More Possibilities

Disclaimer: all copyrights belong to Twentieth Century Fox and the screenwriters of Predator. I receive no profit from the writing of fan fiction.


Author’s note: Thank you for the wonderful reviews - and yes eventually Sam will meet their clan, the Matriarch and other Yautja females, but for now...do readers remember that Young Blood from Possibilities?


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Chapter 3

Kir and Salek sighed in disappointment. Their female companion had decided to cover her smooth Ooman skin with her garments and had insisted they do the same before answering the summoning of the Constable of C9. This had caused them a few moments delay in answering the annoying beeping of the Constable’s request. Kir was surprised that the Constable was contacting them so soon, he had gotten the impression that the aging Ooman male did not consider the destruction of Samantha’s room and property to be an important priority. He was distracted from his thoughts by Sam’s irritated muttering. The two huge Hunters had positioned her between, and slightly behind them, as they stood in front of the Command Panel. The two warriors looked at each other over her blonde braids and made the mutual decision to ignore her. It was imperative that the other Oomans understood that the female was under their protection now.

Kir extended a long, muscled arm and his talon flipped the switch to open a communication channel between them. The sweating, pale face of the Constable filled the view screen panel in front of them. Swiftly they realized that the Ooman office of law enforcement was contacting them on another matter that did not involve the investigation of Sam’s claim. His small eyes repeatedly darting to the side, the Ooman male explained the situation to them. Their mandibles curled tightly in suppressed amusement, Kir and Salek listened intently. It seemed that, in the last waking cycle, there had been an unusual occurrence on the space station that the Oomans did not know how to deal with. With growing mirth, the Hunters heard that the Young Blood they had meet during their meal in the food establishment area had followed Kir’s advice and had relentlessly sought a Ooman female to mate with. The Constable’s flushed face was serious as he indignantly explained that he oversaw a space station filled with ‘nice, law abiding citizens’ and ‘such behavior was frowned upon’.

Deron, the Young Blood from the West Continent, had been approaching the female residents of the space station and asking them if they would like to mate with him. It seemed, from the Constable’s explanation, that a stunned pause usually had followed this question and the young Hunter would then elaborate, in medical and detailed descriptions, to clarify his query. His last attempt had been in the food establishment area and his request of, the Constable flushed as he quoted, “Would you like to go to my ship and see my Hard Meat trophy?” had been met with outrage. The young female’s response was to yell and throw food at him that had resulted in a public disturbance.

The balding Ooman male followed this announcement with a grave, frowning expression as the two huge Hunter fought valiantly to contain their amusement. Sam was no help; she had buried her face against Kir’s side and was using it to muffle the sounds of her laughter. Kir observed the Ooman narrow his eyes as he understood this was not prompting the equal distress from the Yautjas that he had been expecting and desired. Kir saw the Ooman lean forward and a pudgy finger pressed a button. The view on their panel expanded and they were now able to observe more of the Constable’s office. Kir bit the inside of his mouth and tasted his own blood to contain his shout of mirth as his amused gaze took in the scene before them.

Deron sat in an uncomfortable looking metal chair, his massive shoulders slumped and his mandibles drooping. His taloned toes curled beneath his seat and rested on the cracked tile flooring as he dejectedly gazed at the Dlma reptilian raptor skull resting on his lap. In his pale dreads red sauce and noodles blended with the reddish green markings and trailed down his mottled skin.

Kir attention was returned to the Ooman when the male leaned forward and whispered into the sound transmitter. “I don’t know what to do with him,” the Constable hissed in a low, worried tone.

With a supreme effort Kir’s expression turned serious and he and Salek explained that the Young Blood was unused to Ooman society and that Deron should be sent to the Blood Wing where they could explain proper Ooman etiquette to him. The Constable’s face looked relieved and the younger Hunter’s expression brightened as well. Swiftly Kir closed the communication channel and the three of them slid to the floor in loud laughter. Sam actually had clear fluid streaming from her eyes, similar to when she had been upset at seeing the destruction of her personal belongings, but this time Kir had no doubt on the cause of their appearance. Sam was resting weakly against them as she howled her amusement. In a gasping voice she explained what, in Human slang; ‘Hard Meat’ could be misunderstood for. It was with difficulty that they calmed themselves.

The outside proximity indicator alerted them that the Young Blood was waiting eagerly outside their ship for entrance. Kir punched in the proper command code and the huge, thick doors opened, Deron’s claws scraped on the metal flooring as he clamored up and within moments he joined them in the circular amber room. Their coughed greetings were exchanged and amusement warred with pride as Sam tried to copy their sounds as well. By the time they had finished showing and teaching her the proper way to greet another a casual comradely had developed between them all.

Kir frowned as Sam made a sound of distress and grabbed Deron’s massive mottled arm. Pulling him forward she pushed his unresisting form into a chair. The three Hunters exchanged puzzled expressions as Sam dashed away. Swiftly she returned holding one of her square pieces of cloth. This one was much smaller than the ones they used, at her insistence, to dry themselves after their baths. She had obviously retrieved it from the bathing chamber and had soaked it in the warm fluid of the pool before she left the room to rejoin them. She approached the seated, confused Young Blood and reached and gently grasped one of his soiled dreads. His confusion quickly changed to delighted bliss as the warm wet cloth encircled and stroked the length of his dread, cleaning it and removing a substance that Sam referred to as ‘Spaghetti’.

Kir and Salek glared at him and Deron curled his mandibles smugly as he submitted to Sam’s ministrations. It was apparent to Kir that Sam had no idea how sensitive a Yautja’s dreads were and that the Young Blood was reacting to her innocent cleaning attempts as he would to a sensual caress. Kir chittered a warning and stepped swiftly behind his Ooman female. Kir’s muscled arm slid around her waist and his palm moved over the soft swell of Sam’s stomach to possessive cup her fur covered mound through the thin fabric of her ‘skirt’ as he hissed over her shoulder at the younger Hunter. He had a moment to notice with satisfaction the disappointed droop of Deron’s mandibles before the wet cloth slapped in his face. Kir’s head snapped to confront Sam as she skittered away from his hard hand. His claws clenched in the soft material of her clothing and now wet slaps of the cloth were targeting his wrist as Sam shouted at him. They were informed, by their irate female, that ‘groping’ was not an acceptable gesture in front of another. Kir reluctantly released Sam’s skirt and she angry twitched it away. He observed irately that the other two Hunters had their mandibles tightly curled in an effort to contain their laugher. They instead made agreeing noises to Sam as they frowned at him. Kir growled back. That earned him another slap of the wet cloth and he was forced to retreat a step; something that did not go unnoticed by the other two warriors.

Sam narrowed her brilliant green eyes and pointed to two more chairs and ordered them to sit, she stated that obviously they all needed a lesson in Ooman manners. Kir and Salek meekly followed her command and seated themselves. Their mate paced in front of them and tried to explain female feelings and thought processes. Kir found it insightful and confusing.

Sam explained, to an intently listening audience, that a skull shown as a trophy would not impress an Ooman female. Kir and Salek easily heard Deron’s soft, stifled sigh. Sam continued speaking and they understood that instead a skull should be shown as proof of a Yautja warrior’s ability to protect his mate from harm. The ability to provide shelter, food and other necessities was also valued. Sam went on to mention that other gestures that showed forethought and thoughtful were noticed by females and through her rambling discussion Kir understood that Sam placed more value on his small carvings given to her as gifts over the time of their association than any Queen skull he could present.

He frowned as Kir noticed that Sam’s arms were now crossed defensively under her breasts and her skin had taken that interesting pink shade as she continued speaking while not looking at them. Kir refocused on her words and listened intently. It seemed that Ooman males had their own version of a ‘hunt’ with the goal of having sexual intercourse with a desired female. They would pursue a female, engage her interest, state to her that they wanted to spend extended periods of time with the female, but immediately after sexual intercourse had taken place the males would chose another prey to chase, leaving the chosen female behind. All three of the Hunters were stunned by this.

Kir narrowed his eyes and considered his mate as she paced in front of them looking extremely uncomfortable. He could tell by her scent as well as her body language that she was uncertain and nervous. He turned his head and chittered at Deron to leave them. The Young Blood protested and Kir stood and snarled over the smaller Hunter threatening to toss him bodily from the ship. Deron snarled back, chittering that he needed more information and Kir relented. He told the other male that he could return shortly and ask questions, but that he must leave now. Salek silently watched while Sam was tugged on Kir’s arm asking him what was wrong, wiggling between the two angry warriors. Kir enfolded Sam in a strong embrace and looked over her blonde braids at the upset Young Blood. His tone softening, Kir chirped that he believed that their mate did not understand that they wished to keep her. His face swiftly clearing, Deron nodded. He told Sam farewell as she protested that he really didn’t have to leave so soon. A glance at the two stern expressions of the other Hunters watching him did not support her claim.

“What did you say to him, why did you make Deron leave?” Sam demanded, her face flushed and upset appearing as she glared up at him.

Kir ignored her annoyed questions and raised his hands to cradle her face.

“We want to keep you.” He assured their new Ooman mate firmly.

Salek rose and stood at Sam’s back, pressing her smaller body between their bulks. Sam tilted her head back and frowned up at him. From the expression on her face Kir wondered if he had worded his statement correctly.

Salek swiftly spoke, “What Kir meant to say, but your language caused him to mix up, is that we want you to wish to keep us.”

Kir started to frown, he did not believe he had ‘mixed up’ what he wanted Sam to understand, but Salek gave him a warning glare and he remained silent. He was relieved when Sam relaxed against them and turned her head a bit to glance over her shoulder at the other Hunter. Kir decided to allow his much more skilled speaking, male mate to continue.

“In our effort not to overwhelm you with our strange ways I believe Kir and I made a tactical error.” Salek said softly. “In our culture it is the female that decides if she will keep the males she had picked and for how long. We belong to you, whether for another waking cycle or for many, it will be your wish.”

Kir buried his muzzle in her braids and murmured in her ear, “We need you, stay with us.”

Sam appeared dazed and burrowed against his chest, embraced by both of them.

Kir growled, “I did not want you to think that we considered leaving you behind.”

Salek hurriedly finished for him, “We discussed staying here, but we don’t know if the space station will allow us to live here permanently. Kir and I would enjoy showing you our home on Dlma. We think you would like it.”

He felt relief as the female cuddled closer against them. Her voice was uncertain as she replied, “I don’t know what to say or think. I have been so busy concentrating on my injury and what has happened to really think about what will occur in the future.” Her green eyes were pleading as they looked up at him and switched to gaze at Salek as well. “Can I consider everything; your culture doesn’t have a time limit or anything, does it?”

Tilting his head to one side, Kir considered Sam. The Ooman female had just made an obvious contradiction. Of course she had thought about it, otherwise she would not have mentioned it just moments ago. Salek gave him a stern look and Kir decided to keep his mandibles curled closed and not announce this observation to the others. He had a feeling this insight would not be helpful in achieving their goal.

“No, of course not,” Salek swiftly assured her. “But,” Salek added, “It is our way for the females to allow the males to …convince her.” The other Hunter said, his gray eyes gleaming.

Kir watched as Salek rubbed his body suggestively against Sam and the Ooman female giggled. He thought he detected a hint of relief in the sound, as if Sam was happy that the tension had been dispelled with Salek’s teasing comment. Kir knew he was relieved as she relaxed against them, her hands starting to rove over his mottled skin. His clawed fingers moved from cradling her face to burrow between her braids, massaging her fragile skull. Sam moaned and tilted her head back and Kir grazed his mandibles down the smooth skin of her throat and neck. She arched against his chest and Kir felt the hard pebbled of her nipples rubbing through the thin fabric of her clothing. He wanted them bared and pressed against his skin and his hands moved to peel the garment from her unresisting body. Salek was equally busy sliding Sam’s skirt down her long legs.

Kir’s tongue extended to lick the moisture from her skin, the humidity of the ship and Sam’s rising excitement causing tiny beads to blossom across her paleness. He heard a dull thud and guessed that Salek’s loincloth had joined the amber mist coiling on the floor. His hands reluctantly left kneading her soft curves to unfasten his own garment. He turned slightly to drape it over the edge of the Communication Console behind him, quickly checking that he did not accidentally switch on any channels in his haste. Returning his attention to the pale softness of her body, Kir pulled Sam and Salek pressed into her as well. He reveled in the sensation of Sam’s smooth skin and rubbed against her as Salek did the same.

Suddenly he noticed the stiffness of the slender form at the same time a faint sharp smell of nervousness scented the air. Instantly he stilled and stared down at Sam. Salek was also motionless and the other Hunter waited in confusion. Both of them looked closely at their female mate and noticed the deepening pink on her cheeks and neck.

“Sam?” Kir questioned his tone low and rough.

The female’s coloring continued to increase and he sighed in frustration. Frustration that he didn’t understand what had gone wrong, not that their sexual play had ceased. So far this was the first time Sam had shown any hesitation and he couldn’t figure out why.

“Sam?” Salek coaxed in a soft sounding tone as Kir stifled his own growl of confusion. Salek continued, “Our kind do not posses the mental powers of reading another’s mind, what troubles you?”

Her coloring almost painful looking Sam muttered, “I’m littler than both of you.”

“We had noticed that over the course of our acquaintance,” Salek prompted her.

“If we want to make a sandwich it will hurt me with out the proper preparation.” She stated in a voice so soft they barely heard her, even with their enhanced hearing.

Kir frowned down at her averted face, “I thought we were going to engage in sex, are we going to eat instead?”

Sam began to laugh, the motion causing pleasant sensations as her soft breasts and erect nipples were still pressed against the muscular planes of his chest. Kir did not mind her amusement; he had quickly realized he was often a source of mirth for their new mate. What he did note was that her slender body had relaxed once more as she draped herself against him.

In a quavering voice, still laughing, she explained what a ‘sandwich’ meant in Ooman slang. Kir saw Salek’s inner eyelids drop, but that did not hide the gleam in the smoldering gray depths. The slender Hunter’s lower mandibles rubbing together in a wicked manner was a further clue to his male mate’s thoughts. Salek soothed to Sam that of course they had not planned to rush her so soon into something like that. Kir gave the other male a long, dry look. They hadn’t planned to simply because they hadn’t realized it was physically possible. It did make logical sense, Kir considered; males used the rear opening for their own pleasure so therefore a female could as well. The possibilities were wonderful.

Kir refocused on the words Sam was saying as she rested her head on his chest. She was explaining to Salek that there was a store on the space station that items could be bought to stretch her narrow rear entrance. Salek asked why they had not visited it when they all shopped together and she giggled that it wasn’t located on the Promenade with all the other shops, that it was discreet. Kir frowned slightly; he was not familiar with that particular word. When Salek expressed his interest their female mate was appalled, she protested that they were definitely not accompanying her, something about male cows in an establishment for table dishes.

With her warm body still pressed between them Kir decided that this was not the time to discuss Sam’s safety and the danger she may be in, or the fact that she was going nowhere without their escort. Instead he ran the edge of his thumbs along the outer curve of her breasts and raked the soft skin gently. Sam’s voice grew husky as she mentioned, almost absently, that the female didn’t necessary need to be the one in the middle of the ‘sandwich’. Her tone might have strived to sound casual, but there was no mistaking the heady aroma of her arousal. The scent was so intense that it thickened in the air around them and caused Kir’s ball sack to drop. From Salek’s moan and slight shifting of position, he suspected the other male had had the same reaction.

Sam’s scent beckoned him and Kir slid his massive form down her slender, soft one. She widened her long legs and he settled between them, his snout nuzzling her springy blonde fur at the apex of her thighs. His mandibles were very sensitive and he loved the feeling of combing her short fur with them, the wiry curls wrapping around his tender appendages as he stroked through it. Kir gently grasped her injured leg and lifted it over his muscled shoulder opening her further for his exploration. His tongue tip extended and he prodded Sam’s slick feminine folds with it, discovering and teasing the hard nubbin he was searching for. Sam whimpered above him and one of her hands wove into his dreads of balance and he felt her shift again as well as sense movement from Salek. Kir grinned against her mound as he felt Salek’s long agile tongue brush wetly along his chin as it extended from behind her parted legs and slip into the dripping channel that he had been heading for. Slightly disappointed Kir settled for placing his tongue tip against the hard nubbin he had discovered hidden in her fur and let the suction tip wring more fervent whimpers and pleas from his female mate as she writhed against his strong jaws.

His hard palms slid up her soft skin to close around the firm mounds of flesh and knead her breasts. Kir’s talons gently plucked and scraped against their swollen tips and she shuddered and cried out. He heard Salek’s happy muffled chittering and knew he was sucking the juices of their mate’s release directly through his tongue tip that was lined with numerous taste buds. Sam slumped and trembled above him, but Kir knew they could demand more from their mate as she was not yet rendered speechless. He felt Salek shift away and immediately took his spot. Kir’s tongue dove deep into Sam’s feminine core and greedily tasted the lingering remains of her recent release and the faint hint of his other mate. His lower mandible curled into the soft yielding flesh of her thighs as his upper ones found and grasped the slick button he had just abandoned. Rolling the tender nub between his nimble upper mandibles caused Sam to whimper and beg for more as she ground her groin against his face.

Pulling and squeezing on Sam’s swollen nubbin while his probing tongue buried deep in her feminine core caused his female writhe and squirm above him. Then Kir heard Sam’s high gasp and definitely noticed her sudden stillness. Pausing in his own torment he chittered a question at Salek, the sounds faintly muffled against their female’s mate’s soft folds. The other male’s reply was equally muffled sounding as he chirped back. It seemed that Salek was employing his own method of stretching their mate using his long, thick tongue. Within moments Sam was rocking back and forth on their working tongues moaning her pleasure.

Sam was bent over his massive form with her hands braced on his broad shoulders. Kir’s hands had left the softness of her breasts to grasp the equally soft, firm curves of her hips when her position had made caressing her breasts too awkward. Now his long fingers moved to the smooth globes of her ass and Salek’s dreads brushed against the backs on his hands. His talons sinking deep in the flesh of Sam’s buttocks, he pulled them apart so Salek could burrow his muzzle deeper into the shadowy cleft that hid her rear opening. The other male chirped his appreciation of the gesture and Kir resumed his own sensual torment.

Sam climaxed again and Kir enjoyed the rich taste of her feminine release and the heady aroma that filled his lungs as he breathed deep her scent. With these wonderful distractions it made ignoring his aching erection easier to bear. Then it was Kir’s turn to moan and squirm as familiar, strong fingers enclosed firmly around his swollen shaft and squeezed. Talon tips grazed his sensitive flesh lightly before returning to pull and stroke his straining hardness. Kir moved his hands from the exhausted form of their female and blindly reached low. His seeking claw tips found firm thighs and roved over sleek muscles before discovering Salek’s exposed groin. One hand reached further and cupped Salek’s hanging, heavy sack while the other possessively curled around pulsing, engorged flesh. Salek snarled softly and Kir felt the hands on his body match the motions of his own. His swollen scrotum was softly cradled in huge claws and the base of his cock was squeezed so suddenly slick fingers could work his throbbing thickness. Grunting low, his muzzle still buried in Sam’s sated feminine core, Kir fingers were demanding as they pumped Salek’s erection. The fingers of his other hand gently rolled and kneaded the firm roundness of Salek’s testicles and when he felt them tighten further and begin to draw up closer to his lover’s body Kir knew to increase the rhythm of his hand pumping Salek’s long shaft.

He felt Sam stir above him and his tongue began to burrow back in and out of her fragrant, feminine core. Her hips moved again and he matched the motions of his hands with his active tongue and both of his lovers moaned in response. Kir felt that with Salek’s firm flesh quivering in his palms and Sam’s soft flesh quivering on his face that he had achieved the Yautja afterlife. His hands tightened mercilessly as Sam’s release coated his tongue and soon Salek’s hot seed was spilling through his busy fingers. He heard the other Hunter’s grunting growl of climax mixed with warning and understood that Salek demanded his own release to follow swiftly. His roar only slightly muffled in Sam’s wet warmth, Kir cried out as shuddered racked his massive body and his heated semen flowed over Salek’s waiting fingers.

Kir’s body was flooded with rich sensations and he was only vaguely aware of Sam shifting to stand somewhat solidly between them. The two Hunters gratefully leaned against her and their hands slowed to leisurely caresses. Their palms slick and wet with pre cum and semen, Kir and Salek almost gently continued their fondling until tremors coursed through their massive bodies again and cool seed splashed a final time for both of them. Cleaning their hands and stated bodies on Sam’s forgotten and discarded skirt, the two hunters then gathered their exhausted female mate close and mutually decided that one of Sam’s ‘naps’ was required for her to fully recover. Of course, the two males joined her in and effort to adapt to Ooman customs, not because their own bodies demanded rest as well. Salek and Kir were in firm agreement in that decision while Sam just laughed at them as the three of them drowsily cuddled together on the soft sleeping pad.