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Aisha had seen a Yautja before, but none like this one. One of Weyland-Yutani’s ships had crashed right into her backyard, probably some experiment gone rogue they would soon be coming to track down. She watched from the shadows as the Yautja was trying to fix the ship, desperate to get off this foreign planet. He kept looking over his shoulder constantly, and Aisha was worried that she could see him through that visor. Even that was different from the last Yautja, for Njohrr had horns mounted to his, and that fascinated Aisha.
Njohrr felt something was watching him. Yautja were prey to no one, and even in his confused, desperate state, he was not about to break that rule. He had managed to recover most of his gear, including his visor and plasma sword, during his escape. The crash onto this foreign planet had wounded him, but just barely. He could barely understand what those things were doing to him before, all he knew was he could not show weakness and he had to escape their capture. That mission was completed.
Aisha was making her way closer, silently moving through the brush. The cover of night helped hide her, at least she hoped. She was almost hypnotized by the way Njohrr moved, his stark white tendrils such a standout in the darkness.
Everything happened so fast.
One second Aisha was trying to navigate her way closer to Njohrr. The next, she was trapped, on her knees, arms bound in front of her by some sort of red laser cuffs. He had moved so fast, as if detecting the smallest movement, and had thrown the device that was holding her now.
“Are you one of them?” Njohrr speaks as he flips out his plasma sword, approaching Aisha but keeping her at a sword’s length. “How many more of you are there?” His tone is demanding, and even hearing his voice translated through her earpiece was enough to strike a level of fear into Aisha no other Yautja had been able to do.
“There is no one else.” Aisha speaks as confidently as possible, not wanting to show Njohrr any fear or weakness. He seems puzzled, almost tilting his head in confusion.
“Why can I understand you?” He asks, confusion turning into more anger.
“I have a translator.” Aisha turns her head slightly so that Njohrr can see. “I promise I was just trying to see who crashed so close to my home.” She tests the restraints slightly, realizing very quickly there is no fighting them. Njohrr was totally in control here.
“Why should I not just end you here?” Njohrr asks, but its barely a question. Aisha knew her odds to get out of this here were slim, but she could try.
“I can help you fix that ship.” She nods her head in the direction of the crashed ship. “It’s not the first one I’ve seen here. And then you can get back to your hunt or wherever you’ve come from.”
Njohrr doesn’t say anything, standing there with his sword still pointed at Aisha. He was questioning if he should let this stranger help him, or if he would risk his chance on his own. The normal Yautja way. But something in him wanted to keep this female around, to see how she could benefit him. This was a new feeling for him, and most of him blamed it on whatever those things had been doing to him. How long would this last?
Just as quickly as she was restrained, Njohrr released her, using a button on his armguard to turn the device off. Aisha quickly stood to her feet, hesitant to approach Njohrr. The two were able to get a good look at each other finally in this moment. Aisha noticed the chains that hung from Njohrr’s armor, and how he had such a presence to him compared to the last Yautja that had crashed here. Njohrr saw that even though Aisha was human, she was well built. Toned for survival, dirt covering her skin to help hide her with her dark clothing.
“Let’s see how much damage there was.” Aisha says as she hesitantly approaches Njohrr, going around him towards the crashed ship. When she walked by, Njohrr couldn’t help but follow her figure. Why did she smell so good to him? She wasn’t Yautja, just some female that he had gracefully decided to spare to help his chances of survival. Yet, something seemed different about her, or maybe he had been changed, and even her being close by was stirring up something in him.
Njohrr quickly follows Aisha towards the wreckage of the ship, the two both working quickly to examine and fix problems in order to get it working again. Aisha was worried every second in that combined space with Njohrr that he may change his mind, and she would be at his mercy. Njohrr tried to ignore the female as best he could, attempting to get navigation back online so he could figure out exactly where he was, but every second near her was only making his condition worse. He would glance over at her, and notice how that survival gear and clothing hung to her frame just right.
He smashes his fist down in anger, only causing the navigation console to suffer more damage.
“Do you know what they did?” Njohrr asks. Aisha had never said she wasn’t one of them, or allies with one of his previous captors.
“Unless we had some way to get into their records, no.” Aisha says quickly as she gets one of the monitors powered on. Njohrr shakes his head in frustration. “I’ll see if I can find some way in, maybe get some kind of answer.” As good as Weyland-Yutani was about keeping secrets, Aisha had hacked into their records before from previous crashes. If they had been experimenting on this Yautja, she hoped she could find it before something bad happened.
It doesn’t take long before she’s able to come across records of Njohrr’s captivity aboard the main ship. She lets out a gasp as she comes across more of the information, not too in depth as that was reserved for higher ups, but the baseline was enough to have her worried.
“So I found out what they were doing to you.” Aisha says as she approaches Njohrr. She was cautious in her approach, worried he might react violently to the news. He turns to her, and seeing just how close Aisha was to him almost sent him into panic. Every weird emotion Njohrr had been feeling in their encounter only furthered his anger and confusion.
“And?” He tries to say sternly.
“Well, they know you are some kind of leader, which would explain why you look so different than normal.” Aisha quickly back tracks. “Not saying anything is wrong with that. I've just never seen a Yautja with white tendrils before either.” She speaks quickly, bracing herself for whatever response he may have. “But because they found out you had offspring they were I guess testing some sort of breeding stimulant on you.”
Bracing herself barely worked as Njohrr quickly grabbed her, holding her by the front of her shirt against the wall of the ship wreckage. Even with that visor, she knew he was beyond angry. Njohrr was trying to hold his composure, him grabbing her had brought them even closer, his claws tearing at the fabric that was holding her in front of him.
“Is that why your smell is distracting me?” He’s demanding, but the question almost causes Aisha to laugh. This Yautja clan leader was really distracted by her? Even with the experimental stimulants running through his body surely he would be able to resist them because she was just human.
“Probably.” She’s almost smiling, even with his threatening grip on her.
“Then make it stop.” Njohrr brings his visored face closer to hers. “Or I will.”
“I don’t think killing me is going to make it stop.” Aisha throws her hands up in defense. “You probably just have to get it out of your system. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to have made them permanent.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?” He finally releases her, setting her down in front of him but still only inches from her.
“Well,” Aisha blushes, not wanting to look up at Njohrr. “I mean you’re clearly seasoned, especially being a leader that means you’ve had offspring before…” Her voice trails off as Njohrr takes a step back.
“With my mate.” He seems almost offended by Aisha’s implications. “Not just any female that crosses my blade.”
“Look if you want it to stop, that's going to be the only way.” Aisha cautiously takes a step toward Njohrr. She reaches out, her fingers running through his long white tendrils. Njohrr’s first instinct is to move away, but in this moment it’s almost comforting. “Besides, I’ve always been a little curious about your species.”
Aisha had such a hard time telling Njohrr’s emotions under that visor, and she could only go on body language with him. And he was so much different than the others. He was eerily still as she continued to intertwine her hand in his tendrils, the two just staring at each other in this moment. Njohrr could see through his visor’s thermal that Aisha was warmer in some spots than others.
“Fine.” Njohrr speaks suddenly, almost scaring Aisha. “You are much smaller than a Yautja female, so I hope you are prepared.”
Aisha’s breath hitched as Njohrr grabbed her, dragging her over to one of the ship's seats around the navigation console. He sits down, dragging her on to his lap. He rips away the rest of her clothing, some of it barely holding on from where his claws had grabbed her earlier.
“Hey!” Aisha protests, but it’s too late. “I really liked those.”
Njohrr doesn’t care. Seeing her bare form somehow was even more intoxicating to him. He ran his one hand down her body, while the other was wrapped around her so she didn’t fall off his lap. Aisha reached out, resting her hands on his shoulders as his hand explored down to between her legs. Even if he didn’t have his thermal vision in his visor, the heat coming off of her was immense.
“This will be difficult.” Njohrr speaks plainly as he slips one clawed finger inside of her. Aisha moans as he slips it in and out of her, soaking his clawed hand in her juices. He can feel just how tight she is, and how even when he slips in a second clawed finger that there is resistance.
“Oh fuck.” Aisha hisses out as her hands grab on to his tendrils.
“You’re going to take it.” Njohrr pumps his fingers in and out of her, warm juices dripping down his fingers. “I won’t fit if you don’t.”
“I know.” Aisha can barely get the words out as she throws her head against him, loud moans echoing around them. She was being stretched more than she had before, and this was just the beginning.
Njohrr’s cock ached to be free from its pouch under all his clothing and armor. He wanted to sheath her over him right now, but knew he had to wait for her to be ready. He could feel her walls tighten around his claws as she moaned against him. Her hips rocking as she opened herself more to him. His fingers thrusted relentless into her, and he uses his clawed thumb to rub at her aching clit.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna-“ She’s cut off by a loud moan, almost a cry, as she clamps around his thrusting fingers, orgasming hard against them as juices squirt all over his hand, forearm, and the rest of his lap. She can barely catch her breath as he withdraws his hand, leaving her empty, causing her to whine. Njohrr quickly reaches down and frees his aching cock, Aisha gasping at the size.
“Hold on to me.” He instructs as he strokes his ridged cock with his hand that’s coated in her juices. Aisha does as she’s told, bracing herself and grabbing on around Njohrr’s shoulders. Njohrr expertly used one hand to line her up with his cock in the other hand.
As he pushes just the tip in, Aisha almost collapses on him. Her cunt is stretched so wide from just the head, and with every little bit he pushes her down on him she can feel every ridge as it enters her. Njohrr couldn’t believe how amazing this human felt around him, so warm and so tight, gripping onto his cock for dear life. Aisha had a death grip on Njohrr’s shoulders, thankfully for his clothing and thick skin he was almost unbothered by it.
Njohrr was impressed by this human female. He was able to get about three fourths of the way in before finally feeling resistance. He growls in frustration.
“Sorry.” Aisha pants out as she’s breathing heavy, eyes slightly rolling back as she is filled by him.
“It’ll have to do.” Njohrr grabs her waist in both hands, slowly moving her up and down his cock.
As he moves her up and down, it’s like every nerve in her body is on fire in the best way. Every ridge of his cock moving in and out of her, filling her up completely, sends shockwaves through her body. Her legs go numb, and her grip on him is as tight as possible so she does not collapse, though everything in her wants her to just collapse into him.
Quickly, her body tightens even more around Njohrr, causing him to groan as he speeds up his movements. Aisha moans and cries out as he does, squeezing him as she orgasms hard against him, more juices squirting out, dripping all down the remainder of his cock and her legs. Njohrr clicks his mandibles in satisfaction as he continues his pace, his cock twitching inside her, his own orgasm close.
“Please,” Aisha begs. “I want it all.” Njohrr snarls at her.
“You can’t take it.”
“I will.”
Almost immediately, Njohrr slams her all the way down on him, fully sheathed inside her. She cries out as her fingers dig into him. He groans, and then clicks his mandibles together in satisfaction as he feels her around him completely. He continues moving her up and down, even faster now, as she cries out in both pleasure and pain against him. But she doesn’t want him to stop.
Her eyes are rolled back as she orgasms again around his full length, just as forceful as the first time. Almost immediately after, Njohrr’s claws dig into her hips, drawing blood, as his cock twitches inside her. Seconds later, he orgasms hard, filling her insides with his hot seed as it drips out of her and around him. She cries out as she feels him cum, all feeling in her body basically gone besides the throbbing in her pussy.
Njohrr can feel after his release that the want, the need, for this human was gone. He slides her off of him, placing her in the seat opposite him. Aisha can barely catch her breath, or any feeling in any limbs, Njohrr’s hot seed spilling from between her legs and on to the ship’s seat. Leaving her there, Njohrr quickly gathers his senses and leaves the ship. Off in the distance, as the morning light peaks through the trees around the wreckage, he can see a small home.
He comes back to Aisha, who is barely conscious, still trying to recover from the encounter. He throws her over his shoulder, causing her to groan.
“I’m returning you now.” That was the last words he said to her as he carried her through the trees, and into the small home Aisha had made for herself here.
Aisha didn’t know how long she had been out once she was returned, but when she finally woke Njohrr was gone, and so was the ship. She smiled, hoping to have such an encounter again one day.