Seasons

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content... some language.. =D

Her thoughts had been focused entirely on him the duration of the time he had been away, locked in what she could only guess were Arug’rak’s quarters.

She was tentative with her time in the early hours following the destruction of the Weyland base. Since K’tch was obviously busy with the oldest warrior, there was little for her to worry about as she wandered the ship. She didn’t have to worry about Arug’rak. He wouldn’t be scouting the halls this time. She could breathe easy, unconcerned with the possibility that he might run into her and… A shiver ran down her spine….Man-handle her…
She shook the thought from her mind with distaste.

She yearned to know the story behind the world’s biggest, rudest, most insensitive jerk. Like most sentient life, it was likely that he hadn’t been born that way.

With a roll of her eyes, the thought of Tzukra came to mind, brightening her mood. An urge to satisfy her concern for the youngest of the alien warriors led her to peer into the treatment room, a small room near the end of the winding tunnel-like corridor with a plain metal door. After pressing the button, pleased that she was allowed entry, she curiously poked her head in, looking both ways before finding the figure lying on a bed to the left. He was lying on his right side facing her under dim lights that seemed to emit a comfortable warmth. Come to think of it, the entire room was surprisingly dim and warm. He was clad only in a dark loin, his shoulders, hips and legs devoid of any armor. With little more than a gaze, Tzukra had quietly greeted her, an odd tube-like device attached to his closed mandibles ruining any attempt at conversation. He stirred a little, the action making the wire that was hooked to his wrist device dangle. He glanced at it once before laying his head back down tiredly as she approached.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked, voice quiet, worried that raising it might somehow cause him discomfort.

He nodded slightly, left hand raising as all of the fingers except his thumb curled into his palm in a familiar gesture that he jerked towards her once, firmly for emphasis.
In spite of herself, she giggled, amused by his obvious understanding of the action.

His eyes blinked slowly as he lowered the thumbs-up. Of course he was going to be okay. Sore, drained and hungry weren’t a recipe for death. He’d be back to normal sooner than she thought. Of course, healing was a minor discomfort. The intensity of the ache his muscles now felt, although currently preventing him from falling asleep, would eventually subside as it had always done in the past.

His eyes widened at the feeling of her soft hand resting on his bare shoulder.

“Well, if you need any help with anything, I’ll be around I guess. Ok?”

He nodded, knowing he’d be fine without her help. Her right hand came up to his left mandible before sliding up to his forehead and petting him.

“Aww… I can only imagine what they did to you. Poor guy…”

He grunted, thoroughly amused by her concern. She began to stroke his head down to his locks, pleased when his eyes began to flutter. He found himself shocked as the contact eased his pain and his eyes became heavy with the need to sleep. He purred unconsciously and Sharon had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. In only several moments he’d drifted right off, breaths deep and slow.

It was obvious that her work there was done…

She was careful not to disturb him as she got up and tip-toed to the exit. With one final glance she quietly exited the room, leaving him to rest. Satisfied that despite his apparent ordeal, he was actually alright, her attention had consequently shifted back to the K’tch as she wandered back down the hall. The stern warrior didn’t seem too concerned about disclosing the details of their latest mission, a mission that had ended with Tzukra injured and scores of people dead. Her shoulders sagged as she realized she was at the door to the obnoxiously open shower. It slid open at her approach and she stepped into the room, recalling her first impression of it being just another hallway.

During one of her many increasingly long sessions, she’d gone about all dozen yards of its diameter, locating about 6 shower nozzles. She frowned as she peeled off her clothing, wondering if there was ever a time that the shower really was that crowded. If so, it was highly unlikely that she’d allow herself to be one of the bodies crammed into a room with no separate stalls, curtains or cubicles. Basically, a room with pretty much no privacy.

After setting her clothing to the far right, she remembered to stand back as the water splashed out from more than a few feet above her. She briefly wondered if they cared that she used the shower as frequently as she did. After all, it wasn’t like she was paying the water bill. After locating the dispenser for the pale goop that lathered nicely, she stepped beneath the water, mind busy with thoughts pertaining to their mysteriously savage culture.

Was this really how this species lived? …Out of technologically advanced ships, returning to Earth every so often to collect trophies? She dreaded to think that K’tch, Tzukra and Arug’rak weren’t an exception to their kind. It was likely that the rest of their strange society did the exact same thing. She had to admit, even though the skilled warrior could be dangerously violent, she was becoming more and more, dare she say, attached to the disciplined fighter.

She wasn’t quite sure when the change had happened, perhaps that day she’d gotten crazy and pushed him. She looked back on the incident with slight worry, the hormones clouding her judgment all but settled. It had been ridiculously foolish for someone of her stature to down-right provoke an unpredictable creature twice her size, weight and more than skilled in perhaps dozens of ways to kill a being.

She supposed she had to thank her lucky stars that it had ended the way it had, with her bucking beneath him, body heated in a satisfying climax. A blush crept up to her cheeks. It hadn’t really occurred to her that he could ever be interested in touching her. Initially she’d been concerned out of shy modesty, but after having been subjected to his crude dismissal of her as any kind of sexual being, she’d eventually dropped the concern. He had been rather rough and terse with her in the past and half the time didn’t even appear to take her seriously. In contrast, his handling of her during their last two intimate moments was shockingly gentle. She sighed as her right hand massaged her body under the running water, rubbing her breasts before slowly making its way south.

She could conjure an image of him clearly by now, surprisingly, without the heavy mask he’d worn when they first met. She tried to shake the image. She’d been telling herself since their first encounter that it wasn’t right. He was rude, he was ugly and he was violent and for God’s sake he wasn’t even human.

She released a soft controlled sigh as she put her left hand on the wall to brace herself, right slipping down her stomach and up between her soft cleft, caressing the sensitive flesh as she parted her legs a little more. A wave of arousal washed over her at the memory of his smooth warm body against her, hips rocking into hers.
He may not have been flaunting great social skills, but what he lacked in verbal communication he more than compensated for with his actions. K’tch knew how to move, how to manipulate his movements against her and excite her until her body was screaming for release.
She licked her lips, palm undulating against the little sensitive nub nestled near the top of the cleft, fingers sliding against her entrance.

Her brain oooohed, but her lips were sealed, eyes shut tight as she tried to convince herself to stop.

*Come on Sharon, calm down… just calm down.He’s not sexy, he’s a killer, a misguided beast who would have killed you if you hadn’t chosen to help him...Stop this now, before its too late.Let him be….*


With a soft moan she slowly drew her hand away..

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He’d wanted to focus. No, he needed to focus, but his thoughts were on the human female he’d briefly greeted upon his return. Despite Arug’rak’s impression, he had actually given thought to their situation and what he would do with the female. Whether or not she could handle it wasn’t a concern.

An angry fist connecting with his jaw brought his thoughts to a painful halt and he staggered back a step. He briefly brought his hand up to rub his agitated mandible when he looked up from his thoughts. Arug’rak was staring at him now, brows drawn, chest heaving as he waited for a reply to a question that he realized with annoyance, he hadn’t even heard….

The older warrior rolled his severe gaze.
“Is your head clogged!” he snapped, realizing from the delayed response that K’tch’s mind had wandered yet again.

He growled. K’tch was a wonderful warrior. He really was. Who better to acknowledge this than he who had beget him and trained him up since he was a crawler, but like those days long past, there was one trait it was obvious he’d never be rid of. The insane ability to tune-out anything and everything of little interest to him with an ease that was terrible to witness but downright torture to endure when attempting to have a conversation with him.

K’tch shrugged his shoulders, gaze averted, more out of discomfort than respect.

“No. It is clear,” his tone was flat as he recovered rather quickly, leaning back against the wall and putting one hand on his belt as his superior’s gaze burned down on him.

Arug’rak made a rough-sounding noise of displeasure as he shook his head, barking out the words of their language quickly.
“Open your auditory devices and listen when I am speaking before I decide to test my theory of blowing a few holes in your skull…See if that works…”

K’tch swallowed, forcing down the tension that rose within him at that comment. It was a nasty threat, but highly unlikely that Arug’rak would seriously injure his own blood. He raised the muscle of his left brow. Then again, he swallowed, this was Arug’rak he was talking about. The hunter was at times an unpredictable warrior who tended to treat him more like a static comrade than one of his favored offspring. And he clearly remembered the unfortunate fate that had befallen one promising near comrade.

It may have been slim, but there was still a chance he could get his head knocked off even at this point of familiarity. When you were in the strong warrior’s favor, you didn’t know it because there had ever been any gifts awarded or praise bestowed upon you..

You were alive. Your skull wasn’t hanging from his belt. That’s how you knew.

“My head works…” K’tch forced a pleasant tone, wishing he could be anywhere but dealing with Arug’rak at that moment.

“Then answer my damn question. What possessed you to even fuck that stupid inferior creature!?” he practically spat.

The crease between K’tch’s brow muscles grew tight at the colorful adjectives used to describe his female.

“A lot,” he admit, straining to maintain his control.

Arug’rak spun away from him angrily, a few of his long locks slapping his face and chest with the clank of beads and bones. His movements were sharp as he walked back over to what looked like a desk adjacent and angrily sat down. K’tch watched as he picked up a bloody skull with his left hand, right grabbing a tube-like device that extended from an opening on the right and continued to clean one of the newest additions to his collection.

“Pray tell…” he ground out sarcastically. Before K’tch could respond, he turned to him again, hands paused, voice calmer. “Tell your maker why you’ve abandoned sense and tradition in foolish pursuit of this human..”

The younger warrior grunted.
“The female is annoying. She is untrained and bold. She is feisty at times but proven to be of help. She is useful and perhaps loyal.”

“Or you’re just horny.”

His mandible’s twitched.

“A little.”

“Our mission is finished now. I have seen to that,” he noted proudly as his fist nudged his chest thrice. “It is in your best interests to get off of the pleasure boat before I sink it. The ride is over..”

“Far from it…” he stated.

“This ship is docked. Either leave her at the bay or get off with her.”
K’tch shook his head.

“I can do neither. I want her with me.”

Arug’rak lifted the brow muscle over his left eye, mandibles clicking for a moment as he spoke in their native tongue.

“As a mate, I assume?” he watched him tensely for a reply, shocked by the answer.

K’tch nodded, Arug’rak shaking his head again.

“I now define you as the stupidest of my seed..”

“And the strongest,” K’tch added.

Arug’rak’s mandibles twitched in thought before turning back to his skulls.
“The stupidest….”

The younger warrior’s features darkened as he replied.
“Whatever. I still want her.”

“You do know what this means, don’t you…” Arug’rak questioned, words lowered in agitation.
K’tch nodded once more, not so phased by the thought.
“Yeah. She must come with us.”

Arug’rak sighed. Pity. He was looking forward to adjusting the atmosphere of the entire ship, having allowed his best warrior to adjust it to accommodate his company. It looked like they would have to keep on periodically sleeping with the breathing apparatus to keep their biology under control.

The soft sound of scraping could be heard as the oldest warrior carried out his cleaning, mood lifting at the pleasure he found in it.

“I’m going to laugh when she dies during the first season in our world,” he announced.

“I bet she wont..” K’tch declared with a sneer.


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After listening to her I-pod for less than half an hour, she found herself examining the room. As she hopped off the bed, her eyes traced the carved linear designs of the wall to her right, all the way to the trophy case that was almost always on display. Such care had gone into the maintenance of each and every skull. The newest one glinted under the stark white light that shone above it. She could only assume by its unnervingly fresh appeal that it was Jones’s. She shuddered inwardly, trying to understand the reasoning behind committing such a strange and violent act, something that was a blatant disregard for human life.

After finishing whatever it was that was so important, he'd come back to his quarters where sure enough, Sharon had been waiting, sitting placidly in the middle of his bed, feet dangling over the edge as she smirked at him.

After all of the inappropriate thoughts that had been running through mind, she found herself uncomfortable about approaching him, instead speaking.

"That was some rescue..." she remarked, K'tch continuing toward her with the very definition of a scowl on his face. He hated being told what to do…

Mechanically, he removed his armor and weapons before stripping, mumbling something with a not-too-pleasant tone in his language. Something was obviously on his mind. She shrugged off the thought of his agitation. What else was new..

Her eyes widened in shock as he stripped as though she were invisible, grabbing a neat set of cloth from a hook near the display case and armor. Without so much as a glance in her direction, he simply dressed himself in a different loin and then walked out of the room.

She frowned at his actions, eyes traveling down the sway of his back before guiltily pausing at his firm gluteus, then further down to the well-toned backs of his thighs and calves. She’d had little time to forget the image of him storming off when he’d returned nearly fifteen minutes later, clad in his loin and looking significantly calmer. As he took a seat beside her it had become clear by his softer scent and moist skin that he’d been down to the shower and was much more agreeable as a result.

Almost immediately, she leaned against him, left cheek pressing into his shoulder a little.

“Everything, ok?” she inquired, cocking her head a little to look up at him.

He nodded once, unsure of how to interpret her behavior. Before he could wreck his brain any further trying to piece it together, her right hand came up, slipping around his waist. She looked up at him as her left arm slipped behind him to complete the embrace. K'tch purred softly. There was a term for this in their language. If he thought hard enough about it he remembered it was known as cuddling. It was a sign of affection, something he was never too anxious to display in front of others.

He leaned into her a little, brushing his mandibles against her forehead a gently.

"Mmm..." she suddenly moaned softly in content, K'tch's eyes scanning her quickly at the sound.

She was just indulging in the feeling of content when his voice sounded, startling her by the request.
“Come with me…” his low voice spoke her language slowly.
She looked up at him, wondering if she’d heard right.

“W-what?”

“City…in confusion. Come with me,” he gestured to himself, “wait for it to pass.…back home with me.”

Her eyes became impossibly wide.
“Back… home?” she questioned, suddenly remembering her own home. She had a step-father who’d stopped the state from seizing her birth mother’s house after the woman's untimely death. She hadn’t seen him since she was a child and they’d never quite gotten along. She took a deep breath. He was practically dead to her anyway. She had no siblings or close cousins. The only people she could think of were friends and co-workers, wondering what stories they’d concocted in her lengthy absence.

“But……” she faltered when he snaked his right hand around her waist.
Before she realized what had happened, the arm around her waist had lifted to her face as he leaned down a little, brushing the side of his mandibles against her lips, hot breath near her ear.

“Do it…” his softened voice advised.

She looked away nervously, unsure if such contact should be allowed to happen again. She knew exactly what would happen if it did...His eyes narrowed at her quiet refusal, more in interest than anger as his right hand came up beneath her chin, directing her mouth toward his. The initial contact was gentle, but firm as the action sent a ripple of pleasure through her senses. She surprised him by inhaling sharply as he spoke again.

“Its safer….with me…”

He turned a little toward her, right hand reaching between her thighs and rubbing the moist skin softly through her clothing. She moaned, left hand grabbing his right forearm, her right holding onto his shoulder to keep herself from collapsing back onto the bed. If she lay back, then surely there would be no stopping the inevitable.

She just had to remember her resolve and get a grip on her senses.

“Hey, K’tch..” she breathed, a little frightened by the need to put more volume in her breathy words. He continued to caress her, purring in content. “K’tch…. why…..why do you keep, doing this to me…” she questioned. He pulled back just a little until her eyes met his.

“We...both like it…” he rationalized.

All at once she felt the blood rush to her loins, greatly sensitizing the already sensitive flesh. Almost reflexively, she parted her legs wider, trying not to slip off of the bed as he ever so slowly slipped his hand beneath her shorts and caressed the engorged folds lining her womanhood, parting them to find the slick wet entrance. She inhaled shaky breaths at the anticipation.

“K’tch,” she breathed. “Please…. I can’t…think when you-” she suddenly whimpered as her body welcomed him as he carefully worked a finger inside, pulling back and thrusting it a few times to determine if she was ready. In one swift motion her shorts were gone, shirt following suit and leaving her exposed.

“Ohh!”

Her clitoris was pulsating with desire, her body warm and waiting to receive him.

“K’tch….I don’t know…. if leaving-”

“Shut-up…” he practically breathed against her neck.
Her breaths had begun to come more quickly as his mouth found that spot between her jaw and shoulder that made her melt. Then he did something that she did not expect. He pushed her urgently back onto their bed, the woman looking up at him anxiously as she lifted herself to her elbows to peer up at him.

“Really…. I should stay…” she managed.

He stood up and came to rest in front of her. One hand on each thigh, he spread her legs far apart as she watched him, waiting for him to position himself, her body anxious to receive his. Instead, he kneeled before her, lifting her legs over his shoulders, his mandibles spreading as his soft strong mouth descended upon her gender.

That should put a stop to her refusal.

She collapsed back onto the bed, a shocked cry of pure rapture torn from her throat as the sensation of something so warm and pliant engulfed her. He worked her accordingly anxious to put his latest copulation notes to the test. Sharon moaned helplessly beneath him, head tossing from side to side in disbelief. Her first and last boyfriend hadn’t even the guts to give her the most pleasurable and intimate kiss known to woman.

But K’tch, he’d taken it there without even a second thought.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes the feelings were so intense. Her hips lifted from the bed, his mouth nipping at her sensitive flesh at the right rhythm and in all the right places as he held her hips, restricting her attempts at thrusting.

"Oh God… Ohh..”

There was no time to even breathe as the pressure quickly built within her and he drove her body into a sweet climax. She arched with a cry, heels of her soft feet pressing into his back as he held her legs, still bent at the knee as they trembled over his shoulders.

Once he was certain that she’d had her first climax he withdrew slowly, rising and crawling up on the bed beside her. He pulled her dazed form atop of him, simply petting her, hand gliding up and down her back soothingly. In only several moments, she began to squirm against him, her body anxious for another round. She looked up at him, trying to hide her guilt as her nether regions longed for contact.

“You…will come with me….” he stated.

He was breathing deeply, eyes heavily lidded as he gazed up at her. It wasn't a suggestion, but a state of fact. His eyes never left hers as he guided her hand to his length. Her searching fingers trembled around the erection and he helped guide it between her shaking thighs. Her eyes stared into his as she lowered herself upon the stiff flesh, pleased by the sigh he made, accompanied by the glazed look his golden eyes acquired.

She had begun a steady rhythm, rocking softly until her body was comfortably adjusted. He began to purr a little as she tentatively rolled her hips and lifted them, feeling her abdominal muscles tighten before descending upon him. She felt a sense of pleasure at his subtle reactions. If she moved her narrow hips in a certain motion, she noticed how his breath caught every time or he trembled. The very idea that she was able to control such a reaction gave her the comfort she needed to proceed.

She had been riding him for little more than a few moments when he pushed himself up from his elbows, arms going about her back, a look of raw need in his eyes. All she could do was hold on tight as he pushed them both over, spreading himself out to tower over her. His hips descended upon hers and she moaned softly at the feeling of his throbbing erection against her inner thigh. Without warning, he thrust himself back into her, pausing every so often to gyrate deep within her, her entire body jarring with the force.

The only thought she could conjure was that of the sweet blissful sensations traveling all over her body, making her gasp and moan. His right hand came up to fondle her breasts, grabbing at the soft flesh and kneading it anxiously, tip of his index gently rubbing the hardened nipples, mouth following suit.

The weight of his hips pressing into her own was such sweet comfort, warm hard stomach, sliding against hers as his hips pumped.
She chanced a glance up at him in his ecstasy. His eyes were heavily lidded, jaw hanging open, mandibles opening just a little as he threw his head back, drawing a trembling breath as his hips moved blindly with the rush, jerking quickly several times inside of her..

He made a strange snarl-like noise as he was hit by the impetuous waves of orgasm, Sharon losing her focus as the rhythmic contact both against and within her finished her off too.
Her left hand dug into his back, right reaching to his hips to hold him down inside of her as she reveled in the aftershocks of the climax.

“Don’t-” she whispered as she locked her legs around his, unwilling to let his body depart hers just yet.
He struggled to abide by her desire, resting a few more moments within her before slowly pulling his spent organ out of the soft wet confines of all that was her, shuddering as her muscles tensed just a moment around him before releasing him fully.
He then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him and petting her with utter satisfaction. That was good enough for today. After all, he was still a little tired from that mission.

His thoughts began to wander toward home and the land and faces he hadn't seen in quite a long time. It would be interesting to have her see the world that he had been raised within. It wasn't anything special, but he was actually starting to miss. He looked down at the woman who had fallen lax against him.

It was amazing how quickly those orgasms put her out...
She had expressed hesitance in joining him. Oh well. Who cares what she thought she wanted. She wanted him, she'd stuck with him and she was going home with him, whether she wanted to or not….