From the very beginning, Othiel felt that he was not welcomed by everyone. Despite the seemingly nice and calm atmosphere, he sensed a lot of fear and hate around him. (Y/N) of course, couldn't see it with her limited senses, and besides, maybe she was too much staring at him tonight to notice anything else ... He was flattered and he wasn't going to destroy her mood and share his observations. Her people, although they made a good face for a bad game, sent him great amounts of negative emotions. Especially the males. Not all of them, of course, mainly the younger ones and a few of the oldest ones, clearly wanted to kill him on the spot.

He didn't blame them for that. He knew they needed a lot of time to get rid of prejudices and understand that they would be safe from his side... At least as long as they were in (y/n) custody. She had the final word for him on all matters. He couldn't hurt them even if he wanted to, he just couldn't, for her sake.

When he left the hideout, he knew that several young males, who considered themselves as great warriors, had lurked for him at the edge of the forest, with the intention of killing him. 

It was a full moon, a night of the hunters when the moon gave enough light to attack the prey ... Othiel, seeing in infrared and with his mask showing reality in every spectrum, needed no light at all. 

Otherwise, he would have killed the attackers without blinking an eye, but that was the exception. This time it had to be done differently.

As the first male attacked, leaping out of the bushes with a wild scream, Othiel grabbed his clothes and threw him against a tree trunk. Not hard enough to shatter bones, but only to take the breath away and make him out of the game for a while.

'You bastard!' The second male screamed, and he with the third and fourth pounced on him in a coordinated attack.

'I don't want to hurt you.' Yautja said calmly, deftly parrying each punch. 'Stop it, please.'

Suddenly he felt something cold on his back. A gun. 

He was starting to get too gentle. It was necessary to throw the first male harder against the tree. 

'You don't want to hurt us, huh? Your kin weren't so kind ... You know what they did to my father ?!' The male pressing the gun against Othiel's body was almost screaming. His followers stood around as if to cut off Yautja's escape route, and looked at him hatefully. 

'I don't know, but I can guess ...'

The one holding the gun stepped forward, so Othiel could see him. His hand was trembling. He could not have been more than eighteen years old. None of them couldn't be more than twenty. They probably never had a gun in their hands before. Not to kill. 'Tore his spine out!' The youngster with the gun almost cried in response. 'With the skull ... in front of my eyes ...'

Yautja didn't want to hear it. He didn't feel guilty about what his species were doing. 'You know killing me won't bring him back to life. It can only harm you ...'

'Oh yeah? We'll do great on our own without you! You just mean take our woman so you can fuck her, or better yet, make little monsters with her, huh? All of you want to possess our women, populate the Earth and kill us completely ...' Now the youngster had really upset him. He couldn't stand the way females were treated on Earth. As if they were worse than males, sometimes even, as if they were not conscious creatures at all, but objects, somebody's property. It was unthinkable in his world, where females were treated with great, even more than males, respect. They were considered more trustworthy because they were not so aggressive and prone to violence.

'Listen to me, human, if you want to kill me, then do it and don't talk so much.' He growled, interrupting the young male's speech.

'You think you're such a badass, right?' The young male snorted. 'That we're just joking, that we want to scare you ...' He didn't finish, because Othiel snatched the gun from him and grabbed his neck with his other hand, lifting him up. The rest of the youngsters began to scream madly, but as soon as they got too close to Othiel, Othiel ejected his sword blades from his bracer and threatened them, and they departed. 'Stop playing avengers and grow up,' he hissed, releasing the boy. He fell to the ground choking. 'I did not kill your fathers or your other relatives, not every Yautja wants bad for you, just as not every human wants good for you. If you want to survive, you must rely on me... ' He threw the pistol to the male rising from the ground and turned away from them, heading towards the forest.

'Don't think we've done with you, you fucker!' The one with the gun shouted hoarsely after him. Probably the chief of this whole gang.

Othiel only replied. 'But I'm done with you.'

***

You still remembered the tender embrace Othiel had given you just before he went to his home. You were remembering it when getting ready to go to sleep. You were remembering it when you were lying on your bed, just before falling asleep. You were remembering it during breakfast the next morning. You were also remembering it, doing the job entrusted to you - washing dishes. 

You liked washing up. You did this job without whining because it didn't require a lot of strength and you didn't have to think too much about it, which meant you could indulge in fantasizing as much as you want. You thought about Othiel, but in the end the memory of his embrace was no longer enough for you, you were already satisfied with it, you got everything you could out of it. So your imagination has naturally gone further, much further. 

You imagined his strong hands sliding down your spine, slowly, sensually, then gently caressing your cheek ... You began to wonder how you could kiss him, whether his species recognized such a thing as kisses, and if not, how they showed themselves feelings? Did they have a kiss equivalent? Or maybe they didn't need such closeness ...? That would be a bit of a disappointment.

You've also wondered what their sex looks like. Did they make it at all? All in all, it seemed that only males came to your planet ... Maybe they reproduced asexually, maybe Othiel hid two reproductive organs under a loincloth ... No, it was impossible. You remembered that he mentioned females of his kind by the fire, the day before.

You thought it would be good to talk to him about it. Find out more ... in particular, clarify the matter of possible advances, since it has come so far that bystanders are beginning to see that there is something between you.

It only took two meetings for him to charm you so much. Actually, you were enchanted after the first one, now you were literally crazy about him. And it looked like reciprocity.

You were going to see him tonight. There was no other option. You did not quite know what you expect from this meeting ... that means, you expected a lot, but as you know, expectations hardly ever go hand in hand with reality.

Executive all your duties, you went to the, so-called, ladies' bathroom, where you poured water into a slightly rusty but well-washed tub, and bathed in the herbal soap that Aunt Samantha had started making as you ran out of normal soap supplies.

Clean and fragrant, without asking anyone's permission, you were about to leave the hideout, when you heard your uncle's voice at the entrance and you stopped, hidden from his eyes, listening.

'You should have shot right away, you idiot.' The uncle growled at one of the young boys who obeyed him indiscriminately in everything. Now, all four of them were standing in front of him, definitely scared.  

'But why? Why did you make them do this?' One of the guards, the one who had joked about the pitchfork the day before, Marcus, shouted. Since he was shouting at the uncle, the situation must have been serious, you figured you'd still listen.

'I didn't tell them to piss him off, just kill him, which makes a big difference,' said the uncle. 

'You don't understand, you idiot, that now he can attack, consider that we are dangerous to him... Even (y/n) won't help us...!'

'You forget yourself, guard!'

You felt that this situation needed to be explored in more depth. You came out of hiding calling. 

'Hey, someone called me?'

Rather unfavorable glances answered you.

'Your uncle ordered these youngsters to kill your friend.' Marcus began to explain, even though the uncle tried to silence him. Your heart stopped for a second. 'Of course, they failed, but now we are afraid that something may threaten us from his side ...'

'As if there hadn't been a threat before ...' snorted your uncle.

'Stop!' The guard snarled at him. 'Can't you see how much you harm us with such behavior ?!' 

'You're forgetting yourself again! I am in charge here and I will not let ...'

'No! You are a self-proclaimed dictator who keeps us constantly in fear. Nobody chose you, you chose yourself because you thought you would be best suited to the role of leader, and at first, we were too confused and scared to oppose. But now I can see, and I'm probably not the only one, that your methods are not working ... (Y/n) did more for us in one outing than you did in six months, maybe it's time to pass the baton on to her. 

Uncle was red with rage or shame. In the main hall, by the entrance, quite a few people had gathered, attracted by screams, and you could already hear them purr approvingly. You decided that this embarrassing scene shouldn't be prolonged.

'Relax, let's not panic.' You said, trying to stay calm, but internally feeling a burning desire to kill your uncle on the spot. 'I think... I think Othiel will still do nothing to us, though he may stop helping us, and that alone could be the cause of our downfall. I will go to him and investigate the situation.'

You started for the door, but Marcus grabbed your hand, stopping you. 'Are you sure? I mean... is it safe?'

'Yes, I'll be fine. You probably too. I'll be back ... tomorrow morning at the latest.'

Nobody even commented on it. Everyone gathered (except for uncle Julius and his henchmen) seemed scared that all of you fell out of Othiel's favor. In addition, the public humiliation of your uncle did not work well for the morale of the camp.

You headed into the forest. As before, as soon as you entered between the first trees, Othiel appeared. You were immediately relieved because that meant he wasn't offended.

'Do you sometimes move away or are you watching over us all the time?' You asked, a bit amused.

'You, (y/n), I'm watching over you.' Saing that, he hugged you.

You felt a blush bloom on your cheeks. 'Thanks, but it's probably unnecessary.'

'Please do not deprive me of this pleasure,' he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You noticed his claws were filed down. You grabbed his hand and looked at him questioningly.

He shrugged. 'You are a very fragile being, I would not want to hurt you.' He confessed. 'I felt that you could come to me today and I preferred to prepare in advance.'

His expectations for the coming night seemed to be in line with yours. You swallowed loudly, losing confidence in the rightness of your actions. He seemed to be really very gallant, attentive and sensitive at every step, but what did you actually know about him ...

'Do not be afraid, (y/n),' he said as if reading your mind. 'I feel you want me ... from the very beginning, and I want you too. Know, that I will not do anything against yours, it is not in my nature. As for my species ... males must submit to females completely, so I am taught. Every word you say is sacred to me, so no matter what, I will never oppose you. I can try to convince you to do something, and I can also be angry when you do something I don't like, but that's all. I couldn't hurt you in any way ...'

'That's pretty amazing.' You sighed. 'If such laws were to work also on Earth ...'

'Maybe someday they will,' he muttered quite mysteriously while wrapping his arm around you. 'Would you like to come with me to my shelter?'

'I will, but this time on my own.'

'Of course.'

'But first, we need to clarify something else ... ' you started. 'Yesterday you were attacked by my people ...'

'It's a small thing,' he just shrugged.

'Not for me. I'm sorry about that.'

'It's not your fault, don't apologize. Believe me, it's not a big deal. This situation will not affect our relationship in any way, you don't need to worry about it. Even if all your people tried to kill me, nothing would change between us ... unless you choose otherwise.'

'Othiel, I am concerned that they might have hurt you. Please don't underestimate this. You made a terrible fuss because of my nose.'

He tapped his fangs nervously. '(Y/n), you haven't seen the terrible fuss in my performance yet, but do you really value me so low, thinking that these youngsters would be able to do something to me?'

'Everyone can be beaten by surprise.'

'That's why I adhere to the principle not to be surprised. Can we leave this topic for now? It was supposed to be such a nice evening ...'

'Okay, but we'll come back to that later.'

You moved slowly through the forest. He let go of you, but offered his arm to lean on him. You haven't thought too much about what you should and shouldn't do now. A few doubts flashed through your mind: Is it right? What if he infects you with a disease? How about that you haven't used a razor in several months? However, you let them fly away even faster than they appeared. Anyway, in the last case, Othiel could hardly have expected your appearance based on the canons of beauty created by your species.

He had to help you climb the tree where his hiding place was because you wouldn't have been able to do it yourself, the trunk was too smooth and the branches closest to the ground were too high. 

The interior of the hideout hadn't changed since the last time you were there, only the bone trophies were gone, for which you were immensely grateful.

Othiel "put on the kettle" on his unusual burner and immediately began to remove his armour, but you stopped it.'Can I help you?'

His eyes lit up. 'Yes!' 

So you slowly began to grapple with clasps, shamelessly running your hand over his body. His skin was hard and rough on his back, shoulders, and sides of his thighs, but surprisingly smooth and delicate on the neck, stomach, and inside of the arms and thighs.

He purred for a long while you touched him, letting you know how good he feels.

You took off almost every part of his accessories, shoulder pads, greaves, and bracers in which were built-in blades and swords attached to the back. He was standing in front of you almost naked, all he had was a loincloth covering his private areas. How much gentler he looked without it all.

'Something's wrong?' He asked, interrupting your admiration of his body.

'No..., absolutely nothing.' You smiled significantly. 'Just admiring the view.' 

Othiel made you a herbal brew with a wonderful taste and gave you protein slices. You sat down on his bed, nourishing yourself before, as you thought, intense physical exertion.

'I was just... I was gonna ask you.' You remembered chewing your meal. 'That yesterday's food-sharing action, it wasn't so innocent, right?' 

Othiel chuckled. 'Sorry, I just couldn't resist. In our world, only parents and their children or partners eat from one plate or one serving,  ... that is, those who chose to be together. They may not have made their relationship fully physical yet, but all this is going to be ... If a female wants to eat something from your batch, or shares food or drink with you, you are lucky because it means she chose you. I think humans could interpret it similarly. Has my behavior had no effect on your group? Are not everyone convinced that we are a couple, or at least I am trying hard for it?'

'I can't say if all of them, but some ...'

'I hope that I managed to scare the competition away.'

You huffed out loud. 'As if there was one.'

'You are one of the few females without a partner in your group, in which there are many males without a partner. Believe me (y/n) many of them would like to have you.'

'What?'

'Remember that I can sense human emotions, feelings... changing states. The truth is, during this supper, I felt a lot of different emotions for me, but also for you. Believe me, there are some men in your group who are lusting after you and they are furious with me.'

'Oh well. That's their problem.'

'I agree.'

'And you? Are you lusting for me too?' You asked, getting up to put the bowl of the meal on the table. Through the window, beyond the crown of the tree on which you were, you saw a pink twilight spreading across the sky.

Othiel also rose. 'I think a better word would be that I want to be with you, near you, by your side. The desire for closeness is the need of the heart, and the lusting of another being is the need of the mind that wants to dominate everything and everyone.'

'You're a poet.' You approached him, absorbing his greatness. He was really a big chap.

'Shouldn't these matters be discussed in a poetic, sublime way?' He replied, looking at you fondly.

'I'm sure you are right ...' Your hand involuntarily passed over his stomach and rustled over his loincloth. You slipped your fingers under the belt and lightly brushed the delicate skin of the lower abdomen. Until he trembled with delight. 'I do not know if I can...?' you asked.

'You could do everything.' He replied shortly. You took that as an encouragement enough and pulled the headband off him. What was hidden under it was quite a familiar sight. Two wonderfully round and firm buttocks, which reached a tiger pattern running along the spine, and in front a penis of the right size, already erected, similar to a human, but devoid of testicles and with an unusual head. It was covered with tiny protrusions.

You glanced questioningly at Othiel, who repeated that you could do everything, so you reached for his manhood and gently ran your fingers over it.

Yautja's abdominal muscles trembled wildly, and something like phosphorescent-blue pre-ejaculate leaked from the end of his penis. The penis itself was soft and smooth to the touch, just like a human. The tabs on its head were hard, but easy to touch. Othiel roared as you pressed on them and lightly pushed your hand away.

'Stop. I was the one who wanted to take care of you.'

'We can take care of each other.'

'Not now, (y/n)..., not now.'

'All right ... let it be.'

He pulled you back onto the bedding, and this time he started to undress you, marveling at the amount of clothes you were wearing.

'Humans don't like being cold,' you explained.

As you sat naked from the waist up in front of him, he looked in amazement at your breasts.

'Yautja girls don't have breasts?' you guessed.

He shook his head. 'It's for feeding the babies, right?' He asked. Apparently, he knew something.

You nodded, explaining also how sensitive the breasts are to touch and that they are also an organ of pleasure. You didn't have to tell him twice. He touched them very gently, and as he brushed the nipple, he was surprised to find how it hardens and protrudes. 'What's happening?' He asked.

'It's normal, they react this way to cold or touch. This is probably to make it easier for a possible child to eat.'

Suddenly, Othiel straightened and looked you in the eye. 'Would you like to have offspring (y/n)?'

'What? No, I haven't thought about it too much... but rather no, I guess, and certainly not in the present situation. I hope we are not in danger of making children?' You asked anxiously.

'We'll make it safe, take it easy.' He ran his fingers through your hair, still looking into your eyes. His face was so close.

'Othiel ....' you began. 'Do you ... I mean your kind ... emm... I would like to kiss you, but I don't know how ...' You finished helplessly. 'You know what a kiss is, right?'

In response, he bent down, opened his mandibles and spread it around your face, then pressed the inside of his mouth against your lips. It was a weird kiss, hard, a bit uncomfortable, with a single tongue ... Not unpleasant, especially as his hands worked intensely along your spine, just as you imagined it in the morning.

'So this is how it looks like between Yautja?' You asked as he pulled back a little to catch his breath.

'No, much worse. Remember that no Yautja has a tongue or such soft lips.' 

You laughed, and he hesitantly asked. 'But did you like it?' 

'Yes, just must get used to it. Maybe let's try again?'

This time it went so much better. You kissed him more greedily, however, you lightened the pressure a little, and you also opened your mouth wider, pressing your lips against his teeth. You felt your body waking up more and more under his touch, completely without a will, you moved closer to him, and after a while, without interrupting the kiss, jump on his lap. He purred like a big cat when you pressed your whole body against his. His skin rubbing against yours, his arms squeezing you more and more tightly, a hard and hot penis pressed to your thigh and this peace ... that you were not in a hurry, as if you had all the time of this world. It was the most beautiful thing. You were in heaven.

Othiel hooked his fingers on your pants at one point, but did nothing more than waited for your reaction.

You pushed him, not hard, actually, but he gave himself up right away and slowly put his back on the bed. You went to the horizontal position with him, without breaking the kiss, and you let him pull your pants and panties off. You fidgeted for a while, giggling because you got tangled up in your clothes. When you finally got free, Othiel, very gently turned so that now you were down.

'Hey!' You called, but he just tapped his fangs as he regarded you closely. 

'Give me a little look at you.'

And he looked, clearly unable to comprehend, running his hand over your legs and belly. He was clearly intrigued by your hair in your intimate areas. 'Does this also serve you?' He asked, gently running his fingers over it until you jumped up. 'Oh, I'm sorry.' 

'No, nothing happened, I just wasn't ready. In any case, the hair is supposed to protect the intimate areas and isolate them from the outside world.'

'Touching this place... is pleasant for you?'

'Very pleasant,' you admitted.

'Then please let me touch you,' he purred, hovering over you with the promising click of his fangs. His hand slid over your neck, shoulder, breast on which it lingered for a long time, making you sigh loudly, then over your stomach, thigh, and finally stopped between your legs. You gasped while spreading the thighs wider. You wished Yautja had tongues, because it would be wonderful if he gave you a minette, but he was fine with his fingers anyway. He leaned down, supporting the weight of his body on the other arm, and reached his mouth to your chest. He opened his mandibles and, wrapping them around one breast, suck the nipple a little. You stretched out like a string, sighing deliciously again. Maybe it was from fasting, or maybe it was just your Yautja was a great lover, touching the right spots, the facts were that you were close to reaching orgasm.

You felt his enormous masculinity on your thigh, hard and ready for action, you wanted him to be inside you, but you kept telling yourself that you had time, a lot of time. You just reached for it and brushed gently, making Othiel purr.

He was right about filing his claws, especially in light of the way his fingers were slipping into your delicate, increasingly wet, and cramped interior.

You groaned softly, barely able to breathe with pleasure. Lovely warmth began to build up between your legs. 'Don't stop, please ...' you plead. And he didn't stop. He didn't stop until you came, hard and long, throwing your hips up and squeezing his shoulder with your hand. Othiel purred, apparently very pleased with himself, and when he had pulled out all the pleasure out of you, he laid down beside. You pressed your face to his chest, sighing softly. He wrapped his arm around you, brushing his fangs lightly against your neck.

'Oh, it feels so good with you... I don't think I've ever felt so good with anyone.'

'It's nice to hear that, especially since I haven't done such wonderful things with anyone myself and I don't have only theoretical experience.'

'What?' Your jaw literally dropped. 'You telling me...?' 

'In our case, females choose their partners. I'm just not interesting to them yet, because I'm still too young.' 

'So how old are you?'

'Earth-old? About seventy years...'

'Indeed, a youngster.' 

'It's really not much for us.'

'All right. You know, I rested a bit and thought that maybe ... ' You climbed on him and sat on his lap, suggestively bringing your most sensitive places closer together, rubbing softly.

'No, (y/n)...,' Othiel sat up and stopped you. 'Forgive me, but we cannot do it yet.'

'But... why?' That was surprising news. You counted on it so much. 

'It's hard to explain, just trust me.' He brushed his fingers against your cheek. 'I'll do whatever you want, but we can't afford to be fully connected, okay? At least not yet ...'

'Wait, will I be in danger then?'

'In a way, yes, but not pregnancy or any disease, don't worry. I even have a special contraceptive that I can take before mating, but for now, let's refrain.'

'Othiel ... you can't be so secretive.' You decided to be firm this time. 'You want me to trust you, but you're hiding something all the time ... Explain to me what threatens me after having sex with a penetration with you.'

'It's complicated...,' Othiel was clearly flustered. 'It's just that with Yautja, couples stay together for life. If you have sex, I mean, penetration or reception... with someone... you exchange semen, because we also call semen the fluid produced by female organs, then you cannot be with anyone else. You may leave, but you will not find another partner. We feel whether someone is already connected or not ...'

'Gosh ... that actually complicates matters.' You muttered a bit overwhelmed by this revelation. 'But what about rape?,' you asked because it suddenly occurred to you and scared you a little.

'With what?' Othiel didn't understand.

'When someone forces another person to have sex,' you explained.

'Ah ... something like this is very rarely ... it happened maybe a few times in history. Of course, in such a case, the connection does not work, it does not form due to the negative emotions that accompany this situation.'

'That's really interesting... Well, but I understand now your doubts. Maybe someday, when you return to your planet, you will want to find a Yautja girl ...'

'(Y/n), ' he interrupted you immediately. 'That's not what's stopping me. What brought us together... what I feel for you happens only once in a lifetime... in all lifetimes I guess, but... understand that you, for every Yautja you'll meet, you will be an open book.'

You realized what he meant by that, and you opened your mouth in amazement. 'They'll know we...? That me and you ...'

'Yes. Right now, they will be able to sense that there is something between us ...' 

'Oh my... And how do you think they will react?'

'I'm not sure, so for now I'd say we should wait.'

Maybe otherwise you would have taken time to think over these revelations, but at that point you were too horny to care. 'Okay. I guess you're probably right,' you sighed, reconciled with fate. 'For now, the dreams of riding such a handsome stallion are over. 'You grinned, and Othiel laughed in response. 'But at least, let me see how the orgasms look like in your performance.' You gently grabbed his penis and began to run your hand along it. 

He groaned, probably not expecting you to get to the point so quickly. You tightened your grip around his cock, your thumb teasing the tabs on the tip. Othiel leaned back, supporting on the arm, throwing his head back and roaring loudly as he grasped your unoccupied hand and squeezed it tightly.

'Is it fine?' you asked innocently.

'Oh, yes!' He gasped with delight.

A moment later, he exploded profusely with his phosphorescent blue sperm, roaring like a lion. In the dimness of the hideout, his seed glowed gently, you had the impression that tiny particles pulsating inside, like stars. 

When he was done, he grabbed you in his arms and pressed you tightly against him. 'Thank you,' he whispered.

'The pleasure is all mine. But I hope this is not the end for today?' Othiel made a sound that could have been nothing but a loud laugh. 'Oh no, it is certainly not the end, but only the beginning.'

And he was telling the truth. You made love until dawn, until you lost your strength and fall asleep a deep and healthy sleep.

***

Othiel was overjoyed. His little human friend wanted him, and she proved it to him emphatically that night. A couple of times actually.  He couldn't have dreamed of a better turn of events.

In her company, in her arms, he was overwhelmed by very pleasant feelings that he had not felt for a long time ... Maybe not even one time in his life. (Y/n) reminded him of who he really was. He hoped that over time he would be able to remind her of everything too.