Note: I do not own or have anything to do with The Predator franchise at all. The only reason why I chose to write this fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only and no profit will be made from it in any way, shape or form.

P.S. This story takes place at the end of Claimed by a Predator when the invasion has started and the yautjas are spreading out to other parts of the world.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Although he was planning on her getting up sometime in the afternoon with him to tackle some of chores that there might be around for them to do at the house, Rose didn't manage to wake up from her 'nap' until early evening. She was surprised that she had slept so late in the day, but not as much as she was when she discovered that Hichea wasn't in the bed with her. There was a notion in her head that he would wake her up when he got up, but it was destroyed from finding him nowhere in sight.

Where has he gone to?

Her curiosity had her to go to sit up in the bed, having her to quickly regret her decision. A sharp, jabbing pain shot out from her midsection and engulfed her entire being. It had her letting out a sharp, gaspy cry, and having her to clench her eyes tightly from the discomfort hitting her being very intense.

At first, Rose thought there was something wrong with her body. He had been a little rough with her in the bed and the idea that he had done something to her frame to where perhaps something inside of her vagina ripped during them fucking with one another in her bed was very plausible.

But, there was another more reasonable explanation as to why she was not feeling the best at the moment: They had just went too hard and got too lost in the moment with one another that would leave her body feeling really sore. Also, she had rode his cock for awhile and that was something she had never done before with a man, human or alien, before.

While her mind was working to come up with an explanation as to what happened, she picked up on the sound of the front door closing shut downstairs with Hichea's voice calling up to her from downstairs.

"Rose," he asked, "are you awake yet?"

She went to call out in response but let out a soft cry instead from her body moving just a tiny amount. The sensation had her hands grabbing at herself around the midsection to try and fight off the pain that was taking hold of her. Rose struggled to catch her breathing pattern back to where it needed to be while her ears alerted her to the heavy yet quick footsteps moving up the stairs, informing her that Hichea was racing to the room. Lifting her head up from where she was sitting up, her eyes discovered Hichea hurrying into the room and moving to sit at her side while his voice took on a more concerned tone for her being in pain like she was.

"Rose, you are hurt."

"N-No, Hichea." Rose replied, trying to keep him from worrying too much about her when her cause of injury was due to something they both wanted. "I am all right."

"Then why did you let out a cry?"

"I-I am just really sore and tender right now is all-"

"from me hurting you."

"Don't put words in my mouth, Hichea." She had a little bit of frustration coming to her voice from him making the decision to interject words into the conversation on her part. "Also, you didn't hurt me."

"Then why are you in distress right now then?"

"Because I just went into us having sex a little too hard is all, and that I rode your dick for awhile there which was something I have never done before and my body was not prepared to do that."

"Do you think that I...I ripped something inside of you?"

"I am sure I will be all right if I just rest up for a little bit, Hichea."

She looked to him and could tell that he was worried about her. Although he was wearing his mask that covered his face, Rose could read his body language and it told him what she was thinking of at that moment. She couldn't help but feel bad for him since he was taking the blame for something that she enjoyed a lot. Moved by this feeling, Rose took one of his hands, gently, and clung to it. She waited for him to look at her face with his mask before she proceeded to speak up to him, sincere and honestly.

"Don't worry, Hichea. Everything is going to be all right. I promise."

She had lowered her voice to a whisper while her eyes gazed to where his eyes were nestled behind the mask. The last thing she wanted was for him to be in despair over her getting hurt during them having sex with one another in their bed like they had done. All she craved for him was to be happy that they did what they did, and there would be more of it to come once she healed herself up from having done what she did with riding his cock a little too hard and fast for her first time. Her gaze never left the part of his mask where his eyes were nestled while she could feel his other hand moving up and cupping a side of her face. It didn't break her stare to feel his palm resting against one of her cheeks or when his stern voice whispered out a response back to her as his forehead of the mask came to rest atop her head, making contact with her skin.