Fear was the only emotion that engulfed him while he sat at his camp fire, curled in a ball and shivering as he struggled to keep warm. His clothes were in tethers and not providing the proper heat retention that he so desperately needed, and every small breeze that blew by only caused goose bumps to crawl across every pore of his body. He had to keep warm, he knew that very well, but trekking through an unknown jungle was not a wise choice when looking for dry wood for a fire.

By some sort of godly luck, he came across a downed tree that was already dried and the limbs that he could carry were not thick enough to last all night, but it would at least dry his clothes and keep him warm for a short time.

That was what he had initially hoped for. Nightfall was already upon him and he had wasted yet another day at fleeing from as far away as he could from something specifically that could have been lurking…or watching him from the moment he was transported and dropped on this planet.

The orange and yellow flames crackled and popped sending sparks into the cool air. It brought ease to his mind and the sounds that this glowing lantern gave off in the night soothed ears with a soft sense of comfort as he was enveloped with the silence of the strange jungle.

He had been singularly chosen amongst a lottery of thousands of people whose names were entered into this ballet that was an offering to them. It was a terrible and horrific day for one, but an enormous relief for the entire world as someone was chosen to come to this jungle, this game preserve. He had been quickly taken and given only a military combat knife and a spare change of clothes, before he was pushed through the transports portal and flung onto the wet jungle floor of the receiving planet.

Back then he was immediately attacked by some… thing. He couldn't catch a glimpse of his attacker, but seeing twin, circular blades zing right by his face did not help his case at all. He then ran for his dear life also dropping his extra clothes, while the knife hung tightly from the loops around his belt.

Once he was a tremendous distance from his first ambush, he then began to do what his father had taught him when he was a boy. His father, being a Marine, had showed him many different ways to build makeshift traps out of sturdy woods, and so he did just that. He began to build many different traps, setting them up elaborately across his trails.

That was only the first day. How many days had passed now? He didn't know at this point. In those coming days, he did some reconnaissance for water and food supplies. Sadly, there were no streams and the animals he came across were so foreign that he had not dared to kill, let alone try and capture for food. Luckily though, it rained every day and there were many large leafed plants that held ample supplies of water for his thirst.

Somehow though, he had survived for a while now on water alone. His body had already consumed most of his reserved body fats and his muscles were beginning to become strained with every passing day that he did not consume the proper number of calories.

I really do miss steak and potatoes. He groaned as his stomach rumbled, craving for ailment.

Suddenly, his godly luck seemed to run out. For no longer had his stomach growled that a red triple dot appeared straight between his eyes and the sound of rustling bushes startled him to attention as a low gurgle like growl could be heard.

She had been watching him for a while. Studying and learning his routines and ticks, going over individual strategies of ways in which to take down her prey. He was foolish and young, while she had years of intense training and drilling for the hunt. It was not difficult to track his movements, he always left foot traces and urine samples that were tracked sufficiently.

This isn't going to be any fun at all. She sniveled.

It at first seemed like he was going be an easy kill, not even worth more than a couple minutes of her time. It was a deep gash to her pride that the Ooman Leaders would send only one young adult, male ooman to hunt, while she was capable of slaughtering more than five at one time. She was a proud yuatja kv'var-de-si (huntress) that was here to bring honor to her clan and pride to her barer by claiming trophies. This was her first hunt in many years and was a test to prove her worth amongst the other clan members, the council and the High Matron. Even though being considered a full-fledged adult huntress, she was coddled amongst her brothers and sisters for being born in the middle. And when she had seen the young male, it flabbergasted her to no end.

What she couldn't foresee was the male dodging her twin blades and dashing off into the jungle and it only added to her discontent of the situation. So, she scaled the trees and switched her mask's vision to its thermal detection and quickly picked up the oomans trail. She could tell by the length of each footprint and heat dissipation was that this ooman was either very smart or very stupid. He was running blind into a jungle full of things that even she did not know of and seemed to have no intentions of slowing down. It would only take about twenty minutes before he would be gasping for air and that would be when she would strike. She could then return to her clan and demand another request to hunt game preserve again.

She was equipped with the standard technology for yuatja. Equipment such as her wrist blades, retractable spear and her shoulder gauntlet that only had a single shot. The rest of her clan's weapons were to be left behind on her ship. This was a trial to determine if she could think on her feet with minimal weaponry and little to no armor other than her mask.

To make it more of a challenge she returned her mask to the default thermal vision and proceeded to stalk her prey with a more lenient approach to see if she could keep the little game of cat and mouse going for maybe an hour at least, then he would be slain.

It was not until she was surprised by his first booby trap, that she became a little bit more excited and thrilled. She had almost been pierced through her legs and stuck to a tree that was close by. Her hearts rate began to increase and she became more interested in this oomans strategy. It was still a question of why he was running away, he knew as well as she that this was a fight to the death. Why would he waste his last minutes hiding in his own urine rather than sweating and gloriously oozing blood as their blades clashed until he would finally be slain. This was a much more honorable way of death.

Her interest in this ooman began to increase with each new and elaborately placed trap, and something inside her began to slowly ignite. Sometimes his traps were on the ground while other were in trees, and still others were dug and covered with leaves. It amazed her at how adaptable he was to his environment and in such short periods of time.

The days began to pass as she slowly crept closer to him, her blood lust was building and she could not wait much longer to release everything she had on this ooman. She realized that he was going be a great trophy for her collection of heads. His skills at building defenses and tricky traps made him worth the wait until the would come when she could finally hold his severed head in her own hands.

It was an evening before the sun set when she finally discovered his current hideout. She stood in the trees and watched him as he made his preparations for nightfall. As she did, something inside her grew warm. It started off as a slow little gurgle in her stomach, but was soon spreading to her brain and also her lower regions, which was strange for the time. It caught her off guard when she felt herself become slightly moist with sweat while her breathing and chest grew slightly heavier and her thoughts had grown to be unruly acts that she could perform on this interesting ooman. It frazzled her to attention as she felt her lower region began to slightly become wet. She realized that she was becoming aroused for some unknown reason because of the male ooman. This caused her to become agitated with herself. She was here to kill this strange ooman and yet her she was thinking about such things that only mates in heat were allowed to perform.

She rolled it off and focused on the male. He was carrying wood for obviously a fire. His clothing was also torn in many places and she could even see small remnants of blood that had seeped through and stained his clothing. He was completely drenched in either water or sweat, she could not tell which and it brought out his more predominate features.

He had a slim build being no more than six feet tall, with slightly muscular shoulders and torso and medium legs. He also had dark brown hair and if she were to enhance the range of her mask, she would have sawn that he also had dark chocolate brown eyes that matched his hair.

She could not really tell if female oomans would consider him attractive at all. He was definitely no yuatja male. Males were shorter than her and her sisters, but they stood over most oomans. They were full of stubborn pride and could only be brought back into composer from their mates. Their shoulders were wide and had muscular frames that could make even the most muscular male ooman jealous.

So now raised the question.

Why am I so enthralled by this ooman? All of my ancestors have deemed them as lowly creatures that were only meant for hunting or birthing kiande amedha (hard meats). They do not even deserve a second glance and yet I stare at one now with lustful eyes. I must be becoming soft and that is the only answer.

She tried to ponder on this matter, but the more she tried the more she became confused. She had to cool her head somehow to try and re-asses her situation regarding the ooman.

It was not until after nightfall had come when she returned to her spot. She then re-focused herself on her goal and concentrated on studying the oomans habits. He now looked quite pitiful, with puffy, red eyes, and a sweat drenched body that was slowly beginning to shiver. He looked so lonely. Which only brought up new feelings to her.

She was lonely too. No male had looked her way in all the years from when she had attained her huntress status, she was still quite young for her age to take a mate, but in the time of rutting season she had become quite frustrated with the males. This year was no different, the season was coming and she would most likely spend it alone again. It seemed that because she was on the same level as most males, they did not deem her approachable for an invitation. Some had even openly said that it was her pride and status that drove them elsewhere, even to lowly brothels where the unsuitable huntresses tended to their needs.

Perhaps they were right. I am unapproachable because of my pride over my status and all of my trophies I have acquired over the years.

Even if she admitted this, it did not help her win over any male yuatja. She had soon began questioning if she would ever find a mate to bring her own spawn into the world. She was again brought out of her thoughts when the crowing of a nearby poultry had shaken the jungles silence. She then heard shuffling from below and caught site of the ooman curling closer to himself and his stomach had begun to let loose a loud and quite embarrassing rumble.

She was suddenly filled with mixed emotions, on one side was amusement and on the other was a revival of excitement. It caused her to think quickly about what she wanted and what she really needed.

Perhaps…just for tonight, we could comfort each other.

She then quickly jumped to the ground near some close bushes.

I know he will be afraid at first, but with the right incentive even this male will become aroused and will satisfy my needs.

With her mind made up, she raised her shoulder gauntlet and placed its red sights on the male oomans head.

He watched as his assailant revealed itself from its concealment. What really surprised him at first was that it was definitely female by two obvious features that were on its chest. She was taller than he was, probably being between seven and eight feet tall. Her body was ripped with muscles, but she still retained a feminine charm with her rounded breasts and slightly widened hips.

She hid her face with some sort of metal mask and seemed to have braided dreadlocks that went down behind her muscular shoulders. With it being dark, her skin tone could not be confirmed. She was dressed in what appeared to be a scantly styled leather sports bra, covered with something like a fishnet. Her lower region was covered by a belted loin cloth. Her clothing did not leave much to the imagination, but showed more than enough for fantasies…which he was not thinking about. This was his assailant after all. Instead it seemed that her clothing choices were made for her agility and probably for camouflage if needed.

Her weapons on the other hand were very impressive in terms of how far more advanced her technology was. She had a blade strapped to her right wrist, a staff or spear on her back and some sort of canon connected on her shoulder. She was not someone that you wanted to mess with and it was safe to presume that this tall woman was probably the one who had tried to kill him in the early moments of his arrival.

But why did she reveal herself to me. He thought.

With all of her weapons and obvious brute strength, it was clear to him that if he tried to attack, she would kill him instantly and so, he just sat there in silence and stared up at the alien female. The silence was horribly awkward, with only the sound of the remains of his popping fire to aluminate his camp.

When she suddenly moved her left arm to remove her mask, he nearly had a heart attack as he scrambled to his feet with this knife ready for a brawl. This caused the female to pause, but only for a second. She then removed her mask; the silver metal unlatched and made a gasping sound as air was released from inside. Her mask fell to the ground, revealing her facial features.

He couldn't say that she probably had one of the most grotesque faces he had ever seen. She had a massive, bald forehead and where her mouth appeared to be stood something like mandibles. What really surprised him the most was her eyes. It was then that he finally knew what species she was. He had even seen pictures of the males which were even more grotesque. The male's eyes where in-caved in their skull sockets, but this female did have such eyes. Instead her eyes sat even with her face.

What happened next really threw him for a loop. She began to drop her weapons and also…her clothing. This seemed almost to be an erotic dance of some sort, she began to writhe and sway her hips as each bit clothing swiveled down her body revealing her hidden treasures to him. He could not take his eyes off her form.

He had to admit that when all of her coverings were off, she looked…beautiful in a way. The fire light gave her this glowing charm that seemed to capture his attention as he looked at her curvaceous body over and over again. To say he was aroused was too embarrassing, but she did not seem to have any shame in what she was doing.

After that, it was all he could do to contain his youthful hormones. She had lowered herself to the ground and proceeded to show him the most wonderful part of her body. She was sitting on the ground and spreading her legs, revealing all and inviting him to come and dance in the pleasure that was her body.

He could not stand it. It was probably embarrassing to say that he had very little dating experience, let alone the acts that went on in the bedroom when two people became one flesh. It was harder still to open up to women his age, most were either taken or too stuck up to even look his way. But now here he was on a foreign planet with a deadly species that was now offering herself to him. As if this was some sort of courtship that could go downhill in a hurry and if he messed up, it could completely end up causing him to die a horrible, bloody death which was not in his best interest.

His emotions were running in all different directions. Parts of his brain told him to just run away. His life depended on staying away from this woman at all cost. She was a deadly species that had killed many humans. There was even a possible war that was only months from happening until the lottery became the solution. Yet the other part of his brain told him that it was ok to get close to her and delve in the pleasure of this women that was being offered as a once in a life time opportunity.

What am I going to do? He groaned.

She had done it, she now stood in front the ooman and was not wasting any moments. Right after showing herself, she had let him take in her form for a few moments. When she felt it was time to make her move, she then proceeded to take her mask off and the male had recoiled in obvious wariness of her actions. It amused her to watch him stumble to his feet. But once he did, she knew there was no turning back at this point. It would be what it would be.

When she revealed her face, she had expected him to jump back in shock of her facial features. For years her species had heard that they were some very ugly aliens. Most of this gossip had come from oomans and those oomans were soon done away with. It surprised her at the very least when he did not even make a sound. His eyes even showed a slight spark which seemed to urge her to move on.

She then removed her wrist blade, gauntlet and spear. When it came time to start undressing, she got the idea to show off a little to make him even more interested and excited. While she began to remove her clothing, she moved to a rhythm of silent music that her people used when performing a cultural dance to tempt males into pairing-rut with them. It seemed to work because as she took each piece off, his eyes were in a constant movement as they scanned her form. He seemed very impressed and it gave her even more encouragement to tempt this male into what she wanted to do next.

After her clothing was completely removed, now came the important part that would sell this invitation and would seal his fate in returning her actions. She lowered herself to the warm ground and leaned back on a fallen tree and revealed her most intimate part. She spread her legs and watched his eyes as he looked at her most intimate part to see if he was going respond to her request.

Please respond, I need this…I need you.

His decision was sealed. She had offered and he accepted. He dropped his knife and proceeded to remove his own clothing. Showing off his broad chest and muscular frame. His heart was pounding madly as he removed his pants and revealed his arousal to her. To say he was well endowed was a straight up lie though he was not small either, it still caused his cheeks to redden and he had to turn away in complete embarrassment. Doubt had filled his mind; he was unsure of how he was he supposed answer her call?

She has seen me… he thought.

When he turned back and opened his eyes, it utterly shocked him that she had not moved. Instead it looked as if his display was causing her to become even more aroused. Her stomach was convulsing with heavy breathing and her most precious part was beginning to pulse and drip in need of his…member. This gave him much needed relief and maybe even some confidence in himself to continue this strange courtship.

He could not keep her waiting anymore, it was now or never and so he went to her. First getting on his knees and inching closer to her. He started this way to see what she would do. He could feel her warm breath on his cheeks, which made him blush even more at the proximity. She responded by bringing her clawed hands around his head and bringing him to her face. It was kind of a shock when her mandibles opened wide revealing four sharp teeth and an inner mouth that then engulfed most of his lower face. Her saliva coated his chin and lower cheeks.

Is this a kiss? He thought.

He got his answer when her tongue, that felt thinner and longer than his own, began to swipe at his lips asking for entrance. He responded by opening and weaving his own tongue with hers as they both began to taste and explore each other. His tongue was nowhere close to being long enough to reach her inner mouth, but he did weave and roll his tongue over hers which she responded to by doing the same. She surprisingly tasted sweet and bitter. They spent several more minutes gorging their selves in each other's mouths, fighting for dominance, though she was clearly more skilled than he was.

It was then that she moved one of her clawed hands down his smooth back and pulled his frame into her, mashing her breasts to his chest. Needing air, she released his mouth and both began to heave in needed gasps. After taking several breaths he finally noticed how close he really was to her. He could feel that her skin was soft in some areas and rough in others. An example was that her hands were roughly callused while her gorgeous breast were soft. When he saw her breasts being so close, he really could not help himself.

He left her mandibles and proceed to leave soft kisses on her neck, earning him a small squirm from her. When he reached her breasts. His breaths became even heavier as he engulfed one her mounds in his mouth and massaged the other by pressing firmly and rolling all of the flesh in his palm. He started to softly suckle on her nipple and in turn caused him to feel her shiver and it urged him to continue. After a few minutes, he switched to make sure that her other breast got the same amount of attention. This seemed to earn him more gasps and what seemed to be purring coming from her throat.

His arousal could not wait any longer, he moved up to meet her eyes which longed for his question.

"Are you ready" he said.

It took only a moment before her eyes shined brightly and her head slightly nodded in approval.

Then he began to press into her. It was so different from anything he had ever experienced with a human woman. Each inch that went into her lips, her walls convulsed and adjusted to his length for maximum pleasure. It felt so good…so right to be inside her. She was warm and silky, though she grasped him firmly. He could feel that she was ready for what was to come, mostly from the wetness that was soaking his member as she convulsed was the biggest hint.

Then he began to move. First in short small rhythms to get a feel for how she would react. He himself was beginning to feel the waves of pleasure that came with making love. It really relieved him when he found her gasping and purring even louder and was pulling him even closer to her as she wrapped her strong legs around his waist. It made him happy to know that she was really enjoying this moment… as was he. It then became his goal to give her something that he knew he could do if he could only last just a few more minutes. His pleasure was growing more intense with each thrust.

He started to slowly pick up his pace, increasing both of their pleasure to a new height. She was slick now and easy to penetrate which made both of their pleasures even better. She was constantly adjusting and re-adjusting as he thrust into her, it began to make his member tingle as she tried to latch on to him as he exited and re-entered. Something was building inside him and he knew that would not last much longer. So, he quickened his thrusts even more intensely driving both of them to their brinks of insanity.

He wanted this moment to last longer, but his excitement was too great, the pleasure was to good, she was too amazing and like anything that was good, it was to come to an end. With one final thrust, he ended his performance with a large climax that spilled into her. It caused her to release her own all over his tired member and part of his waist.

Their bodies were soaked in sweat and he could not help, but collapse right beside her. He moved back up to her head and wrapped his left arm around her frame as sleep began take him. To say he was happy was not exactly a lie, but then again still true, he had done his best and hoped that she would spare him.

Maybe…this…could even happen again. Were his last thoughts before a deep and welcoming sleep took him.

It made her very relieved, as the tension and her own confidence had begun to dwindle. He was standing there just staring at her bare body, but he quickly seemed to get the message as he began to remove his own clothing.

She quickly began to scan his features that he offered. He was broad shouldered, but had a slim waist and was slightly muscular. When he removed his lower coverings, it did not surprise her to see that he was not up to yuatja size, but it calmed her knowing that he would be enough. Seeing his bare form had even began to excite her. He was undiscovered territory and that made her hearts pound with lust and wonder. She could not help herself and even admitted to herself that he was attractive and that caused her become moist in her lower region. She could not wait much longer for this ooman, otherwise her patience would falter and she would attack him in a way that would bring his death much more differently then what she previously intended.

He seemed to get the message because he came closer to her. His body radiated heat and she couldn't help, but bring his face even closer to her own. He had deep brown eyes and his face was soft, mushy and warm. She needed to taste him, she wanted him to taste her, and so she brought him closer while opening her mandible outer mouth and then kissed him the way mates would. Her outer mouth enveloped most of his lower face and she felt his soft cheeks moisten from her outer mouth's glands. When she let her tongue touch him, he quickly opened his mouth and began weaving his tongue with her own.

The moment was becoming even more arousing to her as she played with his mouth, exploring and memorizing his sweet taste. She grazed his teeth and was surprised to find mostly flat grinding teeth. She wanted him closer, needing to feel his entire body meshing with her own. It brought joy to her when he reacted to her mashed breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He then began to take the lead by laying sweet kisses down her collar bone until he came to her breasts.

Never before had someone been so gentle with her body. He was like a newborn child that was trying to extract her milk. It made her shiver and her nipples began to tingle as he gently stroked them with his tongue and palm. When he repeated the same attention to her other breast, it almost brought tears to her prideful eyes. This male was different, she could tell he was something far more different than the males she knew. He paid more attention to her needs rather than his own. All of the males treated her and her sisters like child birthers and nothing more. It was very rare for mates to become truly so intimate that they basked in each other even before delving into the greatest pleasure.

This male…no…my mate, you truly are one of a kind. She couldn't bare it any longer as she released a tear while her arousal was becoming more than just lust. It was changing and evolving so quickly.

When he stopped his actions and moved back up to face her, he said something that was simple yet so powerful and it caused her to bend to his will. She did something that was even far rarer between mates. She submitted to him. She nodded in her approval for him to mate her. For now, and forever.

When he pressed in, it shockingly made her almost climax right then and there as heavy amounts of pleasure jolted her core. Her emotions were running on overdrive, and yet she wanted this male to continue. To unveil to her how oomans showed affection to their mates.

When he was fully inside her, she could not help, but begin gasp out in pleasure and began to purr in bliss. Though he was not up to size, but with all the wonderful things that he had done for her, she could climax, just entering her after their foreplay session had proven that. She couldn't feel anymore heaven then she could with him thrusting, thoroughly in and out.

She could already feel her finale approaching and thankfully so was his. His twitching member was quickening and quickening until finally she felt him release his essence into her womb. With her emotional high and the feeling of his life-giving seed, she reached orgasm. Releasing everything she had for him, showing that he was truly worthy to be with her.

She was tired and so was he. It made her feel so special indeed when he pulled her closer to him. When he began to sleep, she too found an oncoming satisfied sleep. Before she slipped away, she grasped his hand… his wonderful hand.

The night would soon grow into a new morning day and choices would have to be made. Even though she considered him her life mate, her clan would never accept him. He would have to either slip away or stay and learn from her and figure out that she could understand and roughly speak his language.

Until then, the two laid there. Even after the fire was out, there was still warmth between their shared bodies. Two people from different worlds and species had become one. A bond was formed and nothing would be the same again.