A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.


Just to let you know, if you would like to know the rough translations of the Yautja language that i have used in the last chapter, and may use in future chapters, please refer to http://www.thehunted.tk/. thank you.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween





Chapter 12



Thor took out several small cylinders, then a two pronged device, that fit in the palm of his hand. “Take this,” he said, handing it to Tya. “When you get to his ship, place it in your nose. It will help you when breathing the Yautja natural atmosphere.”


“Thank you.”


“There are also treatments I mush give you. Your body is not designed to handle the Yautja physic.” Thor met her eyes, as she gently blushed. “You were badly injured during your mating with D’Gon. I would assume it was he.”


“It was. But I think it was my fault.”


“What do you mean?”


“I pulled on his…” she motioned at her head, not quite sure what to call the dangly things on his head.


“They call them dreadlocks.”


She nodded. “I kind of pulled on them pretty hard. I think I made him mad.”


“Still. If you lie down, I can make it so your body will not be harmed again.”


“You mean, make me bigger?”


“No. I can alter your physiology so that you heal faster, and correctly. Yautja medicine is far too strong for humans. You would not survive. Please, lie down.” She obliged, and he began his treatments. During which he asked. “What is it with humans and pain during mating?”


“Well, its not pain, it’s different. When I was 14, THAT was pain. What D’Gon did, well that was different. It’s kind of hard to explain.”


“Perhaps more study is in order.”


“You’ll find lots of source material on earth I’ll tell you.”


“I will keep that in mind. You may get up now.” As she rolled to sit, Thor came around her with a folded piece of gold cloth, that was dirty, and covered in a soft glowing greens substance, and her own red blood. On top were two oddly shaped pieces of metal, the first of which Thor held up. These are sub dermal translators. They will burrow into your skin, just behind your ears, connecting to your audio receptors. They will translate the Yautja language. Many of them understand human speech. But the Yautja find it difficult to speak. You will need these, for it is also a complicated language to learn, if you do not have the facial appendages to produce the different clicking sounds that accompany the words to form the different meanings.”


“Now that was a mouthful.” She laughed. “Will they hurt going in?”


“No, they will secrete a numbing compound, and heal the skin after they have been successfully submerged. It would be best if you put them in now, just in case they need to be adjusted.” She nodded and placed one of the devices behind her ear. She felt something very cold hit her skin, and the strange sensation of something moving. It didn’t hurt, so she repeated with the other device, gaining the same experience. “Now you are ready.”





The door opened to the house, with the worried man looking back. Carter was on the outside, looking in, hoping that what they had to tell them would be believable. “Mr. Reese,” Carter began.


“Tyler, please. Did you find Tya?”


“That’s why we’re here. This is General Hammond. May we come in?”


“Yes of course.” He stood aside, and took their coats, laying them on a chair as he led them to the living room. Julie was there, lying on the sofa, looking totally worn out. Immediately she brightened up.


“Mrs. Reese. This is General Hammond.”


“You found Tya didn’t you. The police won’t tell us anything.”


“No ma’am, they would not,” Hammond began gently. “Please, Tyler, won’t you sit down.”


“I already don’t like the sound of this.” Tyler thread his arms round his wife.


“Please, rest assured, Tya is safe. She’s alive. Homeland Security had to step in.”


“Where is she?”


“She can’t come home right now, Mrs. Reese, something very unforeseen has happened.” Hammond sat down with Carter, and began the story that they had been given by their superiors. They had to make it believable, otherwise things could get very ugly. “Tya witnessed something yesterday at work. She didn’t even think anything of it at the time. She saw a breech in national security, I can’t tell you any more than that about it, but she didn’t even know what it was that she saw. The perpetrator tracked her movements, he was the one who caused the accident at Carter’s party, and some of his colleges were the ones who carried her off. We were able to intercept them, but the main perpetrator got away. Tya has been placed in protective custody, and is currently in the witness protection program. You and the rest of your family are safe, you don’t have to do anything. We’ll have people watch you, to make sure that you’re alright, you won’t even know they’re there. Tya said the last thing she wanted was for you to be uprooted again. I understand that you’re expecting a baby Mrs. Reese.”


“Yes. In about seven months.”


“Tya was looking for an apartment,” Carter spoke up. “She said that she would have to move, so you’d have room for the baby. She said that yesterday morning, before all this happened.”


“Can I still call her?”


“No,” Hammond said. “That won’t be possible. Until we catch the perpetrator, Tya has to disappear. Now if you like, you can still send her a note now and then. Give it to Major Carter, and she’ll pass it to me. I’ll be sure it gets to her through proper channels. I can’t guarantee she’ll be able to respond, but that’s about all I can do.”


“Are you sure she’s alright?”


“She’s a bit shaken up form what happened last night, but she’s ok. She’s probably sleeping somewhere right now.”


“In the mean time, I’ll be checking in on you from time to time, and I’ll be heading up your families security from now on. It would be best if you did not tell your other younger children about the security. They may expose them by looking for them, and that would not be good.”


“I won’t tell them. But I will tell them where Tya has gone. Be sure that she’s ok, and that no one points a gun at her.”


“I will. I’m very sorry about all this. We’ll try and straighten it out as quickly as we can.”





Carter closed the door to her car, and drove the General back to the base. “I can’t believe they bought it,” she sighed.


“I know, just seemed too easy.”


“Maybe they just need this to be easy, for them. Maybe they aren’t ready for complicated.”


“Like six kids isn’t complicated.”





Tya watched the stars zip by. It was odd being in space. The stars were clearer, sharper than she thought. She turned to the hallway that D’Gon had grunted to her from. It went around the entire front of the ship, angling upwards. There were no elevators here, just long winding interconnecting halls. All meant to encourage the physical development of the passengers and crew. D’Gon led the girl down another hall, and she passed many doors. One was open, and inside were many Yautja, sparing in mock combat. D’Gon quickly guided her away from the room. Yautja didn’t spar with their masks on, and he didn’t want her to be frightened if she happen to look at one without their mask. He pressed in a code on one of the panels, and a door opened. He ushered her inside, and laid down the small bundle that Thor had given her. The dress was a complete write off. But it could be cleaned and trimmed to allow for a nice small top. He’d make sure of that.


He watched as Tya made her way around the room. Looking into the different glass fronted cabinets with the small skulls. She ran her hand along the top of one of the sofas, and grabbed one of the furry pillows. She tried to squeeze it before it moved. She shrieked and dropped it on the floor. D’Gon laughed openly as he picked up the small creature, as it uncurled from its sleeping position. “It is called a ternet,” he said. “They make good pets, and guard animals. If you came in here alone, it would attack you.” He ruffled its smooth fur, then let it down on the floor. He then turned to her, and remembered. There weren’t any translators here. She had no idea what he said. “Come,” he said, “Sit. I will try to explain.”


She sat close to him, as he took his seat, tracing her fingers over his masked face. Well, if she was going to see him, now was as good a time as any. He unplugged the two leads to his mask, and laid them along his shoulder. He then looked at her, as she watched in total curiosity. “No fear,” he said, and eased his mask off. He waited for her to scream, as his face came into full view. His deep amber eyes looked over her cautiously, his tusks twitching slightly, waiting.


He didn’t have to wait long, but the reaction he got, was totally different than what he’d expected. She brought her hand to his chin, tracing the flesh around his tusks. She then slid her other hand to the other side of his face, as she cupped his chin in her tiny hands. He purred at her touch. “Soft,” it was translated to, and she smiled. Carefully she traced her fingers along the flesh between his upper and lower mandibles, smiling as he expanded them in a pleasured sigh. He closed his eyes as her hands went to his brow, her touch soft and inviting. He didn’t see her advance on him, and was surprised when he felt it. Her soft lips press to his inner mouth, in a gentle ooman kiss. His hands went to her waist, pulling her to his lap. How could he tell her he wanted her? How could he make her see what he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to feel?


As though she read his mind, she pulled herself up in his lap, to straddle his hips, the skirt of the dress pulled up to her mid thighs. His chest rumbled deeply as she began to release the fasteners that held his armour in place. Piece by piece she stripped his upper body, even his gauntlets were removed. As he sat with her, his upper chest bare, she leaned over and kissed his neck. Perhaps some things didn’t need words.


He slid his hands beneath her dress, effortlessly lifting it over her head, and tossing it to the side. First he examined her right shoulder, now devoid of any scratches, for soundness in the muscle and tendons. Her shoulder was fine. He then examined her other shoulder, where the bullet had passed through. Not so much as a twinge in the muscle. He then turned his attention to her breasts, both soft and plump, just an inch from his chest. He pushed her back slightly to get a better purchase on her chest, each hand taking one of the tender spheres and squeezing ever so slightly. Her scent changed again, sending wave upon wave of the delighted female aroma around his quarters. He twitched his mandibles slightly, bringing his eyes to hers. “How do I tell you I want to lick them,” he said. “When you’ve no idea what I’m saying.”


She surprised him, as she rose on her knees, planted on the sofa on either side of his hips, bringing her breasts just high enough to his face. Eagerly he spread his mandibles, the lower tusks easily cupping the underside of each breast. From deep in his mouth he unfurled his tongue, sliding it over her tender skin, circling like a string around one nipple. She sighed deeply, tugging at some of his dreads. Hungrily he dove upon her breast, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth, trying his best not to harm her flesh with his smaller teeth. Desperately he pulled at her hips, frantically searching for that sweet spot, the source of the delicious aroma that drove him mad with lust. Quickly he switched to the other breast, pressing upon it the same deep attention, his hand finding the source of her heated momentum, and sliding a finger into place, deep into her sex.


She shrieked in delight and tried to press her body further onto his hand. He tightened his grip around her waist, thrusting a second digit into her, gaining a delighted squeal as she threw her head back, her breast springing free of his mouth. He hissed in delight as she squirmed to his assault, he would make sure she was ready this time, and he would make sure she would not get hurt.


Gently he laid her down on the length of sofa beside him, moving aside so that he could remove his lower armour with his free hand. Tya grabbed hold of one of he dreads as he’d turned away, tugging at it to gain his attention. Vigorously he thrust his fingers into her, to satisfy her need for his undivided attention, but still she fought to rise up. She took hold of the clasp on the side of his hip, springing it free. He tossed the garment aside. As she released the buckles on one of his shin guards, he did the same to the other, and let them fall to the floor. He kicked off the sole plating and turned to her once more. All he wore now were the cloth like shorts that hid his maleness from the world. He removed his hand form her, and picked her up, passing through a door at the back of the room. The lights came on automatically, and cast a warm yellow glow around the room. The bed was huge, there were not legs, it looked like a mattress was lain in a bowl on the floor, and gold pillows tossed to the head. Soft shiny linens dawned the bed, and he laid her atop their cool surface.


They must have been really cold, for she giggled, and her nipples stood out more from the contraction of her skin. He pulled her down from the pillows, as they proved awkward, and laid her body at an odd angle. He growled as he did so, making her huff with her abrupt repositioning. “Be still, small one,” he said, as he moved her legs to sit between them, then he lowered his body, so that his face was over her belly. “I wish to taste you. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She sighed as his warm breath washed over the folds of her sex, she could feel him inhale her scent, and it turned her on even more. She felt a gently touch along her folds, and thought his tusks were tracing her skin, instead, she felt a soft tongue slide between her folds, then a gentle thrust as it dove to her depths. She let out a passionate squeal as it twirled and pulsed inside her, the slender tip licking at her womb as her fluids poured to the welcomed gentle assault.


He growled deeply in his chest, sending wave upon wave of reverberations through her core. Her breath could hardly keep up with her cries of delight, as he clamped her hips in his hands, pulling her towards him, keeping his tongue embedded into her. The ridge of his face, just before his nose, brushed against the tiny hard nub, sending a sensation to her core unlike any she’d felt before. He growled delightedly as she spammed, ramming her hips to his face. His claws dug deep into her flesh, as tiny drops of blood slid from beneath his claws. The scent of her blood reached his nose, mixed with the scent of her sex, driving him insane.


Abruptly he dropped her to the bed, roaring at the top of his lungs, tearing his lower clothing off. He crouched on the bed before her, looking for the fear in the one he would invade. There was none. He prowled up the bed, till his face was a breath from hers, he smelled along her neck, lapping his tongue over her ear. She could feel his strength in the way his arms trembled holding him up from the bed. His tusks twitched, nearly grinning as he smelled along the other side of her neck, again lapping at her ear. She brought her hand to his chest, trying to massage the rock hard muscle there. He purred at her attempt to placate him, and grabbed her knees pulling them up over his arms. He watched her face as he moved his body onto her, the tip of his sex just touched her entrance, and he slammed into her with such force, she didn’t have time to take a breath.


Filling her totally, he began, hard and fast, driving deeper to her core. She grabbed his flying dreads and pulled, trying to keep hold of something small enough on him that would keep her close to him. He howled at her, letting one of her legs go and grabbing both her hands, holding them above her head. Desperately he slammed his member into her, his growls turning to grunts, with each laboured thrust. She tried to wrap her legs around him, she could feel herself moving up the bed with each inward thrust. She didn’t want that. She wanted to feel him meet her, wanted to feel the delighted pain of her womb being hit by his massive flesh.


He seemed to agree, letting her other leg go free, he pulled her up to him by her waist, forcing her to arch her back. He let her hands go, giving her back extra support as he rammed harder into her tiny body. She could feel him so deeply in her, the fire burning way out of control. Somewhere under the pillows she found the headboard, bracing her arms on it each time he thrust in, pushing herself down onto him further. Somewhere in her mind she could tell something horrendously wonderful was going to happen, all she had to do was endure the sweet torture. She cried louder, as he thrusts became shallow, but faster. Suddenly a fire so overwhelming swept through her belly, exploding in the pit of her stomach. Her muscles clamped hard around him, drawing him even deeper, her screams echoing through the room. Blindly he threw his weight into her, roaring at the lushes tightness that was her. That’s when it happened. He roared deep in his chest, a roar so deep and long, she thought he’d run out of breath before it was complete. His phallus expanded, locking him inside her, as his seed erupted from his body, like the undersea volcanoes. He let her hips go, as he roared, pounding his chest, as his claimed female hung from his embedded flesh, his body held up by his knees in bed.


He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving heavily. His dreads spilled to either side of her, his arms the only things from keeping him from totally suffocating her. Within a few moments she felt him slip from her, as he rolled to his side. His senses returning, he went to examine her. He’d not meant to be so rough. Using the bed sheet he wiped his seed from her as it poured from her body, too much for her to take in all at once. There were no cuts this time, no blood. He helped her roll over, as he examined the claw marks on her hips. There was blood yes, but no wounds. This was strange. He took her arm, and carefully made a cut in her skin with his claw. He watched in amazement as her flesh heeled in seconds. He looked at her, as she opened her delighted eyes to meet his. “The Askard gave you a gift,” he said, only to remember that she didn’t understand.


Or did she? She nodded to him, pointing behind her ears. D’Gon reached over, and gently pressed the flesh behind her ears. There was something there, beneath the skin. He looked at her. “Askard sub dermal translator?” She nodded again. “You mean you understand everything I’m saying?” She nodded again, with a grin only a lover could understand. He prowled over to her again. “So if I tell you that I wish to seed you every night you are with me, that I wish to drive my tongue to your depths repeatedly, to taste your delicious nectar, you would know exactly what I said?” Again she nodded, tracing her hand over his cheek. “Oh this is going to be fun.”





Outside D’Gon’s quarters, Raz’Bett walked by, followed by Val’Roch. The pair looked to the quarters of Blooded Hunter, as a female’s lustrous cry echoed through the door. Raz’Bett grunted his approval, and Val’Roch shook his head. “I still want to know if she has a sister,” Val’Roch called through the door, then followed after the Elder, on their way to the sparing room to watch the matches.