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Somewhere in the forest, in the dead of the night, when the silence is only broken by the small nocturnal critters going around… Somewhere in the forest, a low hum filled the air, followed by the creaking bark as several trees were shaken by a sudden gust of wind. If there had been any witnessing eyes, they would've seen nothing; they would only be confused by the new movements around the forest. After all, human eyes were unable to discern Yautja cloaking technology.

But the inside was a different story. The small ship, while invisible from the outside, was crammed with a multitude of bright panels and systems, all of them far beyond what any human could possibly understand. It was all for the ship to fully function on its own, a basic, if cluttered, autopilot system. All so the real pilot could stay asleep on his chair until the gentle rocking from the landing stirred him awake.

This Yautja- or perhaps humans would be more familiar with the term 'Predator'? -arrived on Earth with a purpose. They were a proud race of hunters, you see, and among the many species scattered throughout the universe that they valued as worthy prey, humans got themselves a rather high spot. Weak as they were, their inventiveness always made them a considerable challenge that more than one Yautja found himself craving.

So, he was here to hunt, his kind's only reason to exist. As he awoke from his slumber, the first thing in his mind was how close his target might be. Soon, his thoughts cleared up, but his anxious yearning didn't stop. His kind could only see in the infrared spectrum, so all he saw was a large reddish silhouette, his own hands in the controls, and the readings from outside that showed no threats nearby. He had just woken up and he was already prepared to stand up and search for his prey.

He only stopped when he felt the throbbing in his palm. Memories slowly came back and he remembered that moment, galaxies ago, when he had decided to relieve himself out of boredom. The Yautja were extremely strict about sexual gratification, claiming that it was a gift meant only for the strongest hunters. This one had always secretly scoffed at such traditions, and a quick jerk off had always been his own guilty pleasure. Even now, just thinking about it, he could feel his member once again stir in his hand, pulsing, telling him to enjoy himself a bit longer.

But his blood boiled hotter for the thrill of the hunt. So he stood up, almost regretfully ignoring his throbbing erection before pushing it back inside his pants. He was an average male of his species: tall and muscular, thanks to years of hunting, covered in dull yellow scales and a thin fishnet as his choice of wear, showing off his strong torso. What really made the Predators stand out, however, were the set of mandibles curving out of their chins and back towards the mouths, making them bulge out slightly and constantly show off their teeth. That, and the long dreadlocks hanging from their heads; this one in particular having a set that reached all the way down to his waist.

He reached for the panels and, a couple button presses later, the ship's door was descending, letting the forest's air in. From another panel that opened nearby, the Predator took his helmet, quickly attaching it to his head and seeing the world in front of him become clearer. What had originally been smudges were now clear red silhouettes in the shape of his hands, and he could see from between the trees some of Earth's fauna. All of them fascinating in their own right, but worthless as game. He chose not to waste any time with them, instead activating his cloaking device. Once the cargo door was closed behind him, both he and his ship were completely invisible to the human eye.

He travelled through the forest. The luscious greenery in the dark was wasted in the Yautja's inability to perceive its color, but he still felt the cold air of the night and the freshness all around him. Earth was a cool planet, far unlike his volcanic home, and he enjoyed the cold temperatures. He could see how humans had grown complacent in their weakness with such a forgiving star, but that only made them more dangerous. He had heard stories about the same humans destroying the ground to make room for their settlements.

Maybe he should've landed closer to one such settlement. Somewhere he could find a large amount of humans, rather than the wilder areas of the planet. But they had lost too many skilled hunters to Earth. He could never be too cautious. Truth be told, it was his first time dealing with them.

Luck would have it that he came across them. Exiting the woods, he found tall cube formations seemingly made from wood. Human quarters, from what he could tell. Houses, in case you were wondering. One of them was indeed a house, a one-story little farm with all the lights off, almost completely silent. The other one was taller, with a bigger entrance, and sat alone to the side.

The Yautja didn't pay it any mind. He was too taken by the little noises coming out of the first. Familiar noises. He recognized them from those times in his youth when he sneaked to the back of other rooms and listened to the stronger hunters engage with their partners. He clearly remembered the heaving, the moaning, the creaking and screaming that made his own young loins stir, the first time he felt his own touch, the relief… Feeling that over and over was his true motivation to become a hunter.

And now here he was, hearing such noises from a human home? Of course, humans would reproduce too, that was only logical. But to think the process was as enjoyable as it was for his own species, enough to make them scream in pleasure… Perhaps his young libido was more powerful due to his own lack of experience, but he was suddenly filled with a burning need to see them, to know more. Almost as if the taboo made his manhood harder.

He quickly located the source. He thought about how years of training and experience ended up having such an unexpected use, but the excitement erased those thoughts when he reached the window. There was no real need for caution; as long as he remained silent, his cloaking would keep him out of the humans' sight. Even with that in mind, he stood up slowly, reaching the window and getting a clear view of the room inside.

The lights were off, but that was hardly an issue for his vision. The red silhouettes on the bed immediately got his attention, one seemingly on top of the other. One of them lied down on the bed, legs wide open as its body constantly rocked; no doubt the female. The male was the one kneeling in front, his hips rocking hard between the open legs. If their anatomy was anything like the Predator's own, then he was pounding his partner with incredible force, the kind he only saw when his fellow Yautja were incredibly aroused. The sight alone got his own member to harden again, and he considered pulling it out of his pants, give himself a good wank before taking his prey.

But certain things came to his attention. The first was the sound. The voices screamed and moaned in pleasure, just like he would often hear during his voyeuristic sessions, but they were both deep, rasp voices. He remembered such depth from other males, even himself, but never had he met a female with such a powerful voice.

The second thing that caught his attention were the silhouettes themselves. Despite his limited sight, he could tell they were both strong, bulky specimens. It was a physique close to that of his fellow hunters too, which he knew wasn't impossible for humans, but quite rare. Now, female Yautja were known to be larger than their male partners, but female humans had the opposite relation: they were supposed to be much smaller than the males, from what he recalled. Was their knowledge wrong? Were human females capable of such size? If so, then everything they knew about the species could be wrong, making them even more dangerous.

But just as he thought as much, the male on top took his partner's legs, rising it up to his shoulder and turning them around. That's when the Predator saw the outline of what was unmistakably a male member, jutting out of the bottom human and jumping as the first kept rocking his hips. The top's cock kept pushing in and out, constantly disappearing inside the other as the bottom's member jumped and slapped against the strong abs. And both of them kept moaning and yelling in sheer bliss, hissing, screaming, with those deep, rumbling voices.

The Yautja was at a loss of words. What transpired in front of him was, with no doubt, two males engaging in sex. Such a thing was unheard of among the Predators. They gathered their own wives to enjoy their bodies and produce new offspring, that had always been how it was done. It had never occurred to anyone that such a thing might be possible between two males. If it was, then new, stronger hunters could be bred from their finest, until they became the most fearsome species in the galaxy. Yet humans were apparently capable of such a thing?

That was foolish, of course. But the young Predator couldn't think of any other reason why they would engage together like this. No matter how enjoyable it seemed, how they kept screaming in pleasure as the top's length buried deep inside his partner's ass, filling him, no doubt spreading him, while the other's seed pushing out and making a small puddle all over his stomach.

It took a while for the Yautja to realize what the sight was doing to him. His breathing, usually calm and quiet, was slowly turning into a coarse, rushed heaving. His member had once again stirred awake and was now pushing against his pants, yelling at him for relief. He had no idea how to react. He looked down only for a second, his ears filled with the noises from inside the bedroom. There, between his legs, he saw the bright crimson heat of his own arousal, his erection calling to him, tempting him like it had done so countless times before.

Fuck it. He quickly whipped it out and went back to the show in front of him. There was no doubt that the humans were up to something, and other than gender, there was no difference from all those times he spied on other hunters during their own mating. He had no exact words for it, but there was something fascinating about their actions, about the intensity with which they fucked, the way that man's dick constantly vanished inside that ass. That was the sight that made the young Predator squeeze his own harder, stroke and feel his pre gush out, coating his member for that slick feeling he enjoyed so much.

It was fascinating. Cocks always had gone inside a female's cunt; he had never seen one going up an ass, nor had he ever thought of the possibility. It was strange, and yet alluring, enticing, and incredibly divine, if the bottom's loud whimpers were anything to go by. He was intrigued, wondering how such a hole would feel around his cock, but even more fascinating was the idea of such a thick, long member buried deep inside his own ass. He had never tried putting anything in there, after all. Could he feel as much pleasure as that bottom was?

The more he saw them, the slicker his own member got. Gallons of pre pushed out of him, only to be quickly cupped up by his hand and smeared all over his length. All thanks to the sight in front of him. The top's thrusts hastened, and right on cue, his bottom screamed louder and harder. His own hand reached for his member and, just like the Predator, he stroked it in long, fast motions. The Yautja stared at him, not realizing his own movements were synching with the human's, their hands moving at the same speed. Somewhere on the back of his mind, he put himself in the bottom's position without realizing, yearning for that cock to dive into his hole and make him know that same bliss.

But he was taken aback when the top slapped that hand away, releasing the bottom's rod once again. And next, he leaned down with incredible flexibility and let that member into his mouth. The Yautja's eyes widened behind his helmet. The bottom's moans turned louder, drawn out exquisitely, and the Predator's own noises followed. He threw any caution out the window, his grunts turning rougher, his hips pushing against his hand without realizing he was making the wood of the wall creak. He could feel himself grow closer, and closer, the familiar edge of orgasm approaching, his manhood threatening-

But the bottom looked at the window. He was cloaked; invisible to the human eye. There was literally no way he would get caught by the man. Yet, out of pure instinct, closer to that of a guilty adolescent than a hunter, he ducked under the window, boner still in hand but his strokes stopping.

“What was that?" he heard the human say, without really understanding. It wasn't hard to deduce, but the top seemingly didn't care, as their loud noises started anew almost right away.

The young hunter let out a sigh. He wasn't sure if it was out of almost getting caught or thinking a human could catch him so easily, but he was berating himself over his foolishness and poor self-control. To think he was throwing away his pride for a mere moment of pleasure. And yet, his member remained in his hand, refusing to go down. The way it throbbed, far more furious than anything he had felt before; far more demanding… But he also wanted to finish. It wasn't something his cock alone said, but rather his entire body and mind.

His eyes wandered towards the other nearby structure, the bigger one, with a larger entrance. Readings showed no living creatures inside. It was perfect. Part of him regretted the idea of leaving, wanting to end things right here, where the sounds of the humans' mating and the possibility of seeing more out of them could get him to finish faster, but it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught again. With swift, silent steps, he made his way towards the lonely barn, his hand never leaving his throbbing member.

Just as he expected, the second building was dark and quiet. The kind of silence other hunters might find unsettling, but that he welcomed as a way to keep his privacy. Readings on his helmet led him towards a pack of hay, where he carelessly fell on. He had to congratulate humans on these little things; the way they put their comfort above their honor was shameful, but a pleasurable treat from time to time.

Speaking of pleasure… He looked down. His member was still hard between his legs, shining a bright crimson from the intense heat of his arousal. He didn't need the helmet to tell him as much, however. His own fingers felt the powerful heat exuded from his cock as he held it tight. A good squeeze and he let out another grunt. Pleasure spread through his body with every action, every touch he gave the sensitive meat. His thumb playfully trailed a single vein before pushing hard against his head, and he shivered all over from the action. His back arched as he played with his own member, his mandibles clicking in delight. He followed with strokes, feeling every vein on the way. His manhood was harder than he had ever felt before, shocking him, but also making him enjoy it more.

And it was all because of those two males. He couldn't get the images out of his head. The way that bottom one took in his partner's manhood, constantly pierced by him, screaming for more. Their hot, sweaty, muscular bodies pressing against one another, rubbing each other until orgasm. God, how he wanted to try that on his own. How he wanted to screw the hunt and return to his home planet, find another Yautja, the most virile in the city, and offer his own virgin hole to him. It was unrealistic to think another Predator would so readily engage in such an activity, especially if it was one of human origin, but playing with the idea in his mind was too much fun.

But the one image he couldn't quite shake off was the last. That moment, when the top human swallowed his partner's length… Why was such a thing arousing? Granted, his hand was an excellent lover, and his fingers already knew all of his cock's good spots. It wasn't hard to think of a mouth as an equally good thing, if not perhaps better. Would a cock taste good, though? How about the pre? The seed? Myriads of questions sprouted in his mind, all of them brought up by one simple image.

He looked at his hand, coated with his own pre. He could feel the substance sticking to his scales, linking his fingers together. Then, he realized his helmet was in the way, and with the one clean hand he took it off. Even without the aid to his vision, he continued staring at his hand. It seemed like such a simple idea, he almost wondered why he had never thought about it before.

His mouth slowly opened, slightly. Only enough to let his fingers in while his tongue pushed its way out and lapped at the substance. It was… strong. Earthy, somewhat salty and, dare he say, masculine. A powerful essence. His essence. It almost felt regular, yet he craved more. Soon, his tongue was going all over each of his fingers, cleaning them up one by one until his hand was a sticky mess more out of drool than pre.

Yes, humans were up to something. That's what he thought as he lied back on the hay and his stroking resumed. A few shakes were all it took for him to shiver again, enthralled by his own actions and how much pleasure he could bring himself. Yet, his fellow hunters boasted of even greater bliss when with a female, and those two humans screamed louder than he did before. Yes, the humans were up to something; they had ways of pleasing one another beyond the Predators.

He looked down at his member. What he wouldn't give to have another Predator- or even a human! -swallow his rod like that top had done before. He wondered how it felt and if it would make him tremble as much as it did the bottom. But at the same time, he was more curious about the cock itself. For all he knew, they were meant to breed females and bring you pleasure in the process; he never thought they could be taken in such a way, let alone that they would have such an exquisite taste. He wanted to take one as much as he wanted his own taken, and as much as he wanted to be pierced by one, to be made to scream like that bottom was.

And again, he looked at his own hand. Slick, coated in a mix of pre and drool, perfect for slipping inside anything. An idea popped in his head again; one he had no doubt now the humans had thought of before. With his free hand, he pushed his pants all the way down. They touched the ground and he kicked them away, forgetting them. Now completely naked, his body was left exposed: his hefty, full balls and the muscular buttocks. The last one was his true goal, as he reached with the same hand that had been stroking his member, slick with his seed, searching. Between the plump cheeks, he soon came across his own tight pucker and playfully trailed the ring of flesh, coating the outer rim with the mix in his fingers. There was a strange reluctance, an instinct that told him to stop, but his arousal was far stronger.

The tip of his finger went in, but he only met with resistance. His hole, it seemed, did not want to cooperate. But the image of the humans was one too tempting to give up so soon, and he pushed through until his finger pushed inside. A hiss left his mouth, followed by a mad clicking from his mandibles. His hole spreading felt like a sting, a burn even, but there was this strange spark at the end of it that made him sigh in relief. It was so bizarre, but he liked it. He wondered if such a thing had brought that much pleasure to the human, if going further had anything to do with it. He had to know. And so, his finger pushed in deeper.

With every extra inch, he felt the fire spread further inside him, the sting becoming more and more unbearable. His inner walls continued to put resistance, refusing to let any more inside. Every inch was significantly harder than the last, and it hurt more, but the more he pushed in, the stronger the pleasure he received afterwards. By the time his finger was all the way in, however, he could no longer hold back. His mandibles opened up, spreading in four directions as he screamed out in pain from the sting. It was horrible and exquisite at the same time. He had to respect the humans for putting themselves into such a spot in the name of their own pleasure.

But he had forgotten where he was. A low heat signature caught his attention, and he saw something coming from outside the barn. A light, coming from one of the rooms in the house. And then came the hurried steps.

“I'll go see what it was," the human voice said. Naturally, with such a loud scream, the Predator was bound to be heard. And then he would be found in a compromising position, an easy target. As if the shame of being discovered naked and jerking off wasn't bad enough.

He quickly got up, activating his cloaking and hiding in the shadows for good measure. Just then, a bright light showered the building, and he saw one of the two humans enter. The top, based on his build. In one hand, he held some sort of wooden mace, a primitive weapon, but effective to fight off intruders. Because that's what they were, a fighter and an intruder. The young Predator had forgotten his original objective, but with his prey now in front of him, it would almost be too easy to take him down.

“Who's there? Come out!" the human kept screaming. A battle cry, he could tell. He was bold. But as much as the Yautja thought about the male as his prize, he couldn't help but notice a stronger heat source. The human's legs were covered, but even then he could clearly detect the powerful radiance between them, much like his own. Of course, he had interrupted him while mating, so he still had that fire in him. Fire that was only roused by the bloodthirst. It would make for quite a battle.

But his body said otherwise. Namely, his cock, throbbing extremely hard at the sight. He berated himself over such a reaction; feeling aroused from a human, of all things! A human with an admittedly powerful physique, and who seemed to have as much libido as he did… And who could easily pierce his partner's ass and make him scream in bliss.

Yes, he could tell the arousal was slowly taking him over, winning against his hunter's pride and his tribe's tradition. Why, killing the human would bring him more honor, and more pleasure eventually; but taking him right here, right now, could bring him the pleasure he was fighting for in the first place. Cutting out the middle man.

It was a gamble, but he slowly stepped up towards the light. His cloaking was still on, but he made sure his steps were loud enough to catch the human's attention. And indeed, the man turned around towards him, unable to see yet stepping back cautiously, already preparing to strike. A fine warrior, the Yautja thought as he turned his cloaking off, revealing his naked self to the armed human in front of him.

“What the fuck!?" the human's words were full of horror, fear and anger. The second he looked at him, he jumped back, aiming the weapon at him. He seemed like he wanted to hit him, but stayed kept his distance, studying him. Brave and prudent; so far, humans kept being surprise after surprise. “Who- What the fuck are you!?"

Without any sort of immediate danger, the Yautja stared at the man. At this distance, he could easily make out his muscles. He was certainly defined, and dare he say burlier than a Yautja even. He would've been favored during hunting expeditions back in his tribe. But right now, all he wanted was to let him know they should mate. He stroked his own length while spreading his legs, showing his member to the human and leaning forward. The man was… surprised? He couldn't tell his emotions, but he also couldn't look away from his dick.

“Fuck, that's big…" he said, and the Predator saw his loins grow even hotter. With his main message received, the young Predator followed up, turning around, never letting his eyes off the other man, but walking to the wall and leaning against it, jutting out his rump. Once more, the human was taken aback. “The fuck…"

“Fuck!" the Predator said. The human kept using that word, and whatever it meant in their language, he used it just when his own member grew hotter. But to make things clearer, he pointed towards his tight pucker as he said it. “Fuck!"

“Y-You want me… to fuck you…?"

“Fuck!" he kept saying. He wasn't sure if the human understood, but his body started loosening up and he lowered his weapon.

“Damn… You do have one fine ass," the human said. While he couldn't understand any of his words, the lust dripping off them was palpable.

Slowly, one step at a time, the man approached him. The Yautja's muscles grew tense out of a mix of preparation and arousal. He could easily lunge if the human tried anything, rip his throat off with his jaws… But there was no need. The human gently put the weapon on the ground before reaching him, and his hands reached around for the Predator's dick. He wanted to be pierced by his cock instead, and was about to scream about it, until the hand reached his own. It was such a weird sensation, to feel the touch from another person, but it was one that almost made him fall to his knees.

“Shit, it's really fucking big…" the human whispered. Next thing he knew, the other hand was pushing inside his fishnet, touching his abs, rubbing him, trailing the lines… He let out a pleased sigh from the touch alone. “You're jacked as fuck too, man. Who are you? God, I want to fuck you real good," his words were practically coated in desire, and the way he kept touching him made the Predator want him just as bad.

The second hand went further in, reaching his chest and giving one of his pecs a good squeeze. He let out a pleased grunt, wanting to feel more of the touch, but the first hand, the one that had been giving his member a good couple squeezes, had left him alone. That hand was instead hanging from the edge of the human's pants, slowly pulling them down until his erect member was exposed. It jumped out of his pants, standing proud, only to go between the Yautja's muscular cheeks and rub against his hole. The young Predator let out a low moan from the sensation, his hips rocking backwards to try and get that hard meat inside him.

The human took his actions and rolled along, the tip of his erect member starting to press against his hole. It was wet, and the Predator could feel it already coating his ring before the first push. The head alone made its way in, spreading his insides only a bit, but it felt worse than the furious fire as before. It was dreadful, and the Yautja would've attacked the human had his hands not being rubbing his body, easing him. Like this, all he felt was the pressure in his hole as he kept pushing in, an extra inch going in and making him scream louder.

“Shhh, it's ok," the human whispered in his ear. His voice was soothing, almost caring, something you didn't see often among the Yautja. It certainly helped the young Predator relax, helped by the trail of kisses and nibbles the human left on his neck and shoulder. His hands rubbed his sides next, still trailing his abs, until his eyes closed in delight.

Another inch went in, and the young Predator trembled, but other than that he took it in. More and more of the human's flesh made its way inside him, and with every inch he felt the pain fading away to make way to more pleasure. It was far thicker than a single finger, that was for sure, and it spread him so wide he thought his ass would never be the same. But with every inch, his vision turned hazier, his heart beat faster and his breathing rushed a bit more. It was almost as if that cock was a drug, intoxicating him with lust and desire.

“Fuck, man. You're taking it like a champ," that felt like a compliment, and the young Predator allowed himself a moment of pride over it. That cock was his reward, and every bit of it was so easy to feel with his sensitive walls… Finally, he felt the human's crotch hit against his rump, cock buried as deep as it would go in him. But more than that, he felt the tip against… something inside him. He felt it press against something, a certain spot inside his ass, and as soon as it did, his entire body was electrified. Jolts of incredible bliss shot throughout his body, making him grow tense, making his back arch again and his nails sink into the wood. He let out a single, long, deep howl of absolute pleasure that even the human behind him managed to understand. “Yeah, man! You like that, huh?"

He felt one last push forward from the human, more playful than anything, before his thick rod started pulling out. The Predator wanted to roar and force him to keep it inside, but he was too weak after such electric sensations coursed through his body. He could do nothing but resign himself to feeling that length leave his body, an empty hole in its wake. After such spread, to be left in the open again felt gaping, and his need only grew. It was no longer simple curiosity; once he knew about it, he wanted the human's cock even more. By the time only his head remained inside, the Yautja was silently wishing he would just plow him already. If only they spoke the same language, he could tell the man to destroy his ass.

Little did he know his body spoke for him. His hungry hole desperately sucked at the human's cock, begging to keep it inside. It drove the man mad. Without warning, he rammed it all the way back in, hitting that same spot one more time. The same electric sensations filled the Predator, harder, more intense, his jaws almost opening again out of sheer pleasure. But he still wanted more, and his hips pushed back against the human to try and get more of his length inside him. By now, he craved that cock far more than any hunt. It was delicious, strong, intoxicating…

The human pulled and pushed again, each time faster, rougher. Soon, they had a pace going, and the Predator felt his ass fucked for the first time. It was painful; every thrust made fire spread through his body, and the sting was almost unbearable. But behind that pain there was always that moment of bliss, that liquid happiness covering every cell in him. The pain only made it sweeter.

The barn was now filled with sounds. His moaning and grunting, mixing with the man behind him, their voices a symphony of pure lust. It was only drowned by the constant wet slaps his legs made against the Yautja's full, muscular rump. And with every hump, the young Predator felt that same spot being stabbed over and over. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his body shake with excitement and delight, almost turning into jelly. He could barely feel anymore, trapped as he was in the intensity of the sensations. All he could tell was his ass constantly expanding and contracting, both, from the cock fiercely piercing it as well as to keep it buried inside him.

Pre started falling about. Half of it from his ass, oozed by the human's cock and lubing his inner walls. It was warm and sticky, like the Yautja's own, and it was pushed out drop by drop whenever the human thrust forward. The other half came from his own member, gushing like mad from the stimulation. Even in the haze, he could clearly see the single strand hanging from his tip before falling on the ground, slowly pooling.

“What the hell is going on here!?" he barely heard those words, and only registered when he realized the humping had stopped right after. He was about to demand more, unable to know that it would come out more as a whimper in his current state. But before he could say anything, the girth pulled out of him, leaving his ass gaping.

“Baby, wait. I can explain," the human's body left him, leaving his back as empty as his hole. His entire body was now left hanging, the young hunter barely capable of holding his own weight. He could only pant, harder by the second, as he heard the two humans speak. He soon recognized the new voice as the bottom. Yautja were known to ruthlessly kill whoever took one of their wives for their own, so it would only be natural for this human to do as much. He was too tired to care, however. Too needy. He was far more interested on the fact that yet another cock presented itself to him.

“Explain what, exactly? Who is- What the fuck is that!?" the human's voice turned into fear when the Predator turned around. He was intimidated by his jaws, no doubt. Humans seemed to have adverse reactions to them, for some reason. But the hunter was the opposite. He spent a good deal of time exploring the second human's body, the lines on his muscles still easy to recognize even with his impaired vision. Bottom or not, he was just as muscular as his mate. Just as desirable.

“Baby- Baby, calm down," the top kept using those words, holding his bottom in place despite his apparent struggle. The new man tried to get off his grasp, to step back, perhaps out of fear? The Yautja had no idea. All he knew was he wanted more of them inside him.

Before long, the need won him over and he turned around. Perhaps flashing his dick for this one would work as much as it did the first time. And it's not like he had any problem with how hard the first human had left him. But in his weakness, all he could do was lean on the wall and slowly slid down until his butt fell on the ground, landing on his own puddle of pre and staining his spent ring. He could feel the fluid sticking to his scales, and it only excited him more. He wanted their dicks. So much, he adjusted himself up to expose his waiting hole once again.

“F-Fuck…" he said, meekly. What was once a war cry for gratification had turned into a bitch's moan. But he didn't care as long as it brought him more cock. He slapped his own ass, hoping to entice them, to direct their attention. And the second human seemed to stare at him for a moment, while his mate talked to him in a soft tone.

“See? He just wants a good fuck, man," the top started. “I know it's freaky. I think it's some sort of alien or some shit, I don't know. But seriously, look at that body and tell me you wouldn't want a piece of that. Hell, look at that cock! And that ass is great, I tell you."

“Shut up," the bottom's angry hiss stopped his mate. Male Yautja would never accept such an insolence from their wives, but he guessed that human males were a different story. It didn't matter to him; what mattered was that the bottom now approached him, slowly. Unlike his mate, this one wasn't a fighter, but he was far from a careless sod. Every step was carefully calculated, and while he could see the heat signature of an erection in his pants, he wasn't as prone to letting such sensations dictate his actions.

He reached the Predator and kneeled in front of him, his eyes darting up and down his limp, muscular body. He looked back at his partner only once, getting a nod in response. In any other circumstance, a careless moment like that would've meant a new prize for the young hunter to brag about. But as things were now, he just wanted to feel more of their flesh in and on him.

The bottom reached and grabbed his cock, giving it a couple strokes. His touch was softer than his mate's, but just as exquisite, and the Yautja's mandibles clicked in delight. The bottom let out an approving chuckle and kept his motions going, making the Predator close his eyes to try and sink further into the pleasure. The sensation of an alien hand was amazing, and while it wasn't as familiar with his spots as his own, it more than made up with its eagerness.

He opened his eyes again, just in time to see the human lean forward, head diving between his thighs. His member was soon swallowed by a mouth just as eager, and the hunter gasped as his eyes widened. He had been wrong. It wasn't just using the mouth as a hole, but rather, the human was sucking around his cock. His eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and pure arousal. Humans were truly an inventive sort, and he was experimenting the results with his body. But sucking wasn't enough for the bottom, and soon he was bobbing up and down his stiff rod, while his tongue twirled around his flesh. It was an assault from so many fronts, the Predator had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he was receiving pleasure from everywhere at once, and his loud moans and grunts were the result.

His hips involuntarily started bucking forward, wanting to feel more around his cock. He pushed in and out, imitating the top's movements before and fucking his bottom's mouth like he owned the thing. It was exquisite, and when he felt his tip brush against the human's throat, he felt strangely proud of his own size. Moan after moan left his mouth, his entire body shivering, wanting to be spoiled even more.

“Fuck…" the human said as he pulled out. The Predator's cock was now left in the cold air, and he found himself craving the warmth depths of his mouth one more time. “He tastes great, I'll give you that," the bottom said to his partner. The Yautja didn't care what they talked about, as long as he got to fuck his mouth one more time. But before he could try anything, he felt the human's lips against his balls, kissing and sucking in each one at a time. It was beyond heavenly. They kept catching him off guard, as if arousal and sex were Earth's true skills. They could destroy entire empires if they used them right.

But he focused more on the human's tongue, on the trail it followed. From treating his plump sack, he went further down, slowly teasing his taint, getting more shivers out of the hunter. That was an area not even he had explored, after all, and he was surprised to discover just how sensitive it could be. But the human didn't stop there, and his tongue followed until he came across the spent, gaping hole. He felt that tongue, this time trailing the edge of his ass and poking the flesh around it, lapping at any drop of his partner's pre that made its way out of him. The Yautja was convinced that was going too far, that he wouldn't dare…

But he dared. The human's tongue pushed inside his hole, gently spreading him as the cock before had done. And the Predator simply whimpered in joy as he was again reminded of his newfound love for penetration. It was a fundamentally different sensation, thinner, wetter, colder than the top's cock, but just as enjoyable. It made his body grow limp, his mind almost shutting down as he simply enjoyed himself. It ended too soon, the tongue leaving his ass in a matter of seconds, but it had been enough to make him reach the edge, if his throbbing length was anything to go by.

“Fuck, he tastes great all over," the bottom said to his partner, who had approached the two as well. The Predator didn't even notice until now. “And he's a bottom slut, I can tell. He was going crazy when my tongue was up his little ass."

“It's one hell of a tight ass, babe. You want to fuck it?" the Yautja couldn't understand the top's words, but he understood the bottom's nod. And even more, he understood when he reached and pulled down his pants, his member jumping out in the air. It looked just as he had seen it before, when the two were fucking together. Appetizing. He could already feel his ass contract with need, with the wish to be filled.

Next thing he knew, his legs were pulled by the bottom. Perhaps calling him a bottom wouldn't be so appropriate anymore, but he had nothing else to call him. Didn't matter; more important was how he was pulled until his ass rested atop his lap, cock already between his buttocks, pushing, squeezing, the tip teasing his hole. He wanted it inside him. But his hunger left him too weak to force it to do so, leaving him at the mercy of his human lovers. He could barely tell their factions apart, but if he could, he would've seen a playful, sensual smirk on the bottom.

The tip went in, with surprising ease. After how open the top had left him, it wasn't a surprise. And yet, he felt the same fire and the same jolts travelling through his body. He could only feel the absolute bliss, the joy of once again being pierced, and it only deepened with the more inches he took in, each one more exquisite than the last. It wasn't long before that same sweet spot was touched again and he almost melted from the ensuing sensations.

And thus, the humping resumed. In and out, the bottom took a strong pace from the go. After a few thrusts, the Yautja was already jumping up and down in his lap, his ass getting pierced more and more by the second. Every time he fell back into that erect rod, he felt his hole being thoroughly filled, his muscles getting tense from the sensations shooting from it and going all over his body. It all sent shivers up his spine and made his voice echo in the barn from the constant moaning and screaming. He wanted more. So much more.

“Fuck! He's super tight!" the bottom said, his voice growing tired as his breathing rushed from his own arousal. Even the Predator could clearly see it in his face, twisted by the pure pleasure his ass was giving him. He felt a hand on the back of his head, rubbing behind his dreadlocks, at the same time that he saw one do the same to the human. When he looked up, he saw the bottom, his eyes wandering from one of them to the other, as if looking over them. As if he owned them. It wouldn't be so bad to be owned by him if he gave him this much bliss often enough.

“I told you, baby. He's good," he said, and a surge of pride filled the hunter. That too, however, was ignored when his eyes landed on a far more enticing prize.

The top's cock, just as hard as he had left it before, was right in front of him, hanging between his legs without a care in the world. He stared at it, taken by the brilliance of its heat and the shape that had imprinted on his ass. It was thanks to that rod piercing him in the first place that he could now easily take in this and enjoy the pleasure it gave him. And now, it was in front of him, tempting him…

Slowly, he opened his mouth, mandibles spreading just as he leaned forward. His eyes were focused on the throbbing, dripping member, and his body focused on the hunger it gave him. By the time his jaw was completely expanded, the flesh open to reveal his mouth, he was already diving in to take the cock in. He didn't notice the top's look of horror when he saw his face's true form.

“Wow, what the…! Oh. Oh…" the face of horror turned into one of bliss as he got to experience the Predator's mouth on his own. The young Yautja had little knowledge of how to do it, but based on how the bottom had pleased him, he started sucking and licking the length as much as possible. “Shit, you're eager. You're better than I thought you would be. Damn, you were right, babe. He's a natural slut."

The hunter, on his side, was elated. Against all his predictions, the human's cock had such a magnificent taste, it was almost hard to believe. The one time he tried his own seed was nothing in comparison to this earthy, yet sweet essence. It was masculine but charming at the same time, so much it was intoxicating. That and the smell- good lord, the smell! He wanted to drown in that powerful musk so badly, all while that powerful taste was the last thing lingering in his mouth. He didn't need any directions; his tongue moved on its own, trailing the veins all across that delicious manhood.

But the greatest pleasure was hearing the humans. Just like when they were enjoying each other's bodies, they were now screaming and moaning in absolute pleasure. Thanks to his mouth's actions, the top moaned and pushed forward, motioning to start humping. There was something so erotic about it, about getting his mouth treated like yet another hole to fill up, that the young Yautja responded by bobbing his own head up and down his length, taking in more of him every time and relishing on the flavor.

All through that the bottom continued pounding his hole. The speed, the strength, it all constantly picked up, sending his body into growing euphoria with each upwards thrust. He wanted more of him, he wanted to keep him in, and his ass constantly clamped around that big manhood, begging it to stay inside him. He tried his best to suck him in, but that only made him pull back and ram back in even harder. It was exquisite. Exquisite!

As soon as he started feeling the top's balls slap against his chin, he knew it would be over soon. They were slowly contracting, approaching their own release. And even more than any of their cocks, he suddenly craved their seeds. If the rod tasted this amazing, how would it feel once it shot in his mouth? The anxiety, the yearning, the need to know the flavor of those thick globs of manly seed as they landed square on his stomach- it was too much to bear, and it made him suck even harder, clamp harder. He wanted their seed in him. He wanted to be their bitch, their personal cum dump. He wanted to know if human cum was as good as the cocks that made it.

He could clearly hear the human's grunts. His humps were turning shorter, rougher, just like he had seen his fellow hunters do before. It seemed to be one thing their species had in common as they approached climax. And he followed through, sucking harder as well, as if telling the top that his seed was meant to go in his mouth. One final thrust was all it took…

Just as the same time as the bottom slapped harder against his hole, his body on fire from the intense treatment. That mighty human member, so incredible, so thick, so long… The way it pushed his every button with every hump, ramming against that sweet spot he had just discovered, making him tremble all over. The way each hit made his cock jump excitedly and fall limp on the human's abs, only to go for it again, his ass clamping, milking him, feeling it get tense as it too edged towards the limit…

By some delicious, amazing miracle, both humans came at the same time. And for the young Predator, it was nothing short of bliss. The taste… Good lord, the taste! It was thick, rich and warm in texture alone, easily rolling down his throat, but the taste! It was sweet and salty at the same time, almost like magic! And he got every drop of it, ropes shooting and landing on the back of his throat before dragging down towards his stomach. A single load was already enough to make him full, but the human kept shooting until he couldn't contain anything else. It started dripping down his chin, down his chest, despite his efforts to keep it in. Such a waste, but if the result was to be covered it…

But it didn't compare to his ass! Goodness, his ass! It was overflowing in no time, the hot, thick cum already gushing out around the bottom's member. But he kept shooting, and the pressure kept hitting the Yautja straight in that sweet spot. There was so much power in it, he was almost worried the human would breed him. But he wanted that too; he wanted it if it meant he could get more and more of this incredible pleasure all over his body.

The two cocks left his body at the same time, both of them victim to the overflow. His inexperienced holes couldn't take such massive loads, and the seed kept sprouting from them even after they were out. Soon, the Predator's face, chest and crotch were all covered in cum. His ass leaked and he had to cough from all the seed in his mouth, but he was in so much bliss, he wanted even more. He wanted them to keep shooting all over him, to coat him white with that intoxicating substance. The taste, the heat- everything about their cum was driving him mas, and he wanted more of their cocks again.

The pleasure was enough that he joined their orgasms. His own thick Yautja meat let out the first of many ropes of Predator seed, jumping out of him and landing on the bottom's chest and abs. Several followed, and from the three males cum flew all over, landing on either the spent Predator or the young human lying in front of him. More than one shot clashed with another, turning into a mixed glob that, more often than not, fell to the ground until it pooled around them. By the time they were over, the Yautja and human were covered in each other's jizz, a puddle formed between them, all overseen by the tall top standing above both.

And once it was over, the Yautja fell limp to the ground. His breathing was heavy and his eyelids threatened to close, but he still felt fulfilled. The once standing cock was now flaccid on his stomach, a single thread of jizz coming out of it. The once proud hunter slowly came to the realization that he had just lost his virginity to humans, but basking in the afterglow as he was, he held no regrets.

“That was amazing," he heard one of the humans' voices and looked up. Unlike him, they were in perfect state. The bottom even managed to stand up after such a session. Truly a species meant for sex. The two kissed in front of him, stroking one another, rubbing their pecs and arms. Just seeing them gave him even more energy, more hunger… and before he knew it, he was already craving for their cocks again.

“I told you he was great. Maybe we should keep him," he still had no idea what they were saying. If only he knew their language he could tell them to use him again. To destroy him, to give him more cock. Because in the end, that's what he really wanted their cocks. He wanted them lodged deep inside him, shooting in and on him, covering and coating him with their seed over and over.

“Fuck…" he whispered. It was the only word he knew, something that seemed akin to mating. And it enough to get their attention. They stared at him, almost as if waiting for more instructions, and the weakened Yautja gathered whatever strength he could to grope his own ass and scream from the top of his lungs. “Fuck!"

“Well…" the bottom was the one talking now, addressing his partner instead. Their wicked smiles told the hunter everything he needed to know. “He's the boss. What do you say we call the guys. Bet they would love to fuck a hunky alien."

“Shit, they would!"

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And so, the months passed. The ship had long been abandoned, left to its fate. Those were things of the past. The barn had become his new home, and the last months had been a learning experience. The doors to the barn opened…

“Anyway, everyone got here first, so you'll only get sloppy seconds," his top talked to another human, an older one he recognized from previous nights. His bottom was following close behind. “There's also a new guy, but he got into it pretty fast. Hope you'll get along."

This older man was greeted by a familiar, but not for that less striking image: The Yautja, kneeling on all fours, surrounded by men. A cock in each hand, he stroked them both hard and fast, wanting to get them to shoot all over him soon. And the new guy plowing his ass behind them all, hard enough that he could hear the wet slapping all the way here. It wasn't the first round, however, if the Predator's sticky back was evidence.

“Give me… your cock…" the Yautja whispered with what little English he had managed to grasp in his time on Earth; just enough for what he wanted, really. His words were stopped anyway, when the bottom grabbed his head and pressed his cock against his mouth, making him open his mandibles up for his lover to please himself.

Soon enough, the top and the older man lined up, already waiting for a shot at the Predator. One that they would get soon enough as the new guy finished his own humping, his seed bursting out into the hunter's ass, filling him up until his eyes rolled in his skull. But it didn't stop there, and as soon as he pulled out, the older guy pushed in, his hole filled up anew and his insides already scrambling as he was plowed one more time.

All he listened were the moans of the many men he now lived to please, and all he needed was their seed anyway. That sweet, delicious human seed, coming from those hard, throbbing cocks. He wanted them. He needed them. He couldn't get enough.