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“Live an honorable life and die honorably as well.” Those were the immortal words that rang in O’dtea’s head at key moments in his life, usually when he was watching himself make a mistake. They were the bells that sounded each time he wasted an opportunity or made a fool of himself. O’dtea’s father was a simple hunter, thoughtful and humble for a Yautja; it was unfortunate for him that his progeny was not as even tempered.

O’dtea was runty and had a bad attitude for much of his youth, always trying to outcompete his larger peers. He lost many fights and had many lessons painfully imparted to him by instructors and fellow Yautja younglings. That was around the time O’dtea started hearing his fathers words in his head; when he was full of malice and sore from losing to someone, he would hear them. O’dtea didn’t understand why his father was so level headed compared to the brawling force of men that surrounded them. Yautja warriors were quick to settle their disputes with their fists and relished in competition. O’dtea didn’t understand why his father was so different, or why he was different either. He wanted to please his father, and behave in a collected way. But it was hard to be mature as a Youngblood getting picked on by others. His differences made him easy to target and O’dtea was soon finding himself in fights or in trouble all the time. Each time O’dtea found himself in trouble, the immortal words would be in his head again, “Live an honorable life and die honorably as well.”

In time, O’dtea grew up into a fine adult Yautja and became a man in his people’s eyes with the passing of a serpent hunt. The independence of adulthood offered relief from the frustrations of youth. He could hunt with his father and other members of his clan, collect trophies and compete for the opportunity to mate. Time became less of a burden as each cycle became more routine and comfortable at his father’s side on hunts and travels. O’dtea didn’t worry about what others thought of anymore, his ship was full of kin and clansmen that respected him now.

O’dtea’s father died sooner than he was expecting, but it was an honorable death in battle, like he always preached. He died on a trophy hunt, a normal occurrence for any Yautja. The game they hunted was deadly, and they trained their whole lives to be skilled enough to combat that. Yautja died in hunts at all ages, they died in training as youth, and they died in competitive brawls. Death could come at any time and his father had accepted that long ago, as did most Yautja. Death was everywhere, they killed and were killed. However, it was a hard reality to accept that his father was gone. He was full of pain and felt lost. Maybe he was soft, maybe the different thing about him was his inability to embrace the Yautja way of life. He feared he was a coward. Those fears were only confirmed when he had his own progeny.

Time brought more opportunities to mate and produce offspring, and eventually O’dtea found himself a father in turn. It was then his fears were confirmed, he was a coward. The birth of a son made O’dtea realize how different he was truly, he could not bring himself to be the detached authority his peers were with their offspring. His son was precious to him, he could not deny that. Some Yautja only cared about the number of progeny they had, but O’dtea felt complete with just one. He had no siblings to speak of, and thought maybe his father had felt the same about him. Maybe their devotion to their children was their defining difference as Yautja. They couldn’t be strict and harsh when faced with the care they felt for their pups.

O’dtea tried to keep his son at pace with the rigorous training expected of Yautja youngbloods, and it wasn’t long before he was repeating his fathers words. “Live an honorable life and die honorably as well.” It was like a mantra when things got too soft between them. O’dtea saw himself following in his fathers footsteps, becoming the levelheaded guide to his runty offspring. His son was scrappy and troublesome like himself. It wasn’t long before O’dtea was the parent getting his son out of trouble and repeating that same mantra to him, “Live an honorable life and die honorably as well”. Deep down O’dtea didn’t want his son to ever die, he didn’t really mean the second part, it was just expected of them as Yautja. Only, death comes when it wants.

O’dtea hadn’t yet witnessed his son become a man, but his son died nonetheless. Like all natural things, death came when it wanted and without warning. O’dtea watched his son die in a competitive fight, trying to curry favor to join the next hunt their clan had been planning. It was quick, and knocked the wind out of O’dtea. Nothing could have been done to prevent it, the fight was a public spectacle to decide what youngbloods were trained enough to venture out. O’dtea’s son was just unfortunate enough to have a very skilled and merciless opponent. Plenty of Yautja lost offspring throughout life and never spared a second thought; but this was enough to disillusion O’dtea completely from the lifestyle he knew.

He spiraled into anger and loss and found himself evicted from his clan after trying to exact revenge on the one who killed his son. It wasn’t O’dtea’s right to have revenge, his son’s duel had been public and lawful. No matter how much pain lived in his heart, he could not have revenge or feel comfort in his father’s words. He could no longer live honorably, not when he felt so lost and alone in existence. And when death felt so meaningless, why bother living any particular way. He was expelled from his home and branded an outsider, no longer within his right to travel and hunt within the bounds of his clan’s territory. O’dtea’s life had quickly slipped through his fingers and fell into nothing, without his father and his son, it was all worth nothing.

That was the pathetic life’s story that played in his head, over and over each day, until O’dtea found comfort at the bottom of a bottle.

Without an ancestral home or true purpose, O’dtea had ventured far out into space. Farther than he had ever gone, where alien colonies had begun to crop up on any warm little rock, O’dtea hid from everything. Life was meaningless and easy to escape from in the throes of a musty alien colony. He felt no lust for battle or blood, no surge of power with a weapon in his hands, O’dtea only felt the urge to forget himself. If he couldn’t bring himself to hunt or die honorably, he would never meet his kin in the Hunter’s afterlife. He was doomed to be separated from them for eternity. O’dtea was too afraid to die and have it confirmed it was too late for him to join his father and son. All he could do was run away, run far away and drink.

One of the most prolific species in recent times, were humans. Originally confined to their blue planet, they now seemed to roam freely across parts of the cosmos. Their colonies spanned solar systems and galaxies by this point, and were not entirely unfamiliar to Yautja. Their close proximity made it convenient to use them as serpent hosts when needed, and they themselves were worthy trophies at times. Human hunting had fallen somewhat out of fashion in recent times, their large availability making them temporarily unappealing as prey. Though, it was only a matter of time before the trends cycled back to human hunts once again; for now they were merely a plentiful herd species throughout space. They were also increasingly friendly to alien species, inviting them to live amongst their colonies and offer their skills and knowledge.

O’dtea found easy residence amongst the species of flat faced apes. Their colony had been easy to find and O’dtea could rot away the rest of his days with his stomach full of drink. It was a hot little planet, comfortable for him, and populated with many other creatures besides the humans. He wouldn’t stand out, and no one would ever know the shame that brought him here. No one would know what a coward he was, how afraid to die he was, or how ashamed to be alive he was. O’dtea only wanted to forget, and so he did.

It didn’t take long for him to discover human vices, they had such a variety of them after all. Smoking, gambling, mating, and O’dtea’s favorite, drinking, were abundant. It seemed humans had much to forget, as their vices were everywhere and easily available. This felt almost like destiny, like he was meant to lose himself here in the wallow of humanity. There were bars on every dusty street, full of patrons that gladly ignored O’dtea as he drank himself blind and watched his life play out in his head. Self loathing became his greatest companion in time, at his side at each bar top. The thought of what a disappointment he was if his father could see him now, was ever present. He could only drink more, until he had spent everything he had. He gave away anything he had of value, desperate to keep that constant buzz that made everything a little more bearable. He had drank all he had earned from selling his space cruiser, traded him armor and helmet for a few drinks and settled a large tab.

When O’dtea had nothing left to spend, he finally sought employment. The humans were always eager to employ alien species, hoping they’ll have specialty knowledge or ability for their work effort. They had open arms for those with profitable skills. Whether it was using an alien species for their brute strength, or a knack for mechanics, a job was available somewhere. That’s how he found himself working in the ship yards, programming longer haul ship controls. It was monotonous work O’dtea could lose himself in, brew in his grief and end the day at the nearest bar. He could drink away his paycheck and repeat it again the next day. It was an easy, miserable, routine.

Grief was all consuming at times, nothing mattered anymore, not his surroundings or his company. Food was bland and everything seemed to lack color, things only felt right when O’dtea felt a buzz creeping through his skin. He at least felt something other than nothingness. He could work a whole day from dawn to dark and not notice the time passing if he was lost in the past. Yautja had long lifespans, the only thing that made the future bearable, was disassociating or drinking. He let everything go to autopilot, nothing mattered. He had never felt a true blood lust or zest for way of life, he had only felt satisfaction in participating with those he was bonded to. Now that they were gone, he saw no point in pretending to be something he was not. He was no great hunter, no warrior any longer.

That’s how he stayed for a long time. He didn’t know how long. The Yautja had fallen so far from his original purpose, he had been rotting on this colony planet long enough to see a generation of humans grow from infancy. His day was work, maybe food, and lots of booze; before sleeping it off in the shanty shack he slept in each night. He followed the crowd of humans to the ship yards each morning at dawn; and shuffled behind whatever group of them appeared to be headed to a drinking establishment at dusk. He didn’t have to focus on much, just live in the daze he had created.

Occasionally O’dtea would tune in to his surroundings enough to catch parts of conversation and goings on around him, though nothing was ever of much interest. Humans had capacity for intelligence, but the masses were largely annoying and ignorant. The other alien species around the planet were either spread far or lived in small communities with their own kind. Companionship was not a likely relief from grief. He was alone out here, far from any being who would know his language or name. The humans struggled to pronounce his name, calling him “Odie”, only making him feel more like a stranger here. That wasn't bad necessarily, he had no desire to be close to anyone, and these creatures had petty interests. They all cycled through the same talking points and arguments no matter how much time went on.

O’dtea would’ve gone on miserably until he dropped dead, if it wasn't for a chance encounter. It was after work one evening, the sun had begun to set and the twin moons were rising. The streets were lighting up with buzzing electric lamps. O’dtea found himself at a meat stall, he had followed a group of humans from his work crew absentmindedly. They had chosen well, the stall billowed sweet smoke from a grill and the scent of meat was heavy in the air. O’dtea hadn’t paid much attention at first, pointing to a few things in the menu and paying silently. He was lost in thought as usual, not entirely present when he sat down with what he ordered. His jaws twitched and his mouth watered, he was hungry as much as he tried to ignore his needs. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and finally left his thoughts long enough to focus on quick need fulfillment. His mandibles widened and snapped shut on pieces of skewered meat, pulling food to his inner jaws. It was good. Better than usual, O’dtea had never gotten particular about human food, thinking most of it was rather bland and overcooked. This meat was good, warm and juicy, bloody almost. It was good enough to stay present for a moment and listen in on the conversation around him.

Humans were simple creatures, especially the ones from the work crew. They only discussed a handful of things. It seemed they were repeating a favored subject again, females. Male humans were particularly obsessed with discussing potential conquests, however likely they were to succeed or not. They often fantasized about human females at work as well, naming ones they found attractive. It did little to entertain O’dtea, they all looked rather similar to him; round heads with flat faces, blunt teeth and fleshy mouths. They had a few superficial differences in their pelt colors and sizes, but overall they weren’t something to ogle from his perspective. Yautja females chose their mates based on fierce competition for trophies and rank, they are the dominant sex. Yautja females do not keep mates like humans, they raise their offspring alone amongst other women of their clan. They also kill any male they deem too weak to father their pups. Human mating rituals are plain and dull in comparison. They are fickle beings that mate for emotion, reproduction, or simply recreation. O’dtea did not bother keeping track of what they said anymore. It was all the same. That was until he heard the crude nickname they addressed him by.

O’dtea tuned in a little more, trying not to change his body as if he were listening. The humans were chortling and slapping their table in amusement. “Odie’s probably too much man for any woman to take!” They howled, making quick comments to each other. He couldn’t quite decipher the context of their amusement around him.

“Look at the guy for Christ’s sake! He’d tear that poor woman in half!” One man waved toward O’dtea in reference, O’dtea did not know why they were talking about him tearing women in half. He was much larger than any of them, it was clear he was the physically dominant specimen.

“You really think he’s got a monster between his legs? Something the ladies at the brothel can’t handle maybe?” Another man chuckled.

“He must, I’ve never seen him with a gal… not that he has a face any woman would want to sit on.” There was laughter again, loud laughter. O’dtea could only decipher some of their conversation, some of the meaning was lost on him. They were always so involved in each other's lives, they were social animals after all. They enjoyed discussing which of them mated with who, and It seemed their interest had landed on him finally. This wasn’t unusual, O’dtea would usually ignore any crude chatter and carry on miserably with his disassociation. However, he felt a little curious for once, what had caused this sudden focus on him?

“The size of his cock aside, you really think an ugly fuck like that, has a chance with a girl like that?” A man from the group had pointed at O’dtea and then towards the meat stall. He wanted to turn around and look at whoever they were pointing at, but didn’t want to give away his eavesdropping. Most humans assumed he didn’t understand their language, which bothered him none. This was one of the few times that it was useful.

“All I’m saying is, the only time she puts a fresh roast on the grill; is when he shows up. And she always gives him such big portions, she ain’t even cut me a piece like that! I’m just sayin’ I think she’s sweet on Odie.” Another voice raised again, the man sounding as if he had actually stood from his seat to give his proclamation. His words were curious. O’dtea didn’t recall coming to this meat stall prior to today, though he didn’t recall many things prior to today either. Days blurred together easily at this point. It was more than believable that he had been here many times without remembering it, if alcohol was involved.

“You think she sees him like a big pet lizard or something? Or do you think she’d really let him plow her?” The men were back to cackling and slapping the table in humor.

“Hell, that’s a show I’d pay to see!” There were shuffling sounds as the group of men began to gather themselves to leave. They continued their jabs and snickering as they shuffled off, away from the meat stall’s eating area and back onto the street. The sun was fully gone now, the sky black and full of stars. Insects were starting to fly around the electric street lights. It was time for a drink.

O’dtea got up from his seat, his long tongue still lapping out to clean food residue from the outer parts of his mouth. The air still tasted smoky and thick, the grill within the meat stall still burning away. He approached the order window with mild curiosity, paying attention this time when the human attendant came to take his order. It was a female as expected, smaller in stature than most male humans, her eyes had to look up to meet his gaze when he approached. She looked like any other human, fleshy and slight compared to his bulk of muscle. She looked at him expectantly, glancing back at the grills blazing beside and behind her every few moments. O’dtea pointed to what he wanted on the menu as usual, holding up four digits to undo how many he wanted. The woman nodded and quickly scurried around to produce bottles of liquor on the service counter. O’dtea left the payment on the counter as well, taking his drink and going back to his prior seat.

He sat facing the stall this time as he drank, trying to recall one of the previous times he had been here. He tried to remember the woman’s soft features, or what her voice sounded like. He came up empty. He had been living in a hazy fever for many cycles now, he wasn’t accustomed to trying to remember petty things. The woman flipped cuts of meat, occasionally returning to the counter to take another person’s order. O’dtea had finished his first drink, noticing by this point that the human woman seemed to watch him. He had caught her glancing over at him several times by now. It made him think again about what the men on his work crew had said about her.

O’dtea did not know the intimate details of human courtship, but if the human males suspected she favored him, who was he to disagree? She made eye contact with him several times as he finished the last bits of his food and watched her tend to her grill. Each time, the blood in her face would pool in her cheeks, an odd kind of coloration Yautja did not have. O’dtea felt a buzz creep into his limbs, the buzz he had been missing all day. It warmed his mind and he couldn’t help but ponder things. He thought about how long it had been since he felt another body against his. He thought about how large he was, and if he was truly too large? He hadn’t felt something like lust in a long time, having thought any kind of pleasure was undeserved. But now, watching the woman work over the hot flames, seeing the sweat drip down her glowing skin, O’dtea felt rather hot.

Knowing someone wanted you had power over the mind, O’dtea had never been one to refuse a female who had chosen him. The thought that he was desired in some way sent heat through his loins. He had told himself he was a shell of a warrior, no longer anything but a pathetic waste, no use to anyone. He hadn’t considered some alien creature might take interest in him, it gave him mixed feelings. In his prime, O’dtea would have worked all season to present the highest quality trophies to a female Yautja of good breeding. He wouldn’t have looked twice at a beast that wasn’t his own species as breeding partner. But this wasn’t breeding he supposed. Humans were fond of casual sexual encounters, often preventing conception of a child if they could. Perhaps this female wanted that.

The woman was still working the grill, though as it had grown later, less customers were appearing now. She was still glancing up at O’dtea every few moments, peeking over her shoulder at him, only to look away when she’d made eye contact with him. He couldn’t look away from her now, he was trying to imagine her body, if she was compatible with his. He tried to imagine how their bodies fit together, if she could take the length of his cock and survive. The idea of her body was not entirely unpleasant, she had curves similar to a female Yautja, and a swollen bosom he was curious to touch. As O’dtea finished his final drink, he had come to the conclusion that he hadn’t fucked anything in a long time. His imagination had left his cock swollen and aching in his pants, and now watching the woman, he felt hunger. He wanted a body to sheath himself in and fuck his troubles away, and she was starting to look tempting.

It was late now, hours had passed and it was time to close up. The woman had doused the fires in the stoves and was turning the lights down inside. O’dtea was so focused on his sexual fantasies he had forgotten to order another round of drinks, though now he was worried he would go home alone. He didn’t know how to approach a human female, or how to show interest in one. Humans were fickle and could frighten easily. Now that the thought of physical companionship had entered his head, O’dtea craved it, almost desperately. The woman was coming out of the side door of the stall, her arms full of belongings. He didn’t know which way she would take to go home, but he got up from his spot to try and say something. She was looking right at him now, her face flushed with color and her hands twitchy. They seemed to meet each other after a few steps, the woman looking much smaller now that she was right in front of him. Before he had time to panic about not knowing what to say, she spoke first.

“Want to come home with me?”

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Love is a strong word, too strong for the situation I was in. I wasn’t in love, but I was in lust. Lust at first sight you could say. I had been in lust with the big alien in front of me for months now.

He had come to my meat stall a few months ago with the rest of some work crew men. He ordered more than anyone and came back for seconds, and then proceeded to drink himself sloppy the rest of the night. He came back and repeated the routine several times a month, and each time I would fantasize more.

I had always leaned toward the taboo side of sexuality, having been with several alien species prior. Something about humans had grown boring and predictable for me. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend or seem to see most alien partners more than once. I felt like I would be horny and alone forever. But then he came, a muscle bound hunk, drowning his problems in booze. He was a Yautja, a pretty rare species to see on the colony, or anywhere else really. He was taller than any man, each limb thick and twisted in muscles. His thighs were wide a corded, he skin scaled and dappled in natural colors. His face was somewhat fearsome, with a large crested head and mandibles on either side of his mouth. His eyes were deep set and sad, always sad or far away. I think it was his sad eyes that caught my attention originally. They bore right through me, so deep and troubled. After that I couldn’t help but admire the rest of him. His body was exactly my type, and the fact that he seemed to be a sloppy, sad drunk was, unfortunately, also my type.

He towered over everyone, and his face intimidated most people, but when I looked at him I couldn’t help but get wet. It wasn’t long until I was touching myself to the thought of him, pushing fingers into myself and wishing they were his. He was just a stranger, a beast some might say, but seeing him rip into a piece of meat with those mandibles and teeth, really got me going. I knew I was perverted, but I had long accepted that about myself. I thought about how big his cock might be, how it might be too big trying to enter me. That’s when I started buying new toys, experimenting with larger and larger ones. I didn’t think I’d actually sleep with him, he was an alien after all, but one could never be too prepared. The larger the toy I used, the more realistic my fantasy of him felt. It got to the point that I was slick between the legs at just the sight of him at my order window.

I couldn’t help but start to favor him, he was such eye candy now, and in my fantasies he fuck me silly. When I saw him coming, I’d pull out a roast I’d been marinating and put it on for him. I couldn’t help but cut thicker slices and larger portions of it was for him. He would stay longer if he had more to eat. He’d drink the night away and I’d touch myself behind the counter if no one else was around. I wanted him so badly, wanted his scaly body looming over mine.

When I heard the men from the work crew talking, I was so embarrassed that someone had noticed some of my behavior. When they started talking about if it was possible for the Yautja man to even have sex with a woman, I couldn’t help but blush. I had wondered the same thing, but they were practically yelling it. There was no way the object of my affection had not heard the conversation. I will admit it was disheartening that he hadn’t noticed my efforts to gain his favor. Maybe now was my chance. Maybe I would be brave enough to say something to him tonight.

After the men had left, the Yautja ordered enough drinks for a party of people and then sat back down. For the rest of the night he watched me. His brightly colored eyes were like a bird of prey’s, so sharp as they followed me as I worked. I couldn’t help but get nervous, maybe he was offended, maybe he was upset. It would hurt my ego a little if he was offended by their suggestion. He never got up to order again, instead he just watched from afar, slowly working his way through his drinks. The longer he stayed, the more hopeful I was that maybe he had actually taken interest in the men’s conversation.

Eventually I decided that if he stayed till closing, I would invite him over. There’s no harm in just asking, he could just turn me down. Though I suppose he could eat me or something too, there is always that risk. Something about the way our eyes kept meeting, told me he was thinking about me too. The air felt thick and heavy the later it got, my nerves were growing, and I felt like I might burst soon. The heat in my core was growing to an ache that I had to address eventually.

When the time had come, I stayed true to my word and I asked him as I left work, “Want to come home with me?”

At first I was worried he didn’t understand me, but after a moment, his mandibles twitched a little and he nodded. I felt my heart leap into my throat for a moment and I was suddenly more nervous than before. I stood there staring at him for a moment, a little shocked this was evening happening. I needed to pull myself together, this was exactly what I had always wanted. I smiled at him in the most normal way I could manage and pointed in the direction I was going. He nodded and wordlessly began following me.

I couldn’t believe I was walking home with the alien of my fantasies, the tension in my body was building at the thought. The walk was dark and quiet on the empty streets, people were inside or asleep, it was just the two of us. Neither of us were talking, and it was somewhat awkward with him trailing behind me like a dark shadow. I couldn’t help but look back at him and try to think of something to say, instead I could only admire his physique in the moonlight. His body would be naked and in my house soon, I thought. He would be naked and I would be naked, and I felt a fresh wave of nerves come over me. I also felt aching between my legs, excitement starting to zip along my limbs. He was still watching me with such intensity, his scaly skin glittering in the moonlight.

“What’s your name?” I asked suddenly, realizing I couldn’t sleep with a complete stranger. I had to at least know his name, and we were approaching the door to my home soon.

“O’dtea” came a clicking, grumbling response. His voice sounded like an animal mimicking speech almost. I whispered it to myself before trying to say it aloud to him, but it still didn’t sound quite right coming from me. O’dtea then looked at me expectantly, and I realized he wanted to hear my name too. I told him and he also tried to say it back to me. A few steps later we had reached the threshold to my home, and my hands shook a bit when I unlocked the door. I eventually got the front door open and quickly stepped inside. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I heard his bulky body enter behind me, I could feel the heat coming off of his skin right next to me. I was so nervous, I wanted to talk or expel the tension some way, but the sexual energy filling the room was becoming palpable now. I could feel sweat prick on the back of my neck and legs, my knees feeling somewhat weak now that we were alone together. I could hear the rise and fall of his steady breathing, the rumbling of his chest was like that of a cat purring. I turned to finally face him, my home feeling cramped with his large presence added to it. He was looking down at me, his eyes bright and piercing in the darkness, his lower jaws were twitching and trembling with I assumed excitement. He clicked and purred, looming over me as I tried to find my courage again. I didn’t want to be brave enough to invite him in but then go limp the moment he touched me, I needed to make another move.

I forced my body to start moving again, reaching for my shirt and beginning to pull away my sweaty work clothes. I tugged my shirt over my head and then unbuckled my belt to let my pants fall to the ground at my ankles. I felt goosebumps crop up my back at the exposure to cool air, and almost flinched when my suitor finally touched me. O’dtea reached for me, one dinner plate sized hand placed on my hip, his eyes never leaving my face. He seemed hesitant to touch me, his hand barely grazing my skin and unsure where to go from here. He seemed to watch me for permission, not as aggressive about getting down to business as I was expecting. I placed a hand over his, his skin rough and pebbled under my palm, and I guided him to touch my body. I took his other hand and placed it on my chest, using his hands to touch up my stomach and breasts. He seemed to get the hint, his touch becoming hungrier and hard against me. I barely had time to unhook my bra before he was pulling against him and squeezing my ass. His hands kneaded up my body, touching everything with demanding force.

His body smelled musky and sour, like sweat, there was a slight sweetness to him as well. I inhaled deeply as he pressed me to his body and continued to touch mine. He grabbed my hair, raking his thick digits through it and balling it in his fist before letting it fall back around me. I touched him back, feeling the smoothness of his reptilian skin. He wore a work jumpsuit tied around his waist, his chest and shoulders probably too large to fit completely; I didn’t mind the easy access to the plump muscles of his chest. His body was hot and a sensory delight under my hands, the various textures of scale and hide fun to explore in the dark. I could feel him reach between my ass and thighs, tentatively grazing the lips of my pussy with clawed digits. I jumped a little in surprise at the dangerous sensation.

I didn’t realize what was happening as he flipped me around to face away from him, pulling me close against his body and holding me tight. His large hands pawed my breasts with increasing need, squeezing and pressing them together. A breathy whimper escaped my lips and he seemed to only get more excited. His head was high above mine, but I could feel his hot breath pant on me, his mandibles tickling the top of my head. I felt something hot and wet graze my face, I assumed it was his tongue… his much longer than I imagined, tongue. I was already exploding with sensation and excitement, but feeling his slimy tongue lap down my face and neck sent a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I thought about all the times I had masterbated in this very room to the thought of O’dtea, I felt like I could cum right now as his powerful hands groped me all over.

He reached between my thighs again, his fingers grazing through my wet folds. He held up his hand, my juices shining in the darkness across his fingers. He brought his hand above my head and I heard slurping sounds as he tasted me. O’dtea grumbled against me, pressing his hips against me and rutting a hard object into my back. My mouth watered at the firm length he wielded, I wanted it inside me soon. Foreplay be damned, I had waited too long to draw this out much longer. I tried to reach behind me and feel for his length, but he still wore his work uniform and the fabric was too thick to give me what I wanted. His grip on me was tight and possessive, hands still getting their fill of squeezing the particularly soft parts of my body. I yelped at the sensation of pain, his large head had lowered to bite the sensitive skin of my neck. I could tell he was being gentle, his four jaws carefully spreading out across my throat. I felt hot saliva trail down my neck when he pulled away, and yelped again for him when he pulled one of my nipples hard.

“Please… I want you inside..” I managed to whimper in between his demanding touches, one of his large hands beginning to paw between my legs again. I wanted to look at him, facing away from him made it feel more like one of my fantasies, I wanted to see him when he tasted me. I tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but he was too strong. “O’dtea please..” I whimpered again, this time feeling the loosening of his sturdy arms from around me. I turned and took him by the hand, pulling him further into my home to my bed. He allowed me to lead him, his steps heavy behind me. I turned around to face him again and he was finally removing his jumpsuit, pulling the thick canvas over his hips and letting his glorious cock spring out for me. It was better than I had imagined, thicker and heavier than I was expecting. It was covered in ridges and protruding knobs along the shaft, the head wide and darkly colored. He already wept from the tip, precum of sorts dripping down his long shaft to the purplish sac that hung beneath. My mind immediately thought of all the ways I wanted him to violate me with that cock, I wanted him cum in every hole and I wanted to choke on it as he rammed it down my throat. He could hurt me with a weapon that large, the base thicker than anything I had ever seen. I was glad I had been stretching myself out with bigger toys, though I was doubtful O’dtea could penetrate me fully without some pain. I didn’t mind that though, I had fantasized about what kind of delicious ways his lovemaking would hurt me. I wanted to feel my pussy stretch and ache as he entered me.

I scrambled onto the bed, feeling needy and ready to have him panting over me. I turned my ass up in the air to face him, lying on my face as I raised my hips high in the air for him to see my soaking pussy. I felt my face burn as I pressed it into the bed and presented myself to the Yautja. I reached behind me and spread my pussy lips open, feeling the cool air on my gaping entrance. I should have felt embarrassed, this position was so vulnerable. I could just hear his heavy panting and the constant rumble of his catlike purring. From the corner of my eye I could just barely see his fearsome face looking down at me, mouth agape and jaws drooling. I had never been so sure I would be eaten by someone else then right now as I waited for him to move. I finally felt the edge of the bed sink and creak as he propped one leg up. Heat radiated off of him as he came closer, anticipation building in my loins as he began lining himself up. I felt the heavy weight of his cock slide through my ass cheeks, flinching slightly at the sensation. He was growling and panting as he slapped his length against me, testing the feel of my entrance a few times.

I whimpered as he pushed the fat tip of his cock into the first inch or two of my entrance, only to pull it out with a pop. I wailed as I felt him teasing me, pushing his large head into me and pausing, only to pull out and slap my ass harshly with a large hand. I yelped, but did not protest, enjoying the way he was playing with me first. Just the tip was huge inside me, pushing into my tight pussy with a give of my walls. “Please! More!” I gasped after he had pulled himself out again. I wiggled my hips towards him, spreading my pussy open as much as I could to further entice him. “O’dtea please! I need you!” I wailed, feeling him kiss the entrance of my pussy once again with his tip. He pushed himself in once more, but this time didn’t stop pushing. He inserted inch after inch of his girth into me as I screamed in delight. It was sharp and painful for a moment, followed by incredible fullness and pleasure like none other. He forced his way into me until I felt like I could feel him in the back of my throat, his cock so much bigger than anything that had ever been inside me. My pussy ached and stretched tightly around him as I cried out and squirmed beneath him. His hands grabbed my hips hard, not letting me get away as even more of his cock pushed its way into me. I couldn’t take anymore, I felt like something would break soon, my walls feeling so tight and full as he pressed all the way against my cervix. I yelped in pain again as he pounded against my womb, trying to bury himself further. When I cried out again he finally stopped, just remaining inside me as I clenched and spasmed around his enormous girth. I wanted to get used to it quickly so I could enjoy it, but I also enjoyed the pain of him taking me here right now. I had waited so long to feel this, had imagined how he might feel as he filled up my needy cunt.

I heard him hiss above me, his claws digging into my sides like needles. I turned as best I could to see him, his body large and dark above me, intimidating. He finally pulled an inch or two out, the texture of him catching on my flesh and pulling screams out from me. He was just too big, I didn’t know how long I could take this much of him. Before I could say anything though, I felt his hips slam against mine, and impossibly he had inserted even more inside me. I could feel him pressed against my cervix, pushing hard until he pulled out again and slammed back inside. I could only wail in ecstasy and torture as he began a brutal pace of pulling out and ramming into me. My hips bucked as he penetrated me, my entrance stretching to its limits and dripping down my thighs with squelching sounds. The noises in the room were beyond vulgar, squelching suction sounds filled my ears as the Yautja fucked into me. He was merciless, pulling my hips hard against him and letting the force of his body shove his length deep inside me as I cried. His ridges and bumps caught every sensitive wall on their way out and in, wringing my first orgasm out of me before I had realized it. It was quick and hot and blinding, not a full body one, but it shot sparks of sensitivity through every limb. I felt a gush of liquid as my hips bucked once more, I must have squirted, I thought as the sheets pooled wet with the spray.

I had so much heat and electricity radiating through my limbs I thought I would melt right here underneath him. I had been worried about him eating before and now I really felt like he was consuming me entirely. His hands dug into me as he pounded into me, no longer being careful or gentle. I screamed and bucked against him, feeling the building of another orgasm already. He growled and clicked, hissing words I didn’t understand as he filled me over and over again. I felt tears streaking down my face, unable to tell if they were tears of pleasure or pain.

In a flash, my beastly partner withdrew himself completely and seized one of my legs to flip me over onto my back. I gasped as I looked up at his visage of lust, his torso glistening with sweat and his muscles flexing under his skin. I admired his pecs and abdomen, the way his hips angled in a seductive way to his burly thighs. His locs hung wildly in front of his face and over his shoulders in a way I couldn’t help but be attracted to. He didn’t have traditional hair, instead having tubelike tendrils growing beneath his bony skull crest. I had always wanted to touch them. He seemed to be admiring me the same way I was looking at him, his eyes trailing down my body and eventually back up to my face. I reached up, my arms open and ready to accept him once more. He fell down into my embrace, barely hovering above me to nip at my hair and cheeks with his mandibles. His tongue slid out to lap at my face, probably tasting sweat. I hummed at the ticklish feeling of his featherlight kisses, his tongue even licking over my lips until I parted them for him to taste inside. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but it was close enough as our tongues intertwined and tasted one another. His jaws were rather intimidating as they splayed carefully around my face to allow himself closer, but none of the sharp tusks touched me. I took my chance to reach up and touch his hair and face gingerly, hearing him purr in response. Then, before I was ready he had pulled away and sat up, looking down at me with those intense eyes. I could feel him line our bodies up, his tip prodding at my cunt tentatively. His eyes were locked with mine as he pushed back inside, still big as ever. I groaned at the return of his girth and writhed on the bed, gripping the sheets as he seated himself back inside.

O’dtea fell forward over me, balancing on his elbows as his hips found their rythm against mine. The slapping sound of our bodies returned, my head spinning with ecstasy. I held onto him, my nails digging into the skin of his sides as he fucked me roughy. I could barely think straight anymore, only focusing on the building in my stomach and thighs as he pumped his girthy dick inside me. My mouth hung open, my voice coming out loud and unashamedly as my body tensed in anticipation. “Yes! Yes! Yes!.. Oh God Yes!”, were some of the only coherent words I could manage to get out. He filled me entirely, the weight of his body pushing him through me with ease. His hips slapped against mine, my legs spread wide for him. I shook and squirmed as his pace brought me to a rapturous orgasm, feeling myself clench and buck underneath him. My head felt so hot, my limbs tingling as waves of painful pleasure rendered me numb to the world, only able to feel the weight of climax in my core.

I gripped my lover hard, digging my nails in so I did not float away, my mind hazy and liquid as he filled my cunt with his length. I moaned and gasped as his thrusts got more demanding, his breathing getting heavy and rough. He growled and barked out something I didn’t understand, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of me and shredding the padding easily. I yelped when he bucked into me hard, seeming to push himself in as deep as he could, feeling a prodding in my stomach. He roared desperately and I felt a hot sensation in my cunt. I felt pressure and the rush of liquid as he poured semen into me, his hands grabbing me and not letting me squirm away as I gasped and moaned with overstimulation. I looked up to see him looking right at me, his mouth open and panting as he squirted even more seed into me. It seemingly never ended, feeling the surplus begin to seep out from between our connected bodies. I had never felt so full of someone else, wanting to look down and admire how he had stretched my pussy so wide. O’dtea panted heavily above me, loosening one hand to palm one of my breasts. I could only lay there and whimper weakly as he finished pouring his seed into me.

It only took a few still moments before my mind began returning to me. That seemed to be the case for O’dtea as well, his breathing returning to normal and eventually pulling himself from me. It made quite the mess, gushing down my thighs and onto the bed. I would have to clean up in the morning, I thought lazily, my body still limp and unresponsive. I was completely spent, my eyelids already feeling heavy. I didn’t know if my lover would stay much longer or if he would hurry off in the night, but I would rather fall asleep now while I’m still feeling blissful. I felt the bed shift with the Yautja’s weight, and then felt his hands back on me.

He gathered me up in his arms, lifting me from the bed and pool of stickiness. I didn’t know where we were going, my eyes too heavy and my mind too sleepy. Maybe this was the part where he ate me, I half joked to myself. Instead, I heard the sounds around us get echoed and then I heard the sound of the shower head. We must’ve been in the bathroom. His body was warm and comfortable against me, easy to feel sleepy next to, and his smell had grown even sweeter somehow. I hardly noticed when we entered the shower, O’dtea’s grip on me as firm and gentle as ever while he held me under the warm water. I was already beginning to doze off, not remembering much of our time in the shower. I don’t remember getting dry or leaving the bathroom, I came to back in my bed a while later. It wasn’t wet or sticky anymore, the blankets were dry and I felt so tired. I wanted to see if my suitor had stayed, but I was too sleepy now to really pay attention. My eyes were too heavy to really see and I just wanted to rest.

I could only hope my lover would be there in the morning.

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It was still dark when O’dtea finally left the human woman’s residence. He had spent several hours sitting on the edge of her bed watching her sleep. She was so exposed and vulnerable like this, the hollow of her throat delicately rising in the moonlight. She was a curious creature, not attractive in the traditional sense, but alluring in her own way. Maybe he had just tasted the pleasure of her body and knew what she now offered. He ruminated in their joining, looking at the marks he had left of her fragile skin. He touched her gently, feeling the strands of her hair between his fingers, petting her soft skin.

Eventually the throbbing in his head forced him to take his leave. He almost wanted to stay, but the need for a drink was becoming more pressing. O’dtea dressed easily, tying his jumpsuit back around his waist after pulling it up his legs. He gave the woman another long look, feeling a tug to stay. O’dtea shook his head and finally left, trying his best to be quiet in the small residence. The night air was a welcome greeting when he finally walked back onto the street.

His head was clear finally, but aching, everything seemed to be aching. O’dtea’s thighs and hips ached as he walked, he hated to admit he was out of shape. He had grown soft after years of wallowing in self indulgence. His body was hardly the temple of physicality it used to be. He couldn’t even mate with a woman without his legs trembling afterwards. She was half his size, he should have been holding himself back with her, instead he found he was exhausted. Her body had wrung him of all his strength and now he needed a drink.

It didn’t take long to find a bar still open, a few minutes of walking and O’dtea was bathed in the neon lights of an establishment. It was nearly empty inside, only a few patrons sitting in the corner booth talking to human women. O’dtea found himself a seat at the bar and was served immediately, which was a relief. This night had been a whirlwind looking back, it was good to be somewhere familiar feeling. His mind had been such a mess, unsure what dominant emotion would take over in the end. He felt guilt, for feeling so much pleasure and relief in the company of someone else. He had grown so accustomed to his own miserable inner monologue, feeling something else was like betraying his commitment to self sabotage. Grief had convinced him that the only way to be close to his son and father was to live like he was dead. He hadn’t expected to go home with the woman from the meat stall.

Odtea didn’t know why he had chosen to follow the woman home. He had been alone all this time and another being’s company had never inticed him, platonic or otherwise. He had physical needs he could relieve himself, he didn't necessarily need the company of someone else. When the woman had shyly looked up at him and asked him to come home with her, he felt he couldn’t refuse. His blood had been boiling, he wanted to rip her clothes off right there in the open. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him, he was suddenly her slave. He dutifully followed her down the street to her little abode, his cock hard and aching for whatever awaited. Like a spell had been cast on him, his eyes followed her every move until it was finally time to touch her.

She had been so soft, so plush under his finger pads. Every part of her was a delight to feel against his skin. She smelled smoky and savory like the meat she grilled all day. The taste of her was succulent, salty, good enough to eat. To bathe in her essence was a feast for his senses. He couldn’t help but grope and squeeze and lick her, she was delicious. He thought of her taste even now as he ordered another drink from the android bartender. The memory of it danced on the tip of his tongue, the ghost of her all around him. What played in his mind though, was the way he had presented herself to him, so enthusiastically, so willingly, so desperately. There was no fight, no test of strength or proving he was worthy of her, she had simply invited him home.

It was all very unfamiliar, he had never had sex quite like that, looming over his partner like that. Yautja women were so large, sex with them was like a battle for dominance and power. He had lost a few claiming fights to Yautja women in his inexperienced days, feeling lucky to have lived through the experience. He was much too out of shape to be worthy of a female Yautja, but pleasing the human woman? As far as he could tell, he had been more than adequate at providing her pleasure. He could still hear her screams and breathy moans in his head. Her cunt had been so soft and wet, so tight and all he wanted was to go back to her home and feel her all over again. Pleasing her was one of the few things he did not feel guilt about. She had seen some kind of value in a drunk like him, the least he could do was mate her thoroughly.

Going over everything again had made him stiff in his pants, guilty and aroused. He didn’t know if he wanted her as much as he wanted more physical touch and affection. He had been self isolated for so long, feeling no one could replace the companionship his family had given him. Now it was like that woman had clawed a hole in him, one that ached for touch and the recognition of another. It was a fleeting feeling he was sure, one he could drown out with a few more rounds. He wondered if this need for companionship could be filled by anyone, or if somehow that woman had something special about her. He had never looked at a human female and thought about the possibility of sex with one before. He rarely acknowledged any human as anything but a living thing in his vicinity.

O’dtea looked over his shoulder at the people in the corner. The women were what humans called “working girls”, trading sex for payment. O’dtea had observed this trade agreement take place before, the women often waiting outside the ship yard on payday. He pondered the thought of what another woman might feel like in his arms, and paying one was rather convenient. O’dtea felt immediate disgust with himself, he hadn’t felt another person's touch in so long and here he was thinking about how to do it again with someone else. Instead of appreciating the woman who saw him as desirable and attractive, he was considering paying one for meaningless pleasure. He should have stayed with her until morning, cared for her and slept at her side until she sent him away. Instead he ran to the closest bar to get away from it all. He felt like a coward, but he had been living in such a haze for so long, he hadn’t thought about things like this in a long time. It was an overwhelming amount of new emotions for someone who had been trying to drown them out for as long as he had.

He knew the best thing to do was sleep things off, sleep off this night and this last drink. Work was in a few hours, but he could sleep the rest of the day and night when he got off later. For now he would try not to hate himself for how badly he wished he was in bed with the woman from the meat stall.

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Waking up alone wasn’t necessarily a betrayal, but I had hoped that maybe there would be a body next to mine in the morning. It was nice to know the person you slept with enjoyed your company enough to see you in the morning, or maybe you had exhausted them so much they had to stay the night. Either way, I had always rather sent a partner away in the morning, than wake up naked in my own bed like it was all a dream. Looking around the room for evidence of our encounter, I found my home relatively untouched. I was clean as well, no shameful walk to the shower this morning. It was as if nothing had happened at all last night.

I didn’t start to feel betrayed until a week had passed, and O’dtea hadn’t returned to my stall. It wasn’t like he was there every day normally, but not coming back after fucking my brains out, kinda hurt. I was used to aliens being somewhat selfish, their pleasure came first and easily. I was just happy to be there usually, but after a night with O’dtea, I was left wanting an encore. In a perfect world, I would have woken up with a sleeping Yautja next to me; I would’ve considered giving him head, maybe round two if he returned the favor. Instead, I had been slowly building in frustration over the last week. I started off feeling cool and unbothered, and now I was feeling bitter. I had lusted after him for so long, imagining what it would be like. I hadn’t imagined it would be so good, I couldn’t handle it just being one time.

It was my fault I suppose, it was clearly just a one night stand and I was the idiot who wanted more. I should be satisfied with the rare experience he offered me, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t forget him, the way his skin felt against mine, or the sound of his desperate breathing and heady scent. I had been so sore the morning after, but each throb sent a wave of twisted arousal through me. I wanted to do it over and over again. I wanted to see him again, touch him again, hear him growling in my ear. Thinking about the experience only got me more worked up about it, and each passing day made me long for him more. I couldn’t accept that my night with O’dtea was a one time experience, it just wasn’t fair. He couldn’t just disappear after giving me the best sex of my life.

I was prepared to lay down any pride I had, I went to work with the idea that I would give him anything on the menu for free. I would make anything he wanted to show how much I enjoyed our night together, I didn’t mind if others talked. I would spoil him and do my best to seduce him back into my bed with whatever favors I could. When he didn’t come by after a week though, I was starting to feel scorned. I started feeling angry and jealous of whatever had caught his attention, whether it was another woman or another food stall. I didn’t know much about him other than what I could observe when he came around, so I was clueless as to why he didn’t come back to see me.

I wondered if he was grossed out, maybe he had just gotten through it and left as soon as he could. I would have believed my looks were the problem, but he had stayed long enough to clean me up and tuck me back into bed. The aftercare had sent me mixed signals, I didn’t know what to think or what he might have thought about it all. Either way, I felt myself developing quite the foul mood as the week had gone on. I was burning food more, taking longer to complete orders, and burning myself more frequently. I couldn’t get my mind off of O’dtea, he had left quite the impression. Stupid Yautja and his big stupid dick.

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It was more than ten days before O’dtea felt the courage to face the woman who ran the meat stall. He had gone to see her several times, only to cower when he thought of greeting her properly. He could only watch from afar and in secret, finding his resolve had also addled away in his time of indulgence. His sense of self and convictions were weak at best. He had spent so long trying not to think about anything, trying to sort out his thoughts now felt impossible. He didn’t know what he wanted really, if he just craved companionship or if the woman was really as alluring as he thought. What was the purpose of seeing her again? Did he just want to taste her again, was she just a new vice he could turn to?

The thought of using someone else for his own selfish pleasures, left a sour taste in his mouth. O’dtea had grown accustomed to his own self destruction, but using someone else intentionally felt dishonorable. Those stupid words rang in his head again, “Live an honorable life.” He hadn’t thought about living honorably in a long time, it felt almost impossible at this point. He had stopped thinking about the future, he hadn’t expected to still be alive at this point really. Now he felt he was at some kind of turning point, the thought of continuing his cycle of drinking and facing each day alone was a dreadful one. The woman’s embrace was like feeling sun on his face for the first time in years, she was so warm and inviting. He wanted more, but was torn between feeling he didn’t deserve it, or that he was incapable of achieving it. He didn’t know how to approach her, talk to her. He had barely talked to anyone the entire time he had lived on this rock. He mostly just grunted and pointed when he wanted something, which he knew would not be the answer this time.

Human women were social creatures, arguably more social than their male counterparts. Human males often spent great efforts courting them, it was often a spectacle. O’dtea had observed human mating rituals many times, even passively they were hard to miss. Humans often required displays of loyalty or affection or commitment to their mates. They tied themselves to their mates, housing together and raising young together. They were also fickle creatures, not always able to stay with their chosen mates permanently. Some humans never stayed with one mate for too long, choosing casual sexual encounters over commitment to one. O’dtea felt somewhat overwhelmed by all the nuance of human relationships when he actually thought about it. He had been observing them passively for so long, now that he was transfixed on one, he felt ill prepared. O’dtea didn’t know what he wanted, let alone what the woman would want. If she were a Yautja female, their relationship would end as soon as she was impregnated, they might mate again the next season she was in cycle. It was all so simple, humans were complex. It all made his head hurt.

Drinking had taken a step back over the last few days, O’dtea was spending more and more time watching the woman after work, trying to think of what to say to her. Sometimes he’d get so worked up watching her that he’d find himself erect, and leave in a hurry. He found if he sat on the roof of the building next to hers, he could watch her when she worked in the back. There was a small yard behind her stall where she kept a few live animals for later butchering. O’dtea admired the way she worked with such efficiency, lopping the heads off feathered creatures with a cleaver and plucking them, all to be ready for the dinner rush. She was comfortable with blood and cleaning the animals, and practiced in her butcher skills. He watched her clean intestines for sausage, grind meat for later shaping, and boil bones for broth. O’dtea found himself growing more attracted to her work ethic, feeling she would make a good Yautja in another life. He found himself rather aroused after watching her get into an argument with a customer at some point. The woman ran the man off with some harsh words and the threat of a knife.

The longer it took O’dtea to find the courage to talk to her, the more he had convinced himself she was too good for him in some way. He had overthought everything, feeling too inadequate to woo a human woman who had already expressed her attraction to him. He would try to drown her out of his thoughts at the bar each night, but drinking only seemed to fill his head with images of her. He would see her writhing body underneath him, remembering the touch of her soft skin. He even started dreaming about her, dreaming about her asking him to accompany her home again. He’d dream about laying next to her soft body in bed, her breathy moans filling the air. O’dtea would wake up sweating and frustrated, alone and hung over yet again. It had made the work day feel torturous to get through. All he’d think about was how soon he could go see her.

O’dtea was afraid he’d be too indecisive to ever make a move, stuck in a state of wanting. It had been almost ten days since their first encounter, O’dtea was resolved to watching her from afar yet again, already deciding today was not the day either. She was working the front counter as usual, smoke billowing from the small chimney inside. It smelled of roasting meat and charcoal outside and dinner rush was just beginning to start. People were filling the dusty streets as they all finished their day's work, looking to have their needs satisfied. Customers were lining up at the counter of the meat stall, and every other storefront that was taking food orders. The woman was rather busy today, having to multitask in order to get through the glut of the rush. It was easy to watch her get into the rhythm of work, her movements experienced and steady as she hurried from grills, to the oven, and back to the counter for another order. She was concentrating hard on her work, sweat forming on her brow as the evening grew hot. The sun was setting and beginning to cook the dirt roads and stone buildings of the colony town, it was humid and comfortable for O’dtea. He would’ve continued as usual, staying for a while longer before finding a drink to put him to bed.

Another group of men from some work crew filed in line, this group was somewhat boisterous compared to other patrons. They laughed and jeered, but to O’dtea’s surprise the woman was joining in. She clearly knew some of the men, her facial expressions growing softer and her voice raising in excitement. He felt a tightening in his chest when she flashed her blunt teeth at them in a human smile. They all conversed so easily, familiar and friendly. The sound of her laughter was captivating, O’dtea warmed at the sound of it. The group of men seemed more than friendly, some of them continuing to return to the window to talk to the woman. She smiled and reached over the counter to hug one of them, their arms wrapping around each other in a prolonged embrace. That sent a pang of panic through O’dtea. He had observed human courting behaviors before, it was easy to imagine one of these men getting the same invite home that he had received. He felt jealousy bubbling up inside him, he didn’t want her to be interested in any of those men. It was a selfish jealousy, he was the one who had been too big of a coward to make the next move.

O’dtea watched with envy as the woman blushed and leaned over the counter to share jokes and laughs with the patrons who returned to the counter to socialize. Something finally clicked inside him, feeling anger at himself for his inaction. He wanted more than to just pathetically watch from afar. He wanted to be more, to be at least worthy of this humble human female.

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The night had been going smoothly, I had been cheering up over the last day or so, trying not to think about my one night stand with O’dtea. None of my customers had been assholes tonight, and a few of my favorite regulars had shown up and made good company. They had ordered a lot and tipped well before heading off for the night. I was in a good mood, ready to close up and head home for the night. The eating area had cleared out and the street lamps were the only thing providing light now.

I was cleaning up in the back when I heard a noise at the service counter, probably someone hoping I was still open. I wasn’t prepared to see O’dtea standing at the counter, his large head ducking inside the window somewhat awkwardly. I hadn’t seen him in over a week, and I was starting to get cynical, thinking I wouldn’t see him ever again. Yet there he was, looking at me with those hungry eyes and grisly maw.

I immediately wanted to be mad at him, as silly and petty as that was. It wasn’t fair to have expectations of a stranger just because they showed you more than a good time. I couldn’t help it though, I was left wanting, and the fact it took him this long to come back hurt my ego a little bit. I had convinced myself if he had enjoyed the sex as much as I had, he’d be back for more right away. Most human men leapt at the chance to get in bed again so soon. I was a little hurt he hadn’t even come by and acted like nothing happened between us, that would’ve been better than nothing. I could’ve at least kept fantasizing about him and attempting to woo him back for more. He had left me rather high and dry, and I had been thinking of nothing but him the whole time. I wanted to relive our time together, I wanted him to mark my body more and make me cum like nothing else again. Right now though, face to face with the alien, I was still feeling scorned.

“We’re closed.” I snapped, pointing to the hours of operation sign. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hear his response or storm off in a huff; I stood there crossing my arms for a moment. He seemed to wince a little at my tone, and I felt a little regret. I didn’t want to run him off again necessarily, I just wanted him to know I was mad.

I heard the big alien grumble, like he was clearing his throat, and then in a hissing voice he said, “Please…” His face was too different from mine to really read any expression, his mandibles and tusks always giving him an intimidating edge. His eyes were pleading and intense though, and hard to look away from. I felt myself cracking already, just laying eyes on him got me going all over again. I had fantasized too much about our night together, it was hard to send him packing now. I had wanted exactly this, I had just wanted him to come back a little sooner. Now I felt a little bitter and didn't know how to hold a grudge for long.

“Please what?” I quipped, trying not to sound as sharp this time. I stood there expectantly, already itching to touch him again. Something about the way his scales glinted in the low light, it was entrancing. I didn’t know how much common language we shared, or how well he could speak. I didn’t know anything about him other than he had a fat cock and loved a drink. That was all I really needed I suppose.

“I need you…” He seemed to squirm a little, maybe uncomfortable with admitting to his own desires. His eyes were locked with mine in a desperate way, his voice hoarse and raspy as he spoke. His mouth moved in a strange way when he spoke, his tongue flicking around the syllables. I had thought of his tongue a few times, I had wondered how long it really was. I wondered what it felt like, and how much control he had over it.

I was pathetic, I couldn’t hold a grudge to save my life. I wordlessly walked over and opened the side door into my stall. After a moment of O’dtea and I staring at each other, I cleared my throat to say “Well come in then.” He moved much faster than I anticipated, O’dtea appearing in the doorway in a moment, his large frame looming in the dark. I moved aside as he maneuvered his body through the small door. He really was enormous, it was one of his features I was initially attracted to. Standing next to him in my small food stall, his shoulders and torso hunched over slightly as his head grazed the roof. I felt so small and felt a tremble go up my back as I inhaled his musky scent. I was already thinking about all the ways I wanted to touch him. I took one of his large hands and guided him to the back. His breathing was already heavy and raspy, making me feel like I was with a hungry beast. The low growl in his throat was sultry and exciting to me, I could feel heat between my legs already.

In the back, away from the open stall window, we had a little more privacy and room. O’dtea still barely fit in the human sized space, but I had a plan. I felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement as I let go of his hand and took a step back. He’s watching my every move with intensity as I pull my pants down all the way and step out of them. I had never been this bold with anyone before, but something about O’dtea made me want to act wildly, be out of control. His jaws opened and snapped excitedly, his inner mouth open and panting as I pulled my shirt off over my head. He didn't move to touch me, but I could feel the heat radiating off of him and see the muscles in his arms tensing. Standing naked in front of him, I felt another rush of embarrassment, yet I reveled in the feeling of his eyes wandering over me. I ached at the way his muscles moved under reptilian skin, defined and strong.

I used my arms to hop up on the counter behind me; that I had thankfully just wiped down for the night. I spread my legs open, further than I was truly comfortable with, but I was getting desperate and wanted him now. I didn’t know why I was so hungry for him, I could have found another partner to focus on. But the idea of letting him slip through my fingers again, was not an acceptable one. I wanted to claim him and make him mine; so here I was, opening my legs and exposing myself in a way that made my face hot. I was being pretty brave in my opinion, but inside I was trembling, O’dtea was still a big alien I didn’t know. That lingering instinct that this was risky behavior hadn’t left me, and I was almost more excited by it. As much as he could be a danger to me, I knew what kinds of pleasures he could offer as well. Judging by the intensity in his gaze and the way he couldn’t help but creep closer to me, he was more than willing to give. He still hadn’t touched me, seemingly waiting for permission. That was something I liked, he wasn’t as heavy handed as he might appear, and he had some kind of manners I suppose. The Yautja watched me with open maw and heavy breaths, until I said, “I want you to lick me.”

My hand traveled between my open legs and parted my folds to emphasize what I meant. “I’ll forgive you if you do.” I couldn’t help but add on. I had already forgiven him, but I guess I wanted him to know I had been upset without him. I didn’t have much time to be coy with him, because a second later O’dtea had dropped to his knees with a thud. He nearly hauled me off the counter when he grabbed my thighs with his dinner plate sized hands. His very large head was between my legs in a moment, his mandibles parting, and that beautiful tongue of his flew out to taste me. I gasped at the very sudden intrusion and onslaught of sensation as his tusks found purchase in my flesh and his tongue pushed its way inside me. My hands flew to the back of his crested head, grabbing handfuls of the strange material that made up his hair. I trusted that O’dtea wouldn’t let me fall, leaning into him entirely and not worrying about how close to the edge of the counter I was. His body was so hot next to mine, and his tongue was even hotter as it squirmed its way inside me, still finding the right pace. I gasped and squeaked at the intrusion, and jolted when he finally brushed against my needy clit. Oftea caught on quickly, not needing direction to focus on the nub more, lapping at it and flicking it to elicit more sounds from me. His mandibles were spread wide, the sharp points digging into my soft skin painfully. It wasn’t painful enough to make him stop though, I was too distracted by the pressure building inside me already.

My thoughts grew foggy and disjointed as O’dtea grunted and growled between my legs with fervor. His licking was fast and slick, quick to move around and between sensitive flesh. The heat and the wetness of his mouth only brought me closer to cumming. Just having him down on his knees in front of me was enough to bring me to the edge. I wanted to clench my legs together and squirm, but O’dtea held me firmly, his head and hands spread my legs beyond what I was normally comfortable with. I gasped and yelped in pleasure, my voice coming out loud and unhindered in the small space. I tried slapping a hand over my mouth, knowing I was about to get louder, but I felt a pinch from O’dtea’s tusks. He growled as if to tell me ‘no’, don’t be quiet, he wanted me to get loud I suppose. He lapped at my clit greedily and teased my aching cunt with little flicks of delight, I was beginning to melt. I felt the heat in my stomach, the pressure and tingling all through my toes. I couldn’t help but grip O’dtea’s hair harder and squeeze my eyes shut as I came. I felt so much heat and wetness, so much pleasure and excitement and satisfaction. I wailed O’dtea’s name, my legs clenching and back bowing.

I had to slap his arm repeatedly to get him to slow down his relentless lapping. My poor clit was becoming sensitive, sending shocking waves of painful pleasure with each touch. I was getting twitchy and the waves of orgasm were getting torturous as O’dtea kept up the pace. “Please stop! No more!” I gasped as I shook with another sharp wave of electricity. When he finally stopped and dislodged himself, I shivered with overstimulation. He looked up at me with that same, desperate, hungry look as before. His jaws and chin were dripping with saliva and me I assumed, an alluring sight to behold. His tongue was still busy at work, lapping each mandible clean. O’dtea still sounded like a big rumbling cat, growling or purring as he watched me catch my breath. His eyes were so bright and vivid, it was hard not to look right into them. I absentmindedly played with the thick locs that made up his hair, tubelike and long. Maybe I had a fetish, but the longer I looked at him up close like this, the more I thought he had a strange kind of beauty to him. He was beautiful the way a carnivorous animal was in the zoo. His spots and dappled colors were easy to get lost in, decorative across his body other than his paler chest and face.
I was so entranced by him, so mesmerized.

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O’dtea felt a rush of confidence and satisfaction he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had pleased the human female just as she asked, using only his tongue, something he had never tried before. Yautja did not use their mouths on each other for pleasure, their tusks and size made it difficult, but with the human it was rather easy. The sounds of her delighted screams had made his chest swell with pride, a feeling O’dtea had thought was lost to him. She was easy to pleasure, twitching and squeaking anytime he made the right move, she was so easy to read. O’dtea admired her physical honesty, the way she squirmed and cried out at each of his touches. He finally felt like he could do something right for once in his life, even if it was something like carnally pleasing a human.

O’dtea could finally admit it to himself now, holding her in his arms with his face next to her sweet cunt, he missed her. He missed the saltiness of her soft hide, her savory smell of smoke and meat. She was too delectable, he had to have her now. Her heavy lidded eyes were locked with his when he stood back and removed his clothes. He let his cock spring forth, hard and proud as it stood erect for her inspection. She still sat on the counter, legs spread wide, the lips of her pussy glistening and inviting. O’dtea fisted his cock a few times, groaning at the thought of sinking into her. She watched him intently, her cheeks flushed with color and her lips parted. O’dtea settled himself between her thighs, finding the right angle to line up their bodies. The female edged closer to him, seeking the contact between their bodies. Her cunt was wet and warm when O’dtea began pressing himself into her.

They both grunted and moaned as O’dtea pushed further, her tight walls squeezing around him. Everything about her was soft and pleasant to touch, her mane of hair tickled him as it brushed against his skin. O’dtea steadied himself with one arm on the counter and used the other to hold the woman by the waist. Her arms wrapped around him, wafting her savory scent in O’dtea’s face. He nuzzled into the top of her head as he sank his girth further into her core. She smelled smoky and peppery, O’dtea might just take a bite out of her sometime, she made his mouth water. His mandibles preened her and combed through the fine strands of her hair, as he focused on not losing himself in the pleasure of her body.

She whined and panted, her legs squeezing around O’dtea’s hips as he finally seated his cock deep inside her. She was so tight, squeezing and pulling him in, her womb waiting to be filled. O’dtea hissed and tried to steady himself, it would be so easy to lose himself in this ecstasy. His female whined again, rutting against him as best as she could in his grasp. “Don’t make me wait any longer..” she moaned in a breathy voice.

O’dtea had to oblige her, pulling out against the grip of her cunt, only to thrust his hips forward again. She yelped, her voice high pitched and loud. Anyone walking by would hear how he mated her, the thought only further excited him. His jealousy from earlier had all but dissipated now, but he would need to make a point of claiming her as his from now on. He didn’t want to go without the touch of her smooth skin against his, or spend more nights alone with a bottle. He wanted to fill his miserable life with more, he wanted to taste the sweet woman on his tongue every morning, and feel her in his arms at night. Her body melted against his, her clawless fingers gripping his back and her face buried in his chest. O’dtea pumped his hips forward, feeling the addictive pull of her body each time he withdrew from her. Her cunt dripped and made a mess between them, their bodies slapping together loudly.

She felt so good, so right; and her voice filled his head with images of her in various ways, taking his cock. He imagined all the ways he would take her again, looking forward to filling her greedy cunt over and over again. She cried out for him to keep going, her body gyrating in time with O’dtea’s thrusting. She must be getting close to her release, her voice only going higher in pitch as he filled her with his weeping cock.

O’dtea grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the counter completely, using his arms to support her weight. Now with her in his arms, O’dtea was free to bounce her weight on his cock, meeting her with desperate thrusts. She wailed and screamed “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my GOD!” Her smaller body spasmed and twitched wildly, O’dtea feeling her grip harder around him with the clenching of her muscles. O’dtea kept going, bouncing her wildly up and down on himself until he felt a tightening in his belly and the fast approaching pressure of his release.

The woman held on to him tightly, her arms not able to stretch all the way across O’dtea’s back. He held her close, not wanting to separate more than he had to at this moment as he buried his girth deep inside her. He felt the press of her womb against his head and finally allowed himself to release. The tension in his lower belly all spilled out as a wave of ecstasy washed over O’dtea for a few blinding seconds. He felt hot seed pump out with force, pulling a growl from his chest as he successfully conquered his female for the second time. He was sure now he wanted to make this woman his, he wanted to mate with her and please her. He would fill her cunt over and over until her belly swelled with his pups. This was the first time in a long time O’dtea was sure he could feel something more than self loathing and misery.

As the waves of orgasms seeped from O’dtea, he felt seed spilling out between them, and felt the human twitching and clenching around him still. Her body had grown sweaty and hot against him, her voice weakly mewled out as he adjusted his arms to fully support her. She jolted and clenched around him again as he slowly pulled out from her core. Semen leaked out obscenely onto the floor, coating them both with the mess. “I’m going to have to clean again…” the woman muttered weakly, her face still buried in O’dtea’s heaving chest.

“I’ll help..” O’dtea offered, slowly lowering the female onto the countertop once more. Her soft features wrinkled into a human smile, though her eyes dropped with exhaustion. O’dtea would be sure to see her home after this, she was in need of proper care and tending to. For now he held her, catching his breath and nuzzling her with his jaws. He would stay with her tonight, and be sure to wake up with her in his arms in the morning.