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It was late when Tau stumbled through the door, lugging a huge canvas bag behind them. The fabric stretched taut at its seams, and it looked like the shape of whatever was crammed inside had sharp corners that jutted out, threatening to puncture the bag as they shlepped it down the skinny hallway. 

Your space vessel was small, and the living quarters left much to be desired. You were lucky enough to have a private cell, but Tau had set up their cot in the operations terminal, keeping odd hours as they ran ping after ping, hunting down artifacts and ruins as you travelled through alien territory. Over the past two months, you’d slowly managed to commandeer what was intended to be their side of the cell, shoving the beds together, sleeping in absolute luxury.

As you chewed through a dry, mysterious ration bar, you sighed, thinking ruefully to yourself: Yeah, luxury. Right.

You peered out into the hall and watched Tau struggle. The lanky anthropologist glared up at you, throwing up their arms and complaining, “You just gonna stand there and watch, or are you gonna actually use those muscles for something other than the gym?”

Sighing, you shuffled into the main capsule of the station which served as the lab slash kitchen slash sitting room, and you helped lug the sack onto a large, flat table, dumping the contents out with a few good shakes.

From the mouth of the bag, three tablets fell onto the metal workstation, each covered in runic writing that you immediately recognized. 

“Oh, fuck no. Take these back right fucking now, Taubert. I mean it.” You stepped away from the large stone tablets as if they had burned you.

“What? What’s wrong?” They came and stood beside you, looking over your shoulder at their haul. 

The tablets were black with deeply-carved etchings, and the very first word was one that you knew quite well. 

Hish-qu-Ten. 

“This is a Yautja tablet, Tau. And I need you,” you lowered your voice, hoping the tablets couldn’t hear you, “to take these back to where you found them.”

“No,” Tau threw up their hands, “We need the credits, babe. And Yautja don’t come to this sector. Look.” 

Tau showed you the scanner on their datapad, targeting Yautja-class ship signatures and cloaking devices. No trace. Not even a week-old pulse trail. You let out a long, ragged sigh. 

“We don’t need the credits that bad. No one’s gonna want some smelly old tablets anyway,” you argued, stepping forward to inspect the writing again, your curiosity overwhelming your fear. “And these are ancient. Like… too ancient. Wait a minute…”

Tau called out over their shoulder, collapsing into their hammock in the operation bubble, “Good luck! Don’t wake me unless you wanna get stabbed.”

“Motherfucker.” You murmured under your breath. 

But, your bark had lost its bite. As you took a closer look at the writing, you realized that these tablets had been written in Old Yautja, in a time between the rise of the Hish and the predators you knew - and avoided - so well. 

When you’d signed on to be a xenolinguist for Ryzom Incorporated, you’d expected a boring office job full of run-of-the-mill translations and transcriptions. But, when Tau’s partner had fallen ill last season, you jumped at the chance to be on the scavenging – correction: salvaging – team. You still weren’t sure you’d made the right call. A find like this, though… 

This could make you famous.

“Asheigaan sh’et Kayaana… blah blah blah… naas-t jkh’iu… hmm… Interesting…”

Tau’s left eye popped open, and they glared at you, “You’re loud. What did you find?”

“This is a prayer to the Goddess Kayana, and I think… No. That can’t be right.” You looked at the second tablet, trying to figure out the strange syntactic formations that were so different from modern Yautja. “I think it’s a map.”

“A map!” Tau leapt up, almost getting tangled in their hammock’s net, and stumbled over to you, “A map means treasure.”

You sighed, laying the three tablets out side by side, inspecting them more closely, “Treasure? Or just more broken pots and bowls? I know it’s the same to you, Tauchie.”

“I’m an anthropologist,” Tau shrugged, “Pots and bowls are where I shine. And if you throw a little gold leaf on the edge, rich schmucks will pour credits right into your grubby little hands.”

They made a grabby motion in front of your face, watching you stare past them to untangle the translation.

“This line here – the word jkh’iu – it’s changed forms over time but it’s a meeting place. Sort of like a gathering point. But, this word… naa’iish-i'ythei… I don’t think that’s right. It should be chi'ytei. No fucking clue what the nasal is doing in the beginning. And the second vowel is lengthened… a missing coda, perhaps.”

“I think I know some of those words you just said. Can you give me some map coordinates, or…?” Tau snapped impatiently. 

“Tau,” you looked up at them, your eyes wide and threatening, “This is six thousand years old. Give me a goddamn minute.”

Tau sighed, but they plopped down into the creaky chair at the foot of the table and fidgeted just out of your reach.

You went back to the tablets, looking again, racking your brain for ideas on what this could mean.

“What’s a chai-yeti, anyways?” Tau quipped, badly mispronouncing the Yautja verbal participle.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to explain in terms that Tau’s dusty brain could understand. “Chi'ytei is from the root chiryt-, which means to hold or to embrace. The -ei suffix is typically the agentive case marker. Yautja – obviously – is an active-stative language. So that’s wh–”

“A what now?” Tau pursed their lips, not allowing you to go too far off on your tangent.

“Look, if I slap you,” which you very much wanted to do, “then I am the agent of the slapping, and you are the patient. So, in active sentences, for the most part, I mean… There are some exceptions in Kartvelian languages like Geor–”

“You’re about to be the patient of my slap, word girl.”

You closed your lips into a flat line, huffing through your nose, slowing your explanation down to cave-person speeds.

“In active sentences, the agent of the verb – the one who slaps – is the subject, and the patient – the one being slapped – is the object. So, in words like chiryt- you should expect an embracer and an embrace-ee. Comprende?”

“Okay, and so what’s the problem?”

“This isn’t an active sentence. It’s passive. Like… The lamp broke.”

“What lamp?”

“No! Like, in English, the sentence: The lamp broke. The lamp didn’t break anything. It didn’t like, stab itself.” You threw up your hands. “It was the thing being broken, so it should be the patient. But, it’s not the object; it’s the subject of the sentence. So, that’s why it’s passive.”

Tau’s eyes looked like they had glazed over. You regrouped.

“Okay, in this sentence, it says: Tharin-dhaa ket sh’ naa’iish-i'ythei drai m’lar'jha rki. Which word-for-word makes no sense. It would be something like: strength have for something hold, or embrace, within dark temple. Which, the last part just refers to a temple that is enclosed and not open to the elements or else it would be vayuh'ta rki, or something like that.”

“So, maybe like,” Tau waved their hands as if trying to come up with words on their own, “Have strength to embrace something in the temple?”

“Indoor temple,” you corrected. 

“Indoor temple, right.” They put their hands on the sides of their head as if trying to keep their brains from slipping out through their oversized ears. “So what is the word you don’t know?”

“This one,” you pointed to the first tablet, “It’s spelled naa’ii- here. It could be naaniink, which means like a traditionally cooked clarified butter sauce, or it could be anaina, which means galaxy. I guess it could be nain-, but that’s not a word in Yautja. It’s just a participle.”

“What does it mean? Because I don’t think these mofos are holding butter sauce with strength in the temple, genius.” Tau’s snark was going to give you a fucking aneurysm. 

“Well, nain-de means ‘to hunt’ in modern Yautja, or technically, it means ‘to cause to become prey’. Whatever. But, nain doesn’t appear by itself. It requires the causative marker.”

“What is a hunting embrace?” Tau scrunched up their nose, trying to solve the puzzle. 

“No idea. But, I guess we’ll find out. Coordinates are marked on the last slab. Here ya go, tiger. Pots and bowls await.” You scribbled the coordinates onto their datapad and passed it over to them. 

With a very annoying exclamation of glee, Tau jumped out of their chair and raced to the operations desk, typing in the heading and slamming the warp button, flinging the station into hyperspace. They were shouting over their shoulder at you, trying to talk above the whir of the engine core, “It’s really close! Should be there in no time. Suit up, soldier!”

“Me? You love getting your hands dirty. Think of the pots! The bowls! So much flatware. Exciting.” You tried to convince Tau to take your spot. You didn’t want to wander around some smelly old temple.

“No can do. I’m timed out for the week. Company policy. But, don’t worry! You’ll be fine.” 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When you beamed yourself down to the planet’s surface, you decided that you most certainly were not fine. This place was a shithole. 

The atmosphere was breathable, but it was hot and humid like a sauna in a rainforest. Everything around you was covered in some sticky sort of ivy, its tendrils wrapping around huge trees and overgrowing across the native shrubbery like a lime green blanket. The sky was egg yolk yellow, and a misty fog hung low over the ground, making your once-dry clothes very, very damp. 

You saw the temple ahead, the angular Yautja architecture sticking out of the botanicals like a sore thumb. Their territorial race had very little need for aesthetics; it was all about efficiency. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, tightening your empty rucksack around your chest and beginning the gross walk into the temple.

“Hey,” Tau’s tinny voice came through your headset, “I can hear you complaining down there.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, marching through the underbrush with a purpose. 

Get in, get bowls, get out. That was your only job. 

Once you got close to the temple, Tau started in on their pottery bullshit.

“Can you see any fragments yet? Evidence of their civilization? Rubbish piles are really common outsi–”

“I’m not digging through ancient trash, you fucking nerd. If I see a bowl, I’ll pick it up. I promise.”

“Wait -ksht- don’t -ksht- in the -ksht- there’s -ksht- out -ksht-”

“Tau?” You stopped walking. You put your hand on the headset as if your touch was somehow going to magically mend it. “Tau! Fix your shit!”

Nothing but static came back through your receiver. 

“Tauko? Fuck!” You threw up your hands and marched into the large mouth of the temple. 

Tau had promised to beam you back up in four hours, so you decided that you might as well get started on bowl hunting. At least you didn’t have to listen to their crap the whole time you were sweating your ass off down here. 

The inside of the temple was surprisingly cool. The contrast to the absolutely steamy situation outside was a delight, and you stripped off your outer layer as soon as you could. Just like Tau said, there were some little piles of whatever rocks and broken bones and other useless snuts in the corners of the main entry way. You ignored them, hoping for more profitable finds deeper inside the structure. 

You wanted rooms upon rooms, troves of treasure in piles so high that you couldn’t carry them – the real tomb-raider experience! But when you made it through the antechamber and into the main part of the structure, you realized that this was pretty much it. 

Stretching out before you was a large stone pad surrounded by dark, black waters. You didn’t even want to guess what was lurking in there, so you steered clear of the edges, making a bee-line for the middle of the huge arching room. The ceiling of the structure must have been more than twenty meters high, and the urge to make your voice echo through the building was too great.

“Hello!”

Hello… hello… hello… Your own voice echoed back. 

Suddenly, the entire room was bathed in an orange light emanating from the watery moat that surrounded you. A glowing wall blocked your exit and a voice came through the temple as your blood ran cold through your veins. 

“Designation: Human; language selection: Terran English; biology: compatible. Commencing beacon deployment.”

“Hey! Hey-hey-hey. No, don’t– Don’t commence! Stop commencing!”

The orange wall began to come towards you, and you backed up, quickly, until you were on the center of the circular pad. Luckily, the barrier wall stopped at the edge, keeping you prisoner. 

You approached it, but it was very warm. Warm enough to know that if you reached out with your hand, it would burn you. 

In a white flash of light, far outside the circle near the entrance, two figures beamed into the temple. Your heart stuttered hard enough to send a jolt of pain through your chest.

Yautja. 

“Oh, fuck,” you felt your stomach sink into your feet. You were dead. 

You pulled out your lampstick and brandished it like the world’s saddest weapon and held it in front of you. With any luck, the Yautja warriors would have to brush right past it as they came to chop you into little pieces. 

You watched them take in their surroundings. They were a hunting pair. Although Yautja anthropology was never a topic you’d been interested in, you’d taken to the language quite well. You knew enough about them to understand the basics of their honor-based culture, intent on hunting the biggest and baddest prey in all of the galaxy, but beyond that, you were at a loss.

You should have spent more time in that xenoanthropology course back in uni. Maybe you’d have a better chance at surviving this encounter than relying on the flimsy, plastic light tube in your shaking hand. 

But, it was too late for that, now.

The leader, the larger one, wore a full face mask with long tendrils hanging over his shoulders. He was in dark armor, and he strode up to you like he was in a big goddamn hurry. But, as he held out his sword, pointing at you, you watched in horror as the sword fell into your little circle and the rest of him… fucking disintegrated?

“Holy shit!” You backed away, but you tried not to step too far lest you would be vaporized as well. Then, thinking of a better plan, you scrambled for his fallen sword, tossing away your lampstick and trying your best to lift the heavy blade. 

The handle was too thick for your small human hands, but it was well-balanced, and so you managed to hang on.

“Stay back!” You shouted at the other one, “Or I’ll… I’ll zap you, too, motherfucker!”

You said a series of prayers that the orange circle would hold, and you watched the other hunter remove his helmet and roar in a fit of rage over his fallen companion. 

“Ell-osde pauk, lou-dte kalei!” He shouted, his mouth widening as he snapped his fangs at you. 

With your extensive knowledge, you could translate a Fuck you, bitch! in just about any language, and modern Yautja was no different. But, the computer voice that the orange light belonged to decided that you needed to hear it in English, as well. “Fuck you, weak child-bearer,” the synthetic voice translated flatly.

You sighed, knowing enough to understand that these people didn’t do apologies. So, instead of trying to get him to see reason, you doubled down.

“Yeah? Fuck you, too, buddy. Come a little closer and get zapped!” You brandished the sword in what you hoped was a threatening way.

“Sei’i? Ell-osde'pauk-dhak’de, mei'hswei. Dtai'k-dte nini s’ thei-de-ket!” The ancient computer voice translated your threat for you. 

“Gee, thanks,” you mumbled sarcastically, unable to hold back your annoyance at this machine.

He replied with a sickening roar, which apparently did not warrant a translation. Then, he came closer to the circle, raising his weapon above his head and bringing it down in a slashing motion. His blade cut through the force field, accomplishing nothing. 

The Yautja looked at you, and you looked back at him, both of you a little uncertain. Then, just as he was about to step away, the stone plate that he was standing on glowed red hot and then flashed, killing him as it sliced him in half vertically. 

Green, glowing Yautja blood sprayed across your face and you couldn’t help but scream. Then, as your cry echoed out into the temple, it was quiet again. The half-body of the warrior lay oozing in front of you, and you tried not to gag. 

But, just as you were about to try and reconnect to Tau’s signal, the orange forcefield flickered and went dark. 

“No…” You stared at the space in horror, waving your arm tentatively in front of where it should be, begging it to come back on. “No! Computer! Hey! Come back. Please-please-please. Oh, my God, please come back. Open! Hey! Hello! Oh, fuck…”

You stood there, shaking like a leaf with no idea what to do. You wanted to run but it was like your body was glued to the spot. 

Then, you realized, you had the worst luck ever. 

In the same place where the others had materialized, another white flash broke through the shadows of the temple. A lone Yautja stood at the entrance, and he held a long sword in his hand. Upon seeing the body of his fellow warrior, he approached with caution, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the building. 

You shouted, “Don’t come any closer!” 

The computer did not translate for you. Thirty minutes was apparently your limit on this particular ride. 

“Uh…” You tried to translate as best you could, “M-di chiva s’ ell-osdha! No trial for you! Go back. Um, go back s’ tyioe-ti-elln, while you still can. Alright?”

You raised the sword up a little more, trying to keep the tip from shaking in your weakening grip. 

Then, he looked at you with a curious expression, and he replied in a growly, guttural sort of English. “You come to temple of Kayana on night of blood moon, ooman, and you kill two hunters.” If Yautja could smile, he would be wearing one right now, “You are worthy mate. Blessing of Kayana will be mine.”

The Yautja hunter stepped closer, advancing on you with confidence. His green-hued skin was dotted with brown and black spots, and you could see now just how much bigger he was than you by comparison. His body was immense, and his muscles made him wide and imposing, the prominent scars of past injuries raised on the surface of his flesh, the flesh dark and gnarled where he had been cut and bitten and who knows what other wounds.

“Woah, woah… what?” You held up one of your hands and backed away slowly. “Did you say mate?”

“You test my strength as well.” He seemed intrigued but not surprised. “Good. I will feel your wrath against me.”

Then, he rushed you. With whatever survival instinct you had left, you slid out from his open-armed swipe and tried to cut at his leg with the blade that you’d stolen. But, he was too quick for you, and your sword hit nothing but air. 

“I killed them!” You shouted. “And I’ll kill you, too! Leave while you still can.” You hoped your threat would be enough. 

“Leaving this naa’iish-i'ythei is dishonorable.” The male’s face twisted into a sort of expression of disgust. Then, he studied you closely, and he asked, “What do they call you, ooman?”

“Um… uh…” You dug into your brain for any name that wasn’t yours, and all you could come up with was a load of nothing. 

“Um’ah?” The Yautja clicked his mandibles together for a moment, and he stepped a little closer, almost within sword-reach. “I am Khet. You know our ways or else you would not come here. You survived the trial, you are compatible, but you are too weak. Submit to me, Um’ah.” 

You swiped out at him in rage, and he side-stepped you, chuckling a little bit to himself. 

“My brothers tired you. Still, for ooman…” Khet stepped forward in a flash of movement, grabbing you around the throat, your body immediately dropping the sword in order for you to use both hands to try and free yourself, all while your attacker studied you like a puzzle. “I am impressed.”

You scratched and clawed at his hand, gasping for air, choking on your own fear and desperation, and he seemed to take some sort of sick pleasure from your struggle. But then, you managed to swing your leg up high enough to kick him right in the mouth, your boot making contact with those sharp fangs. 

Khet dropped you, lifting his hand to his face, but he didn’t look injured. Just annoyed. He reached for your throat again but you dodged him, and he only caught your shoulder.

“Let me go!” You screamed and wriggled out of his grip while he was still stunned by your kick. 

Then, you sprinted for the exit. You had only taken two or three steps before Khet had you by the leg, slamming you to the ground and dragging you beneath him.

“So much fire in you.” His yellow eyes dilated as he looked upon your face. You could feel his hot breath and body bearing down on you, inspecting you like a piece of meat. “We will make fearsome beasts together. I have no clan, but you will be my mate. With Kayana’s blessing, my honor returns.”

“No!” You shouted, and then your voice turned from a wail into a whimper, “No! Please…” 

“You are in heat; I smell it, and you are in no shape for another fight. Yet you resist me. You know it is my way.” He purred like a large cat. You could feel the rumble of it against your ribs as he pinned you down with his immense weight. “Fire and softness. You make me hunger, Um’ah, but I will honor your way as you have honored mine. Ooman males put their pricks through your flat fangs, yes?” 

Khet used a clawed finger to press your mouth open, touching the bottom row of your teeth to feel their smooth edges. 

You tried to rip your head away from him, but he held your jaw fast.

Then, Khet grabbed you by the back of your head and dragged you up to your knees, sliding you around easily on the stone floor of the temple. 

You looked up at him from your crumpled vantage point, and something inside of you couldn’t help but admire his obvious power. This Yautja could crush every bone in your body like you were nothing but an eggshell. So breakable. 

And yet, he didn’t. 

He touched your face and neck with his clawed hands, feeling the smooth swell of your bottom lip. 

“Let me go back to my ship,” you begged him.

“Enough games. I will have this blessing.” His dark eyes narrowed, and you stared back at him for a moment before deciding that sucking him off might truly be the path of least resistance. 

You raised your hands, and at first, he took it as an attack, yanking your hair hard enough to knock you off balance. So, you moved more slowly, carefully righting yourself so that you were face to face with his crotch. His prick was covered by a thin strip of black suede; a loin cloth of sorts, and you pulled it aside to reveal his enormous cock. 

The body of it was a dark olive brown color like the rest of him, but there were green and black spots on the underside, almost like an over-ripe banana. Between his balls and the underside of his shaft, there were plush, furling folds, almost like labia, all hanging down like wet petals, and you wondered how they felt. You watched him throb under your appraisal, and when you reached forward, the Yautja’s chest began to purr again, deeper this time, lulling you into a sort of trance.

You lifted the heavy appendage up to your mouth, bringing the tip to your lips to suck. The moment you pressed a soft kiss to the covered head of it, he groaned, tightening his grip in your hair. 

His foreskin was extremely thick and pliant. It was like a generous layer of velvet was surrounding the impossibly rock-hard dick that it covered, and the more you tried to fit in your mouth, the fuller your cheeks became. Pulling your head back didn’t take him out of your throat; it only rolled the soft foreskin down, leaving you to swallow and choke against him. 

“Oh, yes,” Khet groaned, “Ooman ways are strange, but I like this very much. More, Um’ah.”

Khet began to thrust himself inside of you, slowly at first, and you struggled to breathe. Your jaw was stretched at its limit, and you could taste the first briny drips of his precome on the back of your tongue. 

Then, once he understood the mechanics, he used his strength to pull your face up and down his length. You felt your body writhing, trying to find air, the urge to choke unbearable. Hot tears welled up in your eyes, and you did everything you could to find a way to breathe. 

Khet didn’t seem to react to your teeth grazing his length as you struggled beneath him. In fact, he seemed fond of dragging his cockhead along your smooth molars, not that there was really any room for him to avoid them. 

When he hit the back of your tongue, he pushed your head down on him with force, making you deepthroat his huge prick while your mouth oozed drool onto the stone floor of the temple. 

“Mrrghh… Um’ah… You make me want to spill inside your smooth fangs… So warm…”

Khet was losing his mind. You could see his eyes roll back in his head, his thrusting becoming frantic. You didn’t fight him. Once you made him come, you could probably escape while he was dazed. So, you tried your best to remain pliant, and you used your tongue to rub against the veiny, fat body of his cock, encouraging him to fill your belly. You ignored the tears that were now falling down your cheeks, and you tried to keep yourself from passing out, sucking in air through your nose when you could. 

But, he was too large. You realized with a sort of sickening thought that he was still not even fully hard. You felt him swelling against your lips, watching as those hanging petals of his also began to swell, filling for what reason you didn’t know, and you sent up a silent manifestation into the cosmos that Tau would beam your ass out of here… 

“Um’ah!” Khet groaned, and he buried himself inside of your throat as far as he physically could, crushing your nose into his pubic bone, pumping hot spurts of his come deep into your belly. It was so warm that you could feel it settling inside of your middle, filling your empty stomach with his orgasm. 

As he held you against him, you knew you should feel scared, perhaps even disgusted. You were being used like a sex toy by this two meter tall, green, scaly, fanged monster, and you should be pissing yourself with fear. 

And yet…

You could feel a tell-tale wetness pooling between your legs, and you felt a hot flush creep up your neck and across your cheeks, the fire of your shame burning you up. 

A low growl came from the male above you, and you could feel his clawed hands drag through your scalp, petting your hair away from your face. You looked up at him from below, and you saw his chest heaving, his fanged maw clicking together in a curious, pleased sort of way, and there was something boyish in his eyes, now. 

“Smooth fangs feel good.” He clicked his mandibles a little more, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “Um’ah is so soft…”

Khet pulled himself from your mouth in one long, slick movement, and he released your head. Immediately, you slumped forward, catching yourself on your palms against the cold stone floor, coughing from the tight burn in your throat and watching as syrupy lines of spit and alien come pooled from your lips. 

Suddenly, you felt Khet’s enormous hand tug at your flimsy shirt, raking it over your head like he was tearing open a present. Then, he yanked down your trousers, taking your panties with them, and when they got caught around your boots, he simply pulled harder. It was at that moment that you realized the truth: this man – entity – was being gentle with you.

You watched him carefully as you trembled in the cool open air of the temple, still crawling on the ground, trying to catch your breath. 

Assuming he would jump right into action, you steeled yourself for his assault, but he did not rush. He discarded your clothing, dumping your shoes and pants into a messy pile, but he didn’t advance on you. 

There was no hurry to his movements. There was no rage in his eyes. He simply watched you. Studied you. 

Khet carefully bent down next to you, his cock still dripping sticky strings of come beneath his loin cloth, and his clawed fingers traced their way over your soft skin, playing with your flesh and squeezing your body where he thought you might be the most delicate. He found your nipple, and he skimmed across it, petting your hanging breasts like you were made out of lace. 

His gentleness now stood in dark contrast to the violent suffocation you’d just experienced when he fucked your face. 

Khet touched himself as he watched you recover, unhooking his loin cloth and laying it over your clothes. But, he didn’t grope you roughly. He was still trying to be easy with you. 

And only when his desire overcame him, only when the need to mate made his prick throb and bounce against his thick torso, did he approach you again, positioning you on your hands and knees in front of him, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide, the angle of the stretch making you fall forward, your cheek planted to the cold ground. 

You took a deep breath and held it. You’d be injured by his cock; you were sure. There was no way your pussy could take his inhuman size. 

But his cock wasn’t what you felt against your wet sex. It was a long, writhing tongue. 

Your lungs let out the rush of air you were keeping inside, and the breath shook as it escaped, hissing around your clenched teeth. 

When you looked behind you, Khet was kneeling, his face low and hovering right behind your holes, his huge alien tongue dragging across your slit and through your folds, tasting your pussy. 

“Khet…” You whispered. “Stop. Let me go.” 

He stopped licking you, and he let out a broken, chuffing noise. The huge male positioned himself over you, as if he would fuck you from behind, and he bent his chest down until it was flat across your back. At the same time, you felt his cock slip along the outside of your pussy, through your lips, and then over your mons and your belly, and when he finally ran out of rope, the head of his prick was bobbing much too close to your sternum for your liking. 

Khet fisted himself and unceremoniously slapped his sticky cockhead against your tummy, making a point to let you feel how big he was. He spoke to you in a low voice, “H’ko, Um’ah. I cannot.” 

“Please…” You closed your eyes and lay your cheek back on the ground, losing hope every moment that this ordeal dragged on. He was going to kill you with that thing.

“Kayana demands my restraint.” He sighed, and you felt him press one of his fingers between your legs, bullying its way into your hole, surprisingly careful with the claw. He struggled to fit, and you couldn’t help but let out a grunt as you tried to relax around his hand. Then, Khet leaned his head down to your ear, and you could see his gleaming mandibles up close as he whispered to you, “If I do not lick you open, my nok will break you.”

Nok. A Yautja unit of measurement, equivalent to a short cubit. Thirty centimeters. 

Khet was talking about his cock. 

His thirty centimeter long cock.

You let out an involuntary shudder, and your reaction earned you more of his amused fang-clacking and chuffing. But, he leaned back, repositioning his mouth between your spread thighs. “I honor Kayana. Her temple accepts me. H’ka-se, ke dari-ki s’ kjuhte-kiin.” 

In your mind, the syntax came late, but you understood him fully. 

Now, I will taste my little void.

You peered around your shoulder and watched him spread his mandibles wide, and as he fixed his fangs around your thighs, encircling them with his dextrous outer mouth, you were immediately treated to the full length of his snake-like tongue as it burrowed its way deep inside of you. 

It was endless, and it was hot. The thick ribbon of his muscle slithered between your walls, tasting and exploring every bit of your insides. 

Then, when he reached some sort of end, a place so far beyond where you had ever imagined things could go within your anatomy, Khet began to purr. That same low rumble that you had felt before was now rolling in staccato waves through your hips and thighs and pussy, heightening every single sensation to a mind-numbing degree. 

His tongue retreated, and then it laved through you again, folding and curling into your cunt, allowing your mate to suck down swallow after swallow of your wet pleasure. 

You couldn’t help but cry out, keening loudly into the empty temple. Just steps away from you, the bodies of the fallen hunters lay forgotten on the floor, and you couldn’t have cared less about them. Right now, you didn’t even know your own name. All you knew was the wriggling invasion of Khet’s tongue, the vice grip he had on each of your thighs with his fangs, and the thrumming vibration of his purr as it wrecked your body. 

As you looked behind you, you met Khet’s gaze. He was staring at you from his inescapable position against your sex, and you noticed that - all around you - the temple had begun to glow. 

It wasn’t orange this time. The light that came from the pools was a sort of greenish blue. It was faint, but it creeped across the floor and up the wall, slowly getting brighter and brighter. 

Khet swiped his tongue over your asshole, and you gasped, the pleasure of it immediately shocking you. 

“Wait…” You tried to plead with him, but what the hell were you going to do to stop him?

So, with little recourse, his tongue pressed between your tight, unfucked rim. You tried to relax. You felt yourself shivering from the new feeling, and the deeper he licked into your hole, the louder you screamed. 

You turned your head, trying to see what he was doing, your mind desperate to regain some semblance of control over your body. But, now, he was licking into both of your holes, and you were about to come. 

You could feel the bubbling pleasure of it, lingering just on the edges of yourself. Every time Khet rolled another deep purr through you, you tried to fight the urge to come. 

He was very fair with his tasting. He would lick inside of you one hole at a time; once for your asshole, once for your cunt. As steady as a drumbeat. You felt like you were being fucked by two men, one in each pleasure-hot sheath. When one would press forward, the other would retreat. And now, Khet could feel your bliss building. He could smell it. Hell, he could probably see your heat rising across your skin. 

“No. Fuck…” you whispered, but there was no stopping it. With no small amount of embarrassment and a little dread, you confessed to him: “You’re making me come.”

The purr became a growl, but he changed nothing else. You rode his mouth, your hips jerking forward, your muscles battling against his powerful jaws, trying to close your legs. But, it was futile. You came hard, fully open, and you felt something pooling at the entrance of your pussy only to be immediately licked clean by your mate’s hungry, deft muscle. 

Khet was slowing his movements, and you noticed he was spending most of his time at the edge of your cunt, slurping and sucking at your creamy orgasm, making the most lurid noises you’d ever heard in your life. You were still coming down from your high, your body convulsing, humping his tongue shamelessly at this point, every bit of your human instinct humiliating you in this ancient sanctum. 

You hoped, at least, Goddess Kayana was proud of you, whoever she was. 

When you had the strength to open your eyes again, that same blue light pooled around you, moving through the cracks in the stones as if it was alive. You reached out to touch it, and although you did not instantly get sliced in half, there was an energy there. Something powerful brushed against your mind. 

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. When Khet released you, your knees immediately gave out. But, instead of letting you crumple to the floor again, he held you up with his hands, one on each side of your hip. You sagged against the stones, feeling like you’d been drugged. 

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it. Your sword. It was almost within reach. You twisted your arm and reached for it; a last ditch effort, but your fingers barely brushed the handle, and the metal skidded away from you, sliding out of your grasp by only a few inches. 

Khet reached forward with his clawed fist, grabbing your wrist in his grip and pulling your arm up. He raised your body until you were on your knees with your back to his chest, vertical and trapped against him. 

His other arm curled around your belly, keeping you upright, and he stood with you still held tightly against his body. He snarled into your ear in Yautja, “Dtai’k-osde s’ bpi-de, kjuhte-iin, ay-i ell ket m-di h'chak…” Your fight is over, little void, and yet you have no mercy. 

“H’kodin.” None. You answered with a nasty curl across your lip. 

You felt his enormous prick throb against your lower back, like a reward for your bloodlust, and he let out a long purr. “Ell ket yin’tekai-osde. Ell s’ thar’n-de. Pyode r’ka-kiin…” You have your honor. You are strong. My soft little fire… “Ell kale-ki sain’ja-non gahn'tha-cte.” You will create ruthless warriors with me. 

Khet placed your hand on the back of his neck, and you understood that you should hold onto him. With his hand now free, he traced the length of your arm, trailing the backs of his knuckles over your armpit and along the curved swell of your breast. Finally, he reached between your bodies and lifted his hard cock, notching his tip in the pliant sling of your hole’s entrance. 

Your mate pressed forward, and you hissed through your teeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was too big. 

“Nnghhh… No… Too big… Anngh! Please, Khet… Please…” You whimpered, and you heard his fangs chittering together behind your head.

He took himself away, and then pressed forward again. This time, he slipped inside of you, just his head, the plush foreskin rolling down to reveal his bright green glans. You breathed deeply, willing yourself to become soft for him, to relax your insides, to accept him. 

You weren’t sure where your sudden motivation was coming from, other than your stubborn will to survive this coupling, but as you allowed yourself to sink further and further down his throbbing prick, Khet’s purring grew louder, soothing you and making your breaths deep and even. 

“Nok-osde s’ ki’kain-desintje-de…” Your cock is so hard for me… You murmured, using your new vocab word, grabbing him tighter, knowing that you couldn’t hurt him. When you looked back at his face, his body was bathed in the swirling aquamarine light of the temple. Every stone and pillar and pool was now glowing with veins of fluorescent power, pulsing bright in the large sanctum.  

“Sei-i, Um’ah,” Khet growled into your ear, “Kaale-oske z'kvy-ti.” Make yourself come. 

Without hesitation, you reached between your legs and started to play with yourself, your fingers slipping into their usual places, framing the hard body of your clit and making delightful little ovals at speed. Between the thickness of his invasive cock and the agile familiarity of your own touch, it was mere moments before you felt yourself clenching around him, the first pricklings of your orgasm sparkling along your nerves. 

As your legs dangled in the air, held aloft by Khet’s strong arm, you reached down lower between your thighs to explore yourself. When you found your entrance, you could feel the juicy coating of your own come that covered your skin, and when you touched the thin sling of your pussy that held his cockhead inside of you, the flesh was so sensitive that even just your fingertip was too much. So, you reached further, and you touched his shaft, rolling your palm over his cock’s body to please him. 

His hips rocked forward, taking you with him, and he snarled against your neck. You returned your hand to your clit and touched yourself with intent, speedy and efficient. Your pussy squeezed in on itself, milking his swollen head like a fist. 

“Pauk…” Fuck… Khet dragged his fangs along your neck, opening his mandibles until you felt his inner mouth brush against your skin. The teeth there were just as sharp, and he set them against your throat. 

But, oddly, you didn’t feel any fear. You knew he would not kill you with them. He was your mate. He would protect you from anything and everything in this galaxy until he took his last breath. 

As you worked on yourself, Khet’s prick continued to dip inside of you and then pull out, each time going little further than his glans, but just the stretch of him was enough to make your cunt sopping wet. The feeling of him entering you over and over and over was driving you insane. 

Using the hand that was on his shoulder, you moved it up to the back of his head, weaving your fingers through the long tendrils of his mane, and you pressed his mouth down onto you, commanding him: “Dari-osde s’ ki-thwei, kv’var-de. Mmff–” Taste my blood, hunter. “Mmmgh… Shit!” 

You were so close to coming. Your hand was sore, and your arm was tired, but you willed yourself to continue, frantically teasing your clit at a merciless pace. Then, when you felt Khet press the sharp tips of his fangs to your neck, you knew he would send you over the edge. 

When he bit you, you came hard. “Khet!” You cried out for him, and your eyes shot open, your face pointed upwards towards the glowing arched ceiling of the temple, watching as the blue and green lights swirled and danced for you, almost as if they were celebrating your pleasure.

As you continued to come, your pussy squeezed him all the way out of you, and you heard a splatter of your release spray onto the stone floor of the temple. Your whole body twisted in on itself, and the only reason you didn’t crash to the ground was because of Khet’s unyielding strength. 

He hadn’t bitten you very hard, but you could feel his tongue lapping up your blood, healing your wound with the same mouth that had caused it in the first place. He was purring so loudly, you could feel it through your entire body, and when he tried to press himself back inside of you, he could sink himself inside. Your pussy was still throbbing, still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you were soft for him, just like he needed you to be. 

Khet’s cock cleaved you open wider and wider for him, each pass letting him reach further than before. 

With the hand that you had been using to pleasure yourself, you lay it on your lower belly and felt the outline of his bulge each time he slid all the way inside of you.

Your touch on the outside of your belly made him purr deeply, and he was breathing harder, all the while snarling his dark promises into your ear. “Kjuhte-kiin…” My little void… “Ell s’ ven’ke ni’naa’iish-i'ythei, es’ ke s'aseigan-ki.” You came here to be bred, so I am your servant. 

You listened to the wet, smacking sounds that your body made against his in the echoing temple. Each time that Khet found the end of your sopping hole, you thought you could feel something being left behind. It was so hard to describe. It was like he was painting your womb with a gooey adhesive, making your cunt stickier and stickier with every swipe. 

Khet still wasn’t fully inside of you, yet. And now, you knew why. Aside from his immense length, the furling labia between his shaft and his balls were now fully engorged. There were four of them, and you could feel them with your hands when you reached between your legs. 

Each swollen lobe was as thick as your thumb, and they were all as rigid as his cock. When you touched them, Khet growled very deeply. It was a new noise from him; one that went right to your clit. 

Khet nuzzled against your nape, his breaths exciting the sensitive nerves just below your hairline as he spoke to you in broken phrases, “Neye-de, kjuhte-kiin… neye-desintje-de…” Soon, my little void… very soon…

You were so full that your pussy was sort of riding a wave of pleasure. You felt it waxing and waning as Khet thrust himself inside of you, and when his cockhead dragged cruelly against your most sensitive spots deep within you, you felt yourself respond. Your heart raced, your cheeks grew hot, your fingernails dug into his arm and his shoulder as you hung on for dear life. Then, you would crash. Your orgasm would rip through you, and Khet would fuck you as you came, the sounds of your own silken heat sluicing out of your well-used hole. 

And he was still gentle. Not gentle compared to a human – your past lovers had been far easier on you physically than Khet – but for a dominating, all-powerful, alien race, he was actually kind of… sweet. He let you fall apart through each one of your orgasms, and he never threatened you, and he didn’t shame you. Which, in fact, was more than you could say for some Terran males.

But, yes, you admitted to yourself as you opened your mouth to accept his reptilian tongue down your throat, his face was… difficult to come to terms with. And yet, somehow, you were growing fond of watching him enjoy you, the way he would worry his fangs against each other as he watched his cock spread you apart, those hunter’s eyes rapt and calculating as he bred your soft, weak human body.

Suddenly, Khet paused his thrusts, letting you come down from your most recent blissful spiral in relative peace. He removed himself in a wet schlep of disconnection, and he lay you on your back against the floor of the temple. You were still in the middle of the circle, but when you came to your senses and took a look at your surroundings, the dark temple was no longer cold and shadowed. It was full of light. The blue-green hues were a watercolor of luminescence, and the way they danced across Khet’s attentive face made you catch your breath. 

Goddamn, he was massive. Your mind kept normalizing him for you, but when you saw him kneeling between your legs, holding each of your ankles in his immense clawed fists, you realized that you were just a pet to him. The physicality between you was too disparate. You’d never be equals. You didn’t stand a chance, actually. What had you gotten yourself into?

But, all that worry dissipated when Khet let go of one of your legs and positioned himself back inside the cradle of your cunt, thrusting himself forward in a loud, wet snap. Then, you had a new dilemma. 

The engorged lobes of his cock were throbbing and full. He edged them inside of you, and the stretch you felt was searing. 

Khet leaned forward, pinning your ankles against his chest, pressing your thighs into your belly as he knelt over you. Now that you were face to face, you could study his expressions, and you found them surprisingly easy to read. He was full of wanting, and yet he knew he had a responsibility to you. 

He spoke quietly, his rough voice desperate to soothe you before he completed his task. “Ell ket-osde m-di h'dlak, kjuhtiin.” Do not be afraid, little void. 

“Mmmhhh… Khet… I can’t…” You held onto his neck, your fingers rolling across his tendrils, canting your hips, trying to find some relief. 

“Grrrnnhhhgh! Um’ah!” Khet shouted, his voice filling the high ziggurat and echoing around you. 

He pressed, and you cried out at the burn, but suddenly, his swollen cock popped into place, and you realized that his swollen petals were emptying inside of you through the head of his prick. Khet was growling and crying out into the temple, his muscles snapping as he fought the feeling of his orgasm, his clawed hands leaving little bleeding impressions on the meat of your thigh. 

All around you, the temple glowed like a star. You watched the pools beam their light around you, and on the stones, rivers of light rushed towards your bodies, warming you and making your skin buzz with energy. 

Deep inside of your pussy, you could feel an almost foaming sensation. There was a lot of heavy, creamy fluid, but as it mixed inside of you, stirring with each one of Khet’s powerful throbs, you could feel it becoming viscous and pasty. It wasn’t rushing out of you like you assumed it would. True, your cunt was stuffed so full that you couldn’t imagine anything else fitting inside, but you expected the warm dribble of his seed and it never came.  

Instead you started to feel yourself get heavy. You put your hand back onto your lower belly, right over your womb, and you were so shocked to find a round distention… and it was warm. With each pump of sticky come, Khet kept filling you up. As you looked at your tummy, you tried to breathe, but you were panicking. 

“Wh–What… I can’t… Khet, I can’t –”

Khet nuzzled against you, purring hard, holding your body close to his chest, chittering at you in what felt like a comforting way. You were panting so hard, trying to settle yourself, laying your cheek on his shoulder, and you trembled as he peered down at you, fearful of what might happen to you now. 

“What’s happening to me, Khet?” Your voice was something lower than a whisper, but you knew he would still hear you. 

“Kayana accepts us, kjuhte-kiin. My seed stays in you,” he leaned back, and he ran his hand over your round belly, “Here.”

Over the next few breaths, you felt Khet’s cock slow its throbbing, and when he finally was able to pull himself free, you felt a wet gush, but not as much as there should have been. You tried to sit up, but you were dazed. The room spun, and the lights were too strong. You reached out to balance yourself, and Khet helped you to your knees. 

You looked down at your belly again and marvelled at the roundness he had made within you, and you knew that you would be pregnant. This was some otherworldly biology, and this temple had done something between you. You were having this Yautja’s child. 

So, what were you going to do? If you went back to your space station, they would sell you to the first lab that would pay them. A hybrid alien child? That seems like an expensive mistake. You couldn’t go back.

Khet was kneeling with you, and you watched him unwrap a chain from around his huge shoulder. Then, before you even realized what was happening, you felt him clip it around your neck. The collar clicked together, locking in place. 

“Ki’tyioe-ti s’ vayuh'ta-kesh.” My ship is in orbit. Khet explained, “Ki taa’h kantra-osde sh’ chiva bpi-de-iz.”I will recite the prayer to end our ritual.

“S’non?” And? You asked, feeling the worry paint itself across your face. 

Khet looked down at you and touched your cheek with his hand, petting you as if you were a precious thing. Then, he clicked his fangs together and tilted his head, telling you, “Ki-ket’osde.” I have you. Khet leaned down and put his forehead against yours for a moment, and he leaned back, staring into your eyes, whispering in his low, gravelly voice, “Ki-ket’osde, Um’ah. Zi ah’lo-kwesh s’Toh-zi.” I have you, Um’ah. We will follow our Path. 

Khet helped you stand, and on shaking legs, you stood behind him and watched him put his loin cloth back on. He didn’t even bother to dress you, and you watched as he took out a ritualistic dagger from his belt, turning it over in his hands. Then, he stood over the center stone, and lifted the dagger high into the air, straight above his head. 

“Kayana-omo’k! O-shu-ki kantra-d’ki!” Goddess Kayana! Hear my prayer! Khet shouted into the temple. “O-yin'tekai naa’iish-i'ythei-zi.” Honor our coupling.

Khet drove the knife downward into the stone circle, and all of the light in the temple converged upon him, and he was washed in a bright, powerful beam. The whole room turned, and you watched as the black pools of liquid erupted, soaking through the temple and flooding the flat room. It started to rise up to your ankles, threatening to wash you away. 

Khet turned his head to look at you, and he reached out his hand. You took it; you didn’t even question it. You just grabbed his palm and stepped into the light.