Scar and I entered the cave to rest. The desert sun had already set so it was too late to head back to the city, we'd set up camp here then journey back tomorrow. I removed my armor forming a pile stacking my weapons along side them. The blade that remained in my boot was my only weapon. I stretched out enjoying the coolness of the cave floor. Scar sat on a smoothed rock a few feet away. He diddled with his combat staff (shuriken). Polishing and inspecting for damage was his nightly ritual. I rolled over on my side to face him. I'm sure I was a sight; I'd had six vials of C'ntlip (intoxicating beverage) or was it ten? Sometimes Yautja males would get in a challenge of who could take the most drink. If it's your first time having a Yautja drinks you better watch yourself. That drink will put any full grown man on his ass. You must build up a tolerance, one of the many things I was trying to accomplish.

I didn't possess the strength of the Yautja but that forced me to work on my speed, lightning quick reaction time. Then there was the fact that I was not afraid of anything. My philosophy was if I was going to die I will go fighting. I trained on my own and hunted with Yautja, my body was in top physical condition. I was a petite girl keep in mind but every part of me was toned muscle. My hair was braided most of the time but for celebrations and special occasions I wore a wavy bob.

Scar makes a series of clicks behind his mask.

The Earth was overrun and destroyed by aliens. Scar came down to stop it. I fought by his side, earned my warrior scars. Then everything went to hell. We could not win. The Earth was blown to dust and here I am a member of the Predator tribe.

As wasted as I was I had to practically cover one eye to make double vision quit.

"I'm so horny." I said aloud

The minute the words left my mouth I knew I was being blunt. I was so horny I could get off using a stick. Just the image alone in my head aided in my arousal. Scar only has eyes for his weapon. This time I cross the room stopping in front of him.

"Will you lay with me?"

Whenever it came to things you wanted on this planet it was always better to get on with it. There can only be a few responses, I learned through trial and error. Even seated Scar was taller than me. He cocks his head to the side, can't tell if it's from question or the state of his blade. I go back to my place on the floor.

"I know you heard me!" I yell

Drunk as ever I turn my back. He knew exactly what I meant sometimes he purposely ignored me for motives only known to him. I get really pissed off when he does that. He acted like a deaf, dumb, and blind Yautja. One of these days I may actually say that to his face. Scar sets his blade next to him.

Pssssss! Air escapes tubes as he removes his mask. Sahara rocks slowly trying to rid herself of her hurt ego. Scar's arthropod mandibles click louder than ever before with no mask to muffle the sound. Scar's four mandibles surround a small mouth filled with sharp little teeth. Scar's clicking is right next to Sahara. She flips over and finds herself eye to eye with a set of black pupils with yellow corneas. Scar is inches from her face, clicking like mad.

"What are you saying?"

Sahara flips a switch on a square box about five inches long that is pent to her top. A tiny red light ignites to signal the box is powered up. Scar clicks again this time the box translates to human speech.

"You are lonely?" Says the voice of a man from the box.

Scar had this device fashioned for me shortly after I arrived on this planet.

"Of course. Keep me warm."

Scar removes his body armor dramatically.

"Hurry." Says Sahara

This wouldn't be the first time I have seen Scar naked. Many times warriors showered together, in a men's locker room like human. I am a warrior as good as any so I showered there too. The elder warriors didn't approve but most other fighters accepted me. He was ten inches in length but his width was nearly outrageously large. Though this would be my first time making love to Scar, he reared his head back purring so loud it echoed off the walls. On the ground I shifted to my stomach my butt in the air. He clutches me by both my sides from the rear. Scar doesn't even give me the chance to flip over to face him.

Aw hell what difference does it make which position as long as I'm satisfied? So I submit, allowing Scar to get into position.

Scar works in the tip. He doesn't need to take his time because I have enough moisture to lube a Mack truck.

"Drive me home." I mutter

Scar goes further pressing in five inches of his ten inch package.

"Don't tease me!" I protest

Scar growls and rams in the remaining five inches. I inhale sharply as a result of the sudden fullness. Scar chirps as his strokes gain speed. It feels so good him filing me up with each pump. This may be one of the best things I have ever felt in my lifetime. Scar pulls my body back to meet his thrusts. A tingle starts inside me and swallows up my body and soul. Scar keeps his fast pace growling and clicking each time he enters. I cry out reaching back at Scar's muscular physique. Our organs make a slurping noise as we move together. I cry out again as my body rides a downward spiral into a climax. Scar forces me back my hips smack his as he expels his predator load.

Sahara falls in a heap. Scar occupies the spot beside her and shuts his eyes.

The following morning a crunch from his boot wakes Sahara. Scar is already suited.

"Thanks for waking me."

She gathers her things to start off. In no time at all Scar and Sahara reach the city. Sahara tugs into town drained of energy.

"Bath for me." Says Sahara

She moves toward another street. Scar clicks, the translator box speaks.

"Later."

Sahara shakes her head and goes in the opposite direction.