Chapter 3

All he could remember was a foot pressing into the sand in front of his face, and then nothing. The being picked up this beaten human, and began the trip back to its camp. For what felt like seconds was actually much longer as he was soon to find out. He snapped awake gasping, and yelling "hey! Hey!" He sat up quickly then grabbed his head, his fingers and thumbs pressing onto his temples. He groaned loudly keeping his palm covering his eyes, his fingers and palms on his right hand could feel fur. Moving his fingers through it he removed his hand from his face looking down at what he was on. "What the hell?" he spoke as he noticed that he was in a bed of some sort, in a rush he threw the blankets to the floor.

Ian was in a stranger's home of sorts, freaking out all he could do was try and find his things, and leave as soon as he could. In doing so his heart hit his stomach as he saw what was on a rack next to a mirror, walking up to it he saw a metallic mask resting on the rack. Its color was a flat grey, along each side there were three white lines running from the crest of the mask down to what seemed to be the jaw line. "agh!" he yelled gripping the side of his head, as images of what happened flash in his mind.

Not waiting another second he limped towards a door, where am I, what's going on! He franticly thought, his vision fading in and out, everything was a blur. Without paying attention he quickened his limp only to run into something solid, but warm at the same time, at first he thought it was column. He placed his right hand on this 'column' only to feel something soft, fleshy, but hard spots sprinkled around. He ran his right hand along the side only to feel an end.

Wrapping his fingers around this 'column' he squeezed feeling that in fact it was not a column, but a waist line. He couldn't completely grab on to this object. Then he felt a hard tap on his head, and heard some sort of clicking along with what sounded like a purr. That tap on his head barely cleared up his vision. "What the fuck!" he blurt out, as he saw whose house he was in. He then tilted his head to the side noticing this one was a female… clearly. She turned around to shut the door then faced him again, his mind trying to register this giant creature that was slowly walking up to him.

She stood about eight foot tall at her top her head large in size, yet complements her body. A greyish white around her large forehead, with speckles of orange and red encircled in black like a leopards spots, around her head she had what looks like small plates that lead down to her jawline, almost looking like a crown baring the same color assortment as her spots do on her forehead. Underneath those plates she had long tendrils (dreadlocks) much like the one he ran into earlier, but hers held ornaments of various kinds of rings, many seemed to be made of metal or wood. Her eyes a neon yellow green with a black pupil that almost looks like a star exploded and was bleeding into the color, the color around her yellow green iris was almost an orange color, and on humans it's white.

They weren't spread too far apart from the center of her face, and her sockets were black, only bringing out her eyes that much more. She almost carried a perpetual furrowed look, but it was still somehow soft, and not a ridged look. Her lower mandibles along the bottom held the same pattern as most of her head had. At the tips medium length pure white tusks that sat closely against her top tusks and mouth, which too had very sharp white teeth. Down her neck all that could really be seen was the grey white of her skin, she had what looked to be a neck guard that was open in the front that lead down to an almost ceremonial chest plate. Looked more like a large necklace that came to just above her breasts, and wrapped around her back. The necklace was embedded with brilliant jewels of different colors. The base color of the neck guard was a light bronze tone that had painted blacks and lettering on it.

Covering the sides of her breasts and what looked to be kind of pushing them together, were pieces of metal following her abdomen, cupping and coming together just under her breasts the plate came together on her back, a dark grey in color, on her right side the armor piece had covered her abdomen, waist, and hip tightly, looking almost Japanese in style, it did connect down to her thigh/groin guard the metal too was a dark grey color, but it had accents of the light bronze that was on top of her chest. Her leather underwear were small in size and hugged against her hips, and bottom. Down the center of her body her skin was the same greyish white, but on her sides, back, outer arms, and outer thighs leading down to what looked like her calves, and shins she had stripes of dark reddish orange that had black splotches inside. The markings contoured her body, showing the toned muscles that came around her back and stomach. Her core as Ian could tell and felt was hard as stone.

On her right forearm it held a large black piece of metal that wrapped itself around her snugly, on the top it looked like she had a box resting there. Near the back of her hand above her wrist you could see two slits. Her left arm held what looked like a spine of something that came around and connected on the underside of her arm, but painted the light bronze. The spines were medium in length, and came to a point, this guard also covered her whole forearm. The hands on this hunter were gigantic, long thick fingers that ended at a point. Her shoulders bared pauldrons, rather small in size but they seemed to protect what they needed to.

Her thighs large in size, but made of mainly muscle of which one could clearly see, they held two plates on the outside of her thigh two straps secured them to her. They too were a dark grey metal, on her right it had a dagger attached. Her left leg had a weird symbol drawn in white and outlined in black about mid-thigh. This plate on her left leg ran down to the knee and shin plate that had symbols on it as well. That stopped just above her foot, her right shin guard was like her left forearm baring the same metal looking spine. Her feet very large in size, four toes that had long claws, on the inside of her feet she had another toe smaller in size but still carried a sharp claw. On the bottom of her feet they had a hard thick piece of leather acting like a bottom of a shoe.

After looking her up and down, she huffed loudly placing her hand on his shoulder to push him out of the way. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked sheepishly knowing he couldn't just attack another one of these giants. "excuse me?" the question more demanding, she looked back towards him as she knelt down next to a cauldron, pointed to the cauldron then motioned her towards her mouth, then pointed at him. Ian at first didn't understand "what? What do.." He stopped mid question, she was using sign language telling him to eat. He understood because his nephew was deaf, he signed back to her no thank you, I would like to leave.

"No, sun has set. Ooman won't survive …. Eat, rest" she spoke her voice was gruff, but defiantly feminine. "wait wait you can speak English?" he laughed coming slowly up to her, " it's very bad, you eat now?" she asked pointing back to the caldron. "Fine, I'll eat" he spoke sounding almost like a child. She seemed to have made some sort of soup, it tasted pretty well, defiantly didn't taste like chicken soup though. After a few minutes, and bowls later Ian began to gather his gear. As he did so the female alien grabbed his arm gently, Ian turned around only to be met with cleavage. "Jesus Christ" he coughed then looked to the right, "look" she spoke, and begun to sign to him telling him that she was not threat, but a friend. In doing so she began to tell him more about her, the place he was at, who it was exactly he had killed, and why it was she took him here.

Feeling slightly better about his new companion, he signed back to her. Telling her more about himself, what he use to do, and how he wished he could leave this planet. To which she quickly shut him down "no one leaves" she actually spoke with a stern face. "Alright well you can believe that all you want missy, but I'm not spending the rest of my life here on this rock with crazy ass hunters" he barked. She looked at him with mass confusion, but with also a little understanding, she too longed to be back at home.

After a few hours they got to know each other pretty well, he found out that her species was called Yautja, and that they were a hunting, yet proud and honor-full race. They hunted to not only feed and care for themselves, but to also become some of the best. He also found out about the 'bad blood' he killed earlier, and how in fact that even that task for a blooded hunter was difficult. She had told him that he should feel pride in that fact. As the night turned into day they spoke for hours, learning all sorts of new things, as well as trying to teach her his language. To his surprise she caught on fairly quick.

"So is there any place around here that I could possibly take a shower?" Ian asked as he looked around this room. She looked at him "there is waterfall not too far from here, I will take you tomorrow." She said as she started to remove her armor. In doing so Ian decided like any man should do, he should leave. "Okay well I'm going to step out while you do whatever it is that you are." He chuckled pointing his thumb behind him, she looked at him with a confused face "where I'm from we are used to seeing each other without armor." She spoke as she unclipped her lower plates from her chest plate. "Well where I'm from that's something that two people who are interested sexually in each other do." He spoke as he headed for the door.

As he exited the room he did indeed take one look back, to see his new friend standing there staring back at him with loose armor. He smiled and the door, as he walked through the corridor he noticed that he was inside of a ship must have been a big on, and very old. The lights let out a dusty yellow making just barely lit enough to see the tattered rusted metal, he ran his hands along the walls feeling the ruff rust. "Must have been here for years" he spoke, the inner child in him was desperately wanting to come out and find the cockpit. Shaking his head he continued down the hall finding a door that actually responded to a touch, he placed his hand on the door and it swooshed open.

He stepped into the room to see a large amount of skulls, some rather large in size. All of them cleaned very well, he couldn't help but let out a "woah" as he saw just how many trophies she had. He saw plenty of skulls, none of them looked familiar, and a few did look like some animals from earth, but still had a very alien look to them. There was one that stood out the most to him, large in size long, but looked to have a front of a humans skull attached to the long dome. Reaching up and touching this alien creature, it sent a chill up his spine as he could remember hearing about these creatures that had long black heads, black skin, and that they also had acidic blood. He removed his hand quickly as he remembered he lost a friend of his to one of these things on some trip to Antarctica.

"Do you like my collection?" a voice came from behind him. "Yeah I do actually, it's rather impressive" he smiled turning to face her. As he did he saw that she was covered with a sheer silky like sheet, his arms went limp and he dropped his head back groaning "what are you wearing?!" he spoke with a whine, trying not to look at this naked creature. He had known that she had an unhealthy obsession with humans, so much in fact that it was the reason why she was here. She had told him that humans to her were more intriguing to her than her own kind.

She had wanted to get to know humans on a personal level, and from the looks of things on an intimate level as well. "Look I understand that this is how your culture is, but I'm not all that use to it." He spoke while turning around to look up at the skull of the one thing that could help him keep his mind on one track. She walked up to him placing her hands on his shoulders then pulled him into her, slowly wrapping her arms around him. He could feel her warmth against him, he was surprised. Yet he wasn't at the same time. She rested the side of her head against the top of his, he could hear what sounded like a purr come from her chest as she held him there quietly.

Ian couldn't help but close his eyes and grip onto her forearms "fine I cave alright?" he sighed giving her arms a gentle squeeze, she seemed to enjoy his company, and the fact that he accepted her. Her mandibles clicked as she released him, Ian walked forward a bit feeling his face get hot. He cleared his throat, and pointed up to the odd skull in front of them "what is that creature?" he asked, she walked up next to him "kainde amedha" she spoke staring at this skull, "to you it mean hard meat" she looked down at him, "the trial given to us as young blood, to be beaten, beheaded and brought back as a sign of our victorious hunt" a look of pride filled her face. "You kill kainde amedha, you become life mate." She said looking down at Ian, his face showed nothing but confusion.

She's a giant child at times, he thought as he looked up to her. He couldn't help but look at her body without the armor, her breasts were large, but for her size they must have been normal sized. Just like a human woman she had areolas, and nipples. Their color were like her eye sockets, black with what seemed to have green both areola and nipple were large in size, and cupping her breasts were the red orange stripes, but there were no black spots. She had noticed Ian looking at her chest, and for a moment she felt embarrassed, but proud of how she looked. At one point she almost covered herself, but stopped to let him gaze upon her. She turned herself to face him, to which he noticed and quickly shifted his eyes.

"You look at me, don't be shy" she spoke with a purr, as she backed up letting her sheer sheet slide from her body to the floor. Ian was in awe as he saw her back up to show him herself, what am I doing? Why can't I take my eyes away from her, he thought there's tits right in front of you that's why! Another voice came into his head. As he looked her up and down, he could see just how muscular she was. The lighting in this room made every detail of her body stand out to him. Before he could try and get a good look at her between the thigh prize, she turned around and began to sway her hips as she walked towards the door, she placed her hands behind the small of her back, and beckoned him to follow. In a trance he seemed to float towards her, and through the door. In seconds though he snapped out of it I don't even know her name! The thought hit his mind "wait … wait" she heard him speak "what's wrong" she turned to face him "I don't even know your name" he said with his head slumped. She walked up to him placed a finger under his chin picking his head up "Ikthya-de, in your tongue means umbra" she said taking his hand gently, her eyes held lust and a sweet scent was cloaked around her.

Ian's mind was a jumble of thoughts, he couldn't concentrate on one thing. As she led him through the hallway all he could see was her back, and her shapely behind. He was correct in thinking that her patterns had covered her back side, they did and stopped just at the bottom of her backside. With each step she took her thighs and bottom giggled he couldn't help but stare at her thighs and calves as they shook with every step she had taken. Her walk was very seductive almost like a dance, as they reached the door to the room his heart couldn't seem to stay in his chest beating so hard one could see it was making his shirt move with every thump.

Umbra took him into the room turned around and pulled him towards her, his head resting in-between her breasts. As Ian pressed his cheek into her he could feel her heart thumping viciously, her breaths short and deep. He looked up to her, her eyes already locked onto him "are you sure this is what you want?" he asked his voice quivering, she didn't answer she just brought him close again. Ian took a deep breath in taking in all the scents of her smooth skin that seemed to be getting hotter as the seconds flew by. He could tell she was feeling great pleasure through this embrace, before he could realize why she was squirming and letting out purrs, he felt firm, soft, and warm hunks of flesh gripped tightly in his hands.

He quickly released his grip on her bottom, but before he completely remove them she grabbed his hands and placed them back squeezing both herself and his hands. She let out a gasp as he knew that this is most defiantly what she had wanted. As they stood there groping each other, the room was getting hot. Without even knowing what happened Umbra threw him to the bed, and was straddled over him. Her hands above his head her eyes locked onto his, both hearts beating loud in their chest in rhythm, she let out a purr open her mandibles, and latched onto his face. Off put by this action he slightly flinched, he could feel her purring, so he did the only thing he could think off.

He placed his lips against her teeth, giving her a kiss. As he did this he felt a warm tongue press against his lips, he let her in. In doing so his hands moved from behind his head and onto hers, moving them down her collar bones to cupping her breasts feeling her hardened nipples press against his palms, giving them a squeeze she let out a soft groan, that was almost a roar. She leaned back taking his hands in hers still over her breasts, she looked down at him. Once she leaned up and pressed against his groin he could feel just how excited she was, and just how heavy she was. Jeez you're heavy, he thought trying not to let out a grunt.

As they continued their intimate touching, a loud sound rang though the corridors, rattling the room and even the bed. At first Umbra continued moving his hands down her stomach, and it happened again this time much closer, and much louder. As the room rattled things started to fall off their holdings, Umbra let out a ferocious roar, getting off of Ian quickly. Ian got up quickly as well, and found his gear, while he was putting it on another explosion happened causing him to fall down "come on!" he yelled as he was trying to buckle his vest together. Umbra on the other hand had all her armor on, but another piece of armor on this time. A full breast plate that carried two cannons on each shoulder. Her lower half had on what looked like armored shorts, as she was buckling on her shin, and wrist guards something tore through a corner of the room leaving the metal it burst through orange hot. "Come!" umbra roared at Ian taking his arm.

They ran through the corridor only to see her room was no longer there when Ian looked back, smoke was quickly coming their way. Umbra again let out a roar, she placed her helmet on. Looking down at Ian, he was getting his rifle together, but in the scramble the hunting rifle was left behind, along with his side arms. "Fuck!" Ian yelled, they turned a corner to see a bad blood standing there looking down another hallway. It happened quickly Umbra let out a throaty roar, and barreled into him without giving him enough time to even get fully out of sight. Hitting the ground he let out a grunt, grabbing his right arm with her left he could hear what sounded like a metal door sliding open, and saw two large blades come from that box she had on her right arm.

With a quick slice its arm was away from the rest of its body, the bad blood screamed in pain. Umbra then proceeded to beat him with his own arm, her letting out roars. Fluorescent blood splattering the walls, Ian saw her take the arm and make the blades come out. She then jammed them into his chest, it gurgled, pulled it back out and stuck it under his jaw with so much force his head tore from its neck spewing blood all over her and the floor. She threw it down, the metal mask with two knives sticking out clanked and thumped on the ground. She turned to Ian "come!" she yelled. He ran towards her "are you alright?!" he asked checking her over "yes, we leave now!" she spoke with a worried tone in her voice.