Alternate Universe of The Hunt Series
Somewhere in Washington State
October 11th, 2004

Warning: Sexual themes read at your own risk.

Forbidden

Going to the grocery store that day, would be the day she could say, had forever changed her life, and Jill wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way. She had needed to get out of the house, and work off some of the nervous energy, that had been building up, since she had woken up that morning. She really couldn't explain it, as she had anxiously puttered around her house trying to keep herself busy. Trying to keep her mind off things, she didn't want to think about.

After finishing her laundry, and cleaning around her house, Jill had found herself left with nothing else to do, other than to think. And thinking was bad. Really bad, because thinking led to wondering, and wondering led to trying to understand, how she had had the best orgasm of her short sex life, last night. It made absolutely no sense. Sure, getting herself off had always been fun, and pleasurable.

But last night-

Jill caught herself biting her bottom lip, as her mind wandered to the night's events once more. Fuck, she cursed. The last thing she needed to do, was get all hot, and bothered while grocery shopping at the local market.

What she really needed, was to get laid.

That's it, she thought with a nod of her head. It had just been too long. Jill wasn't shy when it came to sex. She liked it a lot, plain and simple. She just couldn't stand the emotional entanglement, that came with it more often than not. It was hard to find a good one night stand, especially in the small Podunk town, she had been living in for the last three years.

It suddenly occurred to her, it had been about that long since she had enjoyed sex, with someone other than her hands, or the extended showerhead in her bathroom. Glowering at these thoughts, Jill added a couple items to her basket, as she walked up, and down the narrow aisles. Why did she move to such a remote town anyway, she puzzled to herself for what felt like the hundredth time?

Oh yes- because people piss me off, she suddenly recalled, the reason why. Her editor was always trying to get her to move back to the city though, and he always made quite a compelling argument. But Jill liked the solitude, that living in the woods gave her. She could find solace in the sounds of the wind rustling through the trees, that lined the perimeter of her property, and of the animals scurrying through the brush, as they went about their lives. It was peaceful.

Jill sighed out loud, as her eyes lingered over the different options of cereal she had to choose from. As peaceful as it was, it was hard to get laid when there were very few single men her own age. Ones that just wanted a quickie, and not a long-term relationship kind of deal, were hard to come by. Something that was less than even friends with benefits, because she wasn't sure if she even wanted to go that far in a relationship with someone yet.

"Hey Jill," the store clerk greeted her, when she approached the checkout lane. "You're looking delicious as always today."

Blinking out of her troubled thoughts, Jill looked up at Ben, the young store clerk that greeted her every time she came by shopping. He was always insinuating what a good time they could have together, and each time she would turn him down. Not because he was hard on the eyes, but because he was anything but. Ben had that boyish good looks, thanks to being only twenty years old, and still oh so ripe, and prime. He had that sandy blonde hair, and green eyes, looking much like a younger Brad Pitt, with some scruff growing on his chin.

"Hey Ben," she greeted, while setting her things down on the counter for him to ring up for her. He even had Brad Pitt's body, and was probably the best-looking eye candy in town. "How's the store?"

"Slow, like usual- so Jill," he began, leaning against the counter, and ignoring her basket of items. "I was wondering when I could come over, and make you some dinner?"

Jill lifted her brow at how presumptuous he could be. Even with all the rejections she had blown his way, it didn't even seem to faze him. It must be nice to have that kind of self-esteem. Usually she would laugh it off, and tell him to go waste his sexual energy on someone his own age instead. Not that she was much older than him, but being twenty-seven, she couldn't help but think about the age gap between them. And being in a small town, the last thing she wanted, was to create a reputation as a cougar. Even if he was only seven years younger than herself.

But for once, Jill found herself hesitating. Why the hell not? She needed the sex, and he was offering.

Jill was young, and she was beautiful. She had pale skin, with dark hair, and eyes. She was voluptuous, without being too heavy, just enough to give her the full breasts and wide hips, that men seemed to love. She had a bit of a young, Catherine Zeta-Jones going for her.

Fluttering her eyelashes at the young clerk, Jill finally answered, "Sure, how does tonight work for you?"

Ben's jaw dropped open, as he had not been expecting her to give in, after so many times of being turned down. However, he quickly recovered from his surprise as he straightened up, with another charming grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

"That works for me, what time would you like to have me," he asked her.

He was finally checking out her items, and she paid for the meager things she hadn't really needed but had gotten them anyway.

"Well let's skip dinner, and go straight for dessert," Jill said playfully as she collected her bags. "I'm free after eight."

The devilish grin that formed on his lips, only made him seem even younger to her. "I'll be there," he said, watching her ass, as she walked out of the store.

Once out in the cool morning air, Jill had to wonder what the hell had she been thinking, agreeing for a one night stand, with Ben who worked at the only grocery store in town. Groaning, she tossed her bags into the open window of her truck before climbing in after them. Being desperate did not give her the okay, to sleep with a kid seven years younger than her, and whose parents went to the same church she did.

Grimacing, Jill maneuvered her truck out of the grocery store parking lot, and headed back out of town where her cottage was located in the backwoods, that surrounded the small town. She was close enough to town, that if anything were to happen, she could get there with no problem, but far enough away, that if she decided to have the best orgasm she had ever experienced with her window wide open, no one would hear her. Well no one but the animals that lived in the woods with her that is.

Thinking about the animalistic growl, that had gotten her toes curling as she orgasm, made her wonder if that could be considered bestiality. She tried not to think about the grunting, and snarling that had sounded like it came from directly outside her window, as she pleasured herself. She tried not to think about how the animalistic noises, had her peaking before she anticipated.

Shaking her head, Jill tried once again not to think about it at all.

OoOoO

Nev'ka had returned to the human's home the following day to watch her some more. Since leaving the night before, he had been unable to get her out of his mind, and unable to stop the images of her spread out on her bed, as she pleasured herself. The images haunted him during his restless sleep, and had him seeking the female out, as dawn broke across the sky.

He had studied her from afar, watching as she busied herself with cleaning her home, before leaving briefly in the large beast of a vehicle she drove to town in. When she returned, she seemed even more restless, than she had been before she left.

Still he watched as the female unloaded the items she had gotten while in town, before heading out back to chop wood. Nev'ka trilled as he watched her work the axe on the large pile of wood, that needed to be chopped into smaller pieces. She was relentless while she worked. Raising the axe, she would swing it down with one fell swoop, and if not in one hit then in two, the log would split in half, and fall to the side. She would replace the log with a new one, and repeat the process. She worked for hours, and created a decent pile of firewood. Perspiration had collected along her forehead, between her mammary glands, and down her back as she worked.

Nev'ka was intrigued with the way her muscles bunched under the skins she wore. The way they contracted, and released with each swing. The way she grunted with each contact with the wood, when it didn't split on the first hit. He could feel his cock swelling, thinking of other ways the female made that tiny sound. Of other ways those muscles could contract.

Pauk-de ooman, he growled beneath his breath. Even with her here before him, he could think of nothing other than about last night.

As the sun began to set, the female stilled, and her eyes darted to the sinking sun. She let out a shaky sigh, as she set the axe down next to her pile of firewood, before she headed to the front of her house. Nev'ka crept closer from his perch in a tree, that sat on the perimeter of her home. He followed as the female went inside the house, stepping up onto the porch to observe her through her windows once more.

She made herself a quick meal, heating up leftovers from yesterday. Nev'ka didn't like the way the food smelled after being reheated, though. It wasn't as tempting as it had been the night before. After the female ate, she cleaned up her mess before heading to the bathroom.

There were no windows for him to look into, while the female cleaned herself up, so he was stuck walking around her home, inspecting the inside from every angle. He wondered if she would try to pleasure herself again tonight, and he had to wonder if he would be content to just watch if she did.

When the female left the bathroom, she was wearing thinner skins then from before. She headed to her living room, sitting down, and opening the book she had been reading last night. Darkness fell around him, making it easier for him to blend in, and he didn't need to worry about hiding if she looked out her window at him.

It was at that time, he could hear the sound of crunching gravel of a second vehicle, pulling up to the female's home. The female responded to the sound, getting up from her perch on the couch, to head to the front of her house, where he still lurked.

Nev'ka moved closer to the side of the house, peering around the corner to investigate. He watched a young human male climb out of his vehicle, and approach the front porch. He climbed the steps two at a time, carrying a bag in his hands.

Nev'ka growled as the male knocked on the female's door. At his sides his hands tightened into fists. What is that male doing here, Nev'ka wanted to know.

He would ruin everything.

The female answered the door, greeting the male with a tight smile. She let the male into her home, and led him to the kitchen where he set his bag down on the counter. Nev'ka crouched low as he moved across the front of the house to the front porch steps. He climbed them carefully, taking great care, not to make any sound. He peered in through the large front windows, watching the two humans talking.

He was rather annoyed to find that his plans for the evening, had been ruined. The arrival of the human male had put a damper on his mood. Nev'ka was considering on leaving, and return to his pod for the night, when the female had suddenly backed the male up against the counter.

Nev'ka cocked his head to the side watching as the humans grappled with one another, as if fighting. He considered breaking in, and removing the male's skull, and spine from his body, when the female made that familiar sound. Trilling, Nev'ka adjusted his visual spectrum to zoom in on the pair, as they wrestled with one another. They had pressed their fleshy mouths together, biting and nipping, grappling and groaning. The male pushed the female against the counter now, knocking the bag of items he had brought to the floor.

The female laughed, and taking the bag, and the male by the hand, led him to the back of the house where her bedroom was.

Nev'ka snarled beneath his breath, his talons digging into the flesh of his hands. He approached the front door, and let himself into her home. He was silent as he stalked into the kitchen. He could hear them in the back room, the springs of her bed, groaning under their combined weight.

Nev'ka huffed, breathing in the familiar scent he had had smelled last night. It wasn't nearly as potent, but still enough to cause a haze to blanket his control. The rustling in the back bedroom stopped suddenly, and Nev'ka was on high alert as he listened to the silence of the female's home.

The creak of floorboard indicated to him that one of the humans was approaching him. Stepping into the shadows off to the side of the kitchen, he watched as the male returned to the kitchen, completely unaware of the danger he was in. The male went to the fridge, rifling around inside until removing a dark bottle that read, Hershey Syrup on the front of it.

Seeing his opportunity, Nev'ka stepped out of the shadows, as the human male headed back to the bedroom. Extending his wrist blades, Nev'ka stalked after the male. At the sound of metal gliding against metal, the human turned to face the sound, and Nev'ka pierced the male's sternum with the three long blades, until they tore through the other side. The ooman male made a choked gurgling noise, as blood filled his mouth. The male lost his grip on the bottle of chocolate syrup, and it dropped to the floor at their feet. Nev'ka raised the human up off the ground, staring as the life drained from his body.

The male would make a pitiful trophy, he reasoned. There had been no challenge at all, and he was most certainly not worthy of the female. Turning, he carried the human to the front of the house. Opening the front door, he flung the body out into the grass beyond the porch, and slammed the door shut. He had forgotten for a moment, to keep silent as he disposed of the body. He retracted his blades, and turned to face the main room once more.

"Ben," the female called from the bedroom, her voice sounding unsure.

Nev'ka waited, half expecting the female to come out and investigate, but was surprised when she did not. Instead she called out again a little shakier, "Ben?"

"Ben this is not funny," she spoke again, with her tone sounding angry, but he could hear the tremor still there.

Curious, Nev'ka followed the smell that was entirely hers. It was sweet, and tantalizing. There was only a hint of chemicals that was common when it came to humans, but it didn't overpower the natural smell of her musk. He huffed beneath his breath, his head shaking to clear his head of the haze it created.

He followed the scent to find the female laying on her bed once more. Only this time, her arms had been tied to the headboard on either side of her, and her eyes had been covered by some kind of blindfold.

"Ben," she called. Her arms tugging on the ties around her wrists, as she strained forward.

The sight of her there, had his cock twitching with interest, and he could feel it swelling behind the cover of his loincloth. With her hands tied as they were, she would not be able to pleasure herself like she had the night before. This proved to be a troubling matter to him, as he stared at her.

She pulled against her bonds some more, and he caught another whiff of her musk when her legs parted. She was in heat again, and the scent was clouding his head the longer he stood there, staring at her vulnerable form.

"Ben, are you going to just stand there," she asked him, and the tremble in her voice was suddenly gone, as she squirmed on the bed.

"H'ko," he growled. He most certainly was not.

OoOoO

Jill shivered at the sound of that growl. That hadn't sounded human at all. She squirmed on top of her mattress, wondering what Ben was playing at. She was starting to really regret agreeing to his odd choice of foreplay. He had wanted to tie her up, and dribble chocolate all over her body, and it had sounded fun at the time. Though, once he had tied her hands to the headboard, and then blindfolded her, she had started to second guess herself on that decision.

Then he had left her there to get the syrup, and had taken so long to return. She had thought at first that he left her there, when she had heard the front door close. What a horrible experience that would have been. She had begun to fear that she would be stuck there tied to her bed, until her Editor came looking for her. She wouldn't have had to worry about starvation, since her Editor never went a day without getting in contact with her. He would have come hunting her down himself if she hadn't answered his email, by the end of the day.

It just would have been humiliating if he had found her like this, she surmised. Even if he was old enough to be her dad, and still looked good for his age, Jill would have been mortified. Roger would have just used it as another arguing point, that she needed to move back to the city.

Jill shook her head free of her wild thoughts. Now was not the time to be worrying about her Editor. "What's wrong with your voice," Jill asked Ben. She didn't think a voice could sound that gravely. It was like he had gargled with nails, before coming back to the bedroom. Let alone, what the hell did he say to her? Heeko? What was that? Some weird role playing game, perhaps? It was possible that maybe, he could only get it up, by tying women up, and speaking in gibberish. She had seen some weird things in her time, while living in the City. Right now, though, this was ranging right up there with some of the weird crap she had done just to get laid.

Ben didn't answer her, and if she wasn't able to hear him breathing, she would have thought he had left the room again. He's just so quiet. The floorboards didn't even seem to creek, as he moved into the room.

What was he doing, just staring at her? Fuck, what the hell kind of game is this?

Jill nearly jumped out her skin, at the feel of the rough fingers that ghosted over her left foot. She gasped out loud, her body stilling at the alien touch. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The best way to describe it would have been like a pebbled surface. Kind of like touching a big lizard. In the fourth grade, her teacher had an iguana that had been rather large for its kind. It reminded her of something similar to that, only much- much larger. The bumps were smooth but as the hand grew braver, she could feel each individual one as they rubbed the bottom of her foot.

Jill bit her bottom lip, her arms tugging relentlessly on her bindings. The thick fingers dug into the bottom of her bare foot, sharp nails ghosting on the high arch. She squirmed, trying to fight back a giggle, when the touch tickled her.

Nev'ka huffed beneath his breath, at the sound the female had made, when he had found a sensitive spot on the bottom of her foot. Female Yautja's did not have sensitive spots. At least, if they did, they never let a male try and find said spots. Dragging the tip of his talon over the spot a second time, he watched the female squirm, and struggled to pull her foot free of his hold. Nev'ka trilled at this. Her skin was so much softer than his. He had to be careful, not to slice her open with his talons. How did a creature with such delicate hide, survive?

The fingers were moving further up her leg now, ghosting over her ankle tenderly, before massaging her left calf. A moan slipped passed her clenched teeth, unable to keep it in, as those nails worked over her tender skin. Her head fell back as those strong fingers massaged the one leg before repeating it with the other. She'd never been privy to a body massage before. Never had any of her sexual partners ever offer to even give her so much as a back massage.

This-this is something else, she thought as she bit back a second moan.

She was making those noises again, and Nev'ka knew he was doing something right. He wanted to ease her into this so as not to frighten her. With her hands tied up as they were, he would have to be the one to pleasure her. But first he needed to understand what she liked. What caused her to gasp, and shiver? What made her back arch up off the bed, as she moaned? Unlike his past sexual experiences, they both could take their time and enjoy this.

Jill shifted on top of her bed, her arms straining against her bonds, and feeling grateful that they were soft around her wrists, otherwise she would be feeling pretty chafed, right about now. Her left leg was lifted, and the sharp nails were back, caressing the underside of her calf. Her breath hitched, as it followed the curve of her knee, and stopped about halfway up her thigh.

"Fuck," she gasped. She tugged at her bonds again, wanting so much to grip something, as her sex throbbed at just the gentle caress on her leg. Where the hell did he learn this kind of torture anyway?

The trill that came out, at her curse had her blood freezing in her veins. No way- she tried to argue with herself. It was back! Whatever it was, the thing she had heard least night, was back. Jill tried to sit up on the bed, and pull her leg free, at the same time. Doing this last night could be considered a fluke, and she could chalk it up to being lost in a moment of pleasure. But then why did those sounds make her sex throb with want?

Nev'ka growled when the female began to struggle. It brought out the more dominance side of him, and the gentle side that he had been showing her, was pushed aside. Grabbing her foot, he tugged her back down on the bed. The female fought against the bonds, as she struggled against his hold on her.

"What the hell!" Jill shouted, and her leg kicked out towards him.

Nev'ka grabbed the other foot before it could connect with his chest. He forced both of her legs to lay flat against the bed with him standing in-between.

"Be still," he growled a warning. It was taking all of his self-control to keep him from flipping her over, and mounting her from behind to show her his dominance. He could scent her fear now, as her musk faded. And yet, as afraid as she was of him, her temper kept her words sharp, and she didn't dare buck under his control.

"Let go of me," she growled back at him, her lips set into a firm line. She couldn't see him, but he could feel her heated stare on him even through the blindfold. She grabbed at her bonds, trying to find a way to loosen them enough, to get her hands free.

Before Jill could work up the steam to fight him, the hands were back on her legs, their touch gentle once more. She stilled, her body tensing, as those hands teased the flesh on her legs, scraping nails against the sensitive flesh on the backs of her knees.

Jill bit back a moan, her teeth biting her bottom lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood. She momentarily forgot her anger, and how to breathe, when one of those hands left her leg to tease her sex through her wet panties. Her head fell back, seeing stars before her eyes, even with the blindfold hindering her vision.

Nev'ka purred as the fear ebbed away, and her musk came back stronger than before. The female parted her legs, allowing him more access to the area he teased with his fingers. He had never done this before with a female, and he liked how she willingly opened herself to him. Pulling his hand away, Nev'ka reached up behind his mask and released the hoses. With a hiss, his mask pulled away from his face, and he set it aside on the surface of her dresser.

He returned to the female, climbing up onto the end of her bed. The springs creaked, and he could feel the bed dip under his heavy body. Settling on his knees between her legs, Nev'ka breathed in her heated scent.

Pauk- he growled. It was stronger than it had been last night. Now with his mask off, he could breathe in the scent without the filters dampening it. His cock swelled against the strain of his loin cloth, with his need for physical release. He palmed the bulge, wanting more than anything to mount the female, and fuck her hard and fast.

Jill shivered at that growl. Fuck, this was wrong. So very, very wrong, and yet her body was already quivering, and begging for more. She wanted him to touch her again, wanted his hands on her bare flesh, but more than that she wanted to hear that growl, ferocious, and feral. Fuck what the hell is wrong with me, she wanted to scream, but all she could manage was a sharp gasp, as those hands tore her panties from her legs, leaving her completely naked, and bare from the waist down.

She was panting now, her chest rising, and falling with each thunderous beat of her heart. The growl, and clicking noise was so close she could almost believe it was in the room with her. But she had left the window open again to keep her room cool. It had to be right outside her house, somewhere in the backyard. There was no way it was in the room with her, right?

Nev'ka leaned forward then, resting on his elbows over the female, and his face close to her parted legs. The scent was tantalizing. Like a drug, it drew him in, and like a full bottle of c'nlip he felt drunk from the scent alone.

Did it taste as good as it smelled, he wondered.

The female shuttered with her body squirming, as his face drew between her legs. His upper mandibles scraped over the inner side of her thigh, and her scent increased tenfold. So, sensitive. So easily pleasured. He purred with this knowledge. That was also something that differed her, from the females of his kind.

The first touch of his tongue against her sex had Jill stiffening. That is a tongue, right, she wondered a little worriedly. Her arms pulled taunt on the bonds, and she drew in a ragged breath of air. The tongue was long, and thick as it dragged across her sex, tasting the fluid that coated the lips, while he had been massaging her legs.

"Fuck," she cursed, her arms jerking against the ties around her wrists. She wanted more than anything to fist her hands in his hair and hold on tight as his tongue tasted her.

Nev'ka teased the female with his tongue, sliding the appendage across her opening, and up over the sensitive nub she had rubbed last night to stimulate herself. Beneath him, she shivered, and her body tensed. She was so vocal, and responsive to his touches. Licking over the nub again he was rewarded with a growled curse of her own.

So, sensitive indeed. The taste of her fluid was thick and unique. Not sweet, but not sour either, but perhaps something in between. Delving deeper into her opening, he pressed his tongue inside her to get a better taste. The female was panting now, her body flushed from her chest to the apple of her cheeks. He slid his tongue deep, tasting her from the inside out, before withdrawing his tongue. As the muscle moved inside her, the female moaned, her body shuddering at the feel of him.

"Oh god," Jill whimpered. "Please, please don't stop." She had never begged before in her life, but she knew she would die if he stopped now. The bow was taut, and she could feel her release so damn close, and yet it was so far away still. When his tongue slid out of her, she could have screamed her frustration, but before she could voice her distress the tongue was back, licking at her sensitive nub, much like a kitten would lap up milk.

The pleasure that slammed into her, was staggering, and she felt the air knocked from her lungs.

"Oh Jesus, oh- oh my god," she started squirming, trying to struggle against him as the pleasure turned almost painful, as he lapped at the nub relentlessly. It was like he decided he liked the taste, and just couldn't get enough of it.

Jill threw her head back, her skull cracking against the headboard of her bed, but she hardly noticed the impact, let alone the pain. He had grabbed her legs again in order to keep her still, with her thighs spread apart, as he switched directions, and stabbed his tongue straight into her core. She would have screamed had she the ability to breathe. But she had forgotten how. All she could do was feel everything he was doing to her, and whimper, and squirm within his tight hold.

The pebbled texture of his flesh bit into the sensitive skin of her thighs, the sharp nails almost digging in, as he kept her restrained. His breath was hot as he breathed across her sex, which was a harsh contrast against the chilled air of her room. His tongue was thick, and rough as he delved it deeper, and deeper into her, only to draw it back out and slam back into her over and over. The slight scraping of what he wore over his face against her inner thighs was a soft caress, compared to the almost brutal assault he was doing with his tongue.

Jill struggled against his hold, shying away from his tongue that had returned to lapping at the fluid that leaked from her, and tongued repeatedly over her clit. The building pleasure peaked, and her back arched up off the bed, and a strangled scream tore itself from her throat. Her vision went white, as the powerful orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.

She sagged back down on the bed, her chest rising, and falling with her shuddered breaths. Her skin was hot and sweaty, and her muscles tingled all over from her release. Before she could savor the climax however, from between her legs came a ferocious growl. Jill stiffened at the sound. That had most definitely come from inside her bedroom. If anything, it had come from the man between her legs. Th-that's not Ben. She wasn't sure when she had stopped believing it was him, perhaps from the beginning, but she was positive it wasn't him now. That sound was not even human.

Jill gasped, her body going rigid as the tongue, that had gone lazy while it lapped up her juices, started stroking her clit back into a hardened nub.

"F-fuck," she choked out, not ready. Her body felt overly charged and sensitive. Every touch maximized, leaving her body trembling in response.

"More," Nev'ka growled as he lapped at the female's sex unable to get enough of her taste. It was like the sweetest fruit, intoxicating like a bottle of c'nlip.

"N-no," Jill whimpered as he slid his tongue deep inside her, sliding it in and out, making her feel full, as he started to build up the pleasure for a second round. She didn't think she could handle it. Not so soon. Her body was still humming from the last one.

Soon he had her squirming on the bed, fighting the bonds but she couldn't escape him. His tongue was relentless, as it rubbed across the sensitive nub. The pleasure built and built, until it tore through her a second time. Her climax was just as intense as the first. Before she could catch her breath, he was back at it again, sliding that devious tongue over her opening.

"No- no more," she choked out, her head shaking left, and right in denial.

"Sei-i more," he snarled against her sex, ignoring her pleas for him to stop.

Her body was a quivering mess, her skin trembling, as he built the pleasure up from the steady hum of her climax, till she was crying out a third time. Still he gave her no reprieve, gave her littler opportunity to catch her breath.

"Please stop," she pleaded weakly with him. But the plea was only halfhearted, as the low burn in her gut, built to an inferno. It had been too long since she had a decent sexual partner. Never had she had one bring her sexual release so many times in such a short amount of time. Her body hummed with need, as the pleasure grew. He was relentless, unyielding. Giving her exactly what her body craved. His arms gripped her legs, holding them in place on either side of his head. His face buried against her sex, with his tongue thrusting fast and hard inside her.

To her dismay, her body had a mind of its own. Instead of fighting him, her legs parted further, stretching to their limits to give him better access.

Nev'ka purred as the female gave in, relinquishing her control to him finally. She had submitted to him completely, and his chest rumbled with the intensity of his purr. She had fought him the first three rounds, and now she opened herself to him, no longer fighting his hold to keep her there.

"Please," she begged him. "Please untie me. Let me touch you."

Nev'ka hesitated for a moment, his head lifting, from between her legs. She was panting, her skin flush as she struggled to look at him through the blindfold. He eyed the bonds that tied her to the bed, there were marks already appearing around her wrists, from the restraints.

"You take blindfold off, I leave," he growled the threat.

Jill nodded her head to his threat, and was relieved, and perhaps a bit startled at how easily the ties around her wrists came undone. She dropped her sore arms from over her head, rubbing at the marks, that she was sure there.

Nev'ka watched her a moment longer, making sure she didn't try to remove the cover over her eyes. Seeing that she wasn't going to, he moved back between her legs. His upper mandible scrapped across her inner thigh, and the muscle there, jumped at the contact. She was very sensitive to his touch now. Her skin twitched, as he breathed across her flesh, her body trembling from the multiple orgasms. He could make her cum at least a few times more.

Sliding his tongue across her opening leisurely, he listed to the tiny gasp she drew in. He shifted his hold on her legs, and he propped them up over his shoulders. Her feet flexed across his back, her toes curling around the netting of his suit. Pressing the tip of his tongue into her opening, he listened to her whimper at the pressure. He slid it in slowly, and deeply filling her completely. She was so tight around his tongue; he knew she would not be able to handle the thickness of his cock, as least not yet. He would have to prepare her for that.

Withdrawing his tongue, he relished in the sound of the strangled whimpered moan, that came from the back of her throat.

"Please, please," she begged. Her hands were fisting around the bed sheets, forgetting the pain that had been created from the bonds. "Oh please."

Nev'ka huffed as he slid his tongue out till only the tip, filled the opening. He made sure to go even slower, as he slipped it back inside her. The strangled frustrated scream that escaped her, had him huffing out a laugh as he continued to torture her.

Jill snarled in response, when he laughed at her frustration. After behind fucked hard and fast the first three times, this slow torture he was doing to her, was aggravating. She wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast again, and she wanted to dig her nails into his back as he did so.

As he withdrew the tongue from her sex a third time, Jill strained with one reaching hand to grab him, and drag him up her body. She wanted to force him to take her now. This slow shit needed to stop, before it killed her.

Finding what she was looking for with her blind reach, she wrapped her fingered around what she presumed to be his hair. The thick appendage she grabbed and yanked at, didn't have the effect she was hoping for, but had him reacting in an entirely different matter.

Nev'ka snarled as the female grabbed him by his tresses. He slammed his tongue deep into her sex, when her sudden brazen move startled him. His grip tightened into a bruising grip as the female's tugged harder at the appendage. His cock twitched, and swelled into a painful bulge as he huffed.

"Fuck," she cursed, her hips thrusting, trying to take him even deeper inside her. "Please just- Jesus please do something."

A strangled noise escaped Nev'ka as her grip didn't slacken on his tresses. It was distracting, with the overbearing pleasure that flowed straight to his cock. He withdrew his tongue out, and slid it over the sensitive nub. In response, she gripped the tress, and a wave of pleasure crashed through him again.

Pauk-de, he growled. He licked at the nub again, and was rewarded with another squeeze. His cock was swollen and leaking now, the pleasure that rippled through his body creating little spasms, that had his hide twitching. He licked and teased her clit, and the female huffed and whimpered with each slide of his tongue. Her hand flexed around the appendage in her grip, and it was taking every sense of control he had not to cum so soon. His hips bucked, and twitched, rocking with the motion as she female ground herself against his face.

"Oh- oh god," Jill gasped, the pleasure building like molten lava brimming to the top of a volcano. She could feel her orgasm just on the brink, feel the heat ready to consume her entirely. "D-don't stop- please don't stop."

Nev'ka growled, he could feel his release right there. With each tightened grip from the female, the pleasure that coursed through his veins burned higher, and higher.

"Harder, fuck me harder," Jill panted, and was rewarded with his tongue rubbing harder across her clit, and she felt her orgasm spike. Her vision turned white, and she screamed.

A strangled snarl escaped him, as the female clenched his tress and his orgasm tore through his body something fierce. Instinctively he sunk his teeth into the female's thigh, tasting her blood as his orgasm swelled within his cock, and he spilled his release into his loincloth. There was a moment of silence with the only noise that could be heard, was their heavy breathing.

With his strength returning, Nev'ka pulled back long enough to lap up the mixture of the female's fluid, and blood that coated his mouth and mandibles. He looked down at her form that still shuddered from the throes of her climax.

Beautiful.

At that moment, she was beautiful to him. It did not matter, what she was, that her hair was flat, and not sensitive like his, or that her skin was smooth and fragile. It didn't matter the flatness of her face, or how small her form was compared to a female of his kind. Never had he been able to watch a female orgasm before. He had never been able to watch the way heat crawled along her flesh, as her climax approached, or the way her face transformed as that climax peaked. And now afterward, she lay submissive beneath him, not fighting him off of her, and taking off to seek another mate. He liked the knowledge that he was able to bring her release multiple times, and she was receptive to each and every one of them.

Climbing up off the bed, Nev'ka watched the female as she drifted off to sleep, her breathing evening out to a steady rise, and fall of her chest. She looked well sated in the aftermath, of their mating. The feel of his cum cooling, and sticking to his loincloth, reminded him of the mess he had made of himself yet again. If he kept this up, he would run out of loincloths to wear before it was time to head back to the ship.

Turning from the female, Nev'ka headed through the house, reaching the main room. He was appalled to realize, that his legs quivered under the strain to hold himself up. He would like nothing more than to lie down and sleep, but he couldn't do that here. He would have to return to the pod for the night, and get some rest.

Reaching the front door, Nev'ka pulled it open, and peered out into the darkness. He spotted the young male's body where he had tossed it earlier. He would have to dispose of the body, his mind already formulating a plan on what to do with it. Crossing the yard, he grabbed the male by its leg, and proceeded to drag it with him to his pod.

It wasn't until he had reached his destination, that he recalled leaving his mask behind in the female's home.

"Pauk," he snarled. It was too late to retrieve it now. He would have to just go back to the female and retrieve his mask in the morning. Growling beneath his breath, Nev'ka went to work on skinning, and cleaning the male human.


An: ~Revised 08/27/2018~

Hehe Sooooo was that as good for you, as it was for me *fans self* Whoo is it hot in here or what?

Pauk- Kind of like Fuck
Pauk-de - Fucking
Ooman- human
H'ko- No
Sei-i - Yes
C'nlip- Intoxicating Beverage

^^ well that was the second installment for Taboo. Just cause I got so many positive feedback from the first installment. I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed/favored/followed this story. You're feedback on this story just brings a highlight to my day. I look forward to hearing what you have to say about our little pervy Nev'ka here.

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