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His second hunt had proven his greatest success. Not only had he proven himself in defeating a Queen Kainde Amedha. He had marked a woman for their part in the hunt. Scar wished she had stayed with his tribe, but the warrior woman wished to return home; by her mark, she had the right to.
Scar had hoped that the ooman would have stayed because he, too, had proven himself worthy. The skull of the alien queen was a great trophy, and it had earned him attention from the women on Yautja Prime. Alas, Scar wanted one who had hunted with him and had witnessed him earning such a great trophy. His second great hunt was proving to hold potential.
The ooman woman he hunted with now had been his rescue from a drone alien. She had been hiding, the kainde amedha had been searching for her. Scar ended the pest and continued his hunt, aware that she followed him in silence. He had scanned her whilst she hid, no z'skvy-de lay within her, she was no threat. She watched his kills with earnest attention. She hid with ease; the aliens only attacked him.
Scar did not acknowledge her until an alien ignored the fight, sensing her. The bug sensed her and knew its fallen siblings needed replenishing, their queen mother had demanded more children to be born. From his shoulder, Scar ceased showing off now that his audience was in danger, the cannon gun aimed and shot automatically first at the alien that searched for the human and then at those closest to him. His roar filled the room as he quickly killed every alien that approached him. Still, he used flair with his spear and the grace in his move to throw a dead alien into its siblings, then toss a retractable net onto their fallen figures.
She watched him with greater intrigue now. When all the aliens lay dead, Scar stood still in the room, his head turned ahead, but his eyes fixated on his left, seeing her watching him. A chuckle echoed from his mask as he turned to look around the room. No more of the aliens were within scanning range. The queen would be all that was left; all her eggs were burning around her already. Scar felt a burning anticipation building in him. The woman would stay to watch. His pride swelled at the thought, and a series of clicking purrs emitted from him before he assessed himself to be ready to face the Queen alien.
The queen was easier to handle than the last, but her skull was greater. Scar roared his victory over the corpse of his prized kill. Turning his head, he gazed directly at where the human woman stood nearby. She had assisted in the kill after all, very much to his surprise. When his spear fell from his hands, it made its way into hers and from her hands, severing the queen’s arms from its body, making the kill much easier. Her reward was his symbol upon her skin, for all to see.
She followed him to his ship. Scar dragged the skull of the queen aboard, and the human hesitated in climbing on. Hearing her hesitant steps, Scar quickly mounted his trophy then returned to the standing human. She spoke words to him that he translated to understand. A quick scan of her body made his pride swell even greater. He had his audience. She wanted to join him and reward him. With a gesture of his hand, she followed swiftly.
Aboard his ship, the woman followed her savior much closer. His muscles looked much better up close rather than far. He made clicking sounds and a rumble that sounded like a purr. In the proximity, she felt his purr to her bones. She looked out of the windows she could see and all that surrounded them were stars. His ship had already departed from the ground.
Scar continued his purring, gazing at her slyly. He could see the effect shifted the temperature of her body. She looked at him and spoke once more. Reaching out, she touched his arm, their skin warm to each other. Scar cocked his head to one side before deciding to remove his weapons finally. She watched him with great interest. The coloring of his skin and the obvious alien features of his body. All did not deter her attention and growing anticipation.
When Scar was down to his basic clothes, did he remove his mask. Purring all the while. She looked at his face, then his body as he placed all his armor and gear on a wall next to what looked to be a bed made out of layers of furs. The bed looked well suited to fit more than one. Her gaze left the alien man’s bed and went back to him, only to find him staring back at her. His purring turned deeper. Nearly vibrating her bones. His hands were empty, but she saw that his hands twitched in her direction. Scar purred deeper, and she shivered, a resolve settling onto her face. The human forcefully pushed him onto his bed. She climbed on top of her savior; her eyes locked with his as her hands moved under the cloth tied around his hips.
Scar was pleased at her touch; his purr neared a growl as she yanked off his only article of clothing and found her removing her own. Quickly too. Scar continued to lie still while observing the human who desired him. She thought little of anything else but to know what it felt like to have this alien man inside her. The mere thought caused a flood within her. The more he purred, the quicker she resumed straddling over him. She observed his erect attention with fascination. The shape was familiar to what she recognized, but the size and added ridging enticed her to act. Scar's hands eased to grip onto her thighs as she moved herself higher. Now, without his mask, Scar felt her heat and groaned with his purr.
She felt heat envelope her entire body before she let the urge within her take over. She did not ease him into her, no, the lust was too great. Her hips fell fast to meet his. He filled her in an instant, and from both their lips was a moaning groan. Her hand held down his chest as she raised herself from the base to his tip before coming down again. Again and again. Each time, a groan of pleasure. Each time she moved faster. Scar lay and watched in great pleasure. He dared not move his hands anywhere else. The human moved at a speed he had not thought human mating possible. Yet, she took him all and took him for herself. Their eyes were stuck on one another as she rode him roughly and fast. Still, through his growling groans, Scar continued to purr as the ooman fucking him continued to voice her pleasure.
She had watched him. She had wanted him. Now she had him. Deep in her grasp. Every groove and ridge of him adding to the wonderful sensation of fucking this alien man. Within her she felt him twitching. His purring was so deep that she felt him vibrating with each twitch within her. The vibration hitting her just in the precise moment she rose to have just his tip within her. She knew her peak was coming and very soon his. The realization made her pace quicken and grip tighten as she felt him grow even harder. She continued crying out louder and louder as the feeling began to overtake her, just as she felt him erupt within her with a roar. Scar struggled to stay in his place as he came within the woman. He struggled further when she did not cease her hard riding. He felt himself emptying into her. Pride swelled him further again as she kept riding him with ferocity that made him begin to harden just as quickly as he had started to soften.
Through her orgasm, the woman did not stop. She could not force herself to even if she had wanted. He felt perfect within her; his alien body attracted her much more than she initially thought. Each movement within her brought a new desire. She felt his hands tighten on her hips, and without breaking her pace, she pulled one of his hands from her hip to fondle one of her breasts before her grip around him tightened so much that she could not pull herself from his hips. She felt him erupting into her again. She felt his cum leaking onto their laps as she clenched and jerked through her orgasm fully enveloping him. Through this, Scar purred deeper than she could register to her ears, but she felt it reverberating into herself, and she cried out louder than before and clenching to an iron grip that had interrupted Scar's purring to a series of chip sounds.
Despite the cease of his purring, her final orgasm lasted minutes, causing Scar to harden again and cum in her once more. The wet mess where their skin met was a puddle mix of their cum. As she eased out of her deeply satiated state, the woman lay onto the alien man’s chest, hearing his heartbeat. Scar's hands reverted back to her hips. Through her exhaustion, she felt his subtle thrusting movements. His head was raised, watching her reaction. She moaned but did not pull herself from him or look at him with anger. Instead, she subtly met his thrusts.
She lay on his chest, he felt her heart beating against him, and Scar dared to push her and himself further. A light purr began from him, not loud enough to vibrate either of them but enough to stir the woman to raise herself from him. The sensation of him moving from within her by mere inches sent shivers through them both. Scar felt enjoyment in having been able to please his human such. Scar bent his knees for leverage before he held onto the woman’s hips with a slightly different grip. She did not protest. The woman looked down at the position he had put himself in and then looked back at him. Their bodies were sweaty, but she smiled and nodded with vigor. It was all the invitation Scar needed.
Through the growing, tense ache, he raised his hips to her with the same ferocity that she had maintained on her own when she rode him. Her moans were immediate. She was still against his chest, all that moved were his hips and hardness into her wet warmth. Rapid, the cum he had filled her with, flowing out as she came around him. He continued. Gently purring despite the vigor in his movements. She pushed herself from lying against him by an inch or two, and he plunged into her deeper. She shivered but looked into his eyes before she felt a rejuvenation of energy to meet each of his thrusts. His purring ceased entirely and was replaced by a growl of wanting. She, too, became overwhelmed by the sensation, but did not cease her movements; Scar did not cease his. The pair came together in rapid cessation until she collapsed nearly limp onto him. His thrusts were weak in vain to continue what had been fulfilled until she finally tapped on his hands on her thighs. Scar lay abed, happy, full of pride, and with great satisfaction. Still, the woman did not move to remove herself from him. This was entirely new to Scar.
The woman cuddled against Scar, her tired state evident as his. Even though he was no longer hard, his length was so long it could not leave her. Scar felt her lighter orgasms pulsate around him, massaging him within her, lulling him to sleep.
When the pair woke, they were still journeying through the stars. They parted, his softness slowly exiting her body, and an aftershock orgasm overcame her, trapping him within her, stopping all their movements at once. Scar felt rejuvenated. Her orgasm hardened him again, but when his hands went to her hip,s she tapped him away. Scar chittered a whine but was compliant to her pulling him from the bed and to the head, pointing for him to sit on his knees as she was. When he complied, she turned away from him, and on her knees, she bent down onto her hands and pressed herself to him. Scar's hands held onto her waist, but she did not tap him away.
“You are my ooman.”
He spoke, and she sharply looked over her shoulder just before he entered her anew and began to fill her from an entirely new angle and gentler force that still moved her body with each thrust. She did not protest. She relished in the sensation and feeling,
“I am.”
ooman - human
z'skvy-de - Birth of Xenomorph from host (Chestburster)
Kainde Amedha- Hard Meat, Xenomorph.