Archive of Our Own

Humanity and the Yautja had been fighting together against the universe for decades, long enough that seeing them felt natural. There was usually always one of each on a ship, usually always a Yautja sitting in a human coffee shop, or a human reading some Yautja literature or Yautja music playing on the radio. For a short amount of time humans could be seen wearing Yautja crafted armor as fashion (until someone had explained human culture to the Yautja and that trend had quickly ended). The two cultures had not only mingled, they were starting to join. And with that YautjaxHuman couples started to appear. There was too much else going on in the universe that to be concerned with who put what in whose holes or how you kept warm at night. No one really talked about it. Humans thought Yautja ugly and dangerous, Yautja looked down on humans as weak and inferior, and the Yautja that desired them only did so because they were not worthy of a real Yautja female.

That's how it had been at first at least…

It seemed that the Yautja males were the only ones interested in taking human companions. They were much more social and seemed higher in population, for a while many humans believed there were no female Yautja. And then some human apparently had the guts to just ask. It was as if a collective laugh was shared between the entire alien species. 

The females were waiting to see if the males got killed off first. They were waiting to see if humanity was worth their time. They were waiting for the weak ones to be culled out and for the strongest humans to appear. Most people took that as the females were waiting for the male Yautja to deal with all the political and cultural bullshit before showing up to an already made alliance. And that's pretty much what happened. It took 10 years longer, but suddenly one day a ship with several female Yautja parked at a star base and after you couldn't throw a stone without hitting one (which would be easy since they dwarfed the males by a few inches at least on average but inadvisable since they had even more vicious tempers than their counterparts)

Eris had been working with Yautja for years now, she had an okay handle on some of the language, though it seemed both humans and Yautja seemed to prefer universal translation, neither of them had complementing anatomy for words. She was crew on a scout ship, they hunted the kainde amedhab, or as humanity called them Xenomorphs, the other kind of alien. They had been appearing on all kinds of distant planets, it was a war between all life in the universe for survival against the infestation. Her ship carried a shuttle, her and her partner would travel to take planetary samples and scans, if a Xenomorph was in the environment they would find it. There was a much larger planetary base not far off that they would visit a few times a year, other than that, it was a solitary life in space. So partners ended up spending a lot of time with each other. 

That's how Eris and Seht'ki met. She had worked for an older Yautja for a long time, a wise male who had the patience and respect to teach, it had taken Eris a few days to realize she still had much to learn. Ya'koaln had been a kind companion to her, he had taught her the job, tricks, and how to understand the Yautja, he believed in understanding between the two species, once stating the “humanity was as worthy prey as the Yautja”, which was Interesting since being ‘Prey to None’ was kind of their entire thing. Age crept up on Ya'koaln, and one day a ship came to get him, his clan Eris learned. Her mentor climbed upon the ship after a short goodbye. He had started going blind, and the loss of his vision ended his hunt. Eris tried to convince him that he could stay, the medical bay could fix his eyes, and that was the first time she saw him angry with her. He roared and slammed his fist against a wall. He didn't want the surgery, he didn't want his vision back, he wanted to say goodbye with dignity, he wanted to embrace death as an equal and let his spirit move on to the Table of Hunters with his ancestors. Eris hugged him before he left. 

It took two days for his notification of death to appear on his employee profile, listed as ‘Death by Cultural Euthanasia’; a few minutes of research showed that a worthy elder could request a final hunt. A gladiatorial fight against young warriors that they could not win, so that they may die with honor, and not the shame of peaceful sleep. The were a few other honorable death options including just blowing yourself up, feeding yourself to the largest beast you could find, or some kind of sepuku like ritualistic suicide. Eris would have to wait for her new partner. It took about a month of isolation for him to show up unannounced at her ship's airlock. She had been in bed, and was loudly alerted to his transport ship's lock onto the loading bay. 

Seht'ki arrived too a ship in disorder. Eris had spent about 3 days mourning the loss of her friend, and the rest of her time alone rotting her new found freedom. She had about 20 minutes of time to clean 30 days of festering evidence. 

Her new partner arrived with a large duffle of his belongings and an attitude. He walked onto his new ship alone, met by a messy haired human with her shirt on backwards and pillow marks on her face. His eye roll wasn't subtle. He said his name, a little surprised that the pronunciation didn't phase Eris at all. She bowed in the way that was acceptable for greeting an equal, though Seht'ki didn't see her as such. He grunted and adjusted his bag on his shoulder after returning the greeting sloppily, if he had done that to his own kin they would have had his head on a spike for the disrespect. 

Eris gave him a quick tour of the ship and dropped him off at his quarters; quickly letting him know, there were four rooms on the ship, two were fitted for Yautja, but the larger beds and furniture sacrificed the closet; his predecessor had used both rooms. One for sleeping and one for storage, he was welcome to do the same. Seht'ki nodded, he knew who he was replacing. 

Eris had left him to his own as she had gone to speed clean what she could of the ship. She couldn't deny she was excited about her new companion, the solitude had been nice at first, but after a week she missed her friend. She remembered his favorite meal, one of the ship's Yautja dishes. It wasn't bad, kind of an earthy thick stew. Eris quite liked the taste of blood and organ meat as an ingredient in food so she rather enjoyed it but it certainly would make some people turn up their noses. She set out the table, her fingers moving over the large plates and Yautja utensils, a kind of long flat spoon that was easy to get past the mandibles with. She waited for a few minutes, hoping the smell of dinner would draw out her new companion, they could talk, get to know each other before their assignments started coming in. After a few minutes there was no sign of Seht'ki. She strolled down the halls to his quarters, peering into the open doors. Gear now covered every surface, armor hung on a metal hook, the mask helmet glaring down at her from its place on a shelf. But Seht'ki was no where to be seen. 

She continued down the halls, checking the rooms and corners for the giant hunter, finding him stalking around the medical wing. Eris hadn't been quiet walking down the hall, and he was turned towards the door as she appeared. His mandible tight against his face, and brow low. Eris was pretty familiar with Yautja body language, she found they were rather loud with their emotions once one figured out how to read them. She could recognize an anxious Yautja when she saw one. 

“Hey, I made us some dinner… Ya'koaln… my old partner… he uh… really liked Vo'Tu stew… I thought you might as well.”

“Not all Yautja are the same.” Seht'ki stood unmoving, staring down at the bold little human that stood in the doorway. She was just if not more disheveled now than she had been at his arrival, but she was… comfortable. She was not the first human he knew or worked with, some of her species he found quite reasonable and even enjoyed their company. He had been taught to not underestimate a human, to even be cautious of a group of them. What they lacked in physical resilience, they made up for in audacity. Yautja could take a hit, that was the trade off, a human male had once explained; Yautja could take a hit that would kill a human, so they never learn how to avoid it. 

Seht'ki wasn't stupid, so he listened to those who were more experienced than he. He planned to be wary of the human he would be stationed with. “Yes but do you like Vo'Tu?”

“I do like Vo'Tu.” 

“Then come have some.” Eris beckoned him out of the medical wing and walked off to the kitchens. She didn't wait for him to take his place in the Yautja sized chair to start serving the stew. She filled his bowl first, pushing over some bread and ale to go with it. Seht'ki eyed the stew, it looked normal and smelled how he remembered, though he hadn't had it since he was a pup. “Ohh guest of honor gets the best part!”

The Yautja looked up just in time to see Eris fish out the prize, the whole boar heart that was always cooked into the stew. She plopped it into his bowl, a little of the brown broth splashing over the sides. She winced and quickly apologized before serving herself. Seht'ki rubbled, not a thank you but in contentment. He picked up his shovel spoon and tasted what the human had offered. Surprised that it was more than palatable. He nodded before digging in. So focused on his food he didn't feel Eris’ eyes watching him until he was slurping the broth from the cupped bowl.

“Good then?” Eris smiled from across the table. 

The Yautja nodded, clicking his jaws, eyes looking around the kitchen. It was standard for a ship, he would go through the cupboards later and catalog their supplies. Eris was still looking at him, like she was expecting something. “Vo'Tu for children.”

“Is it?” She looked delighted that he had spoken to her at all. He hoped she wasn't going to be this needy the entire time. “It was Ya'Koalns favorite…”

“You have said this.” The Yautja could see there was something else in the way she kept bringing up his predecessor's name. Seht'ki pushed his spoon around the bowl before standing, he picked up his bowl, and hers, and placed them in the automatic cleaner. Humans really were silly with the things they wasted their time inventing. Yautja never bothered spending their time solving a problem that didn't need a solution. They were partial to breaded bowls that were similar to human hardtac, nothing to clean. 

“You don't have to-” Eris brought the rest of the dinner bowls to the cleaner, there were no left overs to save. Seht'ki looked down at her with the Yautja equivalent to a dead panned frown. 

“You mourn Ya'Koaln.” Seht'ki spoke bluntly as he peered at the controls on the dishwasher. Why would such a simple technology need so many options. There should be one button. ‘Clean’. 

Eris physically jumped or maybe it was a wince, but she nodded, handing off the dishes and leaning against the counter top. “He was my friend…”

Seht'ki paused, thinking for a moment, a sigh from behind his mandibular fangs came out as a rumble. “I met Ya'Koaln. Before his death. Many Yautja have trophies, some live long lives. Very few have both. You should be proud.”

“Id rather have my friend.”

Seht'kis face pulled taught and for a moment he looked angry. Like he was drafting out what he wanted to say in his head. “Death for Yautja is not bad, it is brave. Death is the only thing that hunts us all…” he paused, drying his hands on his tunic. Eris caught how shining and strong the scales on his hands and arms looked. “...in Yautja… it is forbidden to wish for lost ones to return when death has taken them. It holds their spirit back from entering the hall of ancestors… an honorable death is celebrated. Ya'Koalns spirit must not be held back… or else it may return.”

“And… what?” Eris wasn't usually scared by ghost stories, but hearing one from a Yautja. That changed the vibe a little. “What happens if the spirit returns?”

“It hunts those who hold it back, and takes their souls as trophies, to hang on the walls of the ancestors. This is fate worse than dishonor.” Amusement was a hard expression to read on the face of a Yautja, but Seht'ki did not have a poker face it seemed, his upper mandible cracking and twitching, in what Eris knew was the beginnings of a grin. 

“You!” She laughed, and out of habit gave his arm a smack, Seht'ki only noted how gentle her touch was. 

“Ah! It is a story to tell children!” Seht'ki felt something in himself relax as they laughed together at the sink. “But it is a lesson. Think of this when you think of your friend.”

Seht'ki patted her arm, in the same place she had slapped his moment ago, before walking off to his half of the ship, she heard a recognizable yawn from the giant as he disappeared from view. It sounded like Ya'Koaln, in his years he had many sore joints and bones, there were few things he did that didn't pull some kind of groan from him, but nothing was louder than when the Yautja fell back into his large chair, a over stuffed worn out treasure that now sat in ship storage, with some of the older Yautja things he left behind- 

Shit!

Eris jumped away from the counter top and quickly dashed down to the lower cargo deck. A small corner had the remaining belongings of her friend, and a note addressed to the Yautja that came after him, Seht'ki and she had completely forgotten about it. She wasn't sure how important it really was but it was the last thing Ya'Koaln asked of her and she wasn't going to drop the ball. She collected the large box, almost too big for her to carry, not in weight but size, though it was also considerably heavy. She didn't know what it contained, but she hoped Seht'ki found it interesting at least. 

Eris pulled the box up the steps and made a direct line to her companion's room, but what she found was an open door and no Yautja. She didn't want to impose on him anymore and quickly dropped the box beside the Yautjas bed.

—-

Seht'ki could get used to the comforts of a ship like this, or a job like this. His clan wasn't wealthy, barely worth calling a clan anymore. Maybe once upon a time. But his family was city folk now, they worked as builders and craftmakers, one cousin was a member of the local government and one distant aunt lived on a boat. His family was simple and common, so Seht'ki didn't have the opportunities to go test his worth on a hunt, not on some distant planet, not like how the clans that still held the old ways, that supplied warriors to the armies, that made weapons and ships. Seht'ki had been a brick maker and layer as a juvenile. He had wanted to take classes to learn how to build ship engines, but an apprenticeship was hard to get. Until he saw an ad for WeylenYautani , they would pay him to go to school, not to build engines, but to work on a ship. He would learn how to collect samples and analyze material and protect the crew, he would get to travel the stars and maybe, even get to hunt a beast if the circumstances were right. It was his way out, his only chance. 

Ya'Koaln had taught one of his classes, years ago, it had been about recognizing predatory mosses. Seht'ki enjoyed the elders' company. Yautja classes were small at the time and it allowed for more intimacy between the students and teacher. Seht'ki didn't care about moss one bit, but he liked to hear the tales the elder told. The gray hunter would easily get distracted in an anecdote, and no one had the heart to stop him. He had not known he would be replacing the elder until they had met back on the homeworld. He had been invited to witness the elders death ceremony. 

The first night at his new position his partner had been surprisingly friendly and welcoming. He had expected familiarity, sure, but not such aggressive attempts at friendship. He couldn't really think of a good reason to deny her, she seemed pleasant enough and while she did seem determined to prove to him that she knew things about Yautja, it was her little human tendencies that interested him.

Seht’ki had found a plastic storage container in his room the first night, left to him from his predecessor. He had read the note first, a short scribbling addressed to whomever it may concern. It simply stated that he hoped his replacement would find honor and fulfillment in the work, and to be kind to the human companion he left behind. Inside the box were sets of tools for the job, some Yautja literature, some small things collected from planets visited; it was a large box filled with the left behind personal belongings of someone now dead.

 He had left it mostly untouched for a few weeks, he had gone on his first job with Eris to the surface of an unnamed planet infested only with small species of rodent. They had taken their samples and stopped for lunch, enjoying the fresh breathable air. A rodent had chewed through the wiring of a flashlight attachment he had added to his helmet. He could see in the dark just fine but his human needed the help. He had turned to the storage box under his bed for a possible replacement, he remembered seeing old tools. But once he started digging he couldn't stop.

At the bottom there was a black box. Seht’ki had nearly missed it, he opened it and immediately closed it, looking around his private room in panic. He had closed the door after he had come back from soaking his scales, space made his skin dry. He was nude in the privacy of his room, though there wasn't much to see, the sex organs of his species remained mostly internal until in use, except for the soft outer prepuce, there really wasn't much to keep modest. He kept the door closed anyway, he had been warned humans could be strange around nudity. 

He opened the box again. These humans were obviously not strange around nudity. 

Pornographic magazines were not on his list of things he expected to find. And yet, there they were, a heavy stack of them. Pages glossy, the images smiling up at him with wanton mouths open. He had never seen a naked human before, and curiosity got the better of him. There was a lot about them he found strange, Eris had long curling hair that caped around her shoulders, it had brushed his skin when she had been passing by him. It seemed so soft… Yautja didn't have hair. They had thick tendril sensory organs that grew from thickened skin, similar to a flexible keratin. But there was a nerve down the center that tapered a few inches from the head, making them very delicate. If they were cut too short they would bleed, if they were pulled… well they were sensitive. He wanted to touch her hair, run his hands through it. There were no soft things on Yautja Prime.

Seht’ki couldn't figure out how male humans went about their lives with their sex organs outside their bodies like that, he would be so scared… no wonder the smaller species were so feisty, they had to be. He flipped through the pages, seeing female humans posed and penetrated in all manner of ways, it seemed humanity was rather flexible with their sexual practices. He had mated before, but when it had happened it had never been so creative, he had honestly mostly just held on and tried to keep his head. But humans seemed to be a bit more playful with each other. 

The female bodies looked so soft. His hands flexed, his mind imagining how it felt to squeeze such soft flesh. Their genitals as well, not unfamiliar from the females of his species, but more delicate, prettier… he was fascinated by their use of their mouths. It seemed, dangerous and gross when he thought about it himself but then again humans lacked any substantial fangs. To be honest the longer he thought about it the more he came to think of the human species as soft and fuckable. As he flipped though the pages he leaned back in his bed relaxing against the wall. His mandible clicked as he finally acknowledged the arousal growing in his gut. He settled on a page with a woman with a similar build to Eris, the same long curling air and propped it up on a pillow.

His fingers went straight for his prepuce, the soft flesh already parted and wet, he fingered the slit gently, his claws were much too long, coaxing out his cock. The inverted organ filled and pushed itself out of his body, the tapered tip flaring the sensitive glands, the soft fleshy barbs just starting to take shape, his knot twitching at the base. He grasped his cock, the familiar feeling in his palm, as he stroked himself with a practiced ease. He let his hips rutting up into his palm as he tried to imagine what a human might feel like wrapped around his cock. They were soft on the outside… must be the same for the inside. 

There were reasons male Yautja cocks were shaped the way they were, female Yautja were tough all the way through. Their internal organs all lined with thicker flesh for protection, the male provided most of the natural lubrication. The barbs were there to catch on the deep ridges inside the female, the knot served the same purpose. If Seht'ki had wanted to breed any of his previous partners he would have knotted them, instead of squeezing the base of his cock in his palm and spilling on their backs. His eyes were locked onto the page, the human female's legs spread open, her cunt wet and inviting, another smaller image had her bent over, her puckered ass on display as she tugged on her nipples. 

Yautja didn't have nipples… he was fascinated. His slick cock pulsed in his hand as he kept quiet a growl, fingers now catching on the swollen barbs and pressing his knot back into the skin of his prepuce, it was probably the closest thing to a human pussy he would ever feel on his cock. So he used it, sliding the softer skin over the knot. The Yautjas eyes rolled back in his head. Just as he was about to burst the wall behind him hummed. 

The sound he had learned to associate with his companion taking a shower. How he wanted to explore her, learn her body, maybe have her do the same for him. Her soft little hands tracing over his scales, she would struggle to hold his cock. Maybe he would use her mouth like the girls in the photos…

He wished he could see her now… she always came out of the shower with her skin bright red, she liked to boil. 

His eyes fell on his mask. 

He didn't even try to argue with himself, quickly grasping it and sealing it to his face. The screens opened up and he navigated to the heat sensor. Immediately he got what he wanted. The room she was in was brighter than the ship, but her body glowed bright red. The advanced tech gave him a pretty good view of her naked body, not in extremely detailed but enough. He watched as she bathed herself under a stream of what certainly was near boiling hot water, raising her body temperature even higher. 

He just liked watching the way she moved, the way she stretched and ran her hands over herself, like a dance. He was close now, his cock leaking and producing more than enough slick, it was running down his wrist and onto his sprawled legs. But he didn't care about the mess, he was too focused on the bright silhouette of his partner. She raised her arms high. Running her hands through her hair and stretching her body, she turned and he got a good view of her breasts and thick ass. And that was enough for him to spill his seed. It had been a while since he had last touched himself, and the mess was substantial… he ripped off his mask and groaned in frustration. 

—-- 

The shuttle pod shook as it descended onto the planet below Eris sat in the passenger seat this time, Seht'ki had insisted he drive. Eris instead went through their region notes; a few teams had been to nearby areas without any had found nothing and had been off-world by the end of the solar cycle, which lasted a little longer than a day on earth. Their mission was easy and one that Eris had completed hundreds if not thousands of times, she had even been to this planet before, but had been collecting samples from a forested climate, now they were landing on a coastal beach. 

They landed a ways away from the shore line, or else the ship's legs would sink into the sand. Seht'ki lifted their large work pack, and his standard issue weapons, Eris had a gun she had never fired strapped to her leg, and her own pack of supplies, though most of their gear was being carried by Seht'ki. 

She had really grown to like the Yautja, not just out of necessity but she genuinely enjoyed his company. He had been a little distant to her at first, had kept to himself and it had been up to Eris to really push for interaction. But he had never denied her, in fact seemed welcoming of her presence, he was just shy. But soon they were on a schedule together and Eris’ life started to feel normal again. 

Seht'ki landed the shuttle with a light bump as the landing gear groaned under the supporting weight of gravity. From Eris previous notes gravity was a little heavier here. Packed up and ready they left the shuttle and trudged down the sloped metal door. 

Immediately the air smelled of the ocean. Salty and fishy, like rotting sea weed. They were about a half mile from the ocean, a small sandy hill between them and their target but as Eris had been trained, start taking samples immediately. They would travel out in straight lines from the ship, return to deposit samples and then head out again. It was the way things were done. You did not stray from the path. 

Seht'ki waited patiently, mandible clicking as he looked around cautiously. He didnt like not being able to see past the sandy hill. Eris didn't seem bothered but he could smell something big, something rotting. He watched as the little human scampered about, investigating plants and dirt, her sample collection system humming on her back. The Yautja rolled his shoulders. Feeling his weight under the increased gravity. He clicked his mandibles again, not confessing he was shit at echolocation. The skill would develop as he got older, for now all he was really only able to sense was the stuff he could already see. 

Eris straightened her back with a groan, she arched backwards on her hands and grinned at Seht'ki. “This Gravity is bullshit!”

Seht'ki nodded. It was heavy for him, which meant it was stronger than on Earth or Yautja Prime (the smaller of the two to be honest), the little human must be fighting for her life. But he would not insult her by offering to carry her packs, but if she demanded it of him he would do so.

He had grown increasingly more interested in the little creature, humans just had a way of infatuation when it came to Yautja it seemed. Despite their bodies being soft and spirits gentle, they had intelligence and cunning, and were stubborn, hardheaded, reckless things. He had learned from his short time with Eris. She kept insisting on building a friendship with him, and he had accepted it willingly enough. But he couldn't shake the knowing that his curious intentions were not pure.

If his investigation into humanity had ended with the night of second ownership human porn, if he had felt an ounce more shame about using his mask to spy on her through walls he would have stopped. But it seemed the first thing he was going to learn about himself on this work trip was that he was a pervert. He couldn't help it. His body had almost started reacting automatically to the sound of her starting the shower. 

He looked up, the clouds on this planet looked… strange. But if he was remembering the mission notes correctly those were storm clouds. 

—--

They were storm clouds. They ran over the sand as fast as they could, the storm clouds rolled overhead and rain pelted down, but within the rain, the wind picked up the sand and turned it into blades, the microscopic shards of stone and shell slicing away at their skin. Death by 1000 paper cuts. Seht'ki found his long legs taking him ahead, he had to look back at Eris, who was fighting her way up a sand dune, crying out when another tiny cut appeared on her arm. He cursed and slid down the hill, snatching her up like she was nothing and carrying her under his arm like a disobedient dog. She sputtered and tried to cling to his side the best she could until they were under the safety of the ship's hull. They both collapsed, gasping for air on the metal ramp. 

“Holy shit…” Eris started laughing, wincing as she stretched the now bleeding micro lacerations on her face. Seht'ki looked at her, understanding some of why his people called humans insane. 

“Lets get home…” he pulled himself up walking past Eris as she continued to laugh and drag herself up the ramp after him. She put away their samples in the rack and started locked down the ship as he warmed the engines. 

“That was crazy! It's been a while since something like that had happened! Make sure to note that “planet can rain glass”!” Eris started pulling off her outer layers of clothes, they were wet and getting cold, and her blood was staining the edges of her collar and sleeves. She dumped it in a storage net and continued her work in her skin tight tank top. Seht'ki didn't have much to do but watch her as he monitored the engines. The window of the ship was useless, the rain so thick it distorted everything and the sand turning to a muddy sludge and covering the glass. He was blind without the ship sensors. And he was distracted, he could taste her blood in the air.

Eris finished making sure the samples were safely stored before she looked at Seht'ki. “Oh! You're bleeding!” 

Seht'ki looked down at himself, the tougher scales on his shoulders had protected him but there were some areas on his neck and arms that stung, he was sure a few of the sensitive tendrils on his head had been nicked. Eris snatched up the first aid kit, still ignoring the bright red that dripped from her face and shoulders. She was closer now, and Seht'ki could taste the blood, and it made his mouth water. His mandibles clicked and that's when he felt the sting. Too late to react, Eris had a glove on and some Yautja safe antibiotics and cleansing wipes. 

She reached out and ran her fingers over the delicate membrane of his mandible, he couldn't help the sigh, his cheek quivering under her touch. His eyes even threatened to water. He was sure she had no idea that Yautja mandibles were… sensitive. They were delicate and because of that, they didn't touch each other like that. The idea being… if someone was close enough to touch them you better already be mating. Thus making the entire idea of facial touching pretty erotic. Couples would tickle each other's faces with their mandible fangs, it was their way of kissing. And it would start with touch. Like how Eris was running her finger over his cheek with her gloved hand. Thank the gods for that. If it had been the full heat of her body-

“damn I cut my glove on your fang… I’m sorry…” she pulled it off and poured sanitizer over his hands instead. “You really got cut up bad on your face, Seht'ki.”

“Not so bad.” He flinched but not at any pain, at the way she touched his face again. While she tended to his wounds, and he let her, her chest got closer and closer to him. Breasts. Fascinating parts of humans. Yautja didn’t produce milk, pregnancy lasted longer, and babies were born able to eat mashed up food, often a mated pair would chew and spit food directly into the mouths of their infant. There were small creatures that were similar to mammals on Yautja Prime, so the concept wasnt unfamiliar, the idea of breasts, but all creatures he knew that had mammary tissue only grew breasts around heat cycles, perhaps that is why Yautja considered humans so erotic, they constantly looked like they were prepared to breed. 

Seht'ki couldn't keep his eyes off them. And the smell of her blood was getting worse, their bodies were warming in the safety of the sealed ship. “You are bleeding too…” he muttered.

“Oh yeah, I am. I can take care of that later.” She was taking a while, and he was starting to wonder if she was just taking the opportunity to touch him. 

“I can take care of you.” He stated, reaching up and taking her wrist in his hand. The world stopped. Her hand cupping his cheek froze. His massive hand dwarfing her arm. He could snap it if he wanted to. Instead of pulling away he guided her hand to his chest, below where a few cuts on his neck bled. 

“Do you hurt here too?” She whispered, her eyes were locked with his suddenly. He wondered if she could sense his panic around her. He needed her hand off his face for a moment, moving it to his chest seemed to have signaled something to her. He could smell it in the air. “I'll uh… need to get closer.”

Before he knew it she was crawling onto his lap, straddling his thighs and pushing his face out of the way to expose his neck. Like a submission. His mandible flared and he growled as she touched him, she flinched as she felt the vibrations in his body but she kept running the fast healing ointment on his neck. “Does it sting?”

“No.” He grunted. He tried to keep his mandibles sealed closed over his mouth, but nature took over and he could help but scent the air, the delicate membranes in his mouth tasting her. He leaned forward, just a little, getting a little closer to the cut on her neck, a single line of red dripped down and was following the line of her clavicle and down between her breasts. He wondered if humans produced milk their entire lives, if that was why they were always so swollen. Yautja couldn’t even digest dairy products humans were so fond of, it made them sick to their stomachs… though Seht’ki had once taken medicine that had allowed him to eat ice cream. Other than that any and all milk ruined his stomach…and yet he was feeling the desire to lock his jaws around her tits and suckle. He hoped she didn't mind teeth…

“SEHT'KI-!” Eris jumped, now standing before him, her hand on her neck. Seht'ki tasted copper on his tongue. Had he… “did you just lick me?”

He panicked, and it was probably visible. But she was looking at him with curiosity. “Yes… its uh… I was soothing the wounds.”

“By licking them?”

He nodded. Trying to eat his own foot. 

“Is that something Yuatja do?” 

It is not. “It is what I did.”

“Oh okay… um… well it tickles.” She relaxed and laughed a little, taking her hand away. “I think I got them all.” 

The ship engines rang out just as Seht'ki was about to see if he could keep doing it. He would lick her like a candy if she let him. He flinched at his own thoughts. He was such a creep…

He leapt at the controls, desperate to remove himself from the awkward moment. He flipped on the pilot controls and urged the ship off the ground, it shuddered, and then every alarm started going off, the main view screen, in both English and Yautja, flashed the warning. ‘Environmental danger’. They would not be able to take off, the storm would destroy the ship, Seht’ki scrambled at the controls, desperate for an override but there was no use. The Yautja smacked the control panel, roaring.

“Well that sucks…” Eris was in the seat beside him, looking over his shoulder at the controls, she pressed a few buttons and entered a few additional codes but there was no change. The ship refused to rise. Seht’ki shut down the engines, no need to waste fuel. He collapsed back into his chair, head leaning back in frustration. Eris appeared above him, before he realized what she was doing her hands were pushing his tendrils out of the way of the sides of his crest. He flushed, his skin darkening, his chest rising and falling. “Looks like we are having a sleep over big guy.”

—-

They had pulled out the stash of emergency rations from the wall panel, most of it expiring soon or passed it best by date, though Seht’ki swore those numbers were a scam. They sprawled out on the floor of the ship, sitting on folded fleece blankets and coats before them a feast spread over a heat saving silver blanket. They had the ship on low energy mode, so around them flash lights and battery powered lanterns flickered lighting their picnic. They had made a bit of a game of the meals. They would trade bites of food back and forth. Seht'ki was very suspicious of noodles for a while, he thought they looked like a common traditional dish of rodent intestines that he hated. Eris was having the meat sweats by the end of the experience. While there were a lot of dried fruits and vegetables, the majority of the diets were very meaty, very stewy, but very bland. She didn't really know how to comment besides just asking. “Does Yautja not believe in spices?”

Seht’ki considered his people's contributions to the spread and sighed. “This isn't a good representation, but most foods are passed down based on survival necessities, spices are saved for special occasions. They are a luxury for many.”

“Understood..” Eris picked up one of Seht’Kis Yautja meals, something like a stuffed pepper filled with meaty noodles. “This… this is my favorite one i think…” 

“Gun’tufa larvae… i love those…” he grabbed one of the white worms and dropped it into his maw.

Eris paused, her mouth half in a chew, before slowly continuing and swallowing. “They are… juicy..” 

Seht’kis mandibles twitch, the upper fangs stretching out singularly and at uneven angles. A smile. 

The night grew cold and they pair started yawning, it was Eris who suggested sleep first, pulling down a cot from the wall on her side of the ship, it was made with blankets and pillows and ready to go, began removing her uncomfortable outer layers, the heavy pants she wore over her leggings fell to the ground in a pile and were left there. Seht’ki was a little shy about undressing, peeling off his armor bit by bit and eyeing Eris for any indication of insult. Humans were weird about nudity…

But Eris didn't stop him. “Do you care if I take off my leggings?”

Seht’ki had nodded his approval before he had realized; he had been unclipping his shin bracers, when he looked up his view was off Eris’ barely covered ass, tight shorts covered very little of her. He growled lightly, he couldn't help it, but he covered it with a cough, before shedding getting down to his tunic and unfolding his own cot. 

The second he sat on the small bed it creaked and then snapped off the wall. Seht’ki crumpled down onto the metal below with a yelp. He leaned back, looking around in confusion before meeting the gaze of Eris with embarrassment. She was on him in a moment. He preferred her under the sheets, where he couldn't see her thick legs. Where he couldn't scent her so easily…

He jumped back from her touch. “Im.. im okay..”

“Im sorry..” she knelt down, looking at a tag on the cot. “Damn it… i didnt realize… this is the human one…” she looked to her own cot. “... Yautja…”

“It's okay, I have slept on much worse.”

“Absolutley not!” she stood, “this is your bed, I should have known better! Please take it. I can sleep anywhere.”

“It would not be right.” Seht’ki shook his head standing, immediately starting to arrange the thick sleeping mat and blankets. Behind him there was a drag and a slap, he looked over his shoulder to see Eris dragging the sleeping mat onto the floor, the blankets to follow. 

“We can sleep together…. I mean… on the floor… at the same time…” she looked at him defiantly, as if she hadn't just slipped and implied they do more than sleep. It was her turn to blush. 

Seht’ki groaned as settled. They both got comfortable. Side by side and rod straight on their backs, hands clasped on their chests they ignored each other. They stared at the ceiling, the hum and gentle rock of the ship from the storm outside keeping them alert. An hour went by before Eris signed in frustration, sitting up she looked to her side to the Yautja pretending to be asleep.

“I know you are awake…”

“How”

“You snore in your sleep, I hear it through the walls.”

“I do not.”

“You do.” She dragged over her pack, reaching down into it, searching deep until she found what she was looking for. “Want to break some rules?”

The Yautja sat up, stretching, he had been close to dozing. But everytime his mind settled it drifted to thinking about the human by his side. He had been furiously concentrating on keeping his cock inside his body. But he could taste her in the air, and she was like honey on his tongue. 

She pulled out a large metal flask, popping open the lid and taking a drink. She handed it to Seht’ki. He took it, struggling with the flask a little, human liquid containers were difficult to navigate around mandibles and teeth sometimes. But he was able to pour the burning liquid into his maw. He coughed but went for seconds. Eris laughed. “We need us a game…”

“A game?”

“Yeah how about… questions?”

“How are questions a game?” Seht’ki took a third drink, and handed back the flask. 

“We ask each other whatever we want. If you don't want to answer… you take a drink.” Seht’ki thought about it for a second. More worried about what he might ask Eris after a few drinks than what she would ask him. 

“Yeah, okay…”

“Ill do first,” Eris took a drink, just for fun before visibly thinking. “Do Yautja… have toe beans?”

“Toe beans?” Seht’ki laughed, not really sure if that was something gross or not. He was certainly not a stranger to the concept of dirt between his toes. 

“Yeah like a cat? Have you ever seen one of those?” Eris smiled. “Tiny feline predators have little pink… beans… on their feet.”

Seht’ki instead lifted his foot and bent the knee, crossing it over the other showing Eris the bottom of his foot. And there on the bottom of his feet, under each toe, dark thick skinned toe beans, like that of a canine or tiger. “Are these… beans?”

“Yes!” Eris leaned forward, her hand immediately grasping his foot and pressing on the toe pads, pushing forward the claws. “Beans! So cute!”

Seht’ki laughed, allowing her to explore his foot and leg at her will. He did not understand her fascination, but he was willing to let her. He fought desperately to keep in the laugh from the way her small fingers ticked his feet. “Your turn!”

She didn't stop playing with his toes though, not until he started speaking. “What does human hair feel like?”

Eris looked up at him, a little confused for a moment. Seht’ki was worried he had asked about something forbidden, but the next second Eris was pulling her hair from its braid, and was pushing it over her shoulder, offering it to Seht’ki. The Yautja reached forward, his claw carding though the locks gently. He couldn't help it, he let out a content purr. It was soft, and now oout of the braid it smelled of shampoo and flowers, and vanilla. The way she smelled when she got out of the shower. He pet her hair for a few moments, before getting nervous he had been doing so for too long. 

“Is it soft?”

“Very.” he nodded, how mandibles clicking as he collected himself. He was glad she didn't have his sense of smell, or she may notice his desire for more exploration of her body. His eyes drifted from her breasts to her thighs again. 

“Does your name have a meaning?”

“It means ‘big eater’... or consumer? It doesnt mean the same thing as it does in human language… umm…” Seht’ki thought for a moment, trying to figure out a way to explain cultural inclinations of his name. “Its more like… ‘haver of great wealth’? You consume your prey after a hunt, so… if you eat a lot, you must have many successful hunts. Its a good name… kinda common to be honest.” He shrugged. He liked his name well enough, he had never wished it was different.

“Does your name have meaning?”

“Yeah, its kinda dramatic. Its the name of a human goddess from a long time ago… she was the sister to the god of war, Ares, it means ‘strife’ or…  ‘chaos’... though I was named after the dwarf planet with the same name.” 

“That is a fitting name.” Eris stuck her tongue out at the Yautja playfully, grinning. She agreed with him. She missed how he blushed.

“Okay my turn…” she pondered for a moment. “Am I a good shipmate?”

He took a drink from the flask sitting between them, or at least he tried, she leaned forward and slapped him on the knee. He snorted a laugh, coughing on the alcohol in his throat. Yautja enjoyed ales and beers, similar to cider, but they had never developed much stronger. Doing that required more farming than any Yautja would be caught dead doing. Humans loved alcohol, they loved farming too. Well Yautja did have C’ntlip… but Seht’ki hated the stuff and never touched it, it wasn’t too different from what he was drinking now… which he also hated.  “How do I answer that!”

“I don't know!” She laughed. 

“Okay…” He thought, pushing his predlocks over his shoulder. “I was… nervous about living on a ship with a human, you are very strange creatures and… but you have turned out to be not so bad.” 

“Okay, ill take ‘not so bad’.” she smiled at him. He had gotten used to how humans showed their teeth when they were happy. Normally the more teeth you saw the more danger you were in. and yet with humans it was the opposite. 

Seht’ki only took a second to consider his question. Maybe the alcohol was working on him more than he thought it would… Human drinks were funny like that. “Your old partner, Ya’Koaln, he was Yautja too, you must like living with Yautja.”

“I didn't hear a question in there.”

“Do you like living with Yautja?”

“Well… living with you is way different from Ya’koaln. He was, well he was an old man, right? He did old man things. He liked to be in his room a lot and read-”

Oh Seht’ki knew all about the elders previous reading habits. 

“-he talked a lot more and he liked to play games, board games. You, well, i mean…” She looked him up and down, he shivered, he felt like prey under her eyes. “... you are a lot less old.”

Seht’ki laughed. Eris liked how Yautja laughed. It was a loud rumbling deep in their chests, they chattered their mandibles against their teeth, their cheeks flared and waved with their rapid breaths, it was warm, and precious… rare. She treasured hearing his laugh. “I am a lot less old.”

“Why… I've been wondering…” She looked a little nervous for a moment. “I was taught that all Yautja do is hunt, and then train and prepare to hunt. Your entire cultural identity is going off planet and hunting big monsters…”

“So what is your question?”

“Why are you here… not hunting…? And… and… and whats the point of hunting so much? Like why do you need to hunt so much…” 

“Thats more than one question.”

“Have you ever been on a hunt?”

Seht’ki drank from the flask, a deep long real drink. And stayed silent.

“Really?”

“Its the game is it not?”

“Fine.”

“Do you prefer Yautja to your own people?”

It was a rather cold question, he hadn't meant it to be so blunt, but in the weeks he had known her she had spoken of a single human she knew. Even he had perhaps mentioned family and friends he had left behind. She only spoke of her old partner, but other than that made no indication that she had anyone outside the ships walls. 

She drank deeply from the flask. He accepted her answer. Eris looked at him up and down. Her eyes landing on his face, he twitched self consciously. “Do Yautja kiss?”

Seht’ki jumped for a moment, not really sure how to answer besides just giving a simple. “Yes.”

“How?”

“Thats two questions.”

“Fine. next time.”

Seht’ki realized that it was much more stressful to be asking the questions than it was to answer them. Asking the wrong question, it implied things… “Are humans… apex?”

“Predators? Yeah you could say that. Though lots of things on Earth could in fact kill us if they tried, we became alpha with our minds. Being smarter than everything else…”

Seht’ki chuckled. “Low bar then.”

Eris smacked his arm, grinning wide. “My turn! How do Yautja kiss.”

“With our faces.” 

“Hey come on! Answer the question.”

“I did.”

Eris glared at Seht’ki. He got the message and signed, he thought about taking a drink from the flask, he really did… but he looked up at Eris and thought to himself. ‘Dont be coward’. “We use… out mouths but its not.. Like humans… no lips…” he touched his face. “We use our mandibles and… tickle? Eachothers faces… tongues are used during mating… mostly licking. One may hold another tongue in their teeth as a act of dominance during mating…”

“That sounds… nice.”

“It is.” he nodded, vaguely thinking about the few experiences he had had. He missed the hungry look Eris gave him. 

“Okay… uh your turn.”

He spoke without thinking. “Do humans always have such large breasts?”

Eris barked out a laugh, unable to keep it inside for even a moment. Seht’ki panicked that he had said something wrong when she took a drink. “Oh sorry, I was just getting a little dry… seems like neither of us are very shy, hu.” Eris pondered for a moment. 

“Humans are mammals… so yes…  females like me have breasts that naturally grow though there are a lot of reasons someone else may have large breasts so its not really a rule.” She leaned forward, pressing her chest together with her arms. “They are for feeding babies but… not only for that. Everyone loves a boob.”

Seht’ki definitely loved a boob. He loved two boobs. Right in front of him, the collar of her shirt low and stretched over the soft skin. It was her turn, she bit her lip as she stared at Seht’ki. She had to know his eyes were locked on her chest, that his breathing was heavy and slow, that his mouth clicked nervously. “Seht’ki… do you… want to touch me?”

Silence filled the ship. Seht’ki was pretty sure his heart stopped beating for a moment. His eyes leapt up to meet her gaze, his mouth clicked a few times, scenting the air, tasting her arousal, tasting his own. He nodded his head yes before he knew what he was agreeing too. But before had even moved she had ripped off her shirt, her breasts cradled in two fabric cups and strapped to her body. She scooted forward, reaching out for his hand, he lay his palm in hers and gave over control to her. Holding back the urge to just reach out with both hands and grope her. Eris guided his hand to her chest and lay his palm on her tits. She dropped her and chewed her lip and she waited for him to explore at his own pace. 

Seht’ki gulped air down as his hand squeezed, petting over the skin and fabric of her breast. She was leaning into his touch, chewing the inside of her cheeks. Gasping as his hands brushed over her thinly covered nipple. He pulled back, like he had hurt her, but she grabbed his hand and held it there. “Just sensitive… it's okay… it uh… feels good.”

“It does… is uh… that…”

“It's what I want.” she blurted out. Her face bright red and eyes shaking. 

“Okay…” Seht’ki used both hands, gently squeezing and petting over her tits, lifting them and pressing them to her body. He tugged on the strap of her bra, making it snap against her skin. They both jumped. “sorry ... .what is… is it armor?”

She laughed. “It's just… it keeps my tits from bouncing around when I walk or… yeah. It's a bra.”

“They bounce?”

“Yeah.” She leaned back on her knees, pushed herself up and inching herself forward closer to  Seht’ki, she was almost on his lap again. Her arms were bent behind her, she was releasing the clasps on her bra, letting the fabric fall away and exposing her chest to him completely. She lifted himself up and down on her knees, making her tits bounce with the movement. Seht’ki growled, his mouth clicking and mandibles flaring. His tongue ached to taste her, he settled for scenting the air again. “It's your turn..”

“My turn to what…”

“A question, Seht’ki.” his hands were back on her tits, thumbs and claws gliding over her nipples and smooth skin. He squeezed and pinched, tolling the puckering flesh between his thumb and finger. 

“...can… can I kiss you?” he asked, so quietly he almost hoped she wouldn't hear. But she did, and she nodded. She inched forward, leaning her chest into his palms and inching towards his face. 

“Please…” she paused close enough to his face that she could feel his breath on her skin. “Is… is this okay…”

Seht’ki wished he had more arms. Four… maybe six… so he could touch and squeeze and hold her all at the same time. But he released one of her breasts, leaning forward and cupping her face in his hand, it was so small, so delicate. Her fragile bones so precious in his fingers. Her eyes were watering, wavering over his features, no doubt studying him the way he studied her. They were alien to each other. 

He leaned forward, inching her face towards hers. His fingers were sharp and he tried to be careful, stretching his mandibles outwards and running the fangs over her face, keeping clear of her eyes. His skin tingled, his gut churned, he purred deep in his chest as his mandibles slowly traced over her skin, inching over cheeks and jaw, he could taste her breath in his mouth, his mouth opening automatically. He wanted to taste more of her. Then he felt it. Soft lips on his teeth, and on the soft tissue around them. She was kissing him back. He felt her tongue then… sliding over his sharp incisors, pressing into his mouth, laying flat over his teeth. He returned the kiss, he gently bit down on her tongue, his own coming up and meeting it, rubbing delicately against hers. His fang caught in her hair and gave it a tug, it wasn't intentional but she winced, he panicked and pulled away quickly. But honestly they both needed the breather, his hand left her breast and rested on her hip, his other pushing her hair back out of her face again, enjoying the silky softness again. They both panted, her eyes were blown wide, and she smelled warm, and sweaty, there was heat that he could taste coming from below them both. “It's… it's your turn to ask…”

Eris looked like she smacked out of a daze. She blinked a few times then lowered herself onto his lap. He could feel the searing heat between her legs though the blankets over his lap. She looked him up and down. “Have you thought about fucking me before?”

Seht’ki took a long deep drink. He didn't care about the rules of the game anymore. He needed all the help he could get.  “Yes… yes…”

She nodded, her hands coming up as she leaned her chest against his, her lips came to press against his outer mandible, trailing kisses over his cheek and neck, running her fingers over his tentril hair. 

“Show me… show me how to please you…”

“That wasn't a question...” she was still kissing over his scaled skin, he wasn't too sensitive to touch where she was but he wasn't going to stop her. He would rather die than stop her. Seht’ki rolled his eyes at her, his hand reaching down and squeezing the fat on her ass. Yauutja didn't have much fat on their bodies… it was just how they were built… lean and muscular… he liked the warm soft flesh…

“WIll you… will you show me how to please you?”

“Will you show me how to please you?” she repeated back at him, leaning away and getting a good look at his face, her brow was raised. He felt like she was waiting for an answer.

“Yes.” he nodded. “But you first…” 

She nodded perfectly okay with that. She dropped backwards onto their bedding, and shimmied off her panties, and tossed them to the side, his eyes followed them. It spread her scent through the air, it was so thick in the shuttle that it was suffocatingly thick, but he gulped it down, tasting her with the roof of his mouth, his mandibles flared,pulling in the air. “Should I…” 

He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled his tunic over his head, pushing away the tight under clothing he wore, his prepuce sheath was soaking, she eyed him curiously but didn't say anything, she looked like she was hungry…. He was just hoping his anatomy didn't scare her. They were physically so different… and she was so delicate and small, he didn't want to hurt her… he rolled forward, taking his place along her side, his legs tucked under him as he ran his hand up between her thighs. 

Her hand reached down and grabbed his wrist, but she instead of placing it at her core, seemed to be inspecting his fingers. “Those claws gotta go buddy, or we're gonna be skipping steps…”

“My claws?” he inspected his hand, “oh!” he quickly chewed at the sharp tips until they were rounded down and Eris called them acceptable. She kissed each finger, licking until his skin was soaked, before she leaned back, placing her own hand on her cunt and spreading her skin folds her him. He watched as she chewed her lip and ran her fingered up the delicate slit. The way the red flesh glistened and flushed it looked like a wound, the way the dark curling hair was visibly soaking. Females of his own kind were much more… utilitarian. His disarmed fingers reached down to join hers, he wanted to feel that heat on his fingers. It didn't disappoint, his burning flesh making him shiver. He followed her lead, watching as she traced through her cunt and then made circles around a small hard nub at the crest of her lips. He liked how she gasped and shuddered when he did that, so he kept doing it. Assulting the nub and making her eyes roll back in her head, she lay back on the blankets, nude and exposed to him. “Does this…. Is this right?”

“Yeah… thats my… my clit, feel good… but dont forget to…” She reached down and smacked his hand away. “Gonna finish me off too fast if you keep doing that! It's not a damned door bell!” she laughed, pushing his hand down further, he felt the tight flesh of a hole at the bottom of her body. He didn't need much instruction there, he was male afterall, he knew what to do with a hole.

He pushed one finger into her slowly, pulling back and forth slowly, fucking his finger into her. He hoped it wasn't the only thing he was able to push into her body, but from the feel of it he might not fit. He wasn't the biggest of his species, but didn't feel like he was lacking anything. But Yautja had… a few more mechanics involved than the smooth pretty looking human cocks she must be used too. She moaned and lay back again, exploding her body to him, opening herself up, he wanted to explore more of her. He kept his finger deep in her cunt, fucking her slow with the digit as he leaned forward. His mandibles twitching wildly, gathering the scented air to his mouth. His face was nearly pressed into her skin, his fangs catching and tugging on her skin. She chuckled, “it tickles…” she whispered

Seht’ki rumbled in his chest, Yautja command to stay still, Eris obeyed without understanding. She lay under him and patiently let him explore her body. He ran his tongue over her stomach, fangs nibbled on skin and closer and closer to her breasts. He pulled his finger from her and brought it to his mouth, tasting the slick that clung to his hand. His hand grasped her breast again, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh. “You can… uh… humans like using their mouths on each other…" 

He must have looked confused because she quickly continued. “I mean you dont have to, i dont know if… if you have the anatomy to suck on.. Its okay if you dont…”

“I can try, if… it's what brings you pleasure..” Seht’ki lowered his head to her breast, he seemed, more aware of his mandibles than one would usually be of a natural body part, he seemed to look down his face like he was checking on their location. He opened his fanged mouth, he knew his teeth were sharp but he could be gentle. He didn't have lips, but there was a soft layer of skin that did lower over his gums and roots of his teeth… he laid his tongue out flat, covering his lower teeth. It was enough, with the plush flesh of her breast enough to fill his mouth he was able to replicate a suckling motion with his tongue and inner cheeks it wasn't a perfect seel, and sometimes there was a loud slurping noise but it was worth it with the way Eris immediately reacted under him. He reached back down between her legs and pushed two fingers into her this time, testing to see what her body to tolerate. There was no negative reaction from her, in fact the opposite. She grasped at his tendrils and pulled, sending shocks down his spine, she scratched at his back and her legs slipped around his hips, lining their bodies up more comfortably. 

She was moaning and wiggling below him, then something happened. He had been playing to see how she reacted to him going back and forth between what she had called her ‘clit’ and her slick hole, she had gripped him tighter and had some kind of spasm. She nearly screamed into his ear. Before he could wonder what had happened she was pushing him away. He pulled his soaked hand from her reluctantly. 

“Fuck… okay… okay… stop for a second..” she gasped, pushing his spiked forehead away from her chest. He reluctantly ripped himself from her. There was something so soothing about having the soft delicate skin between his jaws, something that made his mind go fuzzy and blank, he had been content to use his hand to fuck her, his mouth to taste her. He sat back on his haunches as she pushed herself up and crawled towards him, her eyes were blown wide and her body moved like she was stalking prey, like she was stalking him. “Teach me how to touch you…”

She was leaning over him, encouraging him to lay back on the furs and let himself be explored. He suddenly felt a little self conscious. He looked down at himself, and for a moment found his one body strange. But he mirrored her, knowing he couldn't be worried of rejection from her at this point. “You can… touch here, use your fingers like I did on you…”

She softly lay her hand over his soft prepuce, the skin already opening up as his half hard cock pressed out from his body. Her finger tips slid over the tapered head as she gently pressed into the opening. He immediately purred under her. It had been so long since someone else had touched him, and her hands were so warm and so velvet compared to himself. In time with the pulse of his heart his cock emerged from its sheath, and lay in Eris palm, her fingers failing to close around its girth, she seemed moments from drooling over him. “Its… so beautiful…” she whispered

Seht’ki blushed, “Oh uh… thank you?” his hips gently pushed into her tight fist, watching as the fleshy barbs along the sides flared, and bounced as she ran her hand up and down his cock. He had never had someone, look at him the way she currently was. Yes she was pleasing him, coaxing his cock to its full mast, but she was inspecting his anatomy. Her small curious hands playing with his prepuce skin, now rolled and bunched up the fat base of his cock, she squeezed the spongy base of him, where she could feel his pulse strongest, where his knot would form, she traced the lines and curves of the underside all the way up to the tapered end and flat glands that made up the head. 

“What are these for…” She asked. Of course she asked about the barbs… he finched, unsure of how to explain in a way that didn't sound painful to her.

“They are… uh, they keep the female still, from escaping after submission…”

She looked up at him curious. “...escaping?”

“Its not like… umm… Yautja mate differently, even more different in the past. We don't usually…” he gestured to their bed and her. “It is not always so gentle… females are bigger, stronger, they do not submit easily like human women like too…”

“Oh…?” she asked, raising an eye brow. “I'm sure there are a few human women who would love to change your opinion on that one…”

Seht’ki flinched, he didn't mean to offend her, it was just hard to explain that mating another Yautja could sometimes be a life or death battle. “I would let you try…” 

“Perhaps another time…” she looked down at his cock again. “I think I'll leave using this thing up to the expert tonight, we can save the whips and cuffs for next time?”

She continued to stroke and explore his cock, she kept pulling her fingers away from his skin, long strings of lubricant sticking to her fingers. She seemed fascinated, almost making a game if trying to bunch up the slick and then slide it back down over his cock. It was driving him insane. But he let her play, and he made sure to be honest with how it made him feel when she touched certain areas. He wanted her to learn, to know that the tapered head of his cock was more sensitive than the underside, that pressure on his knot glands made his eyes roll…. There was a freedom with her too, she didn't have Yautja judgements. It was… a little undignified to allow your female partner to place their fingers within the prepuce sheath… it was seen as a submissive behaivor… but Seht'ki had always liked it, he always did it to himself, but had never been able to have a partner do it for him. And she had dove straight in… his hips rolled under her touch, it was too much but not enough all at the same time.

 He reached down and lay his hand over her, guiding her to his pleasure. “Would you… would you like to use your mouth on me? Is it the human thing to do?” 

“Fuck yes i do…” she dove down immediately, her tongue rolling out of her mouth, her hands heald him firmly at the base while her tongue licked a long the underside of the shaft. She repeated it a few times, letting the tip of her tongue play with the barbs around the base of his cock. The visual was almost better than the sensation. Though her tongue was like fire on his skin, and wet, and soft… like how the inner wall of her cunt had felt. He watched as the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth, she bobbed her head and he felt what had to be the back of her throat, his tapered cock easily sliding down the tight hole of her throat. He bucked, unconsciously, she gagged and sputtered but didn't stop. He watched in equal parts horror and fascination as she quite literally tried to fuck her own throat on his cock. He was unsure if Humans had any kind of sexual pleasure receptors in their mouths or throats, it would certainly make eating a much different experience, but whatever drove her to do so, he hoped she never wanted to stop. 

Drool was pouring out of the corners of her mouth as the skin stretched as far as it would go, and she had hardly made it half way down his cock, the rest of him she squeezed and stroked with her hands. He was gasping and rolling his hips into her touch as gently as he could, fighting the want to fuck her throat like a cunt. At least until he looked down, and caught her looking up at him. Through tears that clung to her lashes and ran down her face. Before he could prompt her to stop to check on her, she grasped his clawed hand that he had kept obediently at his side the entire time and placed it on her head. He didn't really know exactly what she wanted, but the second her soft hair came into contact with his skin his hand made a fist. Clawing up a handful of her thick curls, and then holding on as she continued to try and swallow him whole. She seemed to like what he was doing, however, he kept catching her looking up at him with her sad wet eyes, like a little prey animal…

Something woke up in his brain the second he made the connection… the predatory part of him, the dominate, aggressive, possessive part of him, and he felt like he could understand what she wanted, that she wanted to be played with, before he went in for the kill… both his hands grasped the sides of her head, clawing at her hair, and taking over control of her movement. She kept her hands on his cock, squeezing a pulsing the knot glands, she'd be making them swell if she wasnt careful… he used her head as a toy, her hung limp off the end of her neck, allowing him to fuck her throat, she coughed and sputtered, she stretched her mouth as wide as it would go and gasped for breath between strokes. She let him use her…

Seht'ki nearly lost himself, his cum would have drowned her… he pulled her off finally and let her drop. She clung to his legs as she sputtered and gasped, her face covered in foamy slick from his cock. She smelled like him now… he leaned forward, instinct over powering the cross cultural uncertainty. He licked her face clean, his tongue pressing into her mouth and tasting himself there. His mandibles nibbled at her skin and tickled her face, she responded like a good little mate, she opened her mouth wide for him, her breath making him shiver but he was addicted to the taste of her tears. He only stopped when she was clean. The sad gazing at each other. Both panting and too far gone for rational thought.

“I want you to fuck me…” she whispered at him. Nuzzling her face against the side of his. She bit at his neck, in the way a Yautja mate would if they were… well trying for something more. He knew she didnt know better, but he let himself feel anyway. He nodded against her skin as he nipped at her neck. “...fuck me however Yautja fuck…”

He pulled away, just enough to look into her eyes and nod again. He huffed the air deep into his lungs, he would do his best to be gentle. He grabbed her shoulders in his hands and urged her to turn around, both of them standing up on their knees, he pressed himself to her back and pulled her hair away from her neck, he licked and tickled with his mandibles. “Are you sure… i dont… want to hurt you…”

“I want you too…”

He gulped. It was difficult. Normally the female was larger than him, and he was clinging to her back and fighting for his life. It was a wrestling match, and he would have to restrain her… an male who couldn't dominate a female wasn't worth reproducing with. But this female was willing to willingly submit. He didn't have to fight her, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his strength, his restraint. “If it's too much…”

“We can always stop…” she cupped his face, in her palm, pressing him to her neck. She pressed a kiss to his crest, she was comforting him…

Seht'ki wrapped his arms around her middle squeezing and petting her skin, cupping her stomach in his large palm and pressing down, feeling the pillow soft of her flesh. He wondered if his cock was big enough to feel when it was inside her… would her stomach bulge out…

He cleared his throat and growled, deep in his chest. She didn't move, he did it again, pressing on her shoulders. He wanted to push her down onto her front, females knew to present… but maybe she didn't know… though he had seen plenty of humans in what they called “doggie” style. He placed a hand between her shoulders and another on her stomach, bending her at the hip like on a hinge. He growled again… “...present…”

She let herself be manipulated this time, bracing herself and shoving pillows underneath her hips, she shook her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him with a grin, shaking her ass back and forth slowly. What she felt instead of his hands was his tongue on her back, mandibles pinching and squeezing her flesh until he reached her shoulder. There he clicked his mandibles in her ear, his hands finally finding their places on her hips. He didn't think about how the angle was a little too sharp for his back, normally he was stretched out along the length of a female, normally really putting in the effort to submit her, here he covered Eris entirely with his body. He reached down between them, and lined up his cock with the heat of her cunt, the tapered end finding her hole immediately and catching. He pressed forward, worried burying himself too quickly would quite literally split her in half. 

She moaned, it was quiet and controlled, like she was hiding it from him. He growled at her again, he wanted to hear her scream… his mandibles pinched her shoulder harder, his teeth threatening to bite. He pushed his cock in further, deep enough that she would be starting to feel the stretch around him. He clicked again, heavily breathing onto her neck. She moved, shifted, maybe just got comfortable under him but instinct acted before he could think, and his claws bared down on her, threatening to draw blood from the sharp points. He inched forward more. 

Her body was fire against him. Long ago Yautja laughed at how warm humans were, it made them easy prey, basic tracking equipment, though Yautja could even use the pit organs that lined the underside of their mandibles to locate them. To a Yautja. Humans were walking light beacons. Seht'ki was starting to question everything about his culture, his cock a forth of the way burried in a human, instead of hunting them, they really could have been fucking them instead. Her body was as wet for him as his cock was, the slide between them so easy, but her small body was already squeezing him, her walls fluttering and almost gulping him deeper. He struggled to control himself, letting himself rock his hips gently thrusting with just the tapered head of his cock into her. 

“Seht'ki…. More…” her face was hidden from him, his jaws still wrapped around her neck and shoulder, keeping her immobile. But it seemed she was able to maneuver a hand away from underneath herself, she bent her elbow and cupped the back of Seht'kis head, grabbing a handful of tendrils at the root and pressing him hard into her body, petting the side of his crest like she was trying to comfort him. “Good boy… you can give me more… you are making me feel so good…”

Seht'ki had a strong will, but he was a living creature of organic matter. Seht'ki could bleed, he could cry, he could break… and shatter into a million pieces. His jaw releases her finally, as he pulled away he saw he had left deep purple indentations on her skin, his much sharper mandibular fangs had left pin needle punctures over her skin. He hadn't been able to scent the blood while his mouth had been sealed over her trapezus muscle but he certainly could now. Sweet honey covered the inside of his mouth, his tongue aching to lick away the small streams of blood traveling down her neck and body. He was only Yautja…

He leaned down to clean her, licking the blood from her skin, his slowly pistoning hips slowed even more, but when he pushed into her, he didn't hold back when her felt her tight walls spasm around him, he pushed in further, the fleshy barbs on his cock one by one stretched and popped passed the ring of flesh that struggled to stretch and accommodate his girth. He felt then stretch and latch on to her inner walls, locking her against him. 

Her neck was clean, he reared back looking down on her, he straightened his hips and she hung off his cock. Stretching the skin of her cunt outwards. He worried she would be able to fit his knot… he could break her… but she had taken the thickest part of him, the barbs shrinking in size close to his sensitive knot glands.

She would take it.

She was gasping for breath and clawing at the blankets below them, a garbled mess of slurred encouragement and begging. His blood rushed in his ears, and heart felt like it was trying to burst out of his chest like a kainde amedha . His claws gripped her hips, another hand settling between her shoulders and pressed her down, bowing her spine in a sharp curve, her body in full submission to him. Never would a Yautja female so easily find herself in such a position, it would be incredibly taboo… sometimes you would only see on the darkest server nets. Seht'ki hadn't ever been brave enough to seek out images or videos like that… but he had heard about it, thought about it. What it would be like to have a female submit her body to him so willingly, to feed into the illusion his mind so desperately wanted to believe as true. That he was the ultimate hunter, the predator. That he deserved to mate and take and claim. He let himself believe it for the moment.

One hand gripped her hips, the other tangled in her hair, wrapping it around his knuckles like a rope and he jerked her backwards. She screamed as his cock finally sat fully sheathed inside of her. He could feel everything, every part of her soft, wet insides that clenched and quivered around him. The tighter pinch around the head of his cock made him realize he had breached her cervix, the head of his cock penetrated directly into her womb. His chest rumbled and mandibles clicked as he pulled her away from his cock, she stretched and pulled but the barbs kept her hanging off the end of his cock like a toy a size too small for him. His eyes caught sight of her face, tears in her eyes as unfocused pupils looked back at him from under her hair and passed soft blankets. She was panting, her tongue swollen and hanging over her teeth, she looked like a feral animal. 

Seht'ki had no problem lifting her torso in his hands. While he wasn't the strongest by miles, and Eris wasn't the smallest human female either for him she may as well have been. He slammed her back and forth on his cock like she was nothing. She tried to support herself but her arms weren't long enough to reach the floor with Seht'ki reared up on his knees. She let one dangle, the other grasped the hand at her hip, running a comforting thumb over his knuckles. It only encouraged him more. He was roaring now, his mandibles flared as he sputtered growls and curses in Yautja. The sound they were making filled the shuttle space, and the scent of her was so thick in his mouth, like all his scent pits were filled with cotton soaked in her juices. The lubricant from his cock was making a mess of them both, it leaked out from around her stretched lips and smeared over his thighs, and dripped onto the blankets below. It was loud, his ears registering the squelch her body made the deeper his cock pressed. His chest started to heave, even though she weighed nothing in his hands, he was desperate to keep filling his mouth with the scent of their union…

She slipped from his hands, dropping and catching herself on the floor, she turned, her spine twisting further than he would have thought it could. Her body pulling and twisting his cock as she tugged on him with her walls, the barbs keeping her in place once again.

“...turn… turns me…” she whimpered, her hand grasping his empty ones. “Want… I want to see you…”

He barely understood. He growled at her dangerously as she delicately spun her body, he could feel the pull of each nub on his cock slide over her walls, keeping their connection secure. It took a moment for her to be on her back, he leaned forward, letting her back settle against the blankets, her legs not long enough to cross, but they squeezed his sides, keeping her hips propped up. 

His knot began to swell. 

She looked up at him with watery eyes, reached up and pet the side of his face, running her fingers of his mandibles, he nuzzled into her palm. It was damp and smelled of her cunt, of his cock. She had been touching herself where he couldn't see. “...how humans… mate?”

“...sometimes…”

His fingers slid down her body, her neck, collar bones… breasts… his fingers traced over her body grasping and squeezing and exploring the front of her. It was… different. Yautja could mate face to face he guessed, he had never done it, he didn't know anyone who had thought it Interesting. It didn't show the submission his brain itched to get back. But this is what Eris wanted. And he had to remind himself this was an exploration for them both…

She grasped his hands and brought them to her mouth, kissing his palm and claws. Then guiding his hand to the base of her stomach. He pressed and felt the pressure against his cock. He pulled back on her hips, burring himself deep. Her stomach bulged out against his hand.

“You fill me so well…. Seht'ki….” She licked her lips, panting, she smiled up at him. “I can feel all of you…”

Seht'kis brain kinda just switched off. His eyes locked onto her stomach, watching his cock make her swell and shrink, swell and shrink. He was hypnotized. He watched as she pressed her elbows to her ribs, pressing her breasts together, they bounced with every moment. Every time he slammed her body down on his cock, every time he ground her down over his swelling knock, he couldn't help but watch as the soft parts of her body bounced. It was beautiful. Her hands ran up and down his forearms, squeezing and encouraging onward, rougher, harder, deeper, more… more… more…

He never knew humans to be so wanton for destruction. But it seemed all she wanted in the world was for him to ruin her… and he was happy to oblige. He was loosing control of himself, of his mind… his hands sliding forward and grasping her tits, squeezing and pinching them as he fucked into her body. Her hips were raised high off the ground, the harder he thrust, the more she bent. It didn't take long for her to be completely bent in half, her legs wrapped around his ribcage and tucked under his arm pits, her knees closer to her ears than he ever thought possible. But she begged for more…

He buried himself deep, just able to squeeze his swollen knot deep before it would be been too big to fit passed her rim, and he gasped and growled, a choked broken growl, what a Yautja would recognize as a cry left his mouth as his cock pulsed, and he spilled himself into her. His knot had them sealed tight, his body dropping over her, his arms caging in her head, as his mandibles flared around her face. He licked away the tears from her face as she gasped and groaned. She pressed her tongue to his mouth, laying it flat over his teeth once again, crying out as he bit down, holding her tongue in his jaws. She twitched and rolled her body under him, as her cunt drank up every drop of his seed. He released her tongue, needing to open his mouth wide to breath and gasp for air. 

“Seht’ki…”

He grunted. His cock jumped again, pouring more cum into her, she kept moving around him, demanding more from him. His knot would never go down at this pace. “...Eris… “

“Please… I was so close… one more…”

Seht’ki looked down at her, unsure of what she meant. Was she not satisfied with his cum? She wanted to be fucked again, when they were still paired? He hadn't even finished breeding her yet, his cock would continue to ejaculate more and more as long as his knot held. And her tight cunt held him very well. He must have looked confused enough for her to realize she needed to explain. 

She pushed her fingers down between them again, rubbing at the hard nub, her clit, she had called it. He leaned back and watched. His was buried deep in her, his knot had her stretched and pulled tight around him, she was basically dangling off his cock, her lips were spread wide and the dark flushed flesh beat and pulsed around him. Her fingers touched the nub again and he felt her body jolt and squeeze him, his body responded and pulsed out more cum, he watched, as she played with herself on his cock. He then realized that perhaps human females could cum similar to male Yautja, there was no climax for the females of his own species, their pleasure continued and built up but never spilled over, at least not in the way he understood. For them it was continuous, for as long as the male pleased them they would continue to desire more, exhaustion is what usually signaled the end for them. Human females appeared to operate differently, and he had missed it entirely. His fingers came down and pushed hers out of the way, liking the way she looked when she played with her breasts instead. He used the two declawed fingers again, rolling them over the clit like she had. “Fuck…  yes… yes Seht- Seht’ki-!”

Her body rolled, and contorted, it looked like she was in pain, he pulled his hand from her immediately, and good thing too since he needed his arms to catch himself. He dropped down, covering her again. He roared, and choked, and sobbed, her body dragging more cum from his empty body, he had nothing left to give her. Yet her cunt tightened and squeezed and begged for more, and his knot was a people pleaser. “Please… please… be still…. No more…” 

“Im… are you okay… Seht’ki?” 

He was quiet for a moment, then wrapping her up in his arms and holding her close to himself, he himself onto his back, her on top. “I am… okay… but you… I will keep… be still for a moment…”

She lay over his chest, resting her head between his pectoral muscles, his clawed hands petting up and down her body, running through her hair over and over. Finally he had his breath and mind back, he lightened his grip on her body, letting her prop herself up on his chest and looked down at him. He hissed as she moved, their bodies still tightly connected, his knot had never lasted this long before. He was a little impressed with himself. 

“Are you okay… Seht’ki?” she ran her hand over his face, cupping his jaw, running a thumb over the edge of his mandibular cheek. 

“Yeah I'm okay… I'm sorry, I didn't know human females could do that… it kept making me cum and… yeah, next time i will attend to you first.”

“Seht’ki i had already cum like… 3 times… “ She laughed. “Youll have to explain to me better later…” She kissed his face like she would another human, she didn't seem bothered that his flesh was rough and cool, or that every part of him was sharp and hard. She kissed him like some precious beautiful thing. “I was worried I had hurt you…”

“No… no not like that.” his hand pet over her head, he groaned as his knot pulsed inside her again, a few last kicks before it hopefully would go down and free them from the other. “I found… I found your body to be very…. Uh… pleasurable.”

She giggled, blushing and seemed embarrassed, shy even with his cock still pressed against her cervex. He wondered for a moment if humans were capable of carrying Yautja young… as far as he knew no one had really tried. Well if his seed didn't take after what they had just done he wasn't sure what would… he pushed the thought from his mind. “I found your body very pleasurable too…”

Seht’ki groaned and leaned back on the pillows. He closed his eyes and let Eris settle on his chest, she seemed content there and perfectly happy to run her fingers over his skin and spines and explore him to her heart's content. “Seht’ki?”

He grunted, nearing sleep finally, he didn't open his eyes as the human female ran her fingers over his long fangs. “Seht’ki… I um… i wanted to know if this… if you wanted to do this again.”

His eyes shot open. “Now?” he looked down at her as she lay sprawled over his body, still anchored to his cock. Though she seemed to be far from complaining. “I don't think i could-”

“No! No! Not now now…” she chuckled. “Holy shit no… but maybe um… in human culture we have relationships. We call it dating… two people promise to be together….”

“Like mates?” he nearly jumped out of his skin, he hadn't expected her to want to claim him so fast. He was a little struck and didn't really know what to say or think. Before he could ask to elaborate she answered his questions. 

“Um… i dont want to like… i dont know how it is with Yautja, perhaps it is like courting? You are together but not… like forever unless you want to. It's just, spending time together, sex, fun… stuff like that. Sorry… I'm being dumb!” She hid her face in his chest again, covering it with her hands this time. As if she could disappear from him and he wouldn't know she was still leashed to him. 

“Oh!” he calmed himself. Courting… she wanted him to court her, he could do that. He had been thinking of doing it for a while now, though they had skipped a few steps. He didn't know how humans courted each other but he was sure he could find out. She wanted to be with him… he understood that. He wanted to be with her. “Yes, yes I'd like to… keep this going with us.”

“Good.” she looked up at him, from where she was hiding by his collar bone.