More Possibilities

Disclaimer: all legal copyrights belong to Twentieth Century Fox and the screen writers of the Predator movies. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction and do so for enjoyment only.

Author’s Note: this chapter is about Deron and Maria and is from her point of view. It will be several chapters until they rejoin the story after this one.

Timeline: this is set in the future after ‘Aliens 4’ on a remote space station.


More Possibilities
Chapter 6

Maria grimaced and lowered her bottle back to the table after taking a lukewarm sip. She was careful to avoid one of the numerous sticky spots on the uneven circular surface. She hated cheap beer, but had been wary of ordering a mixed drink in this establishment. The fiery Italian had been raised in the slums of New Boston and well remembered the lessons her youth had taught her. Only trust the drink from a bottle you opened yourself.

Her gaze roved for her companion and even at a distance he was easy to spot. Around six and a half feet of mottled green and red alien was kinda hard to miss, Maria mused. It didn’t hurt that her chosen location gave her a nice view of the Promenade below from her narrow balcony table. The Promenade was a fancy word for the open space corridor between the bars and seedy shops of the Outer Ring. It was also the favorite working area for the ladies and almost ladies of C-9’s oldest profession. A profession that she had explained to Deron’s drooped mandible amazement.

If anyone had mentioned to her on her spa trip a short time ago that she would be playing babysitter and matchmaker for a dreadlocked misguided alien she would laughed until she had hurt something internally. But then only her best friend, Samantha, would find so much crazy excitement during the brief span she had been gone. Maria had won the trip and thought it was so exciting, now she was redefining what she considered exciting. She certainly knew Sam was.

It still amazed her that her tall, blonde, best friend had found true love and a considerable amount of lust in the arms of two Yautjas and was, right now, racing through the stars to inspect her new home on the exotic planet of Dlma. Before they had left Maria had sat Kir and Salek down and had given them a stern talking to about keeping her friend happy. She hoped they had taken notes. Currently, the only Hunter on C9 was the bumbling Young Blood and the two older warriors had wrangled a half hearted agreement from her to keep an eye on the impetuous Deron. Maria wasn’t blind to the fact that the eager Yautja was hoping she would consider a more intimate friendship, like fucking until neither could walk again, but she doubted it would develop between them.

It had taken time to get over her initial reaction to their crab-like fearsome faces and to believe Sam’s stories of sexual escapades. Though Maria was still leery of the more massively muscled Kir, because of his tendency to growl a lot, she had grown very comfortable around the friendly Deron; too comfortable. After several waking cycles of him trailing around after her like a huge, devoted puppy she couldn’t find the sexual thrill to consider bedding him now that his alien appearance didn’t repel her. True, their first meeting when he easily disarmed her due to his bigger size and them wrestling on the chair had excited her; now that she knew him Deron was sweet instead of sexy and scary. Maria knew herself well enough to admit she loved ‘bad boys’ not mischievous youths and, despite his size, that was what Deron was.


He was polite, gentle and charming and had many good qualities and Maria hoped the whores he was approaching would overlook his different visage and notice these instead. Or at least his sizeable credit pouch, she thought cynically. She was also honest enough to acknowledge to herself that it was guilt that made her explain the profession of prostitution to the alien, though his expression had been priceless, Maria remembered with a soft laugh.

She wasn’t the only one laughing, Maria noted with a growing frown. Others in the bar and nearby had been observing the awkward alien’s fruitless search for companionship and Deron was becoming the butt of crude jokes and comments. Her gaze swung back to her companion and she sighed, he really was hopeless. Most of the hardened hookers had replied with was obviously, even from this distance, negative replies. Some were quite loud and descriptive in their refusals and Maria winced in sympathy as another drifted to her hearing. When the brazen looking redhead stomped away another woman actually approached Deron and Maria leaned forward with interest. They spoke for a few moments and Mara noticed Deron fugitively glancing over his shoulder in her direction. Maria was puzzled, surely the Young Blood didn’t believe she would change her mind suddenly and object. It wasn’t until her gaze dropped to his twitching talons fidgeting with the side of his loincloth that she guessed what the new bleached blonde was asking Deron. Maria glared a warning, knowing the Hunter’s sharp sight would easily interpret it. There was no way she was bailing him out of the Constable’s custody if he was arrested for indecent exposure, she had heard from Sam about the ‘Spaghetti Incident’. Though it was rare that the Station Police patrolled the Outer Ring, she wasn’t taking any chances.

She saw his massive shoulders slump slightly and them had to smother a laugh as Deron improvised. Holding up his hands like a fisherman describing ‘the one that got away’ he was obviously trying to show the size of a certain piece of his anatomy to the interested whore. Even from this distance it looked impressive, Maria admitted. The brief glace she had got at his cock on their first meeting before Sam had gotten all prudish hadn’t done it justice, Maria surmised now. It must have been too impressive for, after a few more moments, the woman walked away. Or the price hadn’t been high enough. Maria had coached him on that. That, too, had been a hilarious discussion, Maria recalled with a grin.

She hid her smile behind her bottle as she raised it to her lips again. She knew smiling was sometimes taken as an invitation and Maria didn’t want any company from the pickings of this bar’s clientele. A clientele that had gotten more rowdy and scroungy looking in the past hour while her attention had been busy watching the luckless Hunter, Maria noticed now. She was starting to get a little worried, but knew she had to hide it from the rough men around her and tried to look indifferent when a man joined her at her table. The place was starting to get crowded and he could just have needed a seat, Maria reasoned to herself.

“Someone’s sitting there” she informed him with a severe look that was wasted on him, she noted.

“Yeah? I don’t see anyone one,” was the belligerent reply.

She saw the beady eyes widen and look past her and Maria knew without turning that a large spotted alien stood behind her, glowering down at her uninvited drinking companion. With a mutter the interloper shuffled away and Maria grinned over her shoulder at Deron. His mandibles curled with pleasure at her thanks as he awkwardly slipped on the suddenly vacant, spindly stool next to her. Maria’s smile grew; Yautjas should never play cards she thought. Their mandibles, now that she was used to their appearance, always gave away what they were thinking or feeling. The odd protrusions on their jaws were an expressive part of their harsh face and Maria was becoming adept at reading them. She secretly loved it when Deron was plotting something in his pursuit of her and had a carefully bland expression, deviously dropping his inner eyelids to hide his gaze, while his lower mandibles were busy rubbing together in a thoughtful, scheming way.

“Any luck?” Maria asked, though she already knew the answer.

Deron shook his head, his mandibles and massive shoulders drooping.

Maria frowned. “Maybe you should forget my advice and offer them more money after all.”

Deron repeated his negative head shake. “Three of them did consider and might have accepted if negations went further, but it would have been pointless,” he said with a long sigh.

Now Maria was really confused and ignored the flare of jealously at his answer. As she waited for Deron to explain a part of her mind tried to recall which of the women had looked receptive, that brassy blonde for sure she guessed. She banished from her imaginations a mental picture of the overblown blonde crawling all over Deron. She was like a junk yard dog, Maria admitted ruefully to herself. She didn’t want the bone, but didn’t want anyone else to either. His next words recaptured her attention.

“Without the smell of arousal my ball sack won’t drop,” Was his petulant reply.

Maria blinked and remained quiet at he continued. She had known that the warriors kept everything tucked up inside for safekeeping, but had not really considered the ramifications of that physical fact. It made sense that their balls would stay safe unless instinct gave them a reason to emerge. Deron could get an erection and technically fuck all he wanted, but could not climax and ejaculate unless the trigger of another’s arousal allowed his body to complete the process. That also meant, Maria figured, that they couldn’t masturbate while alone which explained all the pent up frustration and aggression they must funnel into the Hunt. She desperately wanted to convince Deron to forget Sam’s ‘rules’ about no groping and exposure in public and let her slip her hand under his metallic loincloth and feel the truth of his words. Before she could give into this temptation or acknowledge to herself the possessive pleasure that he could not find sexual relief with a prostitute, something very bad happened.

Maria had vaguely noted a burly drunken man approach on her far side and loud slurred words of, “Leave that freak and find yourself a real man,” when thick fingers closed around her upper arm and practically yanked her off her tottery stool. She sensed movement from Deron, but had turned to yell at the man. She was looking in his face when his eyes widened impossibly large and he began screaming. As if in slow motion, Maria watched and felt the warm spurting blood of his severed arm spray over her.

Suddenly released, the limp hand and forearm falling away from her, Maria slumped in shock against her wobbly table. Deron stood between her shaking form and the eerily still, crowded room. The man was doubled over a short distance away, his upper arm clutched protectively against his body and his keening moans seemed loud compared to the room’s silent inhabitants. Deron towered above the humans, growls beginning to rumble from his massive chest and a gleaming blade slowly dripped crimson onto the littered floor. Maria knew that all Hell was going to break out as soon as everyone finished processing what had just happened. It seemed that Deron had come to that same conclusion and relished the results of his savage action.

“If a brawl breaks out I could be hurt,” Maria said softly.

A viciously chirped reply could easily be guessed at with out Deron translating for her, Maria thought. A muscled arm swept her over a massive shoulder and suddenly there was a weird shimmer and shouts of “Where in the fuck did they go?” surrounded them. Her hands grasped various straps crisscrossing his naked, mottled skinned back and she was careful to keep her fingers away from anything feeling sharp as Deron moved swiftly to the nearby travel tube. They hadn’t ventured far from it as the establishments tended to get even more disreputable and the hookers uglier the further you moved into the Outer Ring.

It seemed as if only a few seconds had passed and then Deron was settling her somewhat gently on her feet again. Maybe it was been, he was fast, Maria thought with a hint of hysterics. She clutched the hand rail of the individual travel tube and watched as black claws tapped the instructions for her apartment location. With a slight lurch they were on their way, low mechanical humming surrounding them. Her thoughts clearing, Maria brushed him aside from the control panel and activated he communications switch. She asked the computer to connect her to the bar they just left, her mind grudgingly giving her the name when it would rather stay comfortably dazed and numb for a bit longer.

A trembling thumb pressed the speaker button and Maria waited for a response. Garbled noise and a gruff “Yeah?” soon came.

“If you report the incident that just happened to the Station Patrol he will come back and kill everyone.” Maria warned, feeling that she did not have to identify the ‘he’.

“Keep your monster on his leash, you fuckin’ cunt!” was the reply before she broke the link.

Feeling that she had done her civic duty, Maria slumped against the smooth wall to watch her restless, pacing companion. She knew she had spoken the truth just moments ago. Everyone would have been slaughtered. It didn’t matter that the men were rough bruisers and probably some had been armed, weapons hidden under their clothes, they would not had stood a chance against a Yautja hunter. In the enclosed confines of the turbo tube Deron seemed huge and dangerous and that’s because he was, Maria realized. She didn’t know what bit of delusional lunacy had made her think, even for an instant, that just because these alien males acted docile around herself and her friend that they were in some way domesticated, that the Hunters were anything other than large, dangerous predators that happened to be horny. Only that they found her and Sam possibly sexually compatible had removed the two women from their current prey list, Maria’s befuddled mind told her.

She watched, fascinated, at the smooth ripple of muscles under the green and red mottled skin, more red now that flecks of blood had been added. Maria could feel waves of seething frustration rolling from the restless male. The flight or fight mode had been triggered for Deron and he clearly did not like the option he had been forced to chose due to her safety. Adrenalin would be boiling in his blood and Maria knew that the urge to fuck, since the fight had been denied, would be clamoring strongly through him. In Deron’s alien mind he had been defending a potential mate and it wasn’t so different among humans either, Maria realized.

“Why did you cut off his arm? That’s pretty drastic, though if he has any buddies they could rush him to Medical and have it re-attached.”

Deron stilled and all of his coiled intensity was now focused on her and Maria almost regretted letting her curiosity draw attention to herself.

He gave a tight, careless shrug, “You said not to kill anyone tonight and also that you didn’t want anyone messing with you. This was a compromise.”

Maria realized he wasn’t joking like she had been when they started this adventure and she had made him promise not to ‘get crazy protective and kill anyone’ earlier. If not for her casual comment over an hour ago, the man would have been dead. Deron’s attack hadn’t been vicious or brutal; in his reasoning it was just perfectly logical. She shivered at the realization as he stalked closer, crowding against her until she was pressed back against the tube’s wall, only a breath of space separating them.

“But you’re not angry with me, are you?” He practically purred.

No, Maria silently admitted, she wasn’t. That display of ruthlessness had shown her that the devoted, mischievous youth was only one aspect of Deron, another was of a dangerous warrior that made her panties damp, literally. Something she wasn’t going to hide from herself or Deron’s sharp nose either, if the loud sniffing was any indication. He dropped to his knees and his mandibles flared wide as he pressed his lower face to her cargo pants clad crotch. She was thankful they had boarded one of the travel tubes and not the turbo elevator that would open on various levels taking on more passengers. Their individual capsule would take them directly to the section her apartment was located on with out interruption; or anyone seeing Deron’s rather direct actions. She wiggled and firm talons enclosed around her curving hips and held her still. Maria tugged on a few of his dreads and a low growl vibrated against her pussy. Moisture flooded from her, dampening her panties further and the growl switched to a deep satisfied purring that unfortunately had the same affect. Becoming flushed with arousal Maria gave into the inevitable with eagerness and arched so she pressed against him. She gave a disappointed sound when he suddenly pulled away.

She half expected a wise ass comment, but instead heard a faint metallic snick. Claws grasped the fabric covering her crotch and pulled it away from her body and she vaguely recognized a cutting sound. Before she could voice a protest about her garment being ruined, the material shielding her feminine core parted. She felt a soft scrape from one of his claws and her panties were pulled away and she heard another faint tearing noise as the scrap of lace was no doubt shredded. Next, a wonderful warm wetness licked intimately over her pussy ending lingeringly on her clit. Maria gasped and instinctively arched away even as her mind registered how fantastic it felt. Deron’s palms swiftly returned to her hips to hold her immobile as he continued his explorations. Maria had heard from Sam about the male’s longer and more agile tongues, heck she even bought Deron an ice cream cone at the food court the other day just to verify that, but she never imagined the sensations his wet penetration, as he thrust up into her, could produce. The leisurely licking and sucking made her whimper and wiggle in his unrelenting grasp. This demanding and dominate version of Deron was definitely flipping all her sensual triggers and Maria gloried in it as she shivered in delight.

He lifted one of her legs over his massive muscled shoulder opening her further and she grasped the hand rail as an orgasm roared through her. Maria threw back her head, not caring that it banged against the smooth wall of the tube, as she gasped and shuddered her way through the sensations flooding her body. She felt Deron continue to lick as if he were starving to lap up all her cream and another aftershock rippled, causing her to whimper in reaction. The sound turned to truly distressed when the crouching alien at her feet rose and moved away. Maria didn’t have the time to protest Deron’s withdrawal, only to frown in confusion as he lifted her so that her limp, sated body slid up the wall. Maria’s scrambling fingers deserted the wall to cling to Deron’s spotted shoulders instead. Her mouth opened to question him and a started, short shriek emerged instead.

A strong bump to her pussy was her only warning before the blunt thickness of Deron’s cock thrust inside her. She was thankful her body was relaxed from her recent climaxes as her tender flesh was stretched to accommodate the heated warmth shoving relentlessly upwards until Maria thought it reached her throat, or her lungs at the very least. It felt like a normal cock, but hotter and so much thicker and longer than she was used to. Maria spent a fleeting moment to be grateful to her fetish for kinky toys when Deron stilled. She felt him fumble a bit, heard more fabric ripping and then a warm splash shot deep inside her. A frown barely had time to form before he was slamming impossibly deeper. Short, rapid hammering strokes followed and Maria vaguely remembered Sam mentioning the aliens having a lubricating fluid that she was immediately grateful for as her swollen flesh sheathed his driving cock. She wrapped her legs around his surprisingly lean waist and grimly clung on to the ride of her life.

She yelped in protest as Deron’s claws yanked on her hair, her tender scalp protesting the action. The huge warrior ignored her and buried his face in her now loosened, thick curls as he continued to fuck, his hard body pinning her against the unyielding metal. The coarse nubby fabric of her shirt abraded her tender nipples as Deron’s pounding rhythm caused them to be continually tormented by the rough cloth. Deron’s dreads swung madly around her with the force of his moments and low harsh grunts that Maria believed were universal to all males echoed in the small enclosure; though the high shrill chittering sound that resulted when she caught a flying dread in her mouth and sucked was new. But then getting oral with her partner’s ‘hair’ was also new as well, she thought with a hint of giddy hysteria. Her body began to catch up again, the hammering strokes causing another gathering tightening inside her. The fact they were both fully clothed and technically in a public place, though they were thankfully afforded privacy, only added to her re-growing excitement.

Deron’s tempo increased and she knew that her partner was racing towards his own release, or at least one of them if Sam was a reliable source of information, and was determined not to be left behind. Tightening her legs and inner muscles, Maria matched his rhythm as best as she could and rode the thick rod pistoning inside her. She realized dazedly that she didn’t have to worry, as Deron’s climax caused the huge body against her to be wracked with massive shudders warm tingling wetness flooded her. The sensation reminded her of cinnamon massage oil, but that was meant for the outside of your body and this was definitely spreading inside her. Her body reacted with an overwhelming orgasm and Maria feared she would pass out as she clung desperately to Deron’s quivering form slumped against her. He must have braced an arm, she considered vaguely, for she was not squished in to an even flatter puddle of mush as they both tried to recover from their powerful releases. An experimental wiggled conformed that Deron’s cock was still hard within her and Maria smiled in sated satisfaction.

An afterglow that was rudely interrupted by an irritating buzzing close to their heads, Maria thought with a dark scowl. She frowned and glanced around and groaned when she identified it. It was the control panel of the travel tube notifying that they had reached their destination. When she informed Deron of this the only answer was a low growl. She tugged a dread and was told in a low harsh and very peeved voice that he wasn’t finished yet. She replied that in less than a minute the door would open and if the sensors did not register them exiting that the vid screen, which incidentally had a nice view of the interior of the tube, would activate with an operator to question them on the problem. That had better not happen, ‘or else’ Maria warned. Sam had shared with her that it was best to be vague when one threatened a huge, combat trained alien.

Deron’s answering growl had a distinctly whining quality and Maria was relieved to know she had won this little skirmish. Wild fucking against a wall was wonderful, but she wanted a little say in their encounter. Deron heaved himself away and Maria whimpered when this change in position caused his still hard shaft to shift in her over sensitized flesh. As she had predicted the door soon opened and they exited, but not how Maria had naively assumed. Deron carried her, while still imbedded inside her. The smooth rolling motion was incredibly arousing, if Maria had been able to enjoy it. As it was she thanked any listening deity that she had shelled out the extra twenty credits for the convenience of having her apartment close to the travel tubes as she buried her face against the shielding bulk of Deron’s massive body. Thankfully only a few long strides were needed to reach her door and Deron swiftly punched in her unlocking code. At this point Maria didn’t care that he had obviously memorized it at some point while following her around, she was just happy that they were inside. She didn’t know if they had been seen by anyone or if the audience was aware that she and Deron had been intimately connected and in this case she firmly believed that ignorance was bliss. Though the hard cock inside her was pretty blissful as well, Maria concluded.

She glanced over her shoulder when the door was safely closed and spied her pristine, white, ungodly high thread count- but bought on sale sheets- covering her bed and winced. There was no way she was going to have them roll around on them while still covered with fresh blood if she had any say. Unfortunately, it looked as if that might not be the case as Deron determinedly headed for them despite her loudly voiced protests. Her stressing that the blood was making her nauseous and she might be sick all over him did make the huge alien pause. Maria swiftly took this opportunity to mention the sonic shower and how much fun it could be. Her making the similarity of it resembling being inside a huge vibrator caught his interest. The Young Blood obviously had remembered the word ‘vibrator’ from their field trip to the sex shop and that seemed to intrigue him. Or made him even hornier, Maria inwardly thought as his swollen shaft inside her twitched in response, but her sheets were saved as they made the detour.

A truly nasty snarl was the response when Maria commented that they would have to separate to disrobe before continuing. The observation that his weapons might rust, though Maria failed to tell him there was no water involved in the showering process, grudgingly made Deron comply. Maria felt empty as he slowly lifted her off his still engorged erection. Her legs were wobbly as she quickly turned on the controls. Deron aided her disrobing by swiftly slashing off her clothes with one of his many blades. He was much more careful with his possessions, Maria noted wryly as shredded rags now lay around her feet. Her lips twitched see Deron’s dangerous weapons lined up on her vanity along with her feminine paraphernalia.

Soon her interested attention was arrested by the sight of her new lover naked. Muscles rippled under the strangely spotted skin and his metal tipped dreads spilled over massive shoulders. Maria’s gaze slid over the patterned skin to halt at the sight of Deron’s prominent erection, thrusting boldly up from his body. It was wonderfully thick and long and glistened with their mixed juices. It was basically shaped like a man’s except the cap was more prominently flared causing more than the usual friction, Maria recalled from his earlier claiming. She also noticed he had obviously dropped his scrotum and it hung huge and heavy between his blood splattered thighs. For a moment Maria grew queasy and was thankful that she did not own a more expensive water shower that would cause the man from the bar’s blood to flow from her in pink rivers. She also decided to forget how Deron had licked it from her skin as he thrust inside of her moments ago. She would much rather remember how full and sated he had made her feel instead.

Maria noticed how equally curious Deron’s gaze was as he examined her in return. Soon his claws reached and gripped her breasts, kneading them almost roughly as he learned their shape. She tucked her chin to watch and felt renewed wetness flood her feminine core at the erotic sight as she arched into his touch. He crowded closer to her, his huge shape almost looming over her and Maria stepped back towards the shower. Deron started to growl and paused, his mandibles twitching in a way that Maria knew, after days of studying him, meant the alien was confused.

“Aren’t hunters supposed to chase?” She teased before twisting away and darting into the spacious shower cubicle.

He swiftly followed her and Maria barely had time to slap the control that activated the shower to vibrate mode. Tiny pulses of energy rippled over her skin and she heard Deron’s pleased chirping above the low hum. She mentally thanked her own sensual, kinky nature that had the shower stall as one of her favorite play areas as Maria used the moments Deron was distracted to retrieve the bottle of lube from the recessed shelf. Squirting a generous amount on a palm, she was prepared when Deron resumed his pursuit of her. This time when he crowed close she encircled his cock with her palms, stroking firmly. A pleased purring began as he paused to enjoy her ministrations. Maria knew from past experience that her shower would remove not only all the grime and blood from them, but also their spent fluids that would normally continue to act as lubricant. One of her hands briefly slapped the control that instructed the sonic shower not to get rid of cleaning products and since her lube contained a moisturizer as well it should remain and do its job, Maria hoped. A disappoint sound emerged from Deron when the wonderful vibrations from the shower changed, but swiftly changed to low growls when she turned and presented her backside for him.

Maria would have loved to linger and explore Deron’s genitals with her curious hands, for the smooth hairless texture of his slick skin was exciting, but she knew from speaking with Sam that if the males couldn’t finished their second ejaculation soon after the first it caused them physical discomfort. Also tasting her new lover would have to be saved for later as well, Maria thought wistfully. Her friend had raved about going down on Kir and Salek, saying how their cum literally tasted rich and sweet like a combination of passion fruit and honey while their second spurt resembled a sharp citrus like cross between orange and lemonade. Just imagining the delicious tastes made her wet which was good, Maria fleetingly considered, as Deron pushed his thick hardness back into her, fully sheathing himself again with one determined, long thrust.

Maria gasped as her aching empty body was so suddenly filled and leaned forward to brace her hands against the padded, foam-like wall of the cubicle. Deron’s guttural grunts rose over the low humming sound of the shower to mingle with her breathless whimpering noises she uttered at each strong stroke that cleaved deep inside her. Figuring they were clean enough as the blood splatters had disappeared, her hand slid until she could press the control that switched the shower into vibrate-massage mode again. Deron’s reaction to this change was immediate and defiantly pleased as purrs mixed with growls and his pace increased. One muscled arm held her firmly around the waist as the other crept up her torso to play with her breasts. She shivered at the sensation of Deron’s sharp claws softly scraping her skin. The tips for his dreads brushed repeatedly against her back in time with the rhythm of his pounding. She felt him barely banging against her cervix and Maria’s body began to tighten and quiver with anticipation again.

Deron’s chest pressed against her back as he leaned forward and she moaned with pleasure as the angle of his penetration altered inside her. She felt his nimble mandibles comb through her hair as he buried his face behind her neck. Her hips snapped back to met his short, savage slams and she begged him to fuck her harder. Her head hung between her outstretched arms and her dazed gaze compared his huge, spotted clawed feet braced between her own pink polished tipped, feminine ones. That sight must have triggered an unknown foot fetish trigger, Maria would remember humorously later, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her straining body.

Sated, her exhausted body slumped in Deron’s firm grasp. He shifted to support her weight, the arm around her waist tightening, and Maria barely protested when his wonderful, teasing fingers left her breasts to brace against the cubicle wall. Lost in the rippling aftershocks of her powerful release, Maria failed to notice his spread fingers touching the control panel of the sonic shower. Accidentally he activated the controls so now the shower operated at the highest level, the one that Maria always privately thought was designed to make the user’s hair fall out. The effect on the Yautja was immediate and Maria had no comprehension, until now, just how shrill a Hunter’s voice could get. As she swiftly fumbled with the controls, Deron’s movements became violent and frantic. His powerful body jerking against her, his strokes became savage as a cool splash washed deep inside her.

As the shower finally switched back to a low, cleaning setting, they clung together recovering. A low cheep sounded behind her and Maria bit her lip to prevent a giggle form emerging. Deron sounded like a little baby bird and she knew he would not appreciate her laughter or her mental comparison. No matter what the species, no male enjoyed mirth after sex from the woman involved. Maria reluctantly straightened and carefully Deron copied her actions. She peered over her shoulder and caught his baleful glare at the shower control. This time the giggle escaped and she was relieved when his humorous chirping joined her laughter.

Slowly, their melded bodies separated as they moved apart, and both gave a low moan. After explaining to Deron the concept of cuddling the huge warrior assured her that it was a custom of his kind as well. Not caring if he was telling the truth or not, Maria shuffled naked to her soft, inviting bed. After pausing to gather his weapons, Deron padded behind her. He arranged them on the floor next to the bed and Maria made a mental note to remember their location and exit form the other side of the bed if she had to get up in the middle of the night for a bathroom visit. She couldn’t guess at who would be more upset if she forgot, herself for slicing open a foot, or Deron for her stepping on his precious weapons.

Though, she admitted to herself with smug satisfaction, her new lover appeared quite mellow right now as he snuggled under the blanket with her. He swiftly crowed closer and a large palm pressed possessively on her tummy while a muscled thigh was thrown over her own, efficiently pinning her in place as if she might suddenly change her mind about everything. She considered teasing him, perhaps jokingly suggesting that he could tie her up, but she immediately reconsidered that idea. Deron definitely didn’t act polite and docile during sex and he might take that suggestion too eagerly, though that was something she would suggest at a later time as the mental images were making her wet again.

Deron purred and long claw-tipped fingers combed through her dark pubic hair before pausing to play with her clit. She moaned and arched against the massive body next to her and there was no mistaking the arrogant masculine chuckles, even if they sounded more avian than human. She retaliated by wiggling her hand down between their reclining bodies to cup his enticingly smooth balls. Deron’s smug chirping chuckles soon switched to gasping groans and it was her turn to torment her new lover. He undulated against her and she watched in fascination as sleek muscles rippled sinuously under the colorfully spotted skin.


”I can’t believe none of those hookers seriously considered taking you up on your offer,” Maria mused.

Swiftly Deron’s inner eyelids dropped and he curled his mandibles in what Maria knew he considered to be a casual manner.

“No, none of the hookers did,” Deron replied in an overly careful tone of voice.

Maria narrowed her eyes as she regarded him. The vision of a Yautja warrior trying so hard to look innocent was ludicrous and almost distracted her.

“Not even that last blonde was tempted?” She continued to probe, suspicion plain in her tone.

“Oh, she actually wasn’t a hooker, but another bar patron that had come out to talk with me.” Deron replied in a very neutral voice.

“Ah-ha,” Maria crowed, “so you could have done the wild thing with her, you just planned on me all along.”

“No good Hunter abandons his prey just because it becomes fractious,” Deron rebutted playfully as she punched him.

“Maybe you could mention her to one of your friends,” Maria said and was amused to see him rub his mandibles together in a thoughtful manner.

“And what caused you to reconsider sex with me?” Deron questioned.

Now it was Maria turn to become evasive. There was no way she was going to admit she had believed him to be too obedient and polite. It was evident Deron had an aggressive, overbearing streak that surfaced during sex, just where she liked it. Now, with more insight, Maria thought that Yautja Hunters were only agreeable when it suited them and furthered their goals. She seized on a secondary excuse instead.

“Um, what was holding me back was that you’re younger than me, that’s a big issue with human women.” Maria told him.

Deron raised himself on an elbow so he could frown down at her. He cocked his head in a curious manner and she shivered as the metal tips adorning his dreads brushed over the sensitive skin of her bare breasts.

“Are you not aged at thirty of your Earth solar years?” At her nod he continued. “Then I am almost triple your lifespan at this time.” When Maria gaped at him, Deron blithely finished explaining, “In my culture all males who are less than what you would consider a century old are called Young Bloods.”

Maria was distracted from pondering this amazing fact when his long fingers slipped exploringly inside of her. She was quite content to focus on the immediate present at this time as her intent new lover moved purposefully over her. Deron seemed to be in complete agreement with this.


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