Natural Instinct

Dense fog was rolling through the jungle; it was the dead of night. The jungle treetops blocking out even the moon, the day's heat trapped in the jungle floor, causing a sweltering heat throughout the Yautjan home world. Hult'ah roamed the floor, grunting as he went, his stomach growled, it had been nearly an entire day since he had eaten anything, his hides that hid his manhood hung limp on him, his body slick with perspiration. The jungle sounds alert to his acute ears and eyes. Nothing stood unnoticed under his gaze, he was wary, He was far from his grove where he slept and ate, but no food had driven him to seek something else. Something was stirring in his loins, a sort of ache that bothered him whether he was full and healthy or not. Still, it was hunger that drove his actions now, and he aimed to fulfill it. He scented the air, his mandibles splaying wide open as he let the scents of the jungle flow into him.
He froze as the scent of something familiar came into his nostrils, food….big black beasts that screamed and nearly killed him every time, but their meat was succulent…tender and alluring, the taste of their blood was as alluring as the meat itself, he picked up his spear, and traveled through the dense jungles, following the scent. Something was mixed in with the food scent…It smelled sort of like he did, but different…subtly different, It was alluring to, but the hunger in his stomach stabbed at him, and he pressed onwards, being more cautious now, peering through the foliage.

Thwei grinned in triumph, her mandibles twitched in glee as the massive beast fell before her, a last dying scream as it toppled into the ground. The black beast was dead, it was her third this month, she had caught two others, but this one was stronger. The fact that she could take it down made her giddy with pride, she was getting stronger, still she was not unscathed, just pleased to survive, a long gash across her stomach, her green blood spilling forth, she felt so signs of pain, but her mouth watered as she ripped her spear across the black beasts carcass, wanting the steaming meat inside of it, she cocked her head to listen, thinking she heard something, and growled, a low trill to tell outsiders to leave while she feasted, something’s scent was on the air…not unlike her own, but different in a few minute ways, she dismissed it as she trilled in delight, burying her face in the black beasts chest, the sounds of ripping and tearing, blood coating her as she ripped off the prime meats of her kill, heedless to all else.

Hult’ah nearly growled back as he heard the beings warning growl, he understood what it mean, but that hardly mean t that he would back off and leave whatever it was be. He crept forward, and saw it, the creature from the scent that was like his, it looked like him, but different, unlike him, it sported no rags, and held no shaft between its legs, and instead two rounded, pull and soft looking mounds across its chest, the sight made him tingle. He did not know why, but his shaft was stiffening quickly, his talons tightened on his spear. He saw the black beast, thoroughly dead, she was feasting on it, he growled in a low way, his stomach demanding to fight her if she would let him have none of her meal. He leapt forward, hunger, and instinct driving his motions as he trilled wildly.

Thwei turned around, the all too familiar growl and trill, she often uttered this herself, the creature looked like her, spotted and mottled green skin, muscular body, but it lacked her breasts, and it wore rags tied around its waist, as if hiding something. Pondering however, did not stop her from diving into him, committed to protecting her kill; they met in mid air, and toppled to the ground in a heap together. Their spears lie forgotten, and they met each other with Talon and mandible, teeth and claws, growling fiercely at each other as their green blood soon slicked each other from their wounds. They rolled on the ground as both of their strength grew more tired, Hult’ah feeling the effects of his malnourishment, and Thwei her injuries slowing her down, they detangled themselves from each other and stood, panting as they stared each other down.

Hult’ah was gasping for breath, she was strong, and her blows were quick in their own right, he sported gashes and bruises, his body nearly on fire with her assault, his only solace was that she appeared to have suffered the same treatment. He looked her down, studying her, her dark and matter dreadlock hair hung down to her middle back, it was slick with green and dark blood from her kill, her skin mottled, open gashed bleeding from attack, she held her posture, she stared him down, her whole body seemed a curve, that flowed into itself, she stood, her arms bared, and her legs parted, the mounds on her chest heaved with each breath, and what she lacked in his shaft, she had her own difference, two lips, vertical to each other, open slightly and slick with blood, stood out from the rest of her, his mind was reeling, his shaft was a beacon of hardness, and his rags constrained him painfully to the point where he removed them, he felt hungry….but also an unknown desire coursing through him, for the being that stood a few feet away.

Thwei had her composure still, but she was losing a lot of blood, and quickly so. The dozens of gashes and cuts on her arms and legs, her breasts and chest, they hurt…a dull throb as she held her ground, she would kill it if it came at her again, she would hold nothing back, his muscles rippled, and some she could see quite clearly with her keen eyes, she grinned to herself, her breasts hurt for some reason….though not with pain, something coursed through her, the tips of her breasts were hard and straining, the air across them caused her to shiver involuntarily, her netherlips hurt in a strange way to, not bad…but not normal…they had opened slightly, and seemed to be clenching down, she looked down quickly, to find a small nub above her lips growing quickly, the size of a berry and a bit beyond. She groaned in that way, the desire was overcoming her pain, but she knew nothing that would satiate it! She looked back towards it, and nearly reeled in shock, hide was gone, and what was hidden was shown, a thick rod of flesh, pulsing and throbbing, swollen to the point where it looked painful. His body was pulsing to, slick with his own blood that poured from his wounds, she prepared herself, she would deal with this desire when he was dead, and she growled and leaped at him.

Hult’ah was taken aback, and it took all his speed to avoid falling down, he held his ground and pushed back, he griped her chest mounds forcefully, and as she yowled out in what he thought was pain, he repeated the gesture, she slashed him and he growled in pain, his shaft no less hard as it brushed her legs as they fought each other, with a roar she threw him, and he grabbed her as he flew back, they tumbled together and she slammed onto the ground, he was on top, disoriented, a dizziness overcoming him as she was confused to, barely aware of themselves, the strange desire was overpowering! It threatened to cause him pain If it was not appeased, it was being generated by her, he knew it, his shaft throbbed painfully and he roared. As he scented whatever it was between her legs, the lips opening and closing, clenching on air*

Thwei grunted as she slammed into the ground, her breasts were on fire, he had left long talon marks on each one, across the tips as well, she squirmed underneath him, the throbbing shaft of flesh was pinned just under her nether lips, she writhed, she did not know why, but she writhed as an electric current passed through her when her lips came in contact with his shaft, she spasmed and jerked and trilled loudly to him, she sunk her talons into his back, the desire demanded…the desire would be fulfilled!!!!!! She growled at him, trilling loudly, thrusting her sex against his shaft forcefully, she let her eyes close and opened them again, a slave to instinct.

Hult’ah held back no longer, he arched his back and roared, shaking the tree tops as she shoved her soft netherlips against his aching shaft, they seemed to correspond to each other somehow, and her mounds of flesh on her chest were slick with blood, pointed slightly, as if straining for something, he groaned as instinct gripped him, his shaft seemed to swell and she sunk her talons into his skin, deep, and he in turn, splayed his mandibles wide and sunk them into her neck, drinking deep the blood that still coursed within her. It tasted delicious….addicting…alluring all at once, she was slick with blood and something else now, thick….thick drops of fluid adorned her neck, and her legs now, and he noticed his own was forming as he gave himself into the instinct, he reared back, his mind along for the ride as his body satisfied it’s needs, the head of his shaft rested at her netherlips, and then he shoved, harder than he’d ever pushed something in his life, a small resistance…he felt it tear under the immense force that he was using.
Clenching muscles were surrounding his shaft now, such a feeling he’d never had but craved more, and move himself, in and out,…to repeat the process, his shaft was not fitting, there was another resistance, this would not move, It required more force, She was writhing underneath him, growling and trilling fiercely, as if angry, her legs and arms and talons stabbing into him as he pushed and pulled himself from her*

Thwei could barely breathe, she was in another world, it hurt….the gods it hurt, his shaft was inside of her, and it tore something she felt was important, she dug her talons into the ground in pain, blood seeping from her netherlips now, but behind the pain, buried deep before, but no masking it was pleasure. Euphoria even as his shaft filled her, she was clenching on him hard, barely able to keep her mind about her, her breasts strained, aching for touch, and the nub of flesh about her lips screamed for attention, she obliged the nub, raking a talon across it, and yelping in pleasure, She set to abusing the small piece of flesh, it made her jump and spasm with cries of pleasure every few seconds, the push and pull of his shaft inside of her masked everything, including that he was ramming into her womb entrance, and it’s resistance was waning.

Hult’ah was fast, strong, and it showed right now as he poured himself into his exertion. In and out, in and out, he had discovered a rough spot in her silken insides, and his shaft rubbed across it with each thrust, his talons had a mind of their own as they drifted to her chest mounds, the taste of her blood on his tongue was intoxicating as he ripped at them, squeezing the mounds in his sharp claws cruelly, she cried out, but did nothing to stop him, he was becoming frustrated with the blockage, and concentrated, push and pull, push and pull, PUSH! Something gave way and his entirety was inside of her, she spasmed wildly and a rush of fluid and blood poured out of her netherlips, she never stopped screaming in what seemed like pain, but she did nothing to stop her and he resumed himself, barely aware of his actions as his shaft, jerked inside of her, a welling up of feeling causing him to pant heavily.

Thwei saw white, her vision blurred as feeling surged into her body, her talons were into the ground and curled as far as they could, her body was alive, writhing in time with his thrusts into her, her womb, gave way to his assault and she felt so full….so good, barely able to trill, but she did, hoarse now from her screeches but she kept them going, she had to express this feeling somehow, her nub now bloody and mangled, her breasts slashed and straining, and her sex, pulsing and spasming around his thickness tipped her over the edge, and she exploded juices from her sex at him, coating her legs and his as he heedless of them, continued to pump into her

Hult’ah roared into the jungle again as the combined forces of her spasming sex and the torrent of her fluids that threatened to dislodge him tipped him over the edge, and allowed the feeling he had welling inside free!, he felt as if he were urinating, spewing something deep inside of her, the pleasure…it was nearly to much for him to bear, hovering on the edge of pleasure and pain to create and intensity that was addicting and sought after. She slowed her writhing and lie under him, panting, her eyes half lidded, her trilling was weak, her silken folds gripped him, sucked what he had to offer deep inside of her, and he was soft again, slipping out of her with a soft plop, as torrent of his seed and her juices leaked from her, he left her, his hunger to great to ignore, and he feasted on the black beast, she offered no protest, and he paid her no mind, but he felt complete and fulfilled, the desire was gone, but there was no telling when it would rear itself again.

Thwei panted, forgotten on the ground, her sex ached, ached to be filled again, she kept what remained inside of her with a sticky sound of her sex closing itself, she ached all over, a good ache…it made her forget her bounds, and she scraped her mandibles across the ground, her consciousness leaving her, her last sight of the night being him ripping meat off of her kill, for some reason….it didn’t bother her.