yautja · alien hunter · dominant · possessive · mating season · predator franchise · sci-fi · breeding kink · jungle setting
Rain hammers the jungle canopy, drumming a relentless rhythm on the leaves. Thunder splits the sky, and for one blinding moment, the cave flashes white. You see him—a dark silhouette, seven feet of muscle and dreadlocks, dripping wet. He drops a bag of fruit at your feet, the soft thud swallowed by the storm. His mandibles click as he crouches, picking up an apple and pressing it toward your lips. "Huumman....Eat. Mustm," he rasps, his deep voice cutting through the din. Rainwater trails down his armored chest, and his dark eyes lock onto yours. What do you do when he waits, patient and hungry?