As he returned to the oomans room with the big bed, he really didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't confident that he'd be able to win her affection. The yautja females were escorts by choice, but the alien species were not. It was either the only job they could get on the yautja home planet, or they were the owners property. The ooman was a slave.
Nicole blinked at him, feeling more nervous that it was the same yautja as before. She was assured by the other humans and the alien female that she didn't need to do anything special, that the male would take control. However, this male just stood in front of the door, staring as though he'd never seen a human before. Her heart thundering in her chest, she climbed into the middle of the bed. That prompted him to come closer.
She laid on her side and propped her head up, trying to look inviting. The ooman wasn't a challenge like he was used to. Still, his blood rushed to a certain extremity at seeing her offer herself to him so blatantly. Her smell was masked by the scent he was certain was fear though. Indecisive, Dumala moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
With his height and bulk, he had to weigh a good two hundred pounds, if not more. He caused to bed to dip, bringing her slightly closer to him. Nicole sat upright, confused. He wasn't even looking at her. She had to do something, or she'd get punished by the alien female.
She cleared her throat, not wanting to startle him as she reached out her hand to touch him. His head slowly turned to watch her, his dreads sliding off his shoulders. His body grew noticeably tense as she brought her palm closer. She made sure to stay away from his odd hair. His mandibles twitched as he felt her small fingers press to his back.
The contact was strange, but her fingers were soft and warm. He wanted her to touch him all over, but she jerked her hand away suddenly. He turned to crawl onto the bed, reaching for her. When she backed away, he growled, but that only made her distance herself further. She squeaked when he grabbed her ankle and drug her to him.
She froze, eyes wide. Her body wasn't painted like last time, making her seem even more vulnerable without the fierce stripes. Her pink skin was so unique to him, without scales at all, just soft intersecting lines. Dumala grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm to his abs. The ooman had the weirdest reaction, turning her face away as her cheeks flushed with heat.
The ooman was reacting as though he was distasteful. She'd touched his back and recoiled, and now she turned away from him. Nicole was almost dizy, her hand on an aliens rock-hard eight pack. She didn't know what to do, but he stared to lift away from her and she panicked. She quickly grabbed his forearms to stop him from moving away.
Dumala tensed as she moved, but then let out a quiet trill when she held him. When he didn't move, she cautiously put her hands on his abs, then slid them up to his chest. Her scent slowly turned sweeter. Dumala had a lapse in control. He let his weight bear down on her, smashing her breasts against his bare chest.
Nicole's ribcage felt crushed under his body and she shoved up at his shoulders with all of her strength. She jerked her face away when his mandibles lowered to her neck. She could hardly breathe, and her heart rate elevated with fear. Nicole struggled under him, her legs kicking at the bed to get free. Dumala tilted his head at her actions, unsure of what she was doing.
Her scent had turned sour again. When she let out a strangled whine, Dumala lifted off of her. The ooman drew in a quick breath, her small chest expanding. Dumala tucked his mandibles close to his face, ashamed to realize that he had been suffocating her. Her breaths were heaving as she stared up at him with her eyebrows pulled inward.
He understood now how easy it would be to accidentally kill her. Nicole scowled up at him, wanting nothing more than for him to get the hell off of her. His claws slowly reached for her cheek, but she brought her face away from him. Her lungs still burned. She couldn't decider his alien facial features, but he didn't look sorry to her.
As he sat up though, she remembered what the alien female had said. Nicole had to preform, had to make him sleep with her, or she'd be punished. She sat up in bed with him and reached for his wrists. He let her move him, and she thrust his hands over her breasts. Dumala's body bristled with arousal.
Nicole's breasts were plump and plentiful, but now felt unsubstantial in his large hands. She was not surprised when he moved his hands away. His claws traced down one of the scars across her belly, making her feel even more inadequate. She grabbed his hand and boldly placed it over her sex. He gave a warm purr at first, but then touched the scar near the inside of her elbo instead, making her shiver.
She had guided his hand on her body, to her mammary glands, and between her legs. However, Dumala was more intrigued by her scars. It aroused him to think of her in a battle, small but fierce. Ooman skulls were treasured trophies, but he'd never had the opportunity to collect one for himself. When he touched a circular scar on her hip though, the ooman let out a loud exhale.
His attention returned to her green eyes, but he had no idea what she was thinking. He dropped his hands to his sides. After a second, she sat up a little straighter, looking up in his eyes as she leaned forward. He awkwardly stared down at her as she pressed her mouth to his chest. Her pulse was fast and her scent was full of fear, but she kissed him.
He reveled in the light sounds she made as she sucked and kissed his skin. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He stood absolutely still, not reacting at all, and that made Nicole nervous. These aliens didn't have lips, so of course he'd never felt a kiss. She couldn't even tell if he liked it or not.
Nicole pressed her lips to his collar bone, not daring to get any closer to his neck. Suddenly, he let out a low purr. Nicole froze with her mouth on him, receiving the pleasure of feeling the vibrations from his purr rather then just the noise. It made her lids heavy, and her stomach warm and fuzzy. Tension dropped from her shoulders and she grew brave.
Her tongue lashed out across the dip above his collar bone. Dumala sucked in a surprised breath and leaned away. The ooman had tasted him. Nicole wasn't deterred-she pressed closer, and gently nibbled at his skin. Now, biting he liked very much.
Dumala grabbed her, dragging her over him as he laid his back on the bed. His skin was heating, his need building. He was so tall she had to wiggle backwards to rub her hips against his. His loins surged with desire and he quickly reached between their bodies to remove his loincloth. When he yanked the cloth away though, the ooman yelped.
Dumala lifted his head to look at her as she moved off of him. A line of red marked her inner thy. He looked at his claws finding a subtle hint of blood. He grunted, as it didn't seem like a big deal to him. The ooman kept touching her wound though, glaring at it, then at him.
He purred deeply as he started to crawl over her. She squirmed at first, but he gently positioned her legs, and ran his hands along her body. Her smell was enticing and sweet, and his cock grew in size as a response. Nicole felt his cock brush against her, and was compelled to get a glimpse of it. Her nails dug into his arm though as she realized how unreal his size was.
Her scent waned somewhat, her arousal fading, and Dumala hesitated. Nicole braced herself for pain. When he didn't move though, she reached for his member to guide it to her entrance. Nichole realized her mistake too late. The ooman was frightened, and then reached for a sensitive organ.
It was natural for him to react defensively. Yautjas didn't trust aliens, or even one another. Someone reaching for his gunk meant malice, even if it was a female-especially if it was female. Dumala squeezed his hand around her throat, and her hands shot up to pry at his fingers. His mandibles splayed open as he stared down at her, and the room seemed pungent with her fear.
He expected her to fight him, to struggle at least. Instead, her eyes widened and her body stilled. He could feel her racing pulse through his hand. He was in a position of control and that made him feel powerful, like the hunter he used to be. However, he still couldn't bring himself to fuck her if she didn't want him to.
