Yautja - Blog Posts
The Yautja can run 30 to 45 MPH, so it's cute to think about Scar just jogging alongside Lex as they're running to put distance between themselves and Scar's wrist nuke, but then you also got Jungle Hunter jogging behind Dutch. Because he totally could have caught Dutch, but he might have wanted to screw with him a little before going in for the kill.
Never once missed leg day... Or any body parts day.
I'm pretty sure their dicks have muscles too.
* I haven't tapped into the comics much, so this post is about the movie boys.
The only thing that I don't really like about Prey is how they moved Predator: 1718 out of the canon. It's a pretty short story, no more than 10 pages but as the sometimes overanalytic artist I am, I wanted to remark something.
These two pages might not be the big thing but oh boy. Besides giving some background to the beloved Greyback from the Predator 2 movie, he decided to do the effort of preparing a decent place for Adolini to rest, also recognizing him as some sort of warrior, guided by his beliefs just as him.
He had no reason to give a dead body his weapon, Adolini just offered his gun and that's all, but even as brief as their encounter was, he gained his respect. A hard task to do (well, depending who you ask) for such fierce creatures.
The Gladiator’s Ring
C/W: Warrior (Predator)/F!Humans, Male Yautja/F!Humans, dubcon, sex club, monster sex, human fetish, exhibitionism, female gloryhole, sex marathon, size kink, hair kink, unprotected sex, public sex, casual sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, self-indulgent debauchery, ass-to-pussy, face-sitting, multiple partners, predator/prey WC: 9528
It was well-known that Yautja had needs after a successful hunt. A veteran with a fondness for pyode amedha required many willing participants to sate his.
*This is a work of fiction that features unsafe sexual practices besides the involvement of a 7'+ alien. Depiction isn't endorsement*
An excerpt below the cut
He'd have to be mindful not to break skin with his talons, but that was part of the allure of oomans. Their inherent fragility was an addiction once he had learned how to handle their bodies. Their thin hides bruised and tore easily, their bones could snap if he got carried away. But once they lay undone beneath him in disbelief, the moment they realized they were enjoying the experience and bared their tender flesh to a ruthless alien for more…
The submission in their eyes when they understood he wasn't going to kill nor maim them, he only wanted to pauk them. Oomani-di were a delicacy. He was more than willing to play ‘gently’ at their level if it meant he got to partake in ooman sex.
The ooman reeked of anxiety, but she took a measured step towards him, followed by another. His pupils dilated from her proximity. He trilled in encouragement when she was within arm's reach, eagerly anticipating what this novel playmate would do next. He was acutely aware of her. The scent of her heat and apprehension wrapped around his head, a haze he would rejoice losing himself in. Her courage and appearance were extremely appealing to his tastes and it was getting difficult to keep his paws to himself.
Shaky fingertips brushed his hide with the most tentative of touches and she held her breath. His eyes fell to slits as he focused on the feathery sensation on his scales. Another reason he adored oomans –so gentle and curious, yet eager to please once he attained that delicious submission. He would like to take this one to mate if she was willing.
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It wasn't even breathing heavily after that level of exertion.
The woman fixated on the sinewy contours of its musculature. It –no, he– how could this creature be anything but a ‘he?’ Her eyes dropped to the swollen evidence of his raw masculinity between thighs carved in stone, swallowing at the bumpy surface on the ridiculous endowment. He was all sleek power and so very male. There was that preternatural grace to his movements, the way the mesmerizing patterns to that rough bluish skin rippled, skin she recalled was not wholly unpleasant to touch. She witnessed the extended demonstration of what he could do with that wicked maw – how delicately his terrifying mandibles could handle the women as he did unspeakable things to them with that tongue. He was the picture of virility as he humped his latest woman while standing and cradling her.
She stared in rapture. The beast quirked a mandible, a frank invitation to sample the monster that clearly intrigued her. It was an apt reminder that this was an intelligent creature far more advanced than the humans who surrounded him. She drew a sharp intake of breath. Heat blazed as she waded into the incandescent gold pools in his eyes –the predatory cunning of that gaze was undeniable. He knew he was captivating. And his hulking presence demanded he be watched.
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Male Yautja absolutely have a size kink, whether they've realized it yet or not. When he's used to his larger and equally ferocious female counterparts, the first time he's with someone as small and fragile as a human, someone he can dominate and toss around but have to be careful with, it wakes up some primal need during breeding he didn't even know Predators possessed.
Calvin Lockhart as King Willie in:
Predator 2 (1990) by Stephen Hopkins
River/Northern Bid'ha (another of @crispy-ghee's tribes!)
The Bid'ha are one of the largest tribes in the Datlokh. Their territory cuts through the entire valley, across the mountains, and into the coastal of the valley's end. Deeper into the valley, where the rivers and lakes pool, the Northern Bid'ha have developed more distinct, thicker set of scutes not unlike crocodilians, to help against the rocks when the rapid and tides of water bash against them. Their southern, more sea-faring cousins, have smoother skin, or their scutes are less defined.
All in all, both river and coastal Bid'ha are ethnocentrically the same. They are physically defined by smoother, downward cruve slants of their crests, long tresses (which they protect in elaborate knots/braids and even netting), and smaller tusks.
The Ki'dto swamps and Bid'ha river territories do overlap, which has been a point of tension for generations before the Unification. They may, occasionally, cross-breed.
One of Kirileg's last mates was a Bid'ha. He did not survive.