More Possibilities

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More Possibilities
Chapter 5


Kir stretched on the sleeping pad, his acute hearing listening to the faint splashing emanating from the next room over the sound of nearby humming. They had visited an interesting establishment the previous day and his and Salek’s new Ooman female had made some purchases that the Yautja hunters were anticipating exploring tonight. But first Sam wanted to bathe and insisted on doing so alone. For some reason she claimed to believe that the two mottled skinned warriors would attempt to distract her. Kir chittered with humor at her suspicions. A small violent kick that glanced off his thigh drew his attention to his male bond mate that was already experimenting with some of his new acquisitions. Kir rolled to his side to observe the slightly taller and more slender Hunter.

The humming noise increased and Kir noted with interest the darkly mottled toes tipped with black claws curl. Salek’s mandibles were slack with pleasure as he tightly gripped two small metallic accessories. They were called ‘silver bullets’ and were powered by tiny energy chips that caused them to vibrate at a high level. Holding them to sensitive parts of one’s anatomy would produce pleasurable results the packaging had claimed, not that Salek had shared so far. Kir watched Salek, who had his hands braced on his upper chest, as a full body tremor wracked his sleek, muscular form. The low humming halted as Salek swiftly sorted through his dreads again. The ones that were black tipped with new growth were splayed over his chest while the others were thrown back over his shoulders. Kir amusedly observed the other male marking with a metal band the particularly sensitive one he had just stimulated before carefully choosing two more. Then the humming and claw curling began again.

Kir let his mind wander back to the shopping expedition of the previous day while he waited for Sam to appear. It had been most enjoyable as well as informative. Maria and Deron had accompanied them and upon seeing the dark haired Ooman female the proprietor of the establishment named the ‘Passion Emporium’ had declared that now he could close early. It seemed that Sam’s friend was a ‘Platinum Club Card Member’. He also seemed to recognize their Ooman mate as well, though not nearly as well as Maria who received their discount coupons, and Kir had regarded him warily. The Ooman man known as Darius was fit and muscled, dark haired and with matching trimmed facial hair. His lower body was clothed in dark, dead bovine skin and his upper torso was bare. Colored markings that Kir’s info chip had identified as tattoos adorned his bared epidermal layer and one striking inked form was of a horned, winged creature. Kir’s mandibles flared and he circled the other male. Darius had eyed him as the Ooman appearing male continued to chat with the two females. When the artificial air draft had finally gave the Hunter a whiff of the scent he was searching for, Kir growled low in his chest. Darius was actually a species of Daemon, Succubus or Incubus Kir couldn’t remember which was which. After a Hard Meat they had a challenging reputation as prey that often succeed in killing the Hunter instead and as such they were considered a rare and highly valued trophy.

The Daemon had seemed to sense that his true form had been identified as he tensed and his eyes turned red as he gazed back. Kir noted that the two female were still laughing and teasing the other male about getting a discount. The Yautja warrior had not believed they would qualify for this if he attacked the shop owner.

Drawing himself up to his full height Kir had glowered down at the smaller creature. He knew from past hunting experience that the Daemon could change instantly to its larger and more dangerous form depicted in its tattoo.

Kir abruptly announced, “Sam is my mate and she does not require any more trophies.”

“Why, that is good to know,” replied Darius smoothly and appeared to relax slightly as Sam and Maria had regarded him quizzically for his interruption.

Deron and Salek had wandered away and regained their attention by waving a long, brightly colored phallic shaped object in the air. Both females showed pink undertones to their epidermal layer and hurried in the other males’ direction. Kir had followed more slowly, his intent gaze still watching the Daemon who had returned to his original position behind a long counter.

Kir had drawn nearer and had watched Maria appropriate the item and with a practiced twist of her wrist it began to shake rapidly. She handed it back to Salek who was expressing his excitement over the ‘vibrator’. He especially liked its green toned color, Salek had noted audibly with a sly glance at Kir. The larger Yautja had hid his amusement; well knowing it somewhat matched the skin hue of his own male member and thus was the appeal to his teasing lover. Sam however had frowned at it and mentioned in a low tone that it was much too large for what she was looking for. At her subdued announcement Salek had clutched it to his mottled chest and loudly declared that it was for his own pleasure. Sam had grown brighter pink and muttered something about finding the shopping baskets. Soon all of them had been clutching purple and black plastic baskets and wandering the isles except for Maria who used a large one with wheels that Deron pushed for her.

Kir remembered chittering with amazement as he perceived the holographic videos for sale. There was a huge variety, but he ones that had caught his attention was the section showing Ooman males having sex with other Ooman males. Salek and Sam joined him and his new Ooman mate had been openly puzzled.

“Umm sweetie, why does this surprise you considering…” Sam’s voice had trailed away as she nodded in Salek’s direction.

Kir frowned, “Because this contradicts information gathered by my litter mate Kat.”

“And he was curious because…” Sam prompted.

“He lives on Dlma and spends much of his time with an Ooman male, a dinosaur expert. He asked others and they told him absolutely not possible.”

Sam had shrugged, “Gay guys are not overflowing the galaxy but they aren’t rare either.”

Kir frowned, “I was right there, once, when my bond mate asked. Why would Gunnery Sergeant Thomason say a falsehood?”

“He questioned a Colonial Marine? He probably got a ‘No, Hell No’!” Kir nodded and she had laughed before continuing, “Does your brother really like, you know ‘like’ this other guy?”

“Kat was the first of my litter to claw himself free from his birthing sac and he allows Dr. Nolen to call him Kitty.”

Sam giggled again, “Then by all means, get some videos and enlighten your poor, confused and misinformed brother.”

Kir remembered scooping a few into his basket and had turned to Salek who was standing behind them and slowly turning a video around to fully comprehend the sexual scene on its cover. Sam saw his considering look and snatched it away, reminding him that the actors were trained professionals and she was not a circus performer. Salek had protested, claiming he was not interested in adding wild animals to their bed and where did she get such perverted ideas? Kir had wandered over to Maria and Deron, leaving Sam smacking Salek with the plastic container. The dark haired Ooman female had been adamantly stating that ‘Tegat Muskrat’ was not perfumed oil that she would find olfactorily appealing. Kir had sighed with suppressed disappointment and returned his own bottle to the shelf. He personally thought the pungently earthy odor smelled quite pleasing, perhaps Kir considered, he could export it to the homeworld. He had swept his taloned hand and a dozen now filled his basket. Already mentally visualizing the profit, Kir had happily trotted away to explore the next display.

He had decided to approach Darius about buying in bulk and beginning a lucrative business proposal between them. If the Daemon was not to be prey perhaps he could instead be a supplier, Kir had reasoned to himself at the time. There were many interesting items that he believed would be popular with his people. His expanded inventory would also do well on Dlma where they were isolated from the rest of the galaxy due to the vast distance between them and the nearest human habitat that was actually this very space station, C9, and several weeks away. The residents of the remote world where his current home was situated actually had more Yautja visitors now that it was advertised as a Hunter’s ultimate game reserve. Kir considered his train of thought and what the reaction would be from his clan members upon meeting his Ooman female.

He remembered gazing across the spacious store where Deron trailed Maria and also considered what it would mean to the many Ooman females left without mates on Dlma. Several years ago, when the Oomans had settled, the velociraptors had begun using the settlement as a buffet and the Ooman males had been the first to defend and die. Many females had been forced to stay even after they lost their husbands because of the financial cost involved in moving their homes back across the galaxy. Now, the presence of the Hunters and a rotating squad of Colonial Marines kept the compound known as ‘Jurassic Park’ safe.

Kir’s attention had been distracted from his musings by Salek’s distressed whine. His claws clicking on the grey marbled floor, Kir had rushed to his bond mate’s side. The taller Hunter was staring in horror at a mannequin of an Ooman female wearing a device of torture. Salek was in a corner of the shop that had numerous examples of black bovine skin in what appeared to be articles of restraint. His gaze had followed Salek’s and he too had been what Ooman slang deemed as ‘dumbstruck’. Sam had hurried to join them and squeezed between their hulking bodies. Instinctively both males had used one hand to clutch their respective baskets while each slapped their free palm protectively over her breasts. Sam had wiggled and loudly reminded them of the ‘No Groping Rule’ but the two warriors had ignored her.

Maria, with Deron faithfully following, had been drawn over by their reactions. Laughing the dark haired female had explained the concept of nipples clamps to them. At their amazement that Ooman males would do this to their mates she had further explained that the harsh appearing metallic devices were used on men as well. Shocked wide eyes looks had been their reaction and Deron had begun shaking his head vehemently in response. Kir smirked as he remembered the Ooman female pouting and using a fingertip to trace a swirl of color on the Young Blood’s arm. As Maria mentioned how much fun they could be and how ‘weren’t Hunters suppose to be adventurous’ Deron’s head shaking slowed and Kir had watched doubt war with hopefulness in the other male’s gaze.

Kir and Salek shared a look of dry amusement as they silently agreed with each other that the Young Blood had changed his mind too easily. Sam recaptured their attention by holding a pair herself and studying them. Salek reached over her shoulder and removed them from her grasp. Kir watched the taller Hunter’s gaze move between the metal accessories and their female mate before putting the item in his basket. Kir had sighed before moving away and exploring more of the store.

Kir chittered in amusement as he remembered this and Salek gave him a warning slap and he silenced. Sure enough, Sam was entering the room and her arrival refocused all of the attention of the two Hunters. Their female mate was wearing something called a ‘camisole set’ and in was in swirling greens and black that Ooman slang had dubbed ‘camo’. She had obviously picked it out to wear for their benefit as earlier they had expressed approval of the items she had purchased at the military surplus store and had told her how sexually stimulating they found that color pattern. Her teasing reply had been if the Colonial Marines ever worried about their virtue, but the fact that she was wearing the patterned material and she had remembered their preferences pleased Kir immensely.

Kir saw Salek slide the silver bullets under one of the head cushions as she approached. The taller Hunter was swift to praise her for her clothing selection and Kir gave his own rumbling purr of agreement. Sam changed to her pink color and allowed the two massive males to draw her down to the sleeping pad. They easily tugged her between them and immediately began tenderly trailing their talons over her soft skin. Kir adored the way she trembled and the little whimpers of want and need that escaped her. Her hair was loose from the many braids and he combed his claws through it. Sam pushed him down and straddled him and began caressing his body with the silky long mass. Now it was his turn to tremble under the unusual caress. Kir lifted his hands and teased her through the thin barrier of her clothes as Salek kneeled behind her and buried his muzzle in Sam’s loose hair. Kir watched the other Hunter shiver as his sensitive mandibles weaved through the pale yellow softness.

Kir urged Sam to strip off her upper garment and she complied with a sinuous movement. Greedily, his hands grasped her firm curves of flesh and kneaded gently. He watched as Salek skimmed her skimpy, silky shorts down her flared hips. Sam balanced her palms on his chest as she shifted so the Hunter behind her could finish removing her lower garment. Soon their female mate was naked and their exploring hands could rove unhindered over her creamy soft skin. Sam’s slender fingers roamed his chest until she found his almost hidden masculine disks and she delighted in tormenting them into hard tiny peaks. Kir had been waiting without clothing and now he arched his hardening male member against the under curves of Sam’s ass. Her body trapped his cock and it rose behind her to rub against and between her buttocks. He felt an odd hardness and it took a moment for Kir to remember it must be one of the butt plugs that Sam had been wearing to stretch her rear channel for the girth of a Yautja cock. It had been decided that Salek would have the honor of exploring that particular entrance as he was slightly more slender and Kir had been the first to have intercourse with her. It seemed longer than just a few waking cycles that the three of them had joined and Kir couldn’t imagine the Blood Wing with out the tall, blonde Ooman onboard.

Sam rose up on her knees and Kir felt Salek’s taloned hands wrap around his freed cock. The other Hunter gave it a teasing caress, his thumb sweeping the blunt head to spread Kir’s leaking pre-cum over the broad, rounded surface. He gave a warning growl and Salek chittered back in amusement. His growl rapidly became a gasp as Sam lowered herself and enveloped his erection in wet warmth. Her feminine channel was snugger with the plug in her other opening and Kir relished the tight closeness surrounding his cock. He hummed with pleasure as she rose and fell on his hardness. His ball sack had dropped long ago and his hum switched to a hiss as claws gently racked the thin skin. Salek’s gray gaze watched him over the rounded curve of Sam’s shoulder. Kir’s own eyes closed in bliss as Sam ground down against him and he felt her soft curling fur rub into the sensitive skin of his groin.

His hands continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts and soon another pair of hands joined his to pluck at her nipples and it was Sam’s turn to whimper and moan. He opened his eyes again to watch as the darker patterned hands played with his own on the pale flushed flesh. After long moments of this teasing torture Kir saw Salek’s hands slide away in a lingering caress. Sam leaned forward more, bracing her forearms on his massive chest as her green eyes dilated and stared dazedly into his own. She stilled and Kir felt with his cock as her butt plug was slowly removed. When it was gone Sam’s feminine channel felt almost empty with just his male member filling her. Sam seemed to agree because low threats and pleads were uttered at Salek as the other male made her wait. At Kir’s low growl the sleek Hunter moved forward and a keening whine was Sam’s response as he thrust into her. Kir hissed as well, feeling the warmth around his aching cock narrow again. The epidermal layer between the Ooman female’s two passages was thin and Kir could easily feel his male lover’s cock sliding against his own.

When Salek was seated fully inside her the two Hunters shared a look of masculine satisfaction. The other male chittered at him and Kir’s mandibles curled in suppressed mischief as he passed his male mate the silver bullets that had been hidden under the head cushion. The low humming was the warning that Sam did not heed as Salek’s hands snaked around her torso to hold them against her breasts. Kir reached and guided them so they were pressed to her rutched nipples. Sam straightened, arching her back and Kir hissed in pleasure at the change of her position. He enjoyed watching his two mates and helped Salek by cupping their Ooman’s breasts for this sensual torment.

Kir raised his hips in short, shallow strokes and Sam writhed while impaled on their shafts. Her breasts moving due to his thrusts and the patterned, powerful hands on her pale skin were an exciting contrast. His movements enticed Salek to do the same and soon his male mate tossed down the metallic accessories in favor of grasping their female’s flared hips for leverage. Kir slid his hands from Sam’s breasts to interlace his fingers with those of his male mate’s. Together they held their female motionless as they began an alternating pattern of thrusts and withdrawals. Kir loved the sensation of his cock plundering deep within Sam’s wet warmth as it rubbed repeatedly against Salek’s stroking shaft separated only by a thin layer of skin. Within moments Sam was shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm, her inner muscles clenching and spasming around both Hunters’ cocks. Her release triggered Kir’s and as he felt his warm seed splash deep within her he watched Salek’s mandibles curl as the slender Hunter shook with his own climax.

The three of them panted in happy unison as their bodies struggled to recover. Sam had started to slump forward and Salek curled a sleek muscled arm around her torso, drawing her back against his chest. Now that one of Kir’s hands was free he used it to stroke Sam’s trembling thigh, soothing her before they started again. His cock was twitching, waiting, within her and he felt the echo of Salek’s doing the same.

After he believed they had given their female mate sufficient time to recover Kir lifted his hips and gave an experimental, shallow thrust. That seemed to be the signal Salek was waiting for because soon the other male was relentlessly working his shaft in and out of Sam’s limp body. Kir relaxed as much as his body would allow him to, content to feel his mates’ movements; against and surrounding him. He could see that Sam was dazed as her body strove to catch up with the demands of her lovers. Kir was concerned but was distracted by an odd vibration against his ribs. Awkwardly reaching, he fished around and found one of Salek’s discarded silver bullets. Kir curled his mandibles in a smirk as he tapped the end, causing the humming to increase. Watching Sam’s responsive face he pressed the quivering metallic object firmly in her yellow fur. Her eyes flew open and sharpened at the intense sensation and soon she was babbling nonsense as her body squirmed, trapped between their larger, harder ones.

Sam’s hands moved to brace on his mottled shoulders and she panted in fast, rapid breaths. Kir moved the vibrating toy lower and she screamed, the shrill cry echoing around them in the humid air. The room filled again with the heavy scent of her feminine arousal as she climaxed and her release was an earthy spicy aroma that Kir drew deep in his laboring lungs. Salek growled a warning at him, letting him know that his demanding male mate wished for him to orgasm as well. At this gentle prodding Kir arched his back and felt the tingling at the base of his spine that signaled his release was to be soon. His ball sack contracted with a pleasurable plain as it emptied into Sam’s waiting, quivering warmth. His roar was echoed by Salek’s as Sam’s slender body was shaken by both of their shattering climaxes. He felt her muscles clenched again and soft whimpers as her body helplessly responded a final time.

The two massive males carefully rolled to the side so they would not crush their more delicate female mate. Panting, their sweat dampened bodies pleasantly clinging to each other, the three of them drifted into a lazy nap. Kir hooked the cooling sheet with his talon and covered them as he happily anticipated the long weeks of deep space travel that was required to reach Dlma. He could hardly wait for the voyage to begin.

WARNING: the next chapter will probably be about Deron and Maria from the Ooman female’s POV. I am considering borrowing the idea from a reader who mentioned Yautjas discovering the profession of prostitution.

Author’s Note: the OC character Darius is based on a friend of mine and I was challenged to mention him into all of my future writings in the different fan fiction genres as well as my original fiction pieces I am working on.