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It was a large, hot planet in a distant quadrant, far away from Earth. A planet known far and wide by most of the galaxy as a nest of danger, where only the most bloodthirsty lived. It was Yautja Prime, home of one of the fiercest, most aggressive species known across the universe.

Vast deserts and active volcanoes covered most of the planet's surface, with the mountains constantly billowing smoke and spewing plumes of magma, flowing into rivers that crossed far and wide. The heat was unbearable, and next to no living being could inhabit such arid lands. The ones that did where usually devoid of anything but their survival instinct and struck at everything in their wake if it meant they had a chance of staying alive. It was as if the whole planet thrived in aggressivity.

But life finds a way even in the most hopeless situations. It's part of its nature, to be relentless in its pursue to exist. Even in such a dead star, there were small pockets, spread far away from one another, where large, luscious jungles grew. Compared to the rest of the world, such places were paradises for those lucky enough to be born into them. And that included the planet's dominant species. Known for their large, muscular bodies, covered in hard, yellow scales, and the multiple quills covering their bodies and heads like wild manes, the Yautja were the ruling species of such a world.

Despite being born in the small jungles, they were still as ruthless as any other species in their planet; their homes simply gave them the chance to become smarter, and they used that chance to deadly effectiveness. Through their impressive strength and intelligence, they soon rose as rulers among all other kinds, taking from the jungle anything they needed to live, daring to travel to the untamed lands of fire that comprised their homeland, and one by one conquering every creature in their wake. Every living being, from the smallest to the largest, were resources, as well as evidence of the Yautja's power.

They were hunters by need, but it soon became their tribe's pride. And as they kept growing and developing, as they managed to travel towards other planets and distant stars, that pride didn't change in the least. They kept hunting, not for need but for sport. For their pride itself. Hunting became so ingrained in their culture, the greatest hunters were revered in their tribes, while the weak were looked down upon. Strength was the one thing all Yautja could agree on, the one true meaning behind their existence, so much that they kept traveling to more and more distant planets, fighting more and more dangerous species.

Earth was one such planet, and humans were one such species. The strange kind of small, unremarkable primates had taken the lives of more than one Yautja hunter; even some of their more experienced men had perished to the hands of Earthlings. They had become one of those forbidden species, so dangerous that only the most truly skilled warriors were allowed to try and challenge them. They were one of the highest prizes among their kind.

And once again, humans proved their prowess in battle. How many of their youngest, most promising hunters had been lost to that damned blue planet just in the last cycle? How many of their most experienced, most cherished warriors when they crossed the stars to try and enact revenge? It was a crisis the likes of which Yautja Prime had never faced before, for no species, no matter how powerful, how dreaded, had ever managed to hold so much against them. No matter what crisis they faced, they always caught their prey. Until now, until humans had apparently become so dangerous, no hunter could possibly defeat them.

For the first time in centuries, the leaders of all clans had gathered together to try and find a solution. Yet, they're all men, and most of what they do is scream at one another, call each other weak for losing against the humans before being called weak themselves for the very same reason. The Yautja speak in a very characteristic language, composed of a series of loud shrieks, mandible clicks and other sounds that can only be produced by their specific anatomy, and that cannot be reproduced by any of Earth's written words. If we were to try and translate what they say in real time, however…

It is the humans' fault, one of the leaders said, screaming from the top of his lungs above the voices of all else. By pure chance, the other leaders heard him, and they all stayed quiet to hear what he had to say, for it was his right as the one with the most kills among them all. The humans were becoming too powerful, he said, if they could take down so many of their hunters like this. A good hunter never backs down from a challenge, he said, and they should gather as many of their forces as possible and take them all, show them that their position is as prey for them to catch.

And many of the leaders applauded his bravery, but others declared it foolishness. If the humans are becoming so strong, one of them argued, then the right thing to do is take their time and develop greater weapons, greater technology, and greater warriors to fight back against them. The greatest hunter, he said, is the one that waits and knows his prey before going for the kill.

But despite all the approving nods and mandible clicks, others still considered him a coward for choosing to retreat. The hunter is the one who hunts, one of them yelled, and if the humans are becoming advanced enough to take so many of their finest in a fight and come out victorious, then they would soon become advanced enough to travel and wage war against the Yautja. They have to be eliminated before they become too big a threat, he said.

And the hall became a massive mess again. Meaningless insults were thrown around wildly, and more than one of the leaders threatened to take matters on their own hands if the others didn't respect them. It wouldn't be the first meeting ending in a fight, and it surely wouldn't be the last. But this was no time for the petty squabbles of men; not when their kind was slowly dwindling, and when the threat of losing more great warriors was rearing its ugly head.

For the first time in millennia, the heavy thuds of a ceremonial baton against the floor were heard. It echoed across the hall, loudly enough that all leaders went silent, as a shared chill crawled up their spines. High above them, high on the raised walls of this ancient room, a single female Yautja smacked the baton to get their attention, her firm breasts exposed and unmoving as she did. From the gates behind her, others of her kind entered the room, and the leaders immediately recognized them as the entourage that all men deep down feared more than any prey they could face. Without missing a beat, the clan leaders kneeled in unison.

From the depths of the dark room to the other side, a massive chair was brought into the meeting hall, carried by the Yautja priestesses. Their muscular bodies completely bare, they held no shame in front of them men beneath them. They were stronger, and they knew as much. But it wasn't that strength that the leaders respected. It was the enormous one they carried inside, her body still strong despite the thousand of years it carried, covered in long, shining drapes of the finest silk this planet could produce.

She was the Matriarch, the highest authority in Yautja Prime. The one all tribes and clans revered as their strongest and wisest. The one that legends said had lived for as long as the species had, and that all Yautja descended from her loins. Few had the honor of meeting her, yet here she was, exposing herself of her own accord to the men discussing in her sacred chambers.

What is the meaning of this, she asked. For what reason do your words bounce off my walls and interrupt my pondering, she wondered, rising from her chair to meet her subjects' gaze, revealing the massive set of quills that reached as far as the floor. Why do you waste so much time arguing amongst yourselves trying to come up with a solution, instead of fighting Earth to rescue our hunters, to recover their bodies and celebrate their glorious passing in battle, she asked again.

And of course, the leaders were about to reply. They looked up, their mandibles shooting open as their anger got the best of them. And they all started screaming, claiming that she had no place in their discussions, that off-world matters were theirs and theirs alone, and that she should focus on handling the planet, and the hunters that were still there. And it came as no surprise that the Matriarch simply shrieked the loudest any of them had ever heard, instantly shutting them all down.

If so many of our hunters have gone missing, she said, then it is a matter I must tend to personally. You have only proven your incompetence, and you will not lead the proud Yautja race to extinction with your thoughtless actions, she berated them, and no leader dared talk back to her, for they knew she was right, and that she was stronger than any of them. Humans cannot be allowed to continue taking our people, she whispered, and her subjects looked up in hope, humans must be dealt with, but they have already taken our best hunters, meaning that a different approach must be taken.

And right on cue, the hall's doors opened, and crossing them were a small squad of Yautjas in full hunter gear. Muscular legs and arms, covered in thin fishnet armor, their chests protected by solid plates and their heads equipped with helmets that accommodated the long quills that fell down to their backs. They were just as broad, large and imposing as any other hunter the leaders had seen, but the one difference they noticed where the curves on their chest plates, meant to fit in the large breasts each one of them had.

The leaders were smart enough to not incur the Matriarch's anger again, but they still quietly wondered the meaning behind her actions. Female hunters, while not unheard of, were far from common. What can they do that the other hunters can't, one of the leaders asked, voicing the same question that wandered inside the heads of all his companions.

Men, she started, have proven themselves too violent. They hunt for sport, but forget that their prey is dangerous once they're in the heat of battle. They often act without thinking, and that has already proven fatal against humans, she said. The Widow Clan will take over, and they will provide their greatest huntresses for the task. Fighting with strength and wisdom has always been the Yautja way of hunting, she argued, and no one but our women have proven the greatest amount of skill in such a thing. Our faith shall rest on them from now on.

She said as much and lied back on her chair, no more explanations given. Perhaps to emphasize how final her word was, the priestesses raised her seat again, and walked back into her darkened chambers. The doors closed and the Matriarch was gone as suddenly as she had entered in the first place, leaving the clan leaders alone with the Widow Clan. And for the first time that day, silence fell on the meeting hall, for none of the leaders knew how to approach the usually secluded women that now stood next to them, ready to take on such a task.

The Widow Clan. Its name said all that needed to be said. Male Yautja left the relative safety of their planet in order to hunt and gain honor, but they were still living beings. In their genes was inscribed the need to procreate and form families, eternally mixed with the danger of their instinctive calling. Thus, they hunted, hunted again, took mates and procreated, lived with them, cherished the, and then they hunted more. And the ones that never made it back left behind widows, who abandoned their clans to live together in seclusion, to become strong on their own. Such was the nature of their species, after all; only the truly strong survived.

All female hunters, one of the leaders said, as few as they are, come from the Widow Clan; for as powerful as our women are, they only strive for greater strength and greater honor when no choice is left for them. Truly, they're not as aggressive as the men of our kind, the oldest clan leader remarked, which is why they stay on Prime, unburdened by the need to hunt and prove themselves. They will think coldly, and only act with calculated moves, succeeding where our men have failed.

Such were his words, and once again silence befell them, as all clan leaders agreed with his assessment. From that regard, the unencumbered female were a better choice in a battle where sheer strength alone had proven insufficient. And the widows, who had been quietly standing among them, as if expecting their approval, or perhaps waiting for them to recognize their strength, finally moved again, exiting the room without so much as a word to the elders. Efficiency made manifest, they were, willing to abandon even their pride and honor if it meant succeeding in their mission; that was what went through the heads of the leaders as they watched them all walk through the door.

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Light years away, while this all happened on Yautja Prime, there was this little, bright blue planet, third from its nearest star. A world much unlike the seething deserts of the Yautja world; full of water and brimming with life. It was Earth, the planet that, to this day, humans were still bound to. The very same humans that had managed to tame and best as many of Yautja Prime's hunters as they sent their way.

It all started in a small, secluded farm, somewhere deep into the forest, somewhere in the planet. A small house to the side, nowadays almost ignored, as all eyes that wandered by this place were usually focused on the large barn. For all its seclusion, this small farm was still surrounded by countless vehicles, from trucks to cars; from nearby workers and farmers, to the most distant of city-dwellers, all of them came over to this small barn, attracted by the same rumors.

“I'm telling you, buddy. You're gonna love this place," one of the farmers said to his friend as they approached the barn. A low rumble came from within, only getting louder the closer they stepped to it. What seemed like bright lights came out from beneath the doors and windows, all of them closed. But none of that seemed to worry any of the farmers gathered in front of the doors; especially the two newcomers. “Just don't freak out and trust me, you get the best ass in this place."

“I can see that," the second one agreed with his companion, looking around the grounds and noticing everyone else around them. All of them men of varying builds, from the sculpted to the muscleguts, and the giant hunks with arms big enough to crush your head if they felt like it. Much like him and his friend, all of them were big, burly men, just the type he liked spending the night with. However, when he realized what was going through his head, the first farmer was quick to correct him.

“Oh, buddy, no. These guys are nothing compared to what you're about to see," his cryptic words only served to increase the man's curiosity, who was already talking to a massive monster of a dude in front of the barn. A sort of bouncer, he figured, but why this farm would ever need one, he couldn't figure out. There was no way what he was told was right. After handing over a small pack of bills, his friend gestured at him. “Come on, dude! Let's go!"

The large doors opened for a moment, and the rumbling became a full blast of music that assaulted his ears. A mix of rock and techno booming from the tallest loudspeakers he had seen in his life, pushed as far back into the barn as possible. And despite everything he had been told and warned about, he still couldn't believe the sight spreading in front of him.

Bright neon lights of multiple colors rained on the bar, occasionally changing into a new one, turning the entire building into a rave. But there were no sweaty, cluttered crowds; there were several tables instead, spread through the entire area, surrounded by couches on which multiple men sat. Men of varying builds and heights, wearing from business suits to just random t-shirts, and more than a few already going shirtless. That went on up to the verandas above, where multiple more men cheered and yelled at the stage on the back.

He looked at said stage in awe, already aware of it's meaning thanks to his friend's excited explanations, yet still finding himself unable to believe. Long silvery poles extended from the floor, reaching as far up to the ceiling. Their meaning wasn't lost on him, yet he was still amazed by the dexterous, agile figures all over them, twisting and rolling, hanging from them only with the strength of their cores and spreading their legs, showing enormous bulges and the incredible musculature of their thighs. The young man swallowed out of desire, his own hand absentmindedly reaching for his pants, squeezing his member through the fabric.

“You like what you see, huh?" his friend's voice got him by surprise and he didn't know what else to say, enthralled by the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. The dancers were skilled, hypnotic, their bodies so masculine, so powerful, yet so delectably nimble. He couldn't help but wonder just what kind of training they would've had to go through to reach those levels, and he remembered his friend's wild claims from before, starting to feel there might be more to them. It was said friend's voice what kept him off his trance once again. “Look, there comes one!"

With more excitement than he was willing to admit, the young farmer turned around. And his eyes widened in shock, fear and excitement when he saw the figure approaching them. It was undoubtedly male; a tall man brimming with muscles, bulging arms and gloriously thick thighs, packed behind perfectly tightened fishnets. A leotard covered his torso, showing the outline of his engorged member through the shining black fabric, drawing his eyes downwards almost right away. Looking up that defined body, he found himself lingering in the plump pecs, straining against the cleavage and showing just enough of his cleft to make the young man sigh with desire.

But it was the face what really caught him off guard. Not the yellow tones of the scales covering those muscles, or the abnormality of his height; the face was what really set this creature apart from humanity. His prominent forehead was broad, and it led down to the seemingly permanent frown, the dark sunken eyes, and the wide mouth surrounded by what he could only refer to as mandibles, resembling some sort of bug or crab; that was the only thing that came to mind when he saw it. All of it framed by long black dreadlocks, looking less like hair and more like durable spikes, cascading down his back as far as his shoulder blades, at the very least.

“First time you see one, right?" his friend patted him on the shoulder, and that made him start breathing again, without even realizing it. The strange creature walked past them, a trail full of drinks in his hand, and the more experienced human winked at him, causing the creature's mandibles to click. And he just kept walking away, leaving the humans to check out his ass, each cheek bouncing slightly with every step he took. “Yeah, the faces really freak you out the first time, but they're so fucking warm and slick, dude. After you get your dick in one of them, just seeing them will get you rock hard, trust me on that."

“You've seriously fucked those things?" the younger farmer whispered, getting only a quick chuckle from his friend. But between seeing his companion's growing bulge and feeling his own manhood snaking down his underwear, he couldn't keep his curiosity down. “How is it? Hell, where did this whole place come from?"

“From what I know, they're called the Yautja," his friend whispered, leaning down and looking around. The two men walked over to the nearest wall, away from the still growing crowd and approaching the bar to the side of the barn. Only then, when there were no other men around them, did he continue his explanation. “The owners don't say shit about them, and most of them don't even know enough English to tell you, but the ones that have been here the longest will spill the beans for a good fuck."

“For a good fuck, really?" the young farmer had to admit he wasn't convinced, but his disbelief only got a laugh out of his friend.

“Believe it or not, they're crazy addicted to dick, all of them. Must be something in cum that acts like a drug for them, I don't know, but they'll do anything for cock," as his friend said that, the young man happened to glance over his shoulder, where the same leotard and fishnet creature he had seen was now being aggressively groped by at least two other men in one of the tables. His member escaped through the side of the leotard, showing off his hard length, while another man pulled it off his ass and buried his face between his cheeks.

“Do they just…" he asked, adjusting his pants. “Do they just fuck around like that, in public?" he asked, pointing at the action and getting his friend to turn over.

“I'm telling you, they're addicted," was all he had to say about it. “They even let you use the empty stables as private rooms, if you're too shy. Not like there's a lot of privacy when you can hear all the other guys moaning like crazy to both sides, but I'll be damned if that doesn't make it hotter. That's where I got one of them to tell me a bit more of what's going on here, what they are and all. You know I got a big dick, they can't get enough of it when they see it."

“I sure as hell do," the young man couldn't help but look down at his friend's crotch, and his mind wandered towards all the times he had seen what was on the other side of the fabric, and how many times he had felt it. Until a pair of snapping fingers got him back into reality.

“Focus, man. We're here for some alien ass," he said, and laughed at the wide-eyes reaction he got. “You heard me right, they're aliens. Seems like one of them came down to Earth, but they won't tell me what for. Doesn't matter, the point is that he found the owners here, caught them fucking hard and then they gave him a nice, long dicking. The poor guy grew crazy for cocks, and ever since then a lot of others came here to look for him. Rescue parties, all of them getting hooked on human cock, and they just kept coming and coming. Owners saw a business venture and started investing on this, a Yautja strip house for a very selective crew."

“That's… a lot to take in," the younger man admitted. His eyes wandered around the place and he finally started noticing the tall, definitely inhuman creatures that were serving all other patrons, the muscular alien lifeforms that were masterfully dancing around the poles on stage, and he even looked as far as the other side of the barn, where the stables were located and where he could see a few pairs of legs dangling from the doors as some of that… How was it called, Yautja ass? They were surely getting pounded hard. He couldn't even begin to think what kind of sounds would be coming from there, sadly drowned by the loud music. “And how did you get in here, exactly?"

“What, don't I just scream exclusivity to you?" he replied, and with a grin started flexing. When all he got was an unimpressed frown, a sigh abandoned his mouth. “Fine, fine. I was with the crew that got the loudspeakers and built the stage and all. I egged them a little to tell me what this was about, they knew I was gay, and they squeezed me in. And I'm not gonna complain about all the booty I've got since."

“That sounds more like you," that got the young farmer a playful shove. “Ok, but one last question," he asked, watching the Yautja one more time. He really couldn't tear his eyes away from their exquisitely sculpted bodies, but the more he looked at them, the more he saw the bright fabrics, the frills and tights clinging to their bodies. “Why are they all dressed like women?"

“Beats me. Maybe they like it, I'm not asking and I'm not kinkshaming. To be honest, it kinda grows on you after a while. Love me a Yautja in nice lingerie," he was left speechless at his friend's shameless proclamation. Out of shock, more than anything. But just like he had said, there was nothing to shame him for. “Anyway, enough of that. I need some ass, so I'm gonna see who wants some. There's gotta be one or two available right now to get to the stables."

“Wait, you're leaving me here alone!?"

“Come on, dude! It's just like any other bar. Just order a drink, loosen up, get your dick sucked while watching the show," that was all his friend had to say before losing himself into the small crowd that started forming. Between the changing lights and the loud music, the young farmer soon lost sight of him.

Just like that, he was left alone. He realized most of the action was going on in the center of the barn, where the couches and tables were taken up to the brim, and the patrons threw cheers and packs of bills to the performing aliens, while their drinks were brought over. It made sense; why sit on the bar when you could just have a cutie in a short skirt bring you your glass, and take his ass while you were at it. When he thought about just that, he looked over to that spot where the last waiter he had seen was: He could no longer see him, his body laid down on the couch while the two guys spitroasted him, their finished drinks forgotten in the table. The sight alone was enough to excite him, to make his body heat up and his bulge tighten. Slowly, his hand crawled up his leg, reaching the zipper and gently pulling-

No! Just thinking about what he was about to do was enough to make him turn around with a furious blush. Other than his uncomfortable erection, his painfully rushed breathing and the pounding against his chest made him reconsider having come over. Even if other guys were perfectly fine with it, he just couldn't see himself pulling his dick out in public like that.

Hoping no one saw him, he looked around. His worries, thankfully, were unfounded, as the counter was completely empty. Literally, other than him, there was no human being who even so much as remotely considered sitting there for a drink. Perhaps that made him a coward, in a way…

“Anything in your mind, dear?" a new voice reached his ears. A raspy, yet soothing voice that he immediately knew could not be made by any human throat. It wasn't a surprise when he looked up and his eyes came across yet another of these strange creatures, standing behind the counter with a bottle in his hand. “Let it all out," he said while slowly pushing a full glass towards the young farmer.

He looked at the bright golden fluid left in his glass, unsure of what he was staring at. He had never been a fancy drinker, content with any beer that could get a good buzz going. But that didn't matter right now, as he was immediately drawn towards a much more delicious treat for his weary eyes. Against his better judgment, he looked back up at the massive man in front of him, easily a whole feet taller than him, and his entire body trembled with need.

The Yautja behind the counter was like the rest behind him: Inhuman and monstrous, yet brimming with so much muscle, he had an easy time watching past that. But what shocked him the most was the long crimson dress he was wearing, draping all the way down to the floor. The straps rested on his broad shoulders, unencumbered by the long quills, and the bust hugged tightly to his pecs. The farmer's mind went immediately to the leotard-wearing waiter before, and he wondered if these dresses were custom-made; he couldn't think any other way for the fabric to adapt to these masculine curves so elegantly and seamlessly.

The more he stared, the more his eyes went down, trailing the muscular silhouette that the dress, rather than hide, only accentuated. The pectorals, tight against one another, made a deep cleft that he could only think about slipping his hands into, and the slim waist was evident even under the dress. He just knew he had abs as well; no man with this kind of majestic physique wouldn't. And he wanted to rip his clothes off him and just worship that exquisite body.

He didn't realize he was leaning over the counter, or that the bartender was allowing him to do so. He was hypnotized by the single piece of cloth covering his frame, falling over his legs save for that cut that went as high as his thigh, through which the limb escaped. He wore fishnet tights, of all things, and further inspection showed him a pair of bright red high heels, which he wore with a dominant, sensual posture. When the young farmer's eyes went back up the curves of his leg, he licked his lips while wondering what else was cleverly hidden inside that dress.

“First one's on the house. Next you have to start paying," his voice got him out of his trance again, and he stared back at him, blushing. Hoping this massive creature wouldn't hold it against him to stare. There was something about that gigantic body that set his instincts on fire, that activated his fight-or-flight responses, but his conscious mind couldn't quite put his finger on what. “Relax, dear. You can watch all you want. Touching is another thing."

“S-Sorry…" he stumbled, grabbing his drink and downing half of it in one go. As the unknown burn went down his throat, he immediately regretted it, but by the time it started to spread across his body, he was already calmed enough that the alien didn't bother him in the least. Quite the opposite, the more he looked at him, the more he gawked at those wonderful muscles, craving to know what they felt like. “You, um… Your English is very good," was all he could say, buzzed or not.

“I was one of the first to arrive, in the first rescue party. Not the first, he's the owner's favorite and they keep him for themselves," the Yautja's voice remained as raspy, yet he didn't make any effort to clear his throat. Most likely a side-effect of their anatomy; their throats weren't meant to use human words. “And I learn quick. That's why they left me here, on the bar. Enough about me, though. How are you, dear? First time is always the toughest."

“Is it that obvious?" he asked in a deflated tone, practically falling on the counter in front of him. His hand lazily rolled the glass around its own base, until the rough Yautja fingers held it. Despite the coarse feeling of the scales, his touch was surprisingly tender.

“The bar is always empty. All the guys always look for action on stage. That's where it all happens," and his words confirmed what the young man had been thinking for a while now. “Besides," he continued, “you have that cute new guy face."

“You think I'm cute?" the man laughed, getting a wink from the alien in response. It would've been easy to blame the one drink he had that night for the sudden blush he felt crawl up his face and as far down as his neck, along with the courage surging from his throat.

That all stopped, however, when his eyes wandered off to the side, towards another fine example of the masculine species. This particular Yautja approached him in a small black dress, bordered with white frills and adorned with one or two ribbons. He couldn't believe his eyes at first, but it was indeed a monstrous alien in a maid outfit, and a rather short one if he had anything to say, his shoulders perfectly fitting while his legs squeezed in embarrassment to keep any impossible breeze from lifting his skirt. The young man wanted so badly for it to happen, just to catch a glance at whatever was underneath, whether it was a pair of boxers, a pair of panties, or simply nothing at all.

“We cater to several tastes," the bartender said, no doubt having noticed just how intently he was staring at this newcomer. A quick gesture from him was all it took for the maid Yautja to walk over to them, his body leaning on the chair and pressing against the young man, making him almost lie back on the counter while restless, yet surprisingly experienced hands started feeling up his own muscles underneath his shirt. It wasn't until he felt the bartender's breath on his ear that he even remembered where he was. “I hope our girls give you a proper night, sir. And don't worry, this time it's on me."

“…Don't mind if I do," he said, unable to reject a willing hole when it was given to him with such insistency. And for free, to boot. The red dress Yautja vanished out of the corner of his eye, and almost right away from his memories, as his attention was completely taken over by the maid groping his body, eyes admiring every bit of his physique he happened to grope while roaming downwards, no doubt searching for his member.

He wasn't used to it. The few bigger guys he'd been with before were often dominant and intimidating, demanding him to bend over for them. Having such a monster of a man hold and stroke his erection through the fabric of his pants made his entire body heat up and his breathing rush. In a matter of seconds, he was leaking so profusely, it was already going through his underwear and staining his pants. It was the first time he remembered it being so strong, yet he couldn't help but keep moaning as the skilled fingers kept trailing the outline, following every vein and squeezing the head. He was truly in heaven.

He couldn't hold back anymore. No matter the shape, any hole was good for the now constant craving his entire body demanded of him. And he couldn't wait for the Yautja to get his wits about it; not when the commanding position was shoved on his lap so much. He reached for his own pants, his fingers brushing the alien's claws; in that second, he fell in love with the smooth scales covering them, the sensation making him shiver as he dexterously undid the button. He needed to do nothing else, as his partner understood and pulled down the zipper out of his own volition.

His underwear was a soaked mess, a massive stain making the fabric stick to his dick so tightly, it left literally nothing to imagination. He glanced down and even the outline of his head was too evident for comfort. The Yautja didn't seem to mind; quite the opposite, as soon as he saw the member snaking down his leg, his eyes widened in excitement, and he heard that clicking sound again coming from him. After a while, it started to feel like laughter to the human; perhaps a chuckle, at the very least, as the aroused alien's eyes wouldn't tear away from the prominent bulge he sported.

The same claws that had been stroking him through his pants were now trailing the curves of his erection, all the way to the base. The more the alien's claws brushed against the meat under the fabric, the more he felt himself throbbing. Naturally, his excitement finally got the best of him and the Yautja's claws reached and pulled the hem of his boxers down, freeing the long piece of meat for anyone to see.

In that second, as his cock jumped and wiggled out of his clothes, the young human suddenly remembered where he was located. A blush crept up his cheeks at the thought of anyone looking their way and seeing his member being handled by a monstrous alien in a maid outfit; not even in his most surreal fever dreams did he ever consider such a thing. Yet, when he looked up, he saw no one looking their way. All other patrons were either too taken by the show, or too busy with their own romping sessions. He couldn't blame them; a single glance showed him the skilled Yautja dancers twisting around the poles, often holding themselves up with nothing but the strength of their thighs, panties flying and leaving them with nothing but fishnets down their legs, showing off their plump, powerful glutes and long, thick endowments that he was sure many would love to swallow. Even the ones who weren't paying attention were showing just as much, having their dicks flying out as they plowed every hole imaginable in their waiters, showering them with seed. If they were giving him such a show, it was only fair for him to show them something back.

So, he looked down. He decided to focus on the maid Yautja that remained with him, broad back to the audience as he was completely enthralled by the sight of his member. The glint in his eyes was so wistful, so surprisingly tender… That was the human's weakness; the eyes of a sweet, thirsty man. He could tell from every action that the alien wanted him, and his hand rested on the muscular shoulder, gently pulling him towards his crotch, all to tell him that it was fine, that he was taking too long, that he should be eating out his member already. The Yautja's expression didn't change in the least, but he still leaned forward, the mandibles slowly shivering, expanding and spreading around until they were completely open, his wide mouth finally revealed.

“Holy shit!" the human retorted, pulling back an inch out of shock. But a pair of strong hands reached around his waist and held him in place, thumbs slipping under his shirt, lifting it, revealing his own abs and rubbing them in circles. His breathing slowed down just enough for him to lean back on the counter, watching as the alien's face pressed against his body, cock engulfed by his maw. “Holy shit…" he said again, this time with a completely different meaning.

That moment mere minutes before, when his friend told him these creatures were addictive, he silently marked him as crazy. How on Earth anyone could fall for these things was beyond him, until the very second he felt the wet mouth close around his rod. At that precise moment, a moan escaped him, echoing all across the empty bar. His entire body lit up from the warmth, the slick throat that took his manhood without even so much as a hint of a gag reflex. And he was by no means small. He felt his member dig deeper, the head rubbing against the wet, fleshy throat, coating it with pre as it was coated with saliva in return. By the time he reached the base, the Yautja maid had yet to express any discomfort, and the human could only witness in awe as he was deepthroated without difficulty.

Out of habit, his hand reached for his head, for the long dreadlock quills that adorned the waiter's scalp, cascading down to his waist. He only touched them once, but he felt the alien flinch after, hands gripping his broad waist stronger. Perhaps a bad idea, but he still tried again, caressing them and getting a low growl in return, which rumbled all through his body. The alien's fangs prickled against his base, tickling it, while his throat contracted around his flesh. And the human's voice kept filling the bar, his member sucked with such potency, such hunger… He kept stroking the quills, and like a switch, it only made the alien work harder on his manhood.

The restless fingers kept roaming down the length of the quills, surprising the human with how far down they went. He was well beyond the back of his mid-section by the time he finally reached the tips, playfully poking at them and getting another quick prickle on the base of his cock; the tickling was exquisite, and it pushed globs of pre out of his sensitive member. But his eyes were focused further down, on the edge of that frilly dress, and the treasures it surely hid.

The more the Yautja leaned to suck him, the more his legs and ass pushed out. From the back, his ass was most likely already visible, perfect glutes and a tight bulge, likely packed in the cutest pair of panties he could imagine. Just thinking about it made the man shook, his dick oozing more sticky fluids, and getting scratches on his sides in return. But from above, all he saw was the edge of his ass being slowly revealed, those plump cheeks teasing him, testing him, telling him to come slower. He wanted the image in his head to be true so badly…

He leaned forward, his dick pushed further down the alien's throat. The fangs on his mandibles pushed deeper into his skin, but the human didn't mind; it was hard to when the back of his throat was so welcoming. His hands were just as hungry, and they were desperate to dig into the dress, scoop those cheeks and spread them wide, poke at him, turn him for a long, nice lick… So many thoughts crossing his mind, as many as the sensations that coursed through his body, he could barely make sense of any.

But when he finally reached that ass, his hands twitched in shock as the picture he built crumbled. Where he expected the thin lines of soft lingerie hugging to the Yautja's curves, he found nothing. The alien sucking him off was wearing nothing beneath his skirt, and his ass and taint were completely exposed to the audience. He was with a man that craved cock so much, he gave free access to anyone, just like any other alien he saw on stage, starting to take more cocks on their hands and asses. Suddenly, new images filled the human's head, this time of other men walking over, claiming this maid's hole for their own, fucking him rough and hard right there while his mandibles remained open around his cock. Ah, how bad he wanted to see this creature spit-roasted.

But at the same time, something else took him over. A growing need, a fire in the pit of his stomach, that made him squeeze those soft cheeks harder than before. His middle finger moved on its own and quickly reached the tight pucker, trailing the fleshy ring before the tip pushed in. Raw, yet finding no resistance; the Yautja hole practically sucked him ear, eager and welcoming, wanting to be stuffed as much as he wanted to be the one stuffing it. That was the feeling; this ass was the human's property right now, and he wouldn't let anyone else fill it up. Not before he had his own turn at it, at least.

A second finger slipped in and he felt the Yautja wince around his cock. He worried for a second before the alien's voice turned into a whimper, and he pushed back, wanting more of his fingers to slip inside, to pierce him to the end. The human's free hand roamed down his bare taint, trailing the thin line until he found his balls and held them tightly, giving them a nice squeeze that got a groan as well. Everything about this strange creature was so exciting, and his reactions so delectable. The sensitive body only made the human harder, and he trembled with need and desire, cock twitching, yearning to be inside that ass.

The two fingers hooked inside the hole, gently guiding the alien into standing up, with some reluctance from his part; he was so enthralled with the cock in his mouth, he refused to part ways with it. But the fingers spoke, and he ended up looking at the human's eyes, with a hand under his skirt, slipping in. The frills still made a perfect job of hiding the alien's erection, and the young man made it a personal goal to see what it looked like underneath. But pulling it up was far too easy; it was more interesting to make that meat jump out on his own.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, hearing another whimper from his eager partner. He had to stifle a laugh at the sound. But even outside, he kept rubbing that tender ring of flesh, staring at the Yautja's eyes as he teased him, as he made him step closer, until the alien was on top of his lap. The human's own member was suddenly hidden by the skirt, and in there, he found it.

“Holy shit," he whispered when his cock rubbed against the monstrous length the alien sported. Hidden underneath his clothes, he had at least three inches over the human, if not more. How he could keep a weapon like that under a skimpy little dress, the young man had no idea, but that only made his excitement grow. “It's so fucking big."

“Big," the alien's voice was surprisingly deep and rumbling as he repeated his words, leaving the young man confused as to whether he even understood his language or not. But at the very least, he understood enough on the situation to hump, making their members brush against one another. The human gasped at the sudden sensation, the scales on his dick making him tremble and shoot more pre inside the dress, their two members coated…

For a moment, the human thought about just giving up on his original plan. Even if that perfect ass kept calling to him, it was impossible to hear it over the sound of his own new moans mixed with the alien's as their rods rubbed together. He copied those muscular hips, his own starting to buck up and push against the hardened manhood, oozing so much, he felt every drop roll down their lengths, filling up the gaps between them. His hands roamed up the dress, reaching the Yautja's cleavage and cupping his full pecs, slipping into the dress like a bra and squeezing for all his worth. When he found a nipple, he pinched it and was shocked by the loud roar that escaped the taller creature, which slowly melted into a drawn out gasp.

But the alien knew exactly what he wanted, and he rose from the stool, enough to get their cocks to split apart, yet making sure the wet tip never abandoned his skin. The human felt his sensitive head roam down the much bigger Yautja manhood, trail a line down his balls and taint, all the way back to the tight hole. His fingers twitched from the memory of that gorgeous pucker, and his breath was cut the second he felt the flesh start to tighten around him. This tall and muscular maid wasted no time, pushing down against his raw cock with nothing but the intense greed that made him open up completely for him.

Before he knew it, the head was already in. A sharp gasp escaped the young man, and his hands slipped further inside the dress, pulling the top off the Yautja and revealing the large and defined torso the man had imagined. The sculpted abs like those of a Greek statue were a dream, and his chest was plump and prominent, yet pushed back by the most fitting, elegant black bra he had ever seen. The fabric was so thin, he had barely felt it the first time, yet now that he saw it, he had to bite his lower lip to keep down a grunt.

That only lasted a second, before his attention went back down to his cock being engulfed by that perfect ass. In a matter of seconds, the alien had taken him halfway down, raw, and was still going down with no issues. All he did was clamp and squeeze that erection, trying his best to get more of the human's voice out.

“Shit… Fuck… Slow down a bit," the human chuckled after, more of his cock vanishing beneath the skirt, taken by the black hole the alien had between his cheeks. Through all of it, he hadn't even seen his cock once, nor did he really care anymore. He was too busy trying not to bust right there. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby!"

The ass finally landed on his lap. There was no warning for it; the Yautja just hilted on him like that, without any sign or complain. The head of the human's cock rubbed against that alien prostate, and every throb made them both groan in unison. The human's eyes had closed after being overwhelmed with sensations, and he only opened them when he felt the muscular arms brush past his body, holding the alien up from the bar behind them. He opened them up to find him staring down, their eyes once again meeting and their breathing rushed from the heat going through their bodies. He felt that prominent chest rising with air, pushing against his hand and the silky fabric of his bra, begging to be left out. But why let it out when the black lingerie looked oh so lovely against his bright skin? Rather, the human pinched his nipple again, without warning, and got a quick grunt out of him, along with a good clamp around his cock. It was heaven.

Soon, his eyes were drawn down by some unknown force, and there, he finally saw it. Standing proud from beneath the white frills was a monster cock, almost a foot long of man meat dripping with pre, shining on the dim lights and throbbing furiously in synch with the dick lodged inside his ass. Just looking at it was enough to set something inside the human.

The free hand flew forward, looking for the alien's hip while the other one squeezed that delectable tit again. He held that marvelous creature tenderly, yet squeezing his side hard enough to find the powerful muscle under his scaled skin. Right away, the human pulled back, his cock exiting the tight ass only for a second before ramming back inside that perfect hole, hitting that prostate in one go and making the Yautja jump in both, surprise and ecstasy. Just like that, the man's muscular hips were already going up those insides again and again, making sure he was spread wide each time.

There was no picking up speed, nor was there any catching up. The human cock went as deep as it could from the very beginning, his balls slamming hard against the alien's ass with his hands holding him in place. The Yautja screamed in bliss, his voice mixing with the music and the many moans of his partners, down on the dancing floor; the human had forgotten all of them, tuned them out as he focused on the one man in front of him, but now he was clearly hearing all of them, feeling his body shiver excitedly as he became just one more in the sheer debauchery all these men were joined in. Just one more voice in what felt like a massive orgy between humans and their alien whores.

The human didn't hold back. The moment he felt his balls pull back, ready for his shot to burst out, he didn't bother doing anything else. A few seconds in was all it took, and his dick shook to no end as massive ropes of hot cum exploded out of the tip, filling up the alien's hole in an instant. The human, always secretly proud of his intense production, grunted as he held the Yautja down, his seed already seeping out of his ass and soaking up his balls and crutch. It was a quick, powerful orgasm that made him tremble, while also feeling the man on top of him breathing harder. His own cock throbbed between their bodies, shaking with every single shot that hit his prostate, until the human's orgasm was over.

But that was merely the first, and the man's excitement refused to die after. He gave the alien no rest, and his humping resumed right after. The cum inside the Yautja's ass made his entrance easier, and the squelching sounds as it was pushed out of him by the invading cock… It was thrilling! It was exhilarating! And it mixed with their screams so marvelously, he was on the verge of another orgasm almost right away.

His hand abandoned the plump chest and went for the alien's massive member, holding it hard, squeezing him and rubbing his head, pressing it with his thumb. The alien's voice got louder still, his body trembling as his head was assaulted by sensations, oozing pre like mad. The human simply used it to aid his strokes, and the wet noise joined everything else, surrounding them in a symphony of sex.

The more he squeezed that length, the more that ass clenched around his sensitive member. The human grunted and groaned, the rumble in his chest threatening to come out in loud, powerful moans. Teeth gritted as he felt the second wave rising up his shaft, and the soft buttocks slamming against his thighs only made it harder to contain.

One more slam, and his second orgasm exploded in the Yautja's ass, shooting straight onto his burning prostate. The alien shook all over, his body assaulted from multiple directions with such fervor, he could no longer hold back. Thanks to the constant stroking, his own length burst out, strands of cum flying between him and the human, almost glistening for a second in the light before landing with a splash on the man's shirt and bare abs.

Their orgasms synchronized soon after: for every rope of thick cum that made it deep into the Yautja's ass, he shot one of his own all over the man. Almost as if every new drop in his body pushed one out of him. The warm substance all over his torso made the human lick his lips, wondering how an alien's cum would taste like. He almost regretted not being able to suck that cock on his own, but those thoughts vanished with every squeeze from the eager ass around his manhood. He wasn't even humping anymore; all he had to do was sit still and let the creature clench and milk him for all his worth, getting him to cum more than he ever had in his life.

After what felt like minutes, and probably were, their shots finished together. The final one had the Yautja fall on top of the human, panting the hardest he had seen not just him, but any male in his life. And yet, the alien's bright eyes were shining with elation, and something he could only call gratitude. Gratitude for the sheer volume of cum he had left in his ass.

Yet, for all that gratitude, the creature stood back up, cock sliding out of his ass, with a trickle of seed following, falling straight on the human's head. It only lasted a second, before the alien clenched hard to keep all the seed in, and he stepped off the stool, his legs having no problem while he pulled his dress back up. The human couldn't help but wonder just exactly how experienced these creatures were that he was able to walk after two loads shot in his ass, without his knees buckling.

When he looked down, he saw his own defined torso, the fancy shirt he had worn to this place completely soaked in the alien's cum. The amount was incredible, and he cupped a bit on his fingers just to try it out. Whatever shyness he had felt when entering was now long gone, as his tongue pushed out to taste the substance off his fingers. It was so close to human cum, he was almost disappointed, before relishing on the masculine flavor anyway. There was no point keeping a soaked shirt on, especially when his dick was already out and about, so he took it off and let it fall on the floor, wondering if he would even remember to pick it up before standing up, headed towards the dance floor.

His hard cock and soaked abs got him more than a few passing glances and whistles thrown his way, both human and Yautja. He didn't even know how they could whistle, but he wasn't about to complain. He ignored them all, anyway, finding an empty couch to sit on and letting his arms open to the sides, his eyes enthralled by the spectacle going on in the stage.

A group of three aliens were all dancing together, wearing nothing but tight fishnets on their muscular legs and high heels that they clicked with every step. Their cocks were out, swinging as wildly as they twisted and twirled around the pole, and often they stepped off just to touch and stroke one another before returning. One would spin in the pole while the other two frotted on the ground, their hands brushing before they traded positions.

It was a constant switch, and it made the young human's cock stir awake once again. He wasted no time stroking himself again, of course, wondering how flexible these creatures really were. In his head, he bent them over, keeping those sensual fishnets intact as he plowed their asses with every ounce of strength his hips had. The cheers and whistles behind him were encouragement for his imagination, as the Yautja held to the pole only with his legs around it, head pointing to the ground and his long member hanging downward, slapping against his ass. The other two stepped closer and started stroking and licking his length, while the dancer's hands made their way up their thighs. The young human was simply amazed by how he could stay rigid despite his body trembling from the constant attentions.

Just like that, he was drawn in. With his reluctance gone, the young human became one more on the crowd of hungry, thirsty men taking all the Yautja cock and ass they could. The aliens walked all around the club in dresses, skirts, bikinis and some in nothing but tight pieces of lingerie, more often than not soaked in their clients' cum. They were here solely for the pleasure of the humans, and the pleasure they themselves got from those exquisite cocks. There was just something… Something that no Yautja present in this place could quite put his finger on, but it made human cum so delectable. They couldn't have enough; they all wanted so much more!

It was disgusting. Or at least so she thought as she spied down on the club, from one of the small windows on the roof. The widow's body remained still, her armor's cloaking active and blending her with the night sky. It was the perfect vantage point to witness everything that went on in this small building of depravity: The human males that stepped in, some of them in such bright colors and elegant outfits, as if they were preparing for a mating call, only for it all to go to waste once they entered and removed their clothes, presenting their bodies as if to demand the attentions of all around them; and the equally male Yautja, all of them the missing hunters, decked in the most dishonorable clothes she had ever seen, walking around, serving these creatures that weren't meant to be more than prey to them.

Were they seeing this, she asked to her companions, turning around for a second, to the empty sky. She knew for a fact that was a wrong assessment; that their ship floated right above her, silent and cloaked like her, waiting for the order to strike. And the angry clicks on her earpiece was all the answer she needed. Her own quills shook as she held down her growls to remain hidden.

There wasn't a single female in sight, of neither species. It was their hunters who took the bottom position, willingly bending over for the humans to pierce them, taking their cocks with faces of unspeakable pleasure. It would've been one thing if the humans were keeping them prisoners, forcing them to be used like sex dolls; all they'd have to do was swoop in and eliminate every single man, rescue their dishonored companions and let the tribe leaders take care of whatever judgment fell upon them. But to see some of their finest warriors, the most exemplar of their proud race, practically fight one another for the chance of letting an inferior race breed them…

Before she could keep sinking on her own anger, the pack's leader called her over. To return to the ship, that was her order, so they could all plan their next move. As if she didn't know already what the logical next move was; just thinking about delaying the inevitable and letting these traitors keep indulging for longer was enough to make her blood boil. But she had to obey orders.

Thus, she left. And the barn was left alone once again, with nothing to interrupt the furious romping that went on between human and Yautja men. The only thing louder than the constant moans all over was the music that boomed from the speakers, but it still wasn't loud enough to reach all the way to the stables, where some of these fallen predators were taken privately by the humans that they so badly craved. The man that had just enjoyed one of them for the first time was now there, having his way with another. Money well spent, considering how hard that alien ass clenched and clamped around his cock. The music was already just an afterthought, and the only sound he needed were the grunts and needy moans from the naked alien beneath him.

“You want my cock, boy?" his voice was soft and shaky. The intense sensations made it hard to keep a steady rhythm, and his focus threatened to slip away more than once. But he still wanted to talk, to whisper on the Yautja's ear and make him tremble as his little bitch. “Say it. How badly do you want it?"

“I want cum!" his voice was rough, and that was probably the extent of his English, but he'd be damned if it wasn't effective. As effective as him clenching around his cock again, milking him for all his worth. “Please, cum! Give me cum!"

“I'll give you all my cum, you naughty little bitch!" and he slammed harder in his ass, until the slap between his thighs and the alien's cheeks was so loud, it bounced off the wooden walls around him. His moans mixed with the Yautja's furious grunts, balls hitting balls, his body shaking and pinned against the wall. The humps were fast and erratic, refusing to stop, hitting the alien prostate with every ounce of strength his hips had.

One last thrust and the human cock trembled for a second, before a massive stream of hot seed burst out and into the alien's ass. The human's screams got louder by the second, while the Yautja's mellowed out, slowly turning into a whimper and a purr. His mandibles opened up and clicked in pure ecstasy, his hole already dripping the seed around his lover's cock, despite how hard he tried to keep it all in. And he joined in soon after, hole contracting as his own balls were emptied on the floor. Like twin geysers, the two men shot strong ropes of cum, until the alien's ass was full to the brim, and the floor under his legs was puddled with the same substance.

The Yautja's knees shook, and he ended up falling on top of his own seed, slipping out of the human's member. His face was distorted with pleasure, and his breathing was hard. But it didn't matter as long as he felt the warm, sticky fluids all over his body, dripping down his leg and staining his naked abs. When the human leaned down and rubbed his arm, along with a kiss to the cheek for good measure, the warmth that spread through the alien's body told him he was in paradise.

That was a heaven he shared with all other Yautja in the barn. They were together in their newfound love for humans and their cocks. Their home, their duty and their honor- it was all irrelevant and forgotten in front of the delectable cocks that they now had on a daily basis. That heaven soon came to a crashing end when the walls caved in, planks and splinters flying all over the place as the new figures entered.

Both, Yautja and man stood up right away, their attention taken by the sudden noise coming from the dance floor. The commotion was immediate, with several of the men getting back up, the looks on their faces ranging from horrified to curious. Had it not been for all the colored lights still flashing on their naked bodies, or their erect cocks dangling with bits of cum and drool on them, those expressions would've seen like straight out of a movie.

“What the hell is going on?" the human asked, but the Yautja was no longer paying attention to him. Despite the hunger his ass still felt, his eyes were focused on his fellow aliens, watching them stand up, their quills shaking threateningly, their mandibles opening not in the sheer pleasure he had grown used to, but in seething anger. Whatever was going on out there- “Hey!" the human pulled him back from the shoulder, their eyes locking for a second. The man that just seconds before had been so intimidating, so dominating, was now staring at him with fear in his eyes. “What's happening?"

The alien's instincts returned, if only for a second. He saw the man and only saw his weakness, his muscles going to waste on someone that wasn't a hunter. But the more he felt that seed roll down his leg, he was reminded of that exquisite cock buried in his hole, making him tremble in delight. The thirst that only he could quench was all that kept the alien from lashing at him, and his eyes returned to the dance floor without even trying to give an answer.

The Yautja men kept growling, eyes aimed to the second floor, where the holes on the walls were left. Despite the feminine clothes they all wore, they reared forward, mandibles clicking in anticipation. All around them, the humans were either frozen in fear or running as far as they could for the entrance; yet, some of them found themselves tangled up in nets and tripping to the ground, their bodies shaking for a second before they passed out from the electric currents coursing through.

Dear reader, you must already know. The ones that these creatures looked up to, the ones that had invaded, were the tall and armored members of the Widow Clan. One on each of the holes, all of them staring down at their fellow hunters, they all stood proudly, angry at the males they were meant to save, for they had lost the right to be saved. The only one who spoke up was the only one that held no weapon, jumping down to the center of the dance floor. Her armor shone with the multiple colors of the barn, showing the curves of her figure. She was taller than the males present, matching them in muscle, but her silhouette alone was enough- her sensual, powerful hips were all the evidence it took.

Through her helmet, she held the gaze of several males, for a few seconds each. They all stared down at her and only her, feeling her authority. Yet, none of them stood down; they chose to bare their fangs and claws openly, ignoring the other widows aiming their guns down. At the slightest movement, they would shoot them down, and all hell would break loose; the leader was confident neither side wanted that, and she took the momentary calm as a chance to look at the humans that managed to subjugate her fellows. But far from the fierce warriors they were told to expect, all she saw were small beings cowering in fear, dangling their genitals like maddened animals, yet hiding behind the much stronger Yautja that just seconds ago they had been sodomizing.

So, these were the creatures they gave up to, she asked. Rather than the honorable death they all assumed, or the horrible experiments and torture they all thought the males were enduring, she continued, they were all taking their time allowing weaker beings to breed them.

But the males refused to respond. They clicked their mandibles in what the humans assumed was a threat, a spiteful remark, but it was akin to a hiss in the widow's ears. They had every intention to fight and defend their depravity, rather than accepting their fall from honor. Their determination was commendable; it was their goals that were foolish.

With one gesture, the leader had all of her companions press the triggers. Several nets shot out of their weapons' muzzles, covering human and Yautja alike, making their bodies convulse from the electricity. While the humans passed out almost instantly, the aliens stood back up, trembling through the pain, weakly grunting, but still very much conscious. Just as the widows expected.

Did they wish to be pierced, the leader asked as she took her helmet off. Her features weren't that different from her fellow Yautja. If anything, the strong eyes and sharp mandibles looked more masculine than those of the males and their heavy make-up. If they wished cock so badly, then damn right they would get it, she said.

Piece by piece, her armor came off. The breastplate was no longer necessary if they had no weapons to fear, so she exposed her chest; a pair of large breasts no longer pressed down came out, firm and supple, yet hanging slightly from their weight alone. They did little to pull the eyes away from her defined musculature, the powerful abs beneath them only further complimenting her powerful appearance. Most of the males never had enough kills under their belts to claim a female, and therefore had never seen the subtly tempting curves their bodies had; despite having found a new obsession on human men, they were still taken aback by that body, and their own cocks started stirring back up between their legs.

She knew it. She saw their thirst and need, glinting in their eyes. It brought back the memories from her own mate, before he was taken in battle. How she wanted to perform for him again, for them. To take them and dominate them like she did with him, all those years back. Slowly, her hands roamed her body, pushing against her bosom, pinching her nipples just to make the males click their mandibles again. Their aggression was gone, replaced by the kind of submission they showed the humans before; their sexual drive took over their brains, dazed by the electric nets, and they started falling to their knees while stroking their members.

The widow leader took her lower armor off, leaving only that fishnet mesh covering her body. And once she was fully exposed, all males' eyes widened in shock. Between her legs, instead of the soft lips they expected, hung a long, thick dick, reaching down to her knee and already dripping with pre. Some of the male Yautjas stared at it with growing hunger, realizing soon that it was even bigger than their own, and through the nets, their fingers slipped and tried to reach, hungry for the meat that she promised them. The leader's mandibles clicked in laughter, and with another gesture, she had one of her squad members turn the nets off.

The male nearest to her looked up, his free hand pulling the net off his body, while his mandibles wasted no time opening, revealing the very expectant mouth. He kept stroking his erect member, playing with his own foreskin, while the female stepped forward, her tip close to him; so much, he smelled the musk coming from her balls and felt himself drooling from the thirst.

On some level, he expected her to be different from the human men. Where they were fierce and rough, desperate to prove their superiority to a bigger, stronger male, perhaps the widows would be calmer, much more tender. Part of him was disappointed; and that part was proven wrong when the leader grabbed the back of his head and shoved her massive cock down his throat, pushing him against her musky crotch in one single motion. The male's eyes shot open as the tip roughly pressed against the back of his throat, and his entire body started trembling as he gagged for the first time in months.

Every Yautja, both male and female, watched in absolute awe. Not only at the male capable of taking such a length, but at the female that kept pushing, her hips forcing him to swallow more of her cock, until her balls pushed against his chin. The mandibles separated, and the leader let out a victorious cry, which was soon copied by her fellow widows. Humans in close proximity would hear that and assume a pack of animals was preparing to hunt, and in a way, they were right.

Following her example, the widows removed their armors, much faster than the first had, and exposed the similar bodies: Muscles for miles, topped by large, nubile breasts; arms and legs that could crush a skull, covered in those sensual fishnet tights; and massive cocks swinging left and right, slapping against their thighs as they jumped down on the floor. To think the Widow Clan had been keeping this secret for so long! The males found themselves yearning for their touch! For their taste!

The barn turned into a mess. With the lights still on, constantly changing and shining upon them all, the females jumped into the fray and grabbed as many males they could, made easy with their larger bodies. There was no warning as their cocks hardened, and each of the males found themselves taking them in every way possible. Up their holes, down their mouths, getting their own erections pressed between their breasts- they were treated and abused in every way possible by the widows, and their moans and screams of joy showed that they hoped they never stopped.

The leader looked down at the one in front of her, his face dyed between blue, red and pink from all the neon colors flashing around him. Watching him kneel to her, his cock still in his hands roughly stroked, excited her to no end. The female's member throbbed furiously, pre gushing out of her tip and down the male's throat, which he greedily swallowed. Maybe they were dishonored, but let no one say that they didn't gain as much experience as they could while taking human dick.

His free hand reached and gently massaged her balls, while he pushed deeper down her member. It got a grunt out of the leader, who just grabbed the back of his head and slammed as hard as she could, balls slapping against his chin yet again. She thrust with every ounce of strength from her hips, repeatedly pushing her head against his throat, making him gag for the first time. But he loved it; the way his cock started oozing pre, which he used to coat himself and lube his length, was all the evidence she needed. They were both equally elated by her actions, and she kept them up, admiring the way he practically pulled her closer with his mouth. How badly did he want that cock…

But she wouldn't have any of it. Pulling at his spines, she kept the male in place, her dick slipping out and watching him whimper with need, with hunger. She gave the male a good smack across the face with that slick, throbbing length, and saw him breath harder from the act. His eyes almost closed, and there was a glint behind them that showed his arousal growing even more. Perverts the lot of them, turned into little more than fuck machines by the humans still unconscious next to them, but she found herself thankful right now.

Her foot to the male's chest and in a second, he was pinned to the ground. Her cock swung heavily above him, and he did nothing to struggle. That's how badly they wanted them, that they loved being stepped on, like the whores they were. The leader's mandibles clicked in laughter as she watched him, the tips of their cocks touching for a second, making her want to push this hunter to his limits. But there was time for that, and instead she looked around her, at the squad that so easily took after her example.

One of the widows, the youngest and most excitable, was already on top of a male, his legs high up over her shoulders while she rammed that massive cock inside his ass. The barn was full of the slaps and slams as she plowed him, making him scream for more. His own cock jumped like crazy, pre flying all over his abs and chest, while her heavy breasts hung right above his face. As he was thoroughly fucked, the fire in his eyes only grew stronger, mandibles opening as he tried to reach for the nubile bosom. He wanted them on his face for real, to lick and suck them to his heart content. And that desire was ignored when she pinned him down again, holding his arms to the ground while her cock buried itself deeper into him.

Another of her widows had taken two for her pleasure, pushing one down and sitting on his lap, driving that massive male member up her ass, moaning in delight with him as she stroked her own dick furiously. Pre oozed out of her tip and down her length, trailing the veins going down while his restless hands coated the meat in those sweet, slick fluids. The male beneath her reached for her balls and massaged them, stroking the base of her cock while she focused on the head, rubbing it with her hand and trembling at the sensations, their mandibles clicking together in audible euphoria. But her actions stopped for a mere second when she took the second male, pulling him down until his ass was lined up with her tip and she made him sit on her lap, piercing himself with her cock. He screamed, ass visibly contracting around her, squeezing her for all her worth, and the three Yautja humped away, the widow the most ecstatic of them all, her boobs jumping and shaking with every movement before the male on her grabbed and squeezed them. She joined in by grabbing his cock, and-

It was too much. Even the leader had to look away in a mix of awe and arousal, her cock throbbing harder than before. A long strand of pre had shot out of her, landing on the male she still had pinned down, and she realized it was too much of a show for her to stand. She wanted to join in with her squad, to take the same actions and indulge herself into these bodies. And that's why she pushed her cock on the male's face again, rubbing it against his mandibles before going down, the tip smearing pre all over his chest, his abs, his dick and balls, until she found her way to that plump ass of his. She didn't wait for him to say anything; she just pushed her way right in, his ass expanding at the invasion of such a massive cock, and his pleasured screams echoing across the barn, joining those of his partners.

Her humps went into the highest speed in no time. She slammed hard enough for her balls to smack that ass, her breasts shaking wildly while his pecs jiggled with the rough motions they were into together. Excited roars filled their ears as they kept at it, hips pushing back on the female's fat cock, silently begging for more. Her slick length made its way easily, crushing the male's prostate with every hit, making him tremble. His hands shot up and he reached for those glorious breasts, holding them in place, squeezing them until he got a nice, long moan out of the female. His fingers went for the nipples in an instant, pinching them, twisting them, gently pulling them down just so she would come closer, so she would drive her cock in him faster.

Their faces only inches apart, the leader's mandibles opened again, letting out a loud, angry roar on her victim's face, which he was quick to replicate. Their voices quickly turned into pleasured moans and elated whimpers, her cock pushing so hard, he was trembling. One more time, she looked up, wanting to find her fellow widows, yearning to see them all in the middle of their own rutting, needing to use them as material to properly fill up the male under her.

Two of the other widows were in the middle of their own fucking, with a single male between them. One of them was between his legs, moaning as her boobs squeezed around his erect member, the scales coated with his fluid, with thickening pre that coated her cleavage white as she bobbed up and down; the other one was above his head, cock and balls all over his open mouth, a furious tongue licking them clean, sucking every drop of pre and sweat he came across, while his mandibles tenderly tickled and tended to her length. A pair of fingers went into his hole and he shook in eager delight, taking the chance to suck every inch of that long cock into his mouth. His throat took it without a single gag, making the widow scream and hump his face vigorously, balls smacking him on the forehead while his chest rumbled from the myriad of sensations he was subjected to. His hips pushed forward, diving between the first female's breasts, pushing back onto her fingers, not knowing that she was stroking herself as hard as she could go. All three screamed, the male's member shooting pre like crazy, the thick fluid turning whiter by the second.

The leader didn't see much more when the pressure started hitting her, and her focus went back to the male beneath. Her humps became faster, stronger, her length drilling his ass, feeling him clench around her, milk her, desperate for that seed. They both roared again as the fluids started boiling in their balls, the female's slapping harder and harder, the noise echoing through the barn and making the male hunter shiver. His cock sprayed pre all over his body, his chest and abs practically white as it thickened, just like the seed from his own fellow whores. He was close, they both felt it, and that drove the widow leader closer as well; just knowing this powerful male was pinned by her strength alone, that she brought him pleasure like this with her cock-

One more slap and a burst of hot cum erupted from the female Yautja's member. Her dick trembled from the thrusts and her body shivered exquisitely as she shot a stream of cum in her victim's hole, filling him to the brim in seconds. Despite the experience, the male wasn't strong enough to take all of her load, and soon enough it overflowed; his taint and thighs were soon coated in long, thick trails of cum rolling down his muscles, and his prostate was flooded with powerful blasts that made him shiver. It didn't take long for the male to roar as well, his length jumping once before ropes of cum burst out and landed with loud splashes all over his pecs, covering his scales in white soon after.

Their loud moans were joined by all others around them, and the leader looked up for a second, just to witness the multiple sets as their loads finally came out in unison. Every male roughly penetrated, their mouths, asses and bodies covered in the widows' hot cum; every female shooting, their cocks swinging and coating their victims and each other, breasts coated in hot, sticky seed from every dick in proximity, and their mandibles opening in mighty roars while the males had theirs full of girthy, sweaty cock, leaving their own pleasured whimpers muffled by them.

The leader's load finally died out and she looked down, still humping the male with so much power, she made him tremble and gasp. Her cum squished out of him with every thrust, but she refused to stop as long as he squeezed back, trying to get every last drop into his tight, greedy hole. The male himself was still shooting a few drops, letting them dribble over his flat stomach, but he still screamed in pleasure with every hit on his sensitive prostate. He wanted more, like the slut he had become. It was as excitingly delicious as it was pathetic, and the widow leader pulled out of him, letting him fall limp to the floor. His breathed heavily, his pecs heaving with every intake of air as his mandibles slowly clicked, begging for more.

More… she absentmindedly thought while looking around her, watching her fellow widows follow her example and leave their victims prone on the floor. One of the younger ones let out a victory cry, which the rest soon followed; even the leader herself couldn't fight back the instinct, and her voice rang along with that of her companions, making her blood boil and her member stir back up. Looking down at the exhausted male, thinking about how badly he wanted to fulfill his needs, much like she wanted to fulfill hers… She understood him.

They had become addicted to human cock, she told him in a mocking tone, stepping on his soaked chest and getting his eyes back on her. There was no anger in that look; there was only desire, burning deep in his body. Perhaps it would be best to let them be, she asked him, let them stay in this planet, keep their little temple of depravity and keep being ravaged by human cocks, as long as they didn't mind the Widow Clan coming over from time to time to join in on the ravaging.

And the male said no word, for no words were needed; the shine in his eyes was all the answer he had to give, the hunger reflected so much in them, his body trembling as he no doubt thought of all those human cocks he would still take.

And the female grinned, pulling him up by the quills, getting a hiss and a pained roar out of him. The male punched and kicked, demanding to be let go, but the strength of the widow was far superior from that of a male spent and full of cum. Her mandibles clicked in audible laughter as her squad grabbed the males and took their gear back up, calling in their ship. One by one, the missing hunters were thrown inside, followed by the heavy footsteps of the widows, before the ship took off.

Perhaps they would return to Yautja Prime right away, turn the deserters in and offer another heavy fucking for punishment; the elders would surely regret, wanting to have their warriors back, but the widows would be damned if they didn't fight for another chance at their tight asses.

Perhaps they would truly let them be, leave them stranded on Earth, where they had as much human dick as they wanted; where they could get them at any point and have their own chance at plowing them with their hard cocks, even if that meant lying to the elders back home.

The possibilities were truly endless, but one thing was certain: Within that ship, even if only for tonight, all of those male whores would be owned by these Amazonian warriors, over and over, until the female cock of their own species matched the male humans they were so obsessed with.