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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 14 (Yautja x Human)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CW: Kinda-Sorta Dubcon, Explicit Sex Scene

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Rayelle gasped, sitting straighter though the action pushed her body against his. Each click was like a nail toying down her spine while the growl warbled through her lower stomach, sending heat along her limbs. Her fingers splayed out, feeling the heat of his thigh under her palms, before curling again, dragging along the netting.

It was his smug chuff of a chuckle that piqued Rayelle's defiance. He was taunting her, knowing how he affected her. But, knowing how Tai'dqei struggled against instinct around her, two could play that game.

"Sure, let's talk about it," she hissed, arching her back and reaching into the space between herself and Tai'dqei with one hand. Her fingers homed in on his own arousal, grabbing at his girth through the fabric of the loincloth-like bottoms. The grunt Tai'dqei gave as her hand squeezed at his erection was gratifying to Rayelle's ears. "Like how you've been sporting a huge boner since I sat down."

He had miscalculated terribly, he realized. Although, there really hadn't been any determinations of anything. Just his agitation wanting recompense and his desire to hear those little gasps getting the better of him. And she had responded to his challenge.

Tai'dqei only had himself to blame for his weakness.

He couldn't muster up any regret, though. Not with Rayelle's hand on his cock, kneading slowly along the underside with her thumb, exploring his length and ridges and lip of his head.

"What about my dick do you want to discuss?" Tai'dqei shot back, an amused gnarl to his voice. With something new to hold his attention, he absentmindedly put the ship on auto-pilot and initiated cloaking. Considering how long ago the last enemy had accosted them, Tai'dqei doubted another assault would come soon. They needed time to regroup and strategize, since the yautja was not going to easily hand over Rayelle.

Her hand on him paused, her pinked cheeks darkening as a frown twisted at her lips. "That's not what I said."

"More or less, though. Isn't it?" Tai'dqei's hands drifted from the controls to Rayelle's knees. Her free hand, still lingering at his thigh, gripped at his netting as his palms skirted up her legs. That sweet burn of excitement was beginning, sinking into his hands and into his lungs and dancing down the length of his body. Wordlessly, Rayelle tilted her knees wider the higher up his touch went.

"If we're talking about arousal, that means my dick getting hard," he said, his hips rolling minutely against her hand. Instinctively, Rayelle squeezed as he did so. His cock flexed against her fingers. A small delicious sound left her as his claws skimmed over where her thighs met her torso. His voice dipped lower, more gravelly, as his finger grazed over the fabric just over her slit, a moist warmth already radiating. "And your pussy getting wet."

Once more, Rayelle felt she couldn't breathe. The air around them both flickered with excited heat. And somehow, that made the sharp edge of fear tilt into her thoughts. "S-shouldn't you focus on piloting the ship?"

"We're on auto and cloaked." Tai'dqei hadn't caught the uncertainty sifting into Rayelle's voice. His hips rolled against her hand again, the friction stoking fhe heat in his core. Absently, Rayelle's hand moved again, fingers curling tight around his girth and the layer of fabric as she pumped up and down his length.

Tingles coursed up her arm. She didn't want this, but she didn't not want it either. It was annoying and bewildering, as the burning hot sensations knifed through her. Her stomach spun with both excitement and shame and disgust.

Tai'dqei couldn't have been more unaware. The scent of Rayelle layered over him, lighting his brain aflame. He wanted to coax every little drop of pleasure from her, until she was a quivering mess and begging for him.

One of Tai'dqei's hands drifted further upward, stroking over the curves of her hip, feeling the softness of her stomach and breasts through the silky fabrics. Even the curviest of yautja didn't have this sort of delicate pliability. Rayelle gave little gasps, back arching under his caresses. Burning intensity flared through him, the desire to touch her, to actually feel her skin-to-skin, clawing through his core.

The warmth of his hands on her made Rayelle's brain swirl with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She wanted to give in, to melt to his touch, to feel something other than conflict and anger and sadness. That part of her had both her hands behind her now, one atop the other, squeezing as much around Tai'dqei's impossibly hot member as they could. Matching the rhythmic rolls of his hips as he sought the friction, as well.

At the same time, she didn't want any of it. The urge to jerk away, to run, to hide and forget any of this was happening swelled in her head. It filled in the empty spaces between her hormonal haze with cold apprehension.

As Tai'dqei began undoing the safety harness, Rayelle's heart jerked. Mustering up as much petulance as she could, masking the turmoil within, she reminded him, "I thought I had to stay buckled for my safety."

"It's safe enough for the moment." As he unclasped the last fastener, the belts reeled back into the seat with a wild zipping hiss. A lump formed in Rayelle's throat, her breaths becoming short and hitched.

Inadvertently, her grasp tightened on his cock. The thick rod flexed at the sudden pressure, making Tai'dqei's hips jerk hard as he gave a low, guttural groan. He curled over her, excited breaths making his chest rise and fall, making Rayelle shift with his breathing.

One hand had fallen to Rayelles breast, his thumb toying with her hard nipple and his fingers squishing her tit through the fabric of her dress. An appreciative clicking left Tai'dqei, as he continued to knead her breast, first one then the other. A keening left her, her back arching as she writhed under vibrations and his groping hand.

His other hand hiked her dress's hem up, over her hips, his clawed fingers sliding easily under the waistband of her leggings.Without thinking, her feet came up onto the seat, bracketing his legs and toes nudging under the crook of his knees to help keep her stabilized.

Rayelle's breath caught in her throat, her attention tilting to his hand. That cold apprehension clawed into place, against the sensual heat licking over her body.

Constant worries and concerns had tired her, making her resolve buckle. If Tai'dqei wanted to touch her, wanted gratification, fine. Let him have it. Maybe once it was over, the conflicting awkward heat would finally bleed away.

The smallest movements, the tiniest sounds, the littlest movements from Rayelle sent heat and pressure pounding through Tai'dqei's body. The end in sight of a drawn-out, repeatedly triggered mating instinct coating his thoughts.

There was a brief, almost frantic, moment where Tai'dqei abandoned all his caresses. Lifting her up to reach under her, releasing the clasps on his protective gear and pull the belted fabric free. Released from its confines, his dick stood tall, demanding attention while Tai'dqei adjusted how Rayelle sat on him.

When he set her back down, he set her higher on his lap, her feet braced on his outer thighs and his cock sprung between her thighs. Rayelle stared down at the cock, the head spear-shaped and the shaft ridged, from what she could see. It looked so big, the heat so close, it made her insides pulse. Her thighs clamped around it, eliciting a delightful hiss from the yautja as her soft flesh melded around his hot hard cock.

But Tai'dqei forced her knees apart again, making a searing pleasure shoot down her spine. He yanked her leggings down, baring her.

"I-I thought you wanted to talk," gasped Rayelle, her brain barely functioning enough to piece together the teasing sentence. Under the taunt, however, there was a small edge of discontent. A small hope he'd hear it. But maybe that was her own imagination. Maybe she was hearing things that weren't there.

"You want to hear me talk about your cunt?" The scent of her arousal dizzied his senses, the sight of her slickened folds teasing his anticipation. A louder excited snarl through his chest, his hips bucking, wanting to land his cock in that soft, wet paradise, but refusing himself for now.

"Want to hear how I can't wait to bury myself in you?"

Between his words and growl sluicing through his chest, hot prickles of ecstasy jolted down her spine. A tremble worked its way down her body, her abdomen clenching hard. She barely had a chance to understand what was happening when his hand landed on her exposed pussy.

"How I want to feel your soft heat pulse around my cock?"

Careful with his claws, Tai'dqei's fore- and ring-finger parted her entry wide, the digits sinking into her soft flesh there. His thumb stroked at her swollen clit, making tremors jolt through her, as his middle finger carefully delved inside her. Electric heat pierced through her, her back arching and her hands grabbing at his arms.

She was surprised at how deft his fingers were and how thick just one felt inside her. Not to mention how well he angled his nails. Though, the occasional graze of a sharp pinprick inside her sent searing delight through her, making her core clench excitedly.

"Feel you clench and writhe as I drill into you?"

Tai'dqei's other hand curled around her throat, not hard enough to choke but enough to keep her in place as his finger slowly slid deeper and deeper into her. The gesture simultaneously sent a hot-cold shot of pleasure and uncertainty through her. A heavy swallow showed he didn't constrain her at all, merely held her in place. Chasing the pleasure, her body rocked against his lower hand, her sounds becoming louder and obscenely breathy.

"Making you come, over and over, until you're pleading for my seed?"

His cock still stood erect between her thighs, flexing and bobbling and oozing with precum. Prompted by carnal whims, Rayelle reached down to stroke it. An almost purring delight reverberated from Tai'dqei, his member flexing to her touch. She couldn't keep a steady pace with her hand, as he worked his finger in and out of her, sending fire through her veins and her inner walls clenching desperately around him.

"Or should I talk about how I'm going to fill you up, cock and cum, until you can't take any more?"

She wasn't sure if it was his words, the image he painted, the way his hands moved on her, or just everything. The pressure spiked inside her, heat clawing at her bones. A sobbed cry escaped her as her body jerked hard, a wave of hot pleasure and a chilly pain crashed over her and seared her nerves. Her hands found the wrist of Tai'dqei's hand at her throat, her fingers curling tight around it and nails biting into his skin as she spasmed.

The way her body tensed and trembled sent a spark through Tai'dqei. Heat sliced down his body, making his cock jump against the plush softness of her thighs. His hips bucked, following the tempo of her thrashing, as she came around his finger. His thumb pressed tight against her clit, rubbing the tiniest of circles along the bundle of nerves.

When Rayelle finally fell slack in his arms, Tai'dqei decided to give her a moment to recuperate before they continued. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths and her body was wracked by the occasional tremble. But it was nothing out of the ordinary for a well-fucked partner.

Until he saw her tears hadn't stemmed. Pleasuring someone until the overwhelming delight brought tears to their eyes wasn't abnormal, in his experience. But once the climax ebbed, so did the tears. Even her throat continued to flex under his palm, as if fighting back louder sobs.

Slowly, his hand released Rayelle's throat and he eased his finger from her still fluttering folds. His question was soft and careful, hesitant to hear the answer, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she warbled, her forced words just as shaky as her trembling body.

Suspicious of her tone, Tai'dqei pressed further with a softer voice, "Are you sure?"

There was a breath of silence. Rayelle debated how to answer him, but her brain was a flurry of aggravating thoughts and perplexities. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she simply asked, "Can I pull my leggings on now?"

Rayelle's dismal tone was the worst sort of knife to Tai'dqei's gut. He gave an absent nod and she slid from his lap to pull up her leggings. He quickly corrected his own coverings, unable to look at Rayelle. Heavy dread and guilt hardened in his stomach.

It took him a moment to pull together the words, but Tai'dqei soon asked, "Did I misunderstand again?"

"No... maybe. I didn't exactly say yes or no, but I enjoyed it. I just... I also didn't enjoy it." The more Rayelle explained, the more the tears swelled in her eyes. She pressed her face into her hands as she started to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure I even understand myself right now."

Tai'dqei fell quiet once more, watching how Rayelle's shoulders scrunched up toward her ears. His gaze fell to his hands in his lap. Flexing his hands, he felt that was all he could really do without making the situation worse. He felt frozen to his chair, unable to move lest he upset Rayelle further.

His thoughts took form, before he could adjust his words, "What am I supposed to do?"

Had he really asked that? It took Rayelle a moment to parse his words. It sounded so much, too much, like sexual partners of the past. Those who were upset she didn't want to continue. Those who blamed her 'teasing' nature for their own erections and demanded gratification.

It wasn't even like she didn't want to make Tai'dqei come, either! She did... but, well... she also didn't. Thinking about it made her head throb. So she reverted to the path of least resistance.

When she lowered her hands and turned her eyes to him, his own gaze flickered to her face. His stomach fell further at her expression. Resignation, disappointment, sadness. It all crumpled her features. "I guess I could finish you with my mouth or something. If you really-"

"That's not what I meant," he sharply interrupted her, a little offended she'd think that's what he meant. He risked shifting in the chair, sitting straighter and leaning toward Rayelle. "What should I do to help you?"

"I-" Rayelle was so close to saying she didn't know what he could do to help her. What could anyone do? Her reaction was a broken one. Both enjoying and not enjoying what had happened. Being conflicted about something she had, essentially, guided.

But it was the truth and the confusing aches she felt turned toward creature comforts she recognized.

"Do you have, like, a couch? Somewhere comfortable to sit." Rayelle almost surprised herself when she answered him. In the chaos of her current life, she had forgotten these familiarities even existed. She turned her eyes to Tai'dqei, feeling a little more comfortable even though she still sounded tired and almost expecting denial, "And a way to watch shows or something?"

Happy for the guidance, Tai'dqei motioned for Rayelle to give him space as he stood. "Follow me."

She was hesitant, given everything that had happened, but she eventually fell in step behind Tai'dqei. He led her back to the mess, pausing to indicate a broad space of emptiness. She hadn't paid it much mind, in all honesty. But now, Tai'dqei motioned to the ceiling, where a then rectangle could be seen.

"Usually, I have a screen on display - which slides down from the ceiling - and comfortable seating arranged here," he explained, hoping to cut off any later suspicions when he told Rayelle her actual options. "My prior passenger not only damaged my safety belts, but also did irreparable damage to a settee and some more comfortable chairs here."

"Oh," she mumbled, frowning a little at the inconvenience. All she really wanted was to curl up on a couch, put on some mind numbing television, and bask in some characters' asinine drama, instead of her own.

"You're free to bring out blankets and pillows, to watch here. But there is one other option." He didn't really like the thought of her laying on the floor. Especially if they got blindsided by an enemy. For now, while in the clear and with her so obviously upset, Tai'dqei had to force himself to allow it as an option.

Without looking at her, mentally preparing for her distrust again, Tai'dqei strode away. He moved down the hall, back toward his quarters.

Rayelle's stomach dropped at that realization. Her other option was in his room? Residual heat from their recent escapade clawed across her cheeks. She dawdled by Tai'dqei's open door, not looking into his room as she struggled with her own inner debate.

Maybe, she should just choose the floor in the mess. Rayelle pressed her lips together, not really pleased with that idea. Really, watching television in a bedroom sounded much more cozy, much more welcome, than the hard floor.

Finally, she peeked into his room.

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