Championistaken

And unfortunately, there's only one way into the habitat: through the airlock. Exhausted, you lean your back against the white material and slide to the floor. The suit emits a soft hiss. Combined with the constant warning signal and beeping, it sounds like despair. Is this really how it will end? Suffocated just a few meters away from the atmosphere that could save you? That's bullshit. The wind howls and picks up speed. Jakal 2 is an extremely hostile planet with little more than pointed slate mountains and deep furrows reaching down into its very core. Hardly any life exists here, only highly specialized beetles and lichen species that spread across the mountains and valleys like a mosaic of life and sterile death. All this is topped off by the weather: Storms are the order of the day. Judging by the black clouds stretching over the eastern mountains, a glass storm will soon sweep over the habitat. Great. The good news just keep coming in!  If the lack of oxygen in the suit doesn't kill you, you'll be definitely killed by a dark storm with fist-sized shards of slate that the untamable wind breaks off the mountains. It would be like being thrown into a shredder—not a single body part would remain intact. So, which kind of death would you prefer? Suffocation or being shredded to bits?

Wait. The roof. The flat roof of the habitat has ventilation access. It's a narrow shaft, but maybe you can squeeze through it. Maybe a tragic death can be avoided after all! You quickly get to your feet, stumble briefly over the clunky boots of the suit, and rush to the side of the residential complex. With trembling hands, you grab the rungs of the metal ladder attached for maintenance purposes. Step by step, you climb up the side of the building even though the sensor in your suit beeps faster and faster, warning you that you'll soon die of oxygen deprivation. To make matters worse, that black alien creature has caught your leg, and the deep cuts on your thigh burn like fire as your overalls rub against the wounds with every movement.

Upon arriving on the roof of the habitat, you are greeted by the sight of the storm front climbing over the mountains on the horizon like a dark omen. This glass storm will hit the plain soon and last for days. Hopefully, the habitat's technology is still functioning properly - nobody wants to sit out a glass storm with no heater or running water. And for now, the fact that you will first have to search every nook and cranny for unwanted black aliens once you get inside is a minor issue. For now. Access to the ventilation shaft is intended for maintenance purposes only. The air filters purify the air sucked in from the planet, making it breathable for humans. These filters need to be replaced occasionally, and that's what this narrow shaft is for. Though it doesn't usually provide direct access to the living area. It is, however, your last chance to survive.

There was nothing to cling to now. No need to, actually. The words human, human, human no longer held meaning. The memory of Earth, Earth, Earth faded away, an echo from a life that belonged to someone else. You saw it so clearly now. Humans were messy. Weak. Pathetic in their frantic scrambling for dominance they could never achieved. Yes, your beautiful, fragile biology remained with you. You were still human. But the spirit, the will, the very core of what you thought that meant, had been completely erased, scoured away by the relentless tide of his presence. In its place was a profound and simple truth: you were Grendel’s pet. His one and only. His chosen. His almost beloved.

You had dreaded the moment he would finally choose to fuck you properly. The memory of his thick digits, the terrifying sight of his full arousal, had haunted your dreams and waking hours alike. It was a constant, humming need. It was the silent prayer on your lips when you watched him train, the secret wet ache between your legs when he looked at you with possessive hunger. You had been prepared, stretched, and claimed in every way but one that mattered. The emptiness inside you was a void that only he could fill, a shape that was molded specifically for him. Never in your life, in either of your lives, had you wanted something so much. You were ready. You were his. And you were desperate for your King to finally, finally, make you whole.

One night, you woke up with a gasp from the sound of brutal clash. The doors to your chamber, which usually slid aside were brutally smashed open, hanging crooked on their tracks. A silhouette obscured the lights of the corridor - the devil himself, descending upon you. The King moved with a heavy step and something was wrong. A thick, dark fluid dripped from his shadow, splattering on the polished floor with a sickening patter. It wasn't just blood; it was viscera, clinging to his armor in glistening strands, as if he were physically melting, shedding the remnants of some unimaginable violence. It wasn’t his. And he made no motion of wiping it out. As you yourself didn’t fumble with covers to hide your nakedness. Instead, your hand flew to your chest, pressing against the frantic flutter of your heart, as if you could physically hold it inside your ribs, afraid he had come to claim it for his trophy wall.

His bio-mask obscured his face, a frozen, terrifying visage, but you could feel the weight of his gaze behind it. He was a nightmare painted in gore, and he was still walking toward you, closing the distance between the carnage he had wrought and the sanctuary of your bed. A low, guttural sound emanated from the translator on your neck, its voice a bloody rasp in the silent room.

Are you afraid, little one?

You were. You were so afraid. But it wasn’t for yourself.

“Are you… are you hurt?”

You asked, not sure if he could understand you. And something in him changed. The powerful, demonic presence… vanished. The brutal giant, the Grendel King, the Warlord who was towering over your bed like an avenging god of war, seemed to... deflate.

And he knelt.

It was not a graceful movement. It was the heavy, bone-weary descent of a mountain settling. The armored plates of his knees hit the floor with a solid thud that vibrated through the deck. He was still colossal, still covered in the evidence of a slaughter, but now he was at your level.

…No.

In that single, vulnerable syllable, spoken from his knees, you understood. He had come to you. From the bloodshed and the chaos, he had walked through the bowels of his ship, past his entire clan, to your bed. He had come to the one place, the one creature, that would look at the monster drenched in gore and ask not if it was a threat, but if it was in pain.

He wanted to be comforted. The Yautja wanted to look at something he created, not destroyed. And that was you. A low, almost panted breath hissed from between his tusks as he tore the bio-mask from his head, letting it clatter to the floor, forgotten. His golden eyes locked on yours and in the moment, the realization hit you once again – this was it. He wanted to have you with the adrenaline of the hunt still coursing through his veins, with the blood of his enemies fresh and cooling on his armor and paws. He wanted the most primal mating possible, a raw fusion of his violence and your surrender, to confirm his victory and his creation.

Slowly, never breaking his gaze, you lowered yourself from the bed. Your feet met the cold floor, but you felt only the heat of his stare. Your hands, so warm and soft against the plumpness of your own body, began to trail a deliberate path. From the cold, alien collar around your throat - the first symbol of his ownership - down over the gentle swell of your breasts, which had grown full under his provision, over the rounded softness of your stomach, a testament to the feasts he provided. You were showing him. Not just your body, but the living, breathing proof of his dominion and his care.

Good. You understand now. You understood from the very moment I saw you, pet.

He moved with the grace of a predator unleashed, pinning you to furs on bed. The hard plates of armor dug into your softness, but the pain quickly went away when his tongue started to lick and probe you – all over you. It lapped at the hollow of your throat, tusks scratching the line of your collar, the hard muscle washing over the curve of your breast with a rasping pressure on a nipple that sent jolts of lightning straight to your core. He was tasting you, cleansing his palette of battle with the scent and salt of his creation. Your body betrayed you utterly, responding to this brutal grooming with a pathetic, eager hunger - in mere seconds, you were dripping. A broken, pleading sound escaped you, your back arching against the rasp of his tongue, begging without words for the joining you both craved.

The Grendel King leaned back and his paw tore away the cod piece of his armor. You had taken a good, long look at his cock before, you’ve dreamed if it, you’ve wondered how it would feel. You had studied its formidable length, the intriguing ridges, the pulsating, bioluminescence life of it. With one paw, he held your legs higher, despite your pitiful whine and he positioned himself, the blunt, broad tip pressing against your soaked, desperate entrance. The stretch was immediate, breathtaking, far surpassing the preparation of his fingers. A choked cry was torn from your lips as he began to push, the thick, ridged length of him parting you with a slow, inexorable pressure. More. And more. And even more.

Your eyes rolled back, your nails scraping uselessly against his armor as your body struggled to accommodate the invasion, the burning, glorious fullness that was both agony and ecstasy. He was sheathing himself in the warmth he had created – and he growled, when you, his good pet, fitted it all.

Feel your warlord, little one.

His massive hands locked on your hips and he began to move. He wasn't thrusting; he was using you. The Yautja lifted your body with terrifying ease, only to drag you back down the thick, rigid length of him, forcing you to take him deeper with every descent. You were a living sheath, and he was moving you along his monstrous blade. Your moans and cries were no longer your own - they were a symphony he conducted, each one violently wrenched from you as he impaled you again and again. He hit your cervix with a impact, as if he sought to penetrate that, too, and yet, there was no shredding pain, only a deep, resonating pleasure that blurred the lines of your sanity. A slick lubricant seeped from his cock, generously coating your ravaged insides. It muted the pain but amplified the pleasure, as if it was specifically designed to make you take all of him, to make you crave this specific, brutal fullness.

“Ah! Ah, y-yes! P-Please, my king, my warlord! Y-you’re fuckin’ me so good – please, please, please don’t stop!”

The human profanity seemed to be understood even by him. He responded with clicks your translator failed to deliver to you – in rasping gasps, in guttural roars of animal finally having his mate. Your back arched and he held you upright, driving his massive hips onto yours. Each thrust was a piston of pure, unadulterated power, the ridges of his alien length stroking every hidden, desperate part of you with a devastating, dragging friction. The world dissolved into the scent of blood and sex, the sound of his roars and your sobbing pleas, and the feeling of being utterly, wonderfully ruined, remade entirely for this single purpose: to take him, to welcome him, to be the vessel for his savage and glorious vitality.

You felt the change in him first - a deep tremor that ran through his massive frame, a tightening of the powerful muscles cording his back under your scratching hands. His thrusts became harder, deeper, more possessive, burying himself to the hilt within you, as if seeking to fuse your very souls together.

MINE!

The translated roar was a final, definitive claim that shook the room.

And then it happened.

You felt the first hot, thick pulse deep inside you, a flood of his release. It was more than anything you could have ever imagined, a seemingly endless torrent that filled you beyond capacity. A sharp, overwhelmed cry burst from your lips as your own climax detonated in response...

But he was not finished.

The release continued, a powerful, unyielding surge. Your eyes, hazy with ecstasy, drifted down your own body, and a shocked, delirious, wanton gasp escaped you. There, on the soft, rounded plane of your lower stomach, a subtle but undeniable swell pushed outward, distending your flesh. It was a visible bulge, a perfect, taut curve created by the immense, hot load he was pumping into you, a physical testament to the sheer, impossible volume of his claim. He held himself there, buried to the root, as the last powerful jets filled you, his body shuddering with the force of his own release. The sight of your slightly swollen belly, marked by his essence from the inside, seemed to please him on a primal level. A low, satiated rumble vibrated from his chest as he looked down between your joined bodies, at the visible proof of his ownership. You collapsed back onto the furs, utterly spent, feeling the hot, heavy weight of his release within you, the gentle ache in your belly a permanent reminder of this night.

The dark green and cream colored male purred and tensed his arm. “Going on a hunt,” he explained to you and rubbed his jaw on your shoulder. You could tell he was rubbing his scent into your skin, specially since he was going to be leaving you alone in his home on Yautja Prime. But, food was necessary. He had to leave to provide for the two of you.

“On planet or off?” you asked. With your free hand, you cracked an egg open and dumped it onto the skillet over the stove. The egg sizzles and popped. You added a few more so you could feed Wolf before he goes.

“Off.” Ugh, even worse. Leaving you alone whole he was stars away. Wolf plucked a piece of bacon up. You slapped his hand with a scowl etched into your features. Wolf wasn’t deterred and tossed the piece of meat into his awaiting mouth. “Hmm, good,” he purred deeper.

Your eyes rolled. A grumble vibrated in your chest. “Brat.” He maybe centuries older than you but he was a grumpy, bratty, old man. He goes to grab another but you took his hand and placed it on your hip. “If you want to grab something meaty, grab that,” you huffed and pushed the plate away from him.

Wolf’s hand squeezed your hip and continued to keep you pinned to him, tight. His metal armor pressed to your softer, plush skin. Claws dug into your flesh, on the verge of piercing the softer skin. “I won’t be longer than the day. Just something to tie us over the next week,” he tells you. His only upper mandible grazes against your cheek. Even for the day, you’ll miss him.

Next week was a large celebration that’ll last all seven cycles and keep the two of you full the entire time. Sort of a celebration for their two gods: Paya and Cetanu. You may not fully understand it but the food was delicious.

“Before you leave, do you have time for some breakfast? It’s your favorite.” You turned the eggs over and placed two pieces of bread over the fire. They began to toast quickly. “Made with lots of love.”

How could this dangerous, lethal creature ever say no to his mate when she begs so prettily? “Of course, my mate. I’ll never turn down your food.” You beamed, happy to keep your mate full and content with you cooking.

Once the food was done, you plated it, giving more to Wolf and placed each plate down on the dinner table. Wolf scoops you up and gingerly places you on your chair. A laugh passed your lips, head shaking side to side in disbelief. Wolf sits down on the other side of you to enjoy the meal you’ve cooked for him.

Breakfast had been finished. Each plate licked clean. You picked up the dirty plates and carried them to the kitchen sink. Wolf come up behind you. One of his muscular arms snared around your torso and tugged you flush with his front. The protective male rubbed his face on your shoulder again. At this point, his scent was melded to your own. Everyone that got within a hundred feet of you instantly knew who your mate was. The very powerful, mighty, skillful hunter. He cleans up after yautjas who fail to contain hard meats.

“Stay safe,” he tells you. As if you could control such a thing on his dangerous planet.

“I should be telling you that.” You turned around in his hold and looked up at him with soft eyes. “You’re going out there to risk your life to provide for me.”

“Just stay inside. The unrest between clans could endanger your life.” You reached up and cupped his jaw. Unrest wasn’t uncommon but when it got close to Wolf’s home, he will worry for your safety.

“I will.” As much as you liked to tease and push Wolf’s buttons, you knew he was serious about this. When it comes to your safety, Wolf will never slack on that.

Wolf leans into your touch and closes his mismatched eyes. A chuff leaves his mouth. You smiled and stroked your thumbs along his wrinkly cheeks. “I must go if I want to be back before the suns fall below the horizon.” With a sigh, you let go of his face. Wolf’s arm slipped off of your waist. His warmth leaving you when he stepped away.

One last goodbye and Wolf leaves in his ship. You watched his ship soared through the air and disappeared in the blue sky with a wink. You sighed, shoulders sagging in sorrow. You hated when he’d have to leave and left you alone in his large home. Only yourself to entertain yourself. You turned back around and head back inside to work on the dirty dishes. Then, clean the house later.

Dishes were cleaned and set up on a drying rack. Pain stabbed in your lower back. You surely thought you pushed yourself too hard. Not that you completely believed that to be possible. Since it was just washing some dishes. You shrugged your shoulders and pushed onward to begin cleaning the house.

A pale of cleaning supplies was set on the counter. You pulled out a dust pan and broom before getting to work on the main floor of the house.

The suns rose and hit their peak when the pain in your back grew too much to bear. It started to spread through your pelvis. To the point you thought your period had started back up after the last year it had stopped. You placed a hand on the nearest wall and closed your eyes tightly. A low groan came from you. The pain only got worse. You feared something else was wrong.

In the bathroom, you stood in front of the counter and tossed your head back. What the fuck was happening to you?! Scared out of your mind, you used your watch to pull Wolf’s contact and pressed call. It rung… and rung. You bit your bottom lip. No answer. You tried again. No answer. Another time. Still nothing. You swiped through more contacts and found one that may answer and help you.

One of Wolf’s closest friends and medic. You pressed dial. Two rings.

“Hello?” Lo answered. Relief flooded your body but didn’t wash away your pain. A sharp, electric pain shot through you. A cry pierced the air. Lo calls your name in a stern voice. “Where are you?”

“H-home. Bath…room,” you croaked out. The pressure in your lower abdomen forced you onto your knees. You gripped the bathroom counter and sobbed out in agony. “Help me!”

“I’m on the way,” she reassured you. In the background you could hear her rushing around, grabbing supplies. Then, the door opened and closed. “Where are you hurting? What hurt you? Where is Wolf?” That was too much for you to answer and chose the first question she asked.

“Stomach!” is the only thing you can get out. Your nails clawed at the counter, desperate for some kind of purchase. You panted and felt extreme pressure in your pelvis. “Fuck, hurry!”

What felt like forever was only about five minutes before the green and cream female burst into the bathroom. Your head snapped towards her, tears in your eyes, dripping down your face. The med pack was tossed to the side. Lo knelt down at your side and picked your skin up. “What happened?” she asked you but nothing coherent fell from your lips. Lo curses under her breath and helps you to lie down on a rug.

Instinct drove you to keep your knees apart. You bit your knuckle to keep yourself from absolutely sobbing your heart out. Lo presses down on your belly. You screamed and kicked at her. She grabs your leg and pins it down. Only to pause when she notices something.

There’s a wet patch between your legs. “I’m going to take your pants off,” she tells you before easing your shorts off and spreading your legs.

“By Paya’s name.”

Barely a whisper but you heard it all right. You picked up your head to look at Lo. “What?!” you yelled at her, not meaning to raise your voice.

“You are in labor. Get in the position you’re most comfortable in.” Your eyes about bulged out of your head. You tried to scrambled away but Lo grabs your hand and shoves it between your open legs. Your fingers touched at something smooth. Something that’s never been there before. “You paused, eyes snapping to Lo’s face. “Yes, you are. The best position for new dam’s is to be on your hands and knees but you can choose.”

That was a baby. A baby was coming out of you. How the fuck?! Why the fuck?! What the absolute fuck?! Your breathing started to go frantic. Lo snatched your jaw and jerked you towards her.

“Stop it. That won’t help. Get on your hands and knees and listen to your body. Push when it tells you.” She was able to get you to listen to her. You shakily shifted onto your knees with Lo’s help. You wanted to collapse and give up. The pain was unbearable.

“Good, good. The suckling is already almost there. You are almost done.” You did your best to follow her slow breathing.

When your muscles contracted, you listen to it and push. A scream pierced the air as you bared down.

The first cry of something small shook you free from your stupor. Lo doesn’t touch the dark green blob between your legs on the rug. “Go on, pick ‘em up,” she encouraged you. You carefully shifted to sit down with a wince and gazed at the baby covered in gunk and still attached to you. It cried and squirmed around on the run. You gingerly picked up the babe and cradled it close to your chest. It slowed it’s cries.

Instantly, you could tell it was a hybrid between you and Wolf. She was ugly but cut in the same way.

“Oh my god… I just gave birth. To an alive baby. I didn’t know I was pregnant. Wolf would’ve told me. He would’ve smelled it.” You couldn’t wrap your head around it. You’d think even if you didn’t show, Wolf would’ve been able to smell your hormones change and alert you. “How is this possible?” You looked up at Lo for answers.

“Cryptic pregnancies are possible,” she told you. “It surely happened to you. Not even your scent changed until labor.” Lo had seen you about three months ago. If somehow Wolf missed it, then Lo definitely would’ve caught it then. She has the best scenting skill around these parts. Unless your scent never changed.

Cryptic pregnancy? The fact it happened to you, shocked you beyond belief. You didn’t know it was possible for Wolf to get you pregnant.

Soon enough, Lo helps you towel clean yourself off before wobbling over to your bed. A towel was set down to catch more of whatever fell out of you. The cord was still attached to the baby. A sweet girl with your eye color. You smiled down at her. “Your daddy is going to have a big surprise waiting for him,” you cooed to her. Then, you gazed at Lo who was cleaning up your mess. “How long should I wait until I cut the cord?”

“It is best to wait until the placenta has been expelled. You’ll have some more contractions as well.” What?! More pain? A groan left your lips, head tilting backwards. That’s not what you wanted to hear.

And you did. Over the course of a few hours, more contractions hit you. The placenta was expelled. Lo cut the cord for you since you don’t have sharp claws. You relaxed in your bed, eyes closed while the little one napped away, peacefully.

Until you heard footsteps through the house. Your eyes snapped wide and watched the bedroom door slide open. Wolf rushed inside, eyes scanning the room in a panic. The gold hues landed on you. Wolf made a step towards you, only to stop in his tracks. His jaw drops, eyes flickering between the two of you and healer.

His usual stoic posture dropped. “I was gone for a day. What in Paya’s name happened?” Wolf demanded, putting attention on Lo. She finished up and walks over to you and the baby. Lo kneels down at the side of the low bed.

“Your mate had a cryptic pregnancy. She and the suckling are fine. Sore and probably hungry. But fine. If you have questions, contact me. Now, I’ll be leaving.” Lo took her things before departing from your home, leaving you two alone with a new addition to the family.

A soft, tired smile was given to the new father. “Welcome home, Wolf. Surprise!” you said to him in a low voice as to not wake up the baby. Wolf slowly comes over to the two of you, as if not sure if this was real or not.

He kneels down at your side of the bed and gingerly brushes his fingers against her cheek. “She’s so small,” he muttered and grazes his fingers along her forehead. A mixture of human and yautja.

“I’m glad you’re back… I was so scared. You weren’t answering so I called Lo. Thank god she was close.” The baby continued to sleep, exhausted after the day’s events. :Do you think you could get me something to eat? I’m starving.” Wolf instantly nodded his head and quickly retrieved some fruit for a fast meal. You tried to reach for it but Wolf pulled it out of reach.

And unfortunately, there's only one way into the habitat: through the airlock. Exhausted, you lean your back against the white material and slide to the floor. The suit emits a soft hiss. Combined with the constant warning signal and beeping, it sounds like despair. Is this really how it will end? Suffocated just a few meters away from the atmosphere that could save you? That's bullshit. The wind howls and picks up speed. Jakal 2 is an extremely hostile planet with little more than pointed slate mountains and deep furrows reaching down into its very core. Hardly any life exists here, only highly specialized beetles and lichen species that spread across the mountains and valleys like a mosaic of life and sterile death. All this is topped off by the weather: Storms are the order of the day. Judging by the black clouds stretching over the eastern mountains, a glass storm will soon sweep over the habitat. Great. The good news just keep coming in!  If the lack of oxygen in the suit doesn't kill you, you'll be definitely killed by a dark storm with fist-sized shards of slate that the untamable wind breaks off the mountains. It would be like being thrown into a shredder—not a single body part would remain intact. So, which kind of death would you prefer? Suffocation or being shredded to bits?

Wait. The roof. The flat roof of the habitat has ventilation access. It's a narrow shaft, but maybe you can squeeze through it. Maybe a tragic death can be avoided after all! You quickly get to your feet, stumble briefly over the clunky boots of the suit, and rush to the side of the residential complex. With trembling hands, you grab the rungs of the metal ladder attached for maintenance purposes. Step by step, you climb up the side of the building even though the sensor in your suit beeps faster and faster, warning you that you'll soon die of oxygen deprivation. To make matters worse, that black alien creature has caught your leg, and the deep cuts on your thigh burn like fire as your overalls rub against the wounds with every movement.

Upon arriving on the roof of the habitat, you are greeted by the sight of the storm front climbing over the mountains on the horizon like a dark omen. This glass storm will hit the plain soon and last for days. Hopefully, the habitat's technology is still functioning properly - nobody wants to sit out a glass storm with no heater or running water. And for now, the fact that you will first have to search every nook and cranny for unwanted black aliens once you get inside is a minor issue. For now. Access to the ventilation shaft is intended for maintenance purposes only. The air filters purify the air sucked in from the planet, making it breathable for humans. These filters need to be replaced occasionally, and that's what this narrow shaft is for. Though it doesn't usually provide direct access to the living area. It is, however, your last chance to survive.