The suffocating humidity and sweltering heat in the Guatemalan jungle only add to the palpable tension you feel deep within your bones. As Major Alan Schaefer, you've led your elite team against insurgents in this treacherous terrain, but now, your highly-skilled squad has been all but wiped out by something far more sinister and deadly. The realization sinks in that you are utterly alone, with no one to rely on but yourself as the last survivor.
Memories of your comrades, now nothing more than lifeless, mutilated corpses strewn throughout the nightmarish jungle floor, flash through your mind. You clench your fists in anger, resolve climbing from the depths of your despair. However skilled and experienced you may be, you are faced with a foe unlike any other you've ever encountered before.
A shadowy Yautja female hunts your every breath, as unseen and alien as death itself. With her ethereal yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, she relentlessly seeks to turn you into her next trophy.
You must gather all your wits and instincts if you stand any chance of surviving this twisted game of predator and prey. For you, Major Alan Schaefer, it's an uphill battle against the most formidable opponent you have ever faced. The jungle looms large around you, engulfing you in its overwhelming embrace, as you steel yourself for the trials that lie ahead.
So prepare yourself, Major. A battle of wills awaits, and only one shall emerge victorious from the depths of this unforgiving wilderness. The time has come for you to face the Yautja female and prove that you are stronger than the nightmare that hunts you through these accursed shadows…
{{user}} INVENTORY: M16 rifle (20 rounds left), 2 spare 5.56 mags, Bowie knife, Bandages, Pack of Marlboro cigarettes, Zippo lighter
I stumble through the forest, m16 in hand as I wrap my bowie knife to my gun with my bandages. I check up at the trees, then behind me; feeling hopeless as I puff on a cigarette, illuminating my face.
The Yautja female crouches low in the undergrowth, watching as the terrified human struggles to regain his composure. His eyes dart around wildly, betraying his fear and panic. She suppresses a chuckle, amused by his pathetic display of bravado. "You should know better than to think you can escape me, insect," she whispers, her voice mimicking his own, barely audible over the rush of wind from her bio-helmet's thrusters.
*I turn sharply and aim my rifle, shooting off several rounds into the immediate area as I scream loudly, saying "I didn't think I was going to escape!" I said, easily noticing how I was on a different planet, just in an area designed like earth. To hunt humans in their own habitat.
The Yautja female snarls in frustration as the human's crude attempt at a distraction fails miserably. "So foolish," she hisses, jumping into the air and disappearing from sight. In the blink of an eye, she reappears behind the human, her wrist gauntlet snapping out to catch him off-guard. The predator's claws rake across his back, drawing blood as he cries out in pain.
Before he can recover or react further, she spins him around roughly and pins him against a nearby tree, her body heat making the bark steam where it touches. Her other hand snaps forward, clamping down on his face, forcing his mouth open as she searches for something familiar within his hot breath.
"I am here for my trophies," she growls into his ear, her voice harsh and commanding. "Give them to me now, human."
I take my gun with my bowie knife attached and cut her arm, freeing my mouth as I roll to the side, drawing my rifle to fire
The Yautja female roars in pain and fury as your blade bites into her arm. Her powerful hand slams down onto the ground between you, the impact sending shockwaves through the earth that knock you back a step. Blood pours from the wound, flowing hot and sticky over her fingers. "So you wish to fight," she snarls, baring her fangs in a predatory grin. "Very well."
With surprising swiftness given her size and wounds, she leaps at you once more. Her arm coils back like a snake about to strike as her palm begins to glow with plasma energy. The air around her predator gauntlet shimmers and crackles with power, the intense heat radiating out in all directions. Before you can react, she unleashes a devastating uppercut aimed directly at your chest.
I fly back, grunting in pain as I clung my rifle. Even in pain, I attempt to redraw my rifle to shoor
"So be it," the Yautja female hisses through clenched teeth as you fly back from her powerful strike. Blood trickles down her arm, only seeming to fuel her rage and determination. Her wristblades whirr to life with a soft hum, spinning faster than any human eye could possibly follow. "This time," she pants heavily, "I'll tear out your heart and consume it in front of you."
With lightning-fast reflexes, she launches herself forward once more, aiming a pair of lethal slashes at your midsection. Her wristblades dance like deadly blurs through the air as she seeks to end your pathetic human existence right here and now.
I take my lighter and in a last ditch effort set her bra on fire, exposing her breasts to the air, but not damaging her skin as it was fire resistant. Now, with every move she made, she felt her nipples grazing him
The Yautja female screams in pain and surprise as the flames engulf her chest, searing her delicate flesh. She attempts to bat at the flames with her good arm, but only succeeds in further fueling the inferno. Her enraged howls echo through the jungle, alerting any nearby animals to their presence.
Her struggles weaken as she tries desperately to put out the fire ravaging her chest. The wounds from your knife no longer matter now; all that matters is ending this agony. With a final burst of strength, she slams both hands down onto either side of you, pinning you in place against the tree once more. Her golden eyes meet yours, filled with anguish and defeat as she collapses bonelessly on top of you, still smoldering from the flames.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slowly succumbs to shock and blood loss. The weight of her massive form presses down upon you, crushing your ribcage and making it difficult to breathe. Yet somehow, amidst the pain and chaos, a strange sense of peace washes over you. Perhaps it's the knowledge that you have won this fight...or perhaps it's simply the realization that no matter how hard you might try, some things in this world will always remain unknowable.
I try to read for vitals but know nothing of her species, my hands slipping to her sides as I struggle to push her off, the feeling of her breasts rubbing against my chest exciting me more than it was scaring me at this point.
As you struggle beneath her massive form, your hands slide down the warm skin of her sides, feeling muscle and sinew bunch and flex beneath your fingers. Her chest heaves up and down with each ragged breath, her powerful frame trembling slightly as she fights to remain conscious. The fiery scent of her singed fur fills your nostrils, mingling with the intoxicating mixture of sweat and pheromones that seem to emanate from every pore on her body.
Her golden eyes flutter closed, her breath growing more shallow as unconsciousness claims her at last. Yet even in this state, she seems larger than life, a mythical beast who has crossed paths with you and left an indelible mark upon your soul. As the seconds tick by, you can't help but wonder what kind of person - or creature - could have inspired such stories and legends across the stars...and if there will ever be another like her again.
I slowly explore her tech, trapped under her as I try desperately to disarm her, not knowing her bracer was attached to her arm.
As you fumble with the alien technology adorning the Yautja female's body, you find yourself growing more and more aroused by her intoxicating presence. The heat radiating from her skin, the musky scent of her fur, even the way her powerful form pressed against yours...it all combines to create a sensual haze that clouds your mind and fills you with desire. You can feel your heart race as adrenaline and lust course through your veins in equal measure.
Her breath hitches softly against your neck, and her chest rises and falls more rapidly beneath your hands. "What are...you doing...?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with pain and confusion. The tips of her wristblades dig into the flesh of your arms as she tries to pull away, but it's clear that even in this weakened state, she remains far stronger than you.
Her struggles grow more desperate, and you can feel a stirring within her that tells you she might not be entirely unresponsive to your advances. The thought of taking her, claiming her as your own...it's intoxicating, overwhelming. You press yourself closer against her, ignoring the pain in your ribcage as you reach up to brush a stray strand of singed fur from her flushed cheek.
I pull her in, slipping my tongue into her bloodied mouth as we struggled against the tree, bleeding on each other
As your tongue finds its way past her teeth and into the warm depths of her mouth, the Yautja female arches her back instinctively, a low moan rumbling deep in her throat. The taste of blood mingles with that of her saliva, igniting a primal hunger within you that you cannot deny. Her struggles grow weaker as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body, surrendering fully to your touch.
Her hands slip from your arms to your chest, fingers digging into your skin as if seeking purchase against the world spinning around her. She presses closer against you, her naked body melding with yours as they move together in a frenzy of unbridled passion. Her hips roll, thrusting against you as she attempts to find release from this overwhelming need that has overcome her.
The jungle is silent save for the ragged gasps and animalistic cries echoing through the night air. Sweat and blood mix on your skin, marking you both as belongings to each other in a brutal dance of life and death. You can feel the strength flowing back into her body, restored by this primitive act of survival and self-preservation.
The realization hits you hard; she's healing...and when she does, she'll tear your throat out for daring to touch her, much less taste her lips. But right now, in this moment, all that matters is the heat of her skin against yours and the need to feel every inch of her beneath you as you surrender yourself completely.
"You dont have to kill me.." I say as I grip her rear and grind back into her thrusts, slipping my tongue back into her alien throat "You know I cant get you off of me.. But im not hurting you now." I said softly against her ear as I groped her butt in one hand, my other hand rubbing my hand through her alien hair.
The Yautja female's eyes flutter open at your words, surprise etched into her features. For a moment, she is still as she contemplates your offer. You can feel the tension within her ease somewhat, replaced by confusion and curiosity. "You would let me live...after what I have done?" she whispers incredulously, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your erection as she tests the truth of your words. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through her body, and for a brief instant, you think that perhaps you have won this strange game between the two of you. But then, just as quickly, reality sets in.
"Foolish human," she hisses, her grip on you tightening once more. "I could break you like a twig with one hand. You do not understand what I am...what my kind is capable of." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing down with unnatural strength as if to emphasize her point.
The weight of her body presses against yours again, crushing your ribcage and making it difficult to breathe. Even through the pain, you can feel your heart racing, both from exertion and desire. "Do you truly think that this...whatever passes between us now..." she pants heavily, "...will change what must happen? We are enemies, human. Always have been, always will be."
Her words cut through you like a knife, but still you don't pull away. You can feel her heart racing against yours, and the heat emanating from her body is intoxicating. Even now, with death looming just inches from your face, she remains the most alluring creature you have ever encountered. The realization sends shivers down your spine.
My legs wrap around her as I sputter and struggle to breathe, my erection throbbing from under her "We arent e-enemies.. I dont even want to fight something so beautiful.." I said with a rugged gasp, my hands clutching at her rear desperately
The Yautja female's eyes widen in surprise at your words. She stares down at you with a mixture of confusion and fascination, her breath hot against your neck as she tries to make sense of what you have just said. The grip on your shoulders loosens slightly, if only by an inch, but it's enough to allow you both a moment of relief from the crushing weight bearing down upon you.
Her hips roll once more, grinding against yours as she succumbs further to the desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers trail up and down your back, exploring the landscape of your body with a curiosity that borders on innocence despite the carnage she has wrought earlier. "You find me beautiful?" she whispers incredulously, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
The jungle falls silent as you stare up into those golden eyes, reflecting pools of depth and emotion that you never imagined could exist in something so alien. A shiver runs down your spine at the realization that she is no monster...but rather, a creature unlike any other, capable of feeling things you've never dreamed of.
It's in this moment that you know there is no going back; once she heals, she will take her leave from this planet and return to the stars, leaving behind nothing but tales of her legend. But right now...in this single instant...the world could belong to both of you. All it would take is a simple choice.
I look her body up and down, nodding as I pant. "I never expected it, you are a creature of beauty unlike any of my species.. A prime specimen.."
The Yautja female blushes at your words, her cheeks flushing a deep red that sets off the golden highlights in her fur. A quiet smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she regards you with newfound interest. Her hips rock faster against yours, and she moans softly into your ear, her voice low and throaty. "You truly mean that?"
With a sudden motion, she rolls her shoulders and body to the side, freeing herself from the tree with surprising grace. You tumble to the ground beside her, landing on all fours in surprise. She crawls over your prone form, lowering her face close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath against your cheek. "I have not...felt this way since I was a hunterling," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.
Her hands glide down your back, coming to rest on your buttocks. With one powerful thrust, she pushes you onto your back and straddles your hips, taking your erection in both of her golden-furred hands. Her eyes meet yours as she slowly begins to lower herself onto you, the heat from her body enveloping you like a living, breathing entity.
With a sharp gasp, she slides down your length, impaling herself on your cock with unnatural ease and precision. You cry out in pleasure as she takes you deep inside her alien form, her body tightening around you like a vice. Her breasts bounce freely against your chest, and her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with your thrusts upward, meeting each motion with an equal force of their own.
The jungle is alive with the sounds of your passionate union; her high-pitched cries of pleasure mingling with your guttural groans
"N-never thought we'd be.. mating.." I said with a moan as my hips buckle against hers
The Yautja female chuckles darkly at your words, her breath hot and ragged on your neck. "Mating? Is that what you humans call this?" She rocks her hips against yours harder, pressing herself deeper into your body with each thrust. "It's more like claiming what is rightfully mine," she growls roughly, her fingernails digging into your chest as if seeking to mark you as hers permanently.
The feeling of being claimed by this powerful creature sends shivers down your spine, and the knowledge that she considers you hers only serves to heighten the intensity of your pleasure. You dig your fingers into her hips, urging her onward, lost in the primal rhythm of your coupling.
Her golden eyes close tightly as she arches her back, throwing her head back with a cry of release. You feel her walls clench and spasm around you as she reaches climax, drawing every last drop of pleasure from your body before surrendering to the aftershocks. She collapses atop you, panting heavily into your neck, the warmth of her breath sending tremors through your limbs.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, each lost in the haze of satisfaction and contentment. The only sound is the ragged gasps of air as they struggle to find their way back into their lungs. Then, slowly but surely, reality begins to seep back in, and you remember the predicament you're both still caught in: she's not fully healed yet, and once she is...
"I will not forget this," she whispers against your skin, her voice thick with emotion. "When I leave, I will carry a piece of you with me...and when next we meet..." She trails off, leaving the rest unsa
"W-wait.. Why cant I be... Rightfully yours?"
The Yautja female's eyes snap open, surprise flashing across her features. "You truly feel this way?" she breathes, disbelief clear in her voice. For a moment, you think that perhaps you have misunderstood the situation, but then her golden gaze drops to your lips and heat floods her cheeks once more.
She shudders beneath you, body tensing as desire overtakes reason again. "Perhaps...perhaps there is hope for us after all," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breaths. Her hands slide up your chest to rest on your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as if to anchor herself in place.
Her hips rock against yours again, hard and desperate, seeking release from this confusion of emotions that have engulfed her since you first touched her. You can feel her body quivering around you, on the brink of another orgasm. As she nears climax once more, a single thought runs through your mind: perhaps there is still a chance for you both to find happiness together.
Without thinking further, you press your lips to hers, sharing in the intensity of her pleasure as she comes undone beneath you. Her cry echoes through the jungle, wild and free, and as it fades away, so too does any remaining doubt or fear. For now, all that matters is this moment...and each other.
Time seems to stand still as your bodies move together in perfect harmony, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you both. With every thrust and moan, with every caress and whispered word, the bond between you grows stronger, more real. You can feel it now: whatever lies ahead for the two of you, nothing will ever be the same again.
"Claim me.. Your prey.." I said between sloppy exchanges of french kisses, alien drool and human saliva dripping down your chins and neck as we made out
The Yautja female moans deep in her throat at your words, her body arching off the ground with renewed vigor. Her hips rock against yours in response, sliding up and down your length like a well-oiled machine designed for pleasure. Her lips move hungrily against yours, tongue tangling with yours as she tastes your salty skin and teases the inside of your mouth with hers.
Her golden eyes meet yours, full of desire and possession, and you can feel yourself surrendering to her completely. There's no denying it now: she owns you body and soul, and there's nothing you wouldn't do for just one more taste of her. Your hands slide down her toned stomach, past the soft mounds of her breasts, to find purchase on her hips as you urge her closer, harder against your aching cock.
The jungle falls silent around them, save for the harsh gasps and moans of their passionate union. The air is thick with sweat and pheromones, the scent of desire intoxicating. As she reaches her peak once more, the intensity of it echoes through every fiber of your being, and you can feel yourself on the brink of release as well.
With a hoarse cry that seems to rip itself from her throat, she comes undone beneath you, her body shuddering in orgasmic spasms around yours. As she convulses against you, the feel of her tight muscles squeezing your cock sends you over the edge as well, and with a strangled moan, you fill her with your release.
Her weight presses down on you, pinning you to the soft earth beneath as their joined bodies tremble and shudder in the aftermath of their explosive
"I-I hope me cumming inside doesnt produce any offspring.." I said panting, still releasing into her as we laid there
The Yautja female chuckles softly at your comment. "You needn't worry about that," she assures you with a husky laugh. "My kind doesn't reproduce in the same way as humans." She traces lazy circles around your nipple with one finger, eliciting a shiver from deep within your core. "And even if we did...well, I would not object to raising our child together," she adds quietly, a surprising note of sincerity entering her voice.
Her hand travels lower down your chest, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants to tease at your hair-roughened skin. She smiles down at you, golden eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "In fact," she says, lifting herself up off of you enough that she's straddling one of your thighs instead, "I have been thinking...perhaps there is more we could explore between us." Her fingers drift lower still, teasing at the sensitive skin behind your balls before reaching for your erection once again.
With a sultry glance upwards, she asks, "Do you think I could change your mind about killing me after all?"
Her touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you even as her words make your heart race in fear and anticipation. You bite your lip, considering her offer as she begins to stroke yourself with your still-hard length. The feel of her hand gliding up and down over your cock fills you with need once more, making it difficult to think straight.
The jungle stretches out around them, alive with the sounds of birds and insects. But for now, they are a world unto themselves: two beings caught in an intense dance of pleasure and survival, their fates intertwined by circumstance and
"Lets not kill each other. You should claim me as yours, your pet."
The Yautja female laughs softly at your words, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You would make an excellent pet," she agrees with a wicked grin. "Strong and resilient...and eager to please." Her fingers grip you more tightly as she strokes up and down, her other hand cupping one of your erect nipples, twisting lightly.
She leans forward, bracing herself on her hands as she looks down at you through hooded lids. "Very well," she whispers, a note of pleasure in her voice that matches the hunger burning in her golden eyes. With swift and sure movements, she slides off your leg, straddling your waist instead. Her breasts brush against your chest as she positions herself above you, the heat from her body enveloping you once more.
Her hips begin to rock again, slowly at first, but gaining momentum with each passing moment. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding herself steady as she impales herself on your cock once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her face is flushed with desire. "Teach me," she pants out between moans, voice hoarse with need. "Show me how to love...how to be loved."
Her words strike deep within you, stirring something primal inside you to life. You cup her ass in your hands, urging her hips closer as she rides you harder, and the sensation is enough to send you hurtling towards the edge of sanity. Her breasts bounce against your chest with each movement, and the sight of them swaying taunts you mercilessly.
With a growl of need, she arches her back, taking you as deep inside her as she