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[La_Reina]

Jaz stared at the planet Klendashu from her ship. It had 3 maybe 4 moons, but only one had enough elements for the monster she was hunting. Jaz was one of the best hunters in the galaxy. She was lithe, agile, smart, and mean. She didn't care about your sob story or what you did to get put on a nice little piece of paper (or hologram) with your face and bounty. If the money was good she put her initials and always got her man, woman, and twice child; race (this includes non-human) was not an issue for Jaz.

Contrary to popular belief Jaz is human ... mostly. She has a little cybernetics, but all it does is help her withstand a bit more pain than most humans. She had this installed after a little incident with a sledge hammer wielding crazy sonnabitch she finally was able to take down. Now it seemed that she was one of the few people where her ability to withstand pain would come in handy. This ... undiscovered species like to rape and pillage. It recognized male and females killing all males and raping the females. 98% of those females died during the act of intercourse. Though Jaz had no intentions of him getting that close to her. Though the fact she had to take him in alive almost had her decline the bounty. But it was 5x's the normal rate. It seems scientists really wanted to get their hands on this one.

"Long Claw," Jaz said outloud as she guided her ship over to the most likely moon. She stared at the pictures of the thing trying to see it's flaws, what it mostly used to defend itself, and how she could take it down.



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[Talon]

The alien known as Long Claw returned to it's ship, dropping the freshly killed corpse of it's next meal to the ground next to it. The kill was what humans called a dinosaur, the most advanced form of life on the moon that Long Claw had made it's temporary base of operations. The hunt had done little to satisfy Claw's bloodthirst, not like killing a human did. The memory of his last excursion had begun to fade, it would be time to hunt for real prey again soon, both to kill and to mate with. Claw's species was relatively short lived, thirty earth years, and the instinct to mate was especially strong in adult males such as Long Claw. The desire to mate could become strong enough to even override the need for food if he went a long enough period without. The moon he was currently on had no species capable of mating with, Claw had already tried unsuccessfully several times, and the need was at the front of his mind now.

Long Claw reached down to rip a chunk off the dinosaurs flank and rip a bite off the raw meat. He was roughly humanoid in shape but much larger than any standard human. Eight feet tall with massively muscled limbs and reptilian like rough skin, Claw was only average size for a male of his species. A rough, worn metal helmet, currently pulled back far enough to expose his fanged mouth, served as a breathing apparatus to sustain him in any environment. A wide belt at his waist was the only other piece of clothing, holding a large pistol on one hip and a wickedly curved blade on the other. His natural weapons included a bone spike on each shoulder and smaller spikes running the length of his spine, as well as short claws at the end of each finger. His skin was currently a dark shade of green but it would subtly change colors to match the predominant color of his surroundings.

Long Claw pulled the blade from it's belt, crouching to hack a larger piece of meat from the corpse. He had set up motion detectors around the perimeter of his ship that would alert him through his helmet display if tripped. Claw spit out a piece of bone with a growl. He rubbed a hand against the large phallic appendage that hung openly between his legs. He needed a release. As soon as he finished the meal he would need to find another settlement to fufill his lusts, both for carnage and for females.

 

[La_Reina]

Jaz landed her ship in the trees. People rarely looked up and she didn't know this Long Claw, but he acted like a raving human. She didn't think he would look up either. She opened the hatch on her ship and looked down. 20 feet or so. A good drop. She took a step, felt air, and then her hair was flying upward as she descended. Her feet touched the ground, she bent her knees, and the momentum had her landing with one hand on the ground and her head whipping up around her. The shock of the jump would have killed anyone else, but damn cybernetics was a cool ass company. It was like stepping off a curb.

It was quiet. Jaz stood up. She would need to make camp; find a base and stalk her prey. He wasn't human and he was a murderer. Doing it in her ship wouldn't give her easy access as she would like. Jaz activated the cloak on her ship and it vanished. The trees were slightly bent, but you had to be paying attention to notice the dip. She would find her ship or just unactivate the cloaking device. She took off at a small jog with only a small electron pistol, rope, a wicked hacking knife, and about 10 throwing combat knives not to mention a pack with food, water, and other necessities.

It was almost 3 hours when she finally found a pattern. She traced it back slowly. It was a small path and as she entered a clearing she saw a ship. She hadn't realized she set off a motion detector. They were well placed as she slowly moved forward. It was the 3rd motion detector she set off before she realizing something was wrong. She heard a small ping. She halted immediately and glanced around. There. A small device. "Smart bastard."

Jaz turned and sprinted into the forest going away from her ship. She dived into the first large river she found and felt the current take her down stream and over a ledge. She kicked her legs together and plunged into deeper river before she finally came down a few miles and made it to the side. She knew two things: Where he lived and he used technology. As did she. It was a cat and mouse game and she could get set up.

Now the game begins.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw dropped the hunk of meat next to the carcass as the motion sensor alarm screeched through his helmets audio system, reaching up to slap the helmet down into position. He stood and spun in the direction indicated on the helmets visual display, pulling the pistol from his belt as he moved. Probably one of the predator species of the moon that had smelled the carcass. He caught a glimpse of movement in the treeline but couldn't make out what it was before it disappeared into the thick trees. Long Claw took off at a run, his long stride quickly carrying him to the location of the sensor that had been tripped. The grass was trampled a few feet inside the perimeter before the intruder had realized that they had tripped the alarm and fled back into the woods. He crouched down beside the trail and pulled his helmet up again, taking a deep breath of air through his nostrils to test the scent. His species evolved from the top predators on his home planet and had not lost the skill of the hunt in all dimensions. Something odd was in the scent, definitely not reptilian it smelled more mammalian, just the slightest hint of something he had not encountered before during his time on this moon but at the same time it was familiar. He slapped the helmet down onto his head once more and jerked his head up to scan the treeline. The lingering scent was a light hint of sweat. A human.

Long Claw moved back to his ship and collected the rest of his hunting gear. Perhaps it was someone who had crash landed here, or was in search of emergency supplies. He pulled a bandolier across his chest that held spare energy packs for the pistol and carried a collapsable spear in a holster across his back. Unfortunately the chance was slim that this human would be female, most likely a male explorer tasked with charting unexplored worlds and moons. At least the kill would sate his bloodlust if that was the case. He pulled a thick length of cloth through the front of his belt to hang down the front, concealing his sex. He turned and closed the ramp of his ship, locking it with his handprint from a panel on the outside.

He pulled the spear from his back and extended it to it's full length, following the light trail through the trees. His species was not developed like humans in the aspects of art and social interaction, the hunt and the kill the only thing valued highly. Long Claw was among the best hunters of his tribe, and his longer stride carried him easily along the trail at almost twice the speed of his prey. He reached the spot where the human had taken to the water and nodded in admiration. His prey was knowledge in the ways of the hunt. It had been a while since he had been challenged. Perhaps this would be more satisfying than he first thought. Long Claw followed the flow of the current from the riverbank, careful to watch for signs that the prey had exited the water.

 

[La_Reina]

Jaz made sure that she didn't rustle a plant, bend a stem, or trample anything as she slowly backtracked to Long Claw's home. She made sure to keep a distance and at this moment she had scaled a tree and was as high up as she could go. The tree was just a shade darker than her own skin tone, but her clothes matched the leaves and she was hidden within it's massive leaves. She wasn't near his home, but with electronic binoculars she could kinda see his base of operations. She had caught sight of him only once in the past two days. His camouflage was better than hers and she had to strain to see him; if she thought she saw movement.

He was now at his base now. Now was as good a time to strike as ever. Jaz let her weight drop her to the earth and paused listening straining; nothing. Good. She stood up and walked with the foliage again making sure not to give away the direction she had come in. She was near a boundary she had put up for his home in her mind when she felt her foot sink in a bit. There was no time to hide this footprint; a small size 7. She doubt it would tell him anything more than she had came near his home ... again.

She paused not knowing his technology or where his motion detectors were, but knowing they were there. She would set up a simple distraction and see if she could just hit him with a simple tranquil shot. Simple. The best plans usually were. She threw a smoke tablet near his home and watched it shrivel before it burst and started smoking. She waited 3 heartbeats and threw another. Her plan: He'll run into the smoke, she'll come up behind him, she'll stick the needle in his neck, he'll go down. Game over. Bounty won.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw had spent several hours following the river until he found the spot where the human had taken to land. A few footprints in the mud leading from the river and disappearing into the trees. He kneeled to examine the print, tracing the outline with a claw. The imprint was of a small, combat style boot. Smaller than a typical human male. Long Claw growled, looking back at the river. The current had been fast moving for most of the river he had followed, carrying the human at perhaps a slightly faster pace than Claw had run. It had allowed the human to at least maintain a lead on him, if not gaining a little bit of ground. His prey would be long gone if they were truly skilled, and the trail was well hidden, so continuing to follow this point would only allow it to gain futher ground on him. He slammed a fist into the print, standing out of the crouch and turning to head back to his ship.

Long Claw spent the next few days scouting the area around his ship. His predator instincts were on high alert but he failed to find any sign of his prey. Perhaps they had left the moon already, but a constant itch in the back of his skull told him differently. His primitive mind was focused on the image of the bootprint he had found. Small bootprint. A female perhaps? The sexual drive that had been pushed aside during the hunt resurfaced. Yes...a female. Release. Claw pounded a fist against his chest and roared. If everything worked in his favor, he wouldn't even need to leave his moon to find her. If she hadn't escaped already.

Long Claw had been to a few other populated non-human worlds during his time away from his tribe. None of the females on those worlds had been as satisfying as human females. Some of them had been dissapointingly incompatible for mating. His sexual organ was comparable to a human male in form and function but many times larger in size. Because of this, the females he had encountered had not always shared the opinion that their mating was pleasureable. Females of his own species were larger than the males and mating was usually a violent and unwanted act, so the males had developed the larger organ to increase in their chances of successful penetration. Long Claw was exceptionally large in this department, which ultimately earned him the nickname. His species partially determined social standing based on this size, which equates to extra chances of successful breeding, and he might even become the leader of his tribe if he survived his brutal lifestyle.

Long Claw was eating from a fresh carcass in the woodline, watching his ship from a hidden lookout point in the thick branches of a tree. He had set up a holographic projector near his ship and a recorder just infront of his current position, projecting an image of him crouching over his meal into the center of his camp. The technology was not his, taken from a conquered civilization by his tribe, and it worked well for setting up an ambush. Two smoke grenades exploded in the center of his camp, obscuring the hologram in smoke and giving away the ruse as the smoke floated through the image and distorted it. He flipped off the recorder and the image vanished, slapping down his helmet once more and scanning the far treeline on the other side of the clearing his camp was positioned in. He spotted a figure just outside his far perimeter, the image enhancing several times as the eyepieces of his helmet magnified it. It was a female. Dark skinned, lithe, agile. She had attempted to set up an ambush herself, deeply underestimating him in the process. He dropped from the tree, running just inside the woodline to circle around to her position. She had begun to creep towards the smoke as he emerged from the woodline behind her, pulling the pistol from his belt and piercing the silence with a loud hiss as he fired off a bolt of energy. His aim was for a lone tree several yards away from her, the bolt crashing into the tree in a shower of sparks. She spun to find him walking towards her, pistol once again in his belt, replaced by the hunting spear that mechanically snapped into its full size as he activated it. He roared fiercely behind his helmet. He had just upped the stakes in their game of cat and mouse...her move.

 

[La_Reina]

After she threw the smoke pellets she took a few steps to her right and paused. Because of the angle she had missed him standing only 100 yards eating meat. She blinked and was going to back track and take him down when her smoke ... went through him! Was this some sort of new technology his species was capable of? She hadn't been informed of that. This would change the game. She took a few steps closer, he looked up, and disappeared. Jaz tilted her head slightly. Maybe he was still here, but as she got closer she saw the projector.

A trap?! Too late an explosion went off missing her by a mile. She turned and he was coming towards her. He was huge in the picture, in person he was massive. She looked at his hands and all he had was the spear. "You missed me on purpose didn't you? wanted a fight huh?" Jaz smiled and it touched her eyes with a just a tiny spark of blood lust. She unbuttoned her army green shirt and pulled it off. Underneath she wore a black female's version of a wife beater T, but her was ripped right above her belly button. She still had on the cargo pants tucked into combat boots.

Now this fight was fair and unfair. She hadn't her usual tools as she was to bring this monster in ALIVE. Stupid scientists. She had thought to surprise him, trap him, and tranquilize him in that order. So she only had on her was her combat knives, something she never leaves home without and a tranq needle. "Okay, big boy. You wanna play. Let's play." She unstrapped two knives from her thigh placing them in her hands; the weight balanced and she twirled it expertly as she did something most men didn't expect from a female. She charged.

She ran at him and at the last moment rolled and came up slicing at this thigh. He had turned, but she grazed him just a bit. She heard his roar of outrage and still on the ground, one knee down, she looked up at him and Tsk'd. "Don't underestimate me and I won't underestimate you." She charged again this time she twirled in a circle behind him. She got his arm, but he was fast; almost too fast and he slammed the shaft of the speak into her body. As she flew through the air two thoughts rang through her mind: he was really strong and when she landed this might hurt.

She was right. It rattled and hurt and if she wasn't a bit enhanced she was would internal damage. Instead she stood up and spit blood onto the ground sure she could shake that off. It was the sound of his yell and him thundering through the brush that gave him away. She jumped up, planted one foot on the tree, and lashed out with her other leg as she pushed off. She caught him in the face as she rolled and brought up two more knives in each hand. She felt blood trickle down her nose and knew she had a split lip. He had two cuts as well. She smiled up at him clearly enjoying herself. The woman was obviously insane.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw's helmet translated her words into something he could understand, an approximation of what she had said in his simple language. He did want to play with her, but he doubted that they had he same game in mind. The blood oozing from the cuts on his leg and arm hardened, the blood already clotting and preventing him from bleeding out. His body couldn't heal the wounds outright, but fresh blood was no longer leaking from the wounds. They circled each other sowly in brief respite from the conflict, knives twirling in her hands and the spear spinning in his fist slowly. He did not recognize and appreciate beauty as humans did, but what he did appreciate was her tightly toned fighters body and light colored caramel skin. He had not seen a female quite like her during his time in this Galaxy, and his mouth was watering in anticipation of a fresh conquest.

She lunged forward and he sidestepped, the quickness of her blade allowing it to graze the inside of the arm holding the spear before he pulled it back. His free hand delivered a punch to her sternum, knocking her backwards and off balance. She didn't miss the opportunity to also slice the back of his hands as she slid backwards, recovering quickly. He growled. Those knives were deadly quick, he needed to get them away from her. He thrust his spear into the ground beside him, charging her and reaching out to grab her wrists. His right hand locked onto her left wrist easily, but her right hand slipped free and stabbed the blade deep into his side. He roared, bending down to headbutt her forehead to forehead with his helmet. The powerful blow knocked her from her feet to the grass a few feet back, one knife remaining buried to the hilt in his side and the other falling to her side a few feet away. She had managed to lash out with her feet as she fell, kicking him square in the gut and pushing him a few steps backwards.

Long Claw reached down to his side to pull the knife free and toss it away, blood running down his side and thigh. She had taken the time while he was distracted to retrieve her knife and regain her footing, crouched into a fighting stance. Long Claw pulled his spear from the ground and leveled it at her. If the fight continued in this manner, death would be the only form of surrender. He flexed his shoulders and she heard a wet squishing sound as two tentacles emerged from behind his shoulder and two from the sides of his thighs. The tentacles briefly writhed in the air before launching towards her, aiming for her wrists and ankles.

 

[La_Reina]

The fight was a good one. He was lethal, quick, and fucking strong. No wonder they sent for her. She could withstand the blows and hell she liked a good fight. It had been a while since she was sent after anyone who didn't immediately see her and surrender. Her reputation wasn't false, but exaggerated only slightly. Most people didn't want to see if it was true that she slowly pulled the entrails of one foe as he watched writhing in pain; uh quickly. It was true, but the guy was a sadistic bastard and needed to know how it felt when the shoe was on the other foot.

With all this she was confident. She would defeat him in time. He was getting in good hits, but so was he. She wasn't sure of his endurance level, but she could go like this for a while longer and still laugh and sing later. This was her entertainment. That was until tentacles came from him. "What ... the ...FUCK!" That wasn't in the reports! No one said anything about him having extra appendages. Though now it did make a bit more sense. How he was able to take on so many at once. She thought he was just that good; he was, but now he had 6 arms instead of 2. She wasn't sure how to defeat this. Her confidence was wavering. She felt a foreign emotion trickle through her and she recognized it as fear. NO! She would not let him dictate her feelings. She was Jaz!

Jaz had lost 3 knives in her collection of 10. As the tentacles came at her she rolled and almost got away. One came at her arm with the knife holding it tightly. She reached down toward her thighs and pulled out another knife aiming to slice the tentacle away. Another tentacle wrapped around her leg, than another around her other leg. She kept waving her non-weapon hand wildly causing his last tentacle to wrap around her forearm instead of hand. She felt herself lifted off the ground. She reached down to her thigh and managed to get another knife. She tried to cut herself free, but he was holding her spread eagle. Instead she threw the knife and it grazed his shoulder just missing. She never missed, but at this eagle.

She felt him loosen a little and exchanging the other knife into her throwing arm she threw again and watched it twirl end over end into his gut. He howled and dropped her. She fell hard on her side. It was a reaction and if she didn't get out of there he was going to be back. Jaz ran. It was 10 steps before she slipped into predator mode and seemed to disappear into the brush. She leaned back against a tree breathing hard, holding her side. She was sure she cracked a rib with that last fall. A tingling, a sixth sense, she looked around the tree, and if it wasn't for the writhing tentacles she would have missed him. He was looking the other way, but there.

Jaz pushed from the tree sinking further into the tree line. She twisted so not to disturb the brush as she went through brushes. She glanced back at him and for his skin she couldn't quite make him out. She clutched her side feeling the burning pain. She turned forward just as she saw those things coming at her.

 

[Talon]

His tentacles struck with the speed of a striking serpent, lashing onto her wrist an ankles again with a slimy grip. The tentacles snapped her limbs out straight, arms over her head, and pulled her into him. He had seen her favoring her side and launched a half strength punch against hurt ribs. Hard enough to hurt her, but he didn't want to kill her just yet. There was a moment of silence as the mask stared into her face, held up to his level by the tentacles. This female was almost tough enough to survive amongst his kin, tougher than any human male he had encountered. She didn't look like a fearsome fighter at first glance, but every inch of her compact frame was built for combat. He reached out and used a claw to cut away at the straps that held the knife sheaths on her thighs, letting them fall to the forest floor. The tentacles held her with an iron grip, not making the same mistake twice, and stretched her frame uncomfortably tight. He reached up to pull the helmet off his head, revealing his face to her for the first time. His eyes were reptilian, shining golden orbs with a black dot in center, but his facial structure was almost human like the rest of his body. His nose was square and flat, a lipless mouth held a mouthful of sharp teeth.

She struggled to free herself from the tentacles with no success as he pulled her towards him, bringing her body close to his. His head lowered to her neck with a loud sniff, breathing in her scent. His breathing was accented by a low growling in his throat and occasional alien clicks. He lifted her slowly as he sniffed her body, his rough tounge lashing out to taste her skin occasionally in places where it was bare. His tentacles stopped her ascent as his head was level with her waist. She lashed out with a knee, ever the fighter, that smacked into his pectoral muscle to little effect. His hands came up to grip the insides of her lower garments, claws scraping against her skin as his fingers slid inside. His hands ripped each side of her garments away from her body, roughly splitting them in half to be thrown away to each side. His head moved between her thighs to sniff her scent again, rough tounge running up her slit to taste her at the same time. She kicked out again, thigh knocking his head away from her. His fist shot up again to punch her in the ribs, knocking the air out of her before the tentacles released their grip to allow her to fall to the forest floor. His foot kicked aside the items on the ground infront of him, stepping forward to tower over her. The two tentacles from his thighs lashed out and secured her legs once more, preventing her from standing.

His shoulder tentacles creeped down to wrap around her upper arms and awkwardly pull her up onto her knees. She had to move her legs underneath her or risk the movement beaking them, he didn't show any signs that he cared either way. Her head was level with his knees, her free fists pounding against his thighs. A hand dropped to his belt, releasing the buckle and allowing it to fall to to the ground. The cloth covering his front was taken with it, the massive alien's strangely human looking cock hanging limply between his thighs. She could smell the musky scent of the phermones he was releasing in preperation of mating, the thick head dripping with slimy precum just above her face. The look on the females face when they realized this is what he would use to fuck them with was priceless, and this particular females look didn't dissapoint.

 

[La_Reina]

Jaz didn't scream, but she grunted as she felt his appendages wrapped around her once more. She was hauled into the air slightly turned as the appendages took her weight, but didn't lift her evenly. She was moved closer to Long Claw and she knew she was going to die. He lashed out and she gasped at the pain unable to cry out as he hit her bruised ribs. She tried to curl in on herself, but the tentacles pulled tighter making the pain that much worse.

"Fuck you, you bastard," she snarled into his mask. When you're backed into a corner sometimes insults would find you an opening. It never worked on her, but maybe it'll work for her. It seemed a long time as she stared into that scary ass mask her face contorted in anger and false bravado as she imagined he was running through the possible ways to kill her. He reached up and to her shame she felt another trickle of fear run down her body until she realized he was taking off the mask. A mask that revealed the first best close up view of his true face; very human like for a monster.

She was moved even closer and she knew that was a bad idea. You don't show your true face until you made up that mind that that person was going to die. She struggled, she squirmed, she did everything she could think of except tire herself out as she got closer and closer. She was freaked out when he began ... sniffing her! She managed to make contact with her knees and he managed to take a bruise rib and crack it. She felt it. Especially when he dropped her and she couldn't turn her body in time to not land partially on that side. She moaned in pain before she felt those famillar things on her body and she grimaced. She was hauled to her knees managing to manuever her legs and she rolled her eyes up to him. She knew this position. It was a very human concept and when he pulled his cloth from his body her eyes bulged.

"Oh ... hell .. no..." That thing was massive. There was no way in hell she'll get her mouth to open that wide without unhinging her jaw and if he thought to push that in her she'll split in two. She now understood how he could rape a woman to death. It wasn't his hits that killed the women causing internal damage it was his ... member. With renewed strength Jaz slammed her fists down on the tentacles at her legs. They uncurled around her moving back to him in a reactionary movement. She threw an uppercut as his balls and felt herself thrown back onto the dirt. She skidded a few feet giving her a nasty rug burn on her back. Without waiting she got up and went into the brush.

She wasn't sure if he was following, but she managed to lose him. She returned to her camp and found her extra set of clothes. A pair of short shorts and a t-shirt. She still had her boots and socks on. She went to her ship intent of getting out of here, but the electronics weren't working. It was almost as if her ship had been fried. She went into the computer system and found a bug that she couldn't remove. If there wasn't the DNA of Long Claw with his weight on the ship than it would not start up. Which meant her superiors thought she had met her match and might run. That infuriated her and saddened her at how accurate they were. She was stranded and the only way off this rock was to get her bounty.

It had been days since they last met. Jaz managed to heal slightly due to her cybernetics and as he got more aggressive she got more bold. She managed to set up flares in a certain section of wood. When he walked into it flares went off behind, infront, all around him. She watched from long range with binoculars as he twirled around trying to find the enemy. She was certain she scared the shit out of him. She laughed and a transmitter carried her voice to him. "That's for stripping me naked. I owe you so much more before I hog tie you and send you back to a lab to be cut up."

She turned off the transmitter and hauled tail it to another spot. She never visited the same place twice. She took power naps unless she had good intel he was down for the night. She set traps up everywhere just as much as he did and they played the game flawlessly. Neither actually physically near the other. Until one time she had found a waterfall and was bathing. She had intel he was back at his base when she heard splashing. She climbed up on the ridge and glanced down to see him slowly come under the water where she had been moments before. If he looked up he would see her and she didn't have any weapons on her. Her pistol and hacking saw where hidden with her clothes nearby. It seemed he was oblivious to her presence, but if he looked up about 10 feet she was right over him. What to do? What to do? If he looked up she would jump down on him and try to drown him. Yes, that's her plan except she didn't want to press her naked form against him. She already knew he carnal urges and didn't want to lead him on.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw watched her naked form flee through the trees as he crouched with a hand to his groin. He could pursue, probably catch her, but he was interested to see how she would engage in the hunt from this point. Sexual conquest would come in time, for now his predatory nature was aroused almost to the same level as his overwhelming lust. Few could challenge him in this manner, certainly no humans had up until this point, and it would be a shame to cut the game short before it had fully played out. He stood, collecting his belt and weapons before moving back to his ship.

In the days following their battle he had only tripped one of her traps. Retribution for the ambush he had pulled on her back at his ship. The flares had blinded him momentarily, and the fact she had not taken advantage of this and killed him left him a bit puzzled. She must not be allowed to kill him for some strange reason. She obviously didn't share his desire to mate, so what could she possibly want from him. He realized at that point that it was no mere coincidence that she had stumbled upon his camp. She was hunting him.

He had followed a few trails of her scent, now catalogued in his brain, to no avail. She must have understood this and used it to her advantage, leading him on false trails that had at times set him from her true path. He was becoming frustrated with his lack of progress, no creature on any planet had ever been able to outsmart him to this degree, but he never considered giving up. The frustration only caused him to become more dedicated to his task. Meals had become something ate on the run, a snake snatched from a tree or a small rodent speared as it burst from the underbrush. His kind needed little sleep, and he chose to rest during the day when he figured she would be on the move and hunt at night, opposite the normal human circadian rhythm. Several uneventful nights passed with little to show for his efforts.

He had picked up on her scent just before dusk, leading him towards a waterfall he had passed several days prior. He could only imagine it was another ruse, but the scent was stronger this time so he followed. The scent was strongest at a waterfall, slow flowing into a waist deep pond of clear blue water. The perfect spot for a human to bathe. She must have used this pond recently, she couldn't be far. He splashed into the water, only knee high for his tall height, looking about the dirt bank surrounding the water for any signs of her passage. He pulled his hunting spear from its holster on his back, pressing a button on the haft that extended each end to its full length. He stilled his motion in the water, the splashing of the waterfall and insects of the night the only sounds. He felt he was being watched...but from where? He spun in a slow circle, the eyepieces of his helmet zooming in on the riverbank and searching for any sign of broken branches or footprints. He came back around to where he had entered the pond, following the waterfall up. Soon enough his line of sight would pass directly over where she was currently hiding.

 

[La_Reina]

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! She watched him look around and he had that spear out again. She looked through the waterfall had wear she had hidden her belongings before she glanced back down at him. He did a slow circle and she wondered if she was missing her chance to attack. Than again he might just leave. He might bathe or just simply leave. She was hoping for the latter when she saw his head tilt back. She wasn't sure where his eyes were going but as his head tilted back further and further she knew she was done for.

Jaz tried to find a rock or something, but it was a waterfall. All the loose rocks had been swept away and the perch she was on was smooth. She had nothing for a distraction and she counted to 3. His mask was in the right position to see her and it was the tightening of the grip on his spear that told her he found her. He hesitated. Maybe it was her naked form crouch and inadvertently showing everything that done it. She didn't care. She jumped down landing half on him half off. She felt how hard his body was and it almost felt like she hit another tree. She oomphed as he threw her back through the waterfall.

Jaz took this time to try to get to the bank. She felt those tiny slippery things tighten around her waist and she dug her nails into it. He uncurled the one, but 3 more were shooting at her. She had gotten better at dodging and managed to make it out of his range as she jumped onto the bank and into the shrubbery. She managed to grab her clothes and weapons and was sprinting through the brush while trying to put on clothes. This made her slow and she managed to put on the shorts and had dropped the pistol when a tentacle wrapped around her throat. She immediately stopped and looked up at him. Her hand was inches from the pistol and she was debating if she could get it and shoot him before he choked her to death.

 

[Talon]

She could feel his eyes behind the metal mask bore into her own, the tip of the hunting spear placed against her neck, ready to pierce the artery there that would cause her to bleed out in moments. They stood there locked in a staredown for several moments, the pistol frustratingly close to her fingers but the spearpoint pressing into her neck keeping her from reaching down any further. The tentacle around her neck slithered free, latching onto her waist and squeezing. He closed the distance between them, a foot stepping down onto the pistol and sinking it down into the dirt under his weight. His other hand reached down to his belt and pulled the plasma gun free, the cold barrel resting against her shoulder and pressing into the flesh of her neck opposite the spearpoint. The spear was removed and retracted, placed into the holster against his back. She had seen the damage the pistol had done to the tree earlier, one shot would easily end her life at this range.

He could see the hatred in her eyes as she looked at him, the determination to win, to take him as her prisoner. He wasn't thinking that far ahead, consumed by the thought of her flesh wrapped around his, and the burning in his loins that needed to be sated. The metal mask translated his words into rough English in a deep, robotic voice. "Knees...mouth." He could not form sentences intelligently, but they both knew what he meant. To emphasize his point, a fist slammed down onto her shoulder and drove her to her knees, his hand gripping her throat and tilting her head up towards him. He kept the barrel of the pistol against her neck with the other hand. A tentacle from his thigh crudely unbuckled his belt, giving her a strange sense of deja vu as they stood in the same position as they had a few days earlier. The tentacle wrapped around the base of his massive limp phallus, lifting the shaft so that she was staring straight into the bulbous head just inches from her face. He spoke again in that deep robotic voice. " Suck...". She didn't know how he expected her to take him, but he obviously cared little for her opinion on the subject.

He towered over her, awaiting her response as a tentacle slid down her back and into the back of her shorts. It slid through her asscrack to the front, the tip probing her pussy roughly. His two shoulder tentacles wrapped around her wrists, leaving her free to use her hands but ready to restrain her should she try to escape again.

 

[La_Reina]

She barely breathed, barely swallowed, as they stood at a fork in the road. The tentacle was gone and she breathed better moving slightly forward before that damn spear caused her to back up. He walked closer and she tried to flex her fingers wanting to get to the gun. He stepped on it. It was gone. She was bested. And scared as the pistol was now at her neck.

Jaz was ready. She glared at the thing ready for the end. She narrowed her eyes at his command. She rather burn but his fist sent her to her knees and she moaned in pain grabbing her shoulders and massaging the pain away. "Bastard," she muttered as her head whipped up to stare into that mask. She knew what he looked like and she scowled in disgust. Especially as that monstrosity came at her again and the tentacle actually caressed it. She shivered in repulsion and turned her head.

She felt something behind her and she squirmed trying to get up before she was slammed back down. She felt something push into her tightness and she tried to grab at it and remove it. It went deeper and seemed to expand pressing against the right spot as she gasped. His hips flexed and the tip of his cock pressed into her wet mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, but he was too big for her to close it so she was just adding pressure. Than she was trying not to choke or break her jaw as he flexed and went deeper to the back of her throat before pulling back.

Jaz closed her eyes, but that was worse. The feelings intensify and the probing became more aggressive, hard, and she felt herself getting wetter. Dammit, if she didn't like rough sex almost animalistic and the thing either read her like a book or was into the same damn things she was. She grazed her teeth over the shaft not biting, but creating a different friction that if he was into pain would be just on this side of pleasure. She wasn't trying to please it, just get it off, so she could stop doing this humiliating yet pleasurable thing. Maybe then he'll kill her.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw let out a low growl as the head of his cock popped into her mouth, relishing the contact of her warm tounge on the underside of it after having waited so long. The skin of his cock was almost cream colored, like the belly of a lizard or frog, but she noticed that as she took more of the shaft into her mouth it began to change color to resemble her carmel skin everywhere her mouth passed over. To her surprise he didn't try to pull her head down onto his shaft or thrust down her throat roughly, for the moment he was content to allow her to work at her own pace and take what she could without harming her. He felt her teeth scrape lightly at his shaft as she pulled back, keeping the head in her mouth, before moving back down it until the head hit the back of her throat. She could feel him hardening in her mouth from her efforts, extending as it became erect, she was able to stretch her jaws open to their widest point and still take him in her mouth.

The tentacle in her pants was working in and out of her tight slit with a steady pace, thick enough to rub against all her inner walls but not thick enough to be painful, just uncomfortable. The tentacle that had been wrapped around his cock released its grip, running down her chest between her breasts and entering the front of her pants. The tip of the tentacle pressed against her clit and began sliding back and forth over it in rhythm with the second tentacle thrusting inside her, working in concert. The tentacles around her wrists released their grip, wrapping around her breasts and squeezing them roughly.

He felt a moan involuntarily escape her throat and vibrate out around his cock. He admired the way she took to the task, not screaming or crying but working with a sense of dedication. He bucked his hips forward to gain her attention and she looked up into his metal mask. "More." was all he said in that robotic voice, gripping the base of his cock with a hand to steady it, the other hand moving to the back of her head. He didn't push just yet, he wanted to see how far she would push herself. She moved her eyes down to its length, the head now in her mouth, and could tell by the color how far her mouth had progressed. She had taken less than a third in her mouth. The tentacle sliding in and out of her pussy increased its pace and the second rubbing against her clit matched it. The hand on the back of her head nudged her forward, signaling that he wished her to begin.

 

[La_Reina]

She didn't like this. This was horrible. She hated what he was doing. At least she kept telling herself that. She wasn't wet and bouncing/bucking her hips against the tentacles trying to get them deeper. She wasn't licking the head and underside of his shaft as he entered her mouth. She wasn't moaning loudly, slurping the biggest cock she had ever seen. She didn't want to taste his seed see if it tasted better than his human counterparts or if she could swallow it all.

What the fuck! Jaz snapped her eyes opened and mentally cursed herself out. What was she doing? Fucking a fucking bounty and an alien that had tried to kill her at that. This thing all but raped her and she was sitting like some sex starved whore bouncing on him and wanting more. With great inner strength Jaz stopped the grinding of her hips and her inner muscles clenching that hard thing that felt fucking good inside her.

She felt him move and she glanced up to have him command her again. She growled. Having never deep throated before she didn't know what he wanted. She opened her mouth a bit more and felt him hit the usual spot at the back of her throat just at the point when she would gag before sliding back out. She couldn't do any better and that's when she felt it. She was trying so hard, but his tentacle flickered over her clit and she cried out in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good and she could feel herself losing control over her own body. She tried not to twitch, but her body was taking control; she was losing to her own feelings.

Her hips twitched and she felt the glorious beginnings of an orgasm. That point where you'll do anything to achieve it. Where you feel good, better than good, and you can't stop if you tried. Nothing can or will stop you if you're left to your own devices. Squeezing her eyes tightly Jaz tried to ignore that feeling, but it was slowly building and becoming stronger. Moaning loudly ... wait when was she moaning. Dammit! She felt her mouth suck him in deeper and he went a centimeter down her throat before he slid back out. She was going to cum and she barely recognized she was supposed to be getting him off she could die. She didn't care any longer. All that mattered was what was between her legs.

 

[Talon]

He watched as she obeyed, her lips stretching out away from her teeth to attempt to gain every inch of ground that she could on his shaft. He felt her throat take him in just a bit deeper before she pulled back this time. The tentacles attending to her orgasm slowly increased the pace with machine like precision, rubbing and thrusting their way in pursuit of her climax. The hand on the back of her head held it steady as he slid his cock back in, pushing the head to the back of her throat, just past the point he had reached before. He allowed her a breath between each thrust now, not letting the head fully slip from her mouth and resting it just past her lips before pushing back in. Each thrust gained him a bit more depth in her throat, centimeter by centimeter.

Her moans had increased in frequency, sweat breaking out on her brow from both the effort of her mouth and her bucking hips. The corners of her mouth ached from the effort, but the alien gave no sign that he intended to allow her to finish just yet. That metal mask just stared down at her as she sucked noisily, moaning and gasping for air around his shaft. He felt her body shaking as the orgasm hit her, screams of pleasure escaping around the pillar of flesh in her mouth. The tentacles did not stop their motion as she climaxed, continuing their thrusting and rubbing motions.

After her orgasm passed he pulled from her mouth with a wet pop. Still breathing heavily, she heard his deep voice. "Tounge." His hand motioned to the generous portion of his shaft that was still dry and the large, hairless nutsuck that hung below. It was in her interest to prepare him, for he would soon be claiming his next prize.

 

[La_Reina]

Her orgasm washed over her making her moan loudly and take him deeper. She was past thought as her body obeyed lost in the feelings of being pleased. Except he didn't stop. He kept going. She moaned and caressed her own body as she felt another orgasm building. She tried to stop it, but it came too fast. She sprayed her juices over the ground as she tilted her back screaming her release even as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

He pulled back and the lack of stimulus would have brought her crashing back to earth, but those damn tentacles didn't stop. She heard some command and normally would have scoffed. This time she just licked him not sure what he wanted. If he just wanted to feel her tongue, whatever, just don't stop. She was licking, but not getting him wet for her. She hadn't thought that's where this was going. Then again she has stopped thinking ages ago.

The tentacles slide from her and she gasped slowly returning to herself. Instead they slithered up her sensitive skin to her nipples and squeezed hard. Moaning she didn't resist when she felt herself being pushed on to her back. She didn't even register he was looming over her until she felt something at her opening. She looked down and tried to stop it, but something flickered across her clit and she leaned back, arching her back, and tilting her hips as she became a quivering bag of need.

She felt him push and he sunk in deeply. She screamed at the sudden tight fit; half pain half pleasure and looked down. He wasn't even half way in yet. Wait! He was fucking her! Jaz shook her head no and felt him slide out making her shiver in need even as she struggled to push him off. He slid in again to about the same spot and this time it was a good pain. She moaned and felt him go deeper which made her scream again. He was too big.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw growled as he sunk his cock into her the first time, enjoying the look of panic on her face as she realized he had entered her. Her arms pushed against his shoulders as he pulled his hips back, pulling back from her with a wet squelching sound as her tightness attempted to keep him inside her. A clawed hand gripped her asscheek, pulling her towards him as he thrust inside again, a little deeper than before. She could feel the thick veins on the side of his cock, her formerly tight hole stetched painfully around its invader as he slid from her again slowly. His powerful hips thrust inside of her in the same method he had fucked her throat, each new motion gaining him extra ground inside of her. She screamed with each advance, her hands now gripping his arms and digging her nails in.

He felt her body quiver as he pulled from her again, slamming his hips forward roughly he felt the massive head of his cock slap against her cervix, bottoming out with still fully half of his member awaiting entrance. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, leaning up to try and push herself backwards but was cut off by another hard thrust that cut off her shriek and slammed her back into the dirt. He increased his pace now, holding back just enough so that he wouldn't bottom out, working in and out methodically. Her screams soon turned to moans as the head rubbed against her g-spot with each stroke, the top of his shaft rubbing against her clit. He found himself strangely wanting to see her orgasm again, a new feeling for him, and was content not to attempt to push further inside for the time being.

She clutched at his arms, each powerful thrust lifting her off the ground. She had become somewhat accustomed to his size and he could feel her hips grinding up towards his cock as both hands now gripped her ass and pulled her to him. He begun grunting roughly, joined by her deep, guttural grunts as both of their bodies worked in concert in the pursuit of her climax.

 

[La_Reina]

He was too big. Too freaking big. And yet the more he pushed the more hot she became. She always liked it rough and this went beyond that. This went into ... pain and she had never liked pain. Though she did get enhance to withstand more and for some reason the pain he was inflicting in her was making her hotter and hotter. That didn't mean it didn't hurt. It just meant she screamed then moaned alternating when he went too deep and stretched her too far.

Too far and too deep. He hit her cervix and she screamed bloody murder while trying to get away. That wasn't a pleasurable pain, but just pain. She thought she had got him out when he slammed back down and stopped before she felt that incredible pain. He kept going and she tried fighting, but he was hitting the right spot and now she was back in that delirium where nothing mattered, but coming.

She bucked her hips, she spread her legs almost painfully wide, as she arched her back able to take even more of him before he hit that painful spot. "Harder..." she panted before she was literally pulled off the ground and slammed back with his giant cock. She threw back her head her hair splaying up and out behind her as she growled for more. She was so fucking close. She was on edge and it seemed she wasn't going to be able to teeter off the edge. She wrapped her legs around him and flexed.

He sank all the way inside. The head of his cock pushed into her cervix and then some. She screamed in pain before she came so hard her body literally vibrated. Her muscled pulsed and squeezed him tighter and tighter as she couldn't stop cumming. She felt liquid building behind the damn and when he pulled out a bit she knew the ground under her was wet with her fluids. When he slammed back inside her she came again from the intense pain and pleasure of her g-spot being stroked by the veins of his mighty cock. She couldn't stop cumming. It was too much. She passed out.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw roared with pride as she climaxed again, her juices flowing down his thighs a trophy. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, the continuous pleasure causing her to overload and pass out on the ground beneath him. He was not even close to being finished, he had just gotten warmed up, but with her unconscious like this he would be unable to determine if he was causing her great internal harm or not. The first human who could take him and live, a great find that he didn't want taken by death when he had only just found her. He pulled from her and collected their gear before throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to his ship.

She awoke to the smell of burning meat and the feel of a warm fire a few feet from her. She realized that her face was turned to one side in the dirt, on her knees with her arms sprawled out beside her. She heard movement behind her and looked back between her legs just in time to see Long Claw bring the head of his cock to her entrace and rub it against her lower lips. She began to sit up to crawl away but his hands were already on her hips, muscular arms pulling her back onto him as his claws dug into her flesh. She screamed again as his cock was buried halfway into her but the sound did not deter him, pulling her ass back until it rested against his thighs and he was hilted in her once again. He had taken the trouble to hunt for her and he was now taking his payment, even if she hadn't asked him to.

He cared little for beauty, he didn't recognize it in the manner humans did, but he couldn't help but admire her muscular form as he thrust into her. He did admire strength, and for a human female she was a perfect specimen. Her toned ass rippled as his hips slammed against it, the muscles of her back flexing as he drove his cock down into her. He had decided during his hunt that this one would be his mate, willing or not. He would need to break her further before she would be willing, but he quite enjoyed this process so it was a task he looked forward to. One hand moved from her hips and slapped down onto her ass, gripping the firm flesh and pulling it away so he could watch his cock sink into her. A tentacle from his shoulder moved down to press against her other hole, pressing aginst her anus but not actually pushing it's way inside. He wanted to see her reaction to this new stimulation as he fully intended to explore every hole on her body he could fit into, and was interested to see how hard she fought against it.

 

[La_Reina]

Jaz awoke first to warmth. The ground was hard and she wanted to move her sleeping position. The next sensation was meat roasting. Odd. Why would she fall asleep while cooking and from the smells nearly being overdone. She lifted her head to open her eyes. "Why the hell would I sleep like this," she muttered to herself as she glanced behind her to see him. Her heart sped up as she remembered everything. She didn't need any other information to determine what he was going to do. She tried to move, but her limbs were tired from being in the same position and he was stronger than her currently. He easily sunk himself into her and this time her body adjusted to his size easily and even her cervix opened to him almost as if remembering what he needed.

Jaz screamed as she wasn't warmed up enough to enjoy this. It was all pain. He kept thrusting and soon her body caught up so her screams were turning even as she pulled against him. She felt his tentacle press against her and she tightened up. Anal was something she had done before and enjoyed. But she wasn't going to do this again. No, with determination Jaz managed to put most of her weight on her forearms and with one thrust tuck her legs under his and flip over.

She fell against him her body sinking him in all the way as he was now on his back and she was basically sitting on him reverse cowgirl style. She moved up to get off him, but he pulled her back down. She moaned in that pleasure pain of having him too big and too deep. She tried to get up again and he seemed to take this as her riding him as he helped her lift up and then pulled her back down. She dug her nails into his skin even as she rocked her hips so that he pressed even harder against that spot in her that made her shudder and shake.

She leaned back and smacked his face causing the mask to fall over onto the ground. Her eyes were heated with pleasure and her smile was playfully seductive as she hit him again. This time he grabbed her wrist and flipped her over pulling all way out and in her euphoric state she moaned her displeasure even as he wretched her arm over her head repositioning himself so she was flat against her. Jaz splayed her legs, bending them at the knee, and he was at the right angle for her to wrap her legs around him. Naturally, he sank in a bit into her.

She moaned even as she threw her body weight to the side and was now on top of him in the cowgirl position and once again sinking him deep into her. She had her hands on his wrist and had them pinned above his head. She reached for his spear and though the sex was fun at this point for her she wasn't going to be raped whenever he damn well wanted. She had a bounty and orgasm or not she was going to take his ass in.

 

[Talon]

Long Claw allowed her to roll him about in the dirt with very little resistance. Her show of strength was arousing him and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her in response. They ended up with her straddling him, one hand holding his wrists as she reached for his spear laying on the ground just in front of them. Even as well muscled and enhanced as she was she couldn't hope to match the strength of both his arms together with her one hand. A thigh tentacle shot up from behind her and wrapped around her neck, pulling her backwards to sit straight up while his hands ripped away from her grip and grabbed her hips to pull her down and bury his cock in her again. His body shot up, well muscled chest slamming into hers and scraping her rock hard nipples across his chest. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her onto him fully again even as her hips ground into his pelvis seeking the same purpose. It was like two separate actions, their lower parts totally engrossed in fucking while the rest their bodies fought against each other.

She was grinning wickedly as they rolled back and forth in the dirt, switching dominant positions after every few thrusts. Her on top, on her knees with him behind, her facing away from him on top, on her back while he thrusted down. It was a blur of limbs and tentacles. Every time she was close to securing the spear a tentacle pulled her away at the last moment frustratingly, but she never gave up and actually appeared to be enjoying the game as much as he was. Her juices flowed freely down his cock to his thighs, coating his shaft and serving as a lubricant to make their fucking motions easier. She held her ground against him, and neither combatant emerged from the struggle with the upperhand over the other.

During the struggle he had managed to secure his helmet so that they could communicate. He rolled her onto her back with her arms pinned above her head and her legs wrapped around his waist. Only the head of his cock was penetrating her at this point. He paused their battle for a moment, metal mask looking down into her sweat covered face. " You...want...stop?" He punctuated his question by looking down between them and sinking that unholy length of cock into her fully, snaking it's way into her guts and rubbing against the pleasure spots only he could reach.

 

[La_Reina]

Jaz moaned feeling something around her throat choking her then releasing her so she could breathe. Instead of frightening her it was arousing her even as she felt hands on her hips sending that monstrosity into her. She felt him enter her cervix and she groaned at the pain tipped pleasure as she ground herself into him. She moaned feeling the contact of his strong hard chest against her sensitive nipples, arching her back pressing herself closer to him.

She was so close to victory and time after time he would stop her within an inch or a grasp of grabbing the weapon. She was beginning to think he was playing with her. She had to wonder if she was doing the same to him. She felt him shift his weight and she was on her back with the spear more than a arm's length away. She had managed to wrap her legs around him and she was thinking of throwing her weight again so she could be on top and grab that spear. His machine like voice stopped her and she hesitated wondering what he was referring to when he plunged deep inside her.

"Holy Gorram." She flexed her legs squeezing his waist tightly along with her muscles squeezing his cock tightly inside her. Once he stopped and looked at her she managed to shrug with a smile. "Maybe," she started to say before his tentacles snaked around her body and started squeezing her nipples, pinching, and pulling them making her pant heavily. They stopped and she looked up angry and frustrated to see his mask just staring at her. "Mother fucking ass shizo gorram ... NO! Okay?!"

She threw her weight even as his tentacles returned to her pleasing and she managed to get her hands on the spear. It didn't matter as she kept sliding on the thing that was hurting her and yet giving her the best fucking orgasms she's ever had. She brought the spear around and pointed it at his eye. She hadn't pressed the button that would lengthen the spear and therefore take out his eye. "If you fucking stop I'll press this little button here. Now fuck me, hard, I want to scream, I want pain, and I want it fucking now. I want see bruises or so help me you will pay."