Ah'kaedh injuries sure made his older brother concerned beyond the physical aspect, Lar'jar had some reapproaching words for his sibling regarding his recklessness.

The Medic knew the Girl's convalescence was the primary cause behind Ah'kaedh's impulsivity (and Lar'jar was not even surprised. That little ooman was like poison to his brother's common sense).

Lar'jar could only hope that, once her mind became fully present, his younger sibling would finally regain full domain over his impulses (yeah, it was quite fun to watch Ah'kaedh, but that could go on forever). Meanwhile… All he could do was make sure the object of Ah'kaedh's affections would make a full recovery.

Upon starting the process of waning her off her sedation, Lar'jar cautioned the Enforcer about the possibility of her pain coming back, and of course, the Medic was right on point.

Once the dosage was below 65%, her healing pains reared their ugly head.

Lance had been shot in her chest and gut, and while the gut wounds were way more serious, only people who experienced broken ribs knew how painful those could be.

The two shots to her left missed the heart, but shattered 4 ribs - hence the collapsed lung, which also made her extra tired.

There should be some discomfort related to her mutations, but Lar'jar could not be sure (truth to be told, he was not even sure of how the Yautja's blood treatment would actually do, besides improving healing). He would need to go back to Yautja Prime and consult the archives there - but for now, the Medic was doing everything in his power to keep her well assisted. Frequent exams and tests, he paid a lot of attention to her health, kept her medicated, dutifully recording the whole process, and doing some research on oomans' biology.

Ah'kaedh didn't make any of it simple - but Lar'jar was quite good about dealing with his lovesick sibling.

However, one thing he could not convince the Enforcer was to sleep apart from his Lunatic.

Lar'jar would step inside his sibling's room and find both sleeping - Ah'kaedh curled up around her, partially covering his tiny critter. His weight was only partially over her, but that couldn't be healthy for her fractured rib cage.

On Ah'kaedh's defense, a drugged Lance actually enjoyed being embraced like that - tightly held, the extra weight had a calming effect on her (she would whine a complaint whenever he moved away).

But the Enforcer was aware this interlude couldn't last forever. Not when he had his duties to carry on (and a Young-Blood still lost, somewhere out there).

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Lar'jar cautioned his brother about another drop on her sedation. The Enforcer was expecting she would blindside him somehow… but today? Today she scared him shitless.

After leaving for the commanding bridge - to sync with the other Enforcers tasked to help him, (they were still underway to their location) Ah'kaedh returned to an empty room.

No, Lar'jar would have said something… oh shit!

He went looking frantic around the room, beside the bed, and upon getting to the bathroom, he found her sitting under the running water, forehead pressed against her knees, embracing her legs.

He could not tell if she was in pain or not. Her whimpers could be due to her drugged state or weakness… or well, pain.

Ah'kaedh knelled, sweeping her in his arms, pressing her to his chest. The Girl was lowkey used to the nakedness (the yautjas kept almost all oomans free of clothes, like themselves), but upon feeling the cold prosthetic connecting with her body, she hissed a complaint.

"I will take it off after I get you dry", he murmured, reaching for a towel.

The Girl shifted into his lap, seeking refuge, hiding her face in his neck.

"No. Shower…", she whispered into his scales.

Lance didn't explain why, but the Endorcer was more than happy to comply after the recent scare.

"You wait for me, next time".

She moaned something and it was when he had the chance to notice it - more precisely smell it. Blood.

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"This is normal for oomans, brother. Part of their fertile cycle".

"Are you sure? Why is this the first time I smell blood on her?"

"You must have noticed it on other oomans".

"Never on her!"

Lar'jar took a deep breath, he had no answer for his brother. That was actually a perfect opportunity to make a battery of extra exams. Since, you know, he rarely had a chance to drag both to the med-bay.

"Leave her with me. I will have more answers for you soon".

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"Is she ok?"

"She is shedding an organ, Ho'kan. But otherwise… ok.", Lar'jar grinned.

"She is what?"

"Ooman fertile cycles are quite interesting. Did you know adult ooman females are fertile for more than a week per cycle, which lasts around 28 days?"

"A 28 days cycle?", the young-blood was shocked.

"Give or take a couple of days, depending on the Ooman", the older Yautja grin widened.

"How is that even possible?"

"Shedding an organ helps. It can be painful though".

"No shit!", the Kid was looking at a sleeping Lance, trying to digest the information he just acquired.

"Curious species, uhn?"

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What Lar'jar meant by otherwise ok: her Lung was almost healed, her bones were mending incredibly fast, her gut wounds fully recovered.

Ah'kaedh's blood had not only saved her life, but actually sped-up the whole process, while allowing her an excellent recovery. Having her on the med-bay for more time offered the Mesic the opportunity to scrutinize every bit of the Girl's body, using all resources available. He was even able to keep her there for more than 3 days.

(Which made Ah'kaedh's presence there a constant, now unable to dodge the Medic's medical shannenigans).

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Upon releasing his hostage, Lar'jar gave his brother a clear program for waning the Girl's sedatives. He also suggested doing a new transfusion, just in case, in a month's time.

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Interviewing the 3 other females onboard - Sila, Sabrina and a mercenary they captured in one of the many attacks - had been quite useful.

The Medic noted changes on Sabrina's behavior and took care that she was never alone with his brother's female.

XXX

Ho'kan frustrations went beyond simple crankiness over injuries and Nax unknown whereabouts.

He could remember how certain the Girl seemed about that tag being the solution for the challenge of finding Nax, and now, without guidance, he was not sure what to do with such knowledge, how to use it exactly.

Ho'kan could understand the value of information, sure, and how finding her last employer could be the key for locating his lost pack brother…

Alone, the Kid was faced with an enormous amount of possibilities (and outcomes for any actions taken), and how many of those possibilities could lead to failure on finding Nax.

And he had felt that before. Ho'kan could remember the day that, while still a child, he realized that being good at hunting meant way more than just being skilled at killing prey.

That certainty the universe was undeniably way more complicated than he anticipated. Maturing was indeed a painful and nasty process.

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Being blindsided by a drugged Lunatic became part of Ah'kaedh's routine. Like her, he needed rest to properly recover from his injuries.

Watching over his Girl took most of his day. And the irony of it all didn't escape the Enforcer. He could remember how, decades ago, she would fuss over some small details around his health, and here he was doing the exact same.

Lance had once been familiar with his body, which was not something he seldom experienced. His personality didn't allow for close proximity, unless sex or combat was involved.

Missing something he didn't even care about had surely been a challenge. By that time he couldn't (nor wanted) understand why that had been such a struggle.

But now, the Enforcer couldn't escape the knowledge. That peace he found in her presence (an body), in the gentle warmth of her flesh, in her fragile skin… it felt like belonging, like home.

Unsurprisingly, bit by bit, it was his turn to acquire that same easinesses, the lack of reservations around her. During his imprisonment, Ah'kaedh seldom touched the Girl on his own volition, but Paya, how he had desired to have those tiny hands all over him. Now, seeking contact was like breathing - the Enforcer would do it instinctively.

However, what truly perplexed Ah'kaedh was their synchrony. They would move in tandem, nestling into each other's embrace, and that was quite new for him - so much so that Ah'kaedh would shift in bed on purpose, just to watch his Lunatic snuggle back into his arms.

Their interactions also astonished the Predator. Her curiosity was strong as ever, even with a mind tampered by drugs. The Girl would ask him about all sorts of things, and some of her questions borderline outrageous. What was he doing here? Did he have wings? How could scales feel nice? How did he find her? Did he know his blood tastes better than hers? When had he nested? Was it something permanent or just a place to keep her? Was he venomous?

That last query made him laugh harder than any other. What was he supposed to say? The truth obviously, but she countered asking why being bitten by him felt so nice then. That was not how things were supposed to work, enjoying being a chew toy - he surely had some sort of toxin on his fangs.

His Lunatic surely liked having his fangs on her, when he nuzzled and bit her neck and shoulders. Ah'kaedh wished to mark her whole, but he was not about to take advantage of her drugged state to further treat himself.

With a lower dosage of sedation, came longer periods of alertness - Ah'kaedh would indulge Lance every game, unless it poked too much at his sanity, threatening his restraint.

Like now. He was lying on his back, with her straddling his abdomen: his Girl was so small, her knees didn't reach the bed. The entirety of her weight was being sustained by him (and the Enforcer found no issues there, light as she was). Lance trippy self was combing her hair with her fingers. Undoing some nasty knots and asking her Alien why he didn't like his hair to be touched.

How do I even begin to explain?

"I do like it".

"Oh, so you dislike when I do it", still the same light tone, no hurt there. She sounded like a kid coming to a conclusion.

(Sedation was diminished to allow her more coherence, but strong enough to push her in that drunk-like-state of nonsensical ignorance about herself and her situation).

"No, that's not the case".

"It's alright, I do remember you hated it. I couldn't get close to your hair most of the - ouch! - time", the Girl had found a new tangle close to her nape.

The downside about being cared for by aliens: they had no idea what to do about human hair. Not so many days ago Ah'kaedh had spend a whole afternoon watching her struggle to get hid of a collection of tangles, accumulated during her convalescence.

"I didn't like the situation", he offered. It was a short (but true) explanation.

"It's ok not liking it", her tone was indulgent. Of course she was not buying it. Lance used to touch the entirety of his body on a daily basis. The hair was pretty much his no-no zone.

The Enforcer right paw was resting on her left thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her skin.

"You can be quite annoying, did you know?"

"It's on purp…", a pause to concentrate on the damn tangle, frowning in her focus. And now it was no more! Ha!

"On purpose?! Do you have a death wish?", his voice had a low growl to it - paired to the (current) clicking of his mandibles.

With a single and fluid movement, he flipped both on the bed. The Girl had good reflexes (even in that drunken-like state), and now she was all limbs flailing, trying to flee from under him (good reflexes and no common sense. Who in their right mind would be poking at the predator-prey drive of a 8 feet alien in such a disadvantageous situation?).

"Where do you think you are going?", he tried to sound menacing (but you know, all that laughing was hindering his efforts). Lance was not even listening. Upon capturing his prize, Ah'kaedh pressed her under him- they were both on the floor already.

"You didn't think you could get very far, did you?", he crooned against her neck.

"I don't want to sleep just yet", she groaned, trying to slip away.

"Is that what you think it's going to happen?", he bit her nape firmly, pinning her.

"Mhmm… you are even purring…"

Clever female .

Everytime he became aroused for whatever reason, he pushed her into sleep. After subjugating her.

Ah'kaedh growled against her neck, his tusks and teeth pressing against the tender flesh. Talking with a full mouth had its challenges.

"Let's… ta-ke you b-ack, to your n-est".

(After the nest inquiry, he adopted the term for their bed).

That last word drove his tongue deliciously against her skin. The shiver and low moan lowkey surprised him.

All that sexual tension (and frustration) had made him rather hyperaware of any arousal signs on her part. And Ah'kaedh was not about to simply drop his prey (especially because Lance would react wounded to any signs of rejection). He was in for one of those nights…

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"Almost like new", Lar'jar announced, relieved.

"I feel fine, brother".

"As you should. In 3 days the other 2 vessels will arrive at our location".

Their interlude was almost over.

"I will hail the ships once we finish here", said Ah'kaedh.

"And your female?"

"Complaining of chest pains", the Enforcer informed.

"Hm. 40% of the original sedation dosage seems to be the sweet spot to allow her awareness without any healing pains".

Which was higher than the amount she was currently taking.

"I would agree", he said that without even blinking. Even if Ah'kaedh was climbing up every wall, he was not about to watch his Girl in pain.

"And her behavior?"

"A bit erratic, disinhibited. She says outrageous things sometimes, too."

"She is sensitive to the psych side effects, yes. Still no fear?"

"None".

"Well… ", the Medic turned his attention upwards.

"Well?", Ah'kaedh pressed.

"Your ooman had some good arguments about why she was not afraid of us…"

"Did she, now?"

"I inquired about it yesterday, during her daily checkup".

Lar'jar had some opportunities to exchange words with her now. She was rather amusing, in his opinion. At least her drugged version was.

"How are you feeling? Overall?", the Medic had asked the Girl.

"It hurts when I breathe", she was not trying to be funny now. Somehow that was what made Ho'kan (who took the opportunity to check on her) step outside, cackling.

"That was a serious question". Lar'jar chided.

"What? I gave you a serious answer!", she retorted, indignant, in a tone that Lance would surely avoid if she had been off her pain meds.

(The Agent kinda wished to keep her head attached to her neck. Being petulant towards huge aliens was not safe behavior in anyone's book).

Somewhere in the corridor the Kid was still laughing.

"You seen…" Lar'jar was looking for the right words. "…quite relaxed for someone talking to… what was that name again, Ho'kan?", said the biomask on Lar'jar's face.

"Predators", answered Ho'kan's, same flat tone, still outside.

Yeah, they had enhanced senses, hearing obviously one of them.

"I'm quite high, I guess?", she shrugged, more freaked out about the monotone on the masks than anything else.

"Besides, since I didn't have a heart attack upon attempted kidnapping or finding a freaking human skull stuffed with dead people's ID's by my bed….I should congratulate you guys for a great job desensitizing me".

Lance, hold your fucking tongue. The dude is huge, she remembered, a bit too late.

(Lar'jar's whole appearance was quite similar to Ah'kaedh's, which included the hulking 8 feet frame).

But yeah, the Girl was currently high. Not high enough to hallucinate or have trippy nonsensical convos. But loose enough to say stuff she would (potentially) regret.

"High?", Lar'jar parroted.

"Intoxicated. You know…", she thought for a second how better to explain. "When you feel kinda out of control?"

"Right. The translation program is not very good with slang", behind the flat monotone, the older brother was having fun himself. That tiny thing sure lacked self preservation instincts.

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"I'm giving you a higher dose of painkillers today", Lar'jar informed, upon entering the room she was sharing with his brother. Ah'kaedh prefered to keep her away from the med-bay as much as he could. For reasons.

"I would recommend you to give me less. Professional opinion and all".

"Professional opinion? How high are you feeling right now?"

"What? I can deal with some pain", she was serious now. Even if her speech had that aerial quality of people not entirely 'there'.

"Ah'kaedh won't be too pleased".

"One would think that indulging the patient would make more sense than the centuries-old 8 feet tall guy".

"I do like him more", the flat tone of his biomask hid his mirth.

"Not having me needing rehab will probably make him happier?", she countered.

"Rehab?"

"Yeah! You can't go dosing humans like that. We are crazy prone to addiction", her answer had that "a-ha!" inflection.

"That would explain the withdrawal symptoms in so many prisoners", he mused.

Mercenaries had a penchant for risk behavior, drugs and other stuff that your regular human would avoid, but…

"Prisoners?"

"Around 13, yes."

"Wow! How are you feeding so many mouths?"

Being used to space travel, she knew rations planning was a thing.

"We hunt whenever we need more. Rather useful skill. Ho'kan has been on cook-duty for the past weeks".

It was more a way to keep him distracted.

"Did you find his friend?"

"Not yet, no".

"So maybe it's time to take me off meds, uhn? I can't do shit with this brain-fog".

Brain-fog was a tame way to describe it.

"You won't do shit because a certain Predator won't allow you".

"Excuse me, but I'm a big girl. I can go kick on people's doors without asking permission from the alien in my bed".

Now was Lar'jar's turn to cackle. Not a single part of that statement was going to fly with his brother.

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Lance was already sleeping when Ah'kaedh slipped under the furs by her side, as he knew she would.

The Enforcer spent a good portion of the evening communicating with the two vessels heading to their position. He had shared all the information available around the remaining Bad Bloods, but discussing the (now shared) knowledge, answering questions and clarifying some doubts was expected at this stage.

His tiredness was more mental than physical.

The Enforcer woke up some hours later, light headed, not fully aware of his surroundings. Shifting to snuggle his Girl closer, Ah'kaedh inhaled deeply, nuzzling her hair.

And froze.

Lance moaned softly while being pressed to his chest. Equal parts pain and pleasure. And Ah'kaedh's brain had registered both, uncertain of what…

The Girl tilted her head slightly against his chest, pressing both legs against his thigh, squeezing hard - that thigh he had just realized was firm placed between her limbs, pressed against her bottom.

Another mewl, and the Enforcer knew he had to step outside right the fuck now. And he did try to leave.

"No, Ah'kaedh... please…"

The Hunter halted mid-movement, already away from the furs, but unable to deny her. Lance was now holding his left forearm, coaxing him back to her side.

She is drugged, you morrow…

(Except she wasn't. Not as much anyway).

Rigidly, he sat by the edge of the bed, holding her with his other arm.

"Ow… easy there", she flinched. Maybe it was his tension, but… he didn't squeeze that hard. Did he?

"Hey, it's ok… you just need to be a bit more careful", and she sounded alert. More than usual.

"I will wake Lar'jar, you might need more painkillers ", and that's as also the perfect excuse to leave before he did something she might regret later.

"No, no more painkillers. It was already hard to convince your brother to lower my dosage".

"You… he did what?"

"I asked for this. And he gave me something to help me sleep".

Ah'kaedh was surely having some words with his brother in the morning.

"Regardless… I should allow you to go back to sleep", that was his bravest, last attempt to be a gentleman. Respecting females had been drilled in his head since day one, and while he was quite forward around sex his desires (Ah'kaedh was introverted, not shy), he had absolutely no fucking idea about how to behave with her. He didn't want to scare the Girl, he wished to have her willing (and aware), but more than that… Ah'kaedh never felt so entranced in his whole long life. And those damn feelings were fucking his mind over. As in, he felt like a damn unblooded, insecure male.

Kneeling on the furs now, she leaned towards him, kissing his face, the mandibles, pressing his head to her chest. The Enforcer released a long breath, his chest rumbling.

Sharp teeth scraped her skin. He was a goner, but Lance needed to be sure. She placed her right hand on his face, rubbing her fingers lightly against his scaly skin. The moisture there was mostly gone, but the scent?

Upon feeling the Enforcer's whole body tense, growling like a beast, the Girl smiled, leaning into the razor-like feeling of his fangs.

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The sensory overload was tearing her mind to pieces. The enforcer was devouring her whole. His skilled tongue savored every inch of skin she had to offer, and Gods, the purring.

She peaked while he worked her breast (how such harsh mouth could give her such pleasure was beyond her), his knee pressing her bottom, the pads of his finger exploring the warmth between her thighs.

XXX

Ah'kaedh's mind was present enough to refrain his intense desire to slip a finger inside her core - her flesh was far too soft, his talons way too sharp. But one thing the Enforcer knew for sure: if he had any hope to join their sexes, Ah'kaedh would need to ease her into accepting his girth (in other words, stretch her).

A tiny part of his brain was working on a solution (blunt his talons was off the table, he would need those and soon), when she fell over the edge a second time.

So fucking responsive….

Another problem would stop himself from taking more, since she was surely giving.

And the answer for his primary problem came when he ventured down to feast on her sex (the scent far too inviting to be ignored).

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The Girl was hanging to sanity from a thin thread: after being coaxed into peaking five times, Lance was positive her body would dismantle if Ah'kaedh kept going.

And boy, he had no intention to stop. Not so soon. Not after weeks upon weeks of sexual frustration, a willing victim of her torturing presence.

(Vengeance would never feel so sweet. Literally).

His long, skilled alien tongue was still working at her core. In and out, now at leisure pace. He was drunk on her cunt, enthralled by her taste and scent.

She couldn't stop herself from coming. And he would take as much as she was able to give.

(Ah'kaedh knew she was not still ready to take his girth. He had half a mind to keep going until conscience abandoned her, but… maybe that would scare her a tad much? Just one more… and he would take her, before finally allowing his Girl some rest).

XXX

Lance, laying on her side, felt like a boneless rag doll in her Hunter's embrace. With her back pressed against his chest, she felt his shaft between her legs, grinding lazily against her folds.

The Girl had no mind left for the mundane - if she had, the size and girth of his organ would have surely worried her. But one thing she had learned was to trust him inherently, specially with her physical integrity. Ah'kaedh was going to take possession of her whole being, and there was not a single doubt in her mind she would thoroughly enjoy it. If she didn't lose her mind (and consciousness) first.

The tapered head invaded her slowly: inch by inch, opening the way to her core.

When the Girl's breathe became erratic - pain tinging her features, the Hunter stopped, giving her time to accommodate his size. The head was nestled inside her, welcomed by warm and slick, but he couldn't penetrate her further. Yet.

(Still recovering, pain came in double when her breathing turned inconsistent).

Once she sighed, snuggling into his chest, lulled by his purr, the Enforcer started to work her again, thrusting shallowly. That gave his tiny Lunatic the opportunity to enjoy such contact, and as soon the Girl started to whimper in pleasure, Ah'kaedh pressed further.

(One thing years of imprisonment had carved on Ah'kaedh's personality was patience under strenuous situations. Besides, he was enjoying himself far too much).

"Ah'kaedh… please", she breathed, already feeling her insides coiling, over estimulanted. There was a hint of despair in her voice. How on earth was she supposed to survive another orgasm?

The Enforcer nuzzled at her nape, biting firmly. Fluid movements became charged when Ah'kaedh coaxed Lance into her least peak.

She came right on his cock, tears streaming down face, barely coherent. He deepened his intrusion a bit more, while Lance rode her orgams and the after shocks.

With half his shaft buried in his Girl, Ah'kaedh chased after his own release. It didn't take long now for him to pour his seed into her core.

A primal sense of possession came over him, as if she was now finally his, entirely his.

XXX

Sleep claimed Lance with their sexes still joined. Ah'kaedh didn't feel like leaving her just yet, and it didn't take long for the Enforcer's cock to become hard once more.

By that point, he was already lulling her into rest, purring and nuzzling her neck, growling softly with satisfaction.

Lance mewled content once his organ pressed against her entrance, but Ah'kaedh knew he should give her some time to recover, if he had any hopes to engage in more sex upon awakening.

He kept playing with her body, stroking her folds with the tip of his cock, caressing her skin with his talons, legs tangled together.

The Hunter had the Girl now.

And he would not allow her to leave. Never.

Author's Notes

Blackdawn - I hope you enjoy this one as well :D

Aquozo - 3 so happy you like the story! There are some more chapters with fluff.

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I have more chapters ready, but I need a beta. I was hoping to find someone to help me with that before publishing more, but maybe I should just make everything available and see what to do about reviewing it later?

Anyways, leave feedback and comments people! I love reading it!