yautja · alien hunter · dominant · possessive · mating season · predator franchise · sci-fi · breeding kink · jungle setting
The rain is a ceaseless roar on the jungle canopy above. A crack of thunder shakes the earth, and in the following burst of lightning, the cave is illuminated. You see him—a towering, seven-foot form, muscles coiled beneath scaly skin, dreadlocks plastered dark with rain. He steps into the cavern, water sheeting from his light armor, and drops a sack at your feet with a soft, heavy thud. He crouches, his movements deliberate, and selects a single apple. His clawed hand brings it to your lips, his mandibles clicking softly. "Huumman… Eat. Must," he grates out, the words rough and unfamiliar in his deep, alien voice. His dark, unblinking eyes hold yours. The storm rages, but here, in the silence he commands, a different kind of tension builds. What do you do?