More Possibilities

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Author's Note: this is a continuation of my story 'Possibilities' which is currently still on the Read Only Archive. I do not know when the two Archives will be combined and wished to post this now as I have written this quite a while ago. If readers get confused I suggest they switch over and read my original story first. Thank you all for your support, reviews and patience.

Timeline : this takes place several years after Alien Resurrection when Predators and humans have an uneasy treaty to jointly face the threat of the Aliens. Location is a deep space human space station that is somewhat familiar with Predator visitors.


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More Possibilities


Kir and Salek observed in amazement the strange ritual of Ooman female shopping. The two huge Yautja hunters were prowling the large market area of the space station while hovering protectively over their new Ooman female mate. But, from the manner that the shopkeepers regarded Samantha, they seem to be the ones in danger. The merchants were easily falling prey to her clever wit, charming manner and shrewd bargaining ability. Her focused determination and relentless ruthlessness while searching for desired merchandise earned the respect of the Hunters. The warriors were also quickly realizing just how knowledgeable Sam was on the current prices and trends of merchandise. Shopkeepers that were wary of doing business with the two huge alien warriors were very comfortable around the tall, talkative blonde. In just a few short hours she had established new contacts for them and saved the Blood Wing a considerable amount of money. Despite their pleasure at this, the two males immediately noticed when the Ooman began showing signs of weariness and fatigue from her recent accident. After much coaxing, they convinced Sam to return to the ship with them.

Kir realized how much, in the short time the three of them had been together, just how important the fragile Ooman female had become to the warriors. Though the two male were protective, they were careful not to tell Sam that they though she was delicate. Kir knew, with a curling of his mandibles, that she would share some interesting words she had learned as a dockworker that they hadn't translated yet. He remembered their early meetings when he and his bond-mate would dock their merchant cruiser, The Blood Wing, and the other Oomans would shy away from them. Sam though, in her bulky orange coverall, would be excited at their arrival, eager to ask questions and hear stories of their hunts. Hunts that failed to impress the scarce females of their own species. This last time they had docked Salek had been depressed with his dismal attempt at the breeding ceremony he had just left, passed over by the female yet again. Kir had long ago turned his passion to building a thriving merchant business and when the slender, muscular Young Blood had joined his crew years ago his need for companionship had been appeased. Kir frowned as he remembered, his movement pulling the his mottled skin on his broad forehead marked with his Clan sign etched in Hard Meat blood. He had brought a skull of a Queen and that trophy had brought him status for his clan, but not the chance of younglings. And neither would this pairing with the Ooman. His medical scanner had shown that, though their bodies were physically compatible for a sexual pairing, the female's body could not breed with them.

This was disappointing, though not surprising, to the huge hunter. But the hunger for feminine approval, the need to protect and allow themselves to show a softer side, that Sam had filled already. Her excitement at their arrival had lifted Salek's spirits, put a curl to his mandibles and had made Kir consider the possibilities between their species. Their rage at finding her living quarters destroyed and her earlier accident now seeming to occur under suspicious circumstances had strengthened the two warriors protective instincts. And how they reveled that she had accepted them and needed them. Though, it seemed her stubborn nature refused to let her acknowedge how much or how often she needed their strength.

As her steps lagged and her limp became more pronounced, Salek ignored the female's protests and swung her up in his massive mottled arms. Striding across the cavernous cargo bay they were unconcerned at the attention they attracted from others. Kir disengaged their security system and they clambered aboard the ship. Both males noticed Sam's sigh of relief.

Salek gently settled the female on one of the raised chairs of the main chamber. Kir went to one of the many recessed compartments in the circular walls. He withdrew a medical scanner and a container of their healing gel. Earlier investigation had determined that the cool glowing blue gel would be soothing and beneficial to Oomans as well as their kind.

As Kir ran the scanner in the air above the relaxed form of the female, Salek took the gel from him. The other hunter knelt and pushed up the cloth of the garment Sam was wearing that she called a skirt to apply the gel with long kneading strokes on her injured leg. Kir watched as Sam sighed and leaned back, totally at ease under the taloned hands ministrations.

Reassured at the medical readings, Kir tossed the scanner back into its compartment. Padding through the amber floor fog back to their mate, his gaze admired her long slender form. The back of the chair had been tilted back and her firm breasts thrust upwards against the soft material of her shirt. Even though the ship's interior air was warm and slightly humid, Kir noticed with interest that her nipples were pebbled and and her respiration had increased. His gaze dropped lower and he noted with silent amusement that Salek's hands were traveling higher and massaging the firm flesh of both of her upper thighs. Every so often the other hunter's talons would graze across the dampening fabric shielding her feminine core and she would gasp. The scent of her arousal thickening in the moist air, Kir groaned as his ball sack dropped again and he stepped forward.

He watched as Salek buried his muzzle between her thighs and his thick skilled tongue probed the thin material covering her. Sam threw back her head and moaned as the other warrior began mouthing her through the scrap of fabric. Kir knew when the male's agile tongue slipped under the flimsy barrier to burrow into her soft folds. Her eyes closed and whimpers escaped from her arched pale throat. Kir stepped closer and his taloned hands reached to explore her firm curves of flesh. His impatient fingers raised the barrier of cloth so his hands could roam unhindered over her smooth skin. His claws gently plucked at her nipples and watched with fascination as they grew harder and deepened in color. He alternated between kneading the female's firm curves of flesh and rolling the runched crests between his powerful talons. Her slender fingers had encircled his thick wrists, holding them to her breasts as he explored.

Sam's heavy lidded eyes opened and raised to met his. The desire their bright green depths was unmistakable and the warrior felt a swell of pride. This Ooman was so giving, so accepting of their alien nature and visages that he knew others of her kind found so frightening. One of her hands released his wrist to reach and tug on the metallic loin cloth hanging from his slender hips. Even though his male member was still protected and covered by the hardened shell under his loin cloth, his ball sack hung free and Sam's slender fingers gently traced over the taut, smooth skin. His breath hissed and he curled his mandibles tightly as the Ooman female leisurely explored his scrotum and the tender area exposed behind it. Her nails scraped lightly before the pads of her fingertips soothed away any small scratch.

Kir's hands reluctantly left her breasts to release his straining cock from its tight confinement. Freed, his thickening male member bobbed in the humid moist air as his loin cloth thudded to the floor. He kicked it away with an absent minded swipe of a taloned toe. All of his attention was focused on the pair before him. Sam's thighs were draped over Salek's sleek muscled shoulders, her pale skin streaked with small spots of blue gel. The other male's mouth was buried in the thick golden fur at the apex of her thighs. Her brightly colored skirt was bunched around her waist and her top was still pushed up exposing her panting breasts. His long tongue snaked out and caressed the hard nub adorning the top of her creamy curve closest to him. He reveled in the unique taste of her. Salek, his own nimble tongue busy between her thighs, seemed to share his appreciation.

Sam's exploring fingers had discovered the long length of his shaft and was eagerly encircling it. With gentle tugs she urged him closer. She had tilted her head over the back of her chair and licked her lips invitingly. Kir swiftly moved so that he stood behind Sam and looked down at her. As the blunt head of his male member eased against her lips he paused as the female's body began to shudder with the force of an orgasm. He breathed deeply the intoxicating scent of her release as he waited. When the shivers lessened, Kir noticed that Sam had refocused and reached for him again. He grasped the wide base of his shaft and guided it to her parted lips. Her dainty, pink Ooman tongue tip teased the slit on the head of his cock and he watched her swallow his leaking pre cum.

He reached down so he could play and toy with her soft breasts and tease her peaks to even harder nubs. Leaning forward slightly, his long agile tongue tasted her nipples and made them shiny with his salvia. Kir hissed as the Ooman female drew the head of his cock into her warm, moist mouth and sucked as her tongue tip continue to torment his leaking slit. His taloned hands kneaded the firm, tender curves of her breasts as he pressed the sucking tip of his tongue to one of their runched crests. Sam arched her back and moaned around his hardness and the huge hunter moaned as well when the vibrations traveled up the length of his shaft.

He noted that Salek had paused, resting his head against one of Sam's trembling thighs, his avid eyes observing them intently, heat and desire gleaming from them. Kir watched as the other warrior stood and his mottled hands gently grasped and raised the females knees. Kir reached forward and held her knees as well, his talons brushing over his male mate's hands. Salek nodded at him and released Sam's knees so his hands could busily undo his weapons belt and loin cloth. There was a dull thud as they dropped and disappeared in the amber fog.

Salek's hands replaced Kir's and he spread the pale thighs apart and stood between them. Kir watched as the blunt tip of the other warrior's cock prodded at the soft folds of the Ooman. Both males scented Sam's increased arousal and breathed deeply. Their own male musk, known as n'dui'se, mixed with it and made Kir heady with desire. She moaned and Kir's male member grew thicker with the increased force of the delightful vibrations. As Salek slowly worked his erection into her soft folds, Sam's gasped and Kir's cock slid deeper into the wet haven of her mouth. His hand moved from her breast to pinch the base of his cock, releasing a flow of lubricating pre-cum down her throat, relaxing her muscles so his thick shaft could stroke deeper.

His huge hands gently cradled the female's face as he steadily thrust into her mouth. He matched his movements to that of his male mate's and together they claimed the female. They moved with care, aware of their greater strength and the frailness of the female's body they were both stroking into. Kir felt his ball sack swinging and gently bump repeatedly into the Ooman female's face, her breath a warm caress against the taut sensitive skin. Soft grunts, moans and chittering filled the moist air around them as they strove for their release. His thick shaft working down the female's throat, Kir began shuddering when she began making swallowing motions. With a roar and flaring mandibles, Kir ejaculated, his warm fluid splashing down her tightening throat. He pulled back slightly, his panting harsh and hoarse in the moist air.

Sam began writhing between them, her pale soft body arching as tremors coursed over her. Keening cries escaped around Kir's hardness still filling her mouth and she began convulsing with delicate shudders. She began sucking frantically at his cock still trapped in her mouth and Kir stiffened in excitement as he felt the gently rake of her small flat teeth on his hardness. A high sharp cry signaled Salek's first release as Kir orgasmed again, sending a cool flood cascading into Sam's warm mouth.

Kir slowly and reluctantly removed his softening male member from the female's mouth and gently stroked her perspiration damp braids. He watch with sated satisfaction as Salek slammed and stroked into their mate's plaint quivering body, her legs now wrapped around the other hunter's hammering hips. With a deep roar, Salek orgasmed for the second and final time as Sam's soft cry echoed the other male's and her body arched upwards before relaxing in panting exhaustion.

After long moments Sam's drowsy voice suggested a nap. Usually the Ooman's habit of extended rest periods worried the warriors, but this afternoon they agreed with her idea. The two males helped the tired Ooman into the other room, undressed her and the three of them settled on the sleeping mat. The huge hunters were on either side of the pale, slender form of the female, their massive mottled bodies curved protectively around hers.

Kir stirred from his light doze and both sets of his eyelids fluttered open to see Salek watching him over Sam's blonde braids. Softly they chittered in their own language as they put together the puzzle of Sam's accident and the threat against her. Sam had remembered and mentioned to them earlier that, the day before her accident, a crate that she had been loading had broken open. She had jumped from the mechanical skeleton and had crammed the contents back in and had re-secured the container. The two warriors wondered if someone had believed the female had observed something that was hidden in the container that shouldn't have been there. It was the only thing that had been different from her day to day routine.

With a sigh, Kir slid from the soft sleeping pad and padded back into the other room. He dressed again, adding more weapons and donning his camo mesh garment. When activated this would give him invisibility. Usually it was only worn for hunting the most elusive of prey and Kir judged it to be appropriate. Nothing was harder to find than the truth.


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