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Okay, to those that are reading:

This is a story that was requested of me to do. As you will notice, it is a story taken after the Aliens movie. In a way, this story is an experiment, so please do not become offended by what you may read if you are a stout Aliens fan. Thank you in advance.

Alien Tryst

His heart throbbed and pulsed in his head, threatening to burst forth, as fresh adrenaline surged through his body. The rapid beating of his head was influenced by his situation and by the horrors he saw an hour before. The cold, steely darkness seemed to echo his pulse like a gunshot as it crept in to encase him, swallowing him in a seemingly unfathomable abyss. And seconds later a soft red light grew in intensity to shear through the darkness, lighting the devastated corridor around him and reminding him that he was still alive.

The air in the corridor was stagnant and musty, suffocating him with the stench of sweat and death, urging his fear and paranoia to set in and take control. Each cautious step he took, no matter how light, sounded off loudly, echoing hollowly down the corridor. His eyes shifted from side to side, nervously eying the walls for breaches from which aliens would spill. His hand clutched at his rifle, knuckles white and muscles tensed.

The debris littered corridor ended with a door, a tangle of slashed wires dangling from the ceiling above it. The door was slightly open, the sides slashed and riddled with holes, and then beyond that, darkness leaked out-pierced momentarily by a dying green light. A faint hiss, as of steam bursting from a seal sounded off in the corridor, briefly surpassing the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. There was a hole in both the ceiling and the floor, five feet in diameter, formed by the highly corrosive blood of the xenomorphs, just beyond the door. Water trickled down from the upper level to the lower through this hole, and strands of shredded plastic clung to the sides of the hole.

He cautiously stepped in the door, eying the hole with renewed anxiety. His rifle's muzzle lowered to the hole as he placed his foot near the edge, and he peered down into the darkness below. A light in the lower level flickered; each time would briefly illuminate small portions of the breach in the floor and reveal some of the twisted, gnarled pieces of metal along the sides. Seeing no movement, he stepped away from the hole and stared down the new corridor he walked in.

At the corridor's end were a section of dim yellow lights that barely illuminated another hole in the floor, though there was no hole present above it in the ceiling. Wiring dangled from the wall and a few strands of wiring led into the hole, looking as if someone had tried to use it to escape. Streaks of blood ran down the wall nearby and trailed off to the hole, a few bloody strands of cloth strewn about the edges of corroded metal. He noticed a few globs of slime draped between bars in the floor as he walked toward the second hole. It looked as if the blood and slime were fresh as the slime still dripped to the piping underneath and the blood was still moving with the pull of gravity.

He cautiously stepped around the hole, staring down into the dim lights of the floor below, and the gnarled, corroded pieces of metal around the edges. For a moment something moved down there that cast a shadow on the metal grating of the floor. As soon as the movement occurred, it stopped. He sucked in his breath and shoved his rifle towards the hole, finger on the trigger, but he couldn't see anything and hesitated to shoot blindly. After all, it might actually be a human.

Thoughts raced through his mind now. Should he call out to the shadows and hope it is human, or remain silent so that the xenomorphs don't find him. And if it is a human, what should he do? Should he climb down there and risk being attacked by an alien trying to help someone? Or what if the human had an alien inside him? He had seen it once before and if someone was wandering around without being attacked by a xenomorph; they had to have one inside them. He decided that the best bet was to ignore the shadow he saw and continue on his way; hopefully he was only suffering from a visual delusion.

He slowly walked on, his body was quickly becoming sore and exhausted as the adrenaline subsided, leaving his muscles overworked. His rifle was becoming almost unbearably heavy, and his armor felt as if it were made of lead. He located a doorway a few yards ahead, the door partially parted and he gently rested his body against the frame. His armor made a grating sound as he slid to sit on the floor, and for the time being he was too exhausted to care if something heard, he just wanted to rest.

Somewhere within the complex, a high-pitched scream leapt up into the air. He quickly lurched to his feet, drawing his rifle to bear on the dark crack in the doorway behind him. He stumbled backward, tripping over wiring on the ground and he collapsed onto the grated floor. A loud clang from his fall ran down the hallway, echoing off every wall and every structure within the complex. His body tensed again, fresh adrenaline surging through his body. He turned his head from side to side, glancing wildly down the corridor to either side, expecting to see an alien barreling toward him. He didn't see anything, but heard a soft clicking sound, as of nails on metal. His body trembled and he turned his head to look down between the grates into the darkness below.

He rolled over quickly and drew himself to his feet; placing his rifle's muzzle where he used to be, ready to fire off if he had to. With his speedy removal from the floor, the sounds he heard ceased. There was the dull hissing and beeping of consoles and ruptured valves, but nothing else. He slowly walked backward; keeping his eyes on the grates he just left, his ears being used to make sure he caught any sounds from behind. He was positive that he had been found by the xenomorphs, and it was a matter of time until he was caught, killed, or whatever else the aliens had in mind for him.

Behind him a stairwell ascended up to a higher level, to the right of it a door lay, closed off from the corridor by torched metal. He stared up the stairwell, but the stairs wound around in a circle, concealing what lay at its top. He placed a boot on the first step, and looked up as far as the circular stairwell would allow, and then he turned to look back down the corridor he walked. His only option was to climb this stairwell and hope that it brought him to the level he wanted...the level that was ground floor.

He slowly walked up the stairs, making sure to make as little sound as possible, perhaps to help stall the inevitable, or perhaps to actually lose the xenomorphs. At the top of the stairwell there was a large doorway that was semi-open, a few wires hanging out of the door's panel and sparking. It looked as if someone had sliced through the panel with a knife, and severed the wires. Of course, in truth; it was more like the gash from one of those xenomorphs. He made his way to this door and peered into the darkness beyond. This was the doorway to another long corridor, and even more creepy then the last he had just left. The corridor extended for all of fifty yards, the whole length of it bathed in swaths of darkness, and littered with debris. At the far side, there was a single klaxon that flashed blue and yellow, but that was the only light he could see. And it was the only light to guide his way down the corridor.

Sucking in his breath he slid into the room, squinting to see in the utter darkness. He stepped in something soft and looked down to his where his boots were, yet it was so dark he could not see them. He swallowed and shuddered as he imagined what he had just stepped in. He took very careful steps as he walked into the corridor about five yards, yet his boots still clinked on the floor noisily. Perhaps it was his own fear that made the sounds worse then they were, but he was sure that the xenomorphs out there could find him by following the sounds he made.

There was a breeze present as well, from some unknown hole in the wall, and he tried to pick out where this hole was so as to avoid getting too close to it. The one thing the aliens loved to do was ambush people through holes and niches in the wall. He had seen it and it was the main reason why he was alone now. The xenomorphs had just melded from the wall and attacked, there was no warning, just the ambush and the slaughter that occurred thereafter. He was surprised that he made it out alive, though he didn't expect to live much longer. They would find him and they would kill him he was sure, or bind him up and use him as a living egg carrier. Yet he held onto that one hope that he'd make it out alive.

There was a dripping sound off to his right, and that was where the breeze was the strongest. He turned his rifle to the hole and walked past it without checking to make sure that nothing was in there. The aliens moved so fast that one would be in there as soon as he passed it anyway. Not to mention it was too dark to tell the difference from alien hide and metal structure work. He proceeded down the corridor, trying to stay as quiet as possible, and he saw the light dim and then brighten. He shuddered as he felt something watching him in the darkness, but he dared not blunder into something nasty if he were to turn around.

He walked toward the light of the corridor ahead, and beyond that, the light was very sparsely spread, some flickering and others sparking. His stomach wrenched and he had the sinking suspicion that he was deeper in the complex then he wanted to be. He heard a hiss form behind him, and the light from the corridor he left blotted out as the door closed on its own. He held his rifle up and stared back down the corridor trying to see what had followed him, though it wouldn't help him any if he was being followed by an alien. He backed up and slid along the wall, using the wall as a guard for his left side. He stood waiting and watching, trying to pierce the darkness with his eyes and see what lurk there. Nothing moved, and he couldn't bring himself to move. If he turned to walk down the corridor, whatever was hiding in the darkness would stalk and kill him from behind, and if he stayed here, more of the aliens would find him and overwhelm him anyway.

Thinking that he'd hate to see more then one, he slowly pulled away from the wall and backpedaled down the hall, looking back over his shoulder at the barely lit corridor. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising, and he shivered despite the intense heat being put into the atmosphere of the building by the torn steam vents. Something was not right...not right at all.

Aside from the sound of his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and the whirring and hissing of broken vents and machinery, he heard a clanking sound underneath him. He stopped dead in his tracks, unsure if he should run, or if he should stay and fight. He slowly looked down into the darkness underneath the grate he stood on and lowered his gun's muzzle...ready to open fire. There was a silence that ensued now, and he was unsure that there was anything under him at all. Maybe it was his paranoid state making him hear things, but he was sure that something was down there...after all they moved about in every crevice they could fit into.

He slowly stepped away from the grate and kept his gaze on it, yet nothing moved, and he could hear nothing. He looked around briefly and sighed, his ears were deceiving him now. He took a step forward and the grate in front of him gave way beneath him, falling away like it was hinged. He fell forward, his shoulder pad and helmet slamming hard into the grate beside him as he fell into the darkness. He barely let out a scream before landing soundly on his back in a sickly smelling pool of saliva and stale water. He lay there for a moment, part of him waiting for the alien to come dismember him, the other part telling him to not move and risk being found. He knew though, the aliens had found him, they were just waiting for him to move in the right area, or open the right door and he'd be theirs to feast upon, or use.

He waited and waited and waited, yet nothing touched him, and nothing even came near him. His fear turned to disgust. The pungent sickly smelling water that lapped at his body was quickly making him ill of stomach. What was in the water that made it reek so badly? His face twisted in revulsion as something cold and furry brushed by his face. He quickly sat up and scrambled to his feet, escaping the vile water. The musty, stank water trickled down along his armor and clothes, dripping sickeningly to the water below him, and he could smell the musty, rotting water around him. It was as if he had blundered into a septic system. He would have vomited there if not for a strong stomach. There was a splashing sound a few yards deeper into the darkness, caused by water trickling down from a higher level.

The only area that was lit was the area directly below the hole in the floor above him. The light bathed the wall across from him in a dim yellowish light. He looked to the side, eying the wall that was partially visible and noticed a very large tunnel there, yellowish light shining down at the end of it. He looked around in the water for his rifle; only to turn up with a torn piece of cloth...his gun was gone....

He cursed under his breath and clenched his fist in anguish. He looked around nervously and then back up to the grate he had fallen through. The only way he could climb back up there is if he had a ladder, he had fallen about eight feet by his guess, and with all his equipment on, he would be hard pressed to climb back up there. He turned around and faced the tunnel. For a moment he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sucking in the putrid musty air and instantly wishing something had killed him just then.

He slowly picked his way down the tunnel, placing his hands on the wall to steady himself and he noticed that the tunnel was coated by some sort of substance...possibly one of the alien's own concoctions. He looked back behind to the dark of the floor space he just left and for a moment saw something move down there. He felt around his belt and pulled out his combat knife...if he was going to die, he might as well go down fighting. As soon as he drew the knife, the movement ceased, and made him wonder if perhaps his paranoia was affecting his sight more then he had thought back up in the corridor.

He backed up and continued down the tunnel, keeping his eyes on the corridor he left and looking to the exit of the tunnel ahead where he was heading. He could feel a low vibration all around him; possibly from the power generators located a few levels lower, or maybe even an APC from a rescue team. He trudged onward, toward the corridor ahead, hope instilled in him again at the thought of a rescue team. But, as he turned to the left at the end of the tunnel he saw to his horror a large egg laying burst open on the grates of the floor, a long trail of ooze heading away into the corridor, and a few strands of slime along the area around the egg. He pulled back and looked behind to see two more of these eggs, one not opened, and the other already having spilt its occupant.

For a moment he was tempted to destroy the egg that had yet to hatch, but he did not have his rifle, and also knew that something would rush in to prevent him from doing so. He looked up above and saw a few gaping holes in the ceiling, some sagged metal drooping downward to the floor, but barely touching it. He stepped clear of the hole and made his way down the left side of the corridor, watching the walls and ceiling for any more holes, or possible alien forms...

The corridor slowly changed, its walls coated in the strange organic substance he had seen in the tunnel behind him. There were a few lights embedded within the substance, offering enough light so that he did not trip, but still making the area quite dark and full of long shadows. He realized that now, in this corridor he was far from any form of rescue team. In fact, he was far from the ground level and escape. This was the alien's fortress, their domain, and their nest. He stared around in disbelief. This whole time he had been wandering deeper into the complex, so deep that he found himself at the ante room of the alien nest itself.

He slowly lowered to a crouch, sheathing his knife and taking his head in his hands. He rubbed his eyes and temples with his palms, lost in his disbelief and error. He could not believe that he managed to find this place alive. This was the location that many marines had died at, and here he was, a single marine and he was still breathing. Somehow the noises around him, the hissing and beeping, the sound of the generators humming and the grating of gears failed to knock the realization that he was in a highly dangerous area into his head. The lights in the corridor he just entered from flicked and faded, rendering his path back dark.

He looked back there and rested his head on his arm, his eyes closed as he contemplated what he should do now. He had no communication set to radio for help, he had no rifle to defend himself, and he had no hope of ever finding his way out. He felt something warm dripping on the back of his neck and he quickly rolled over, landing on his back as he looked up. His heart was racing again and he was ready to scream, but what he saw was only a trickle of water leaking from a pipe a few yards up, not the alien's mouth he had anticipated.

He slowly sat up and was ready to laugh, but he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, back in the corridor he came from. He quickly turned and crab walked away from the corridor, his back colliding with the wall and making a soft thud. He stared into the darkness and waited, the sounds around him being drowned out by his heartbeat. He slowly rose to his feet, his hands grabbing at the gnarled wall behind him, and he felt his hand run over something slightly pliable, almost like leather. His hands stopped moving and his breathing came in short, semi-labored breaths, horror converging on his mind.

He drew away from the wall, pulling his hand away slowly, but he didn't dare turn to look. If it was going to kill him, he didn't want to see it happen. He nearly dropped to his knees for the execution, but as long as he waited, nothing happened. He didn't even hear anything moving, or the common hiss they emitted before striking. He slowly turned his head to the side, eying the wall he just moved away from, but there was not an alien there, rather a seal on a pipe. He began to breath heavily now, huffing noisily to regain and calm his tense body.

He looked back to the darkness of the corridor and then looked ahead to the lighter lit tunnel of alien substance. His path was now this way, but perhaps he would locate a stairwell that would lead upward, or a corridor that would take him to a safer region of the complex. He began to slowly walk down the tunnel, keeping his eyes on the walls and ceiling alike, afraid that if he took his gaze off either for too long he would miss the movements of alien appendages. During this whole trek of his he had yet to see a single xenomorph. Somehow it both made him glad and fearful. He was glad that he was spared an untimely death, even though he was at death's door in this corridor. And he was also fearful because if the xenomorphs were not here, they were elsewhere and on their way back to here, trapping him within without a weapon, or an escape route.

His attention snapped out of inner thoughts when his boot crunched down onto a deceased alien face hugger. A little acid blood leaked out of its broken limbs from where he stepped and oozed down through the floor. The most disgusting part was the fact that he had blindly stumbled onto something like this, and how many times had he been this close to an alien and not realized it. For all he knew, he could be right next to five of them and not even realize it before it was too late. His heart continued to race in his chest, the sound loud and annoying in his ears. He was going to die down here, and no one would know that he had survived the initial marine mission.

There was a form along the side of the wall, hoisted up eight feet from the ground, bound in a silvery gray substance that resembled spider webbing. It was a marine he could tell, by the presence of a dog tag dangling from his neck. He looked up to the form for a long time, the form's face pale from being dead for so long. There was a gaping hole in the man's chest, the surrounding alien material painted red by his blood. He tore his eyes from the spectacle before him and looked along the ceiling to notice that there were many ducts and pipes that lined the ceiling, shadowed and coated in the same alien substance as the rest of the corridor. His eyes traced the bony, spine-like substance along the ceiling, and he soon saw a few more bodies bound up along the wall on the far side of the corridor. They had been deceased for even longer and were rotting away in their death cocoons. He grimaced and felt ready to vomit, but averted his eyes and ventured on boldly...or stupidly as he came to realize.

He carefully stepped over a few ridges in the floor, avoiding stepping on a few more face hugger corpses as he made his way toward a large ramp. The ramp didn't offer him much more then a passing glimmer of hope that it would lead him to safety as beyond that, the corridor was thickly decorated in the slime and hard substance of the alien's design. There was a low hiss, accompanied by the thrumming and pulsing sounds of the generators that helped lull his sense of security into passiveness.

Yards ahead, up the ramp, concealed by the darkness, a maze of solidified mucus began. His feet slowly drew him toward this ramp, leaving a wet footprint in the softer floor substance. He could hear rapid bursts of steam bellowing out of a nearby pipe, and a steam wave bathed the wall across from him. He lurched to his side and snugged his body up against the wall, ready for the alien to come and tear him to pieces. The level of fear he was at was just a few notches below that of running panic. The alien never came though, and in fact he was beginning to believe that the aliens were never going to come claim him.

He hunched over slightly, watching the ceiling above him cautiously as he walked up the ramp. There were broken vents all along the ceiling, some of the alien's slime gathered around the edges of each. He peered up into one of the vents farthest to the right as he thought he saw something move there, but the darkness coupled by the fact there was steam and air currents made him dismiss it. He could not believe that he could come this far alone if that movement were caused by a xenomorph. After all they didn't think like humans, and would ambush him when he was lulled into a false sense of security.

Almost as soon as that thought entered his head he heard a soft thud behind him, and when he turned to look he saw that the corridor behind him was partially sealed off. He choked back a scream and backpedaled up the ramp, running his hands along the ridges in the wall to make sure he was still walking backward and not being dragged away. He slipped on a ridge coated in slime and fell backward, but he quickly rose to his feet and continued up the ramp. His hand caught in some slime along the side and he withdrew his hand quickly, shaking his hand to rid it of the thick sticky fluid. He turned around and looked up the ramp, noticing how much of the substance coated the ramp and walls. It was like walking into a new world. There were pylons of the substance, huge stalagmites and stalactites of the stuff rising from floor to ceiling and dropping from ceiling to floor.

He would have stood in awe, but the fact was, his life was in danger here...more so then it was back in the corridor he found the holes in. He tripped and fell onto his knees, digging the balls of his knees into the floor hard enough to make him wince and curse under his breath. He bit his lip though, so that not too much noise found its way to xenomorph ears. He slowly rose to his feet again, making his way further up the ramp. At the top, most light was blotted out by the slime and substance, making deep dark shadows in all the crevices and pipes along the wall and ceiling. Little did he notice was the corridor behind him, closing behind him, fused shut by the bodies of xenomorphs.

He stared up to the ceiling, which was more a xenomorph construct then anything else. It resembled a cathedral ceiling, with the exception that there were no windows, and it was made of the alien resin. Ribs of the substance lined the pillar-like structures along the walls, forming greenish-gray gills in the walls. The building piping looked like huge grotesque veins that seemed to pump out more of the alien substance along its ends and along the walls. It looked like the new structure work had always been there.

The hissing of broken vents and piping seemed distant, sounding off in rapid succession. It was an eerie orchestra of noises that made his skin crawl, but on top of that noise was his own beating heart, and the sound of thick slime dripping to the ground. He looked around a pillar of the alien resin, only to see a small patch of xenomorph eggs, slimed to the ground, shining with the dim light. His hair was standing up on end now, fear pumping more adrenaline through his body as he took each step. His eyes followed the garden of alien eggs to a large circular portal, made strictly of the alien substance. All that could be made out within the portal was the first few feet of the floor, the ribs lining the ground making for perfect traction on the slippery slime and ooze.

There was a soft stretching sound, soon followed by a low-pitched slurred hiss from within the portal, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Whatever was in there, it was big and it was not human. He carefully turned around, making absolutely no sounds at all, only to realize that his escape route was blocked. His mouth started to drop as he prepared to scream his final breath, but for some reason, his voice would not exit his mouth. Even as the blockage writhed and swayed, showing how alive it was, he could not scream. His throat was sealed, blocked off by the tenseness of the muscles along his whole body, and he backed up, stumbling over the ridges in the floor. His hand scraped along the wall as he stumbled, his hand picking up more of the slime that coated everything.

He saw an alien head slide up, and a pair of teeth bared as the wall writhed some more. His eyes traveled up along the living barrier and he realized how many there were. The corridor was fifteen feet wide normally, and it was practically all sealed off by the xenomorph bodies, their tails, and other extremities clotting up more of the corridor. He fell to his backside, sliding across the floor slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the deciding shriek and hiss before a steely claw claimed his life. Behind him, inside the darkness of the portal he heard an even louder, guttural hiss. He heard something take a step closer to him, his body flinching with each footfall, and his heart beating wildly. He felt his whole body trembling with those sounds, and while he had not been cut yet, it felt as if he had been slashed deep into his spine. He braced himself for a painful death, but none came....

The guttural hiss grew louder behind him, and he felt a hot breath against his neck. Hot, slimy saliva dripped down along his shoulder and across his head, creeping down his neck. There was a growling purr, much like an engine submerged in water, and he felt a hard object, coated in slime touch his neck. He winced and shuddered, thinking how much pain there was going to be when the alien claimed his life, and still, nothing happened to him. His body was trembling so bad now that his leg was shaking and making soft thudding noises against the floor, his pant leg already coated in the slime that was all around him. His hand went to his chest, smearing the alien slime over the metal plate, and his other hand rested in a pool of saliva, they too were trembling violently.

A claw touched his shoulder, and he slowly slumped, thinking that his time had come, but the claw lifted and left him quite alive. He parted his eyelids for a moment, peering through half-lidded eyes to the corridor in front of him, the xenomorphs were still there, but they were no longer an imposing mass. A few were watching him with an unnerving silence, teeth bared, but closed. He followed the living wall up, to the ceiling and saw a few of the aliens clinging to the ceiling like flies, their tails and bony protrusions making them blend in nearly perfect against the alien resin. At the top of his vision he saw a dark shadowed object...a jaw.

He slowly turned his gaze upward, turning around timidly and frightened. His eyes followed the face of the enormous form of that alien behind him. It was the xenomorph mother, the queen, standing in all her glory and might. Her strong limbs held her aloft with the slightest of effort, and her tail was curled around behind her, twitching and swaying in the darkness, making soft grating noises. Her ebony hide reflected absolutely nothing, rigid bony structures peeking out above her shoulders and along her back. His breathing ceased as he stared up across her great crown, shining as if it were buffed steel. It was both smooth and rigid, perfectly shaped to show her status as the mother.

Saliva lightly dribbled from her lower jaw to his shoulder and ran down to his arm. It was quite warm, almost verging on hot. Her head was slightly tilted to the side as she looked at him, though she had no eyes, only the jaws and dome of her crown. Her long arms were along the sides of the portal, gripping the walls with her strong gnarled fingers. He swallowed hard, and felt his whole chest spasm from the proximity of this alien. He felt a shiver spread up his spine as she looked down on him, it was a primal predatory look that sent his mind reeling. He wanted to flee, and yet, his legs would not carry him. His body was too weak with fear.

She lifted her head and let out a loud hiss that had him flinching intensely, his whole body jumping to the sound. The aliens around them slowly peeled away back into their dark recesses, leaving just the queen with him there. She slowly looked down to him, a fresh string of saliva dripping down to the floor between his legs. He shivered and closed his eyes, truly believing that she was now going to dismember him, wanting him alone for her own pleasure.

He shuddered and looked up to her jaws, waiting to see the second mouth eject and tear through his throat. Her mouth opened, but the second mouth remained within her jaws, dripping with her saliva. He felt a claw touch his shoulder plate, and slide along it to the crease between his chest guard and the shoulder plate. He closed his eyes, waiting to feel a searing pain in his shoulder, but he didn't feel any pain, just the downward push of the alien queen's claw upon his shoulder plate. She let out a low guttural hiss and leaned down to hiss in his ear, sending a chill up his spine that made him want to feint, but he willed himself to hold on.

He felt her other hand press against his back, and could hear her claws sliding over the steel of his bodyguard. He closed his eyes tightly and then felt the hand slide up under his arm. There was no padding or armor along his arms so her touch was felt in all its grotesqueness. He shuddered as her leathery hand touched his arm; he was about to pull away from her, but she cupped her bony fingers around his arm and began to pull at him. He pulled back against her, fearing that she was going to tear him limb from limb, and he let out a little scream in his panicked fear. His feet slid backward as he tried to scramble away from her, but a second hand quickly took a hold of his other shoulder and prevented his forward motion.

More gently then he though possible by a xenomorph, she enfolded her hand around the front of his chest and slid her other hand along his arm, wrapping that around his stomach. His legs began to lift from the floor as she pulled him up to her chest. Warm saliva dribbled down his arm from her mouth, and even though she hadn't disemboweled him, or dismembered him, he still had the urge to flee. He struggled against her, trying desperately to disengage himself from her strong hands. She still maintained a firm yet gentle grip on him, and she began to emit a guttural purring hiss, almost as if trying to sooth him. He looked back over his shoulder at her; amazed that such a creature could possibly try to sooth anything. The most that she could do from what he knew was kill, and kill quickly.

He looked at the floor as his feet slowly lifted from it, the greenish gray floor ribbings looking like a green stream of water. As she carried him slowly into the bowels of her fortress, her breathing could be heard as a rasping soft hiss in his ears. It made him shudder, all because of the predatory aura that engulfed her, and the dank darkness surrounding him. His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness he was being drawn into, and all he could hear was the soft hissing of her breath. There was no longer the hum of generators, or the dripping of water from torn vents. It was calm and peaceful.

He looked around at the large pillars that extended up to the ceiling and he saw that there were two large aliens clinging to the ceiling, their bodies bulky and upon their heads two horns. They remained as still as statues, and he knew what they served as...the queens guards. They ignored him completely, remaining absolutely motionless as the queen walked him deeper into the recesses of the xenomorph structure.

There was a clump of the alien substance on the floor, raised slightly at the sides and all around it were many long slender rods of the alien resin. Behind that was a small pit in the floor completely surrounded by the solid silvery slime that coated everything that was made for a temporary hold. He tilted his head to the side slightly, squinting at the pit, trying to place what its purpose was, his fear and urge to flee temporarily forgotten. She slowly walked him over to the pit and gently let him down into it, turning away slightly, though her head remained turned as she kept her gaze on him. He felt the urge to flee again as she looked at him like that, and then when the saliva dribbled from her mouth he began to scramble from the pit.

The queen emitted a soft hiss, and she slowly moved over to block the passage that they had walked through. He stared up to her, his eyes wild with fright and panic. She had blocked his escape. He slumped up against the wall and held his chest, as his heart beat soundly in his chest. A renewed surge of adrenaline rushed through his body and he felt his muscle tensing again, already tired and sore from earlier accidents and adrenaline rushes. The queen slowly slunk back to the raised platform of resin and settled down there on her haunches, her tail sliding off to the side and curling slightly around the pit in the floor. The tail's tip flicked for a moment and then settled, and she kept her face turned to him, still watching him.

As soon as she settled down onto the platform he looked to the exit, the dark tunnel of the alien fortress. He looked back to her hesitantly and then slowly crept along the side of the wall, all the while his heart throbbed noisily in his head. His hand slid around the side of the wall that would take him back out to the alien tunnel and it slide across some of the slime that coated almost everything alien. Her body didn't move the slightest amount, but her head continued to track him, and for a moment he was positive that she wouldn't stop him from leaving.

He turned around the corner and slowly made his way down the dark tunnel, and he could hear movements above him. He had forgotten in that short time that the two guardians were there. He slowly looked up, a string of saliva dripping to his boot. There was one there, the other having relocated itself. He shuddered and slowly looked down, over to where his path lay. A bulky form slowly grew in front of him, its lips peeling back as it let out a soft hiss. It drooled, a thick strand of the silvery saliva dribbling to the floor. The xenomorph took a step towards him, its bony tail lashing from side to side behind it.

He had no choice but to backpedal, his escape route now blocked by the alien's body. He wasn't too sure how obedient they were to the queen, so he made a hasty retreat back into her lair, preferring to not find out because she spared him...though for what?

He wasn't too sure he wanted to find out. Maybe they were eying him up for a host to something extra nasty.... some new breed of xenomorph. He shivered and felt the urge to flee well up in him again. The whole purpose of his being alive was to be a host, he just figured out why they didn't kill him instantly. He slumped up against the wall and slammed his head against the hard alien resin, making a soft thud echo in the air for a moment. The queen was still watching him, and he started to hate her. He feared her more, but he was beginning to hate her too. It was strange, but her continuous gaze was making hate rise up in him. It was almost as if he were being antagonized by a bully with a smug expression on his face.

He frowned and clenched his fist, amazed at himself for how he was reacting. He should be deathly afraid of her, and yet here he was sitting with a clenched fist, ready to walk over and punch her in the snout. He almost broke into laughter as he thought about that, and for a moment, the area around him was not as imposing or nightmarish. It was strange how his mood had so many changes in the past couple minutes...all caused by his situation and how the queen of the hive spared him.

He looked over to the queen, no longer afraid of her, and no longer angered by her. And she seemed to sense this, her head slowly tilting to the side. He smirked at her, but remained where he was. He didn't trust her fully, after all, how could one trust something as dark and as dreadful as the alien queen? She kept staring at him as if he had absolutely lost his mind, and he actually believed he did. Who would be stupid enough, or crazy enough to be found in the alien's lair?

He shook his head and looked down at his feet, the floor his boots sat in coated in the silvery saliva. He looked over to the queen, her gaze still upon him, or so it would seem, yet she didn't move, or even hint at being alive. That was perhaps the main reason why no one has ever located her with motion trackers before. She was an ambusher, and she had legions of the xenomorphs to guard her lair, so why would she have to move?

Slowly he rose to his feet and made his way back over to the queen alien. Her head did not move as he slowly circled her, and her tail was quite still, almost as if she were dead. A soft hissing breath escaped her jaws, assuring him that she was quite alive. His eyes traced up along her long arm to the shoulder, and there he saw the bony protrusions upon her back. Her skin was totally black, as dark as the shadows around them. There were a few traces of a lighter gray throughout her body, places that outlined certain structures of her body, and parts of her face.

He slowly leaned toward her, looking at her sternum that stood out prominently on her frail looking body. The bone structure of her body looked similar to a human's. The exception was the contents therein, and the fact that it was an alien. He was curious about what the texture of her skin felt like, but he wasn't quite sure he could touch her. Who knew what kind of society the aliens lived in and what kind of reaction would be invoked if he did touch her. She might just kill him for doing that. He decided to not risk it and he slowly crept away from her.

He looked back down the tunnel that would take him out and saw two alien forms slinking along the walls. They soon stopped and remained still until he could not tell exactly where they ended and the wall began. Since fear no longer gripped him so much, the aliens fascinated him. They were so unlike humans, and that was by default. But they just acted animalistic and yet had intelligence to boot. They were a lethal species...that much was certain. But how intelligent were they to match that lethalness?

He slowly moved away from the queen and sat down on the floor near the wall. His legs were stiff and sore, his neck ached him and his arms felt like they had lead weights attached to them all day. He tucked his knees up to his chest and folded his arms around them, resting his head on his arms. He wasn't going to sleep; he just needed to relax his sore and tense muscles. His breathing slowed, his body went limp, and he slowly slid over onto his side and fell unconscious to the floor.

Slowly awareness came to him, the sounds of dripping water and hissing of vents and hoses greeting him again. His eyes blinked a few weary times and he slowly looked around. Silvery strands of the alien resin were all around him and rose up like a wall about him. He was cocooned! He began to panic and darted his eyes around the dark chamber, noticing that the queen was sitting near him, her head turned to face him. He felt his heart rate increase and then looked around for an alien egg, thinking that perhaps there would be one here to make him a host. His searching eyes revealed no egg, and no threat. He let out a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to the alien queen.

Her soft raspy hissing breath was barely audible as she watched him, and her tail was swaying from side to side slowly, drawing across the ground in a wave-like pattern. He slowly sat up and rubbed his neck; it was sore and stiff from that fall he had in the corridor. She moved, slowly rising and taking a few steps toward him. He prepared himself for some sort of physical contact, and she did just that; reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked down to her hand, and then to the claws on each. They slowly drew across his should plate and slid along to the crease in his torso guard and his neck.

For a moment he was fearful that she might just slip and stab him in the throat with her claw, thus ending his life, but she was more careful then he could ever have been, given the circumstances. Her head tilted slightly to the side and she parted her jaws slightly, letting out a low hissing purr. He looked up to her face, now curious about what she wanted. It was apparent that she was trying to make him do something, but her lack of speech made it impossible to decipher just what that was. She withdrew her hand from his shoulder and hissed at him again, still the low purring hiss of before.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her, still trying to figure out what she was telling him. She turned her head away from him and stared down the corridor from which he was carried. The corridor was wide open, no alien body being seen along the walls, or at the entrances. He carefully stood up so that he did not destroy the resin nest he was in. Who knew what kind of reaction destroying such would have? She returned her gaze upon him again, a sliver of drool sliding down her chin to the floor. He grimaced slightly watching the drool and then looked back down the corridor. Was it possible that she was telling him he could leave? He was sure she'd let him know soon enough if he tried to leave. An alien would appear and force him back, or she would probably come pick him up herself again.

He slowly made his way over to the corridor, looking back to the queen in a hesitant wary fashion. She slowly followed him, her powerful legs easily carrying her the span of the floor to where he was in a few steps. He looked back down the corridor and then slowly ventured forth down it. He looked up to the ceiling for the two guards that were up there previously, but he could not see them very well in the given light. He could still hear the queen walking behind him, her raspy breath and soft padding steps keeping him positive that she would follow him to where ever he would go so that he didn't escape.

He was a prisoner here; he knew that, she knew that--though he was not sure she truly knew that. He looked over his shoulder to her and gave her a slight nod of his head and then stepped out into the corridor. He didn't have to go to far before spotting a xenomorph along the wall, but if he were any more panicked or rushing, he would have totally missed its location. Soon enough though, he stepped over towards the ramp that would lead out of the alien fortress and the queen let out a low guttural hiss. Alien slowly crept from the walls and blocked his path and he looked back behind to her. She had her head tilted to the side, a string of saliva dangling from the corner of her mouth. She took a step back and turned slightly.

He knew that she wanted him to return to her chamber, but was tempted to see how far she would go if he should decide to try and escape. He looked back to the alien mass in front of him and shuddered. He slowly turned and led the way back to the queen's chamber. Perhaps another day he would be able to find his way out? Or perhaps there was to be no other day? He shook his head and walked on. The queen followed behind him slowly and steadily, and he could just barely tell where behind him she was.

As they reentered the main chamber--her chamber, she immediately reclaimed her spot on the platform, and watched him. He took a deep breath and sat down beside her. His fear was no longer there for her. He was a little angry, and a little annoyed, but not afraid anymore. It was strange how quickly he adjusted to being the xenomorph 'pet'. He chuckles quietly to himself, yet it still drew the queen's attention. Her upper body shifted and she leans towards him, her warm breath washing over his hair as she breathed out. He looked up to her ebon face and raised an eyebrow.

She parted her jaws and the inner mouth came out, opening slightly and then closing. He watched where the second jaw went, making sure that it was under control and not liable to fly out and gouge his skull open. Fortunately it retreated back into her mouth and she closed her jaws again, hissing softly. Her hand came over towards him again, the index finger and claw extended. The claw touched the side of his shoulder plate and then slowly rose, unsteadily to his cheek. The mere touch of the claw on his skin made him shiver slightly.

His own hand came up, and he touched her finger, feeling the sturdy and hard claw at its tip. He looked over to it and then looked up to her face. She drew her hand away slowly and leaned toward him again, hissing softly into his face. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her in curiosity. What was she now trying to tell him? He grinned a little and continued to watch her face. Her hand slowly reached out again and took a hold of his hand. He looked to their hands and then looked at the claws that were beginning to dig into his skin. He gritted his teeth and waited until she was done with whatever she had in mind.

She slowly drew his hand up to her chin, and ran his fingertips through her saliva along her chin. He grimaced a little, the feel of the saliva reminding him of a runny nose. She soon let go of his hand, but he kept it there, and slowly stroked his finger along her chin. His hand was quickly coated in her saliva, and he drew his hand away to rub the substance in between his thumb and forefinger. It was definitely like thick mucus, and yet, as he sniffed at it, had no odor to it at all. She continued to watch him closely, obviously curious about his behavior. He chuckled softly again and lifted his fingers to her chin, stroking over the leathery taunt skin.

She purr hissed as he began to stroke his fingers along her chin and more saliva joined that already on his hand and her chin. The fresher saliva was quite warm. He drew his hand away and shook off his hand, the mucus flinging to the ground with soft pats. He spread his fingers slightly and touched her chin, slowly sliding his fingers upward to her lips. Her mouth parted slightly to emit a hiss and he carefully traced his fingers over a fang. She tilted her head and slowly closed her mouth, her lips refolding over her teeth and he drew his hand away so that it did not get accidentally bitten.

He stared at her face for a long while and slowly moved his hand up higher on her face, running his fingers over her dome. It was smooth and clear of the saliva that dribbled from her mouth, but was shiny like a fresh buff. She purr hissed again, and tilted her head slightly, watching his face as he slowly worked his hands along her dome to the crease of her crown. She was too tall for him to reach up any further, even with her hunched over like she was, but her crown was extremely hard. It was like touching a steel plate, yet had the same texture as her skin.

She slowly lifted her head and he had no choice but to let her, his hand slowly lowering to his side. She tilted her head to the other side slightly and parted her jaws again, emitting a soft hiss and her tail lashed slightly. He watched her tail for a moment and then looked back to her face. She hissed again and slowly crouched again, pulling her tail around to the side. He rose and stepped away from the tail until it settled and then he sat down beside her again. He looked across the length of her tail, its bony jagged structure quite flexible despite the rigid appearance. At its tip, the tail was more streamlined, and resembled a spear, and it had less bony structures along its surface.

Her tail slowly undulated beside him, and he reached out to stroke his fingers over the bony ridges along the length of her tail closest to him. She watched him closely and hissed to him softly. He looked up to her and then tilted his head slowly, mimicking her. She straightened her head and parted her jaws to hiss at him again. He straightened his own head and smiled slightly, his attention returning to her tail. His gaze slowly traced her tail around her body to where it attached at her back, and the bony ridges grew in size on the way up to her shoulders. She watched him for a moment and then turned her attention elsewhere, allowing him unsupervised inspection of her. He slowly rose and began to circle her, quite intrigued by her body design and structure.

Her body seemed out of proportion with her crown, but she was quite strong and it was possible that her skull was very lightweight. He almost felt bad for her, her body looking malnourished and withered, but he knew that she was not so. He was curious however about how she was sustained. Did she just live off of the air? Perhaps her servants, the other aliens grew farms of food for her and them? Or maybe they just ate rotting corpses? Whatever it was, he was genuinely curious.

She seemed to sense his thoughts and turned to look at him again. Her body did not move, just her head, and a string of saliva dribbled to the floor. He grinned slightly and reached over to stroke her side. It seemed that only the face was where the slime was, no other part of her body had any residue on it. It was basically like touching black leather. She hissed softly and purred a little, and she continued to watch him. He slowly walked around to her front again and gently wiped the saliva from her chin with his hand, slinging the slime to the floor in the process. She watched him closely and then looked to the string of saliva he flung. It was a very comical seeming expression she gave him. He chuckled and stroked her face with his hand again, cleaning more of her saliva away. Her mouth parted in a hiss and then she tilted her head again.

He smiled at her and ran his finger along her teeth, poking his finger down onto a fang, fully trusting her now. Her second mouth slowly emerged and opened a little, and he drew his hand away, still not trusting that second mouth even though it was part of her. She sensed his sudden wariness and drew her mouth back inside. She let out a soft hiss and purred slightly, her tail undulating on the ground again. He was amazed at how she seemed to care about how he felt around her. Just watching her, he was sure that she was not ever going to kill him, or let him be killed while still being her captive.

She slowly lifted an arm and tapped a claw along her chest guard, and then looked up to his face, hissing again to him in a soft tone. He looked down to his armor and then tilted his head slightly, unsure of what she wanted him to do, or what her gesture meant. She scraped her claw along the metal until it caught in the crease of his shoulder plate. She tilted her head and dug a claw underneath the metal, tugging at it gently as if trying to remove it. He reached over and unlocked the shoulder plate and gently placed it on the ground at his feet. He looked at her claw as it dug underneath his chest guard and he slowly undid the chest guard, placing that as well on the ground at his feet.

She purred softly and another string of saliva slowly descended to the floor. She took a step closer to him and leaned forward, placing her jaws against his chest, either sniffing at his clothes, or feeling it. He couldn't quite tell, as she did not appear to have a nose for sniffing. His shirt quickly had a string of saliva sliding down the front from her mouth, and he grimaced slightly. She hissed softly and looked back up to his face, another strand of saliva descending from her chin to the floor. He reached over and cleaned the saliva from her chin and then smiled slightly.

Her claw soon found its way to his shirt, catching in the fabric right below his sternum. She slowly drew her claw upward and he felt a tugging as his shirt rode up slightly, and then he felt a claw touch his skin, having torn a hole in the shirt. He looked at her a little startled and saw how she was watching what she was doing with head tilted slightly. He heard a ripping sound and when he looked down to his shirt there was a large tear from his stomach to his collar and the queen's claw was still sliding upward, tearing through the flimsy, frayed material of the collar. He closed his eye for a moment, suddenly embarrassed by how she was disrobing him, his chest bare to her now. He shuddered slightly, a chill creeping over his body caused by the sensation of the humid air and her gaze upon his bare flesh. She tugged on the shirt for a moment and then he slowly drew what remained of it, off.

She purr hissed to him and carefully stroked her claw along the center of his chest, down to his stomach. Her claw ran over the ridges of his abdominal muscles, and stopped just above his pants. She tilted her head slightly and looked back to his face, and she hissed softly to him. He recognized that she wanted him to do something, but he had to guess it involved removing his pants. His face flushed a little and he slowly undid his belt--sure that if he did not remove it, she would do it herself and leave him with shredded clothing. He slowly pulled off his pants and boots, leaving him in just his underwear, and his torn shirt. He looked up to her and she tilted her head and leaned forward slightly, lifting a claw to his stomach again. He looked down to her hand and then looked up to the string of saliva forming on her chin again. He would have to make a drool bib for her soon.

She hissed softly and drew her claw to the elastic band of his briefs and she tilted her head at him again. He looked down at his briefs and grinned a little. There was no way that he was going to take them off. Not here, not now...not ever. But even as he thought that, her claw slid downward and drew the elastic band down slightly, his pubic hair being revealed for a moment before he backed up and pulled up on them. He was flushing thoroughly now, his face very red. She hissed a little and pulled away, her tail flicking a little behind her. He looked up to her face, a little worried that he offended her and she definitely looked that way. He shivered and sighs softly, his face still flushed from that moment of embarrassment.

She purred at him and took a step closer to him, reaching out a claw to stroke it along his chin, and then down his throat to his chest. He watched her nervously for a moment, but loosened up when she expressed carefulness again. He cleaned a new line of drool from her chin and wiped it on the remains of his shirt, and then he put that on the ground as well. She hissed and nuzzled her head into his hand and stroked her claws along his chest, down to his stomach and then to his briefs. He looked at her a little apprehensively, now feeling his face flush again, but he fought it so as to not offend her curiosity. It was only fair after all, he had the chance to explore her body, why not give her the chance to explore his?

He stood his ground this time as she lowered his briefs, and fortunately for him, the material did not tear as she pressed downward on it. He closed his eyes as his groin was revealed to her and all he could focus on was her gentle breathing. Her claws slowly traced through his pubic hair and along his penis and testicles, and he tensed a little, realizing how much it could hurt if she slipped up there. He moved his hand down to lead her claws away from his genitals and looked up to see her curiously staring at him again, head tilted whenever she was questioning his motives, or 'asking' him something. She purred at him and looked to his hands and drooled again. He covered his genitals with his hand and grinned widely. And the thought did pass through his mind, 'What would it be like to have sex with her?' but he shook his head to try and rid himself of that thought. There was no perceivable way to ever considering having sex with the alien queen. It was just...very taboo.

She slowly walked around him, and he watched her cautiously, unsure of what she was up to. She slowly reached out her hand and felt along his back, her claws streaking gently down from his shoulder to his lower back, and then they paused there. She purr hissed softly and then touched his right buttock, and he felt a shiver run up his spine. Her claws scraped lightly over his skin, and he felt it slide down in between each cheek. He clenched his muscles and prevented any more of the violation, and she tilted her head at him again, as if asking why he did that. He shuddered a little and she slowly withdrew her hand, her claws remaining on his skin for a few more seconds as she watched him. He was not sure what she thought about his body now, as it was obviously drawing much of her attention.

She slowly walked to his side and lowered to her haunches, her tail sliding around to her side, wrapping on the floor to his left and she hissed softly to him. He looked to her face and another string of saliva was making its way to the floor. She purr-hissed to him and reached up a hand to wipe the slime from her own chin, showing signs that she was trying to learn from him. He smiled slightly and she mimicked him, her lips pulling up slightly into a very bizarre form of a smile. He smirked at her and her lips fell as her head tilted. He reached up and stroked her face, running his fingers over her melon, and slowly tracing his fingers across her lips, ending at her chin. Her lips pulled back slightly and another string of saliva began to creep from her mouth.

She reached up to wipe it, but his hand was already there so he wiped it away for her. She tilted her head and hiss purred to him again, her tail wrapping up closer to him. He slowly stepped over her tail and began to look over body again, stroking his hand along her side and over the few bony structures he could reach that were on her back. She followed him with her head for a short while, but soon after just sat there and allowed him to do as he would. He came around to her right side, and looked to the floor. There was a slime trail there that looked like she had been drooling all the while she sat there. He slowly ran his hand down her spine, feeling along her tail's base as he crouched down to inspect the small pool of slime under her. She continued to purr hiss as he inspected her and she remained motionless, looking as if she had fallen asleep.

He reached under her tail and touched the slime, but it was not as thin as her saliva, it was a thicker fluid. For a moment he thought that it was acid, but he grinned a little and shook his head, the xenomorph blood could eat through the floor in a matter of seconds if it were. He pulled the his hand up and looked at the substance on his fingers, it was slightly tinged with a greenish yellow, and had a slightly odor to it. It wasn't really an offensive odor, but was strong enough to make him pull his hand away quickly. He looked up to her crown and then slowly stood up. For some reason what he though was happening to her made no sense what so ever? From all the information he had on the aliens, the queen laid eggs, and there was no determined male to fertilize them. His brows furrowed slightly and he idly stroked his hand along her side.

This was a military installation, and it was kept highly classified for a long time before the disaster occurred. He had to guess that they did experiments on all of the aliens, and maybe they did a similar one with the queen while she was still young. There was little known about what really went on here, and only one could guess. From what he's seen there was only a few eggs in the facility, probably just enough to produce enough guardians for the queen, and she didn't look as if she would be laying more eggs. Perhaps they had changed her genetically so that she would cease laying eggs after a while, but what he couldn't understand was why she would be leaking. Did that mean that there could be a definite male gendered xenomorph now?

He wasn't sure he would want to find out, but he was now sure that the queen no longer laid eggs. This was a slight relief to him, but he wondered what she would do if she couldn't lay eggs to keep the numbers of her race alive. He slowly stroked his hand over her knee and she turned her head slightly, looking his way. He gently patted her leg for a moment and then slowly walked around to her front. Her head moved to keep her gaze on him and he smiled up at her slightly. She pulled her lips back in a smile of her own, and a little saliva dribbled out of her mouth. He gently wiped the string of drool from her mouth and slung it to the ground. She straightened out and hissed softly, her tail sliding back behind her. He took a step backward and slipped on the small puddle of saliva on the floor and landed on his back, banging his head on the floor, and surprisingly it really did not hurt that much. It seemed the alien resin cushioned it a little.

The queen moved over and reached down, and he lifted his arm to show her that he was okay, but she bypassed his arm and wrapped her strong fingers about his torso. She slowly lifted and pulled him up, drawing him off the ground and he looked down to the floor and then looked back to her. She leaned forward, her face a few inches from his and she nuzzled his cheek, and to his dismay, smearing some of her saliva on his face. He leaned back a little, pulling his face away from hers and looked at her, and she lifted her lips in her quirky smile. He returned the smile and ran his hand along her chin, picking up more of her saliva.

She slowly turned and began to walk him back to her platform and placed him in the small niche in the floor. She then crouched down onto her spot and her tail wrapped around to the side. He watched her for a moment and then scratched his head. What was it she was thinking? Even as he thought that her head slowly turned and she let out a soft purring hiss to him, her tail flicking a little. He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow. He still didn't understand what she wanted. He was beginning to get a little worried too. What if what she wanted he could not do? Would she kill him after all?

He slowly crept over to her side and placed his hand on her knee. She looked down to his hand and then looked back at his face, a new line of drool sliding down to the floor. He gently ran his fingers over the bony seeming appendage and watched her to see if she would give him a hint as to what he should do. She was fully capable of hinting to him her intentions, or what she wanted him to do. She wanted his clothing off and she made that quite obvious, that was the main reason why he was unclothed now. But something was bothering him now. It was something that seemed driven by instincts or some sort of primal calling. It was both compelling and revolting.

His body was telling him clearly what was happening, but his rational and fearful mind kept burying it. She purr hissed again, and she lifted her tail slightly, to lay it on the floor at her side again. He watched her tail with curiosity, and his gaze slowly came over a small slick of fluid under her hindquarters. He slowly looked away, the thought of acting according to his instincts frightening him. He realized what it was she wanted from him and it was forcing him to debate. On one hand he could refuse and she might kill him for not acting upon her new instincts. Or he could act upon them and she would kill him anyway. Or even better yet, what says he could actually reproduce with her? They would produce a hybrid of human and xenomorph, could he really accept that?

She seemed to sense this debate running through his head and she purr hissed at him again, her tail lifting again, ever so slightly, revealing her alien sex to him. He looked at it for a moment, noting how slick it was with her fluids and he shivered slightly, his body acting of its own accord. It did not matter that she was inhuman, the mere resemblance of her genitals to humans was a little closer then he had expected. She tilted her head to look at him and slowly rose to her feet again. She slowly approached him again and then resumed the same stance as before even closer to him, her body a mere inches from his own. She let out a guttural purr and watched him for a moment and then turned her gaze to watch the wall in front of her.

He looked down to her slick alien lips and he felt his cock stiff and hard jutting upward against his stomach due to his position. He looked down and felt his face flush slightly, but that quickly vanished and he looks over the alien hide and once more at the queen's sex lips. He sighed softly and slowly rose to a suitable height to align his cock with her slick sex. He carefully traced his cock's head along the outer folds of her sex, quickly soaking his cock in her very slimy fluids. He was resigning himself to her now, there was no turning back, even if the ends were as horrible as he could imagine. At least he would have one last fuck before dying--even if it wasn't with a human partner.

Very slowly he moved his hips forward, his cock-head slowly pressing through her lips, and he was amazed to find how unique it felt to have even this portion of him within her. She was obviously happy now, her purring hiss continued and her tail raised and held off to the side as she acted submissive for him. He found this slightly amusing, after all she was an enormous predator and she was submitting to him.

He placed his hands at her hips, his fingers holding onto a few of the creases in her leathery body and he thrust himself further into her, and almost instantly her tunnel began to convulse and quiver around his shaft. She was warm too, almost hot on the insides and she was extremely wet. It was a most bizarre and unique sensation he had ever felt, but was enjoyable with just one thrust. He let out a low gasp with each of her contracting muscles, and slowly pulled himself back only to thrust himself back into her again. Every time he drew out of her, and then back in her juices would pump out around his cock, coating his pubic hair with her fluids and soaking his ball sack. It also made a soft slurping sound with each thrust.

With an ever-increasing pace he began to pump himself into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each inward stroke as her muscles milked at him hungrily. And she began to move her hindquarters to meet each of his thrusts, aiding him in mating with her, and each time she thrust herself down onto him her muscles would clamp about his cock and begin to undulate, suckling him closer to an orgasm. His thrusting slowly change in pace as he began to make several long thrusts into her steamy wet confines, each time sending a wonderful sensation up his shaft and through his body. He proceeded to make several short thrusts inside her, and let out a low moan as her tunnel clamped down onto him and began to milk at him some more, and it felt like he had his cock in a vacuum.

Her hot cunt greedily suckled at his cock as it remained within her, and when he pulled out it loosened and waited until he was buried within to begin the milking process over again. He couldn't hold out long, and quickly with several hard, rapid thrusts, he exploded into her, his cum splashing up into her and mingling with her fluids. She let out a purring hiss and her muscles clamped down on him again, milking him and pulling at him, forcing him to spurt more of his cum into her body and he let out a loud gasp as his body was rocked by his orgasm. He was beginning to feel over stimulated now, and each of her cunt's milking motions made him spasm. He slowly drew himself from her cunt, his cock being grabbed tightly by her cunt as he tried to leave her cunt and he sighed and gave in, remaining within her. She eased up as he didn't try to pull out and she began to milk at his cock again.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, there was no way he was going to get soft. He took several deep breaths, allowing her to continuously milk at him and then he felt the urge to thrust into her again. He grinned and took a hold of her thighs and began to thrust himself into her again. Her muscled eased up on him so that he could properly thrust himself in and out of her. She purred loudly and it slowly turned into a growl as her cunt's muscles quivered and shuddered around his shaft, and he felt her squeeze down on him with each thrust inward. He let out a low moan and bucked his hips wildly against her, his cock flying in and out of her steamy cunt with reckless abandon. It didn't take long before he felt his second orgasm come on and just moments before he approached his climax, he felt her muscles clench tightly around his cock a fresh surge of her fluids pumped down onto his cock's head, and slid around his shaft. He gasped loudly and then shot more of his cum up into her body, and her cunt muscles milked it up further into her body, and pulled more of his cum out of his cock.

After a while her cunt muscles loosened enough for him to withdraw and he slowly pulled out of her, a fresh splash of her fluids splashing to the ground as he drew his cock out of her. She tilted her head to look back to him and purred slightly to him. All he could muster was a week smile and he leaned up against her side, exhausted and spent. She slowly drew her tail around him, and he could smell the scent of her fluid all about the area he sat, it was a pleasant musky scent. It was all over him too, and he smiled a little more. He would be all right here--at least for now.

Epilogue

He was amazed, it had been one month since he had mated with the queen and she was already showing signs of a growth within her. Her belly region was distended and every once in a while he could see a little movement within her body. He was a little anxious about this, what was she to give birth to, a xenomorph, or a human? Or was the offspring between them going to be a totally different species all together?

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-Sypha