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The Hunt

(final part here)

Rating: Explicit +18

Summary: When the creature you fear so much manages to escape containment, will he show you any mercy or take you without any regret?

Author's note: I intend to make this story with just two chapters. This is the first, the second will soon be available. Hope you like it!

English is not my first language.

'ALERT: Specimen 375-6 is out of containment.

It's not training. All search and capture units were activated.

ALERT: Specimen 375-6 out of containment.'

You swallow hard as you read the warning message on your phone, the words falling over your body like a truck of bricks.

He had escaped.

The creature you knew and didn't know.

It was yet another top-secret government item, another non-human biological material captured and kept for research.

He stands out from the others, of course.

With his height, intimidating physique, and obvious intelligence, but you never actually approached his cell, only catching brief glimpses from afar as you did your job collecting and saving data from the scientists' research in the system.

But you always felt something strange in the rare moments you needed to approach the cell block he was in.

He kept to the back, using the shadows to stay hidden. And yet there was one thing that caught your attention, regardless of how dark the place was.

His eyes.

Two orange spheres, standing out like beacons in the night.

He remained basically the same every time you entered that part of the building. Sitting on the floor with his legs half bent and his wrists firmly restrained by chains resting on his knees, you couldn't make out the color of his scaly skin or his features in general, but the color of those eyes shone like neon lights in the darkness of the cell.

He looked at you, every time.

It was disturbingly intense. There were no blinking eyelids or shifting gazes, he stared at you with unwavering focus from the moment you entered the lab until the moment you left. His eyes…they shone with intelligence and superiority. Like he's just there because he wants to be there, not because he was captured. He owned everything he laid eyes on. The rational part of your brain screamed, 'Look away! Run away!' but those eyes seemed to want to capture your soul with each encounter.

All your co-workers had noticed the strange fixation that the creature seemed to have on you, but you always denied it, diverting the subject while saying it was just their imagination.

Deep down you knew it wasn't.

You saw the way his unsettling gaze settled on your form, felt the shiver run down your spine at his gaze and yet - even now, you could still feel that warm buzz inside at the memory of his burning gaze locked on you.

You could admit that it wasn't healthy to feel any level of curiosity towards a murderous monster who was obsessed with you. It was scary.

Your only consolation was that he was tightly contained with the best technologies the government could dispose of.

But he always seemed very calm to you, as if he were above all that. In a confident and almost arrogant way, in the way that only people who have a coldly calculated plan are.

Now he was free.

And you had a horrible feeling that you knew exactly who he was going after.

You quickly walk down the street towards your house. Your heart beats fast, the gentle breeze brushes your warm skin and your loose hair. The canopy of trees above and the few lights along the main path cast their shadow in the opposite direction as you walk faster and faster.

At the end of the street, your eyes notice movement, something large and slow, moving behind a row of parked cars. It's not completely unusual for pedestrians to be out so late - after all, you're here, right? - but your stomach drops a little, very consciously. Something instinctive warning you that it is smart to be afraid.

By the time your trajectory takes you past the line of dark vehicles, the street is once again empty and you allow the hairs on the back of your neck to rise with relief. It was probably just some insomniac suburbanite, taking out the trash or smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk.

Rows of closed windows stare at you blankly as you pass by, colonial houses with sagging porches and overgrown backyards, the residents of the peaceful neighborhood sleeping soundly within the comfort of their homes.

A noise breaks the silence: a loud, prolonged rumble, followed by an inhuman whine, an undeniably animal sound.

There's a single lamp behind you that puts an enormous silhouette into sharp relief, but you can still easily see his solid, dangerous structure.

Your knees threaten to give way, your throat burns as you try to take a deep breath, fear leaves you numb and clumsy in exactly the least desired way at the moment. You don't think, not really, you just act. Getting to the house across the street is like running a marathon, and raising your fists to knock on the door, swing the doorknob, requires a huge effort against the adrenaline that makes your hands shake uncontrollably. "Please help me!", your voice is hoarse, your throat is tight, it's not loud enough, no matter how much you want to scream - it's like you're trapped in a nightmare where no one can hear your screams for help. "Let me in, please, I-"

The door swings open under the weight of your fists, and you almost fall to your knees at the abrupt movement. You don't have time to think, to weigh whether this would be the smartest choice compared to the others, you don't know if he's clinging to your back or if there's still a safe distance between the two of you -

You just enter.

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The realization of the terrible mistake you made dawns on you in the space of a few minutes of panting breaths.

The living room is empty, strangely enough, not that you really have time to think about it. A staircase appears in your field of vision, and your panicked animal brain sends you toward it, taking two steps at a time, crossing a long landing and climbing to a second floor, holding on to the railing like a wooden board salvation. "Someone please!" You manage to scream, "Please, someone! I'm being followed, call the police!"

The police couldn't help you, and if you were thinking clearly you would know that. No one, not even the army, could help you against this thing.

Yet there is no voice responding, no shuffling human movement, no clicking light. And then you see the paint cans, the tarp, the door off its hinges and against the opposite wall.

This house is under construction.

Nobody. No lights. Without help.

Spinning on your heel, you stagger back toward the stairs. But there is no more time. The door you left ajar in your moment of despair lets in a pale beam of moonlight through the unfinished wooden floor of the foyer, and you watch in mute horror as a shape fills it - huge, so tall that he has to lower his head past the doorframe, a brick wall of an alien assassin wearing a metallic mask. The soulless black holes of the visor, poor excuses for eyes, stare back at you.

Alone, in an empty and unfamiliar house. Your heart pounds in your chest, bile rising in your throat - you're trapped.

You know it. And he knows it too.

The creature walks with slow and determined steps towards the end of the stairs. You briefly, wildly consider waiting until he reaches the landing and then throwing yourself off the balcony. You can survive.

The thought makes you feel like a panicked rat, chewing on its own leg to get out of the trap.

Of course there's also the possibility that you'll break every bone in your body and die from sheer stupidity - which may be preferable to death by those sharp claws on his massive hands, but at least the latter you'll be able to escape. If you can keep your wits and your legs under you, you might be able to outwit the Predator. Evade the trap.

You almost want to laugh at your own delusions of salvation.

Your unsteady feet drag back without your eyes leaving him, but with every slow step you take back he takes one towards the stairs. The silver rays of the moon bathing his reptilian-looking skin, highlighting his entire body dyed in a singular tone of obsidian, with some lighter variations on the abdomen and in some internal points. Thick, long tendrils of 'hair' flow around the mask and over his broad shoulders, adorned with gold and silver metal beads. One of his hands - oh, huge and with long, sharp black claws - seems to want to reach out towards you, but the creature holds back for some reason, preferring to continue with the strange war of glances.

It seems that in his escape from the laboratory he recovered some of his things: in addition to the mask, he wore the wrist gauntlets, the net that covered his body, the strange piece of cloth wrapped around his hips decorated with bones and skulls, and the metallic protectors on the shins. The metallic chestplate and combi-stick weren't visible, you can't tell if he managed to recover it or not.

Regardless, he was infinitely more frightening now that you can see him outside of containment; big and broad, a solid wall of defined muscles. But it was his posture that unnerved you. The roll of his shoulders, the tension in his arms. The almost imperceptible flex of his calf muscles, as if he was preparing to jump - just waiting for a movement from you to attack.

He reaches out, this time to his own face, grabbing the metal there. Air pressure is released when the metal mask is removed.

You hold your breath.

His face was lighter than the rest of his body, a slightly grayish tone with some black streaks mixing with the dreadlock-like hair on his head, a few black barbs framing the sides of his face and along his elongated forehead. There were, of course, those flaming eyes you already knew. Instead of lips, he had four folded jaws with long teeth at the tip of each of them. Inside those jaws, you could see more of his teeth, smaller but more numerous and frighteningly sharp.

He moved his jaws as he climbed the stairs with purposeful slowness, his massive size making the stairs creak, strange clicks and rumbles emerging from his mouth.

You gasped in response to his face, shaky and scared, your backward steps continuing until your back hit the wall.

End of the line.

If you ran you would have to turn your back on him, and you couldn't do that. Never turn your back on a predator, everyone knew this rule.

It was as if you were in a horror movie or a nightmare, where you could only watch without any reaction as the monster approached. The predatory way he approached awakened the primitive instinct to flee, but your legs were shaking too much for that.

You pushed yourself further against the wall, even though there was no longer any space. It looked like he wouldn't stop walking, that he would simply knock you into the wall, but at the last second he pinned you against him and ice-cold wood at your back.

The air was knocked from you, hands flat against his chest instinctively as a way to get some distance. Even under the net, his skin was clearly much warmer and firmer than your own, smooth in some places and textured in others, the latter matching the gray patterns that spread across his extremities. He smelled mostly of moss and damp, like a forest after rain. But there was also a muffled current of pheromones, a slightly peppery scent that hit you like a tsunami.

In fact now that you felt it, it felt heavier and heavier by the second, as if he was exhaling on purpose. With each inhale, that smell seemed to make you a little more relaxed, a little more dizzy.

It took a few seconds for you to realize that he was even closer, hovering above you, his breath hot and wet, stirring your strands of hair. A gasp left your throat as his sharp jaws dove down, digging his nose or whatever it was into your hair to press into your neck - though you didn't know if that sound had been out of terror or something else. All you knew was that when he backed away, another low, animalistic growl resonated from deep in his chest, long and continuous and it took you a few awkward seconds to realize he was...purring? Purring like a cat? It was bizarre, but your own body began to uncoil, as if some force tied behind you sternum had pulled your back with him.

Your breathing is now labored for what seems like an entirely different reason. You can increasingly smell that intoxicating scent in the air and that, plus the mesmerizing purr, is making your eyes roll back slightly, a blurry haze taking over your thoughts. You can feel his sharp claws as they dig into your shirt and you, in turn, can't control the shudder in your body in response.

His scent is doing something to you, something that definitely shouldn't be happening. There's an overwhelming pressure blooming in your core, the beginnings of a dull ache that makes you clench your thighs to ease the tension. The saliva in your mouth comes down with difficulty as you swallow and lick your lips, stretching your neck to look into his eyes - god, you could barely reach the line below his chest with your head. What's happening with you? He is not human, he is not human. This is wrong.

"..." His jaws click and move, strange sounds fill the room with deep growls and hisses; he was talking, but you couldn't understand him. His eyes roam your face as he speaks his strange language, and his thumb gently wipes away a tear you hadn't even noticed falling from your eye.

You open your mouth to question, to scream for help, to beg for mercy, for anything...but nothing comes out.

His breath is hot as he bends his body until he's almost face to face with you, all predatory expression and clicking jaws, almost drooling on your skin. And then, as he forcing the words out of his depths, he says, “Mate.” He declares to you, slowly and gravely in a way that no human sound could ever be, but a little more understandable now.

You look at him in shock, not expecting a deep, English word to come out of his alien mouth. His inhuman eyes are bright enough that you clearly see the orange flames in the dim light of the night, slashed down the center with black, almost feline pupils that threaten to drag you inside.

Mate.

What the hell?

You blink slowly, the low rumble persisting as he purrs under your attention and you can tell he's trying very hard to appear less threatening to you. You bite your lip against a hysterical and completely untimely laugh that wants to escape, the tension of fear finally channeling into something different (something manic and traumatized) when he presses his broad forehead to yours in a frighteningly intimate gesture, tilting his head even further to rub your cheeks with those sharp jaws, snorting into your hair and sniffing at your neck.

The drag of the deadly fangs against your skin is exhilarating, in the worst way and you fear what is to come, a very animal and very instinctive part rooted in the most unconscious corner of your being, knows exactly what this creature is wanting from you. And the worst part, the most disturbing and embarrassing part of this realization, is that you don't know if you want to resist. Not with the way his scent and purrs are making your legs shaky and your mind fuzzy.

You're shaking, but it's not just from fear and perhaps the creature knows this, because he pulls back a little until he looks into your eyes - something very carnal and very primal vibrating almost visibly beneath that reptilian skin.

He slowly looks away from yours to fiddle with something on his wrist, and you feel like you can breathe once again without the oppressive weight of the orange orbs on you. He clicks the object on his arm for a few moments and then pulls a small metal disk out of it. It's no bigger than a small cell phone chip, and he balanced it on his fingertips.

Curious, you lean in a little. You just want to take a look at what he's doing; but before you even know what's happening, the giant puts his hand around your throat and pulls you towards him. You scream at the hostile action and try to fight him, but of course it's no use. With his strong hand, he can easily subdue you and move your head to the side, pressing the metal thing against the skin just behind your ear in a quick, burning blow.

You don't have time to react, much less to understand how he did that at that speed.

You just feel the effect.

It burns, like you're being branded, and you scream. Your whole head hurts, and for a second you wonder if he hit you against the wall in the process. It's a wrong and distorted feeling, like someone is tuning a radio inside your head, you hear screams and white noise echoing inside; so loud that you have to cover your ears with your hands, but that does little to decrease to the cacophony inside your mind.

When the alien releases you, you kneel on the ground, still writhing in discomfort and pain from the chaos in your head – and then, suddenly, everything stops. You're panting, your fingers covering your ears and your head between your knees, but when the noise quiets, you slowly look up. And although you are dizzy and a little disoriented, the presence of the creature hovering ominously above you is clear.

“W-what was that?” you mumble between quick breaths. "What the hell did you do to me!?"

The alien blinks slowly and tilts his head, jaws clicking before he responds. "Now we can talk."

Your eyes widen at the strange sound (but fluid and articulate, very different from just a few minutes ago), your stomach tightens and you pull your knees closer to your chest. “W-what?”

“It’s a translator,” he says. His voice is still very dark and booming, but his growls and clicks have somehow turned into words you can understand. “This allows your little ooman brain to understand my language.”

You swallow hard and feel the blood drain from your body. He was scary when you couldn't understand him, but he was even scarier when he could talk.

“Get up, little ooman,” he murmurs. “We should get to my ship. I don’t want to spend any more time on this miserable planet.”

You can't believe what you're hearing, everything is happening so fast. With shaky legs, you gape at him. “I…I don’t understand.”

The moment is interrupted by something when the alien turns his head towards the window of the house, the various dreads tubes rattling with the movement and his jaws opening in a low trill while a long, forked tongue at the tip comes out of his deadly-looking mouth. You gasp at the sight, but he doesn't look at you, using his own body in front of yours, as if he was instinctively hiding and protecting you from something you cannot see, feel or hear. The burgundy appendage is long and glistens with the moisture of his alien saliva, along its length there are some quivers and small barbs. He slowly waves the thing in the air, almost as if he's proving something. And then you understand.

He's smelling it.

Maybe he's even more snake-like than you thought, after all, catching scent particles in the air with his tongue.

The air is positively thick with eager anticipation, he's alert and ready and you feel it.

You don't have time to think about it too much, though. Because soon he is looking at you again, although there is no longer any sign of malice and hunger in his posture now. The way he lifts his colossal body until he's completely erect, swelling the already prominent muscles to appear more menacing, only speaks of a creature with a purpose.

"Oomans here. They must have some kind of tracker." He growls once more and clicks that gauntlet again, making you jerk back with a new wave of fear.

"Y-yes, all the containment units are after you now. It's only a matter of time before they find you and try to arrest you again. Y-you should go." You respond quietly and slowly, trying to make him understand every word.

"My ship is nearby." He grumbles sullenly. You try to control the wave of curiosity that the word 'ship' evokes in you. Seriously, how many humans have had the opportunity to see one up close? But of course you don't say anything, if you got out of this situation with your life it would be good enough. You would forget about this bizarre encounter and go on with your peaceful and boring life as if you had received the greatest gift of all.

But then he continues.

“You…” He covers your body with his once again, cornering you against the wall. Your eyes widen as he wraps a thick arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "You belong to me now, ooman. You'll come along."

You feel like you didn't get it right. “T-to space?”

He doesn't seem to want to entertain this conversation anymore and just grunts again.

It's like all the red flags go up in your mind at once.

"N-no! No, I can't, that's...I can't!"

But he doesn't listen to you, and you can't predict the sharp sting on your neck. It doesn't hurt like it used to, but he cradles your head with huge fingers almost tenderly as a sickening sensation wracks your body and makes you stagger. You feel weak, your body giving out as you babble out things that even you don't understand. Everything is getting dark and your little fingers are scratching his arms looking for support, your breathing is coming with difficulty and your eyes are unfocused.

"It's okay, mate, just give in...I'll take care of you..." He purrs, but you can barely hear him, your senses are fuzzy and lethargic and you know you're going to pass out.

The last thing you see before the darkness swallows you and the unknown can wrap its tentacles around you, are orange flames above you. Hot, consuming and scary.

And then there is nothing but emptiness.

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𝒴our eyes flutter open, bleary with sleep and confusion. The room is dark, the moonlight filtering through the window, casting a soft glow onto your thick blanket. With a yawn, you stretch out your limbs, feeling your joints crack as you reach out for the lamp on your nightstand. The small clink of the knob being twisted breaks the silence of the night in your quiet house. You take a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes before you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and shuffle down, your warm feet making contact with the cool touch of your house shoes. It takes a second for you to come to but you finally find yourself upright and walking out of the room. You weren't necessarily worried, as your mischievous cat often wreaks havoc on the counters at night. It's a familiar sight. Typically, you would leave the mess until morning, but this time, an inexplicable urge pushes you to investigate. Plus, you're quite thirsty. Descending the wooden stairs leisurely, you reach the end of the hallway at the bottom and flick on the light switch. The single bulb illuminates only your immediate surroundings, but it's enough for your eyes to adjust to the darkness downstairs.

The shuffling of your footsteps reverberated in your ears, causing an inexplicable unease to wash over you. Your legs became as heavy as lead, making each step a painful endeavor. Suddenly, a surge of alarm courses through you as when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, goosebumps erupting across your skin. You halt your movement, allowing your senses to sharpen and tune in. The faint jingle and jangle of your cat's collar catches your immediate attention, prompting you to cautiously retrace your steps towards the staircase. As your trembling hands gripped the railing, you were taken aback by the sight of your black and white feline leisurely stretching at the top of the stairs, its mouth opening wide in a yawn. If your cat had been upstairs all along, then what was the noise you heard?   Fear crept into the depths of your stomach, churning your insides and burning your throat. In this moment of vulnerability, you realized that you were unarmed, with the only available option being a baseball bat tucked away in the closet just a few feet from where you stood. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed hard, desperately attempting to maintain your composure as you stealthily made your way toward the closet. The thought of calling for help vanished from your mind, replaced by a gripping fear that consumed your every thought.  Your attention was suddenly captivated by a mesmerizing neon green hue, its splatters leading a mysterious trail toward the dining room. 

  With trembling hands, you press them against your mouth to stifle a sob, cringing when you feel the clamminess of your skin. As you stand frozen in terror, your ears tingle and twitch, picking up on a soft clicking sound in front of you. Slowly, your eyes scan upwards, only to be met with an impenetrable darkness in the dining room, with the glowing substance serving as the sole source of illumination. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and at that moment, all thoughts of finding a weapon vanished. Whoever or whatever was in your house, one thing was certain - it was not human.   As you stood there, the air before you seemed to ripple and quiver, creating a captivating display of ethereal pink and green hues before your dark dining room came back into your 'sight'. A shudder traveled down your spine, and your legs wobbled, as if unable to bear your weight any longer. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, you tentatively extended your hand, half-expecting your senses to deceive you in this surreal moment. The sensation was akin to touching a brick wall, the object beneath your hand was rigid and corded with muscles. You clenched your eyes shut and bit your lip, pulling your hand away briefly from whatever was there. Your lashes fluttered, lifting to reveal glossy eyes and unshed tears. The air suddenly materialized into something inhumane. The air around you suddenly morphed into something otherworldly. It stood imposingly tall, slender, and muscular. Once more, you heard that clicking noise coming from the being in front of you. Overwhelmed by the intense mental stimulation, your mind reaches its breaking point. Your eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of your head, rendering your body completely incapacitated. In a sudden motion, you stumbled forward, colliding with the mysterious entity standing before you. With surprising tenderness, its clawed hands extended to cradle your delicate form.

With ease, the colossal Predator effortlessly lifted the small human who had fallen into him, ensuring that its sharp claws didn't puncture your tender thighs. Your head hangs limply, narrowly avoiding the menacing tusks attached to the Predator's shoulder armor.     Perturbed the Predator emits a series of clicks, and swiftly makes his way into the living room and to the small couch, gently unfurling his arms from around you and placing you onto it. Tilting his head his tubed dreads cascade over his shoulder, and behind his mask, the Predator's intense gaze is fixated on your motionless body. Fortunately, you appeared unharmed, it seemed you had simply fainted. Ahn'thu's head jerked up abruptly, rendering himself invisible to the naked eye immediately. The sharp crunch of broken glass echoed in his ear canal as he swiftly surveyed the room through his mask, instantly identifying multiple human heat signatures. Glancing down at the small figure nestled on the couch, he reassured himself that you would remain unharmed among your own kind. Revealing himself now would undoubtedly result in a hasty and reckless response from the intruders, no doubt they would fire without thinking of who was in the house originally.

The Yautja took his eye off the human on the couch and ventured into the darkness of the living room. The heat signatures were moving closer, almost to the living room. The heat signatures were getting closer, inching towards the heart of the room. Humans, being as noisy as ever, made their presence known with every step, every whisper, and every click of their weapons. Ahn'thu maintained surveillance on their positions, making sure they stayed within sight. The soldiers eventually entered the living room, speaking in hushed tones. It took awhile but one of them noticed you unconscious on the couch, nudged his fellow soldier, and pointed towards your body.

" We have a civilian here Captain, your orders?"

A burly man in the front came to a halt, scanning the area until he spotted your motionless form."Check for signs of life," he commanded. Ahn'thu's warning trill sent a shiver down the soldiers' spines. The sound of his gauntlet blades unsheathing itself made them wary and the room was suddenly filled with red dots from their weapons, aiming at nothing and everything.   " Stay on high alert! It has the advantage of being able to see us, but we are unable to perceive its existence. Keep your guard up and remain cautious at all times. "

 Ahn'thu almost let out a click of amusement. He didn't want this gruesome scene to play out in your home. He didn't want you to wake up to the putrid smell of metallic blood and death. He didn't want your eyes to widen in horror at the sight of crimson stains on your wooden floors and white walls.   The sound of your groans echoed through the room, instantly drawing the gaze of everyone present. With bated breath, they observed as your unconscious form gradually stirred back to life. Ahn'thu emitted a contented purr, relieved to witness the small human's recovery. Although reluctant, the Predator seized the opportunity to depart unnoticed while their attention was fixated, skillfully concealing itself nearby.

With a flutter, your eyes blinked open for the second time tonight, accompanied by a pounding ache at the back of your head. Oddly enough, you couldn't recall any instance of hitting your head. As you propped yourself up, the fog in your mind started to lift, and your bleary eyes regained focus.

  The hushed shuffle of footsteps nearby caused your muscles to tense, and in that moment, the memories flooded back. You turned your gaze slowly towards the direction of the sound, your hands instinctively rising to cover your mouth, a gasp escaping through your fingers.

  In front of you, a group of armed men stood, the lasers of their guns fixed on your trembling figure. Suddenly, one of them took a step forward, gradually lowering his weapon. "We're not here to hurt you. We're after something that has entered your home. Have you seen anything?" Reluctantly, you nodded your head and swallowed a sob. "T-there was this man— no, this thing. It was tall, but it didn't appear human. It was injured. I didn't even notice it at first, despite it being right in front of me." Anxiously playing with your fingers, you muttered, "I know it sounds crazy, but it just appeared out of nowhere, like it was invisible at first." The man nodded, his face wearing a grim expression. He raised his gun again, aiming it at your head. " If only you didn't know so much. " Your eyes widened as you looked at the other soldiers in the room, tears falling down your cheeks. "N-no! I swear I won't say a word, please, please don't hurt me."

  ' gurgle '

  Blood coated your face in small rivulets, and you sat paralyzed on the couch, observing as the man in front of you collapsed to the floor, blood pooling from his mouth. Suddenly, the alien materializes, a massive eight-foot Yautja looming just a few inches away from the lifeless body. The masked creature locked eyes with you, its head cocked to the side. Time seemed to stand still as you both stared at each other until chilling words reached your ears.

"Fire!" Bullets whizzed by your face, lodging into the walls and furniture around you. You couldn't help but scream, curling into a tight ball to make yourself as small as possible, hands covering your ears, eyes shut tight, face buried in your knees. 

Ahn'thu vanished from sight, the sound of his blade cutting through the air was more deafening than the gunshots, and soon bodies were falling to the ground. Their cries pierced through your hands and tears streamed down your face. Despite the diminishing sound of gunfire, it didn't mean that it had completely ceased. A searing, white-hot pain shot through your thigh, prompting you to release a scream that resonated with pure agony. The intensity of your cry caught Ahn'thu's attention, causing him to swiftly turn towards you, his cloak disengaging in the process.   A deafening roar reverberated throughout the house, shaking its very foundation. With a swift and calculated movement, Ahn'thu twisted his body towards the soldier closest to him, seizing the soldier's head in his powerful grip. In a bone-chilling display, he twisted and pulled, leaving behind a severed head and a spine dangling from the Predators' colossal hands. Ahn'thu swiftly reached for the shuriken hanging from his waist, the sharp blades catching the light as they spun open. With a precise throw, the blade pierced through a man's throat, causing the others to scatter in fear dropping their weapons in the process. After dispatching the final opponent, the Yautja turned towards the trembling human huddled on the couch, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. The massive figure advanced, only to halt when you tucked your body to the couch, a pained gasp echoing in the room. While he wished for your comfort, that wasn't a priority when there was a bullet lodged in your thigh. Ahn'thu's gaze flickered to the wound, his concern evident as he saw the blood seeping through your clenched hands that were putting pressure on the area.   With swift movements, he approached you lifting you gently into his arms. A gentle purr rumbling from his chest, soothing you. Gradually, your body relaxed in his arms, the tension melting away and your heat signature indicating a decrease in distress. The Yautja grumbled as he heard the wailing of cop sirens. He walked over to one of the dead bodies, softly positioning you so you were cradled in the crook of one of his arms, and pulled the shuriken from the man's throat, flicking it out so that the blades closed. His ship was a considerable distance away, but luckily, he was surrounded by miles of woods. Calling for his ship and cloaking it in a clearing would be a simple task. Ahn'thu smoothly exited, slipping through the gaping hole in the wall with care not to cause you any discomfort. The clamor of the intruders breaking through the door pushed him to hasten his steps, the cloaking device immediately bending the light and allowing you two to become transparent. He realized he had to extract the bullet swiftly, noticing the ashen hue of your soft skin, and your eyes bleary with pain. He comforted you with a soft purr, holding you close to maintain warmth. With a gentle flutter, your eyes succumbed to the overwhelming pain, plunging you into a deep slumber for the second instance that night.

For the past half an hour, he has been walking tirelessly, determined to put a considerable distance between himself and the small town.  Initially, he frets when you don't show any signs of movement for the first ten minutes of the journey. However, he finds solace in the data and body temperature readings provided by his equipment, albeit temporarily.   Gently, he cradles you in the crook of his arm, drawing you closer so that he can operate his gauntlet. The ship will arrive shortly, in just a matter of minutes. He steals another glance at you, observing your shallow breaths and the rapid movements of your eyes beneath closed lids as if chasing fleeting dreams.

The ship arrives with a gentle breeze and the familiar beep of his gauntlet. It briefly materializes, showing him the entrance before vanishing and sealing behind him. The interior is pleasantly cool, but not too much so. The netting covering his body regulated his temperature, he was never too cold nor too hot— but Ahn'thu preferred it to be cold. His main concern is removing the bullet from your body, so he takes you to his room and lays you down on his furs to inspect your wound.

 Unfazed by the blood staining the plush bedding, Ahn'thu retrieves a reddish substance from a nearby chest. With a delicate touch, he grasps your leg, wiping away some of the blood to locate the wound. Placing the red putty against the injury, he allows it to work its magic.   As tears cascade down your cheeks and your body writhes in pain, he holds you firmly, emitting a deep purr from his chest to provide comfort and alleviate your suffering. Although you grow increasingly docile, spasms persist in your leg as he maintains his grip.

As the weight of the crimson putty becomes burdensome, he delicately peels it away from your skin, examining the bullet now cradled in his palm. Ahn'thu places it within a smaller container before retrieving a vial of cerulean liquid and returning to your side, his worried expression evident. Clicking his tongue in apprehension, he understands the impending agony that awaits you.     He applies a single drop of the liquid onto the wound, resuming his comforting purrs, almost stopping when your trembling hand finds his and clings tightly. Your cries grow louder, sweat trickling down your body, causing it to tremor uncontrollably. Though he can offer little in terms of remedy, he remains by your side, providing solace through closeness and doing his utmost to ease your suffering.

It feels like an eternity before your trembling stops, your wound closes, and your breathing becomes steady. In reality, it only took five minutes. You're still grasping his hand, his claws curled inwards to his palm so that he didn't hurt you in any way. And while he's reluctant to let go of you, he does so— he needs to report back to his Elder and start the hunt for the Bad Blood in the Town area. He lets out an amused click as your hand slightly rises off the bed to find him again. He turns and makes his way to the door, letting it slide open before leaving.

As your eyes flutter open, you struggle to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. The remnants of a bullet wound in your thigh send phantom pains coursing through your body, causing a dull ache. With a weary groan, you manage to sit up, only to be startled by the sudden flood of light that blinds you momentarily.   The room feels alien, unfamiliar, and a wave of panic threatens to consume you. However, you gather your composure and slowly maneuver yourself off the massive bed. Every movement is accompanied by the symphony of your body's protests - the creaking of bones and the popping of joints. Finally, as your feet touch the cool metal flooring, you take a moment to stretch your limbs, savoring the sweet relief it brings.

 It seems like you're just in a room, with no visible exit. Desperately searching for a way out, you cautiously explore the walls for any hidden buttons. You jump back as a door slides open, cool air brushing up against your skin. After cautiously venturing out, you find yourself in a maze of identical hallways, feeling disoriented. Biting your lip you walked a bit farther, gasping softly as you stumble upon a control room filled with strange symbols and advanced technology.

With a sudden jolt, you took a step back and collided with an unyielding force.  Suddenly, a sharp clicking noise resonated near your ear, propelling you into a sprint, deftly evading whatever obstructed your path. When you dared to steal a glance behind, there was nothing to be seen, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.   However, as you redirected your attention forward, a horrifying sight greeted you, prompting a piercing scream to erupt from your throat at the thing in front of you.  Overwhelmed by fear, you stumble backward and seek solace against the safety of a nearby wall, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body convulsing with hiccups, and your breaths coming in deep, shaky inhales.

  Ahn'thu takes a step closer, then crouches down, his head cocked to the side. You seem to fear him, understandably so given recent events. He resorts to purring, noting the wariness and familiarity in your eyes. He looks down at his gauntlet and starts to type, you're curious but not enough to scoot closer and look. 

  You lean forward some to see what he's doing but jerk your body back forcefully when he moves abruptly, attempting to show you his gauntlet, hitting your head on the metal wall behind you. Though a dull ache lingers in your skull, you pay it little mind.

However, Ahn'thu on the other hand, clicks worriedly, leaning closer to look at your head. He reminds himself that you're scared when you move further away from him. With a sigh, he withdraws his hand and presses the enter key on the gauntlet. Although the voice is slightly distorted, you can still comprehend its words.

"You are safe here."

The sight of your chest's rise and fall gradually slowing down, accompanied by the subtle narrowing of your eyes in distrust, captures Ahn'thu's attention. He finds solace in the fact that you are not easily swayed by trust, recognizing it as a sign of your survival instincts. With caution in mind, you skillfully slide away from him, ensuring maximum distance before confidently standing up.   "Where am I? Why did you take me?"

 Ahn'thu's gauntlet and translator struggled to keep pace with your rapid-fire questions, causing him to click in frustration. However, as he began typing something, you paused, eagerly anticipating the voices of various individuals.

   "One at a time."

You let out an exasperated sigh and fold your arms tightly across your chest.  How ironic it is that these aliens, with their supposedly advanced technology, can't even comprehend a simple conversation. The throbbing ache at the base of your skull intensifies, causing your face to contort in pain. In response, the Yautja takes a step closer, triggering your fight or flight response.

  Your body instinctively takes a few steps back, almost losing balance and narrowly avoiding a collision with the cold, unyielding metal wall of the ship once more. Ahn'thu effortlessly closes the distance between you two, reaching out to firmly grasp your forearm and provide the stability you desperately need.

As you take a moment to closely observe it, you can't help but be intrigued by its reptilian skin, adorned with patches of green, black, and dark grey. Surprisingly, its skin doesn't possess the expected rough texture; instead, it feels more like a unique blend of softness and hardness, almost resembling a pliable plastic. Its claws delicately grasp your forearm, ensuring not to harm you.

   Although its face remains concealed behind a metallic mask, you can hear the faint sounds of clicks and growls, which you assume to be its language. Startled, you swiftly retract your arm and take a step back, fixing a piercing gaze upon it. "Who are you?" you inquire. The alien meets your gaze with its enigmatic blank mask but then proceeds to type something.

 "I am Ahn'thu, I am Elite Yautja Warrior."

You would have trouble pronouncing that, but you decide to give it a try regardless. The sound of your voice attempting to replicate his name brings a hint of amusement to his expression, and he responds with a gentle purr when you pronounce it as accurately as you can.

"What is your name?"

The voices startle you as you hadn't even seen him type it in. You seem wary for a moment, and Ahn'thu backs off, not wanting to push you into sharing if you're not ready. Your eyes reflect a bit of trust now, the stormy pools slowly turning into murky waters. "It's Y/N." 

   It's silent between the two of you for a moment before your stomach lets out a deep growl, making you place your hands over it with furrowed brows. Ahn'thu takes a step closer, and this time, you don't retreat. "I will feed you."

You slowly and warily take its outstretched hand and jump when he grasps your hand gently, pulling you down the hall. You follow closely, absentmindedly tracing circles on the skin of its palm with your thumb. Ahn'thu remains silent, secretly pleased that he has earned a fragment of your trust. The two of you enter a different room, completely white and almost blinding after the dimly lit corridors of the ship. It takes some time for your eyes to adjust to the stark brightness.

Ahn'thu softly ushers you towards a table, a subtle detail you might have missed if he hadn't guided you to sit down first. You quickly pull away your hand from his hold and give him a stern glare. The Yautja admires your boldness, pleased that you remain cautious - and rightfully so, as you're clueless about his intentions. The cooler uncloaks itself when he steps closer to it and you let out a startled gasp, head tilting. Ahn'thu trills and opens the door, unveiling a selection of exotic fruits from the various planets he's visited. He's tested to make sure that they're safe to eat, the inhabitants of Earth were known for their fragility after all. Ahn'thu returned to the table and sat down, the cooler vanishing from view. You observed the unfamiliar fruits with concern, some appearing intimidating. It was the first time you sought guidance since waking up, your wide human gaze up at him through lashes, showing a hint of trust towards him. 

 Ahn'thu purrs and grabs one of the fruits, flipping a blade in his hand and slicing it open. He extends a piece towards you, but your attention is completely captured by the fruit's unusual color. The Yautja lets out an impatient huff and reaches up to unhook his mask, causing a hiss to echo throughout the room as the restraints are released. 

  He braces himself for the typical reaction – a scream, a gasp, a recoil in disgust, or perhaps even a comment on his hideousness – but you defy his expectations.  Instead, your human eyes widen with genuine curiosity, your hands instinctively clench at your side, and your fleshy lips form a small 'o' of wonder, devoid of any fear.

 Your lips part as you gaze into his deep-set eyes, you can't help but be captivated by their human-like appearance and the profound intelligence they hold. His mandibles, though relaxed, twitch slightly under your careful observation. Intrigued, you lean forward, your eyes filled with soft wonder.   Ahn'thu finds your human fascination amusing and decides to indulge in the fruit, carving out a small piece and savoring it. The taste is sweet, leaving a delightful, bubbly aftertaste on the tongue but it isn't unpleasant in the slightest. 

As you gaze at him, your eyes widen in astonishment, fixating on his mandibles and teeth. Mesmerized, you observe him chewing effortlessly. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to grab the remaining portion. Carefully, you bring it closer to your lips, making sure to avoid the skin.

   A stream of blue juice trickles down your chin as you take a bite, causing a soft gasp of delight to escape your lips. The explosion of sweetness and fizziness on your tongue leaves you in awe. You glance at him, your eyes brimming with wonder, and Ahn'thu clicks in amusement. 

With a tantalizing flick of your pink tongue, his amusement gradually subsides. You savor the lingering taste by licking up the remaining juice. Your fingers diligently clean the stickiness off your skin before you devour it, relishing every bite. 

   Ahn'thu notices your swift completion and offers you his remaining portion. You accept it graciously, taking a gentle bite and sighing in delight at its exquisite flavor. Surprisingly, it not only satisfies your cravings but also leaves you feeling pleasantly full.

The Yautja carefully observes you, taking note as your eyelids grow heavy and your pulse begins to calm. Exhaustion from the day's chaos and frantic running through the corridors has caught up to you. Suddenly, you startle as numerous voices echo in your ears, urging you to rest. Despite your weariness, the idea of drifting off to sleep with a mysterious alien predator lurking nearby is not how you envisioned meeting your end.

Ahn'thu observes as your hair dances around your face while you groggily decline. He desires your comfort, but also knows it's for your own good. The Yautja rises and gently carries you in his arms. Sensing your exhaustion, you offer no resistance, allowing your head to rest on his chest. 

  He moves cautiously, avoiding any sudden movements. Your gentle breath brushes against his skin, leaving a warm sensation. The worry lines on your forehead and eyebrows have vanished, revealing smooth human skin.

 Ahn'thu reaches his room and delicately places you on the bed, watching as you immediately snuggle into the soft furs, inhaling gently. The fabric of your shorts ride up and caress your thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the soft globes of flesh that had playfully jiggled when you ran away from him. Your ass looks velvety smooth, and he longs to savor the delight nestled in-between your plush thighs.

   Suppressing his primal desires, he snarls at his own thoughts and shakes his head, causing his dreadlocks to whip around him. Ahn'thu swiftly turns on his heels and exits the room, making his way back to the meeting chamber to report the encounters with the humans and bad blood.

It takes a few hours for your eyelashes to flutter open completely. The room is cast in shadows, with only a faint light illuminating the doorway. Snug in your cocoon of warmth, you find it hard to part with the soft furs. Sliding out of bed, you approach the door and are surprised by its swift, noiseless opening. Stepping into the hallway, you begin to walk aimlessly, not quite certain of your direction but moving forward nonetheless.

Your movements come to a halt as the indecent cacophony of grunts, clicks, and growls fills the air. Backtracking, you cautiously steal a glimpse into the room, the door barely ajar. A gasp lodges itself in your throat, but you swiftly muffle it with your hand, preventing it from reaching your ears, or rather, his ears. 

   With eyes widened in disbelief, you watch him forcefully thrust into a contraption resembling a fleshlight, yet possessing an uncanny fleshy texture, reminiscent of the inner walls of a vagina. It drips with viscous neon droplets of cum, a soft hue of pastel green. What astounds you the most is the sheer shape, size, and girth of his cock. 

As wide as four of your fingers combined, the length stretches from the tip of your index finger to your wrist. It's not human, which is no surprise since he isn't either, but the shape and texture are mesmerizing. It brings to mind the myriad of 'alien' cocks you've seen on Tumblr.

   It shares the same hue as him, but it's noticeably softer than his actual skin. Veins course through it, thick and prominent. Small ridges and nodes decorate it from the top to the bottom, causing you to swallow hard at how slick and warm it seems. The only human aspect about him is the large testicles that hang imposingly underneath his cock.

 You peek up at what he's looking at and can't stop the soft gasp from passing through your lips. It was you. Your face on the pornstar, getting fucked roughly by a guy from your planet. Lost in his own world of desire, he remains oblivious to the sound of your gasp, thrusting relentlessly into the device. Unable to control yourself, your hand slips beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts, gliding past the barrier of your panties, and delving into your dewy, swollen folds, slick with your arousal. 

 Your lower lip disappears between your teeth as a soft moan escapes you, your fingers tracing the outline of your engorged clit. With a delicate touch, you roll it between your fingers, steadying yourself when your knees start to buckle. Your fingers trail past your clit and to your slobbering entrance, hot and clenching against your middle and pointer fingers.

    Slowly you ease your fingers into your dripping pussy, eyes sliding shut for a moment as the thickness enters you. You weren't overly sexual when it came to normal living, you didn't really masturbate and most definitely didn't have time for men or sex toys. At the most, you'd rub one out or try a finger or two but that was about it.

  You try and imagine that he's behind you, that his thick cock is pummeling into you. Your hands fail to provide the same pleasure, leaving you agitated as you watch his hips move with urgency. Giving up, your fingers leave your cunt with an erotic pop and go back to your sensitive clit, rubbing, pinching, and patting at it. 

  Your teeth try and stop your lewd moans of pleasure from escaping but you can hear the wetness of your pussy loud in your ears, feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. His thrusts speed up, his claws dig into the padding of the device and he shoved himself inside it once more before roaring out his release. 

You had never been able to reach orgasm on demand, not even the commanding voices of men on PornHub instructing you to climax. But the feral, animalistic noise of this alien spilling his seed? It made your knees buckle and your pussy convulse. It was the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced. 

   Thighs twitching, you couldn't hide the deep moan that spills past your pretty little lips. The Yautja's head snaps up and he withdraws his cock from the machine, his cum trickling down his thick shaft. Your cheeks are flushed as you rise hurriedly, running down the hall on legs weakened from your orgasm. You locate the room almost instantly and step inside with a sense of anticipation. 

   Ahn'thu walks over to the broken door ( as it never fully shut ), and opens it completely, his breath finally steadying. He lets out a small sound of confusion before squatting down to examine the tiny pool of cloudy liquid at the entrance.

 His fingers dipped into the substance, and a delightful warmth enveloped them, catching him off guard. Raising his hand to his face, he took a deep breath, his body responding with a pleasurable purr to the sweet and slightly spicy scent that wafted from it. Unable to resist, Ahn'thu sensually sucked on his digit, feeling his cock twitch and precum drip. 

   The taste delighted him, urging him to dip his fingers once more and savor the intoxicating flavor. Standing, he heads back into the room and slips on his clothing. Exiting, Ahn'thu locates the h'dui'se, following like a hound. Unsurprisingly, he finds himself outside of his room. As he enters, he's overwhelmed by the captivating fragrance that surrounds him, suffocating his senses.

The sound of his clicking sends shivers down your spine, causing your body to tremble beneath the soft covers. You instinctively place a hand over your mouth, feeling the warmth of arousal smear across your flushed cheeks. Your thighs clenching tightly together, clit still pulsating from the intense pleasure just moments ago.

   Ahn'thu notices your movements but he doesn't confront you, he doesn't want to scare you even more than you already are. With an angry trill, he exits the room, realizing how difficult it is to be in your presence when the scent of your desire lingers in the air, clouding his senses. He seeks solace in another spare room, far away from the intoxicating allure of your essence.

As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself in a state of uncertainty. The absence of windows on the ship leaves you clueless about the time it's what you assume is the next morning. Stepping out of the room, you make a conscious effort to push yesterday's troubles from your mind and begin to explore. Intrigued, you cautiously peer into each door, hoping to find him. 

The ship is far too silent, calm– it's only you here. A frown forms on your face, and a sudden surge of fear grips your being. The thought of being stranded alone in an alien vessel, unaware of its destination or potential dangers, sends a shiver down your spine.

As you stumble upon the pristine white room, the very same space where he tantalizingly fed you with succulent fruit, a delicate gasp escapes your lips. Hastily, you scuttle inside, emitting a hiss of discomfort as you accidentally collide with the table, your eyes gradually adapting to the surroundings, discerning its form. 

  A wave of bewilderment washes over you as you frantically seek out the refrigerator, emitting a low grunt of frustration as you unexpectedly collide with it, as if it materialized out of thin air.  With a glimmer of delight, the refrigerator door glides open, revealing a mango, a tantalizing gift from Earth.

  You exit the room after searching for the door and head out into the hallway. Without a knife, you're unsure of how to eat the fruit but choose to bite into it, sucking and nipping at the skin until it's cleaned and pulling it from your mouth. As you continue your exploration, you stumble upon the familiar room from the previous night. A surge of desire courses through your veins, causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. With sticky fingers, you gently push open the door.

 A hum of delight fills the room as you bite into the fruit again, the juice spilling down your chin and neck. You'd have to ask him where the bathroom is if he even had one. Your gaze catches sight of a nearby table, and you delicately place the mango upon it, savoring the opportunity to lick your fingers clean. Slowly, you walk towards the machine, eyeing it. 

The remnants of his cum, mingled with his perspiration, have been meticulously wiped away, a part of you wishes it wasn't so you could taste him. As you compose yourself, your moistened fingers glide over the buttons, leaving behind traces of your touch. 

  The words displayed on the screen remain an enigma, but the images depicted hold your gaze captive. Among them, one bears an uncanny resemblance to your alien. Another portrays a man, while a third portrays a woman. With trembling limbs, you succumb to your curiosity and press upon the image.

The machine instantly illuminates, its intricate mechanisms gliding back and forth at a deliberate pace. A gasp escapes your lips as you instinctively retreat, your heart pounding fiercely within your chest. As the video commences, you find yourself captivated, fixated on the scene unfolding before you. The alien thrusts into the human woman with a primal intensity, their bodies melding together. 

  Her face is twisted with an unapologetic, wanton pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her skull, and a trail of drool cascades down her chin as he ravishes her. Despite her apparent state of blissful abandon, she begs for more, tooting her rear up, arching her back, and pressing her petite hand against his sculpted abdomen. His low rumblings aren't as deep as your alien's yet they still ignite a pulsating ache within your pussy nonetheless. With flushed cheeks, tousled locks, and quivering thighs, she surrenders herself to his every whim. 

 You bite down on your bottom lip, drawing closer, fixated on the sight of him disappearing inside her. His size may be slightly smaller than your alien's, but you pause, questioning when that creature had become yours. When did you become comfortable with this arrangement?

The thunderous growl signifies its release, cum painting her insides. The woman appears fatigued, yearning for rest, yet enveloped in an intoxicating pleasure. A shuddering sigh escapes her lips, but she remains helpless, succumbing to moans as he resumes his relentless thrusting. 

   Your hand ventures downwards, fingers coated in a sticky residue, caressing your throbbing clit nestled between moist folds and layers of fabric. You're firm in your movements, taken aback by the immense pleasure that engulfs you.

Biting your lip, your hand ventures beneath the fabric of your shorts, gliding past the delicate barrier of your panties, until it reaches your throbbing, weeping pussy. The succulent juice from the mango you had earlier coats your sensitive clit as you rub and pinch at it. This time, you abandon all inhibitions, allowing your moans, soft pants, and whimpers to fill the room and your eyes flutter shut. 

   The sound of her moans intertwines with the rhythmic slapping of his hips against her round ass, becoming the only melody that matters. With your other hand, now free, you trail it up your body, your fingers finding solace on your breasts, expertly pinching and teasing your nipples, mirroring the pleasure the woman is experiencing. The newfound ecstasy consumes you, causing your thighs to tremble uncontrollably, and give out as a desperate whine escapes your lips, your hand drenched in your cum.

An electrifying chill dances along your back, prompting you to rise abruptly. Fingers dart across the buttons, bringing the video to a halt and returning you to the Home Screen. The sensation of not being alone lingers in the air. Withdrawing your hand from your shorts, a glistening trail of desire is left on your stomach and you gracefully exit the room, snatching your mango as you go. Your astuteness guides you effortlessly through the labyrinth of halls, swiftly finding the room.

You let out a gasp as you collide with him, feeling his hand encircle your waist, his knee pressing against your soaked thighs to steady you.  Ahn'thu gazes at you, his head cocking as he spots the fruit in your hand. He goes to question you but the warm trail of wetness on his leg makes him click in question. Then the smell of your arousal hits him like a freight train and he growls lowly, almost throwing you over his shoulder and taking you like a beast in heat when your cunt clenches. 

In a nimble and tender manner, he elegantly withdraws from your presence, his eyes captivated by the luminous sheen of his leg in the artificial white light. Your human cheeks are adorned with a blush, and from behind his mask, he can perceive the frantic beat of your heart, racing at an exhilarating pace.

The mask translates your soft words. " You're back." 

Ahn'thu had set off to pursue the bad blood and had triumphed, bringing back his head as proof. He clicks before typing on his gauntlet, not wanting to startle you too much. "Went to hunt." You bob your head up and down, swallowing thickly. The silence lingers uncomfortably, prompting you to offer him the mango, with the same hand that had brought you pleasure not long ago.

With a swift motion, the Yautja unfastens his mask, causing your eyes to eagerly scan his face. Your breath catches in your throat as he gently seizes your wrist and brings it to his mouth, bypassing the fruit. His mandibles unfurl, revealing their impressive expanse, while his forked, purple tongue sensually caresses your fingers.

 A knot of desire intensifies in your belly, and you observe with furrowed brows and tightly clenched thighs. He pulls away and locks eyes with you, tilting his head inquisitively. With flushed cheeks, you swiftly withdraw your hand and head into the room. 

In the depths of his being, Ahn'thu is acutely aware of your want for him, as the heady scent of your desire hung in the air, thickening with each tantalizing lick of his tongue against your delicate fingers.

Perched upon his seat, the colossal Predator's thoughts spin like a tempest. Merely moments ago, he stumbled upon the lingering evidence of your delectable mango-drenched fingers upon the Pleasuring Room's machine.  

 The air was thick with your intoxicating arousal. Intrigued, he delved into the archives of recently viewed videos, only to be taken aback by the unexpected sight. It was of a Yautja and Ooman-di, which hadn't been what he was watching yesterday.

Ahn'thu swiftly made his way to the Pit, reviewing the camera footage, rewinding time, and selecting the Pleasuring Room. He cocks his head when you first enter the room, setting down your fruit and heading over to the machine. 

  You tap haphazardly and become slightly startled after finally choosing a video, the same one that had recently been watched when he checked.  Initially scared, you gradually became captivated by the video, moving closer.

A deep growl emanates from his throat as your hand disappears beneath the fabric covering your lower body. Arm moving relentlessly, and thighs shaking. The Yautja can feel himself growing harder as you find your release, the lewd sound of your wetness filling the air. With a slight pinch of your nipple, you climax, causing Ahn'thu to grasp the arm of his chair to prevent himself from rushing to you.

   He reaches to replay the video, intending to watch it again while stroking himself, but he accidentally rewinds too far to the moment he had used the device. Switching the camera to the view outside the door, he pauses, enhancing the video quality and zooming in slightly.

  At the door stands your delicate human figure, observing him while you indulge in your own pleasure. Ahn'thu aligns the videos next to each other and emits a satisfied purr as you reach your climax at the same time as him, legs buckling. 

  He remembers hearing the pretty sound of your voice but didn't realize that you had been touching yourself to him. Ahn'thu watches the two newfound videos and strokes himself to completion, cum painting his body. He can't stop himself from heading to his room where you await with glistening thighs.

Lying sprawled on the bed, a heavy sigh escapes your lips, carrying away the remnants of earlier embarrassment. You had never been so driven by sex before but the thought of an Alien taking you against your will, fucking you mercilessly while you cried from pleasure, had consumed your every thought since you boarded the ship.   

  Your self-restraint has vanished, as you slide your hand into your shorts for what feels like the umpteenth time. Your swollen clit, already firm and pulsating, eagerly awaits your hard and rapid strokes.

The sound of heavy footsteps in the darkness sent a jolt of awareness through your body. You stiffen, your nipples hardening, and pussy tightening into a clinch. You can hear the breathy, deep growls of the Yautja in front of you. Can hear the deep inhales it takes of your scent. How long had he been there? When had the door opened? You're unsure but accept it with a little reluctance, tensing as his hot breath fans over your face. There's the distinctive sound of a blade being unsheathed before your top is cut open, leaving your breasts to spill out. 

“A-ah! Wait, what are yo— mph~” Your breath hitches into a moan as the alien's scalding mouth descends upon your left nipple. His hand ventures boldly between your thighs, seeking out your wet, warm pussy beneath the delicate silk of your shorts. 

With his thumb, he applies pressure to the throbbing bundle of nerves beneath the material and rubs at your clit. His teeth softly graze your nipple, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through you, coiling into a tight knot deep within your abdomen. Your hips buck uncontrollably, the waves of ecstasy building until you cry out in bliss as a powerful orgasm crashes over you. This sensation, unlike any self-induced pleasure, is intense, overwhelmingly pleasurable, and leaves you feeling incredibly sensitive.

A scorching inferno engulfs your entire being, setting your senses ablaze. As the Alien materializes before you, your mind spins with a heady mix of anticipation and arousal. His hands, resembling those of a primal reptile, explore the landscape of your body with a possessive hunger, his fingers delicately pinching and tugging your sensitive nipples.

   His commanding presence now hovers above you, his large, dome head nestled against your bosom, as his mouth hungrily claims your areola, a dark, sinuous tongue gliding sensually across your taut nipple, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake, his teeth tantalizingly graze the puckered flesh. 

 “No, no more!”  Tears well up, pricking the edge of your lower lashes, as you defiantly shake your head. Drool escapes your mouth, cascading down your chin, while your feeble hands weakly attempt to push him away. Your hips involuntarily buck as the Predator's hand stealthily slides into your shorts. 

  A surge of slickness drools from your pulsating core as he expertly parts your folds, effortlessly locating your swollen clit. The coarse yet drenched tips of his fingers expertly manipulate your sensitive nerves, eliciting a chorus of moans and writhing movements. Your hands desperately clutch his wrist, your hips convulsively jerking and twisting in response.

His serpentine tongue finally grants respite to your tender nipple, but instead, it ventures closer to your ear. The gravelly, otherworldly timbre of his voice commands you to cum,  causing you to shriek as an intense climax engulfs you. Your entire being convulses as he persistently stimulates your hypersensitive clit. 

   Only when you emit soft whimpers and desperate pleas does he cease his assault. As your lungs gasp for air and your thighs quiver, you regain your ability to breathe, your eyes widening when you notice the bulging, pulsing thickness of his cock nestled between your calves. 

 “Please, no. Too big” You whimper softly, trying to roll over onto your stomach and crawl away from him. Ahn'thu ignores your feeble resistance, grabbing your thighs and turning you back onto your back. He spreads your legs apart, bending them towards your chest to expose your messy pussy. With a hungry look in his eyes, he rubs his cock against your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal.

 A sense of shame intertwines with an intoxicating thrill, coursing through your veins. You had been wanting to feel his cock deep inside you, to bask in the delightful heat of his cum cascading upon your quivering walls.

With a gentle nudge, the head of his pulsating shaft teases your throbbing clit, and you shudder, biting your lip. The Yautja is well aware of the challenge that awaits, as your tight and seemingly untouched pussy appears small and snug. Your plush lips part, forming a perfect 'o', while the room is filled with the sweet and genuine symphony of your moans.

    Lost in the throes of ecstasy, your eyes roll back, providing him with the perfect opportunity to thrust forward, filling you completely with his long cock. The whimper of pain that escapes your lips only intensifies his desire, causing him to jerk involuntarily within you.

  Your head writhes against the furs as your lips part to take in a breath, shaking your head once more, palms resting against his toned stomach to push him out of you. “A-ah, s’too big. Take it out!” He goes silent, stilling inside of you, eyes flitting over your tear-soaked face. His chest rumbles in a purr and your pussy clenches deliciously around him. 

At the feeling, Ahn'thu's body becomes restless, unable to remain still. Your velvety walls, sticky and warm, possess an irresistible hold on him, refusing to accommodate his size. He watches with awe as your figure arches, your breasts swaying and jiggling with each vigorous thrust.

  Already you're fucked silly, the thickness of his cock grinding mercilessly against your g-spot as you find yourself cumming hard and long. Your fervent cunt tightens and throbs around him, leaving a creamy ring of cum on his length.   

 "More."  You sob dumbly and shakily reach down and spread your folds open, watery eyes locking with him and tucking your lip into your mouth, rivulets of drool dribbling down your chin. As the Yautja thrusts into your eager pussy relentlessly, you release a soft whimper, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumes you. The alien's monstrous cock, unlike anything you've ever experienced, fills you to the brim, stretching you in ways you never thought possible.

    Your body quivers uncontrollably, yet you strive to regain composure, your breaths heavy and labored. A surge of pleasure electrifies your hips as a teasing finger brushes against your throbbing clit before vanishing. Another finger traces a tantalizing path along your inner thigh, skillfully finding your clit once more, tracing rough figure eights upon the bundle of nerves. Waves of pleasure crash over you relentlessly as your pussy convulses sporadically, each orgasm more intense than the last.

Ahn'thu lets out a primal roar as he spills his seed into your awaiting cunt and keeps it there, maneuvering your body into a mating press. The hot slosh of his cum filling you have you orgasming again and you whimper out his name, back arching. The Yautja looks down at your worn-out form and purrs softly, gently resting his forehead against yours. As your breathing steadies, you drift off to sleep in his arms. He keeps you like that,  ensuring his seed finds its place within you, determined to impregnate you with his offspring.

[quaritchxwifewh0re]

LORD.

Every Breath You Take

Norman Nordstrom x fem!reader

Summery: Reader is the driver of the thieving group. She is apprehensive of robbing the blind war veteran, but when she hears gunfire, she runs to help her ‘friends’. Only when she gets there, she is met with something (and someone) she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.

Note: thank you my dearest friend @dogmatic255 for this request. It’s a pleasure to write this for you. Enjoy peach 🤍

Warnings: many dark themes (mentions of rape, abusive relationships, death, kidnapping) smut, angst, fluff -this fic has it all.

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The silence of the almost abandoned neighbourhood served as both a comfort, and a terror for the young woman. Y/n checked her phone for the fifth time, but the clock still only read 2:46am.

A deep seeded feeling of dread filled her gut as she sat in the old car a few blocks away from the house; it had been 45 minutes since she last heard anything from anyone, but she knew that these things took time. So she sighed, and continued waiting for her three companions to join her and drive off.

And feel guilty for the rest of your life.

She stared out the window and cringed for the umpteenth time. The image of the vicious dog biting at the car window earlier that day was still in her mind, as was the sight of the very man they were set to rob. He looked so gentle, and fact that he was blind made y/n feel nauseated.

It was sick.

Money had taken an hour to convince her again to be a part of the operation, reminding her of the abuse and torment that awaited her if she didn’t have a part of the ‘winnings’. The bastard knew about the man who called himself her boyfriend, they all did. Y/n constantly wore dark bruises from his ‘tough love’.

Y/n didn’t mind Alex, and she had known Rocky from her neighbourhood, and they became close. She did, however, have a specific dislike for Money. She still didn’t understand how Rocky was friends with him. He was sketchy and manipulative. He knew that by bringing her boyfriend up, she would concede, if only to be their get-away driver.

But still, she was uneasy.

If the man being blind wasn’t enough to turn her off of the robbery, then the fact that he was a retired war veteran was the final straw. Something about his story seemed so familiar to her too. She wondered if a story about him had been published, or if he was famous.

Her thoughts ran ramped as she continued to stare into nothingness. It all seemed too quiet.

As if the universe was listening to her, Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a a gunshot. Her heart leapt into her throat.

She sat up, listening.

For a moment, only silence rang in her ears, but then another shot rang out.

This time, the young woman shakily checked her phone, not daring to send a message to any of them in case the sound of the notification alerted their location. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew bullets were not a part of the plan. Then, after what felt like an hour, she got a message in their group chat from Rocky, and she felt her blood go cold.

“HE KILLED MONEY”

Y/n felt her heart in her throat. She instantly called his phone, but was met with a denied call, and another gunshot. She jumped, her hands becoming clammy and cramped.

Her hands begin to shake as she texted back, “Are you two okay?”

Another few minutes went by and she only received one word.

“Alive.”

Y/n gripped the car keys tightly, and began fighting with herself as to whether or not she should go into the house to help. Her side loyal to Rocky won, and she kicked the car door open.

“Fuck.” She swore under her breath, running at full speed towards the house. As it came into view, she slowed down and watched for any movement. But with the windows barred, and no lights on, it was impossible to see anything at all.

As she approached the front, she heard another gunshot. It sounded…muffled. Like it came from deep in the house or in the basement. She walked to the front, and looked for an entry point, but everything was barred. The one window she could have gotten into was too high without help and looked like it had wood nailed over it.

She started to swear under her breath again, but then she heard something.

Keys.

Y/n ran up to the door and listened.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

“Y/N??”

Y/n sighed in relief and leaned against the door at the sound of the girl.

“Rocky I’m here!” She yelled, banging on the door.

Rocky shushed her from the other side of the door. “Y/n he can hear you breathe, shut the fuck up!” Came the girl’s reply, and y/n almost laughed. But her relief was short lived when she heard Alex through the door too, “Go go go! Upstairs go!!”

Y/n’s panic rose and she listened as the sound of a dog snarling and barking filled her ears, along with strong banging. She thought she heard a door almost fly off its hinges inside, followed by walking. Y/n crouched down by the stairs of the door and waited.

What the fuck is happening in there?

She stayed there for several minutes before standing back up and walking to the door to listen.

It was quieter.

Then, she leapt back when she heard more banging. Y/n had had enough; she needed to help somehow.

“He can hear you breathe…”

Y/n made a mental note to mask any noise she made, and perhaps to remove her shoes upon entering. She backed up and began kicking down the door; timing her kicks with the ruckus inside.

After a few moments, the door gave away, much to her surprise. Y/n wondered if Rocky had undone the lock partly before having to run, because she knew she wasn’t nearly strong enough to break down a door like that.

With adrenaline coursing through her, the young woman stepped inside, removed her shoes, and began walking down the hall. There was an eerie quiet for a moment, but it was short lived. She heard running upstairs and it sounded like it was coming closer. Y/n quickly made her way into what looked like the living room, and she crouched down by the wall.

Then, it was quiet again.

…he can hear you breathe…

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He was blind, and it was natural for those without sight to have other senses that were heightened.

He used touch, sound and taste as his eyes instead…

But her thoughts were cut short when she heard a loud crash from down the hall.

It sounded like a window shattering.

Her nerves were on high alert. Y/n listened and she heard a groan, then shifting, then footsteps again. She looked up from the floor, and saw Alex limping towards her frantically with that anti-alarm device outstretched in his hand as he neared the front door. When his eyes laid on her, he smiled and looked hopeful, but it was gone in an instant. He stared past her, and Y/n followed his gaze; she froze in her spot by the wall.

There the older man stood, though y/n had to stare to make sure it was him in the near darkness.

A shot rang out before she could do anything.

The man stalked towards Alex, gun pointed at him like a true marksman. Y/n watched as he walked past her, firing another round. Alex ran back deeper into the house, but y/n couldn’t watch. She clutched her mouth, and shut her eyes tight. A surge of fear coursed through her at the sound of the gun firing.

She tried to focus on anything else. She found herself listening to the sound of the blind man’s footfalls. He walked carefully, y/n could tell even with her eyes shut.

He must know the house like the back of his hand…

After a moment of convincing herself to look at what was happening, she opened her eyes again, and looked to where Alex had run; a part of her contemplated just running out the door. Leaving him and Rocky - if she was alive. But guilt began to fill her again. Guilt for thinking such things. Guilt for what they had done. She felt awful, sick to her stomach for the terror they had inflicted upon this poor man.

Y/n took out her phone to check if she had any messages from the girl, but nothing but the time shone up at her.

3:20 am.

It had almost been a half hour since she had gotten to the house, but it felt like far more.

The sounds of a struggle broke her momentary calm. She heard the sound of grunts, and then a bottle smashing, followed by a thud; the sound of an old washing machine and an even louder ruckus ensued.

Y/n began to panic, and she stood slowly, creeping down the hall. Then she heard the sound of a fist on bone. Someone was beating the other.

Then silence.

She stopped dead in her tracks, not daring to go further.

She knew that who ever the victor was, would exit that room in a moment. Either it would be Alex , in which case she would be safe. Or it would be the blind man, in which case she would have to run while screaming how sorry she was. Y/n took slow steps back into the kitchen, and she stayed there, waiting. Time seemed to stretch on forever as she stood there, but no footsteps came.

After a few moments, y/n did hear something, though it was not footsteps. As she listened closer, she thought she heard the sound of kicking from above her in the vent. Then, she heard the groans of a woman. Y/n looked up and listened closer.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

And that was her mistake.

Y/n was shoved against the wall, and her hands were gripped in vices. Before she could even see her attacker properly, his hands were around her neck, and her vision went black.

When she finally awoke, y/n first felt how sore her throat was; she coughed and sputtered for air. Then, she noticed how she was unable to move.

Her arms were tied, as were her legs, and she was on something soft.

Y/n let her eyes adjust to the bright light, and rolled over to get her  bearings. As her vision focused, she pitched her brows up in confusion. All around her were cushions from what must have been various chairs and couches.

A sense of dread began to fill her as she took inventory of her predicament. Y/n tugged against the restraints again, finally seeing that she was in some kind of harness. She rolled the other way to see what was behind her, and was met with a dark basement. Peering out into black void, she felt her heart leap into her throat at what she saw. The man they had come to rob was hunched over in a chair, just outside the ring of light.

“You’re awake.” His gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/n tried to sit up but to no avail. The reality of the situation slowly set in. As she looked closely at the cushioned enclosure, and the room around it, she noticed that it looked…lived in. Used. Whatever this room was, it was not new. It had been made ages ago.

She wondered if he was a serial killer, or a serial kidnapper. Did he have a whole bunch of people hidden away in the bowels of his house?

Her survival instincts began to kick in, and she started to think of ways to get this man to see that she was human. She had no idea what his state of mind was, but she knew that if he was indeed a psychopath, that she needed to appeal to the small bit of human nature inside him.

What was the man’s name again? Money had said it once…

Nathan? Neil? Nick?

No…

She thought and thought, then she remembered his last name- it had stuck out to her.

Nordstrom.

But his first name started with an N too…

NORMAN!

Norman Nordstrom.

“M-mr. Nordstrom?” She tried weakly. “I-I’m so sorry for w-what my…what the others did.”

She was met with silence for a few minutes, but then he spoke.

“You know nothing.” He said.

Worth a shot…

Y/n looked around again, and it was then that she noticed the body on the floor. She felt her head grow light, and her body began to shake.

“W-what happened to her?” She squeaked out, trying to stay calm.

Norman shook his head.

“Your friends killed her…she was my salvation. She took something from me, and then she was going to give it back…but now…” He stood, walking into the darkness and out of view. Y/n strained to see him at all, but could only make out his grey hair.

“What did she take?” She asked, trying to establishing some sort of empathetic base with the man, though it wasn’t difficult. She did feel terrible about what had happened; her emotions were not fake.

“Everything. My child. My wife.” His voice was strained, full of emotion.

Y/n felt her brain ticking away as she tried to piece together what was happening, because it most certainly was NOT just a simple robbery gone wrong.

Rocky and Alex had stumbled across a dark secret.

Y/n shifted again, managing to get a better view of the deceased woman. She wasn’t old, she actually looked young. Maybe in her 30’s.

“This woman…she killed your family?” She asked, thinking out loud.

“Hit them with her car. And you know what she was doing when she murdered them?” Came his voice from the dark.

Y/n shook her head then added “no.”

“She was masturbating her boyfriend. Couldn’t even look where she was driving.”

Oh fuck…

Y/n paled at the thought, and her heart broke in two.

“And now you’re…getting revenge…no. No you said that she was going to give back what she had taken…” She thought again, racking her brain.

Okay the woman has the same restraints, she was kept down here. He made it as comfortable as he could. She looks healthy so he wasn’t starving her….

Then it clicked.

Oh.

“She was pregnant wasn’t she?” Y/n asked quietly.

She heard his shuffling footsteps as he came back to the light. Up until this point, she had only seen his face briefly, even upstairs she had closed her eyes as he had walked past her in the living room. But now, Y/n stared at him for a moment; it was definitely the man she had seen the afternoon previously when she were staking the house out, but he looked a lot less frail. The coat he had worn on his walk concealed his fit frame. He was tall. Very tall. And he was very muscular- far more than she had ever seen in a man his age. His arms were surly twice the size of hers, if not more, and had veins sloping out from his skin; his face was handsome too.

If y/n was painfully honest with herself, she would have swooned had she not been tied up in his basement and a dead woman laying there. And even with those factors, she felt her breath stutter in her throat.

“She was. And now you’re going to fulfil what she couldn’t…someone has to be held accountable.” He said, bending down to grab one of the legs of the dead woman. Y/n could barely register his actions; his words weighing far heavier on her mind.

Fulfil what she couldn’t…

Y/n snapped her eyes to him as he shut a trapdoor in the floor and stood. He turned to her, walking towards her like she was a wild animal.

“I was going to let her go…just as soon as she gave me a child. I never forced myself on her.” He said, kneeling down next to her. Y/n stared up at him as he gripped a metal rope that sat by her on the mattress, and he began to pull.

She watched as the harness began to be pulled up, but she didn’t kick.

Didn’t scream.

As shocked as she was by what was happening around her, and by his words alone, she couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards the man.

He was a blinded war veteran, most likely losing his sight while in combat; his wife and child being the only lights in his life were taken away from him.

He just wanted his daughter back.

She couldn’t help the tears that prickled at her eyes.

He listened to her breaths come in short gasps as she cried, and he sighed, knowing the sound all too well.

“I’ll set you free once you give me a child. I’m not going to rape you.” He rasped, standing. Y/n watched him go, but he had mistaken her sobs of empathy for sobs of despair.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered.

Norman stopped, clenching his fist. “Your pleas and apologies won’t undo what has been done. It’s best if you relax.”

She shook her head, “No…I know that. I’m not…I’m sorry for what happened to you…to your family.” Then, she remembered. Y/n had indeed heard about the accident, now that she thought about it. A car accident…and the woman had been proven innocent. Walked free. “She never paid for what she did. I-I remember a news article on it. She came from a wealthy family…right?”

“Rich girls don’t go to jail…” came his bitter reply. She watched him over in the corner; he was heating something on a small cooktop. Then, he reached for what looked like a…turkey baster?

Then it clicked.

He was going to-

“I’m not going to rape you. You’re strong, and young. You’ll breed easily.”

Y/n began breathing hard, a mix of adrenaline and-

Wait.

She slowed her breathing for a moment, taking inventory of what she was indeed feeling. Y/n looked over at the man, and couldn’t help the heat that began to rise inside her.

Seriously y/n?? What the FUCK?

Indeed, she could feel herself throb.

“Wait!” She cried as he walked towards her.

“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said calmly.

“No! I don’t mean- fuck. I-“

“Spit it out.” He bit, a little harsher than he had been.

She flinched and took a deep breath, ignoring the shivers that made goosebumps spring up on her skin.

“I mean there’s an…easier way to do this.” She said, cringing at her own words as they left her mouth.

“What are you-“

“I mean instead of using…that. You can…” She tried to get him to hear what she was saying, and she could almost see the cogs in his brain working away.

“I’m not a rapist.” Came his gruff voice again, he knelt down so he was level with her face as he spoke.

“It’s not rape if I give you my consent Mr. Nordstrom.”

“Is this some sick joke to you?”

You’re one to talk…

“No.” She said simply.

He stayed there for a moment, and she could feel his breath on her face as she hung there. He was just a few inches from her face, and she took in every one of his features…he was a good looking man. Very good looking. Then, she took a deep breath and leaned over to him and brushed her lips against his.

The older man froze.

Then he leaned away and grabbed her hair tightly.

Y/n gasped, but before she could stop it, a breathy moan slipped past her lips. The man froze again.

Norman tightened his hold on her experimentally, and pulled again. She repeated the sound.

Y/n wished she could be swallowed up by the ground as she saw a small smirk on the man’s face. “You’re tied up in my basement, and you’re begging me to… breed you?” He leaned a little closer to her, his breath fanning across her face.

“I-“ Her words died on her tongue.

“Well?” He pulled again. She began to squirm, almost wishing he would just do it the original way. At least then it would save her this embarrassment.

“I just…I want to help you.” She managed, thankful that he couldn’t see how red her face was.

“Help me?” He echoed her, y/n saw his face soften ever so slightly. Then it hardened, “You’re just going to try and run as soon as my guard is down-“

“No! No I’m not.” She said, trying to reassure him. But he shook his head.

“I have no reason to believe you.” He growled, his voice dipping even lower. Y/n sighed and bit her cheek to keep in a moan.

Now is not the time!

“Look. Each one of the people who came in here tonight had something hanging over their head. The other girl, Rocky, her family is the shittiest of shitty. She was going to use the money to run away with her little sister so they could live a life worth living.” Y/n could feel her voice cracking.

“And you?” He asked, a little curious, though not fully believing her.

She stared at him.

“Can’t you see my- oh shit. Right.” She caught herself; of course he couldn’t see. “Well…if you could see, you would have first noticed the bruises on my face.”

This seemed to throw him.

“Why are you bruised?” Norman asked, loosening his grip again.

“My…my boyfriend tells me it’s because love hurts.” She said quietly. Y/n could have sworn she saw the man’s face twitch. “He…he- fuck. He’s not a bad guy. I just- I get in the way and he gets mad sometimes-“

“That’s not an excuse to beat you.” He ground out. His tone was different now.

Y/n sighed again, and let her head hang back, staring up at the lights. “I was going to run away…go somewhere he would never find me. Be happy. Be cared for by someone who appreciates me and wants me around.”

He listened, brows pinching together as he pieced together what she was saying.

“But I suppose…I found what I was looking for. Just…not exactly what I had pictured.” Y/n finished, looking over at the older man.

He was still.

“I won’t keep you here after you’ve-“

“I know. But…what if I told you I want to stay. I don’t have anything good waiting for me…That’s what I’m saying…”

Y/n could tell he wasn’t convinced. He stood back up and began walking to her legs.

“Look if you still don’t fully believe me, check that I’m comfortable.” She said.

He paused again.

“Take off my pants and check.” Y/n could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth at this point.

“I’m not going to-“

“For fucksake take them off.” She said louder.

Norman seemed to contemplate her words. Then, he placed the baster down, and walked back to her legs. Y/n sucked in a breath when she felt his hands on her. He felt for the top of her leggings, and gripped it; with a harsh tug, they slipped off under the harness and he tore them off her legs. The cold air hit her, and she was a little thankful for the panties still covering her core.

The man tossed the material away like it was dental floss, and he stood there for a moment. Y/n held her breath as he reached out to her again; she expected him to just rip her panties off like her leggings, but instead, he ran his fingers down her thigh, like he was teasing her.

The young woman gasped and looked at him, he was blindly watching her; she could tell he was listening intently, with his clouded eyes directed at her. Then, his hand came to her centre, feeling the cloth that still covered it.

He stilled again.

The man wordlessly pulled the fabric aside, and with his other hand, he ran a finger through her folds. He sucked in a breath.

And she knew why.

Norman repeated the action, dipping a little deeper into her slick pussy. Then, to her delight, he slipped his long, thick finger inside her, and curled it, stroking her. Y/n couldn’t keep it in any more.

She moaned. Loud.

That smirk came back to the man’s face, and he continued. “Is this what you wanted?”

She bucked her hips.

“Yes!” She cried.

He added a second finger and began pumping into her. She gasped and mewled in approval.

Then, he withdrew, and y/n was about to cry out when she saw him go to the rope holding her up, about to let her down.

But she had an idea.

“No.” She said. He stopped, and listened.

“Keep me here. For now at least.” Y/n would have never said that in a million years had the circumstances been different. However, it seemed that those words were the right ones. Because he did something then that he hadn’t yet. He chuckled.

Norman stalked back to her, running one hand up her leg, and the other returning to her aching entrance. “Are you going to be good? Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hurt me. I don’t care.” She said, gasping past a moan, “But I’ll be good.”

That seemed to be good enough for the older man. He removed his hand from her leg, and used it to pull his pants down and off, still pumping his fingers inside her. She half wished she wasn’t in the restraints so she could see him, but it would do for now. Y/n saw him pumping his cock, and sucked in a breath at the thought of it.

She wondered how big he was.

“Hold still.” He commanded her, withdrawing his fingers and gripping her thigh to steady her. Y/n muttered a soft ‘okay’ and waited. He stroked the head of his cock through her folds, collecting a generous amount of her sweetness there. She could hear him gasp.

Then, he pushed in. If y/n was honest, she almost screamed. He was far thicker than she was used to, and he stretched her almost painfully.

“Fuck!” She cried.

“That’s it…breathe.” His raspy voice filled her ears in the quiet of the room. She felt dizzy as he began to thrust into her; any speck of disgust she has felt for herself vanished as his cock dragged across that spot inside her that made her hips buck up.

The pain subsided, and she started to lose control. She moaned without abandon, spurring him on.

Y/n felt herself grow more and more sensitive by the second. Then, he grabbed her legs and drew her back. Norman bent down and felt for the wire rope that held her, undoing the loop he made to keep it in place. He released the rope slowly, making her fall to the floor on her back.

She cried out, half in surprise and half from the loss of him inside her. But then, she felt his hands on her legs again; feeling them and pulling them apart to rest on either side of his hips. Y/n no longer had to lean up to see him as he now towered over her; he slipped back inside her easily, and they both let out a gasp at the feeling. Norman began a pace that was even faster and harder; y/n could feel his hips snapping against her.

He suddenly pushed her legs to her chest and slapped her thigh red, “Is this what you wanted? Answer me.” He commanded, and in that moment she could easily see him being a soldier. Commanding her.

“Yes sir!“ she squeaked out between thrusts.

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, surging forward and finding her throat easily. He gripped it tight, and y/n was able to see his arms even better. She wanted to worship them. Have them wrapped around her, pin her against a wall, hold her. The sight of his weathered hands was enough to make her wet.

She stared up at his face, letting the air in her throat thin to the point of almost disappearing; her vision started to go.

Then, as if he could hear her breath in her lungs, he loosened his grip just enough for her to breathe; a small gasp of pleasure snuck out of her too. Y/n swore he was going to snap her in two or drive her into the ground by his pace alone. She never thought that he would fuck her like that; sure he was in good shape and likely knew a thing or two about pleasing a woman, but y/n was positive that she wouldn’t be able to sit let alone walk for days.

He slapped her thigh again, and y/n almost asked if he was blind at all, based on his accuracy. She cried out, and the man almost stopped if it wasn’t for the fact that her slick centre squeezed his cock even tighter with each slap.

She was close.

Norman slowed his pace for a moment, and leaned over her slowly; he felt along her hips, up her waist and to her neck to find the best place for his hands on the mattress. Y/n stared up at the man as his face came to be just inches from hers. If she had her hands free she would have dragged his lips during to hers and raked her nails down his back.

But then, the young woman’s thoughts were silenced when he snapped his hips so hard that a scream escaped her as his pace became punishing, like he was proving a point. Y/n whimpered and whined in pleasure as he ruined her, feeling her walls clamp tighter around him.

“Something you want to tell me, little girl?” He rasped in her ear, pressing a kiss there that was oddly gentle.

Y/n nodded and gasped, “I-I’m going to come!”

But then, he stopped. Clouded eyes staring down at her as he listened to her whine.

“Sir! I’m going to come sir!” She cried out, and to her relief, that was what he wanted to hear. The older man resumed his delicious torture, and revelling in how she began to lose herself.

“That’s it…” he murmured in that rough voice of his that only aided in sending her over the edge. “Good girl…Come for me.”

Y/n shivered, and let go. A scream tore from her throat as waves of bliss washed over her; she felt every inch of him inside her as her pussy tightened impossibly around his length.

Y/n felt his thrusts stutter as she came down from her high, and his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.

“Come inside me, please!” She rasped meeting his thrusts to drive him over the edge.

Then, a low, guttural moan vibrated from in his chest; y/n swore she could feel the thick ropes of his cum fill her as his cock throbbed and his cum coated her insides- emptying himself deep inside her. He continued to thrust into her as he rode out his orgasm, but didn’t fully remove himself for a few moments; plugging his cum inside her.

Y/n could feel his heartbeat against her, and his breath fanned her face. She gathered herself, and waited patiently for the older man to recover, feeling his cum drip out of her.

After a moment, he let out a long sigh, and sat up. Norman stood slowly and reached for a towel just at the other side of the mattresses, wiping himself before he pulled his pants up.

Neither of them said anything, and y/n waited to see what he would do next. If she was honest, even if he left her there, she could just sleep. She was too tired to cry or do much else. But, as she stared up at the lights above her, she felt the mattress dip at her feet. Then, there was a hand on the harness and she was pulled up into a seated position.

Y/n stared at the man, dazed. He moved his hand from the harness to her back, holding her up gently; in his other hand was a glass of water which he held near her face. The young woman leaned closer and nudged the edge of the glass to let him know it was by her lips, and he tilted the water into her waiting mouth. She drank greedily, and felt herself relax as his hand on her back rubbed her gently.

Norman took the cup away after a minute, and placed it on the tiled floor. As he held her, Norman felt the fight in his mind; she was an opportunity that would not come again. She was willing. She was sweet. She listened.

But she might run. She might be lying.

He leaned back, and y/n saw him thinking. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I…I’m not going to run.” She whispered, knowing he could hear her. “You can put something on me, a tracker or a bell if you want some insurance…I understand.”

His head was tilted down, listening.

“If you do run, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He rasped. Y/n knew he was serious, especially until he trusted her, and who knew how long that would take. She sighed and nodded, then caught herself; it would take some getting used to that he couldn’t see her non-verbal communication.

“I understand.” She said.

He sat for a moment longer, then pulled her onto his lap. Y/n felt her heart leap a little, and she gasped; it felt… safe.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“N-no. Why?” She responded, confused why he thought so.

“You gasped when I moved you.”

Oh.

Oh…he could hear everything.

“Oh, no I’m-I’m okay. It… just felt nice.” She stuttered out, blushing at her own words.

“Nice?” He rasped.

“Yea…” Y/n hoped he would let it go. “Being held.”

He listened and sat still for a moment. Then, he leaned her forward on his lap and felt up her back. Y/n could feel him pull at the fastenings that held the harness together, and slowly her arms became freed, as did her legs. He pulled it off her, and she slipped her legs out from the straps, enjoying the freedom. She sighed in appreciation, and completely relaxed into his strong arms; his head snapped to her as she settled against him, not making any move to leave.

Norman had half expected her to hit him and try to run, but she didn’t. In fact, she breathed calmly and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

“Mr. Nordstrom?” She asked quietly.

He tilted his head towards her to let her know he was listening.

“You’re bleeding.” She had noticed hours ago, but it seemed now was a good time to bring it up.

“I’m fine.” He murmured.

She huffed.

“No you’re not. Let me clean you up.” Y/n pushed away slightly and inspected his head, and various cuts. It was a wonder that he was still standing strong.

He thought for a moment, then carefully placed her down on the mattresses, and walked away to where several shelves sat. Y/n was about to call after him and follow, but he returned a moment later with something in hand.

Y/n stared at him, and waited. He crouched down to her level, and she found herself leaning forward to him.

She wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t.

Norman reached his hand up to show her what it was that he had and she stared at it.

It was a collar with some sort of device on the side. Then, he raised his other hand to show a small remote.

Oh.

“I press this button and a shock will go through your body. It will hurt.” He spoke.

The young woman looked from him to the collar, and back.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded again, and turned so he could fasten it around her neck. He was surprised by her compliance, and he felt a small fondness for her grow inside him, but he pushed it away. Once the collar was around her neck, she turned back to him and grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. The older man stood up, and held his hand out to her as he slipped the remote into his pocket. She took it and stood carefully, wincing a little at the pain in her legs.

“You are hurt.” He rasped, holding her by the arms as she lost her balance a little.

“I’m okay. Really-ah!” Before she could say any more, he scooped her up into his arms and walked with her out of the basement. She clung to his shoulders, and tucked her feet in to his waist so he didn’t have to worry about bumping her.

She supposed she should have felt embarrassed that she was still in nothing but her shirt and hoodie, but she had little to worry about. It’s not like he could see her.

The daylight streamed in through the windows, and as she looked around, she cringed. It was an absolute mess. Broken glass, upturned furniture, blood…the house was torn apart. He took her into the kitchen, and sat her down on one of the chairs at the table. Y/n watched as he felt along the walls, and disappeared out of sight, returning a few moments later with a first aid kit.

The young woman pulled one of the other chairs closer to her and grasped his arm to guide him there. As he sat, she took the kit from him and opened it to find some bandages and peroxide, but then she stopped.

She looked at him.

Really looked at him.

“Norman?” She said softly. He turned at the sound of her voice. “You’re…well no offence but you’re covered in dirt and blood. Why don’t you wash up before I patch your cuts?”

At first, Norman felt a surge of anger. Was this a distraction for her to run?

“And I’ll join you. I could use a clean.” She finished, seeing his face grow hard. Y/n felt herself grow a little fonder of the man as his face softened at her words. She might have been ambitious, but she felt as if she was already able to read him.

Norman nodded, and stood, extending his hand out to her, which she took. He walked them down the hall to the washroom, but he stopped. There was glass still on the floor. Y/n looked down and saw his foot that hovered over a piece of it.

She sighed.

“Shit…it’s a mess. I-where’s a broom? We can clean up together.” She said.

He thought for a moment.

“I’ll get it. Stay here.” He rasped, then disappeared down the hall. Y/n began picking up the bigger pieces when she heard a grunt, a bang, then a door shut. She peaked out from the bathroom, and saw Norman leaning against the door to the basement. It took her a moment to think of what that sound could have been, then she remembered.

Money.

He must have moved his body in there so she wouldn’t have to see it. A part of her warmed at his consideration.

Then, he stalked back to the back door, and disappeared around the corner, only to return a moment later with a broom in hand. Y/n stood up and met him in the hall, her hand outstretched so he knew she was there. “I can handle any mess of the floor, and any…stains. Why don’t you deal with larger things? It’ll make it quicker.”

Norman leaned the broom against the wall, and reached into his pocket and showed her the remote again, and she grinned a little. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s what they all say.” He rasped.

Y/n stared up at him, then had a thought.

“Do they all do this?” She grasped his arm carefully, she stood on her toes to reach his lips. She kissed him gently, not wanting to scare him. The older man stiffened, and seemed to hold his breath.

Y/n brushed her lips against his again, and he softened slightly, but didn’t kiss back. Dejected, she went to pull away, but his hand found her jaw, and cradled it gently as he kissed her back. Y/n felt her heart swell and she grinned against his lips. They weren’t soft, but they felt wonderful.

It only lasted a moment, but y/n couldn’t help the blush on her cheeks.

He pulled away and stood there for a few seconds, then he grasped the broom again and handed it to her, “Don’t touch the glass.” Norman murmured before walking past her down the hall. Y/n watched him go, and she sighed before walking back into the bathroom to get to work.

Within three hours, y/n stood in the kitchen, picking up a few more splinters of wood. The house itself was clean and tidy, but there were several holes in the walls that would need repairing in time. Norman had handled the heavier things, and more particular items that were out of place. When she had finished the upstairs, she had heard the basement door shut, and she had stopped.

He was dealing with the body.

Y/n knew she should have felt remorse or fear, but she didn’t. She knew that it was morbid and wrong, but what they had done was wrong too. And it wasn’t like she was fond of the boy…man.

Boy-man.

He was childish, opportunistic, and manipulative. If she was completely honest with herself, the world was better without him; he would have made some poor girl miserable, and if he had fathered children, they too would have been miserable.

The survival of Rocky and Alex was a relief, but she wondered if they even cared if she was alive or not. She wondered if they even thought about her well-being as they escaped. Then she remembered what they has come for all along. The money. Y/n wondered if they had gotten it.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she turned around. Norman was standing just in the door, listening to her.

“All done?” She asked, emptying the dustpan into the black garbage bag.

“Yes.” His gravelly voice came.

“Great. I feel disgusting and you need some medical attention. Come on.” Y/n grasped his arm and walked them to the now very clean washroom. She reached in and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm; he was paying close attention to her movements.

Strange girl…

“What’s your name, girl?” Norman asked.

Y/n looked back at him, and made a soft “oh” sound.

“Y/n. Y/n l/n.” She said.

He said nothing, but y/n knew he heard her. He heard everything. She had sneezed when she was cleaning upstairs and upon passing him in the hall as he returned from the basement, he had muttered “Bless you.”

“This thing around my neck won’t electrocute me in the shower, will it?” She asked a little humorously.

“No.” He said, removing his shirt; Y/n froze when she saw him without it. He was even fitter than she thought, and she felt that heat inside her again. Her breathing came in shallow bursts as she turned away and tried to distract herself by removing the rest of her clothes. She stepped in first, then held her hand out for him to join her.

As soon as the water hit him, he hissed; y/n watched the brown and red sludge covering him wash away. His injuries weren’t terrible, but she definitely needed to patch him up.

“Hold still.” She chided him. Y/n leaned over to him, now wearing one of his sweaters and sweatpants that were far too big, but she found them comforting. He would have rolled his eyes if he could see, but instead he just clenched his jaw and kept his head straight as she placed another plaster to his head.

“There.” Y/n leaned back to inspect her work and nodded.

The muscles in her legs and back screamed at her. Her body was tired, and she let out a long sigh.

“You’re tired.” Norman rasped.

“I am.” She laughed softly. He nodded and stood up carefully. Y/n grasped his arm and they walked into the living room where he sat on one end of the couch, and she joined him. Without a second thought, the young woman leaned her head onto his lap, and curled up. He felt along her arm, up her neck to her hair, where he tentatively rested his hand.

“Norman?” She asked.

“Did they…did they take everything?” She asked, remembering the money.

“No. Just a small portion.” He said.

Y/n felt her eyes grow heavy, and she relaxed into his touch. He felt her pulse slow as she gave into sleep, and her breathing steadied.

Normally he would have turned on the video of his daughter and listened to her voice, but that afternoon, he didn’t. Norman sat with the young woman who had chosen to be kept by him, and he listened to her.

Those teenagers had taken a great deal, they had taken his money, thought not all, and they took away his salvation. But as he looked down at the woman resting on him, he realized that he was right.

They had only taken a portion, but gave him so much more.

-

“Norman! What did I say about carrying the soil on your own?” Y/n ran out the front door to the man in question who held a full sack of gardening soil over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“I’m not a flower.” Came his gruff reply.

“No? With all the soil on you I would have assumed so.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Quit your worrying.” He huffed, tossing the bag by the flowerbed. Y/n sighed and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“If I don’t worry about you, who will?” She murmured into his back.

The man softened at her words and turned his head to her. “Fine.” Came his raspy voice.

She knew she had won.

“Good.” Y/n smiled and walked from his back to his side to see his work. Beautiful tufts of blooming lavender and black dahlias sat in the bed, and y/n couldn’t help but smile wider. “I can’t believe you got them to grow.”

“You shouldn’t doubt me.” He said, a little humour in his voice.

“Oh come now. Me? Doubt you? Never.” She giggled softly, placing a kiss to his cheek. “Shall we go for a walk? The old pup is a bit restless.”

“Let me finish here and we’ll go.” He murmured. Y/n muttered a soft “Okay.” And turned to go, but his hand on her wrist stopped her. She retraced her steps and looked up and the man, wondering if he needed something.

Norman slipped his hand up her arm until he found her neck. It was bare now. He grinned ever so slightly, then he dipped his head down to press a kiss to her lips. Y/n grinned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, swiping her tongue across his lips. He smoothed his against hers, pulling her closer; the young woman moaned softly into his mouth, and he almost lifted her up to carry her inside and enjoy an evening in. But he knew her; she wasn’t going anywhere, and she wanted a walk. Norman tenderly slowed the kiss and pulled away to press one more to her forehead.

She smiled and placed her hands on his strong chest before kissing his neck and returning to the house. The older man listened to her go, though he barely had to anymore. The young woman was more than what he could have asked for. She enjoyed his company, and she would listen to him recount endless stories.

There had only been one time that she had been apart from the man since that night almost five months ago; she had awoken to an empty bed in the middle of the night, and upon looking outside, she had seen Norman walking away from a truck that sped off.

She never saw the truck again.

She never asked him about it, and he never said anything.

But what she did know was that that old boyfriend of hers never tried to contact her in the five months she was gone.

Norman quickly became her sense of home. He treated her like treasure, and she found herself attached to him within a week of being under his supervision. He had removed the collar after two and a half months.

She didn’t need it; she was his, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was hers. After three months, she had accidentally told him she loved him; he almost didn’t believe her. Almost. It seemed too good to be true that she could love him, especially after everything that had happened.

But she did.

They grew to be inseparable, and he grew more and more protective each day.

He grew her favourite flowers, and she never left his side.

They had found their solace in one another, and there they stayed.

Completely and utterly each other’s.

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I want this B-day cake 😭 lookin good asf to

Once I drew a picture for my b-day cake 🤭

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hi it’s me :3

Uhm

Who?.

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Imagine : kissing Lyle Wainfleet

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OHH😩 MY GODD..

I swear he's just so. . .

(I need to be bred 🙏🏻 please..)

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"You're young. You'll breed well"

OF COURSE I WILLLL 😩🙏🏻

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HOLY.

Im not sorry for this (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)