*Chapter 4*(read with caution as there are intense, possibly triggering scenes towards the end)
Bak'ub awoke slowly, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. His gaze moved downwards and he noticed he was cradling A'kisha to his chest and tensed up his jaw. He wasn't sure how to feel about such an action as he had never done so before. A'kisha's tail was wrapped around Bak'ub's leg, the bladed tip resting on his ankle. He didn't mind nor worry about being cut, his skin was tough enough. He released her and slid from her grip, her tail now curling up against herself. Bak'ub couldn't help but get this feeling overwhelm him. What? He had no idea. His stomach grumbled softly and he grunted, grabbing his hunting weapons before heading outside. He looked around with scrutiny, trying to watch out for the oomans and any animal he can hunt. He wanted to know she would be safe while he was gone as hunting could take hours upon long hours. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt without his mask. It made everything so...primal. It awakened a certain animalistic side of him that otherwise was hidden. Bak'ub lunged into a tree happily and began jumping from tree to tree. He absolutely loved this aspect of hunting. It was such a freeing experience, every time. Bak'ub readied his legs for a rather large jump but froze when the sound of oomans reached his ears. He froze and looked down, watching as they neared the tree he was currently perched in. "I saw movement from this area." a male ooman whispered to another beside him.
"Keep looking, she might be here." The other man made a movement with his hand and the soldiers around him readied their weapons. Bak'ub glared at them. So, they were looking for A'kisha. They wouldn't find her, he wouldn't allow that. He clutched his spear and heard a gasp. "There it is! Holy shit, it's fast." The older man laughed. "Good, let her come to us." The younger male paled up and Bak'ub bit back a snicker of enjoyment. Puny little ooman. How could he be a warrior when he was so terrified, like a pup. Their guns cocked and Bak'ub snarled. "What the fuck?!" One of the oomans yelled, aiming around frantically. "Sounded like one of the natives. Shoot on sight." "Sir, it's getting closer!" Bak'ub roared and jumped down, raising his spear. How dare they threaten to shoot him? Tiny little creatures. Before he could thrust his spear into the younger male's throat, a shot rang out and Bak'ub roared in pain, his torso throbbing like no other. Sure, the kiande amedha blood felt far worse but this hurt, especially given the area of the wound. He looked down at his chest and his blood oozed down slowly. He snarled and before he could lunge, a black mass knocked him over, attacking the few men in front of him. A'kisha hissed viciously, her tail flicking threatening. She quickly looked back at Bak'ub, her eyes soft but she returned her focus to the soldiers. Honestly, she was just as threatening as her other half. Only thing missing was the inner jaw, otherwise, she could pass as a purebred.
"A'kisha." He growled lowly, standing and brushing himself off. HIs chest hurt like hell but he managed to walk beside her, placing a hand on her back. His mandibles chittering before flaring in anger. "Leave." He growled menacingly. "She comes back with us, yautja." The older man replied cockily. Bak'ub snarled once more, shaking his head. "No." He stood in front of A'kisha who growled in dismay. He hushed her and faced the remaining oomans. "Fine." The older man stated simply, throwing up his arms. "Come." He motioned to the soldiers who begrudgingly turned. A small whisper hit Bak'ub's ears and before he could fully figure it out, a soldier turned and shot him in the chest twice more. Bak'ub roared in agony and fell back. A'kisha screeched, crawling onto Bak'ub protectively, her tail up in a defensive way. Bak'ub felt his whole body going numb from the pain. When he looked down, he saw a wound right over his heart. His hissed and his head fell back, his vision fading in and out. A'kisha screeched and tried her hardest to keep Bak'ub alive but the soldiers soon descended on her, constricting all of her and dragging her away.
Bak'ub could faintly see and hear A'kisha thrashing and screeching. He wanted to help, he wanted to save her and keep her with him but he just could not move. His mandibles opened so he could speak but, nothing. Last he saw was a soldier above him and then darkness. When he came to, he saw a blindingly bright white surrounding him. His eyes squinted and he sat up. A sharp pain shot through his body and he growled lowly. Upon looking down, he saw his wounds bandaged. "Welcome back, yautja." Bak'ub looked around for the source of sound but only saw white walls. "You are here for one reason and one reason only, twelve trusts you." Bak'ub growled. Twelve? His eyes widened as he remembered the engraved number on her head. He snarled and flared his mandibles at nothing in particular. "You must be starving. Here." food slid from a tiny opening and Bak'ub eyed it carefully. Human food. He shivered in disgust. "Oh? Not hungry are we? Well, maybe, if you agree to do as we ask, then maybe, we will give food from your homeworld." Bak'ub growled. He will kill every last one of them..even if it means he dies trying to save A'kisha. He looked down, his dreads grazing along his cheeks. He was surprised with how much he was willing to endanger for A'kisha. In such a short period, he had come to care about the hybrid.
Bak'ub sighed. "I will." He muttered. This was so degrading.."Ah, very smart. The other yautja we tried getting was so stubborn." Bak'ub snarled and stood up abruptly. His hissed and clutched his chest. "Poor, creature. Well, I suppose I could take you to twelve now." Bak'ub felt himself sag in relief. He needed to see her and make sure she was safe. A door opened and lights lined a hall. "Walk out." Bak'ub, hesitant as he was, made his way into the hall and followed as lights turned on. The entirety of the walk, he was searching for an exit to no avail. However, another door opened and his ears were met with the sound of the screeching. His heart began to race and his hands clenched into fists. He knew those sounds. That was the sound of absolute agony. His breath was caught in his throat once he saw why. A'kisha was trapped in some sort of mechanism that kept her from moving as someone jabbed a spear like object into her side. Bak'ub roared in anger but stayed put. How dare they do that to her? "Come." the voice on the intercom urged. "Look behind her." Bak'ub, eyed the men in the room cautiously. What was this ooman planning to do?
Bak'ub noted a metallic object disappearing between her legs before emerging, holding a small flap of light grey skin. "She managed to escape before we could do any of this. So, instead of doing it periodically, we have to do it at once." Bak'ub snarled. How dare they violate her in such a way? "Why do you need me?" his voice was gruff, unemotional. "Well, seeing as she trusts you, we want you to breed her, simply for scientific purposes. We designed her to not only be able to give live birth but to also infiltrate xenomorph hives. We want to know if she is able to become a queen and take over a hive so we can use said hive as weapons." Bak'ub's eyes widened. That was low, even for oomans. Even he would not take someone without there being a mutual consent between both of them. He snarled. "Unless you want her to die. We could always clone her..however, it would be a shame as she is our most successful as of now." Bak'ub inhaled sharply and gazed at A'kisha. The oomans backed away and he could see her panting heavily and her blood oozing from her wounds. "Sorry." He whispered, walking up to her, placing his hands on her head. She whimpered, tears falling down her face. He wiped them and gazed into her eyes. "I can't let them..hurt." he mumbled. He felt a strange sense of protectiveness over A'kisha but now, all he felt was guilt.
But, if it meant she would go free, he would do it. "Forgive me." He whispered and she nodded, gently licking his hand in reassurance. Bak'ub watched as the oomans walked off and sighed once the metallic door locked shut. "I am sorry, A'kisha." He murmured, his voice raspy. A'kisha nudged him before watching Bak'ub walking behind her. Her restraints suddenly released and she fell to the ground, weak. Bak'ub was quick on his feet and picked her up gently. However relieved he was, he noticed the collar around her neck. When he tried removing it, he was in for the shock of his life. "I can't." he whispered. A'kisha nodded and struggled to stand. Her eyes moved to the blinking camera in the corner of the room and she hissed in distaste. "Come, before they come back." He led her to another area, away from her restraints and set her down on the ground gently. "This was not how I wanted to do this." he uttered to her, not even realizing what he had said. A'kisha cooed softly, wrapping her arms around him before licking along his mandibles.
To be honest, it was hard for Bak'ub to even become aroused given the situation but that definitely was a start. A'kisha was hesitant, she had no idea what she was doing but something deep within her was telling her exactly what to do. Bak'ub, on the other hand, tensed up, his hands resting on A'kisha's shoulder's. He was having a hard time picturing a different scenario, a scenario where they both were doing this out of something else, not out of the will to simply escape. Bak'ub shook his head and tensed his jaw. He wanted her to live so, he was willing to live with the guilt. He growled lowly, kissing along her body, his hands wandering her body slowly before he spread her legs, running claw along her slit. His mandibles chittered again as he saw the wetness between her legs pool. Her scent was all too intoxicating and it was enough to make him forget about the situation. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit before plunging his tongue into her. He had been with enough ooman women to know how to please a woman slowly. His fingers rubbed along the small nub of hers and his eyes met hers as she began to pant and whine. He smirked and chittered, licking along the length of her before moving upwards. He hovered above her and removed his loin cloth. A'kisha was silent a moment and Bak'ub shook his head. "Don't look anywhere else." He cooed.
He was trying his damndest to keep his focus, especially knowing those oomans were watching but she was worth it. He leaned forward and allowed his mandibles to caress her neck and a moment later, he slid inside of her, gasping sharply. Holy hell she was tight… A'kisha moaned out and clenched around Bak'ub, her tail tightening around his waist and her claws digging his biceps. He snarled and thrusted harder, his primal instincts taking over him. Yautja, like every other aspect of them, were not gentle lovers. They were violent and possessive over their partner. He was rough when he flipped her over onto all fours. He chittered in appreciation and enjoyed the sight. Her tail swayed with her hips and she was so enticing..He pushed her legs together together before ramming himself deep inside of her, violently and unforgivingly. His hands gripped her chest and he squeezed them roughly, pulling at the now prominent nipples. Her walls clenched his cock with such vice, it was enough to make him roar out in utter bliss. He began to thrust even harder, enjoying every noise of pleasure she made. She was absolutely heavenly and in all honesty, he could fuck her day and night. "Mine." he snarled, his accent seemingly thicker than before and it wasn't long before came inside her in loads. A'kisha collapsed below him and pulled Bak'ub to her body. He held A'kisha closely and nuzzled into her, craddling her to his body. "I won't allow them to hurt you." he promised, kissing her gently. The doors opened and Bak'ub put his loin cloth on once more. "Your time is done." He frowned. "You promised-" Everything went black and then, there was a screech.