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New touches, taboo vulnerability, pt.1

For as far back as Dek could remember, his experience of touch from another was only one of 2 sensations. Firm and brief with his brother Kwei, the only member of his tribe that he found safety and belonging with. Or the other, much more constant sensation of violence to harm and mar him. The new, indistinguishable sensations drifting about his face were something entirely different. His brow twitched, he wasn't ready to open his eyes for some reason. He felt heavy and oddly safe.

The memory of the winged creature swooping towards him to strike his paralyzed body violently resurfaced in his mind. Eyes opening, he jolted in surprise and stared into the eyes of the Oomanoid creature, the one that could speak his language. The steady weight of the ooman's torso rested atop his own chest. His eyes followed the feel of slight strokes on his face to see the small, blunt ooman fingers touching him.

Looking back into it's eyes, it bared it's teeth and chirped, “just a few more minutes and you should be able to move again. I'm trying to help wake up your muscles!” He twitched when a squeeze was felt at his left, upper arm. Realizing he still couldn't move, he began to panic. Feeling his heart beat in his ears, he couldn't even move his head. Eyes moving about wildly when he saw the hands lift and reach for his head again. He attempted a roar, even a growl of warning, but could barely summon a warble in his compromised state. Watching and hyperventilating as the hands drew closer again, he shut his eyes, figuring a death blow was about to occur. Instead the soft, light strokes returned to his face and the being's voice took on a soft coo. “It's okay, it's okay! You're safe, I promise, the antidote is in your system but it's taking a little longer…” A slight chuff was made which made him cautiously reopen his eyes. The ooman-thing shrugged their shoulders looking between him and the skyline. “I was conservative on the dosage because your anatomy is so new to me.”

The thing bared it's teeth again but the voice sounded gentle, “I'm going to keep rubbing different muscles and moving your limbs to help you regain your ability to move. But you have to stay calm, your heart rate is accelerated right now and your pupils are dilated, so I'm guessing you view me as some sort of threat. You agreed to help me when I was stuck in that tree so I'm returning the favor.” The hands slid down from his forehead to his neck. Unfortunately the area of touch now was an erogenous zone and all Dek could do was force a barely audible whine from his still paralyzed jaw. The thumbs continued to rub in firm, tantalizing circles and his body, though still paralyzed, was enjoying it a bit too much. A groan escaped him as a sensation of vertigo interrupted the arousal when the ooman-tool lifted and moved his head side to side. Setting him back down, he huffed when it began to mess with his arms. He glared seeing his hand and elbow flop about before being stabilized. Then the blunt hands began rubbing at his wrist and forearm. A massive release of tension rippled through him, a broken purr attempted to escape his throat. Suddenly his fingers jolted and a surprised chuckle came from the other being. “Oh good, your fingers are starting to move again!”

Dropping his arm unceremoniously he let out a grunt as the being slid off him to move down his body, out of view. The disembodied voice said “Oh my, hmm, well maybe that's a side effect. Hopefully I don't make that worse while I work on your abdomen and legs.”

Squeezes at his abdomen sent jolts through him. It had been ages since he was tickled, he had made sure to break one of Kwei's fingers in their last tousle. A giggle stuck in his throat as his mandibles finally began to regain some movement. Then one hand poked between his side and hip and a high pitched yelp finally tore from his throat as his right arm began to flail back to use. Much to his relief, his sensitive belly was finally freed from the touches and he groaned as a spasm clenched his core back into use. Then the touches at his thighs forced a flush across his cheeks. The firm strokes from his knee up to his inner thighs were maddening and a sudden tightness felt at his loin garb had him more motivated than before to sit up. In a clumsy and staggered fashion that ached horribly, he was finally able to claw the ground and hoist his torso to sit up, his arms trembling but propping himself up.

Seeing his pride strain against his tunic and lift the hanging codpiece set his face ablaze in embarrassment. Meeting eyes with the ooman tool again, it bared it's teeth upon seeing his returning muscle coordination. It released its hold on his leg and patted his knee. He then took stock on how it had no legs and various, odd viscera hung from it's bisected, lower abdomen. How this thing was functioning was enough of a jarring visual and concept that he could feel his arousal wilt away and return to normal, his face still felt heated though.

Looking back when the thing ambled itself backwards, using its arms, it spoke again. “Well, you want to try and stand up? I can try to help steady you if you'd like?”

Glaring and growling, he denied the offer to show weakness. Clawing the ground beneath him to get his legs underneath him he snarled as he pushed himself into a stand. “I don't need your hel-” His statement was cut off when he overshot, extending his back and yelped as he fell backwards, drawing a harsh oof from his chest as he now lay supine against the dirt.

A chuckle was heard and he growled when the ooman-tool hand-walked over to his position. The right arm extended and he noticed the short, rounded, useless nails on its fingers. “Hi, I'm Thia, why don't I get you upright again and then you can tell me your name.” A sense of agonizing desperation sank through his chest before he conceded and reached for the hand. The grip felt much stronger than before and his eyes widened as the half ooman-tool literally pulled him upright as if he was as light as air, before effortlessly manipulating his body back into a kneel. It's gentle tone paired with the bared teeth finally clicked in his head and he remembered that this was the odd way that ooman's expressed friendliness. “Now as much as I'd love to help you fully stand yourself up, I'm afraid my short stature won't reach.” He could hear a wry, almost playful tone in the voice. He huffed in response and worked towards standing up again, this time more cautious with his movements. A bit staggered and shaky, he focused on the ooman-tool while making sure his ability to move had fully returned. The shakes finally subsided and other than a few aching spasms that subsided as quickly as they appeared, Dek finally felt cured.

"Ahem, so, I've told you my name, can you tell me yours?" Lips pulled further away to show even more, blunt teeth in 'ooman-friendliness,' called a "smile," his mind suddenly remembered.

Looking at the oddly powerful but limited, half-ooman tool below him, he thrummed his chest with a fist, "Dek."

The thing somehow beamed more than before, "well Dek, I'm glad we could help each other...Um," it noticed where his gaze had lowered to it's chest. 

Suddenly realizing what he was looking at, one hand lifted to cover one of the protruding appendages. A look of disapproval then greeted him, "it's not polite to stare at a ľæðįę§ břęæ§ţ§"

Despite it having a universal language he could understand, those last two words were lost on him. He merely cocked his head. 

"What were those last two words?" He barked. 

Realizing he didn't understand, it attempted again, "I have a ğéɲðęŕ configuration that's supposed to be a ẅømæŋ."

He continued to stare in confusion, the language barrier remained. 

Huffing and waving a hand, "I'm a female-configured §ŷŋŧĥęțįç."

He had no idea what a §ŷŋŧĥęțįç was but female he understood, and his blush returned, setting his face ablaze. A dry gulp constricted his throat, feeling mortified that his almost first time of heavy petting had been with an ooman, a being regarded as hunting game by his clan.

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Now that camp had been settled, Dek allowed himself to feel the weight of fatigue from the full day take hold. He didn't want to close his eyes, but his lids felt heavy, and before he fully recognized it, his head fell as his body plunged into exhaustion. Thia's words, “you're grieving,” had stung and embedded within his psyche, unraveling any strongholds of composure he consciously clung to. The last few words he would ever hear Kwei speak to him, “be brave brother.” It still echoed in his mind every moment he was not preoccupied with survival. The soreness in his palms and wrists from striking the blast doors to no avail, still ached with his hands’ slightest movements. The vibrant glow of his brother's blood gushing from the decapitating blow their father struck. The cold, lifeless eyes of his father's mask watching him as the ship took off.

A touch at his knee and he violently struck forward in automatic attack, meeting a very startled looking Thia once his eyes fully reopened and focused. He realized his right hand was attempting to crush her throat while the other had a fist full of ripped fabric that had once been the sleeve of her jacket. The feel of her throat was tough against his deadly grip. She gazed down at him as he had lifted her above his head. Rivulets of his blood were drawn from where her own fingers had embedded in a vice grip, the blunt nails actually punctured the flesh of his wrist. Wrenching herself free of his grasp but still dangling from his lifted arm, her guarded expression shifted to concern. She inspected his drawn blood between her fingers and then frantically apologized, making him quirk his head in confusion. 

Thia then let go of his wrist to drop to the floor, landing somewhat on her hands, but mostly on her segmented abdomen with a grunt as well as some static noises. Her hand-walking was unexpectedly fast and all he could do in response was dumbly try to scramble himself backwards to get away. His arm caught on a lifted root and a growl escaped him as he fell backwards. Most of his weight was directed at the back of his head when he dropped, causing his vision to swim for a few seconds. Once his eyes refocused he found Thia atop his chest, her hands already at either side of his head. The feel of her hands were firm, holding him to look at her. The feeling was suddenly all too familiar, reminding him of the fond, calming touch of his now dead brother. His fragile composure completely disintegrated. He couldn't hold back the painful, shameful warbles that escaped his mandibles and shook his entire body. He gripped her wrists, not to remove her hands, but to make sure she would not move them without his permission. His mourning cries became louder and strained his throat, he shut his eyes closed as tears streaked his face. He growled as he felt her move, but opening his eyes once more, he saw her arms wrap about his shaking frame, to hold him in comfort. One of her hands slid over his chest and he finally noticed how hard his heart was pounding. He lifted his shaking hand to cover hers and then entwined his fingers tightly with her own. His breathing was still erratic, showing his emotions like this, emotions of weakness, would've gotten him killed by any other Yautja, other than his brother. He wheezed in agony, thinking how he would never see Kwei again. He wanted to stop crying but Kwei's death began to repeat in his head. Thia's weight atop his chest aggravated the sense of panic and danger he felt with crying. Gripping tightly at her jacket he turned them on his side. Feeling able to breathe with less strain, he furrowed his brows and clenched, desperately trying to stop the flow of tears leaking from his shut eyes. He flinched at the initial hand at his back. His eyes snapped open, assuming the touch would result in violence.

“I'm here.” Thia whispered against his shoulder, her hand at his back then gently began to rub up and down, helping quell the rattling of his body. 

A warble escaped him as the tears continued, he was not yet able to fully handle nor process her act of kindness. Thankfully Thia continued with her touch at his back, the pressure of her hand and rhythm of the strokes remained in a calming rhythm. Closing his eyes, he rested his chin on her shoulder, his body finally began to still as the gentle stroking at his back worked to soothe him. Unfortunately a few more of the unpleasant memories flashed in his mind, the last look of care, of that wry smile Kwei used to constantly greet him with. Kwei's final smile towards him betrayed the sadness in his brother's eyes. Clenching up again in sorrow, Thia sensed this and adjusted herself so that one hand cradled his head while the other continued to massage his back. 

The gesture was not lost on him and he let out a tired rattle, “Th-Thank you.” 

“You're welcome.” She hugged him tighter and a sigh of relief escaped him. 

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The sensations of morning invaded his mind and he woke up, feeling more tired than before. He shifted from laying flat to on his side, moss and grass fell around him and he realized it had been gathered to cover him. The gesture was welcomed but reminded him of a fond memory of Kwei. He crushed some of the moss in his fist as he grappled with the ‘weakness’ he had succumbed to last night. 

Thia approached, “Good morning! Sorry I left to tend to the fire. I can join in embracing you again.” She smiled. Hand-walking over, she laid on her side, now looking directly at him. His brow furrowed and he growled. She merely smiled softer, grasped his shoulder and pulled herself until there was no space left between them. He wanted to tell her to go away, to threaten, to claw, but she easily called his bluff and her arms wrapped around him. Any desire to reject her. To deny himself the consuming draw of comfort from her embrace, these thoughts vanished the moment she began to stroke his back. A content purring was pulled out of him and he fully relaxed once more. His arm slid to her back and pressed her to his chest.

Time passed and an alarm on his bracer woke him up again. He now felt like he had a fortnight of sleep. Still tired, but not as groggy. Thia was there, her gaze easily pulled his attention. Staring into her eyes for a while, his face heated as he thought more about their embrace. 

“No need to be… I'm guessing you're feeling embarrassed? How fascinating, you can ‘blush’ just like a hųmæŋ, well except your face looks bright gʻŕɛɛŋ whereas hümæŋz can look pïɲƙ or ŕəð.” 

Before he could take offense to her observation, her hands drifted up to touch his face. The soft caresses at his heated cheeks were maddening, he gripped her hands and moved them to his forehead, purring once more and closing his eyes when the touch felt relaxing. Unfortunately for him, her hands took that as an invitation to rove around. Fingers crawled through his tresses as the other hand caressed his neck. He arched back with a low grunt to cover the aroused chitter that escaped him. He grabbed her hands.

“Oh, I'm sorry, did I, oh… I see that's back.” They both stared at his erection that pushed against his tunic. 

Heat in his face flaring up, he sat up and scooted away from her. Now a stones throw distance between them, he boiled in the stew of feelings that flooded his mind. Hearing her approach, he tensed and growled in warning. She stopped and studied him, then scanned the camp. 

Shifting weight from one arm to another, she caught his gaze again. “I didn't mean to… Umm, stimulate you like that. Humans like having their scalps massaged to relax, I guess this is just another fantastic but unintentional learning experience about your species anatomy.” She beamed showing both sets of teeth again. 

Scratching at his knee, he conceded, “it felt… Nice, just ask next time.” 

Thia slowly approached closer. His shoulders clenched but he allowed the proximity. She shifted until it appeared that the position on her torn lower half was comfortable for her. Lifting her right arm she held it in front of her, palm up, waiting for his response. His gaze darted between looking at her and her hand. He flexed his fingers pensively, the closed mouth smile she had on her face was silently gnawing at him. Rolling his eyes and letting out an annoyed snort he gave in and extended his right arm towards her. Her left arm gently grabbed his wrist, her weight pushing on it to keep her balance while her right hand went about inspecting his own. The cool, soft touch of her skin felt so foreign to him. His breath hitched as her touch also felt soft but curious. Her fingers slid over each scale and bump on the back his hand, as if to catalog every detail. Pinching his index claw she tugged on it before pushing on the pad of that finger. 

“Hmm, you have claws, not nails, it's connected to the bone!” She looked very excited as she continued to squeeze to confirm this information. 

Turning his hand to supine, a hiss escaped him as the gentle touch of her fingers slid over the still mending cut on his palm. 

“How did you get this injury?” She leaned closer. 

Shoulders tightening again, he looked away. “I don't want to talk about it.”

A gentle pat was felt at his wrist, drawing his gaze back to her. “It looks like it's healing well, I'm glad it's not infected.” 

The hand gingerly traced the straps of his bracer. Then both of her hands gripped his arm again to scoot herself closer. Her left hand gripped his pauldron. He hooked a brow at her but remained silent. She guided his arm to rest on his lap. Her hand then lifted to prod at his upper arm. 

“You have nice tone in your bïćɛp§ and ŧŕïçɛps, they feel very strong.” Her voice sounded impressed. 

The heat of his face was back, only this time he felt a swell of pride in his chest. He had never gotten a compliment from a female before, and it was an experience he could grow to crave. Tilting his head up, he gave her a cocky smirk and did his best to flex his arm hard. Thia cooed and ran her hand over the taught muscles again in approval. Her hand drifted towards his chest and he let out an eager trill, tightening his muscles there to try and impress her again. 

“Very nice!” She praised.

“Th-Thank you! Uh see that stump over there?” His heart pounded in his ears as he continued to feel drunk off her approval, a desire to keep thrilling her dominated his thinking. 

Following his look she spotted it. “Yeah?”

“I--I bet I can uproot it with only one arm!” He lifted his left arm to flex it, hoping to earn more compliments or another addicting type of praise from her. 

Flashing a smile she looked over his body. “I bet you can, but, I'd like to keep exploring you if that's alright.” 

His ego deflated with her dismissal. “Oh, okay.” He rattled, feeling his mandibles droop in disappointment.

Her hand began massaging his chest, pulling a purr out of him. He then huffed when she stopped. She looked at him intensely, then started to rub again. He relaxed as her touch continued, finding the knots and working out the soreness. He began to purr again in approval, allowing his eyes to close. He heard a giggle from her, but the rubbing continued. 

Clicking his mandibles in annoyance, his brows furrowed. “Why are you laughing?” He said between purrs.

“You're purring! It sounds just like a ƙïŧŧɛŋ! How çüŧɛ!” She interrupted the rubbing to give his back a firm pat.

Not really caring to ask what ƙïŧŧɛŋ or çüŧɛ meant, he merely shrugged and half lidded his eyes to look at her blankly. He began purring harder as her left hand began to probe his back and find points of tension to release. 

“Mmm, right there…” His mandibles flexed into a dopey grin. 

A fresh bloom of heat spread across his cheeks as she rubbed and praised the muscles of his back. His heart thrummed and he drank in her attention, body vibrating as his purring intensified. A shiver shot up his spine as her hand slipped through the arm hole of his tunic; her skin felt even cooler against the heat of his back. Her blunt nails scratched along the different textures of his skin, pulling a shudder of pleasure from his throat.

With his mind relaxed, he thought about Thia.

Maybe she wasn't so bad, she did talk a lot, to the point that she could distract him, but if things got dangerous, she focused on helping him. She was heavy but manageable to carry. She looked odd, but most oomans looked odd to him when he studied the holovids. She was gentle, yet strong, such an odd, almost confounding combination. Her eagerness to explore him, to comfort him, it was addictive. With everything he had survived and yet to undertake, he wasn't willing to deny himself any of the pleasures she was willing to give.

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Tessa was about to shoot, to kill Thia. Every muscle in Dek's body screamed to get up. A renewed sense of strength and speed overtook him as he unsheathed the razor grass blades from his gauntlet. His entire weight honed into his blade as it plunged through the §ŷŋŧĥęțįç's chest. 

Ripping the plasma cannon off her shoulder he growled, “that is not yours!”

Walking over to Thia, he gripped her shoulders, looking her over thoroughly to make sure she was unharmed. She smiled warmly, placing her hands atop his own to squeeze in reassurance that she was alright. With their shared gaze, he stared into her eyes, realizing his true feelings for her. She was radiant, standing strong before him. She had skillfully destroyed plenty of the other §ŷŋŧĥęțįçs and rescued herself. She was a warrior in her own way. An ideal mate stood before him, welcoming him to be with her this entire time. His body quaked and his gaze upon her faltered. Harsh words from his father, “you'll never be worthy enough to claim a mate," echoed in his head. Then she stepped forward, hands gently touching his face, beckoning him to look at her again.

That gleaming smile of hers reinvigorated him. “Thank you Dek, you saved me.” Her words muted the voice of his father, and suddenly he felt like the strongest Yautja in the galaxy.

Tears fell down his face and for once he felt unafraid, his vulnerability was in fact strength. Gently clasping her wrists, his thumbs stroking her cool skin affectionately he replied, “no, thank you, you saved me first.”

His chest thrummed, being drawn to embrace her, to attempt to court her right here, right now. He stepped forward, gently cupping her face, to touch foreheads.

 Then movement and noise drew their attention. Būð stood at the side of Tessa, growling momentarily as her paw gripped Tessa's neck. Letting loose her most primal, but still high pitched, roar, the Kalisk child ripped the §ŷŋŧĥęțįç's head and spine from the body. Holding her trophy triumphantly above her head, she began her shrill roar anew. He chuckled seeing a bit more of his young self in her victory display. Looking back at Thia, he rumbled with concern. She looked deeply saddened. Pulling her close in an embrace, he rubbed her back in a similar style of when she had comforted him in his time of need. She hugged him back and rested her forehead on his shoulder. 

“I'm sad that Tessa refused to see me as her sister.” Her voice was heavy with glitches and static, a sound he had learned was her method of crying. She squeezed his shoulder tightly as her frame shook.

Rubbing his cheek against her soft hair, he moved them in a gentle sway as he continued to rub her back. “Everyone in the galaxy would be beyond lucky to call you their sister.” He rubbed his mandibles against her head, a rare sign of affection his brother shared with him. 

Thia stepped back, hands raised to cup his face. They stepped closer again and touched their foreheads. His eyes closed, the world melted away and he just breathed in her unique, clean scent. Feeling her gaze he opened his eyes again to see Thia leaning in closer, her lips drawn tightly together and extended forward. An odd, squeaky sound from her released after making a gentle, sucking contact with the skin above his upper, inner teeth. 

“This is called a ƙí§§, it's how humans show that they love each other…” She looked down momentarily, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. Looking back at him, her bright eyes and smile made his heart race. “I love you Dek.”

Understanding her explanation and her confession, his heart pounded heavily as he kept her gaze and squeezed her hands. “I love you too Thia.” His purr lingered on her name. 

His head swam as her hands raked through his tresses, then rubbed his scalp. She began to ƙí§§ him again, repeating the action on other areas of his face, his chin, his cheeks, his mandibles, his brow and his forehead. As her lips moved down to his neck, his knees slightly buckled as he swooned from the intense sensation. He gasped as her tongue licked his erogenous flesh, setting him aflame with desire. He broke their embrace, reaching to begin undressing himself so that she could claim him completely. 

A whine escaped him as he watched her hands grab his wrists, stopping him. She moved them to clutch her hips, pulling a short trill of approval from his clenched jaw. He appraised the curves of her hips by rubbing his hands along them before sliding to her shapely bottom enjoying how her supple flesh felt in his possessive grip. She forcefully moved his hands back to her hips and he gave her a begging look. She smirked and shook her head in a no. He let out a frustrated huff, which she chuckled at. She then beckoned him to touch foreheads with her again and he sighed. Her touches were nice, but not enough to satisfy the sexual tension coursing throughout his body. 

“We need to make this site look like it was sabotaged by the local fauna and flora. We have to make Weyland Yutani believe that it's not worth sending another expedition here. We'll get the supplies we need, make sure all the specimens are freed, then we'll trash the place and get as far away from here as possible.”

Rumbling in agreement, her plan was absolutely necessary and perfect. He shifted his stance, desperately trying to get more space for his erection to hopefully diminish again. A startled, then excited trill burst from him when she moved his hands back to her bottom.

 “Once that's done we'll make camp, take a nice long cleaning break, then we can mate!” She smiled brightly.

Mandibles flexed in an eager smile, he squeezed the soft flesh greedily before sobering up again. He nodded and moved his hands to rest against the curve of her lower back. He then took an effortful gulp to quell the sudden rush of nerves he felt from her tantalizing promise of mating him. “W-Where,” he cleared his throat to quell the jittery squeak in his voice, “where should we start?”

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It had been a fortnight since Dek, Thia and Ɓūð had sabotaged the Weyland Yutani base of operations, and covered their tracks extensively to make it look like… What did Thia call it again? Ɓû§îŋɛşş Ə§píøŋægʻɛ??? The unlikely trio were now traversing the incline of a winding path of trees to then ascend another mountain pass. Ɓūð would weave between them, then get distracted and climb up to pursue something in the canopy of surrounding trees. Thankfully, Thia's scans reported no Ĺüŋą Ɓūĝ§ in the area. 

Dek could not keep his eyes off Thia. Initially he had decided to be positioned at the back of the traveling party in order to be his pack's protector, to watch for any predators that might be stalking them from behind. Constantly seeing Thia's swaying, confident strides, his mind would frequently drift elsewhere. Admiring how her buttocks was framed by the seams in her new pair of pants, he trilled in appreciation of the view. He panted, once again distracted by trying to imagine her body beneath her clothes. Then his foot would snag on a stone or uplifted root and force him to pay attention to his surroundings again. Thia did not seem privy to his repeated, internal struggle. Instead she happily continued explaining the life cycles of the surrounding trees, how their pollinators would involve tricking certain flying insects by mimicking the chemical makeup of their mating pheromones.

Thinking back to sabotaging the base, Dek tried to recall the various overloads of information Thia shared with him. Thia had extensively explained interplanetary øľịğáŕçĥÿ while stripping wires and rapidly typing on ooman technology interfaces. Dek had no idea what she was saying half the time but loved seeing and hearing her delighted expressions. His foot hit another rock and he was brought back to their current situation. A slight twinge of guilt ran through him as he remembered initially feeling annoyed with her energetic speech during their first few days together. Squaring up his shoulders, he vowed to himself that he would never ignore her again. 

After a few hours of hiking, they decided to set up camp for the night in an overpass shielded by contrasting rock formations. Thia made a fire while Dek took to checking the wellbeing of Ɓūð. The Kalisk child had taken a hard fall from one of the rock faces they needed to scale and Dek had carried her the remaining distance. Kneeling down to lower her gently, he could see that Ɓūð was still guarding the arm she landed on. She hissed at his initial attempt to inspect it. Rubbing her head, he touched foreheads and made a higher, cooing purr to reassure the pup that he did not mean to hurt her. Checking the mending wound, Ɓūð whimpered again and Dek repeated the cooing to calm her. The wound was healing, but he could see that Ɓūð's unkillable ability was nowhere near the speed and efficiency of her mother’s. Tisking he stood and walked over to Thia and the blazing fire she set. 

Thia placed some more rocks to finish the barrier of the fire pit. Her brows knit in concern, “how's our Ɓūð doing?”

Looking back at the child, then to his beloved he shrugged. “It seems like her body is healing. The bone is no longer jutting out of the skin, but it's definitely taking her longer to heal than her mother, which worries me.”

“Maybe once she's matured that regenerative factor gets faster? You already applied some healing salves to the wound so I doubt we have to worry about infection. The fire will keep her warm, bring her over.” 

Dek picked up Ɓūð, thankfully she didn't protest. Once set down, she started licking at the dried herbs covering the wound. Dek growled angrily. Thia gripped his forearm gently, calming his frustration with the child. Thia removed her jacket and gently covered the limb while petting Ɓūð until she relaxed and rested. 

“You still have some dried meats for her and yourself right?” 

Dek nodded, “enough for tonight and two more meals hopefully.”

Thia smiled, seeing Ɓūð was finally asleep, she scooted closer to Dek. He rested his arm over her shoulders. His fingers rubbed at the bare, §ŷŋŧĥęțįç flesh of her upper arm. She had always felt cool, but on a cold night like this, with her jacket removed, Dek honestly worried she would somehow get cold. Untucking his legs, he pulled her to sit on his lap and tightly wrap his arms around her. She giggled and stroked his cheek. 

“Your concern for me is very çüŧɛ!” 

His interest was piqued, having heard her say the same word to Ɓūð and regarding some of his contented purrs.

“What does çüŧɛ mean?” He titled his head. 

“Oh well,” she smiled sheepishly, “it's usually to describe admiration for something that has dainty qualities.”

His ego felt attacked suddenly. Giving her a sour look he huffed, “Then I am not çüŧɛ.”

She stroked his broken tusk and grinned, “you are çüŧɛ Dek.”

Letting her go, he crossed his arms. “Take that back,” he let out a mild growl, commonly used to convey annoyance.

A finger scratched under his chin as she teased, “even that growl sounded çüŧɛ!” 

The pressure of her touch was light enough that instead of pleasuring him, he snorted and jerked away. Looking back at her, an unease settled along his spine as he noticed her face had one of her slightly crazed looks of discovery etched into it. 

“You're ticklish!” She grinned. 

His eyes grew wide, then shook his head to try and cover the tell in his look “n-no, it, it just itched, that's all.”

Thia smirked, looking him up and down, “okay, then let me get it for you.” 

Her hands shot for the spot again and he reacted by leaning backwards out of her reach. Now propped on his elbows, he realized his fatal mistake, his midsection was now unguarded. High pitched squeals escaped him as her hands danced along his belly and prodded his sides. He tried to move his arms back down but she easily batted them out of the way and then plunged her fingers into his armpits, making him yelp. A rattling laugh shook his chest as she began counting his ribs. Flipping himself prone under her didn't really help as she easily continued to goose his sides and then squeeze the ticklish parts of his hips. His voice shot up into a squeaking cry and he floundered as her fingers squeezed the bare flesh on the backs of his thighs then spidered the tender areas of his knees. 

“Th-heheheeehia, stohohohohap, no!” 

He arched and tried to reach back as she placed his feet in a vice grip between her legs. Her fingers slipped between the openings of his sandals and bare feet to have her blunt nails draw maddening patterns on his soles. He squawked and shrieked, his feet were not nearly as sensitive as his belly, but in this position he couldn't get away and she didn't seem to plan on letting up on the torture anytime soon. Especially when she would reach back and draw her nails across his bare thighs. He made embarrassing, mewling sounds when she surprised him further by wiggling her fingers into the softest parts of his clenched inner thighs. The suggestive touches were driving him crazy. He didn't know if he wanted her to stop, or keep her fingers at the newly discovered sweet spot that was so desperately close to the back of his groin.  

Feeling that admitting defeat was suddenly a more viable option for his diminishing sanity than continuously being tickled and teased without the promise of climax, he pounded his fists on the ground before finally conceding.

“Oh-ho-kay-hay-hay, I'm çüŧɛ! I-Hi-Hi-I'm çüŧɛ! Just stoh-ha-hap! *squeal*” His voice shot to the octive of a suckling when her hands accidentally groped too close to his buttocks. 

Much to his dismay, she sat on his thighs and began tickling his rump for what felt like an eternity of torture before she finally released him. Laying face down, he panted for a few moments before trying to pull himself up on his knees. Looking behind him, he saw Ɓūð seemed to be watching them silently and Thia gave him a very infuriating grin. He tried to glare at her but she beckoned him to join her by the fire and he felt slightly reinvigorated by the offer to embrace her again. 

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Morning arrived and Dek began purring as soon as he recognized the soft touches of Thia caressing his forehead. Nuzzling his head into her touch and smiling with still closed eyes, he reached up to stroke her wrist as an unspoken thank you. Lowering his hand, his eyes opened as he realized his arm was now laid across his soon to be mate. He then noticed his cheek rested on something very soft and supportive. Slowly getting up to a kneel, he looked down at where Thia had rested, wondering how long she had laid with him. 

Her smile shined like the sun, “did you sleep well?”

Before he could answer, he sensed the absence of their pack member. He leapt to his feet, looking around frantically for the Kalisk child.

Thia interjected. “Ɓūð has made a full recovery! She wanted to hunt for breakfast and we didn't want to wake you.”

“You let her go alone?!” He snarled in disbelief. 

Giving him an endearing look, “Dek, she was hunting by herself when we first found her. It's good to allow her some independence. I placed a tracker on her and did a scan of the area, she'll be fine.” Her grin curved hungrily, “Besides, you're awake now and we've got the camp all to ourselves to do whatever we'd like.”

Mouth feeling very wet, he gulped to ease a sudden influx of nerves. “Y- you're right, that's very…good.”

Sitting up she looked him over, “how did you sleep?”

Stretching, he moved his head side to side, and grinned. “Very well, I think that was the most restful sleep I've gotten since I landed here.” He smiled warmly, then paused in thought. Rubbing at the cheek that rested against her chest, curiosity prompted him to ask. “I didn't know those things on your chest were soft. My old clan always assumed they were thick bumps of a carapace. What are they?”

Pointing to the body parts in question she hooked a brow, “you mean my ɓŕɛæ§ŧ§? Well they're mainly for feeding infants but I'm not a real…” She looked down, appearing sullen, “person, so they're for aesthetic and simulated intimacy purposes.”

Gently gripping her shoulder, he let out a gentle warble, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.” Cupping her chin between his thumb and index he prompted her to look at him. A deep thrum of comfort and confidence vibrated in him as he declared, “you are as real as I, Ɓūð, or any other creature in the galaxy… Do not let your old clan tell you otherwise.”

Squeezing his hand, her eyes flickered, “thank you Dek.” Her voice was heavy with static.

Appearing to mull over some thoughts, she looked back at him and her expression shifted to how she looked on top of him last night. “I have a unique switch in my breasts, it's to activate my íɲŧɛŕçøŕ-- mating-- it's for simulating mating.” Her smile grew and her tongue licked across her upper lip, making him shiver. “But I've also enjoyed using it by myself a few times before. Would you like me to show you?”

Nodding his head strongly enough that his gathered tresses whipped the middle of his shoulders, he clenched her hands as a desperate rattle reverberated through him. This was the moment, Thia was finally ready to mate him! Overly excited, he accidentally head butted her when attempting to press foreheads. After they both let out a hiss of pain, Thia laughed, it was an endearing laugh that slightly calmed his jitters. 

Standing back up in front of her, he puffed out his chest, both excited and nervous to bare himself to her. Hands trembling, he started to remove his coverings. The hanging cod piece made a slight clang as he dropped it. He practically ripped his pauldron off and tugged away at his shin guards. His claws snagged on two of the buckles of his chest armor before he got it to loosen and then threw it behind him unceremoniously. His wrist bracers were regarded with more care, they were Kwei's before they were handed down. He stepped back to set them atop his discarded chest piece. He kept a slight distance between himself and Thia. Hesitating at his tunic, then looking to Thia, he felt reassured. She appeared intrigued, intently studying him and all of his garb. He leaned forward and pulled it off quickly, feeling the cool breeze on his skin. 

Reaching for his loin cloth, his heart rate skyrocketed as Thia suddenly stood up and approached him. Her gaze had him entranced suddenly and he was paralyzed, at her mercy. Her hand started at his cheek, then slowly, teasingly lowered to briefly rub at his neck, his breath hitched. Her fingers splayed over the center of his chest, and it felt like his heart was suddenly gnawing its way to meet her hand. A mumble escaped him as her touch tickled down his abdomen, making him clench his abs. Her hand stopped at the brim of his loin cloth, the only thing that was between them now. 

Stepping back, she removed her top, then her pants. He chittered in excitement, eyes roving over her newly exposed skin hungrily. She had two pieces to cover herself, one at her chest and the other at her groin. Taking the cue, he started untying his cloth. She stopped him and he looked at her confused. 

“Can you show me how to untie it? Then I'll have you take off my remaining clothing.”

Body practically vibrating with a purr of consent, he grabbed her hands and guided them quickly to unravel the knot and wrapping. She looked down and appeared surprised. “Oh… Oh right, you have a çĺœæƙá!” 

Her fingers slid down his weeping slit, and he bucked at the touch. His pride slipped out, raising eagerly to also be caressed. She indulged him with a firm grip, and rubbed her thumb along the dripping head. A shuddering moan hissed through his clenched jaw as he moved his hips to get more stimulation.

Letting go of him, she giggled, “hey wait, you still have to undress me!”

Panting, trying to regain a little composure, he managed to gently tuck his fingers under the elastic brim of her top piece. She redirected his hands along the track in the center. She placed the small nub attached to a metal shape at the highest point between his fingers and instructed him to pull it down. An excited rattle escaped him as the action led to the chest covering being divided into 2 pieces as the metal item descended. She shimmied it off her shoulders and then guided his hands to her ɓŕɛæ§ŧ§. He trilled curiously, the mounds were incredibly soft and pliable. His thumbs prodded the nubs at the center, which seemed to stiffen once he began to rub them. A static-laden sigh escaped Thia.

“Push them both at the same time, like this.” She placed his thumbs over the nubs and pushed in until a click was heard. 

An aroused growl vibrated through both of them as Thia arched her back, pressing her chest against his as she wailed in an expression of pleasure he had never seen from her. She stepped back, looking heated as she laid herself on their shared sleeping spot. Her hands drifted along her body, making her writhe, she beckoned him closer. Kneeling before her legs, his mind raced. He was trying to remember the rare occasions he succeeded in persuading Kwei to recount the stories of his sexual escapades. The information didn't really seem applicable other than, ‘make sure to pleasure her first.’ Thia gasped and raised her hips the moment his fingers grasped the remaining clothing piece. Sliding it off, her legs spread wide and he admired the beckoning mating display. His forked tongue slid forward eagerly, ready to taste her. His hands guided her legs to rest along his shoulders and then he lifted her lower half to his face swiftly. A startled squeak escaped her with the sudden repositioning. He sat upright with his legs folded underneath him, Thia's head rested on his knees as he held her upside down. Flexing his mandibles, he extended them as he brought his face in close to her sex. His upper ones positioned on either side of her mound while his lower ones gripped at the curve between her buttocks and uppermost thigh. Now flush with her opening and throbbing nub, his tongue began its dance. The light strokes made her jerk and her initial squeal turned into a throaty moan as his pressure and rhythm increased. 

“Mmmmm, oh Dek, oh, that, augh, ah, right there!” Her hands grabbed at his hips desperately. 

The rough groping made him purr which resulted in an added stimulation that had her writhing and wailing below. Adjusting his hold on her hips made her squeak suddenly and his licking paused. Squeezing the soft area of her side again made her buck and giggle. If his mandibles weren't currently preoccupied, he would be grinning right now, sweet revenge was at hand. His left arm bolstered her body while his right hand skittered along her unprotected abdomen, enjoying how soft her skin felt beneath the rougher pads of his fingers. Gently he drew patterns along her side with his claws. Her laughter rang out like a sweet melody. She didn't beg him to stop either, instead she sounded delighted about finding out she could be tickled. His tongue returned to pleasuring her while his hand continued to tease her belly. Feeling like she finally had enough as her laughter began to glitch out, his hand moved down further to grip the nearest mound and rub the stiff bud. She gasped, pressing herself more against his mouth. He quickened his tongue to the preferred rhythms that made her legs clench his neck. Then suddenly she arched, and undulated against him in a tantalizing climax. Her fluids smelled of freshly sharpened steel. Laying her back down, she peered up at him, her mouth gaping open but still smiling. 

“So…” She was gasping, “do you want to mate now?”

Crawling, he loomed directly above her, her legs parted to welcome him. She smiled and reached up to caress his chest. His member was pulsing as he brought it to her entrance. Her legs slid up to rest her heels on the back of his hips. They both whimpered desperately as he slowly entered her. She clenched, then relaxed as he pumped his way in, until finally, he was fully sheathed within her. He threw his head back in a low roar as she tightened and bucked eagerly, telling him she was ready for him to start rutting. He began the process, snorting slightly as he thrashed against her, somehow feeling that they weren't close, nor deep enough. Sliding his arms under her, he embraced her tightly and pulled them up into a tall kneel. Thia's arms crossed behind his neck, her legs were clenched tight around his hips. His hands gripped her rear as he lifted and slammed her onto his pelvis. 

Thia pressed her face against his cheek and screamed in his ear. “Don't stop, ah, oh, that feels amazing!” Her nails dug into his back, making him roar in pleasure again. 

Gripping at his shoulders, she joined him in the rutting. Lifting herself higher, to then slam against his pelvis. Groans escaped him as the force of her incredible strength began to hit hard against his flesh, mixing pain into their shared pleasure. He buried his mouth against her neck and bit down, prompting her to arch and wail, but she continued thumping herself violently against him. His tongue swirled along the punctured flesh, savoring how her cool blood tasted like salt water. 

A rippling surge coursed through his body as he sensed the oncoming feeling of a climax he had never experienced through self-stimulation. He shut his eyes so tightly that spots swam in his vision. He cried out as Thia began to lick and bite at his neck. Still thrusting and panting, he both wanted this feeling to never end and for it to come quicker. Thia tilted her hips and suddenly she was orgasming again. Her channel pumped his member, making his eyes roll back as he drank in the euphoric feeling of her body reacting to his in a method of pleasure that was beyond description. Then something snapped within him and he also gave in. A body shaking roar ripped through his throat as his pride finally gave way to the ejaculation that clenched all of his muscles in rippling spasms. He felt his member bathe in the heat of his released seed that was still being pumped by Thia's clenched walls. Rutting until the discomfort became too much to continue, a deep sigh escaped him and he stilled. He groaned as he lowered them back down to the ground. A whine escaped Thia as he pulled himself out. He licked at his inner teeth, satisfied to see his seed dripping out of her quivering opening.

The crawl to lay beside Thia was exhausting, he stiffly got himself onto his side and he slid his arm to support her head. Thia writhed and moaned as she pressed the nubs until a click was heard. Her body then went almost completely limp and her eyes did that disturbing movement of completely turning inward to show the Weyland Yutani insignia. Before he could get overly worried, she spasmed and was suddenly back to her regular self, albeit she was still panting and smiling widely. They looked at each other, and took notice of their disheveled appearances. His blood glowed as smudged streaks around her lips. Apparently she had paid him in kind for the still oozing bite he left at her neck. She tugged gently at the tresses which now hung freely about his head, his tress-tie clinging loosely to a few locks at his shoulders. He reached to playfully ruffle her hair, making more strands stick up awkwardly. They laughed together, feeling drunk after such a passionate act of mating. Any worry he had about her wellbeing was dashed the moment she began speaking quickly and excitedly. 

“Oh wow, that was amazing, that felt incredible! Oh I'm so glad I didn't do that with anyone else but you! I'll be honest I really didn't like any of the Weyland Yutani human personnel and even if I had done that with someone before you, I don't think it would have been anything comparable to how wonderful it felt to do it with you right here, right now!”

His heart sang, she was the light of his universe and he was the happiest to simply be in her presence and drink in her erratic speech. 

“You know I was worried that my lubricant function wouldn't be adequate, or if somehow your fluids might be incompatible but all systems are reading normal and I'm starting a self cleaning process as we speak. Wooo, and here I thought my favorite function would be my universal translator but oh boy that intimacy mode is something else! How long of a refractory period do you need before we can go again?”

Chuffing at her eagerness, he shook his head. “I think I will need some rest before I can pleasure you again.” 

“Oh that's perfectly fine! I didn't know you had a tongue by the way. The teasing way it felt makes me hypothesize that it's similar to a reptile tongue meant for smelling as well as taste--”

He wanted to keep listening, but her shoulder looked way too comfortable at the moment. Snuggling closer, he embraced her. His eyes closed and his body stilled, he purred as he felt her arms wrap around him. 

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Dek awoke to find himself at the bottom of the sleeping pile. Thia was wrapped around his waist like a pelt while Ɓūð was draped across his chest. So that's why it felt hard to breathe… Groaning, he shifted Ɓūð to lay at his side. The Kalisk chittered in displeasure and whipped her tail, which connected with Thia. His mate immediately awoke from the lash, looking surprised.

“Good late morn--no--afternoon. Good afternoon.” She grinned before pushing herself up. Looking down at his hips she gasped suddenly. “Oh goodness, you're completely bruised around your pelvis! Oh no, did I do that?!” She covered her mouth, eyes wide. 

Propping himself up, he looked down at his groin, the area around his pride glowed more intensely than the rest of his body, confirming the bruises. “Oh yes, yes you did, nice!” He nodded at his pelvis then grinned at her in approval.

She stared at him in confusion, “why do you look happy about that? I hurt you…” Her eyes widened and she began speaking very quickly, “I caused your flesh to bruise when I started slamming you inside me! I bit you too-- how did I manage that--I thought my gentility modulation was well calibrated but I guess it was corrupted with the subroutine bypass I activated. I can't believe I actually hurt you! If you were hümæŋ that would be breaking countless §ŷŋŧĥ--hümæŋ interaction protocols that would lead to my--”

Placing his finger over her mouth, she finally halted in her panicked spiral of speech. He moved the digit and stroked her jaw. “My brother Kwei used to show me the impressive marks he got from mating. To have scars from a Yautja mate is one of the highest levels of honor and pleasure one can receive!”

Dek took Thia's hand and guided it to press on the bruises. He then suppressed a slight hiss in pain from the tender area. Thia still looked unsure and concerned but kept her hand where he placed it. He purred deeply to further convey how pleased and content he was. 

Looking at him with a hooked brow, she then huffed and smiled. “Your species is still one of the most fascinating predators I've studied, but this part of your culture feels weird to me. Your mates actively harm each other and find that pleasurable?”

Smiling then scratching his mandible tusks against his inner teeth in a devious way, he reached to press at the still open wound at her neck. “You didn't seem to mind the bite I gave you.”

Thia eyed his fingers as he rubbed some of her cool blood between them, then scoffed, “I… I was high on sensations but I'll admit I thoroughly enjoyed it.” She then touched near the bite marks she had left on his neck. Her face wrinkled with concern. “But I don't have to worry about infection like you do.”

“I'll clean them soon,” he tousled her hair to dismiss her worry. Puffing up his chest proudly and flexing his arms. “As you've seen with my impressive hunting and battle skills, I've survived far worse scrapes than a few small bites from my beloved. It'll take a lot more to defeat me!”

Smirking and shaking her head, her eyes moved over him, looking hungry and dominating. She leapt on top of him suddenly, he barked in surprise then howled as her fingers dug into his armpits. The sudden movements and noise woke Ɓūð, who growled and trudged away from them. 

“Are you defeated yet?” Thia licked her lips.

Instead of responding he fought back, groping at her waist. To his surprise she didn't react. Her fingers started wriggling along his abs and he gripped at her wrists as she forced embarrassing squeals out of him. Her arms were unyielding and he worried he would actually harm her like the other §ŷŋŧĥęțįçs he destroyed if he tried to remove them by force. So he succumbed to her touches, bucking wildly beneath her. When she moved to tickle his neck he had a second wind and again unsuccessfully tried tickling her belly like he did when they mated.

“Whuhuhhh-why-hi cahant I-hi-hi tihihikle you like I dihi-hid before!?!” He wailed between giggles.

The light, scribbling touches along his neck and jaw were a mix of torture and pleasure. “Na-ha-mmmha-tha-hat-I mmmmm-hurrrrr!” He couldn't form full words, only respond to her touches. Thia leaned down, nibbling at the erogenous zone before buzzing her lips against it, prodding the most confusing reactions out of his body. “*moan* ohoho yeah-hea-hea! AH--HAAA!!” His hands were clawing at her back and his pride felt ready to slide out, eager to join in. 

She released the sweet spot she had been suckling with a wet pop. Leaning back, she gave him a break from the flustering torture. “I guess I'm only ticklish when my mating mode is activated.” She smiled wryly and gripped her ɓŕɛæ§ŧ§ moving them around in a pleasing way.

Hands flying up to grasp them, she caught his attack with lightning speed. She licked the tips of his fingers, then slid back to sit on his lap. He groaned at the weight on his bruises, then purred low as she rubbed herself atop his sheath, pressing until his pride sprang free. He fought her angle, desperate to enter her, but she remained parallel. The lips of her opening felt so teasingly soft against his throbbing shaft as she gently dragged herself along his length. Then her hands were at his belly again and he was squirming and giggling like a youngling.

“Do you admit defeat?” Her playful voice was maddening. 

“Neh-heh-ver!” His face was practically glowing in a flush.

He lunged for her ɓŕɛæ§ŧ§ again, this time succeeding in clicking the switches. Her fingers dug into his hips as she moaned and began rutting against him. His member was freed and he plunged into her. His eyes rolled back, delighting on how quickly she became slick and gripped his shaft with her walls.

Feeling her gaze on him, his eyes refocused to look up at her. Her mouth was agape, her tongue extended past her lips. She dove at his face, her lips pressed against his inner teeth as her tongue prodded at his mouth folds. By comparison, her ooman tongue dwarfed his thin, slitted Yautja tongue. Her tongue also dominated his, moving it about his mouth as she pleased. He gagged in surprise when her tongue shoved into the opening of his throat. He gripped the back of her hair and tugged but she thrashed against his throat in a few more strokes before retracting to give him air again. They continued in their primal mating, clawing, biting, licking and rutting until they were finally spent.