>Pairing: Male yautja x female reader<
divider by: @enchanthings
synopsis: You ran, heart hammering, but he hunted you down-relentless, inevitable. Your body buzzed, fear tangling with something darker, thrilling. Defiance only fed him; surrender was inevitable.
a/n: This took longer than expected. Pardon for the wait, I was endlessly nitpicking at this. Oops. Anyhow, enjoy. (I am working on another, different piece already) đ
content warning: primal play fetish, biting fetish, mention of blood (very fleeting bit), smut with plot, mature themes, yautja universe
yautja vocab: sainâja -> warrior, pyode -> soft, Daâdtou-di -> Little Knife
You plunged into the jungle, mud sucking at your boots, each squelch a scream of betrayal, too loud, too damning. Each stride forward just borrowed time.
The air was damp and choking, thorned leaves tearing at your arms as you forced your way forward. Muscles screamed, but it wasnât fatigue driving the fire in your veinsâit was him.
The thunder of his pursuit. Heavy. Inevitable.
Despite the settling ache, you refused to surrender, to yield. You leapt over a rock, hands brushing past velvety vegetation, the silken caress a fleeting lull. The twin moons above poured silver light through the canopy, washing the path ahead in shifting hues, beautiful and cruel.
A sapling slumped against a thicker trunk. You lunged towards it, palms biting into bark, a groan scratching against your throat, shoving until it crashed down, the boom splitting the night.
A barricade, obscuring his path.
Heavy footfalls struck your ears. Dangerous and unsettling. He cut through the woods like a promise. The thudding quickens, echoing through the jungle. Strange birds shriek skyward, their shadows dancing across the rigid undergrowth. For a moment, you laughâa giddy, desperate sound as you gazed on to amuse your ego. You expect him to struggle or at least slow his pace as he figures out a different route, but-
He clears it in a single leap.
Moonlight struck his eyes as he leapt. They flash burning gold, piercing as they locked on you. His terrifying shadow creeps in front of you, seeming small in the belly of the jungle, yet his presence was all-consuming. A true beast.
A chill crept at the low of your back.
You choke on a gasp, fear and something hotter colliding in your chest, stealing your breath. Caught off guard, you stumble as you turn away. The ground betrayed youâthe snare of a root, the brutal pull of gravity yanks you down.
You yelp as the mud slaps against your palms, breath tearing loose as the chase ends in dirt. You scrambled, bracing for the slam of his body. For crushing impact. For defeat. For ruthless domination.
Silence pressed in. Heavy. Suffocating. The forest gagged on its own breath.
Your breath slowed, chest tight, every nerve on edge, your synapses firing. The faint gleam of his armor caught the thick ray of moonlight, anchoring him behind you.
The suspense was deafening, the air squeezed around you, your mouth opening as you let go of a ball of air youâve been choking on. Your lungs ache as fear rushed your system.
The quiet was eating at you.
In the fog of adrenaline, you realize you could only hear the sound of your own rapid breathing. No noise came from behind you. Not a breath. Not even the faint crinkling of leaves beneath heavy feet.
You had to move. You needed to see him. Was he even there?
You twisted slowly, your heart roaring in your ears.
His eyes sharpen as he takes you in, sucking in a long breath as he became livid from the smell your body secreted. The smell of fear. You reeked of it. His mighty chest heaved, mandibles clashing restlessly, claws flexing and curling as if he couldnât contain himself. His eyes pinned youâferal, unblinking, ravenous enough to strip you bare without moving.
You take him in under the velvet light. His skin gleams ash-grey beneath the moons, taut with tension, shifting with each breath, blue scales peppered across his arms, tessellating the line of his broad waist. Tantalizing.
The air thickened. The tension consuming.
A zap rushed traitorously low in your belly. Terror sharpening into something reckless, something shameful. Your thighs trembled, not in exhaustion, but in anticipation. Air caught in your throat as you clenched your thighs and his mandibles stilled, scenting it, knowing it.
He stepped forward. Measured. Intent.
Two shadows bend in the night.
Acknowledging your defiant surrender, a purr rolls low and deep, rumbling through the forest, vibrating through the ground.
Another step, quicker. You retreat hastily, but to no avail. Your boots hit bark. The grand wooden pillar paralyzes your retreat with an unyielding embrace, pressing sharp against your spine, anchoring you in place. You were trapped.
No escape. The game ended here.
âThau.â you warned, the nickname breaking shaky from your lips, half-plea, half-caution.
The night stretched tight, charged. He moved with predatory patience, every stride a promise. Your surroundings swam in anticipation.
In a flash, fists crashed on either side of your head, his hulking frame caging you against him. The collision thunders around in your skull. The serpentine texture of his body standing only a hairâs breadth away. Your body may have betrayed you, flushing with shivers, hairs raised in prickling arousal, but your eyes never gave way.
You lifted your chin, gaze sharpening in challenge. The spare beads in your hair click with a sparkly sound as they brushed against each other, swaying soflty. His reply was aphonic; feral gaze, fixed and piercing, devouring you, inky pupils dilated in craving.
He examined, searching deeply for a crack revealing weakness, vulnerability. Enthralled by your unwavering determination, slowly, he tilts his head, itching closer. His breath softly ghosts the skin of your cheek. The rubbery extensions of his head patter against your lips as they sway, lightly hitting your nose, their aroma an oily, bitter musk. A dangerous fragrance turning your brain into mush.
His head dips lower, forehead scratching slow, tantalizing circles along your cheek, the roughness sweet as he presses further. Sharp mandibles drag down your neck, brushing away stray hairs, clearing his path in a haste.
He breathes you in, each exhale crashing hot and ragged, searing across your collarbones, desperate and consuming. Nudging lower, he takes a long whiff, drinking in your scent, milking the moment. Your arousal hits his senses, filling his lungs. A fierce guttural growl vibrated, his restraint slowly breaking apart.
A knee slides between your legs. Rough, leathery skin pressed at your core, claws tearing at the bark beside your head, gripping roughly, pent frustration evident.
Your mouth falls open. A gasp breaks free, sharp and uneven, sudden friction burning through every nerve until thought itself splinters.
Desire spilled low and heavy, slick need pooling between your thighs. Every wave of heat strips away restraint until all that remains is the dizzying need to be consumed. By him.
Your hand flew to steady yourself against him. Your palm firmly pressing into his lower abdomen, melting into the rough curves of his abs. A shaky effort to center yourself, your hand barely covering the firm expanse of his lower midriff.
He feels cool to the touch, a fleeting fallacy as the burning heat crashes against you. Fierce and scorching. Your cheeks flush.
âLittle sainâja thought tricks would help her. Tricks arenât welcome in a hunt. Iâm going to show you just how pyode you are.â He purrs.
A scraping sound cracked through the night as a dangerous hand falls to your shoulder, wooden splinters bouncing off you before falling to the ground with a silent rustle.
A threatening claw grazes your skin, trailing from the curve of your ear down the hot vein of your neck, leisurely slipping beneath the fabric. The touch is deceptively gentleâuntil it hooks, tugging hard.
The sharp pull stings, a numbing ache blooming across your skin. You gasp as the fabric gave way, stitching tearing, your top slumping down your side, exposing bare skin.
He purrs, satisfied with himself. His palm dragged lower, deliberate and unhurried, skimming past your breast, thumb teasing its peak before claws graze your ribs. With each rip of cloth, he stripped you further, savoring the unveiling.
His palm spanned your waist, gripping at the soft flesh of your abdomen. Sliding further, clawed fingers snaked their way into your pants. They brush over coarse curls, then down, wedging between your thighs, cupping your heat.
A broad digit gently presses against your damp center, stroking in slow circles, pushing at your entrance with every pass. The pressure pulls a broken sound from your throat, your lip catches between your teeth until itâs bruised, hindering its escape. He snarls at the resistance.
âDonât fight,â he rasps, voice thick and threatening. âNeed to hear your body as it betrays you.â
He shifts the damp barrier aside, exposing you, spreading you wide. Incoherent mewls only fueled him on. Your hips jerk, chasing the feel of his fingers.
A clawtip teased dangerously at your entrance, smearing slick between your thighs, before plunging inside. Your back bowed with relief, the ache in your core soothed at last.
His other hand slams behind your back, clamping down, pushing you further against him, scratching your skin in clumsy haste. He works you mercilessly, finger thrusting deep, his pace slow but heavy, stretching you open. You jerk into him, chasing more, nails raking his scaled skin. His taloned grip caged you against him, breasts crushed to his chest, nipples dragging with every breath.
His thumb smooths upwards, finding your clit, stroking the nerves in circles, pressure firm and overwhelming. Your eyes squeeze shut focusing purely on the knot tightening in your stomach, aching for release.
Your back curves impossibly closer. His hand slides up your spine, cradling your skull as long fingers tangle in your hair. Claws comb in lazy, scalp-tingly strokes, soothingâbefore he yanks, fisting at the roots, baring your throat. Your eyes snap open, blurring him into focus. His gaze pinned you, molten and merciless.
âKeep. Looking. At. Me,â he growls, each word a thrilling demand. âI want to see your eyes as I break you.â
A second finger drove into you, and whatever words you meant to say dissolve into a gasp. The sharp stretch ripped through you, hips grinding into his hand, the scissoring of his fingers overwhelming.
Your body shakes, pleasure winding hot and unbearable, his rhythm growing feral, savage. You cling to him, nails biting shallow marks into his flesh as your climax crashed, tearing through you in brutal waves. His name rips from your throat, a raw scream, as he worked you through it, slowing only when your body slumped against him.
Panting shallow, regaining your breath as he slips free with a wet pop leaving an aching emptiness to settle in the pit of your stomach.
His forked tongue drags over the slick coating his fingers. He tastes you with a rumble of approval. Your cheeks flush, shame and hunger tangling.
Abruptly, the warmth cradling your scalp lets go, your knees buckle, but he catches you, hauling you against him. He lifts you, effortlessly. A thick arm braced your back, the other finding purchase beneath your thighsâthe movement sure, practiced.
Gently, he kneeled, laying you down on the jungle floor, lush foliage hugs you, brushing against your back. The sensation soothing compared to the rigid texture of the jungle bark.
Steadily, he lays above you as he tries to cushion himself between your legs, a sweet stretch tugging at your thighs.
You meet his stare, your eyes eagerly gliding downwards, taking notice of the bulge throbbing beneath his loincloth, digging just below your exposed folds.
Lost in admiration of his sculpted body, a rough grinding friction rips you back. His hips buck, humping into you, teasing.
Your hand slides upward, brushing the thick cords that dangled so temptingly above, their heat thrumming with his pulse. You let your fingers toy with them, stroking slowly, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there.
His breath hitched, body stiffening, a guttural sound tearing free. That was what you wanted.
Curling your hand around one, you gave it a sudden, deliberate tug. His entire frame jolts, grasping at the fauna beside you, dangerous talons digging into the dirt in primal struggle of self-control.
A deep, malicious vibration rang through your body, dulling your senses. A warning growlâyou pull again, he canât promise reason.
Your heart hammered against your ribs, heat flooding your ears, pooling low between your thighs. His breath fanned the base of your neck, hot and steady, before the forked tip of his tongue slid across your skinâsavoring, tasting.
A promise of sharp teeth lingered as his mandibles captured your shoulder, caging you in a brutal mockery of a kiss.
A whimper slipped from your throat.
His weight pressed closer, his presence consuming every inch of you.
A bitter musk rolled over you in heated gusts, each inhale a dizzying wave clawing down your throat, rich, decadent. Your lungs sucked it in greedily, swimming in the intoxicating concoction. Your heart beat quicker, body turning into a searing blaze.
Saliva pooled beneath your tongue, your body falling victim to his ploy. Your thighs trembled. Heat pulsed fiercely at your core, clenching around nothing, anxious for release.
The cruel flush of pheromones overrode your system.
You rubbed yourself against the rough ridges of his loincloth, a desperate attempt to alleviate the unbearable desire. Squirming beneath him, trying to gratify yourself, hungry for him.
Breathless moans slipped past your lips as you braced against his hard chest, rocking erratically beneath him. A low rumble plucked you out of your haze, commanding and amused. A sudden flush of embarrassment hit your cheeks, halting your movements.
His gaze locked on you, enjoying how desperately you writhed beneath him. A large palm brushed across your face gently, pushing back stray hairs entangled in sweat.
In the midst of his wild, untamed ferocity, it was the tenderness that undid you, leaving you breathless, awash in a rush of helpless surrender. Lightly, your hands reached for his large alien head. Pulling him closer, your lips caught one of his mandibles, pressing a soft kiss.
Intimidating, yellow eyes closed tightly, taking in the surety of your momentary embrace, before quickly snapping open, pupils blown wide. Suddenly, a cold hand pressed against your lower abdomen, snaking beneath your pants. A sharp sting of claws grazed you as he tore your body free.
You gasped, the squeak lost to the jungle air as he tossed the ruined cloth aside and ground himself against you. His head fell beside yours, arms braced beside your shoulders, holding himself up, body hovering heavy but careful no to crush you.
Your hands fumbled at his abs, tugging desperately at the thick fabric of his loincloth until it finally gave. He sprang freeâthick, swollen, his length slapping hard against his stomach, precum smearing your belly. The sight made your mouth water. The feel of his need dripping hot onto your skin made you dizzy with want.
You reached, hesitant at first, then bolder, your thumb gliding over the flushed head. Thick, sticky heat coated your palm as you smeared him messily, greedy for the way he twitched in your grip. His mandibles flared wide with a guttural click, a warningâor maybe approval.
He jerked your head to the side, nudging forcefully, pressing your throat bare for his mouth. Exploring the naked curve of your neck, his tongue dragged slow and wet, forked tip unhurriedly tasting, savoring, marking. Then his teeth grazed, sharp enough to sting, mandibles locking around your shoulder in possession.
The sound that rumbled from him was low, dangerous, vibrating through your chest as he rutted desperately against your stomach, cock hastily sliding between your bodies, slick, leaving a messy trail up your navel. His heavy length dragged over your belly, the head catching on your clit before slipping higher. You mewled beneath him, begging for him to take you. He pulled back before pressing down againâthick tip smearing you open, just shy of plunging inside.
The pressure was unbearable. Teasing. Torturous. Your body arched to meet him, pleading for him to end the torment.
The stretch tore your thoughts apart, burning as your body struggled to take him.
A guttural growl tore from his throat as he sank into you inch by inch, mandibles flexing, teeth scraping your shoulder in the struggle not to slam home all at once. Muscles locked, holding you still. His whole body went rigid, holding you skewered on the thick tip, savoring the fluttering of your inviting warmth.
The sharp stretch faded into pleasure, your walls quivering around him, grappling to take more. He stilled halfway, chest heaving above yours, waitingâfor your body, for your submission. But the look in your eyes, the way your nails dug into his arms, was pure demand. The snarl he gave in response was feral.
With one brutal snap of his hips, he drove the rest of his length inside you, burying himself to the hilt. His sack smacked against the curve of your ass as your scream fractured against his shoulder, the sudden fullness unbearable yet divine.
He crushed you down, claws caging your hips, his palm forcing against your stomach so you felt every impossible inch inside, denying even the instinct to twist away. Your back arched, the pleasure and pain intricately jumbled, fogging your mind. You were caged, pinned, completely consumedâand you loved it.
âThau~â A ragged breath left your lungs.
âMove~â The plea cracked free without permission, your body begging in your stead. A surrender served only for him, and he reveled in it, large chest puffing up, swelling with pride. The soft clicking of mandibles swam inside your head, purring against your ears before his hips snapped, setting a pace just between cruel and merciful.
The friction seared, scintillating. Your body writhed beneath his feverish thrusths, overwhelmed, drowning in him. Rough, massive fingers clamped your ankle, shoving your leg high, pressing against your breasts. One leg hooked over his shoulder, the other jammed beneath his thigh, mercilessly stretched and helpless against the unrelenting drive of his hips. The angle drove him deeper, grinding against that devastating spot with every thrust.
His body loomed over you.
The swell of your breasts rubbed raw. Tough skin grinding against the ache at your core, the repetitive pressure overstimulating. A sharp, clawed touch grazed at your ribs clumsily, reaching further for your breast, searching, before pinching the soft peak, groping desperately.
The slick, punishing rhythm bounced through the forest. Desire pressing firm against the smooth prominence between your eyebrows. Your breath scorched his neck, ragged and desperate. Skin against skin, grinding, unyielding. Your heart strummed against his, each pulse alive and raw. Your core thrummed wild, the punishing rhythm binding you tighter, tethering you in the heat of his body. You gave yourself to him, bodies crashing, breaking, becoming one in desire.
The bumped ridges of his length scraped that sweet spot inside with each brutal thrust, your vision fracturing into sparks. Every flutter of your walls betraying your body's surrender, every squeeze a plea for more.
Your chest fluttered, ribs barely keeping up with your lungs as his weight drove the air out of you, every thrust a new battle for breath.
Your walls spasmed around him, every nerve screaming for release. His hips snapped, brutal, sloppy now, chasing his own end.
A rough circling at your clit tore you apartâyou shattered, body clenching tight, milking him in desperate spasms. Your head fell back, a raw cry splitting the night.
Tremors shook your body as white waves crashed through you. Gripping him ruthlessly, milking him as he filled you brutally. Teeth barreled down on your shoulderâsharp, savageâdrawing hot blood into the night. Pain flared as you yelped and shoved at his shoulders.
He eased. Slowly. Mandibles unclasping as a wet warmth licked at the wound, gentle and startling against the sting he'd made, alien saliva already soothing the ache. He stayed buried in you, filling you utterly as his body calmed.
A tender touch set your aching leg on the ground, knee bent, thigh leaning against him, brushing the rigid curve of his waist. Your hands slid beneath the hard plane of his abs, fingertips drifting across the warm skin, grounding you.
His thumb pressed to your cheek and the world steadied; light strokes wiped salty tears from your face, quieting the raging heat left in the wake of the climax. Your skin flushed, hair whipped into chaos, lips swollen from the hungry bite of teeth, you were art alive, amidst ruin. A living mark of what heâd drawn out of you.
Glancing at his mark on your skin, a possessive impression, something like pride swelled in him. Your hand reached up, tentative, admiring the Blooded scar seared into his skin, a rite of passage, an elevation in status he bore with pride.
His yellow eyes softened, dangerously gentle, taking you in. Mandibles clicked; a deep purr rolled through him, spreading through your bones, soothing your aching body. For a long, suspended breath you felt nothing but that vibration-pure, unfiltered serenity.
Your heart slowed, relief loosening the butterflies in your stomach, soothing. He withdrew, and a warm, green tide mixed with your release, slick and heavy, seeped out between you. Adrenaline drained away, your body slumped, a heaviness tugging at your limbs.
Sheathing himself, his loincloth fell around him, securing him. A breathless groan slipped out as exhaustion claimed you.
Metal groaned under the weight of him as he lifted you gently, scooping you up, your head cushioned against the warmth of his chest.
The jungle blurred around the edges; thoughts thinned to a pleasant, drifting fog. His arm wrapped around you, huge and steady, cradling you protectively. He started carving a path through the thick jungle, cutting towards the ship. The image of a warm, demulcent bath swam through your mind, eyes falling shut lazily.
Your lips parted in a whisper, unspoken words slipping from you in the small, drowsy space.
âI wanted to prove myself to you⌠that Iâm worthy. To show my strength. â Bare and true. The confession a murmur, barely discernible.
But, he heard, ears catching your disappointed words. He stopped, footsteps slowing, a large palm settling to rest on your brow. Lashes brushing his finger, you opened your eyes to find him watching you.
âYou are worth more to me than any trophy.â he rumbled, each word steady, official as a vow. âBeing your mate-this is my privilege.â The sentence landed in the hollow of your chest and settled there like a warm hearth. You tried to answer- but he spoke first, voice firm and sure.
âYou are my greatest treasure. Your strength inspires me. Donât fret-there will be more opportunities for you to wreak havoc, Daâdtou-di.â
His promise wrapped around you, tender assurance enveloping your heart. Happiness bloomed in your chest like flowers in spring, your lip trembling. You reached, fingers finding the base of his neck. Muscles contracted pleasantly at the gentle strain as you lifted, pressing your lips just above his clavicle in a reverent kiss.
He leaned down; foreheads meeting in a warm, fleeting clack. He trilled softly, setting off again. His arms held you in an assured embrace, vowing he would not let you fall.
The Yautja prize trophies and feats-bones lashed in triumph, scars proudly seared into skin, the proof of a hunted life.
They view themselves as the ultimate warriors, their societal structure intricately woven around hunting dangerous prey, a chase to prove their worth as skilled and honorable warriors. Each displayed trophy a prize, further emphasizing the significance and success of the hunt.
Today, in the darkness of this humid planet, he dragged behind him no bloodied spine, his body agonized and worn. Instead, he carried the warm weight of your body in his arms. Your mind drifted into sleep, his hold tightening in a small, sure way.
His prize tonight was not a carcass but the steady rise and fall of your chestâand for him, that was everything.
Whew, that was a long one.
For now I am finished with Thauâdta and moving onto a different storyline. đ
I hope this time it wonât take me eons to post.
