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probablyspooky · 2 years ago

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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader )

Plot: You’re mated to the Berserker predator, and his hunting reserve slot comes up, but you are in the middle of your cycle for the month, and for the desire to sire his offspring, he brings you along for the trip. But while along for the trip, you get mistaken for one of the humans who were recently dropped on the planet for game. Thinking you have head trauma, they drag you along for the ride, causing your mate to get even more aggressive and even a little jealous.

Soft moans could be heard from within Berserkers chambers, even the youngest of yautja could understand what he was doing, not all understood his choices in mates, but one thing was for certain, he really did seem to enjoy you.

Feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck, as his hand was held forcefully on the front of your neck, you were moaning quietly into his rough, course hand.

His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist, as his fingers grazed your clit, giving you gentle swirls of pleasure. Drool began to dribble out the corner of your mouth, feeling all the length of his member pulse into you over and over.

The sounds of your juices mixing with his as he continuously thrusted into you seemed to excite him even more than before. His deep sunken eyes seemed to be in pure ecstasy, his large mandibles clicking against your back skin, you whimpered under his touch.

So here you were, sitting on your mate's member, while he sat in his chair, moaning into his hands as he growled in pleasure from underneath you. You could feel the pleasure pooling in your stomach as there was a knock at the door.

You had recently been cleared by the tribes healers, and you were clear to produce an offspring for Berserker, he didn’t want to waste a single second of time. It took a year of tests, a year of poking your body, bruises from all the blood work you had to endure. He almost called the whole thing off until last month. After your period, the healer informed Berserker that you could in fact give him an offspring.

Berserker grunted in annoyance, and shouted at whomever it was to come in, not releasing you from his grasp.

The door slid open, and in walked one of the members from his hunting team, he wore a mask with long tusks that protruded from his lower jaw. (The tracker predator)

“What is it Tusk?” Berserker groaned, continually pulsing into you, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Our time for the game reserve has come, we leave in an hour,” Tusk responded, staring at you in awe.

You began to shake as it was becoming too much to bare, you began to cry out as Berserker gripped your waist tighter.

“Very well, prepare the others”, your mate replied, leaning you forward and thrusting into you from behind, grunting as his climax was about to peak. Your legs shook, as you reached your climax, small squirts of you shooting onto your mates torso, this sending him over the edge as he smelled you, bringing him over the edge, he spilled into you, filling you up.

“You are...you are going on a trip?” you asked between breaths, sitting up on your mates lap, him caressing your back.

“Yes, it’ll be awhile...how much longer do we have on your cycle?”, he asked, crooking his head to look at you.

“Elder said I have about 5 days left, tomorrow being the day I will be most fertile.”

“I do not wish to miss a day without you,” he replied, grabbing a thin fur and wrapping it around your torso, “Perhaps I will sneak you along”

“If you want me to go, I will.” you replied, leaning your head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent.

“Very well, I will make sure all the necessary materials for you will be with us as well.” he stated, standing you up, then himself, replacing his loin cloth around his waist, he led you out of the room, seeing the others begin to pack up the weapons and materials needed for a trip such as this.

Berserker then left you in the company of Tusk, who was the closest thing you had to a friend on this planet. Once Berserker had left, Tusk turned to you.

“Do you know where we are going?” Tusk asked, looking down at you,

“I do not, but where he wishes I go, I will go.” you replied, looking up at the young yautja.

“I can show you”, Tusk said kneeling down and showing you his wrist, after typing into the control, a small hologram appeared, and after a few more clicks it zoomed from the planet you were currently on, to the galaxy, then zooming back into another smaller planet, with more than one sun.

“This is the hunting reserve,” Tusk started, “Every so often we get to go for fun, or some un-blooded get to go to learn important trapping methods, for alpha this is going to be a hunting trip for pleasure, rather than for glory”

“I see,” you said, looking in awe at the small device

“Yes, once we land there we will give you a tracker and map, to be sure of your safety, Alpha would get rather upset if we let something happen to you”

Soon after this conversation you found yourself fully clothed in nice garments, nothing too fancy as you were about to spend the week in a jungle mating with Berserker, but nice enough you would be protected from the elements. Sitting in the back of the ship you watched the planet you called home get smaller as the distance between you two increased, and you were soon on your way to the reserve planet, besides Tusk, Berserker and you there was one other yautja who joined you on this trip. Falcon who rather die by the blade rather than by gun, the four of you flew through space to make your way to the game reserve.

The trip there wasn’t very long, as these trips were often quick, and they sent yautja there quiet frequently, other clans often clashed, so it was usually best for you to land far apart.

Once the ship had settled deep in the forest, you began to set up camp, it wasn’t very hard as previous members of the Jungle hunters clan often reused the same base, as it was there, and lined with trophies from previous hunts.

Berserker walked up to you, and handed you a small box, within the box was a tarp, and some rope, this informed you that he was giving you shelter. Taking this you walked to the edge of the camp, a bit away as to not smell the decaying corpses, but close enough that you were in sight at all times.

As stated before there are other yautja on the planet, and not all of them know about you, or your mate.

While setting up your tent, you felt uneasy, a familiar feeling you have felt before, throwing the tarp over the rope and securing it to the ground, you turned to look into the wilderness. You’ve only felt this way once before, and it was how you met your mate in the past.

Before you could turn and call out to your mate, a grapple net shot out from the foliage and incased you in wire netting, you began to scream out in fear, and struggled against the binds that now help you.

Before your eyes, the familiar sight of a yautja cloaking device turning off appeared right before your eyes, and you looked up to see a younger yautja, not one of the clan you were bound to.

The young male looked at you confused, as you were wearing clothes that of one of high honor from his home planet. He knelt down, touching the net that held you, and retracted it back in, but not letting you go, as soon as the net was gone, he grabbed you back the neck and began to inspect your face. To the right of your face you were obviously marked with the sigil of the hunter clan.

Before he could realize his mistake, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps could be heard behind him. When the yautja turned to see what it was, Berserker quickly knocked him down with his fist, knocking the young one to the ground. Tusk and Falcon came up shortly after, and soon took note of what was going on, they quickly grabbed the young one and took him to the center of the camo, stringing him up by chains.

Berserker turned his attention back to you, and cupped your cheek softly.

“Did he harm you?” he asked, taking note of any injuries the net may have inflicted upon you.

“No, I was just started...” you replied, sitting up in the dirt, your clothes now dirty from struggling on the dirt from the net.

“I will have him tortured for touching you”

Berserker quickly stood up and made his way back into the camp, giving orders to Tusk and Falcon to not feed the young one for the duration of the trip. He then reached into one of the crates they had brought, and pulled out a small silver disk, walking back over to your area, he knelt down, and slid it into your breast cup.

“What is it?” you asked, looking down into your shirt

“A tracker, you are free to move about the island, it gives off sound that most creatures will not like, and it will beep very loudly if you come too close to any of our traps.”

You smiled at the thought of him wanting you safe, and you pressed your forehead against his.

“Thank you” you smiled

“Will you do that thing?” he purred, crooking his head at you

Blushing slightly, you stood up as he knelt down, taking your hands and cupping his face, you placed your lips onto his forehead giving him a soft kiss against his tough skin.

After a bit the group set out to go set traps before the newest shipment of game arrived, you tagged along, sitting upon Berserkers shoulders like a prize in a store. You watched as they set traps, and laid out cover, taking note of any hiding places any game would wanna hide in.

Growing bored of watching them work, you were given permission to walk the forest, and that you did. You walked away from the group, and began to take note of any unique things you found. Before you knew it , you were lost.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to tracking teaching Berserker had been trying to teach you, so you tried your best to walk back to camp.

But soon your ears were filled with the screams of the new game that was falling in from the dropships.

Not knowing what type of creatures these were, you rushed into a empty stump as an attempt to hide from them. You could hear their thuds of their bodies as they began to land and hit the ground. After the screaming had died down, you tried to peak out from the stump, only to find another woman staring directly at you.

You gasped and quickly ducked back down into the stump, but you could hear her steps coming closer.

You looked up from the opening of the stump and met her eyes.

“Where the hell are we?” she demanded to know, pointing her gun at you.

You dared not respond to her, and ducked back down.

“Hey,” her voice could be heard, but this time it was a bit calmer than before, “You can come out, I won’t hurt you..”

You felt a hand gently tap your head, and soon you began to find yourself stepping out of the stump.

“What’s your name?” she asked, looking around to make sure there was no one watching the two of you, “I’m Isabelle”

You just looked at her with wide eyes, as it had been years since you had last seen another human, and you knew better than to converse with the hunted, so you just stared at her with wide eyes, eventually you could hear more voices, and while you tried to take a step away to go find Berserker, Isabelle grabbed your and and led you to the other voices.

Eventually you found yourself surrounded by other humans, mostly men, and as they continued to argue about where they were or who each other is, they had all come to the conclusion that they were all captured and brought here based on their backgrounds. While everyone was chatting, and by everyone I mean those with weapons, you felt a slap hit your rump, causing you to yelp out in surprise, causing everyone to turn and look at you.

You were currently staring at Stan the inmate, who was chuckling under his breath about how nice you looked in those weird clothes.

“Hey leave her alone, shithead,” Isabelle said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back, “She’s got head trauma or something, she won’t talk”

“Great, more dead weight,” Royce said, shrugging his shoulders, and walking past the group, “Where is the other guy?”

The whole group looked around, only hearing the wind blow in the trees, until the silence was broken by a groaning, agonizing sound of Cuchillo calling for help. The group grabbed you, and began to lead you towards the sound, the silver disc in your chest cup began to beep quietly, so you quickly stand your ground, and refuse to move.

“Hey what's wrong?” Isabelle asked, looking at the group and then back at you, but you refused to move.

“I’ll stay with her,” Edwin said, sitting down in the dirt next to you, with that the rest of the group went to go follow the cries for help.

Edwin didn’t say much, in fact he said nothing at all, he just stared at you with this blank expression, it made you uneasy. Soon the group returned, informing the two of you that Cuchillo was dead, and there were traps all around him. Royce gave you a weird look, and soon the group was on the move again.

But in the trees there was a beast, not your beast, but one of them, Tusk stood amongst the trees, and using his communicator, he informed Berserker that the group was making their way to the camp.

“Good, I’ll have her by my side soon again,” Berserker replied, using his cloak and disappearing into thin air, he and Falcon waited in the camp for the group to approach.

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