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This is a Klaroline fusion with Predator movies. Caroline is a fierce galactic warrior on her way back from a scouting mission and decides to stop by her favorite New Orleans bar that happens to be a certain hybrid's favorite haunt...
Warning: This one gets us back to our signature brand of funny and also much-needed sexytimes.
"I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."
― Pablo Neruda
It never failed to amuse Caroline how the humans walked right by a spaceship without noticing. Such odd, self-absorbed creatures. Granted, she'd activated her transport's camouflage sequencing, which synthesized a typical Creole cottage, but still that telltale shimmer should've at least given them pause. Such easy prey. She was expected back at HD 160691 d, the extrasolar planet Rocinante, now that she'd completed her scouting mission, but she refused to wormhole leap without enjoying a dish from this primitive planet called crawfish etouffee. Not to mention her weakness for other delicacies.
She didn't both trying to muffle the deep purr that she trilled at the thought of Klaus. She'd spotted him during her first impulsive detour from her mission, and his enigmatic personality had kept her intrigued. She'd quietly observed him, seeing great promise in this unconventional warrior. While still a youngling (a paltry thousand solar revolutions on this primitive planet), there was still something about this boastful 'hybrid king' that made her claws ache to sink into him.
The scuffing of rubber soles on the filthy asphalt caught her attention, and she smoothly sidestepped a trio of younglings who blissfully stumbled to and fro, clearly having imbibed past the limits of their fragile physiology. From their appreciative glances, she ascertained that her attire was appropriate, a mild concern she'd indulged while on her initial scouting mission. While necessary to seamlessly blend with the planetary natives, she'd learned from her last visit that this region's population seemed to believe her traditional hunting breastplate and ouroboros-skin breeches were part of a parade costume, which she understood to be some sort of revelry-related function.
Therefore, it was unlikely her formal hunting attire would arouse suspicions. Although it certainly seemed to arouse the planetary natives' heat. Foolish humans — her kind required a much sturdier form for mating.
Perhaps like Klaus.
As a hybrid creature, he certainly could prove less frail during the mating act. Something she found herself thinking about to a frustrating degree. Caroline's people had studied this primitive planet for tens of thousands of years, and knew of the curious balance of human and supernatural inhabitants. As a fierce warrior race, her kind found the immense variety quite appealing, often hotly debating the merits of hunting the various species in the quest to select the worthiest prey.
However, she and her sister-warriors lived by a strict code of honor: hunt the strong; spare the weak. It was the code that all advanced galactic races lived by. She snorted, recalling the intergalactic wager many extrasolar planets and exoplanets had indulged, placing bets on when this primitive planet finally would evolve to embrace similar ethics.
Her careful observations of Klaus revealed that while he was of volatile temperament, he appeared to live by a primitive honor code, one worthy of her respect. She recalled watching Klaus challenge the youngling king of this region as inept followers of the false king cowardly bound the hybrid with chains. Using his superior strength, Klaus easily bested them, but also proved himself to be honorable by granting clemency to the one who picked up the coin he tossed to the ground. It was an odd custom, but one that Caroline thoroughly enjoyed researching for her scouting mission report to her home planet's elders.
The marvelous scent of crawfish being sautéed in preparation of her favorite dish made her glands swell in anticipation, and she broke into a light jog toward the aroma, only to stop short when she caught sight of curls and a familiar dimpled smirk as Klaus went inside the structure he frequented to imbibe libations. Tossing back her long waves threaded with iridescent scales, she decided her snack could wait — she craved a full meal.
Caroline took a calming breath, verifying that her anatomical parts the planetary natives would deem as 'alien' were hidden as she stepped inside the raucous structure. Her flesh tingled with awareness as it soaked in the pheromone-laced air, and she sniffed appreciatively in the direction of multiple bodies whose obvious warmth indicated their brain chemistry was urging them to mate.
"Well, well. I love it when my dinner delivers itself," a leering dark-haired man observed, eyes raking her form as he seemed to be waiting for her to respond.
Quickly analyzing brainwaves and his production of pheromones, she understood that this was a supernatural creature known as vampire, and his intent was to both hunt and mate her. "Not your dinner, sub-creature," she told him, allowing a hint of her innate violence to enter her tone, assuming he would recognize a superior predator and flee.
However, stupidity was an affliction of both humans and supernatural creatures on this primitive planet, and he beautifully illustrated that fact as he gripped her forearm and spoke with a lilting, commanding tone. "You were just going to be a quick feed and fuck, but now you've earned yourself some extra attention. Outside now, bitch."
Caroline's blue eyes briefly glowed as she felt the four points of her curved fangs itch to release, especially as she felt him use his paltry vampiric strength to try to bruise her flesh. Her arms proudly bore the ritual scarring of battle victories, signaling to others her prowess as a fierce warrior, and this sub-creature foolishly sought to place his mark upon her? She wordlessly slammed his head upon the gleaming wooden surface where libations were placed, breaking his nose. Using the tip of one claw, she jammed a neural tracking implant into his temple, softly whispering, "I suggest you run, puny meat. I'll reclaim you later."
Dazed and alarmed, he shuffled away, and she offered him a final vicious smile, thinking that he could be used to flush out more worthy prey (or be fed to the foraging beasts who don't mind stringy, pungent gristle) on one of her hunting preserves near the Centaurus constellation.
A loud guffaw caught her attention, and she was pleased to see Klaus and his companion were watching her, his companion continuing to make odd braying noises of mirth as he elbowed the hybrid. Letting out a rumbling purr, she walked toward them, adding a purposeful sway to her gait to signal Klaus of her availability for mating. She noticed similar bone structures and a cursory scan of their DNA revealed that they shared a maternal sire. Half-siblings was the planetary natives' term. While Klaus was a hybrid creature, his sibling seemed to be a vampire, similar to the puny meat she just tagged, albeit older and infinitely more interesting.
"I love a tasty bit with a hint of violence to her," Klaus' brother confessed, wiggling his eyebrows in a peculiar manner. Perhaps he had a sickness with pronounced muscle spasms? It was a well-documented fact among the galaxies that this primitive planet was riddled with disease. "Kol Mikaelson," he said with a flourish, taking her hand and kissing her open palm. "What's your name, tasty bit?"
Ah — his upper facial spasms must be a precursor to mating. She scrunched her nose in distaste, fervently hoping that Klaus' pre-mating rituals were considerably less garish. "Caroline," she answered, telling him firmly, "And you will not become acquainted with my taste."
Klaus snorted derisively at Kol, reaching out to shake her hand. "Klaus Mikaelson," he told her, the firm grip of his hand quite pleasant against her flesh. He allowed the slightest caress of fingertips to her wrist, making her flesh shiver with pleasure.
Caroline found that she enjoyed the knowing smirk the boastful hybrid flashed at her. She grew more pleased as he demonstrated his powerful station and skillset as a provider when he employed the simplest of gestures and fresh libations were hurriedly brought to the table. Based on the way her glands grew thick with mating hormones, his pre-mating rituals were quite effective. She gamely joined the brothers in clinking their glasses, a whimsical ceremony she understood to be an integral part of imbibing libations on this planet.
"You willingly imbibe libations with your subjects," she noted with an approving eye, human and supernatural creatures alike mingling together within the same space as their ruler. "It's the mark of a true leader to balance the delicate line between instilling fear and commanding respect among your people."
"You've heard of me then," he asked, a hopeful note in his voice that she found endearing in its eagerness.
"Of course. It's my understanding that the hybrid king is an intriguing curiosity that has drawn the attention of many. Even my people." She took another sip of the amber liquid, the mild taste reminding her of libations her people gave to their litters upon weaning.
Gray eyes assessed her hotly. "Consider me flattered that word has spread to even lovely demons such as you, love. I must admit, I've never had the pleasure of meeting one of your kind."
As Kol emptied the tall bottle into her glass and servers promptly brought them two more bottles, she choked back a laugh. He thought her a demon? What an amusing creature.
"Pathetic, Nik. Surely you can chat up a tasty bit better than that," Kol gleefully admonished, snatching an empty glass from a server's tray and setting it in the middle of their table, filling it nearly to the brim. "Perhaps an icebreaker to help you along, eh?"
Rolling his eyes, Klaus produced a bit of rounded metal, twirling it along his fingers as he asked, "Have you ever played quarters, sweetheart?"
Caroline searched her data banks, learning that quarters was a game of chance involving the planet's currency and libations. Intensely competitive, she eagerly leaned forward to glean tactical maneuvers from her opponents. In a rapid-fire movement, Klaus flicked his wrist, expertly bouncing the currency upon the table before it arced gracefully into the glass. She also caught the fleeting look of amusement Klaus exchanged with his brother. He used his supernatural agility to gain an unfair advantage.
He pointed to her with a teasing smirk, and she understood that it meant she was expected to drink the full glass. Mischievous creature. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as her bio-readouts revealed the various bacteria attached to the bit of metal currency in the bottom of the glass. While the multiple microorganisms she identified wouldn't harm their robust physiologies, it was incredibly unsanitary. Much like the rest of this primitive planet. With an irritated grumble, she downed the libation, pushing the metal out of her mouth with a grimace.
After refilling the glass, she eyed the distance, using her wristlet to factor the combinatorial geometry of weight ratios versus the subtle shaking of their wobbly table. She reasoned if Klaus altered the parameters of the game with his heightened abilities, it only was sporting that she do the same. She relished the look of surprise on their faces when she easily landed the metal into the glass, and pointed to Klaus to drink.
Naturally, he retaliated, but then increased the stakes by sending the currency sailing onto the top of the bottle with a merry clink. She found she quite liked the cocky challenge of his quirked eyebrow, and readily drank down the rest of the bottle before their eyes.
She easily copied his successful maneuver (with a slight tweaking of the equations within her wristlet), and as the coin gave a graceful spin before settling on top of the lid, she pointed to Kol with a pleased grin. "You have hidden talents," he said, clearly impressed as he downed the bottle.
Caroline lost count of the bottles the servers brought after that, but it was obvious from the subtle sway of the siblings' bodies that even their hearty constitutions were starting to feel the effects of the libations. Klaus's dimpled smirk had become more pronounced, his stare heated as his compliments flowed as freely as the libations. "Brilliant blue eyes. But more than blue — azure, sapphire, cobalt. All the shades of the universe could be found within that gaze of yours, sweetheart," he purred.
Amusing creature. She leaned close, raising a hand to lightly toy with his curls, her purr a soft trill in her chest as she watched him briefly close his eyes in contentment. "You've never seen the universe. But if you please me, I might be inclined to show it to you."
A snorting, choking sound distracted her, and she glanced back at Kol, who suddenly was staring at the ritual scarring along her arms, blinking rapidly as though trying to recall a memory. As his brown eyes widened in alarm, she tapped into his frantically firing neurons and discovered that he'd encountered one of her sister-warriors a few decades ago. He'd approached Davina at one of this planet's mating dens, where libations and loud music compelled the attendees to gyrate their bodies as a pre-mating ritual. Davina had viewed his preening as a proposition to mate, and was quite agreeable as she found him to be of sturdy form and stamina compared to the typical planetary natives.
Unfortunately, her sister-warrior had misinterpreted his surging pheromones to mean that he wished to procreate, and while in the throes of their vigorous mating, she'd eagerly commanded him to "present his seed and she would bear him the finest of litters." Based on the images Caroline accessed, Kol apparently was quite protective of his seed and fled quickly, leaving Davina confused and angry enough that the elders had revoked her credentials to travel to this planet lest she kidnap Kol and cause a galactic incident.
"Bloody hell."
At Kol's high-pitched squeaking, Klaus and Caroline briefly glanced at him in amusement before returning to trading heated gazes and sly touches. "So, if I please you, you'll show me the universe? Challenge accepted, love," he purred, leaning across the table, "I can be quite pleasing."
"I look forward to testing your prowess." She'd barely growled out her words when he surged forward, tackling her lips with his is a fiery display of passion that seemed to make her cellular structure itch in a most pleasing manner. She leapt to her feet, impatiently jerking him to her, intent upon exploring this curious connection further within the privacy of her spaceship.
His brother furiously shook his head, tugging on Klaus' other arm, whisper-shouting, "Nik, that tasty bit is after your tasty bits! You don't know what you're getting into!"
Klaus scoffed, waiving him away, as he allowed Caroline to lead him out of the bar. He amused her when he scooped her up in his arms, clearly eager to demonstrate his supernatural abilities as he flashed them to the coordinates she relayed.
Despite being a youngling, he managed to exert minimal energy in delivering them promptly to their destination. He carefully set her down, squinting a bit at the shimmering effect of her ship's camouflage sequence. "I don't remember a cottage here." He carefully touched the sturdy wooden bannister of her cloaked ship, adding brightly, "I admire the old Creole cottages in this neighborhood. Sturdy architecture."
She grinned, pulling him inside. "You've no idea." The crisp snick of the portal closing behind them was the first indication that the 'house' was masquerading as something else, but Klaus was far too busy pushing her against a wall to notice. She let out a small, trilling purr of satisfaction at his forcefulness, allowing him to keep her back pressed against the spongy texture of her ship's wall. His fingers trapped her wrists over her head, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed the hybrid's attempts at dominance, allowing him to control the sensual fluidity of their movements — for now.
Klaus ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply. She carelessly plucked at his brainwaves, his urgent desire to mate causing a surge in his pheromone production. Coiling the edge of his gray Henley in her fingers, she kissed him with achingly slow strokes of her tongue. She pulled back slightly to lick her lip, observing, "You warm to me. Your scent indicates you wish to mate. Do you consent to mating?"
His smirk was topped with those dimples she'd come to adore. "Most definitely."
Emitting another trilling purr, Caroline yanked him toward her sleeping bay, eager to strip him bare and ravage all of the firm flesh she could feel beneath her hands. However, she recalled Davina's vexing misunderstanding and thought it best to clarify her intent. "My cycle will not be fertile for another rotation of the eighth planet in the Cygnus A galaxy, or approximately 165 of your planet's solar years. Is copulation without impregnation acceptable?"
She was fascinated by the thoughts that flashed through his mind, his neurons firing with a heightened speed atypical for the majority of this primitive planet's creatures. Ah, there it was — he was starting to understand her true origins. "It seems your journey to my kingdom was further away than I assumed, sweetheart. I look forward to learning more about your otherworldly travels." He took her lips in another furious kiss, panting slightly as he broke away to favor her with a naughty grin. "And consider this my enthusiastic consent."
Letting out a delighted roar, she tossed him onto the enormous bionic polymer gel, blue eyes glowing as she roughly mounted him. Before he could take a breath, her claws emerged as she shredded his clothes.
He moved sensually below her, clearly noticing the possessive glow in her blue gaze as he teased, "I admire a predator who plays with her food." His hand shot up, his beautiful hybrid face on display as he raked a claw across the belly of her ornate breastplate. "Off," he commanded, his wolf's gold bleeding into his stare as he once again tried to dominate her. Impertinent creature.
And yet she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that flew down her spine as she activated the release mechanism, the thermal plates contracting back into her wristlet. Impatient with his stunned expression, she grabbed his hands, boldly molding them to her freed breasts. With a coy smile, she firmly pressed his claws into her flesh, breaking the skin until her blood flowed freely.
Klaus angled his head below her, catching every drop upon his greedy tongue. "The gods tremble before your glorious feast." While he was lost in her taste, she slid down his body, taking his twitching cock between her lips. The intense buildup of caresses always filled her with an almost painful ache, and she longed to see the hybrid king unravel before her. The salty bite of him made her moan, and she unhinged her jaw, applying just the right amount of pressure that had him shouting her name.
Furiously pumping his hips, his cock slid along her eager tongue and throat, and she dug her claws into his flesh, spurring him on. His back arched as he came, and she tightened her lips around the tip, capturing it all.
With a covetous growl, he flipped her over, ripping apart the thick hide of her breeches with furious swipes of his claws. He spread her thighs to attack her core with fangs and tongue, groaning as her taste overwhelmed his senses. Soon, the fierce little nips he gave her pleasure center made her triple hearts beat a rapid tattoo within her chest, and she reached down to claw at his curls, pressing him deep inside. Fuck. Nothing on this primitive planet had made her skin feel this tight. That made her feel this ache. Those warm, wet licks teased her walls and made her shudder, and she commanded, "Take me, hybrid. Now."
The air trembled with Klaus' primal roar, and Caroline felt her body clench in a desperation she hadn't felt in decades. All teasing was cast aside as he shoved in his cock with a string of curses that dripped off his tongue like a coarse melody, soundly filling her as she violently rutted against him. As tremors of pleasure wracked her body, she reached down to grasp her ankles, pulling them over her head.
The startled expression on his face revealed his surprise at the fluidity of her movement (plus the fact that her knees clearly bent in all directions might have been a bit alarming). Glancing at her feet now resting comfortably on either side of her neck, she panted, "To provide you unfettered access to my...pussy," she finished with a slight hesitation in her voice, not entirely certain that was the colloquial term used on this planet.
"I want every inch of you and your divine pussy open to me, sweetheart," he rumbled, that naughty smirk of his making her core contract around the exquisite feel of him. His thrusts became an explosion of chaotic violence, their flesh merging over and over as he brought them to another satisfying release.
As Klaus fell back to the polymer gel, she languidly stretched beside him, tracing teasing circles along his glistening skin. She eyed his thick member in fascination, impressed by his stamina considering she knew of beings with double-pronged sex organs that already would've passed out from their exertions. "You are an exceptional creature," her trilling purr low and sexy as she massaged his strong thighs.
"And you clearly are extraordinary even among your kind," he responded, brushing aside her tangled blonde waves to reverently kiss along her scars.
Caroline slyly slid her hand underneath his ass, grinning as she felt his crevice clench along the delicate brush of her fingers. She watched Klaus' heavy-lidded gaze, noting his wolf's gold signaling the height of his arousal. At the light press of her finger, he moaned, encouraging her explorations. She carefully felt along his tight channel, dipping further only to ease back, getting him used to the sensation. Soon, she lightly pinched that bit of tissue that had him shouting until he was hoarse, his muscles contracting as his cock began to spurt once more. Quickly climbing on top of him, she drew his throbbing head to her folds, rubbing their combined slickness in a wicked game that left them both a quivering mess of desire. Back and forth she rocked, milking him until their monsters were sated. Her fangs itched to sink into the miles of smooth muscle working so vigorously to bring her bliss, and he seemed to sense her need as he presented his neck. With a sigh of satisfaction, she dug into his flesh, his blood spicy and sweet and flooding her senses with a beautiful, terrible longing. He felt like home.
As Klaus settled into a contented slumber against Caroline, she rose slightly to consider him. The purple bionic polymer instinctively arched to cradle his powerful frame, and she wistfully imagined him bathing in the soothing violet seas of her home planet. He would know peace there.
A pleased grunt escaped her lips as she stretched, wondering if she had time to fetch the crawfish etouffee she'd been craving earlier. It was best to make important decisions without the distraction of hunger. After all, petitioning the elders for permission to relocate Klaus from this primitive planet as a potential mate would be an involved process.
Klaus turned, a cheerful rumble from his chest as he tossed an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
Perhaps those dimples would be worth the paperwork.
