The Gladiators Ring

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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I commented on your work on AO3 but I need to tell you again how much I love A Night for Hunting. It made me sad that there isn’t a lot of long chapter Alucard fics or fics for him in general so I’m eating this fanfic up and savoring it🙏😩 The fic is so well written, I just absolutely adore how you depict LuLu🥹

Sorry for the delay! This comment got lost in my inbox for a bit. Thank you SOOO much! This is the kind of comment I'd love to print out, frame, and stick on my fridge to show off to the whole world!! Your words make ALL the difference. I love longer fics too and wish there was more for Alucard. I hope you'll stick around for what comes next! I've been sick though so the next chapter isn't ready 🥹

Alucard in the form of a large bat🦇

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Chapter 662

A Night for Hunting Ch. 21 -The Monster of Legend

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, canon-typical violence, soul bond, OVA3, he is really fucking pissed Words: 4627

I know moons don’t normally go from silver to red in the same night haha. It’s also not the right calendar date for the blood moon, aka Hunter’s Moon, but it always shows up in the OVAs, so heck, here it is! (We do have the Buck Moon coming up in 2 days).

Thank you all from the bottom of my black little heart for your support after the release of the last chapter. I’m glad you’re still here.

A short excerpt is below the cut.

His hunt brought him to an elevator that his prey packed into. His loping gait took him closer and closer as they fled and tried to shut the doors while he paused to gorge himself on dead bodies. It was too late when they realized one of theirs was mashing the elevator keys to keep the doors open under his hypnotism. They shot their own in the hopes of escaping him.

Their dread left him heady with involuntary, twisted arousal.

Fools. Alucard enjoyed fear. If these worthless dregs knew how much he did, they'd be afraid to be afraid around him. He pried the steel doors open with the barrels of his firearms. The grin splitting his face became a permanent feature as the doors finally shut behind him after he caged them in with himself.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The metal shaft descended, the ringing announcing the passage of each floor was lost to the explosive work of his Casull and Jackal. The clink of the emptied magazines hit the floor as the vampire found himself at ground level when he exited. The full elevator of dead critters didn't even tickle his need for violence, though the stench of blood and despair made him smirk somehow wider. It was only fair that they felt as scared as you were.

He sneered when he sensed life down the hall, an abhorrent fact which needed to be remedied.

Don't make them suffer.

A sweet and familiar voice was in his ears, as crisp as the purest bells in the wind. The gentle fragrance of orchids and stargazer lilies filled his sinuses, as if you were right there beside him despite the ocean separating you. Even thinking about the sea reminded him of the salt on your skin. Your smile, a ray of sunlight filtering through his darkest nights. His unbeating heart twisted with treasured memories. You were way up in his head and soaked into his blood. 

Your wish was as clear as if you told him yesterday, but it was far away now. He was losing himself in the face of you in danger, the choppy winds of his mood whipped into a vindictive tempest as the gathering storm exploded.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 22 -Hell on Earth

A little tribute to Kevin Peter Hall- the man behind the Predator. It's based on part of an interview describing his nights filming in the jungles of Mexico which I found so moving.

I love everything he brought to the character- a graceful, deadly, otherworldly and fascinating performance.