Possibilities

Disclaimer: all licensing and trademark rights belong to Twentieth Century Fox and the screenwriters of 'Predator'. I am not connected to the movie in any way and receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

Author's note: sorry for the delay, but I also write Andromeda fan fiction. To those readers who's first choice is not slash I will mention that in this story line, now that the Predators have found Sam, she will probably be in almost all of the sex scenes though there might be some M/M action going on with her. I didn't want to surprise anyone with Kir and Salek's relationship that fit into my writings considering their culture I have developed. Thank you for all of the reviews -I was so hesitant in attempting to write this.

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Chapter 2

Kir stomped quietly along the metal corridors of the space station grumbling but he was secretly pleased. He snuck a sideways glance at Salek and noticed the smug curl to his mandibles. It was the other warrior's turn to carry Sam. The smaller Ooman female was curled contently in the massive mottled arms and was still talking away, sharing her excitement of the concert. He did have to admit he had enjoyed their time together more than he had thought. It had started hopeful enough and he did not want it to end so soon. He remember her wide eyed amazement as they invited her into their ship. Sam had been actually silent as she gazed around their main room, her gaze absorbing the elaborate carved circular walls with the amber lighting filtering through. She limped cautiously in the low hovering steam but continued, trusting them- the most dangerous things in her existence. They had the chairs raised from the floor as the room was not being used for fighting practice and Sam had settled gratefully into one, then of course the questions had started. They chatted for a few moments and Kir had given Sam the small statue of the scaled feline form of a Ulla panther he had carved for her. She had several now from their trips and not to be outdone, Salek had given a shimmering cloth she had used as a shoulder covering for the rest of the evening. Kir did not mention that Salek had appropriated it from their trading manifest.

Salek had wanted to touch her braids and she had blithely agreed. His black claws had run though the gold strands and toyed with the metal bands. When Salek had started a scalp massage the Ooman had tilted back her head and Sam's soft moans of enjoyment had caused both of their male members to stiffen and stir against their loincloths. Seeming embarrassed by her own reaction Sam had suggested sharing the orange she had brought. Innocently she had asked for a small knife to cut the skin of the fruit so she could peel it. The two hunters gave Sam a wide choice of edged implements. It had turned interesting when the juices had made her fingers sticky and Kir had grasped her wrist and licked them clean. She seemed startled by the length of his tongue and that the tip could suck so strongly. While explaining how it was adapted to withdraw bone marrow Kir had breathed deeply and inhaled a heavy delicious scent that had nothing to do with the tart fruit. His unseductive answer to her babbled question did not dampen the thickening smell of her feminine arousal and his dropped balls grew heavier. He also observed an interesting pink color flushing her pale skin and was surprised. Kir had not realized Oomans could change color too.

Noticing the time she seemed eager to use the excuse of the concert to leave the steamy atmosphere of the ship and the two males agreed. As Hunters they understood sometimes the best course was to let the prey run before closing in. They relished their victory when they convinced her to leave behind her cane due to the anticipated crowd at the concert. Not only did they have the excuse to carry her now, but it would be a reason for her to return to the ship before their departure. Sam had appeared uncomfortable in his arms but Kir had smelled no fear or revulsion.

The concert was much more enjoyable as well. The swelling loud music pounded through them and seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. It also consisted of the crowd yelling and stomping as they slammed into each other. Kir considered introducing it to his own culture, it might prove to be popular and profitable. Though, shielded between their hulking bodies, their Ooman companion remained unjoustled and screamed along with the rest of the crowd. There was also that amusing incident with band. The lead singer had been calling out to the audience to "make some noise" Looking at each other over Sam's head, Kir and Salek had complied. Their roars echoing in the now silent room the band had cowered on stage. The lead singer had peered beyond the bright footlights into the darkness and his quavering voiced had questioned,"What the fuck was that?" There had been a slight delay while the drummer had been found and coaxed back on stage.

Now infused with the excitement of the evening, Sam seem quite happy in Salek's embrace as he carried her back to her rented quarters, Kir tromping along beside them. Her relaxation might have something to do with the number of alcoholic drinks she had consumed. When she was lowered at her door to enter her unlocking code she swayed slightly and Salek had to steady her with large hands on her curving hips. Sam's chatting changed to a shocked gasp as she stared into her room. The two massive males easily peered over her head to view the destruction within. Seeing the small room was empty they allowed her to enter and she limped unsteadily in. Sinking to her knees Sam used the piece of fabric they had given her to collect small unbroken objects. A strange emotion twisting inside his chest, Kir noticed the first things she gathered were the small carvings that were his gifts. He stood guard in her doorway as Salek entered and crouched beside her. She was making soft wounded noises and Salek hovered uncertainly over her. A huge clawed hand that Kir knew could savagely rip through a raptor's scaled armored skin now clumsily patted the frail Ooman on her back. With a broken cry Sam turned and burrowed into the comfort of the muscled frame and Salek awkwardly enfolded her shaking body. Kir heard strange cooing noises and blinked both eyelids in surprise. In all the time they had known each other he had never heard that. The soothing noise was soon drowned out by Sam's wracking sobs. She was crying. Kir had also never seen or heard this before. He didn't like it. At all. Even though Salek was being gentle, his gaze as it met Kir's was vicious. Someone had made a huge mistake.

Sam and Salek collected all of her belongings that were salvageable in a large duffel bag. Swinging it over his shoulder, Salek lifted their female back into his arms. Kir carried nothing but his weapons naked in his hands. The few Oomans they encountered on the way back to the ship scurried swiftly to safety. In the soft amber glow of their ship they showed Sam the cleaning room and watched as she swallowed one of the little pills the Ooman physician had given her. They showed her a storage unit in their sleeping room where she could place her damaged belongings as they hurried tossed aside some former trophies that had resided there. They now had a new prized possession and the two huge hunters were going to do anything they could to keep her.

As Sam settled on the large raised pad that was their sleeping mat they left her to talk together in the main room. Kir had run a medical scanner over her and he input this information in their computer as Salek chirped to him in their language. They came to the conclusion that she needed to be guarded at all times and her 'accident' should be investigated.

Kir read the results of Sam's scan and discussed them with Salek. According to the medical information it appeared that the Ooman female could be physically compatible with Yautja and Kir felt a wave of relief. The warriors also realized they would have helped the Ooman regardless. As they secured the ship for the night Kir heard soft whimpering noises and went to check on Sam. The Ooman was stirring restlessly and had tossed off the cooling sheet they had given her when it was apparent the temperature they were comfortable in was a shade too warm for her. It was easy to view her in the amber lighting so it was not necessary to blink and switch to the infrared traditionally used while hunting. Sam's sleeping garment was of a shimmery green fabric that fastened over her shoulders with narrow straps. It had ridden up to bunch around her waist and Kir was surprised to notice she had fur between her legs. The golden triangular patch tempted him and his hand itched to explore it. His male member twitched in agreement.

On silent feet Kir padded into the sleeping room.

Quietly removing his weapon's belt he hung it on one of the posts supporting the frame for their sleeping pad. He dropped his loincloth to the floor, along with it the hard shell covering that protected his male member and it sprung free gratefully. Kir paused a moment stroking his long smooth length before sliding next to the Ooman. She had sprawled on her back but now turned away from him onto her side. Kir thought perhaps she was trying to escape him in her sleep and stilled. Then her body edged backwards to butt against his and her restless movements quieten. Kir rolled to spoon Sam with his much more massive body and her whimpering changed to a relaxed sigh.

His own body though was far from relaxed. Kir felt his muscles tense and his male member ache fiercely as it brushed against the softness of her underthighs. His huge hand moving to cup the curve of her hips, Kir marveled at the smoothness of her epidermal layer. He tried to distract himself from what he truly hungered to do. Even knowing nothing about any species of female he figured forcing his tormented hardness inside her would not be well received. His fingers tightened at the forbidden thought. Distraction. Smoothness. The fabric Oomans valued... was it satin or silk? Kir's clouded mind could not remember.

Sam shifted in her sleep and her legs parted, allowing his male member to slip between them. Now trapped in the warmth of her thighs Kir felt her feminine folds press against the top of his male member. Distraction. Cock. He focused on the strange term Oomans used when referring to their own male members. Even his own culture understood the concept of 'slang' but was comparing their sexual organs to a male chicken really appealing to Ooman females? But to try to capture and keep an Ooman he needed to start thinking like one, an early lesson learned for any hunter.

'Well then,' Kir thought to himself, 'my..cock is aching and I want to bury it..' No, that was not helping his situation.

Shifting again, Sam's thighs squeezed his cock and Kir gave a hissing chatter. Distraction. Do NOT think about what her legs were doing. Concentrate. Think of something else. Her breasts were a pleasing and less painful alternative. His hand slid up her side and skimmed to the front of her chest under her sleeping garment. Suddenly a warm weight nestled in his palm and he kneaded curiously. His fingers learned its shape and fullness as the musky scent of Sam's arousal slowly saturated the moist air around them. When his claws delicately raked against the hardened point of it she moaned and arched against him, pushing the soft curves of her buttocks firmly into his groin.

Not helpful.

Neither was the mewling noises she made as he rolled and plucked on the crest crowning her curve of flesh. Sam started to roll her hips backwards and drag her feminine folds along the hard ridge of his cock. Kir felt a warm wetness on the top side of his cock and realized the creamy fluid was dripping from her feminine core, easing the friction between their skin. And it felt wonderful. Curling his mandibles tightly and gritting his teeth Kir buried his face into the softness of her braids and continued to caress her soft curve then changing to explore its neglected match resting on the sleeping mat. Sam shifted to give him greater access as he stroked and caressed her other soft mound. With a lingering squeeze Kir released her breast. He thought Sam made a disappointed sound and then her breathing quickened as he moved his hand down the silken skin of her belly. His fingertips and claws sifted through the curling fur at the top of her thighs, delighting in its texture. Kir explored the wiry softness found there until cool fingers grasped his wrist and urged his hand lower. Slender fingers tangled with his and guided them to a hard nub of flesh hidden below the fur. Her hand retreating to grip the muscles of his lower arm, Sam began a rolling motion that caused her feminine core to grind along the top of his cock, her buttocks to softly slam into his groin and that nub to rub against his fingers. When he pressed his fingers she arched, when he circled she mewled and when he squeezed it the rich scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils.

Sam had thrown her head back, from where it had rested on his other arm, to over his shoulder. Kir buried his face in the curve of her neck and shivered at the sensation of her braids moving and caressing his dreads. Unlike Oomans, his dreads were covered by sensitive skin and the feel of her sliding hair was unbelievably erotic.

The sound of their panting in the semi-darkness was interrupted by her demand of "More"

Her fingers slid down the back of his hand to pull his thumb against that hard nubbin while two of his fingers were pushed in a warm wet opening. Thick creamy fluid coated his fingers and her rolling motion caused them to slide in and out. In this Kir was not unexperienced, stiffening his fingers he thrust them in and out sometimes curving them to lightly rasp his clawtips against her smooth inner walls. Salek loved that particular caress and it seem equally effective for Ooman females if Sam's response was any indication. His thumb rubbing her hard nub, Kir's fingers worked with a relentless rhythm as Sam rode his hand while her body quivered and trembled. He felt her tense, then arch before shuddering violently as a keening cry seemed wrenched from her throat. His fingers were flooded with fluid and he swiftly slipped in a third and continued thrusting, causing Sam's climax to extend as she moaned his name. Kir's chest swelled with a sense of pride unequaled by any Hunt.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand to her thigh and let her recover, the thick smell of her orgasm spreading though the room. His hand on her thigh lifted it and his own slid between hers. Kir shifted his hips and his hand guided his throbbing hardness to the entrance in Sam's soft folds. Wanting to just plow in- but knowing he might hurt her he paused. Distraction. Pussy. Another strange name for Ooman sexual organs. What was this odd fascination they had for animals. He hoped it would help him in this situation.

Sam pushed down and the crown of his cock pushed inside her hot warmth. His hand swiftly slid to the base of his male member and he pinched, releasing a stream of slick pre-cum to ease his passage. With his body's natural lubricant and the juices of her recent orgasm, his cock slowly eased in easier than Kir anticipated. Inch by inch, Kir worked his length in until he was sheathed fully in her feminine flesh. He paused to let Sam's body adjust and pinched himself again, releasing more pre-cum into her tight channel. Her pussy felt so snug as it stretched around his length and girth. She shifted slightly, opening herself to him and Kir used this opportunity to move his other arm that had been trapped under her slight weight. He curved it around her torso to press her pelvis and hold her firmly against him as his other held her thigh higher, spreading her further. His massive body pushed, turning hers into the sleeping pad though his braced elbow stopped Sam from laying completely flat. She grabbed some of their head cushions to press against and made encouraging noises as she wiggled her ass into his groin.

Growling into her silken skin he began pumping his hips, thrusting his cock deep in her clinging wetness. After the anticipation he suffered through all evening long, his balls felt like they were going to burst. His male sack swinging, it slammed into the softness of her underthighs with every stroke. Bracing himself, Kir pistoned his hips harder and gloried in the sounds of Sam's pleasure. His hand moved from her thigh and slipped around to grasp and roll that hidden nub and was rewarded by Sam's shuddering climax. Feeling her feminine channel clench and convulse around his cock caused Kir's own orgasm to explode. Lifting his head he flared his mandibles and roared. Kir felt his hot seed splash against her inner walls and his tense body slowly relaxed as tremors coursed though him. When they lessened slightly in intensity Kir knew his body was ready for its second and final release. His hand gripping her thigh again he surged in several more times before a cool splash of second seed drenched her feminine core. This release wrenched a harsh guttural growl from the depths of his massive chest and Kir slumped in delicious exhaustion.

It would be several moments before his body recovered and the warrior withdrew his softening cock from Sam. He rolled away and gently turned the Ooman so she could rest on her back. Propped up on his elbow while laying on his side, Kir stared down at the female that he now claimed as his mate. Her pale skin flushed that interesting pink color, Sam lay limp, her long legs splayed open. Kir lifted his gaze to meet his lover's eyes as the other Hunter stood in the doorway where he had been watching them.

On silent feet Salek padded into the sleeping room.

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to be continued.....ya think??

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