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I have added a lemon to kick things off. Enjoy :D

"When you are well, your chosen mate will come to your room."

"No I-"

"Don't speak! If it wasn't for me rushing to get you into the medical wing you wouldn't be alive let alone speak, show me respect, ooman!"

"If he wasn't for you I wouldn't have been in that fucking room half conscious, you fucking psycho," McKenna squeezed her fists, "that prick I picked was gonna try fucking me while I wasn't even fully conscious."

"He stopped himself."

"He was thrown across the room by someone."

"You were seeing things, the weakling didn't report such a thing."

McKenna smiled softly yet sarcastically, "Guess he was too embarrassed. I know what I saw."

The translator paused, looking up at McKenna to recollect his thoughts, "He will come to your room and he will bed you, it has to be done. This is what you came here for, what your people have sent you here to do. You will please him or it won't end well for us. You need to please him in your ooman ways, not the Yautja way."

"And if I don't?"

"He will walk out of the bed chamber and we will both be dead, they will find you useless and kill me for it because I am the translator assigned to you. They will kill us for wasting their time. Some of the females have already been killed."

Her hazel eyes widened in anger, "I-"

"Mih-ken-nah," he grabbed her, locking his eyes with her own, startling her, "If you don't do this you will die, and so will I." With that, he squeezed her arms before letting her go, cussing in his native tongue.

McKenna began chewing on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say.

"How do I please him?" She asked him as she approached him, placing one of her hands behind her neck, she was sweating. Would they really kill her? Would the USA do anything for her? Hell, they didn't attempt to know about her well being the whole time she was gone, "What's the Yautja way? How do you guys even..."

"Mate?"

"Yeah."

The translator whipped his head to her, his thick black dreadlocks smacking his face before resting back onto his shoulders. McKenna felt a sense of awkwardness as no one said a word. She just needed to know, "I'm guessing it's like humans right? Do I just lay there, do I turn around like, what the fuck am I suppose to do, is it going to hurt? Some animals only mate to reproduce, we do it for pleasure-"

"We aren't animals."

She didn't realize how close he was until she got a whiff of his scent, smelled like wood chips on a playground.

"Our females don't find pleasure in it. They don't even look at males while it is happening, they show their backs. But with you," He grabbed her chin, lifting it so she met his glance, "it will be different for him which is why they all want a human to pick them to fuck. It will be pleasurable, make it that way."

"Have you done it before?"

The translator released his grip on her, not saying a word. Instead, he walked away from her, disregarding her question, leaving McKenna in awe.

She laid there against the warm furs of the giant bed, zoning out to the light pounding of drums in the background. It was pitch dark around her, engulfing her like a storm. The only source of light she could detect was the razes coming from the space underneath the metal door frame. The translator had told her the runt would be arriving to her chambers. There would be another dinner party for the rest of the Yaujta's to keep themselves busy with alcohol and dances. They were celebrating their fellow Yautja's mating ritual with a human, he would only be the third Yautja to successfully do it.

The translator had taken away all her clothes.

It had a week since the accident and she had a scar in the back of her head that still felt sore. Luckily, the hair around the area was still intact, it was healing fast, the alien technology helped stop the bleeding in seconds. Yet, she wished it didn't. She wished she could have been in the medical wing for at least a few weeks. Or maybe just to have never woken up at all. McKenna swiped the single tear that ran down her cheek, she had a week to prepare herself with the idea of what was going to happen.

She tried telling herself if she tried to enjoy it, she wouldn't feel disgusted with herself nor feel any shame or feel it was rape.

The door opened, allowing the sound of the drums to engulf the room, vibrating her eardrums before the slammed shut again. This was it. McKenna turned to her side so that her back was facing the wall, she was going to do this, but she couldn't face him just yet. She exhaled slowly, gathering her thoughts. Show the motherfucker a good time.

With the sound of the door shutting, the Yautja approached her, his heavy footsteps made their way to the giant bed, stopping as he was by the corner of it. She could hear his mandibles clicking.

"You can do this, you can do this." McKenna mumbled to herself quietly, not caring if he heard her or not. Snapping her eyes open, her naked body shivered slightly as she turned to face him.

Please him.

She couldn't see much in the dark expect for the fact he appeared much taller and muscular than she remembered him being, she couldn't make out much of his face expect for his mandibles. He had only a loin cloth on that hung from his giant quads.

It was after a minute of silence that he stripped himself of his loin cloth.

They were definitely similar to human men. So similar, the only difference was the size and scales. He was definitely ready, her face got hot. It was going to rip her insides.

McKenna pulled her legs from under her so that they hung slightly over the bed and she laid on her back, blinking at the ceiling as her heart raced, waiting for him to make a move. The sound of his mandibles clicking was never ending but it helped McKenna keep track of where he was. The darkness was her friend, not being able to see him expect barely helped tremendously. She'd just imagine he was human.

It was when he grabbed her breast that she pulled back in shock.

Fuck, wrong move. Please him.

He stepped away from her and puffed his chest out in anger.

He was going to leave, she was going to be killed. She could feel her heart beat in her ears, paralyzing her.

"Please don't leave!" She shouted out to him.

The Yaujta remained still, McKenna wasn't sure if he understood her or not.

Realizing her mistake McKenna grasped his hand back before he would make another move toward the door. The odd texture of his hand was rough, she had never touch one of them like this before. For a second, she just simply looked at it and took in just how massive it was, how easily it could choke her to death that very second. She placed his hand back onto her breast. McKenna prayed he didn't storm out what rejecting him.

He held it firmly, it filled up his giant hand, they were quite large, making him purr louder. He began squeezing it slightly as he hovered over her naked body. His palm massaged her nipple, causing it to harden as a rock. McKenna gasped as the pleasure from her breast zapped throughout her body and made her toes curl.

How did he know to do that?

He leaned into her, hovering over her small body, each tree trunk shaped thigh on either side of her. He was so much larger than she remembered.

She began to shake from fear and nerves. He was aggressive before, in the medical wing, why was he being so gentle now? McKenna anticipated his every move.

He lowered his massive head so his mandibles rested on her neck, inhaling her scent, she smelled sweet with a mix of fright. He could crush her with his weight if he wanted to. The heat from between her legs was intensely strong, he could smell it from outside before he even came in. His chest pressed against her nipples lightly and began purring once again to calm her. McKenna gasped and began crawling at the furs beneath her. She felt his member on her lower stomach. Fuck.

She felt what she assumed was his tongue begin licking the soft skin of her neck, his finger moved her long hair out of the way to expose more of her flesh. His tongue felt hot, like a small heating pad. She would be lying if she said it didn't feel nice. Not long afterward, she felt the Yaujta shift his head and within in seconds, she was flipped onto her stomach, her head pushed into the furs. His tip brushed against her wet lips, as she lifted her head up to get some air, he pushed into her while grabbed her wrists to hold her in place.

McKenna gasped as she felt him pushing his way into her. It was finally happening. Her hands squeezed onto whatever she could find as she felt pain from the length of his member, her walls clamping down on him. The Yautja's mandibles stretched out wide as he freed McKenna's wrists and grabbed her hips instead to lift them upward to him. He thrusted back and then forward, slowly creating a rhythm. She bit down on her jaw hard from the discomfort.

This was definitely the Yaujta way, no connect, no intimacy.

Just shut your eyes and go with it.

Pain soon turned into pleasure as McKenna released a moan, how was this feeling good? It felt so wrong.

The feminine sound that escaped her made the Yautja snort out a hefty sound, it wasn't anything that the females of his kind made. It startled McKenna. Out of no where, the Yautja flipped her around like a doll, forcing her to face him once again. Wasting no time in trusting into her again, McKenna moaning once again. He took in the sight of her body, her milk glands made for more of a better sight than her back.

Please him. They all want a human to pick them.

If she had to show him the human way, now was the time.

McKenna placed her hands on his chest, it took everything within her to push him sideways until his forearm hit the bed.

She sensed his confusion, "Lay." She told him.

Did he understand her? Probably not. McKenna moved her hands till they were on his shoulders and pushed down till his bottom was on the bed, his elbows held his upper half up as he watched her curiously.

"This is the human way, women can be on top." She managed to say shyly, swallowing the lump in her throat. He said nothing back, the only thing she could hear was his heavy breathing.

She straddled his hips, and slowing slide till she felt his tip on her opening and slide down cautiously till he filled up, she gasped and began to ride him slowly. She shut her eyes, mentally taking herself somewhere else. Was he going to be mad that she taking control?

It was when he lowered his back fully to the bed and grabbed her hips, wanting to feel her move against him. McKenna opened her eyes and saw him watching her with great detail.

His blue eyes stare into hers, she let out a gasp. This wasn't the Yautja that she picked, who was he?! In the dim light she could see his dreadlocks were wrapped in golden rings. His skin was smoother looking and clean, something she had never seen before amongst their kind.

She was having sex with a Yautja she hadn't picked, what was going to happen now?

"Who-" McKenna was cut off as his grip tightened around her hips and trusted forward beneath her, the sound of her wetness caused his growling sounds to overwhelm her senses. They grew louder and louder.

Too late to stop now.

Her mind went elsewhere, putting a stop into her investigate on mysterious Yautja. She couldn't hope back her moaning as the pleasure within her was growing with every bounce, she tightened her legs around his torso. She was met with the roughness of the nets she was familiar with that they wore, her toes curled. She couldn't help but rest her hands on his broad, toned chest as she rode him faster and faster as his piercing eyes watched her performance taking everything in, her smell, her sounds, her looks.

"Oh my god." McKenna lusted out as she felt the pleasure within her reach its peak. She didn't realize how loud she was being, it made the Yaujta beneath her growl in pride. She went faster and faster, grinding her hips as her body heat increase. She never wanted it to stop, her lips left dry as she couldn't stop the sounds that she was making.

The wave of bliss hit her like a bus, she arched her back as she gasped for air and crawled at his shoulders since they were the first thing available. The pulsing of her walls against his member made the mighty Yautja look up at the ceiling and roar as she felt him come inside her. His talons ripping into her flesh. The roar was so loud McKenna squinted her face and covered her ears in pure panic.

It was a battle cry, it echoed the ship, alarming all aboard on the ship. Little did McKenna know, that was the sound was the signal that make it clear she would live.