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M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
6,644
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 11
The room was humid, and Nix was dying for an air conditioner. Funny how things change. A couple of weeks ago she had been freezing in a black box.
They had been allowed into the Broken Tusk clan, something that was nigh unheard of from what Blade had told her. She had seen very little of Teddy, and it was always in the company of the elder Yaujta. She had dreams every now and then of the Youngblood’s hands on her, and whenever she thought of this her cheeks flamed red with shame.
Was it betrayal to be attracted to someone else after you lost the man you swore you’d cherish until death? A loud voice inside her mind said no, but her heart was hesitant to believe it. What was worse was that she was beginning to lose the memory of her wedding to Cal, when it was supposed to be the most memorable day of her life.
It had been beautiful. There was a bit of hidden beach near Cannon Beach, Oregon, tucked into high rising cliffs and surrounded by large rocks covered in mussels and pocketed with tide pools. Sea creatures waved in the salt water; the purple starfish had fascinated her the most. Kelp marked the high tide line, and bits of rock and shell littered the sand. They had set up small bonfires on either side of the ‘aisles’, which were made up of colorful sarongs they had purchased in the artsy little town. They had had a night wedding, with the moon on the horizon, the stars glittering, and the salt-dried drift wood burning blues and greens on the sidelines as they spoke their vows.
Cal’s smile was blurred now, flickering and fading like the fires had when the tide reached them. All she could see now was his sad, ethereal face as he tried to pry Sam from her.
All the good things in her life seemed to be fading, and what replaced it was something that should have felt completely wrong. Nix couldn’t help herself. Both Blade and Teddy had been so good to her, almost as good as Cal had been. And she had never felt the fire erupt in her with Cal as she had dreaming of either of these two aliens. It was enough to make her go insane sometimes.
In all actuality, common sense dictated to her that she was on an alien vessel, and if she ever wanted to have a relationship of any sort, it would have to be with the Yaujta that inhabited it, or Lex Woods, and Nix just didn’t swing that way. She doubted that the other human woman was as torn as she was on the subject of romping outside of the species. Then again, she didn’t know Lex very well. She had seen the woman in passing a few times since the night she breathed life back into her, and she had always given Nix a brief smile before turning her attention back to whatever it was she had been doing.
Oh well.
The dream that Nix had had last night nearly made her cry in frustration when she woke.
She had been pressed against the door, palms against the metal, as a burnt sienna-mottled hand caressed it’s way down her stomach. The other held her neck loosely, bending her back into an arch against his chest.
She felt the hand slip under her clothing, a breath of a touch on her mons before the cloth was torn away and the air hit her bare skin. A primal grown rumbled in her ears as his hand left her neck and gripped her hips, grinding himself against her buttocks as he kneaded the cleft of her sex with skilled fingers, ever careful of the claws that could rend her so easily.
Nix moaned and closed her eyes, moving her hips against him as he teased her, making her beg for more.
Suddenly, he spun her around and pushed her against the door, guiding her hand to the square button that secured his codpiece. With no small amount of excitement, she pressed it and watched as it fell to the floor, his hardened member in full view. Nix had serious qualms as to whether it would fit, but she was in no mood to call it off because of a few doubts.
With a low growl, the Youngblood lifted her off of her feet and positioned himself at her entrance, mandibles tracing her face delicately. With a lust-filled roar, he thrust…
And she woke up, bare skin glistening with sweat and the furs thrown off of her naked form. This was when the negative thinking began. Thinking of how wrong it was did nothing to help what she was feeling, and she decided with finality that it really didn’t matter anymore.
With a frustrated hiss, she set about relieving herself of the electricity that continued to course through her center. She lay back on the large cushion that was her bed, parted her legs, and let her fingers fall to the little nub of flesh that was dying to be paid attention to. Soon after, she was slipping the fingers of her other hand in and out of her hot sex.
It did not take long, and after what seemed like mere seconds of touching herself, her climax broke in a shattering wave, her muscles tightening a flexing, and with a murmured cry Nix relaxed against the bed, out of breath and temporarily sated. So relaxed and oblivious from the strength of the pleasure that she did not notice or hear the door close with the slightest of whispers.
Blade had been bringing the Ooman woman her breakfast. Nix preferred to eat alone in the mornings as she was not usually in a good mood until she was completely awake.
As he had left the food preparation area, Li’ct-ha met him in the corridor. The Youngblood had been trying to give the Ooman space, and Blade was proud of him. It was hard for their kind to resist what they wanted, whether it be an honored hunt, mating, or anything else for that matter.
Blade had spoken to him almost immediately after he had walked into Nix’s room and smelled the scent of arousal in the air. Though the Youngblood’s had been predominate, the scent of Nix still clouded the Yaujta’s mind. It had been thick and alluring, and he himself had had a hard time leaving the room when they had finished speaking. He couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been for Li’ct-ha as unpracticed as he was.
He had found the Youngblood afterward and spoken to him.
“She is not of our kind, Li’ct-ha. She is attractive, her scent is magnetic, and she is strong, but she is not of our kind. She is far more breakable than we are, and her mind and heart are broken from her loss. To make matters worse, she is recovering from a wound she died from. Even if by some chance she did reciprocate some sort of desire to mate, you cannot trust her to be in her right mind. She must heal before anything can take place, and there will be no encouragement from you. She trusts us, and I do not want that trust abused.”
Li’ct-ha’s head hung.
“I’m sorry, Zazin. I have wanted her since we met in the forest. It is hard to contain.”
Blade brought his arm to rest on the Youngblood’s shoulder.
“I too have been fighting with a sort of attraction to her, though I suspect it is far more mild compared to yours. I feel more protective than anything. Just mind yourself, Li’ct-ha, and there will be no problems.”
He had done well. They rounded the corner and pressed the key to Nix’s door. It opened silently, and as they stepped in, they were confronted with a view that made both of them nearly drop off the edge of control.
Nix was laying on her bed, head thrown back, and legs parted, her hands both working between them. The smell of her excitement permeated the air and Blade immediately grabbed Li’ct-ha’s arm in an act of holding him back. Blade also thought that perhaps it was to keep himself grounded as well.
The female was glorious. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts full and nipples taut. Her hips moved against her own hand, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her body suddenly went rigid, a muffled cry escaping her mouth.
Blade felt all the heat in his body seem to move to his groin, and there was a painful tightening in that area. His whole body tensed. He could feel the muscles in the Youngblood’s arm tense.
The door slipped closed behind them and Li’ct-ha let out a low, rumbling growl, his arm twisting out of Blades grip and the thick, musky odor of arousal entered his nostrils…
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A/n: It's short, it's a cliffie, and you hate me, I know, but it's an update! ;) I'll have more up soon depending on how many of you want it.
Thank you for reading!
They had been allowed into the Broken Tusk clan, something that was nigh unheard of from what Blade had told her. She had seen very little of Teddy, and it was always in the company of the elder Yaujta. She had dreams every now and then of the Youngblood’s hands on her, and whenever she thought of this her cheeks flamed red with shame.
Was it betrayal to be attracted to someone else after you lost the man you swore you’d cherish until death? A loud voice inside her mind said no, but her heart was hesitant to believe it. What was worse was that she was beginning to lose the memory of her wedding to Cal, when it was supposed to be the most memorable day of her life.
It had been beautiful. There was a bit of hidden beach near Cannon Beach, Oregon, tucked into high rising cliffs and surrounded by large rocks covered in mussels and pocketed with tide pools. Sea creatures waved in the salt water; the purple starfish had fascinated her the most. Kelp marked the high tide line, and bits of rock and shell littered the sand. They had set up small bonfires on either side of the ‘aisles’, which were made up of colorful sarongs they had purchased in the artsy little town. They had had a night wedding, with the moon on the horizon, the stars glittering, and the salt-dried drift wood burning blues and greens on the sidelines as they spoke their vows.
Cal’s smile was blurred now, flickering and fading like the fires had when the tide reached them. All she could see now was his sad, ethereal face as he tried to pry Sam from her.
All the good things in her life seemed to be fading, and what replaced it was something that should have felt completely wrong. Nix couldn’t help herself. Both Blade and Teddy had been so good to her, almost as good as Cal had been. And she had never felt the fire erupt in her with Cal as she had dreaming of either of these two aliens. It was enough to make her go insane sometimes.
In all actuality, common sense dictated to her that she was on an alien vessel, and if she ever wanted to have a relationship of any sort, it would have to be with the Yaujta that inhabited it, or Lex Woods, and Nix just didn’t swing that way. She doubted that the other human woman was as torn as she was on the subject of romping outside of the species. Then again, she didn’t know Lex very well. She had seen the woman in passing a few times since the night she breathed life back into her, and she had always given Nix a brief smile before turning her attention back to whatever it was she had been doing.
Oh well.
The dream that Nix had had last night nearly made her cry in frustration when she woke.
She had been pressed against the door, palms against the metal, as a burnt sienna-mottled hand caressed it’s way down her stomach. The other held her neck loosely, bending her back into an arch against his chest.
She felt the hand slip under her clothing, a breath of a touch on her mons before the cloth was torn away and the air hit her bare skin. A primal grown rumbled in her ears as his hand left her neck and gripped her hips, grinding himself against her buttocks as he kneaded the cleft of her sex with skilled fingers, ever careful of the claws that could rend her so easily.
Nix moaned and closed her eyes, moving her hips against him as he teased her, making her beg for more.
Suddenly, he spun her around and pushed her against the door, guiding her hand to the square button that secured his codpiece. With no small amount of excitement, she pressed it and watched as it fell to the floor, his hardened member in full view. Nix had serious qualms as to whether it would fit, but she was in no mood to call it off because of a few doubts.
With a low growl, the Youngblood lifted her off of her feet and positioned himself at her entrance, mandibles tracing her face delicately. With a lust-filled roar, he thrust…
And she woke up, bare skin glistening with sweat and the furs thrown off of her naked form. This was when the negative thinking began. Thinking of how wrong it was did nothing to help what she was feeling, and she decided with finality that it really didn’t matter anymore.
With a frustrated hiss, she set about relieving herself of the electricity that continued to course through her center. She lay back on the large cushion that was her bed, parted her legs, and let her fingers fall to the little nub of flesh that was dying to be paid attention to. Soon after, she was slipping the fingers of her other hand in and out of her hot sex.
It did not take long, and after what seemed like mere seconds of touching herself, her climax broke in a shattering wave, her muscles tightening a flexing, and with a murmured cry Nix relaxed against the bed, out of breath and temporarily sated. So relaxed and oblivious from the strength of the pleasure that she did not notice or hear the door close with the slightest of whispers.
Blade had been bringing the Ooman woman her breakfast. Nix preferred to eat alone in the mornings as she was not usually in a good mood until she was completely awake.
As he had left the food preparation area, Li’ct-ha met him in the corridor. The Youngblood had been trying to give the Ooman space, and Blade was proud of him. It was hard for their kind to resist what they wanted, whether it be an honored hunt, mating, or anything else for that matter.
Blade had spoken to him almost immediately after he had walked into Nix’s room and smelled the scent of arousal in the air. Though the Youngblood’s had been predominate, the scent of Nix still clouded the Yaujta’s mind. It had been thick and alluring, and he himself had had a hard time leaving the room when they had finished speaking. He couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been for Li’ct-ha as unpracticed as he was.
He had found the Youngblood afterward and spoken to him.
“She is not of our kind, Li’ct-ha. She is attractive, her scent is magnetic, and she is strong, but she is not of our kind. She is far more breakable than we are, and her mind and heart are broken from her loss. To make matters worse, she is recovering from a wound she died from. Even if by some chance she did reciprocate some sort of desire to mate, you cannot trust her to be in her right mind. She must heal before anything can take place, and there will be no encouragement from you. She trusts us, and I do not want that trust abused.”
Li’ct-ha’s head hung.
“I’m sorry, Zazin. I have wanted her since we met in the forest. It is hard to contain.”
Blade brought his arm to rest on the Youngblood’s shoulder.
“I too have been fighting with a sort of attraction to her, though I suspect it is far more mild compared to yours. I feel more protective than anything. Just mind yourself, Li’ct-ha, and there will be no problems.”
He had done well. They rounded the corner and pressed the key to Nix’s door. It opened silently, and as they stepped in, they were confronted with a view that made both of them nearly drop off the edge of control.
Nix was laying on her bed, head thrown back, and legs parted, her hands both working between them. The smell of her excitement permeated the air and Blade immediately grabbed Li’ct-ha’s arm in an act of holding him back. Blade also thought that perhaps it was to keep himself grounded as well.
The female was glorious. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts full and nipples taut. Her hips moved against her own hand, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her body suddenly went rigid, a muffled cry escaping her mouth.
Blade felt all the heat in his body seem to move to his groin, and there was a painful tightening in that area. His whole body tensed. He could feel the muscles in the Youngblood’s arm tense.
The door slipped closed behind them and Li’ct-ha let out a low, rumbling growl, his arm twisting out of Blades grip and the thick, musky odor of arousal entered his nostrils…
___
A/n: It's short, it's a cliffie, and you hate me, I know, but it's an update! ;) I'll have more up soon depending on how many of you want it.
Thank you for reading!