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After all this time… it’s still you
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Kevin Peter Hall as Jungle Hunter/The Predator in Predator (1987) 04/??
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THE SIZE DIFFERENCE HOWLEE SHIT
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charnelhouse · 2 years
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Are you going to start writing predator smut??????? I'm shaking with need
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A/N: Predator x Female! Reader. Sex Pollen. Monster Fucking. Dub con I guess. Size difference. Animal death. Gore. Trash.
You didn’t know why he kept you. You were very much a liability. 
Kidnapped from Earth and dropped onto an alien planet. Twin ruby suns. A jungle thick with wet heat as if it had just been swamped by a monsoon. 
This new world was an enemy and it wanted to devour everything thrust upon it.
Others had been taken with you. Most of them were your colleagues from the New Mexico government facility you were employed at. They were obviously well versed in combat, while you were just a lab technician - a glorified assistant. You worked with the military, but you weren’t a fucking soldier. 
Apparently, that had gotten lost in translation when the enormous spaceship had sucked you up. 
It was the last thing you remembered. The uncomfortable bright heat enveloping you, tugging you away from the ground and causing your stomach to rocket into your throat. As you climbed higher, the purple mountains that dotted the New Mexico horizon had churned into a single line - a trail of ants marching to the finish.
Then - there had been nothing.
You’d awoken to explosions and shrieks. The wind was bloated with smoke and the metallic stench of nitroglycerin. It took you a minute, to recognize that you were in a tropical climate and another minute to realize that it was off. The birds sang in a staccato warble. The sky was pocked by too many suns. The light was different. Coppery. Golden. It was not right.
Confused and somewhat in shock, you’d gone stiff with fear. The others ran, barking orders in military codes you couldn't parse. They ducked and swerved, sliding deep into the brush and foliage of the jungle. 
You couldn’t recall their names. Ryan, maybe? Grant? Laura? Michael? Anne and Lila?
What had alarmed them? What had set them off? Your chest shuddered with anxiety as your lungs struggled to expand. Everything inside you shriveled.
You had been dropped into a warzone. Your colleagues hadn't even called to you. Maybe, they didn't notice. It became increasingly apparent that you were alone, which only made your panic explode in the trap of your ribs.
And yet, you remained solid as a statue. Immovable.
Even as the yelling dissipated and the others had obviously fled, you simply stood there. The jungle became a jungle once more. Waxy and alive. Humid and slick with condensation.
It had gone quiet aside from the unmistakable sound of snapping branches and heavy footsteps. Birds darted across the blue-green sky.
You caught movement at the corner of your vision. You swallowed.
A creature appeared out of the unsettling, dark maw of the jungle. Still paralyzed with terror, you remained where you were as the giant strode toward you, his face covered by a blank, metal mask. There were others scattered behind him. Flashes of scales and silver. Shadows maneuvering through the tree line. You swear you saw the air itself flicker and warp like it hung over scorched asphalt.
The creature had to be seven feet tall, at least. He was built like a man, broad and incredibly muscular. His skin reminded you of a crocodile as it glimmered beneath fine black netting. He had thick fingers with blunt claws. Long, cylinder like dreadlocks. As he regarded you intently, he growled low.
It cracked you out of your stupor.
On instinct, you fell to your knees. You ducked your head, mouth practically pressed to the leaf-strewn floor. Please. Please. 
You began to cry, whimpering like a wounded animal. 
There were a few clicks, a snarl and finally you felt a rough touch under your chin. The creature lifted it, he tilted your face to the side. It seemed as if he did it forever. Hours. Minutes. You didn’t know. Within the masks' eye holes, a startling bright gaze raked over you. 
Around his neck, there was a necklace of bones. Teeth. Fragments and shards. Tiny animal skulls and what looked like a human jaw bone. You choked on a sob, tears burning as they slid down. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.
This was a monster. Top of the food chain. You felt like you were asking for mercy from a great white shark.
Finally, he snarled and released your chin. He stood, towering over your prostrated form. This was it. Shutting your eyes, you waited for the hit, the fatal slash of one of those serrated blades hanging from his waist. Maybe, he’d do it by hand and pop your head like a grape.
Nothing.
You opened your eyes to find him crooking a finger at you, motioning you to follow him. 
You should have been the first to be killed and yet you weren’t. 
***
Out of survival, you listened to him. This creature. You’d assessed that he was a hunter. He had a clan of sorts and none of them appeared all that interested in you. When he had brought you to his camp, you’d received cursory glances from them, their glowing blue eyes catching you from their smooth helmets. A few clicks and grunts were aimed at you, but nothing more. 
Regardless, you stuck to your creature like a leech, hoping he was at least uninterested in eating you. It was either him or the others and he'd already saved you once.
Your creature held weight there. You were certain of that. They seemed to treat him with a dignified reverence as he stalked through the camp. He was covered in white tattoos that crawled across his chest. His armor was night-black. He was one of the larger ones. Broad and tall and could be as still as a damn statue.
As the days began to blend, you were utterly bewildered.
You didn’t comprehend why he had spared you. Perhaps, you were to be bait? Entertainment? You were beginning to feel like a pet with the way he’d disappear into the jungle and bring you back headless, skinless animals of unknown origin. He’d tried to feed them to you raw and you’d had to explain to him that it would make you sick. It involved a lot of gestures and retching noises until, finally, he made a rasping groan that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.
He built you a fire after that, unmistakably huffing when you overcooked the meat.
***
It took you a week to realize, the thing could understand you. You had resorted to calling him Hunter, in addition to Fuckface, Asshole, and oversized Dino-Crab.
He responded to none of them, of course. But the last one had been your initial reaction to his face.
A few days into your hostage situation, he lifted his helmet in your presence to eat. You gasped. You hadn't meant to, but it was...a lot. He narrowed his eyes, clicking in annoyance. He said something to you that you couldn't translate.
Finally, he shoved a raw slab of bleeding meat into his mouth. His gaze still hot on your face as you openly watched him, filing away every feature of his species. The sloped head, the spikes, the tusks and small eyes. You could admire the alien for what it was. An Apex predator. 
"You're like a crab kind of. A crab and a dinosaur...a Dino-Crab?"
He exhaled sharply and shook his head. He spoke again and the word sounded suspiciously like weak. You gaped at him.
"Did you understand that?" you yelped.
He cocked his head, his expression twisting into something like a leer.
"Fuck," you hissed. You'd been insulting him to his face since he'd taken you. He began to laugh. At least, you thought it was a laugh.
***
You never saw the rest of your group. From what you gathered by the body language of the clan, they went out in hunting parties and then returned with large, skinned things (none of them human). Had they killed them out there? Were they still looking? They didn’t exactly seem in a particular hurry.
Sometimes they roared or thrust their spears at each other. Sometimes they'd get heated and would wrestle or spar.
In truth, it was like watching a pack of boys fucking around. You could tell when they were insulting each other, taunting and teasing. One creature had pointed in your direction and your captor had hissed at him, punching him so hard across the face that his tusks clacked. 
***
Time passed. The days were washed in unbearable heat and the nights were icy and wet. 
The Hunter slept beside you, seemingly content that you’d never dare run away. You didn’t. You were too fucking scared of whatever was out there. This was an alien planet with alien monsters. A plant could release poisonous spores. The rivers could be hiding deadly, hungry things.
Perhaps, they’d leave this planet and return to Earth to pick up more humans. Perhaps, he’d let you go, irritated at the fact that you could do nothing, but cower around him.
He never seemed angry with you. Just observant. Curious. When the wind was especially frigid, you'd find yourself curling up against his thigh or arm. He didn't push you away.
This was survival. You had no other choice. At least, that's what you told yourself.
***
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” you screeched as you scrambled back on your ass. Your chest hitched, your skin immediately beginning to prickle in a cold sweat. 
The snake hissed at you, coiled and poised to strike. It looked venomous. Purple-pink with a viper-head. Its eyes glinted like pieces of obsidian against the long grass. 
“Oh fuck,” you wheezed as you began to skitter further only to crash into something very hard. You glanced up to see the Hunter. Once again, he tilted his head in curiosity as if confused why you’d scream at this. 
Snakes scared the fuck out of you and this thing was pissed. Choosing the lesser of two evils, you quickly clutched at the Hunter’s leg, pressing your cheek to his knee. He jerked an inch, but didn’t shake you off. 
“Kill it,” you begged. “Please.”
Wordlessly, he flung a mercury-silver dagger at the snake just as it attempted to strike. It bled yellow and you felt your stomach turn over. 
“Thank you,” you managed to stammer.
He grunted, the tone somewhat exasperated. He roughly extricated himself from your grip and sauntered forward.
As you stared at the dead snake, your eyes widened. The pieces were still wriggling. You audibly gagged and the Hunter peeked over his should at you.
His expression was inexplicably amused. It was the only word you had for it. He was laughing at you. He picked up both his knife and the snake from the dirt.
“Just toss it somewhere,” you suggested. “It’s-
He sliced down the belly, skinning it in one fell swoop. You scowled at him and he clicked at you. “We’re eating that aren’t we?” He clicked again, jerking his finger in what you now understood as follow me, stupid ass human. 
***
The back of your neck ached from the insertion. You could not stop scratching right beneath your ear, scraping until it all went raw and bloody. Out of nowhere, the Hunter had picked you up and carried you over his shoulder into a small pod at the edge of their encampment. It was a steel room. A metal table. Machines that beeped and whirred. It smelled of antiseptic. When you realized it was a medical facility, you immediately went rigid.
“You’re - you’re not going to probe me are you?” 
Ignoring you, the Hunter fumbled in a drawer before stepping toward the table. With you still over his shoulder, he managed to clamber onto it before forcing you down into his lap. One clawed hand collared the nape of your neck to hold you steady. 
“What are you -”
Pain. Sharp and splitting erupted behind your ear. 
You screamed, lurching in his arms as you elbowed him in the gut. Of course, it only made him growl against your cheek, his breath heavy as it dragged across your skin. 
“Quiet,” he barked. 
You stopped. Did he just? You shook your head, trying to expel the dizziness, the ringing in your ears. 
"Am I dead?" you whispered, seizing the meaty forearm around your waist to anchor yourself. "Did you just shoot me?"
“You are a very strange female,” he muttered and you went slack against him. 
***
The two of you had started to go off on your own hunts. Not like you were much help. You’d travel for days, returning to the camp only for a night of sleep and then to restock. Even though you now understood him, he barely spoke. He gave you one-word answers or just guttural noises of confirmation or refusal. Mostly, refusal.
Out of necessity, you began to read his body language to decipher his moods. On a hunt, his posture was constantly crouched in a prowl as if ready for an attack. Knees slightly bent, head cocked. You tried to follow along, uncertain about your purpose since you were surely just slowing him down.
Bored, you watched him climb a tree and scan the area for whatever threat or prey he was scouting for. You remained on the floor - left to toe at the dirt and wait. You’d begun to understand that this was sport for him. He enjoyed it. He drank it and fed into it and nothing seemed to excite him more than killing something. 
He dressed in his victims.
When he shimmed down the tree, you tried to ignore the way the muscles in his back flexed. “Come,” he ordered and you followed.
As he stalked ahead of you, you studied his decorations. The bones and fragments of skulls and teeth that hung around his throat. They bounced across his shoulders and broad chest as he strode deeper into the green-black jungle. The tubular dreadlocks shifted in the wind. His armor reflected the twin suns.
To you, he was obscure in so many ways. He refused to give you answers and it was wearisome. Out here and alone with him, you decided to speak up.
“Why did you spare me?” Your voice was a little high-pitched, far more nervous than you intended. He was moving too quickly for your shorter legs to keep up.
“You would not be a worthy hunt.” His tone was flat and he didn’t turn to look at you.
“Why am I here then?” You were soaked in sweat, your feet ached in your improper sneakers you’d had to wear since you’d been dropped into this nightmare.
He didn’t reply. He simply continued forward, his pace deliberate and fast as he crossed through the dense foliage.
“Are you going to experiment on me or something? Breed me with your crab babies?”
That caught his attention. He abruptly stopped, shooting you a glance over his shoulder. His mask made him such an emotionless presence - foreboding and cruel. It gave nothing away, but it was not like you could really decipher the crustacean-like thing beneath it. “Breed you?”
“Yes...”
In a flash, he was in front of you, crowding into your space. Your head could only reach the middle of his chest and you had to lift your chin dramatically to even meet his gaze. “Why would I breed something so very small and weak?”
You bit your lip. Good question.
“Yautja only breed warriors, little one,” he explained, his voice very matter-of-fact. It almost felt like he was…letting you down gently. Wait - did he think you were asking him to breed you? Implying you’d wanted to get dicked down by this 7 ft tall monster who would no doubt tear you in half? “Our females are bigger than us…be content you have not met one. They are quite territorial."
Your mouth dropped open. You wanted to protest that that wasn't what you had meant, but he was too close for you to process anything like speech. You could make out the pattern of tattoos across his chest, the taut skin and tubular hair. Against your will, your stomach began to flutter. Your skin grew warm, flushed with an intensity that only bloomed hotter as he regarded you silently. The place between your thighs ached.
He made a low, sharp noise in the back of his throat and suddenly stepped away from you. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. He sniffed.
Fucking Christ. Could he smell you? Your arousal? Were you aroused? Shit. Shit.
“Come,” he ordered. “We will have to stop somewhere to sleep tonight.”
Great. 
***
They took refuge in a cave beneath a large mountain. Beneath them, the dirt was a strange orange and the rock walls were mossy with lichen. A river gurgled by and the Hunter lit a fire for you.
You watched him undress, sliding off his chest plate and greaves. He undid his belt, but kept his metal bracers and netting on. He really was magnificent physically. The face was...terrifying, but the body? The thick arm muscles and broad shoulders, the thighs and cut abdominals. 
He dropped down beside you, stretching out on the bed he’d made from leaves.
You couldn’t avert your gaze from the structure of him.
It ignited a longing in your core that you were attempting to bury somewhere else. It was unspeakable. It was Stockholm Syndrome and it was demanding something from you. 
You would not. You shouldn’t entertain it.
You tried to focus on the wall beside you. You counted the cracks.
Even with the fire, the wind was frigid, it lapped at your body and sweat-damp clothes. You shivered against it, curling in on yourself until you heard the creature growl.
Without a word, he snatched you by the waist, turned you around, and hauled you against his flame-hot torso. Your nose was smushed into the bulging muscle of his bicep. His jaw dug along your skull. He rumbled, one of his clawed hands clamping down on the back of your head as he held you firmly.  Your knees knocked against his upper thighs, your feet sliding along his shins. Beneath your ear, you heard the heavy thump of his heart. It was strong - rhythmic.
“Stop wriggling, female,” he snapped. 
“Sorry,” you replied - the word muffled into his warm flesh. You couldn’t help it, everything in your system was screeching to get away from this thing that could surely eat you. You tried to get comfortable, but when your thigh brushed against his crotch he lurched and readjusted his grip around your waist. “Sorry,” you squeaked again and he sighed - audibly annoyed.
You had felt it though. Jesus. You had felt that. 
It wasn't helping you chill.
You stiffened again, unable to just mellow out. Your heart picked up. Your fingers trembling as they found the thick skin around his ribs.
“Hush,” he coaxed.
"I can't." You were whining now and he grumbled something under his breath before tugging you closer.
After a moment, the Hunter began to vibrate…he began to purr. Deep, warbling noises that sang from his chest and made your head rise and fall with the movement. Steadily, he stroked your back, his other hand still firmly palming the crown of your skull. He smelled clean, which surprised you. He smelled a bit like you as if you had coated him in your human pheromones. 
He whickered quietly and you eventually relaxed. 
“Yautja?” you murmured. “Is that your name?”
“My kind,” he returned. “My species.”
“Then what’s your name?”
He didn’t respond.
***
“Bathe,” he ordered as he pointed to a river beyond the tall grass. You glared at him. Fucking rude. 
“It’s not my fault I smell,” you shouted at him over your shoulder while walked toward the water. “You drag me around - all over this horrific planet without caring that I’m smaller than you and totally out of shape.”
You undressed, no longer minding if the Yautja saw you. You were exhausted, spread thin and, at some point, you’d given up. Did you want to die? No. But you were vulnerable and at the mercy of this thing. You were helpless. You weren't going back to Earth.
You splashed into the cool river, dunking your head before breaking the surface. 
Suddenly you realized how quiet it was. You froze, your gaze slanting to the side where your captor stood like a column of marble. His legs were braced apart, his large arms crossed over his chest. His eyes glittered in the dark afternoon light, his expression very pointed as it rested on you. 
He was blatantly staring; darting between your bare tits, your stomach and the curve of your ass hidden by the stream.
Calmly, he walked toward you, smoothly knifing his way through the gentle current. When he reached you, he lifted his hand before sliding his fingers up your naked arm and then crossing to run over your breast. When the tip of his nail skated along your nipple, you jolted. He hadn’t hurt you, but it had sparked a shock of of sensation. 
His eyes widened and he whickered under his breath. He touched you again, gingerly scraping over the beaded tip of your breast.
"Hunter," you murmured and he paused before uttering your name. It sounded strange off his tongue like he had difficulty speaking it.
"You said-"
The birds startled in the trees, flying in all directions. He whirled around, gaze fastened to the shore where only the dirt and grass shifted in the breeze.
"Stay here," he growled as he cut his way back to land. "Cover yourself."
He did not call you back until late. 
***
The fever had broken you. It had been something stupid, too. You’d stumbled into a patch of gorgeous flowers. The petals had been pale purple and blue. They’d called to you as you stepped into the soft, velvet crush of them. A thousand colors. Rainbows and the scent of honey and blood and it made your ache.
You had heard the Hunter in the distance. He’d erupted with a startled noise. He’d told you to stop. He barked your name again and again as you sank into the silky bedding of the bright blooms.
But you did not. They’d consumed you. The pollen. Pink powder burst from their centers, causing you to sneeze.
It was only a moment before you felt strong arms band around your waist. Your Hunter had snatched you back, wrenching you away from the haze of pink.
Almost immediately, you felt your heartrate climb. His palm on your cheek was a relief. It was cool as the river beside you. You wanted him to take you to it, drown you in it. You wanted him all over.
Everything was so hot - flames - ripping up your skin and your cheeks and all of it swirling between your legs. You pulled helplessly at your shirt, your pants. You were trembling, a live wire of sensation. 
“Help me,” you pleaded. “Please…please…”
“It was the blood flower,” he stated solemnly, his golden eyes sliding from your face to something above you. “It makes you…need…”
Your hands fell to his shoulders and you clutched them, the muscles tensing under your touch. He had a permanent stern expression due to his facial structure, but now it looked like he was nervous. He seemed uncertain, fearful. 
He wasn't scared of anything.
Your vision distorted. Your ears began to ring with a harsh, grating rumble. You moaned.
“It will require me to -,” He paused, searching for the words before finally admitting: “...mate with you.”
Ah. It made all the sense in the world. That was what was screaming inside you. It demanded. It craved. It needed to be fed. Your hand fell to his groin and he did not push you away. You could feel it - unyielding, steel and hot smooth flesh. 
He scraped the pad of his finger across your cheek. “You understand that - that you are very small, female. It will hurt.”
“I don’t care,” you slurred. “I don’t - don’t care.” 
It all began to melt and melt. Your heart was in your throat. Your skin sheeting sweat. Suddenly, you felt warm, dry flesh against your cunt. He was cupping it. Your pants had disappeared. Lightly, he stroked the slit of your pussy, paying particular attention to your clit. It throbbed and your back arched away from the dirt. He pressed against your entrance.
“It…it grows very wet,” he observed, slightly awed. You felt him glide through your folds, collecting everything you could give him before pushing his soaked finger into you.
“Fuck,” you yelped, canting your hips up.
“There…,” he hummed. “Yes - open your legs wider.”
It was thick, stretching you obscenely as he curled and pushed deeper. The gesture was accompanied by the slopping noises of your cunt taking him and his expression twisted into something far more primal.
“More,” you demanded, rubbing the solid flesh of his stomach, the etched abdominal muscles that twitched under your hand.
“Patience,” he chastised, but you could feel how desperately aroused he was. He was pulsing with it and somewhere in the mess of that fever, you understood that he was trying to control himself. He continued to fuck you with his finger. When he withdrew it, he pressed a second to the first and pumped them back into you. You cried out, clenching around his knuckles. They were big, bigger than any man you'd had before. Abruptly, he stopped, face whipping down to yours.
Fuck. You tried to even out your breathing, biting your lower lip to ease the fullness between your legs.
"I must get you ready," he explained slowly. The fingers inside you moved an inch, a soft stroke like he was petting the walls of your cunt.
“It’s okay,” you assured him. “It’s - it’s fine - it’s good.” Your head once more grew heavy, cracking against the dirt as you dropped it. You needed everything inside you. The pain of arousal was beginning to worsen. It burned. As you tried to focus on him, your throat went dry. You were losing your ability to speak.
The Hunter lowered his face to yours, his voice terribly serious.
“Once I am inside you, I will not be able to stop.”
Was he refusing you? Would he resist?
You couldn’t.
You sat up on your elbows, your eyes swimming with tears of frustration. He had two of his thick fingers stuffed inside you and it was not enough. “I don’t care.”
There was a long stretch of silence before he nodded once.
He sat back on his heels and without another word, he gripped you by the hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could feel him undoing his belt, his armor. You lifted your ass to him, presenting yourself. Not giving a fuck how this might look or if it was wrong because it had to be wrong. He had kidnapped you had he not? He had taken you. 
Who cares? It was all heat. It was all painful. Your heart was going to fall out of your mouth and onto the ground.
There was something solid and prodding against your heat. He gripped your waist, dragging the fat length of his cock through the folds of your sex. He drew back, nudging against your entrance before he began to breach you. It was a lot. Even in the haze of whatever this was, your body would not take him fully. He had to pet your sides, his other clawed hand fondling your clit. 
“Relax, little one,” he crooned. “Your cunt is having difficulty taking me.”
No fucking surprise there.
Also, that word coming out of his mouth had no business being that erotic.
You whimpered, dropping your cheek into the dirt. His hands on your ass spread you open, baring the flesh of your sex to him. You heard him spit and then felt it drip through your puffy folds.
"You must relax," he repeated and then purred again just as he had done when he got you to sleep in that cave.
He used his knees to widen your thighs further. He slid back, easing out to the tip before driving forward, sinking unbearably deep - hitting the very cup of your womb.  You were impaled on him - totally skewered on his cock. The gravel bit into your skin. Your toes curled; your forearms barely carried your weight.
Gingerly, your Hunter braced his forearm in front of your head, baring his body above yours. You could feel his chest against your back, his dreadlocks tickling your cheek. He eased out a few inches before plunging forward. He repeated this. Again and again.
It took your breath. You choked and, this time, he did not stop. He rocked into you, his pace now rough and deliberate as he claimed you in short, fast strokes. There was the unmistakable sound of slapping flesh, his hips snapping against your ass with every feral grunt. 
He pinned you beneath him and each thrust felt like it had punched your womb, your heart. It ached and that ache spread throughout your pelvis, your belly. It was warm and sweet as syrup and you wanted him to bruise you. You wanted him to break you in half. You wanted him to swallow you completely and perhaps he would.
***
He did not stop because he simply couldn’t. You’d catch your breath and then the fever would hit you again. You’d crumple, ripping at the Hunter, crying out for him like a broken thing. 
He’d wordlessly pull you into his lap, your hips bracketed in his enormous paws before he’d slam you down on his cock. You were full of him. He’d release you and there would be the unmistakable feeling of his seed seeping between your legs. Sometimes, he’d stare at it, watching it with a strange interest until he’d push it back into your body. You shuddered with the orgasms he delivered. He enjoyed touching you in new ways, occasionally hitching your knees over his shoulder so he could taste your cunt with his elongated tongue. It pleased him to bring you pleasure. 
Fucking you seemed alien to him. A new sensation. The sex was constant. Hour and hours and he never tired. He tugged your legs over his bulging thighs before feeding his cock into you. It would still make you twitch with a bright sting at the thick of him, but you’d take it regardless. He’d fuck you slow - sawing his hips - gliding forward and back as his predator-like gaze stayed rooted to where his too big shaft was stretching you open. He'd trace the flesh parted around his length, his voice husky as he told you how pretty it was.
You didn't even know he knew what pretty meant.
His hands fondled your tits, the skin of your belly.  “You are so small,” he mused before giving you a deliberate pump that sent your spine scraping up the ground. “Soft and submissive. I did not know that mating could be like this.”
“I-I didn’t either,” you sighed, drunk off of the feeling of his ridged cock kissing your walls, his powerful claws holding your ass up.
He cocked his head. “Has this helped, female? Are you sated yet?”
“No,” you whispered even if the fog had somewhat cleared. You would never be able to walk again. Your legs jelly. Your pussy probably…raw and chafed and swollen. It was worth it though. Delicious. 
You lifted your chin, your eyes finding his in the dark. The suns had dipped below the mountain. The air could be cold, but you would not know. Everything screamed like a fire inside the cage of your ribs and the clutch of your womb. “Why did you spare me?” you asked, aware that you had him vulnerable. 
He seemed unsurprised by the question. He shrugged - a very human reaction that did not fit him. “I have no answer. I simply wanted you."
You reached for him again.
***
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multific · 1 year
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All You Wanted
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Ultimate Predator x Reader
Read Part 1 here. Part 3
Warnings: human x alien relationship, incorrect description of pregnancy and birth 
Summary: Maybe being pregnant wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but having your strong and big mate close did help.
You felt so sick at times you couldn't even move.
You felt so sick at times you couldn't even eat.
If it wasn't for the huge Yautja telling you that you need to eat something, you wouldn't have.
You know he was worried.
He liked to plan everything ahead. It is what he was created for after all, to plan and to execute. 
And as your pregnancy progressed, it became more and more difficult to plan. As your belly began to show, you grew weaker. You could barely sleep or move.
But you weren't broken. Oh, not one bit. You knew you needed to be strong for both of you. You wanted this child more than anything.
You were glad that your Mate often checked your and the baby's health. It at least gave you an idea of what was going on, he also tried to explain everything simply so you would understand.
Then, one day, almost everything changed.
You started to crave the food you couldn't keep down for weeks. Your energy was back and you could sleep a lot easier.
It was strange, but you didn't complain. 
Then one evening.
"I wish to be in water." you said suddenly and you could tell the translator had issues.
He looked at you before pointing at the shower.
"No. I need a lake or something." Lake. On that planet? You must have gone insane.
But there was a small pond close by.
He found it not too long ago when looking around the planet. His dog kept you company while he left.
And so, when you requested for water, he brought you there.
You wanted to enter as soon as you arrived but he put up an arm, stopping you.
He entered the water, and soon you understood why he stopped you. He was waist-deep in. Which meant the water had to be very deep, thankfully you did know how to swim. 
While he knew the water wasn't toxic, he checked if there were any creatures living in there which could hurt you.
You had a rather comfortable cloth wrapped around you, you usually slept in that but you thought it would be better not to be naked in the water. Even if there were no creatures on this abandoned planet.
When he found nothing, he put his arm up, you took his hand as he lifted you towards him, slowly, he eased you into the water.
It was cold, which did make you hiss a little, it made him flinch as he pulled you back up out of the water. You placed a hand on his shoulder, letting him know it was okay, and so, he put you back into the water.
As you slowly swam around, thankful for the water and how easy it made your movement.
He walked out of the pond, clicking something to the dog as it sat up. You watched as he walked away. You assumed he had to check on something.
You were leaning against the stone when you heard a shuffle behind you.
You turned and saw your mate, moving to join you hopefully. 
"It is a lot better like this." you told him as he sat down behind you across the small pond. "The little one keeps moving and I can't get comfortable though." You knew he wouldn't understand, you didn't have any means of translation. 
You turned back, and with your back to him, you moved slightly, leaning against the ground.
Your mate slowly got back into the water as he walked over to you, slowly pulling you closer to his chest. One hand on your belly as he moved you. 
"Thank you." you said with a slight groan as you felt another kick against your husband's hand.
The yautja slowly turned you in the water. 
You slowly moved in the water, feeling weightless. You placed your hand on top of his hand which rested on your belly. 
You felt the little one move and by the twinkle in his eye, so did he.
You smiled as you looked around, you weren't outside the home that often, while the planet did have many trees, or at least what you would call trees, and plants, it was fully abandoned. Noone lived there only the creatures which roamed the green planet. 
This planet was a lot like your mate, you noted.
This planet reminded you a lot of the elements, survival of the fittest and your mate was certainly that, a survivor.
An outcast but still a strong male.
You slowly relaxed against him as he held you. His rough skin actually felt really good against yours. You often found yourself running your fingers down his scales. 
Suddenly, he moved you to his other side as he walked to one side of the pond. He let go of you, leaving you there as you watched him walk across before turning. He put on his hands out, motioning for you to go to him, to swim.
"Alright." you simply said as you slowly started to swim to him, although you were tired, it did feel nice to move a little. Each time you reached him, he moved to the other side, or while you were swimming, he moved and you followed. You really enjoyed the water moving around you as you swam. You could tell it also calmed your little one.  
Once your little work out, was completed, he scooped you up and walked back to the house.
You let him change your clothes before he put you to bed.
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You had a suspicion that your pregnancy wouldn't take nine months.
Deep down, you were preparing every passing day. 
Yet, somehow, you were still not ready when the pains started.
There was no point in hiding it, you were about to give birth. You might not be ready, but your baby and your body certainly felt like you were.
Not even the pain was the worst part.
Not even the fact that you were about to give birth to a completely different species. It was the fear of you doing something wrong and it would affect the baby in a way you can't correct.
It is all you could think about as your mate hooks you up to all these machines. You heard two heart beats, your own and the baby's.
He even gave you some pain killers. Making sure you were comfortable before you had to start pushing.
You lost a lot of blood during giving birth. You fainted in and out of consciousness twice before he hooked you up to another machine. 
The third time, you heard cries before fainting, knowing you did it, you gave birth to a little boy and you could finally rest, it was as if your body shut down.
You woke up hours later.
It was so quiet and you were back on your huge bed, covered in furs.
You were so disoriented you didn't know what was happening. For a second you panicked when you didn't feel your baby bump anymore.
Then you noticed something in the room with you.
Not too far from you was the small bed which he made during your pregnancy. 
And in it was your babe, sleeping. You looked around, but couldn't find your mate.
You slowly moved in the bed, everything hurt but you needed to see the little one.
You slowly stood up, falling back on the bed as your legs could barely hold you, you nearly groaned out in pain that hit your abdomen. But you still wanted to see the little baby.
So, you tried again.
This time, you were able to stand but your legs were shaking as you couldn't take a step.
The little crib was so close to you, yet so far.
So, you needed a plan.
You moved back on the bed, shuffling as close to the little bed as you could before standing, this time you were able to catch a glimpse.
Your little one was sleeping on his belly. From what you could see he looked more alien than human.
You did fear you would give birth to a creature so bizarre, but from what you can see, his little face looked just like your mate's. 
His sight gave you some confidence as you were able to take a step closer, then another before finally arriving to the crib.
And there he was.
Beautiful little one. Rather big but he looked healthy. And you knew if he wasn't he probably wasn't sleeping here with you. You placed your hand on the crib before slowly walking back to the bed behind you. Positioning it right next to you so you could take a better look at him as you sat down.
You wanted to hold him. Your arms were itching to hold him but you couldn't wake him. 
Instead, you put your fingers through the bars and ran them down his little back.
He had scaly skin, and adorable little mandibles, he already looked annoyed much like an older version of a yautja and yet he looked so amazingly cute. 
You wondered if he had the same yellow eyes you had grown to love.
You wondered what, if any, human did he have in him. He certainly didn't look human. 
But he didn't have claws. Or at least not yet. his little fingers found yours as they wrapped them around yours. 
You counted all five, five little fingers and five little toes. 
Then he flinched a little before slowly waking.
You watched in awe. And something in you switched. 
All your long nights of worry, fearing if you would be a good mother if you knew what your baby needed, all boiled down to right here and right now.
He was about to cry, you knew he was.
Your body moved on its own, slowly lifting him out of the crib and putting him against your chest.
Slowly bouncing him as you kissed his forehead. He calmed down rather quickly. Not even making a sound as you moved in the bed. You moved to sit up against the pillows and be a little more comfortable.
Now that you had him in your arms.
You had a feeling Yautja women didn't raise their children this way. But you were no yautja.
You wondered how you would be able to feed him, given his mandibles were small and he had no teeth, maybe it wouldn't be a problem.
Then the door to your bedroom hissed open and there he stood.
Your eyes locked with his as he stopped in the doorway.
For just a second you worried you weren't supposed to take the babe from his crib but then you saw it in his eyes, it wasn't that.
He clicked something and the translator that he installed in the home did the trick.
"How are you feeling?"
"A lot better now that I am holding him." he waited a second for the translation before nodding. The door closed behind him as he walked over to the bed. Slowly sitting down next to you.
His huge frame didn't scare you anymore. You fit right next to him like a puzzle. He moved one of his arms behind you, pulling you to him as he looked down at you and the little one.
"Is he healthy?" you asked and he nodded.
"Strong, healthy and cried his eyes out to be with you." he said. "It isn't true yautja custom. You having to hold him. Most don't hold their children, while others do. It is to ensure the son is strong warrior." he said.
"I will hold him until I can't because he is too big." you said.
"I figured. I know human traditions. You hold him, feed him and love him. More than yautja does."
"He is beautiful." you said looking down at your sleeping child.
"He has your eyes. Human DNA inside him, but Yautja DNA more permanent, it is why he looks more like me."
"I don't mind. As long as he is healthy." upon hearing you say that, he tightened his grip around you a little bit.
"I'm proud." 
"You should be, you have a son."
"No, proud of you. Human gave birth to Yautja, strong one."
"I had good DNA to mix with mine, you said smiling up at him."
He soon let you lay back as you slowly fell asleep. You placed your baby back into his crib before moving back to your favourite position, being the little spoon as his huge body wrapped around you like a second blanket.
This was your life know, with your mate and son.
And you wouldn't change it for a thing.
After all, this is all you ever wanted.
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Imagine your Yautja mate giving you “kisses” by slowly and gently running their mandibles along your jaw and neck; playfully nuzzling and nipping at your soft skin.
Imagine their purring and little clicks getting louder when you wrap your arms around their broad frame and hold onto them tightly, all the while giggling and encouraging their affections.♡
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Rh’auk (Fluff)
Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader
Yautja women were larger than their male counterparts, stronger too. One would be a fool not to fear them.
You weren’t that fool, but a growing sense of resentment prodded at your chest as a certain female joined in your conversation.
You knew she had no desire to talk to Dekvah, a highly respected Yautja who was standing tall to your right. No, the entirety of her attention was directed toward Rh’auk, your mate.
It wasn’t uncommon for females to seek out his attention, much to your frustration.
He was bigger than most males and rank sat right below the clan leader, an honorable recognition among predators.
He could sense your irritation. You always seemed to tense up when a woman of his species demanded his regard, which he never gave them.
His stance widened and mandibles flared slightly, he was steadily growing agitated. It deeply bothered him when you were upset, his small ooman. He only desired to please you and keep you pleased.
You watched while her eyes took him in. She stood a bit taller, looming over both males with a nearly inaudible chatter.
You recognized this behavior. From what you remember it was a subtle mating challenge, though Rh’auk and Dekvah seemed to ignore it.
By now your body was molded to his side, arms wrapped around the lower portion of his big one. You rubbed your thumb along his skin, feeling at the familiar texture as you cast you eyes down.
You so desperately wanted her leave. A bitter feeling stung your chest as you thought of her clawed hands on him.
You gasped and jumped when a loud snap erupted above you. The noise followed by a low, menacing growl. A warning.
The female quickly cowered back and slouched her frame, an attempt at looking small.
Your eyes widened and you glanced at Dekvah who had taken a step back as well, though he still stood straight.
Rh’auk’s mandibles flared again unhappily. He chittered quickly, sharply.
It didn’t take long for the female to leave, her golden eyes meeting yours for an uncomfortably long second before she withdrew.
Why’d he do that?
You looked up at him in both shock and question. He said something to Dekvah before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Rh’auk, wh-?” you’d begun, only to be stopped by a deep rumble resonating from him.
He pulled you into his arms and nudged his head against your hair, inhaling as his tusks bit gently against your neck.
You gulped, body heating and mind suddenly aware of the other Yautja around you. Although they all, for the most part, paid no mind to your mate being so openly affectionate.
“Arhi’sa threatens you, little mate,” he said in deep, heavily accented English, random clicks working their way into the words.
You couldn’t help but feel both satisfied and a little guilty. “Well you didn’t have to bite at her,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders.
He chuckled against you and purred, relaxed after his outburst. He couldn’t just stand there and let his ooman be so aggravated, now could he?
He lifted his head and looked to your eyes, a clawed hand holding your chin carefully to look at him.
“I did what I must,” he said with a gentle and playful nip to your nose.
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I NEED HIM 😩
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The Predator (1987) - Art by Tony Stella
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thinking about this predator again…
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Kevin Peter Hall as Jungle Hunter/The Predator in Predator (1987) 03/??
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Time to relax
By the time Nomad becomes the clan leader of the Nomad Clan, Black Momba finally gets medicine for her depression, something that she has neglected for many years. This medication is a mixture of herbs that she smokes. It gives her a euphoric and calming effect as well as boost her serotonin levels.
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Of course, I find him attractive, n what about it?
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i NEED more of predator loving the size difference between himself and you. I NEED IT.
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A/N: Predator x F!Reader. Sex in a prison! Size difference. Pain kink. Semi-public smut.
From behind the steel bars of his prison, T'atha glared at the Android. He had thought it ooman until he had caught the subtle click and whir of machinery beneath its skin. 
"It'd be best if you behaved," it suggested before gesturing to his mate leaning against his arm. "We wouldn't want to introduce her to what we've captured downstairs."
T'atha did not reply but continued to stare flatly. He would not waste his energy. The thing was incapable of fear.
Though he could feel your fingers tremble around his forearm, you showed the Android not a hint of panic. You pinned it with an indifferent expression, and T'atha's chest bloomed with pride.
He had been captured, which, alone, was an embarrassment. But to add insult to injury, you had also been taken. Unthinkable. It was supposed to be a simple task. They were to slip aboard the USCSS Atlas to retrieve stolen eggs from one of his clan's Chiva locations.
However, once you and T'atha had boarded the ship and snuck to the lower level, it had become apparent that one of those eggs had hatched. There was a full-grown kiande amedha loose and very well-fed. The floors and walls were wet with blood. Ooman bodies torn to shreds. Glistening red-pink flesh and the stink of waste. T'atha had not hesitated before dragging you away from the slaughter, but it had been too late. 
The doors to all exits had been locked, and they were cornered like rats.
Several Androids had entered, and while T'atha had removed three of their heads, it had not been enough. They'd struck him with electric batons until his skin and muscle burned and smoked. He had attempted to cover you, but they'd ripped him away.
Your face still bore their marks. A hideous cut slithered across your temple, and T'atha worried it would become infected. Your kind was susceptible to contamination and you did not heal as quickly as Yautja. Last hunt, it had taken you weeks to recover from a broken wrist. He had been deeply distressed over it though he did not tell you that. He was supposed to be your strength, your pillar of courage in dire situations.
He glanced down at where you rested your face against his arm. Your body radiated heat and musky sweat. It was a very ooman flavor and one that he had begun to cherish.
He tucked you closer to him, helping you burrow into his torso as he cradled you possessively.
He had to be strong for you now.
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A few days had passed and his brethren had not arrived. There was no doubt that his clan would have begun to look for them once their ship had failed to return. It was possible that the Atlas might have traveled too far into space, where the signal from the tracking device implanted in his neck was weak. It could take his brothers a considerable amount of time, and time was something they did not have. 
He was not optimistic about their captor's motives, but he had picked up a few things in the scattered chatter between the Androids and the remaining oomans beyond the prison door. He learned that they had managed to secure the black serpent and were going to deliver it to their superiors. In addition to the beast, the ship's crew would either offer you and T'atha to the leaders on their home planet or feed them to the serpent as incubators. 
With his enhanced hearing, he'd picked up many terms like cross-species experimentation, which did not bode well. 
"What will they do to us?" you asked, nudging his bicep with your cheek. He could smell your hair, the intense floral aroma from the oils you bathed in. It was only muddled by the sharp clash of rust due to the dried blood along your forehead. 
"Study," he replied curtly. He did not want to frighten you and was sure that he would get them out even if his brothers did not arrive in time. Failure would not be an option. 
"Study us?"
He nodded. 
"But I'm just human."
He lowered his head, grazing his jaw across your temple. "You are a mate of a Yautja."
"So?" you grumbled. "Is it because I can take a huge cock?"
Chuckling despite himself, he shook his head and pinched your hip. "Yes. Exactly, little one." He tugged you closer and felt a twinge of guilt at how clammy your skin was. He was constantly checking your temperature and it seemed like you shifted from too hot to freezing by the hour. "Only strong females can handle Yautja."
You smiled, squeezing his knee. He exhaled deeply, grateful you were in a lighter mood. He did not want to voice his true thoughts about what these Androids intended. He straightened his back against the wall, spreading his legs out to stretch his muscles. His posture was ramrod straight - fully aware of everything beyond the walls of their prison.
You had gone silent again, your eyes locked on the sealed door as you chewed on your lower lip. It was a nervous habit he could not break you from, and he worried you'd scar it. He was quite partial to that extra plush tissue around your mouth.
"You must relax," he crooned, stroking a paw down your spine. You shuddered and abruptly rolled onto your back to look up at him.
"Where are the others?" Your voice wastight in your throat. "Tahren? A'ta? A'kaand? They wouldn't leave us like this."
"It's a long journey," he explained. "We are in the Outer Veil."
You scrubbed a hand over your face and whimpered. For a moment, he was worried you would begin to cry. He did not like that. It was a disadvantage for your species. You could quickly shift from joy to terror to profound sadness. Your emotions ran you. 
He would have to remedy it.
Slowly, he crawled forward, covering your body with his own. He met your gaze, his enormous hand palming your cheek. "Rest." His tone was gentle as he spoke. He wanted to calm the heart he could hear thumping wildly beneath your breast. "You must sleep and gather your strength." You blew out a breath, lifting yourself onto your elbows until you were an inch from his face. Your expression was one that he knew too well. Stubborn. 
"I can't."
He drew back, sighing. "Why?"
"There's a fucking xenomorph on this ship, and we are stuck in a cage." Your brow creased as you regarded him with disbelief. "No weapons. No armor. We are dead."
You had fair points, but he'd never admit it. Instead, he would opt to distract you.
Huffing, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bound you to his chest. It was a cheap move on his part. He knew that. You instantly softened the second he began to purr, melting into him. He would not have you terrified or full of worry. It would not serve him. He had to focus, and he would not be able to if you fell apart. 
"The serpents won't touch you," he muttered as he stroked the crown of your skull. Compared to his own, you had such a tiny head. In his arms, it was alarmingly clear how small you were. You were formidable in a fight but against a kiande amedha? You'd be broken or worse - 
T'atha bristled at the thought of one stabbing you with its ovipositor; your chest cracked open. In the quiet darkness of their prison, he held you tighter.  
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T'atha awoke with you still in his arms. He must have dozed off. Shame coursed through him. He could not afford to sleep, but he'd been awake for days - since they'd been thrown in here.
He blinked through the remaining dregs of his drowsiness. It clung to him like cobwebs, before his vision gradually cleared.
The room was cloaked in shadow apart from the occasional ping of light from the machinery surrounding them. He was certain this place doubled as a lab or medical facility. He studied the walls, the blinking screens, and tools. Nothing he could reach or use as a weapon.
Suddenly, T'atha felt your small hand between his legs. He startled, nearly bucking you off of him. 
"What are you doing?" he hissed, realizing that you had removed your leggings and were bare in his lap.
"Distraction," you replied as you nuzzled your face against his abdominal muscles. Your tongue's warm, damp pressure gliding against his skin before you drew away. 
He grabbed you by the upper arms, jerking you up. He could easily see you in the dark. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, and your mouth parted. He could smell that you were wet. "Now?"
"I want to feel you," you whispered, a note of desperation beneath the words. "I want to…just once…what if they kill-"
He growled - effectively cutting you off. "Do not doubt me. I will get us out and take every one of their heads for it."
"I know," you whined, clutching his neck to pull him towards you. You brushed your mouth along his mandibles before darting your tongue against his own. This was not the time for it, but he understood that your kind often required a sense of intimacy during moments of chaos or fear. He was surprised you'd even be willing to mate in a place where they were being watched. 
Unfortunately, he was not one to deny you especially when you begged as sweetly as you did. 
Perhaps, he could sate you with his tongue and fingers? Perhaps, that would be enough.
In the far corner of his mind, he knew it wouldn't be. The second he could smell you, it was over. It always was.
Without a word, he encircled an arm around your waist and forced you onto your back. You yelped, your fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. He slid between your thighs, hooking your leg around his waist to keep you spread. Your mouth quirked, the whites of your eyes and teeth bright in the shadows. He would consider you beautiful. You were soft and strange and small. Your features pleased him just as the small ways you exuded bravery did. They were what drew him to you to begin with.
The first moment he had seen you, you had been slick with blood. Your body crouched in front of a small Yautja pup. You had had no alliance with his species. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet you had still protected him. 
Later, he would learn that your ship had crashed on a hunting ground. Your superiors had been experimenting on various life forms, including the young Yautja suckling. You'd used the chaos of the crash to save the child, killing whoever got in your way. His clan had offered you sanctuary in payment. 
Now, his gaze raked over you as he brushed his thumb across the plump of your cheek. Yes - you were enticing and honorable and always hungry for him. 
"T'atha," you whimpered, and he braced his arm above your head; his other hand slid beneath your thigh. He lazily scratched at the smooth skin before pushing it back so that your knee hit your chest.
"We do not have the oil," he reminded you. It was a necessary tool for them in moments like this. It allowed you to take him easier, making you hot, soaked, and slightly numb. There were a few instances that they had gone without it, and it was usually when you were loose and drunk with c'ntlip.
You curled a finger around one of his dreads, tugging it so that it sparked the sensitive nerves at his scalp. It bloomed outward before lighting down his back. He was aroused now, his cock hard and unyielding as it rubbed against the folds of your sex. At this point, he would not be able to stop if he tried.
"I don't care," you stated. "I want to feel you. 
Beneath his belt, he gripped himself, pushing his hips forward to drag the head of his cock against your cunt. "Brave one," he praised, rutting lazily between your thighs. "Such a brave girl."
You shivered at his approval, and he began to breach you inch by inch. Almost immediately, your brows met, and your lower lip sucked between your teeth as you inhaled sharply. He was barely inside you, your tight heat only beginning to stretch around him. He stopped and rubbed the side of his mandible against your face. "Relax," he murmured. "You are too tense. I will not fit."
He eased his pelvis back, the tip catching on the entrance of your cunt before he pushed halfway in. You shrieked, your nails biting into the meat of his shoulders. He paused, raising himself and glancing between them to observe where they were joined. He was barely inside you. Though his length glimmered in your wetness, it was not enough. He withdrew, and you made a frustrated noise as you reached for him.
Of course. Even though it hurt, you were determined to complete it.
Wordlessly, he knocked your hands away from him before sliding down your body, hitching your knees over his shoulders. "I will take care of you, little one." He pinned his palm to your belly to hold you still as he purred against your thigh, scraping a tusk along the soft meat of it. He could smell you - the flesh of your sex dark and dripping and swollen for him. It took every ounce of his self-control not to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you senseless. "You trust me?"
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You nearly levitated off the cold, metal floor when T'atha plunged his tongue inside you. It was too much and not enough at once. The sharp edge of his jaws scraped your tender skin, but never enough to pierce it. He lapped at your pussy, sliding the muscle of it from your entrance to your clit. Gingerly, he introduced one of his fingers and then a second. They were thick, calloused and powerful and he was careful when he used them. He moved them slowly, scissoring and petting until you were stretched open. His hand on your belly held you down as he licked you to a climax. It shuddered through you, made you go temporarily blind. He could make you come in seconds with only his fingers and tongue. He'd turned it into a game, a competition of sorts, as if conquering your ooman body held the same thrall as completing his Chiva. He was a brilliant strategist in all facets of his life.
He was beautiful in the way that a giant crocodile was - a bull shark. He dwarfed you with his height and his width; the green-blue scales of his hide that dragged over your flesh.
Even if he was barely touching you, the sight of him crouched between your legs could get you off. His feral dark eyes danced over your form, raking along your tits or belly or your cunt. He loved grazing the dull tips of his claws along your nipple, marveling at the way it beaded and caused you to arch. His long tubular dreads tickled your hips and when you fisted them, he growled like a beast.
In this tiny prison, he was merely a giant in a cage. He filled your vision, wrapped himself around you until you were engulfed by him and the safety he promised. As he sat back on his heels, you forgot to breathe. He was a sight - an Apex predator that had just drank from your cunt as if it was nectar. Your juices coated the lower half os his face. The flickering green and red lights of the machinery, accentuated the rippling muscles of his torso.
You don't know why you asked for this. You were scared. Hormonal. You'd been off for weeks, and this situation felt direr than any others. You trusted him to save you, but nothing was certain. You wanted to be close to him; this was the only way you knew how. 
Lazily, he crawled up your body like an enormous cat. He grazed the side of his face against your own, a deep purr rumbling from his chest. He was molten-heat, skin like the sun, and you clung to it in the frigid, medicinal-smelling room. "The Yautja life is rubbing off on you, my female," he rasped in a rough voice. His fingers moved between your legs, teasing and dipping inside you. "You long to be fucked where they can see us. You do not care?"
"No," you whisper. You didn't. You'd allowed him to take you in front of his brothers once. The both of you drunk off the hunt, and the adrenaline and too much c'ntlip. "They'll be dead soon, anyway," you added as you nipped his jaw. 
He grunted, rutting against the tender flesh of your cunt. He was unbearably hard, and you hungered for it. The pain. The pleasure. The way he could hurt you terribly, but always straddled the line. He made you feel like a precious piece of weaponry in his hands, stroked and touched and held close.
"They will be," he agreed as he began to sink into you. You gasped, clutching at his waist. He was all muscle and unyielding flesh. Your nails bit into his ribs, and it encouraged him. "Relax," he said before lowering his chest, so it crushed your breasts. His heart thumped rhythmically as though trying to mellow out the bird-flutter of your own. He offered you soft, clicking noises - the sound soothing your agitation as he slid deeper and deeper until finally he was buried to the hilt. 
You were speechless. It felt like he was hitting the back of your throat. The pressure inside of you expanded, the tip of him nudging the curve of your womb. You swallowed, screwing your eyes shut as you bit the inside of your mouth through the ache of him. 
He gripped your chin. "No," he tutted. "Open your eyes. I want you to know that it is me who is claiming you."
You did as he asked, even though it was silly. As if it could have been anyone else nearly splitting you in half. 
He chuffed as he began to rock his hips, his thrusts shallow and cautious. "I want you to watch," he clarified further, his pupils eating away at the green of his eyes. "Your cunt will know no other than me."
You nodded, head dropping back against the ground. It hurt - pain shooting up the crown of your skull, but it was nothing compared to how he opened you up. Every snap of his hips branded you, making room for his cock in the small clutch of your heat.
You reached between your legs and felt the flesh of your pussy taut around his thick shaft. You were impaled - entirely at his mercy. He sped up his pace, one hand cupping your ass to lift you higher so he could angle himself down into the mouth of your sex. His strokes steadily became long and powerful. You felt pushed to your limit, your face burning with exertion as he pounded you against the ground. You reached above your head and clasped the steel bars of the cage to hold yourself steady. The space echoed with the squelching noises of your body wetly accepting him. You had outgrown any shame regarding your sex life with T'atha. He had bent you into nearly impossible positions. He could lift you like you weighed nothing, hold you against a wall and fuck you senseless. 
He said what he meant; there was no innuendo, no hinting. He was blunt about his desires just as he was blunt about everything else.
"Let me mount you, little one. You are tempting me."
"I want to lick you again. Get on your back."
He was especially insatiable after a hunt. Only afterward, of course, when he was full of adrenaline, his heart hammering in his throat, and both of you were cut and filthy. He'd bend you over and fuck you until you collapsed, then turn you onto your side, lift your thigh, and slide home again. During a hunt, he was still as a statue, an unshakeable force. He never lost focus of his prey even when you grew bored. He could crouch on a single tree branch for days on end as he surveyed the hunting ground.
But that was simply the Yautja way. 
"Those serpents will not touch you," he snarled into your ear, warm breath fanning over your cheek as he fucked you "I will take their skulls for you..."
You released a high-pitched noise on a fierce stroke of his cock, and it aroused him further. Abruptly, he sat back on his heels and hauled you up with him so you could straddle his lap and wrap your legs around his waist. He held you as he thrust upward, spearing into your tiny body and hitting an even softer, wetter part of you. You croaked, fingers scrambling until you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. You were a doll at this point. Helpless and limp and at his mercy.
"Do not go quiet on me now, mate," he crooned as he pawed between your legs, the pads of his fingers brushing the bead of your clit before slipping against your folds that were stretched around him. Immediately, the pleasure burst through the whole of your pelvis. Your cunt clamped down on him, your back arching in his embrace. "There," he said, trilling in a way that coaxed you, pulling you closer. "Perhaps, I will finally fuck you into exhaustion."
You could do nothing, but nod and then whine his name like a broken record. You were a mess. He teased your pleasure out, a climax followed by another—small spikes of raw sensation in your core as you flexed around him. 
He changed positions again, flipping you onto your knees, hand on your lower back as he forced your cheek to the floor. He entered you in a single stroke, his size still shocking regardless of how wet and fucked out you were. His hips rammed against your ass, his grip harsh on the nape of your neck to pin you. His cock pulsed inside the narrow channel of your cunt - thrumming with the same fury as his heartbeat - as your own. He was reaching his end; you could hear it in his grunts, the deep, unsteady breathing. 
When he came, he growled out your name and it sounded utterly primal in the way his tongue dipped over the letters. He had told you once that sex with his oomani-di had been unexpected. 
"Your body brings only pleasure as if it was made for it," he rumbled, dragging his tusks along your shoulder. "Soft and wet and tight. Yautja mating is nothing like this...nothing at all."
You glanced over your shoulder, blinked up at him, utterly spent. When he eased himself out of you, there was the rush of his spend. You slid your hand down between your legs and felt it. It was warm, and your cunt was swollen and aching. Even so your skin remained on fire, there was a strong need to be rinsed in ice. He gingerly shifted you onto your back, squeezing your hips before once more blanketing you with his body. He nuzzled your jaw, the side of your neck. You longed for him even as he bore his weight above you, his abdominal muscles tensing against your stomach.
"Did I hurt you?" he murmured as his hand found yours against your sex. His thumb grazed your folds tenderly. It was always surprising when T'atha treated you like a fine instrument, desperate to ensure you did not break. It was why he was covering you with his body now, using his hide as protection when you were at your most vulnerable.
"No," you replied though you'd be sore for days. After a second, you added mischievously: "I think we could go again-"
"You jest!" he returned, his tone rubbed in disbelief. He slapped you lightly on the ass. "Are you ill? Surely - you cannot -"
"I'm joking," you replied, and T'atha narrowed his eyes and flared his mandibles. Humor often went above Yautja heads.
"You're impossible-"
Suddenly, a siren erupted in the room. Emergency lights flared - coating them both in red. 
"Either your brothers are here, or the Xeno has escaped," you sighed as you reached for your leggings. 
A voice sounded over the intercom that you recognized. A'ta. Beneath his gravelly timbre, you could hear the dying gasp of the captors unlucky enough to have been caught by the other Yautja. You hoped they'd left some for T'atha or he'd be a nightmare for weeks.
"Brother," he greeted warmly. "Only you would waste precious time copulating with your oomani-di instead of planning your escape."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "That fuck knows my damn name."
Ignoring your remark, T'atha scowled at A'ta's insult. "He is mistaken. I had a plan."
You patted him on the bicep. "I know you did."
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