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Note: I want to thank Xenolover Laura for giving me tips and suggestions for this chapter. I couldn't have done it without her :D

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"You listen to me, you colony farm boy fuck! You ain't shit, you hear?! This is the marine corps, and chivalry isn't gonna do shit for you here! Jackson here kicked your ass in this exercise because you went easy on her the whole time! Let me tell you, you should take that gentlemanly attitude and shove it, Taylor! When you are out there, in the middle of a firefight or squashing nasties and bugs on some alien shit rock, it's kill or be killed! Do you understand me, Private Taylor?!

Of all the things for Private Taylor to think about while bound and restrained by alien-like resin, the words of his hard-ass drill sergeant were the last that he was expecting. Still, as much as he had hated his drill sergeant, that particular memory from his boot camp days brought him some comfort in his current predicament, given that it was the first time that he and Alicia had become "partners in crime," so to speak.

Though at the time, the son of a bitch drill sergeant had accused him of being "gentlemanly" and letting Alicia win in the hand-to-hand exercise, she had actually beaten him fair and square. After Taylor had managed to convince her of that, the two of them became companionable, sticking by each other at all times while in the barracks, and even taking equal shit from the hardass drill sergeant whenever he felt like yelling at someone.

Until quite recently, Taylor could not say that his relationship with his fellow soldier had been anything beyond a very close, platonic friendship. The fact that his closest friend in the corps was a woman had not interfered with their friendship in the past, and even if it had, the strict regulations prohibiting fraternization between male and female soldiers would have made anything beyond friendship impossible, at least until they were both discharged from service.

However, looking back on it, he wondered if perhaps he had always considered Alicia to be dear to him, as more than just a friend. There were times, between drills and exercise regimens, when he noticed Alicia getting questionable glances from one or two of the other guys - the real assholes in their unit who would likely be doing jail time had they not joined the corps. When he noticed those very same men sneaking peeks at Alicia while she was taking her showers at the end of the day, and perhaps planning to do more to her during that time, Taylor had stepped in and made sure that those dickheads stayed away from Alicia. A broken nose was a convincing argument, after all. But even after that scuffle, he found himself standing guard outside the shower rooms at the barracks like a sentry while Alicia took her showers (since she always took them separately, after the male soldiers had already taken theirs), defending both her modesty and her person from others in their unit.

At the time, he had felt that it was his duty to protect his friend, since female soldiers getting raped by their male comrades was something that occasionally happened. And yet, Taylor had to admit that his desire to protect Alicia perhaps went deeper than that. Worse still, he remembered the fact that during those times he spent standing guard while she took her showers, he had, once or twice, caught a quick glimpse of her gorgeous, well-toned and athletic body, her perky, firm breasts, the little strip of blond pubic hair between her heavenly thighs, leading to her, probably tight, hot...

He shook his head clear of such lecherous thoughts, letting out a long sigh. He stretched out his weary muscles, or as much as he could do, being trapped within a resin prison by these super intelligent alien monsters. Thankfully, the xenomorph captors had not caused him serious injury yet, and had been courteous enough to give him some wiggle room, so that he wasn't too uncomfortable while bound and tied up.

The worst part about his current captivity in this humid, hot prison, however, was that he could not stop thinking about Alicia no matter how hard he tried. When he wasn't thinking about how thankful he was that she'd managed to escape from the xenomorphs during the firefight, he was thinking about somehow escaping this place and getting back to her. And when he wasn't thinking about getting back to her somehow, he was thinking about, of all things, ripping off Alicia's panties, pushing her up against a wall and fucking her like an animal.

"Fuck!" Taylor cursed out loud, shaking his head once again. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he wondered for a moment if he was starting to go insane. Of all the things to thinking about, he was thinking about boning his best friend. It had to have had something to do with those damned xenomorphs. The female ones especially, the drones which had captured him and brought him into this hive of theirs, had forcefully pleasured him and forced him to pleasure them repeatedly. The more they did that to him, the more his mind seemed to turn into mush, to the point that all he could think about was sex.

It was their pheromones, he thought. Their pheromones caused him to forget himself, and they heightened his libido somehow.

He had to get out of here, had to get away from these xenomorphs, had to find Alicia, wherever she was, and he had to...

...suck on those perky nipples of hers, something in his head told him.

He just...had to...

...stick your cock between those sexy tits of Alicia's.

...he...

Fuck Alicia. Fuck her and pump her full of cum.

Taylor felt dizzy, and slightly nauseous. Deprived of sleep and intoxicated by the drug-like effects of the xenomorphs' pheromones as he was, he soon lost consciousness and let a couple agonizing hours of slumber overtaken him, as he stood there, bound against the chitinous wall of the xenomorph hive chamber in a prison of sticky resin.

He was eventually jostled awake by a loud screeching sound that emanated through the cavern. He'd such a screech before, and knew immediately that it came from a xenomorph. This was a different kind of screech, more pronounced and some way very feminine in nature; it did not sound at all like the aggressive, banshee-like wails that these aliens would emit when they were attacking something.

Taylor did not know or understand too much about the nature of this "ecosystem" within a xenomorph hive, having only been the xenomorphs' prisoner of sorts for the past twelve hours or so. However, based on the limited data that he and the marines had attained on the xenomorphs from Weyland-Yutani databases before this rescue mission, he could only guess that this shriek, which shook and reverberated through the entire hive, had come from the xenomorph Queen. It was Weyland-Yutani, after all, that had brought in the marines to clean up this mess in the first place, given that they'd funded this colony and research station; as such, he figured that the corporation had to have known something about the xenomorphs, including their queens.

He'd never actually seen the Queen himself, having been confined to a separate chamber, but he'd heard her several times, screeching out an occasional command or utterance of some kind to her subordinates. He feared that at any time, the Queen would give the inevitable commanding shriek, ordering one of the warriors or her bodyguards or even a drone to just gut him and be done with it, or perhaps let one of those creepy crawlers attach itself to his face and impregnate him with one of those parasites. Though, he had not seen any of those crawlers or any unhatched eggs for that matter. That, at least, gave him some hope. Perhaps the xenomorphs no longer had any of those eggs to impregnate him with. But then why keep him alive?

Another piercing shriek echoed through the cavern, sending a chill up the human soldier's spine. This screech from the Queen was louder, and somehow more animated than the one that came before it. In fact, he thought that it sounded almost...passionate in a way, like it was a xenomorph's version of a moan. The only other time he'd heard such a sound was after the warriors had captured him and left him for the group of female drones that he'd restrained him here. Those drones, for purposes unknown to him, had...used him, over and over again, and made their pleasure known with animated screeches of their own.

Though Taylor didn't know much about xenomorph biology or behavior besides what he'd read on the limited data files, he had begun to pick up on a lot of things in the relatively short time that he'd been imprisoned there. If his earlier suspicions about the xenomorphs' lack of "Facehugger" eggs was correct, they would need to grow and expand their hive again eventually, having already gone through all of the human colonists, and some of his marine compatriots as hosts.

He had occasionally seen some of the larger xenomorphs - usually males - coming in and out of the chamber leading to the Queen. Rarely did these particular males ever leave the Queen's side unless she ordered one of them to do so, like several hours earlier when Taylor had briefly seen one those big fuckers leave the Queen's chamber to go dashing off toward the entrance of the hive with several warrior xenomorphs in tow. He determined that these larger xenomorphs, which he'd read were referred to as "Praetorians," were the Queen's bodyguards, as well as her consorts.

No doubt the Queen and one of her consorts were in her chamber, fucking like rabbits, if her pleasured cries and shrieks were any indication. The marine sighed, knowing that at this rate it was only a matter of time before the Queen got knocked up with more of those crawler eggs by one of her male consorts, which meant that it would likely be the end for him. He shook his head, trying to block out the sound of animalistic mating in the distant chamber, but he eventually gave up, knowing that he would be privy to it whether he wanted to listen or not.

He'd been so caught up in the noises from the other chamber that he didn't initially hear a faint hissing to his right. He turned his head and saw the eyeless domed head of a xenomorph staring right back at him, cocking its head as if it was pondering what he was thinking about. Taylor looked back at it - or, he realized it was probably a she, since the females, the drones especially, seemed to be the only ones in the hive who paid attention to him. He gulped, seeing the eerie reflection of himself on its domed head.

"Can I ask what you want from me?" Taylor said to the xenomorph. It cocked its head again and hissed through its teeth. Taylor sighed and stretched out his sore muscles, or as much as he could given his captivity. "Let me guess: there's been a huge misunderstanding, you are going to let me out of this and let me have my phone call, and then someone can pick me up, right?" Taylor jabbed.

Saliva dripped out of the drone's mouth and it, she, ignored his sarcasm and reached a hand out to cup his cock and balls. Taylor jolted and already felt the blood pumping to his cock. He mentally cursed himself, wondering how in the world he seemed to react so readily to these freaky creatures.

He grit his teeth and stifled a gasp as the drone's hand cupped his balls while the other stroked his cock, its teeth gleaming with malicious intent as his cock grew erect and lengthened to full mast after a few pumps and strokes. Taylor never boasted, but he had a sizable length for a human, and he was reminded of that when he looked down at the female drone, seeing her using both black, latex-like hands to cup his cock, finding that she still had plenty of inches to work with.

"Again?" Taylor asked indignantly, as if he was being pressured into something unpleasant. "You creatures are insatiable. I've already given you half a dozen loads, and you still want more?"

The female xenomorph's answer was to flick at the purple mushroom head of his cock, twiddling with a dollop of precum there. With a hiss, and after gripping the base of his cock with her leathery hands, she lowered her head down, opened her mouth extension from her inner jaws, and swallowed his meat in one go.

Taylor groaned as every inch of his hyper sensitive cock was assailed with pleasurable sensations. As much as he wanted to distance himself from these creatures and even take a break from getting forced blowjobs for a while, he could not deny that these female creatures knew what they were doing, and knew just how to get him to release his payload that they craved from him.

Over the course of the time that he'd been there, the xenomorph females had grown very acquainted with his anatomy, and he had with theirs. Xenomorphs had no inhibitions or social hangups in regards to nudity, and as such, they had stripped Taylor of his uniform and all his underclothes. He'd been bound by resin within this chamber, hanging there like a wall decoration, completely nude, with his dick hanging out for all to see. He no longer cared anymore though; he'd long since given up on modesty, and frankly he was partially kind of glad to be rid of the clothes given how hot and humid it was in the cavern.

He'd been used by female drones and the occasional female warrior at least a dozen times since he'd been brought there. They seemed to like his tongue especially, and would often, without his permission, mount his face and smother his mouth with their soaking midnight black slits. The fact that he was standing upright did not seem to matter to them, given that they could scale walls. They'd climb atop him and simply ride his face until his human tongue brought them to orgasm, before climbing off and going about their natural duties for the hive. He'd fought them at first, but quickly saw the futility of doing so. Now, every time a tight xenomorph pussy was presented an inch away from his face, he would snake his tongue out and get to work, trying to make the sultry female creature cum as quickly as he could. Taylor had also grown accustomed to the taste of their juices, and had been forced to ingest a lot of them. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have any sort of negative side effect on him, and admittedly, it was not the most unpleasant thing he'd ever tasted.

The xenomorphs had not tried to fuck him again in the purest sense of the word, not since the female drones had first come upon him and restrained him here. But the drones especially had periodically sucked him off, apparently for the purpose of harvesting his semen and fluids for some purpose or another. Without his pants to hinder them, they would simply walk up, stroke him to erection, and suck him off until he came, before running off with his payload like a bee with precious pollen.

Currently, the female drone in front of him was noisily slurping on his cock, hissing and bobbing its tight inner mouth up and down its cock, squeezing and rippling deliciously over every inch of his meat. He could no longer distance himself from it, and finally let out a moan as he felt his cock throb as the xenomorph bobbed her head up and down on him. Even when he tried to picture that it was someone else, like a human woman, even Alicia, who was giving him a blowjob, he needed to only feel the tightness of the xenomorph's alien gullet to be reminded that it was definitely not a human that was doing this to him, and that even fantasizing otherwise was folly.

The human marine-turned-xenomorph captive sighed and let out a moan as he let the female creature finish with him, shivering each time her tight, wet mouth hit a particularly sensitive nerve. However, the drone stopped suddenly and Taylor quickly opened his eyes when a final, climactic screech was emitted from the Queen's chamber, and he suspected that the Queen had been brought to orgasm. After that, an uncomfortable silence settled over this particular chamber, and the drone, who paused only momentarily while sucking Taylor's human cock, returned to her task a moment later as if nothing had happened.

He shivered and his legs quivered as he felt a tingling in his balls and he knew that he would cum soon. The female xenomorph was just too good at what she was doing and his body, particularly his manhood, seemed even more sensitive in the presence of these creatures for some reason.

He struggled against his restraints and his cock jerked once, twice and then his cum exploded out of his cock, filling the xenomorph's mouth. She extended her smaller inner mouth back and she jerked off the base of his cock with her hands as he released more and more frothy cum into her gullet. He felt dizzy and on the verge of collapse by the time his cock stopped throbbing and jerking, and finally he stopped cumming. The drone, collecting his precious seed in her gullet without swallowing any of it, popped her mouth off of his cock like a cork from a bottle, careful not to injure his tool in the process. With that, she retracted her inner mouth back into her jaws and skittered off, dashing away into another chamber on all fours.

Taylor no longer knew what to think of this situation anymore, and simply shrugged it off, letting himself relax against his bondage. He looked down and saw his manhood, slimy with her copious, clear saliva. It still pulsed and throbbed slightly but it was slowly shrinking down to flaccidity once again.

When he looked up, he saw a large figure approaching from the opposite chamber. Perhaps the biggest and bulkiest of the xenomorphs that he'd seen, save the Queen, was striding out of the Queen's chamber. Given the sheer swagger and the commanding presence that the xenomorph seemed to carry, he determined that this was the xenomorph male that had just had the honor of breeding the Queen.

Besides the fact that this xenomorph male was larger than the average xenomorph, with the exception of the Praetorians that guarded the Queen, this xenomorph displayed drastic differences from the other xenomorphs that had been born of human hosts. Its skin was mottled, with olive coloring mixed with midnight black, and atop its domed head, strands of thick dreadlocks hung down. The only other creature that Taylor knew that bore similarity to this particular xenomorph abomination was the mysterious alien hunter that he had encountered the day before, just before he'd been reunited with Alicia after the rescue mission had fallen apart. After Taylor had seen this xenomorph for the first time, it did not take him long to theorize that this male was not spawned from a human host, but from one of those hunters who had been subdued and impregnated.

Taylor's blood chilled the moment he saw the Predalien stride into the chamber. He'd only caught a glimpse of this male once or twice before, but he knew that he was a nasty fucker. If this hive had an alpha male, this xenomorph hybrid was undoubtedly it. He had seen the Predalien get into a bloody fight with two of the Praetorians hours earlier, presumably over the right to a breeding session with the Queen. He bested both of the Praetorians, beating them into bloody messes until they finally gave up in submission and yielded to the Predalien. Most of the other xenomorphs in the hive seemed to cower or relent to the Predalien in submission most of the time, meaning that he could well be the highest ranking xeno in the hive with the exception of the Queen.

When the Predalien spotted Taylor in his place in captivity, he hissed and then let out a noise not unlike a guttural grunt, as if the human's mere presence in the hive was a travesty to the alpha male. It was a hostile noise, and the way the Predalien clenched its claws and stared across at the human, baring his mandibles as he did, immediately instilled dread in Taylor. The human, looking at the xenomorph hybrid's aggressive stance didn't notice until after a few moments that the Predalien's substantial manhood was still erect and unsheathed, throbbing and still glistening with fluids from his encounter with the Queen just moments before. The large, ridged erection looked like a weapon in itself, and only added to the aggressive alpha male persona of the creature. From the look of it, the Predalien wanted to either kill or fuck the next thing in sight. Taylor prayed that neither of those two things would be in his immediate future.

His saving grace came in the form of another alarming xenomorph shriek, this time from another side of the cavern toward the entrance. The Predalien took one last, seething look in Taylor's direction, before he hobbled off, running in the direction of the shriek to trace its source, leaving the human confined in place, waiting...

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Corporal Alicia Jackson felt stiff and sore all over, but she was alive for the time being. Though, as she squinted and looked up at her unfamiliar surroundings and the black walls dripping with moist resin, she began to wonder if her life expectancy was rapidly dwindling.

The Praetorian xenomorph's grip on her naked buttocks tightened for a moment, and Alicia wondered for just a second if the fucker was simply copping a feel, as he easily carried her deeper into the hive, having slung her over his bony shoulder like a hunter's trophy. Alicia, who was just coming to after having passed out from exhaustion for an unknown amount of time, squirmed in the Praetorian's grip when she felt the creature's hand brazenly caressing and squeezing as he hauled her through the caverns of the hive like a sack of potatoes. The three male xenomorph warriors who'd accompanied the Praetorian hissed, showing off rows of teeth and seemingly grinning or even giggling at the human female's discomfort. Alicia looked back at them and scowled, huffing indignantly after.

After the Praetorian and his cohorts were satisfied that they'd brought their human captive as far into their sprawling hive as they'd wanted to, they stopped in on one of the chambers. The Praetorian, still holding the mostly naked female over his shoulder, turned his domed head left and then right, assessing his surroundings and hissing as he did so. He seemed to make a decision at that point, and carried Alicia over to the far end of the room.

Her first reaction when she saw the room that they'd walked into was one of curiosity. She had hoped that this was the chamber that they'd be holding Taylor in, assuming they hadn't killed him yet. However, it took only a quick glance around the room to discover that Taylor was nowhere in sight, or anyone else for that matter, aside from the four xenomorphs who were with her. Then, when the Praetorian began carrying her over to the far wall, she paled, realizing that there were several Facehugger eggs deliberately placed at the corner of the room. She began to squirm and struggle again, anticipating a grizzle fate that would result in her chest cavity being ripped open, before she realized with a slight twinge of embarrassment, that the Facehugger eggs were empty, having already hatched whatever creepy crawly creatures had occupied them.

Instead, the Praetorian, with the assistance of two of the warriors, took Alicia and brought her to her feet nudged her forward against the wall, hissing. Alicia didn't know what they were doing with her in that moment, until she realized that they were confining her into a dug-out section of the chitin-resinous like substance that comprised the architecture of the hive.

Realizing that the xenomorphs intended to cocoon her like a piece of prey, she began to panic again. She knew that they were no doubt going to let a Facehugger plant a parasite inside of her sooner or later; that was always the reason why they restrained their human hosts, wasn't it? Even if the eggs near her were empty, it was only a matter of time before they brought another egg into the room to hatch.

As the two xenomorph warriors settled her into place, she quickly weighed her options. She had abandoned her rifle when the xenomorphs had first cornered her and the only other weapon she currently had was a knife, concealed away in her boot - her last article of clothing. That single weapon alone would do her no good - even if she could get a clean hit at one of her alien captor's necks, her hand would likely disintegrate from the acidic blood, or the other xenomorphs would simply kill her anyway. And either way, breaking free of her captors then and there was hopeless until she knew exactly where they were keeping Taylor.

As of yet, her only option was to the stay the course. So long as they had no immediate intention of killing her, she had a chance to survive and find Taylor still. And if she suspected that that was going to change, her last ditch effort would be to cut free of her bondage with the knife and make a run for it.

The xenomorphs had her in place and two drones had come skittering out of nowhere to assist the Praetorian with his new "prize." He hissed an order to them, and they bowed their domed heads in submission. They moved forward to begin binding Alicia in place. The human marine sighed, and readied herself, before...

A noise between a guttural grunt following by a loud screech echoed through the room, and both drones ceased binding Alicia in place with their sticky resin substance. All the xenomorphs, including the Praetorian, turned toward the corridor that led into this chamber, seeing a bulky, menacing xenomorph form loping toward them.

Alicia blinked, pondering at this particular xenomorph. The part of her mind that was not totally freaked out by the sheer bulk and malice of this xenomorph, began to wonder why he looked so different from the rest of his species. Like other xenos that she'd encountered, Alicia saw that he had a spiny tail, a domed head without eyes, and a black, leathery exterior. But he also had mandibles surrounding his inner mouth and jaws, and off-white, mottled skin across his well-defined torso, as well as dreadlocks atop its domed head. The image of the bulky, sentient alien hunter that she'd encountered killing xenomorphs earlier flashed into her mind, and Alicia suddenly realized that this creature was some kind of blending between that particular alien and the xenomorphs.

As the dreadlocked xenomorph approached the Praetorian and his cohorts, the drones and the warriors bowed their heads down and backed away. The Praetorian, however, remained defiant, hissing aggressively at the Predalien and standing firmly in front of the human captive protectively. Alicia was left unattended, but she found herself rooted in place, wondering what was about to transpire.

The Predalien stopped when he was only a few feet away from the other large xenomorph. He shook his head and grunted, issuing an obvious warning to the Praetorian. But still, the Praetorian planted his feet into the ground, raised up his tail like a weapon and hissed at his opponent. Seeing that the xenomorph wasn't going to back down despite the hybrid's threats, the Predalien let out a menacing grunt and, with surprising speed for such a bulky creature, charged forward.

The Praetorian was caught off guard, screeching as the Predalien took his feet out from under him and tackled him into the ground. He whipped his tail about and tried to slash it upward at his opponent, but the Predalien was already on him, slashing, lashing, clawing, punching and even headbutting the Praetorian. Though xenomorphs had been known to wield their entire bodies as weapons, the Predalien took this to an extreme as he beat the other xenomorph - one of the highest ranking males in the hive - into submission.

Alicia watched this spectacle unfold uncomfortably. It was violent, and entirely one-sided, as the Predalien landed blow after blow onto the Praetorian's head, mouth and chest. Amid the violence, she wondered what had prompted this sudden brawl. She saw how the Praetorian had shielded her like a possession. Were they fighting over her?

The Predalien gripped the Praetorian by the tail, yanked him up from the ground, and tossed him aside like he weighed nothing. The Praetorian screeched as he collided with the wall, slumping to the ground in a heap. Rising to his feet, the Praetorian clenched his claws and stared across at the Predalien, who hissed and grunted in all his malice, practically begging the Praetorian to challenge him again. They stared at each other with eyeless stares and a battle of wills for what seemed like hours.

Finally, the Praetorian hissed and slumped his head in submission. He turned, looking back over his shoulder at Alicia and the Predalien one more time, before he dashed off into one of the corridors, yielding his precious find to the apparently stronger male. After a moment, the male warriors that had accompanied the xenomorph followed along.

Alicia gulped in obvious fear as the Predalien turned to her, smiling with obvious glee as his small victory. She knew that she was now at his mercy, rather than the Praetorian, and any fear that she'd felt while being a captive of the latter was amplified now that she was a captive of the former.

She backed herself into the wall as the Predalien stepped toward her, and she didn't realize that the two female drones were still there and, bowing their heads in submission, sidestepped the Predalien and attempted to continue binding Alicia before the scuffle began. The Predalien hissed at them and snapped his jaws, shoving both of them aside before they could bind the human captive. He issued a clear command to them and they respectfully complied, leaving the chamber as the Predalien seemed to dismiss them for the time being.

Now alone with the Predalien, Alicia felt a shiver roll up her spine, wondering what this creature had in mind for her, assuming he was driven by anything other than instinct alone. His eyeless stare unnerved her, as he looked over every inch of her form, taking her in. She suddenly realized just how exposed she felt, being reminded of the fact that she was entirely naked, as if that hadn't been made obvious enough to her already. Ever since the Praetorian and his insatiable male companions had...finished with her, she'd been stripped of not only her pants, but her panties, tank top, and her bra.

For the first time since she'd been relieved of her clothes by the xenomorphs, she felt unnerved and embarrassed to be as naked as the day that she was born. She covered herself up, using one hand to cover her breasts and a hand to shield her navel.

The Predalien snorted and shook his head, seemingly displeased by her sudden need to block her natural female form from his gaze. He slowly approached her and reached his hands up, causing Alicia to flinch suddenly. But as he took her by the wrists, careful not to injure her with his claws, she realized that his grip was light and gentle, quite contrary to the bestiality that he'd just displayed when he bested the Praetorian. He insistently yet gently pulled her arms away from where she'd held them to shield her modesty.

She resisted as first, but taking another look at the mammoth xenomorph and remembering how strong he was and that he could snap her like a twig if he wanted to, she finally relented, somewhat surprised by her own willingness to cooperate. She let her hands fall to their sides, revealing the firm, tanned swells of her breasts to the amorous beast. Alicia realized in that moment, with a twinge of shame, that her nipples were hard, not from arousal but from the sheer fear that she felt.

The Predalien hissed in a manner that expressed his pleasure and satisfaction. He gave a big toothy grin at her, baring his mandibles when he turned his gaze from her hardening nipples and down to her toned abs and then to her pelvis and the little strip of blond pubic hair leading to her pink pussy. The xenomorph found this female alien to be a good find, strong and with a firm body that would be perfect for breeding. He could smell the scent of the other xenomorphs all over her, and that was displeasing to the Predalien, to know that other males of that hive had claimed her before he could, but he would correct that.

Alicia meanwhile was seriously considering making a run for it as fast as possible, seeing that the Predalien was standing there like a statue, cocking its dreadlocked head at her and simply taking her in for many minutes. She figured that she might elude him for a while, given that he was large but probably not as fast as his smaller xenomorph counterparts. Perhaps she would get lucky and stumble right in on the room where Taylor was being held.

The human female took a deep breath and edged away from the corner that he'd backed her into, intent on inching her way toward an exit.

"So, listen," Alicia said, breaking the long silence. "You're a pretty tough dude, but I don't think you'd be interested in me at all. I'm not good enough for an alpha male beasty such as yourself, you know? So why don't I just squeeze on out of here, while you go find a female xeno-bitch or two to rut with, ok...woah!"

Alicia's jabbering was cut off, and so was her escape route, when she felt leathery black and mottled hands gently take her by the shoulders from behind. She froze, gulping, when she hear a sharp intake of breath following by a throaty grunt, as the Predalien pulled her naked back to him, leaving her pressed up against his hardened torso from behind. She felt every intake of breath and every deep hiss that the xenomorph emitted, being pressed so precariously close to the menacing creature.

Alicia's hopes of breaking out of that room and getting to Taylor was crushed, seeing that this large hybrid xenomorph had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. She was dismayed, hoping that Taylor was still living and that they had spared him for as long as the xenomorphs had spared her as well. She refused to believe that he had met a grisly end, despite the fact that she'd not found any trace of him since being brought into the hive yet.

She was shaken out of her contemplation by the Predalien doing something quite unexpected. Steadying her and taking a hold of her shoulder from behind, the creature reached down and ran a few long, dexterous fingers through her strands of blond hair, seemingly fascinated by this part of her anatomy. His fingers combed through her hair, delighting in the feel of it between his fingers as he hissed in amusement every time she flinched or shivered against his torso.

"You like my hair, huh?" she asked with a façade of confidence. "Had to cut it short when I joined the Marines, but it used to be a bit longer. Why I don't I give you a hair or two to remember me by, but just let me go-Oh!"

The Predalien's fingers took a hold of one of her erect nipples and gave a light pinch, causing Alicia to moan and jerk back against him. Her breasts and her nipples were still tender and sensitive from the treatment that the Praetorian and his ugly buddies had given her earlier. When the Predalien pinched one of her pink nipples a little jolt of pain registered in her nerves, but there was something else there too, something she was trying to deny...

"Hey, c- cut it out, you fucking animal, I-

The mammoth xenomorph male didn't seem to like when she protested. In mid protest, he grunted and then hissed, pushing two of his long fingers into the human female's mouth to silence her. She gave a muffled protest, but he continued to press her against him while he kept up his explorations on her body. He moved his hand to the other breast, circling the previously untouched nipple and tickling her areola, delighting in the shudder that ran through her body and the goosebumps that formed on her skin. Then, he gave the hardening pink nub equal treatment, pinching it firmly between his fingers but ensuring that his claws did not damage her in any way. She gave a squeal and bit down on his bony fingers by reflex, but her blunt fingers were not sharp enough to rupture them or do any damage.

After pinching both of her tender nipples, he moved one of his hands down and cupped her right breast, his long hand completely encompassing the orb. Instead of giving it the same rough treatment, however, he unexpectedly began to palm and caress her breast. With each stroke, he tickled her nipple - made even more sensitive by the recent pinching - and caused shudders of pleasure to wash over Alicia's body. The quick change from pain to pleasure, from pinching her nipples to gently caressing them, was having an effect on Alicia whether she wanted to feel this way or not.

The Predalien gave a docile hiss and, while palming and caressing one breast and then the other, began to gently thrust his two fingers in and out of the human female's mouth. She moaned around his thrusting fingers and spread her legs out wantonly out of instinct, feeling exquisite bursts of pleasure mixed with a little pain from the creature squeezing and pinching her nipples and firm breasts.

The xenomorph enjoyed toying with this female prey's body, especially the delightfully squeezable orbs on her chest. Xenomorph female bodies were enough to sate his pleasures, but this female had a soft body that he found especially delightful to squeeze and caress, a body that xenomorph females just did not possess.

He removed his hand from her breast and extracted her fingers from her mouth with a slurp. He expected the human to start shouting something in that tongue of hers, but she kept quiet for the time being, though her breathing had deepened and quickened significantly. He was pleased with this; he wanted to continue to indulge in her body for as long as he could without her protests.

Keeping her pressed to him with one hand, he slowly brought his fingers, slick with her saliva, down her tummy and to her navel. He stroked through her soft patch of blond fuzz just above her tight pussy before, slowly, those two fingers reached their desired destination. His two fingers gently plucked apart the lips of her labia, still sore and a little moist from her previous fucking at the hands of the Praetorian and the warriors.

Alicia sighed and her chest rose and fell in deep breaths as the Predalien stroked her pussy, soothing those previous aches and sores with his surprisingly delicate touch. How could such a menacing abomination such as this creature be so gentle with her body? She began to lose her sense of time and place, as well as her objective and reason for being in that xenomorph hive, as his fingers danced across her pussy, coaxing her to get wet.

"Ah...god!" Alicia moaned when the Predalien, suddenly, peeled back the lips of her labia with two of his fingers and, with one saliva-slicked finger, delved right into her vagina.

The Predalien's finger was long and thin, and was able to delve deep as it glided through her slick and tight passage. He hissed in delight as he felt her aroused pink walls caressing over his single digit. He relished the chance to feel those same silky walls squeezing and caressing his mating rod, which he planned to experience very soon. When his finger could delve no deeper, he found a pool of warm, sticky substance seeping out past her cervix. He collected a dollop of the essence of his finger before slickly pulling it out of her pussy with a slurp.

Alicia watched as the Predalien extracted his finger from her tunnel and raised it up to examine it. His finger was slick with her saliva, some of her juices, and a thick dollop of white xenomorph cum that had been deposited inside her earlier by his xenomorph rival. She blushed, remembering just how much warm, frothy cum the Praetorian had jettisoned into her womb. Even now she still felt an unexplainable warmth radiating from within her navel, knowing that her womb still contained a great deal of the frothy concoction and had yet to leak out. Given the sheer quantity that had been shot inside of her, she suspected that it would take a long time for it to fully leak out.

The Predalien raised the finger close to his face and he detected the ever-present scent of the Praetorian that he'd bested earlier on the tip of his finger. He gave a seething, menacing hiss, and flicked the dollop of the other xenomorph's cum off of his finger with disgust. This female creature should have been his to mate with first, and her womb should have been his to claim. Regardless, he would claim her, again and again, even if his Queen ordered that this female be used as a birther for progeny of the hive.

The Predalien hissed and Alicia froze up when she felt a hard, knobby object poking between her buttocks. He shifted his legs and Alicia looked down with wicked fascination as a very large cock - the object poking her - appeared from between her spread thighs. She took a moment to examine this monstrosity. Like the other xenomorph males, his cock was of a dark black color, but unlike the smoothness of their members, this penis was ridged across its length. It was even slightly larger than the Praetorian's cock and a bit thicker as well. It was the largest male member, human or alien, that she'd ever seen, and the thing scared her and enticed her equally.

From the thick head of his ridged cock, a steady flow of precum was dribbling out and onto the ground beneath them. The next step of the Predalien's plan to get this delectable female aroused and ready to receive him inside of her was for him to give her a taste. He reached down and squeezed a thick dollop of precum right from the end of his pulsing cock and collected it on his finger. And, before she could protest, he shoved the finger into her mouth as he'd done before, feeding her a sampling of his preseed.

She gave a muffled protest but she sucked the precum off of his finger in the process. She had no desire to taste the essence that he'd forcefed her, but she did so regardless, finding for the first time since she'd been made to perform oral on the other xenomorphs, that his taste was pleasing to her tastebuds, perhaps even more so. She realized with shame and guilt, that her tongue had sucked his finger clean of the essence of its own accord. Wait, when had she done that?! Since when did she have a desire to devour xenomorph cum like it was candy?!

The Predalien hissed and chortled, and Alicia realized angrily that he was almost giggling at her. "Fuck you, you ugly bastard," she snorted. "I don't want any of this; you are forcing this on me."

He didn't respond to her. He simply took her hand in his and brought it down to his cock, jutting up obscenely from between her thighs with her body pressed against him. Making her curl her fingers into a fist, the Predalien, along with Alicia's hand, began to stroke along his ridged cock, a pleasured rumble coming from his throat as they worked together to stroke him off.

Meanwhile, the xenomorph took the human's other hand in his and brought it to the mushroom head of his cock again and this time collected a frothy dollop of precum on _her_fingers, bringing them up to her lips thereafter. This time, he didn't need to force the slick fluid into her mouth; when he brought her fingers to her lips, her tongue snaked out and licked her own fingers clean, lapping them up.

Alicia's tastebuds were assailed by more of that pleasant taste, and she realized that her mind was becoming cloudy and foggy. She'd experienced this bizarre euphoria before, when she'd been "assaulted" by the Praetorian and his buddies, but this somehow felt more...potent. Aside from the physical pleasure, she knew that her mind would be broken down in other ways from being sexually exposed to these xenomorphs. Their thick, potent pheromones were already going to work on her mind, making her legs quiver, her pussy to moisten, her mind to become foggy, and her skin to feel warm. And on top of that, she wanted, no, needed to taste more of his rich essence.

The human marine chewed her lip and her hand pumped the xenomorph alpha male's shaft. She did not even realize that the Predalien had long since extracted his own hand from hers, and she was stroking and caressing his thick cock of her own accord now. In fact both his hands were now caressing her body while her hands caressed him; he stroked a hand lazily across her taut belly while his other hand was idly squeezing her nipples again. It was in that moment that a crushingly shameful realization overcame her: this was not rape, it was seduction, pure and simple.

The rational part of Alicia's mind realized that, there she was, giving a xenomorph a handjob while she collected precum from the tip of his cock, sucking it off her fingers, before going back for more. That part of her mind was still ashamed of herself, both because she was a proud soldier, and only hours ago had been killing these terrifying creatures left and right. What had she become that she was now sucking them off and fucking them to sate her pleasures?

And Taylor...Alicia didn't even want to think of Taylor in that moment. He would probably hate the whore that she'd become. He was probably somewhere in this hive, alone, terrified, about to be killed or impregnated by a Facehugger, while she was sating her own growing desires with this...creature. A part of her realized that she loved Taylor - she had since the first day that the big dope had stood guard outside the shower room at the barracks to stop other soldiers from trying to rape her. Hell, he'd sacrificed himself to get her out of this mess, and this is how she repaid him?

But another part of her mind realized that what she was doing now was just another part of plan toward rescuing Taylor. These creatures were perpetually horny, and they would take what they wanted from her, or kill her. This was about survival; if she couldn't keep herself alive, she couldn't save Taylor either. Her one and only chance, given the cards that she was dealt, was to stay the course, and give this creature everything and anything it wanted. She had to bide her time, and if that meant succumbing to her own pleasures in the process, then so be it.

The Predalien knew that this human's barriers were crumbling, thanks in large part to the aphrodisiac effects of consuming his potent, mind-numbing essence. She'd been slurping down his precum for the past few minutes, and he decided that if she relished his taste, she could collect right from the source.

Alicia yelped as the Predalien took her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. She was then gently yet forcefully pushed to her knees. She looked up and found herself face to face with this monolith of a cock. It pulsed in front of her face and drooled precum before her. Biting her lip, she took a hold of the immense length and stroked it again, feeling each of those ridges evenly spaced across the length of the male member, wondering how those would feel inside of her.

She looked up at the Predalien's eerie domed head while clasping his cock. He grinned fiendishly down at her and pushed his cock closer to her face, making it very clear to her that he wanted something. Alicia looked at the cock one last time and said something under her breath.

"Stay the course."

With that, she took a hold of the cock at its base, opened her mouth as wide as she could as sucked the head and another inch or so of the xenomorph cock into her mouth. With her inhibitions gone and her goals of survival clear, Alicia began to bob her head up and down, noisily slurping and sucking on the ridged, thick length of the alien cock with gusto. Her tongue lashed out at the underside of his cock, curled around the thick capped head, and caressed each inch as she took it deeper into her mouth and it tapped the back of her throat.

The Predalien hissed in pleasure and gently began to work his hips in time with her movements, enjoying the pleasure of the human female's sucking mouth immensely. He reached down and stroked through her hair as she sucked him off, bobbing her head slickly up and down his length and lubricated him.

Bursts of precum shot from the tip of his thick cock and flowed down her throat, into her stomach. She drank every squirt down as she sucked away, eager for more. Meanwhile, her aching pussy was desperate for relief, and so she reached two fingers down and began to stroke her pussy and her clit, feeling how soaking wet she'd become while sucking and blowing this creature.

In the middle of this tryst, two drones, both females, were scurrying down the adjacent corridor, carrying the naked form of another human between the two of them. The Predalien looked up at the two and hissed and sudden displeasure even despite Alicia's wonderfully skilled mouth going to work on him.

Alicia turned her gaze toward the side tunnel and her eyes widened. There, an unconscious male human appeared to be sleeping blissfully while two drones carried him off down a passageway. It was Taylor. He looked very much alive, though he was as naked as she was and looked to be in exhausted, even debilitated shape. With a sigh of relief, Alicia saw no sign of serious damage or a burst-open chest cavity. Yes, he was alive, for sure.

She gulped, and turned her gaze back to the Predalien, who seemed to be gauging her reaction. She reasoned that she could not act surprised or show and feeling of attachment to this other human. She had to keep attending to this creature's needs, but she was satisfied that she at least had a direction in mind for where the two drones had carried Taylor off to.

As the two drones disappeared from sight with their human cargo, Alicia continued to suck off the Predalien, closing her eyes and bobbing her head while humming serenely. He hissed in pleasure and saw with glee that the human female was simultaneously thrusting two fingers in and out of her sodden pussy. A glazy trickle of pussy juices were flowing from her pink slit, soaking the ground beneath her as she sucked him.

The Predalien could not stand the sight of this unique female creature anymore. He needed to have her, properly.

He took his cock and popped it from her mouth with a wet slurp, allowing Alicia to take in some much-needed breaths of air. But the xenomorph male could wait no longer. He took her by the armpits and brought her to her feet again, making Alicia aware of how much larger he was then her as she looked up at him, being dwarfed by his immense form.

The Predalien took her by the arm and he sat down, settling himself back down into the makeshift prison that the drones had prepared for Alicia. Sitting down into this alcove of the wall, his cock was throbbing in full hardness and erection and standing upright. Hissing, the dreadlocked alien hybrid pulled the human female to him and sat her atop him so that his large cock was sandwiched between her thighs and rubbing against the juicy cleft of her pink pussy.

By now, Alicia had become so affected by the xenomorph male's strong pheromones that her pussy was saturated with juices and her loins were burning, aching for relief. Even after having accepted the Praetorian's rather large length inside of her hours before, the thought of taking this alien cock inside of her pussy was daunting. But ultimately that fear was a passing trifle compared to her immediate, instinctual need to quench her burning lusts right then and there.

Almost as if reading her mind, the Predalien had begun to gently thrust his long hips, causing his lubricated shaft to slide up and down her aroused pussy lips. She moaned and gripped the resin-covered walls on either side of her as she felt the sensation of her sensitive pussy drooling honeyed glaze onto the alien male's thick cock each time he rubbed its length along her labia and the entrance to her tight pussy. The thick capped head of his cock rubbed her clit as it poked out from its hood, causing a shudder of exquisite pleasure to run through her body each time contact was made.

The xenomorph seemed content to sit there and grind their sex organs together like that for as long as it pleased him, hissing and letting out soft pleasured grunts as he did so. Alicia, on the other hand, was growing frustrated as the growing ache in her loins grew stronger as her boiling lust, brought on by exposure to this potent and powerful male creature, took control of her. Her pussy became so slick and wet and, combined with the flow of precum seeping from the slit of his member, the thick head of his cock caught itself at the entrance to her pussy on one of her frenzied grinds against his body. She froze up and bit her lip as her soaking pussylips spread themselves around the black head of his alien cock, kissing his member and taking it slowly into her depths almost of their own accord.

Alicia did not move, but her alien lover made the next move himself. The moist petals of her labia spread out and began to engulf the head of his immense shaft, trickling more of her juices down the length of his cock. With how wet she was, it was easy for him to gently take hold of her thighs and tug her slightly down toward him, causing her pussy to take in his head and a few more inches of his cock in one light thrust.

The Predalien hissed and bared his mandibles in pleasure as the human female took in several inches of his shaft. The human felt very pleasant on the inside, her tight walls continuously pulsing and squeezing around his cock in a pleasurable way. Meanwhile, for Alicia, the feeling of this alien's hard mass sliding into her, soothing her aroused walls with each of his ridges as he probed deeper and deeper into her was heavenly.

"Mmm...yes!" Alicia moaned amid her ragged breathing and the alien male's guttural grunting and hissing. She looked over her shoulder at him with a red face and smirked coyly. "Let's see how much of this bad boy we can fit in here," she said with a glazy-eyed expression.

The xenomorph hissed and complied, taking a hold of Alicia, spreading her legs apart and bending her knees upward slightly, giving her an ideal angle for deep penetration as she was suspended above his cock. The control was out of her hands again, but she preferred that, in a way; it made her feel less guilty about what she was doing for the sake of survival. He pulled her down toward him and she groaned as more than half of his thick shaft slide inside her tight tunnel with a wet squelch, getting soaked in her burning juices.

He sat there for a few moments, as she tried to relieve the tension in her loins and the feeling of being stretched again. Slowly he let inch after inch of the remainder of his cock be engulfed by her pussy, all the while he reached his fingers down and plucked at her clit with surprising delicacy, causing her to moan. Alicia wanted to hate these creatures; they'd killed many human colonists, they'd killed many of her comrades, had taken Taylor from her, and had used her like a sex toy to sate their pleasures for than once. But she found as the ridges of his cock brushed over every sensitive nerve within her vagina while he gently, almost lovingly, stroked her clit and palmed her breasts and nipples, it was becoming harder and harder to hate what was being done to her.

When she overcame her euphoria and regained her reasoning, she would be Corporal Alicia Jackson of the Colonial Marine Corps once again. And when she found Taylor and freed him from this hellhole, she intended to fuck his brains out and make up for a great deal of lost time. But for now, and only now, she was a woman who simply needed to be fucked.

A few inches of his ridged length remained outside her pussy as the head of his cock brushed her cervix. The Predalien bared his mandibles and hissed, awfully tempted to tug her down at full force and attempt to breach her womb, fitting his entire length inside of her. But he did not wish to needlessly damage this relatively fragile female, and he enjoyed it when she shuddered in pleasure from his delicate manipulations of her body, clenching and squeezing around his penis with her velvety walls.

Taking a relaxed hold of her thighs, he began to raise her up, sliding her up the length of his cock and leaving a slimy coating of her juices coating his cock. She felt empty, like something was missing, when all of his cock except for the head retreated from her needy loins. But she didn't have to wait long, as the Predalien pulled her back down by her thighs, the entrance to her tight pussy snapping shut behind the thick precum glazed head of his cock, before nearly the entire length of his cock was slickly forced into her with a wet pop.

The Predalien's cock tapped her cervix again, causing Alicia to yelp in slight discomfort, until she found that the feeling was dwarfed by the pleasure of her pussy being filled by his hard alien rod. With that, the xenomorph hissed and began to pump the athletic human's tight pink pussy up and down his cock, using her like a masturbation toy of sorts. His precum filling her channel and her abundant pussy juices allowed him to slide in and out with smooth, measured thrusts and little resistance, despite his size and her natural tightness.

He gave her back a semblance of control, and Alicia began to bounce up and down on his throbbing alien rod, aided by him lifting her up and down and thrusting up into her. They continued like that for some time, with Alicia moaning uncontrollably while sliding his cock in and out of her juicy pussy in reverse cowgirl position as he hissed, tweaking her ultra sensitive nipples while slipping ridge after ridge, inch after inch of his mammoth length in and out of her hot and wet sheath.

The Predalien suddenly stood up, carrying Alicia with him and setting her on her feet. Alicia groaned with frustration as her alien male partner withdrew his cock from her tight cunt with a slurp and a pop, releasing a trickle of liquidy precum and pussy juice from her swollen pink slit as he did so. He took her hands and had her brace up against the wall in front of her, spreading her legs apart and positioned her bent over with her toned ass raised up and her pussy spread and ready to receive him again.

His bony hands trailed up the female marine's legs before two of his fingers unceremoniously dove into her saturated pussy. His other hand reached down and stroked his cock until a thick, gleaming blob of precum crowned his cock. He hissed gleefully, wrapped his tail around her legs and position his weight partially over her bent form as he prepared to mount her like a proper female xenomorph.

With him bent over her in a xenomorph equivalent of doggystyle position, Alicia felt wisps of hot air being blown on the back of her head by the horny Predalien, and once again feeling the rumbling of his deep breathing from being pressed close to him intimately, though she couldn't see him behind her. Being forced not to look directly at him put a slight ebb of fear and uncertainty into her, as it had since he'd first started mating her, but it was also arousing in a way as well.

Alicia's fingers dug into the wall in front of her and she braced herself as she felt the thick alien cock pressed against her seething pussylips again. The Predalien let out a guttural trill and she felt every inch of his cock slide back inside her from behind. Her silky walls rhythmically squeezed and caressed his shift, and his thick ridges in turn soothed the craving and aches deep inside her as he began to pummel away into her. Soon, her moans echoed throughout the cavern in tandem to the guttural, animalistic noises that he made.

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Taylor didn't know why these aliens had decided to deprive him of his much-needed rest by pulling him out of his restraints and whisking him away into another room, but he was immediately concerned that they had. He was restrained yet again, and he could hear the Queen again mating with one of her males, but the sounds were much louder and clearer this time, indicating that they had moved him to a chamber much closer to the Queen's chamber for some purpose. Purpose the Queen wanted to listen or watch when he was finally killed, or perhaps the xenomorphs' goal was to simply confuse him by changing his captivity from room to room in order to confuse him and make it harder for him to find an escape route in the unlikely event that he managed to free himself from bondage.

The two drones who'd taken him away and restrained him in this new, unfamiliar chamber had disappeared into the Queen's chamber some time ago. But, two other warriors who had stood guard like loyal sentries now seemed to be taking interest in him for some reason. These two, also females, seemed to have little else to do, since there did not appear to be any immediate threat to the hive. They approached him from the left and right, hissing and cocking their heads at him in curiosity while they examined his body.

The two xenomorph females reached out and caressed his sweaty, glistening body, from his muscled arms, down to his torso, between his hard thighs and even to his feet. One of the two hissed gleefully and finally took hold of his flaccid cock, fondling it and urging it to become erect.

The idea of getting his cock up to pleasure another pair of xenomorph females was exhausting to him. He'd not eaten or drank anything aside from alien pussyjuices over the last twenty four hours, and that was beginning to take a toll on him along with sleep deprivation. Yet whenever these exotic creatures forced themselves on him, they always seemed to succeed in turning his cock into the equivalent of a steel rod and getting him aroused regardless.

They stroked his cock and fondled his balls until his cock had grown to an impressive length. But he pulled away defiantly, not wanting to be controlled and used again. He could barely move his arms and legs, but he angled his pelvis away from their greedy fingers as one of the females tried to take a hold of his cock. They snapped their jaws and hissed as him maliciously as he tried to deprive them of what they wanted.

"No, you know what, fuck you!" Taylor spat. "I'm not going to get fucked again by you...things. I need water, understand? If you're going to keep me here for god know's how long, I need to eat something, or at least drink something."

The two females turned their elongated domed heads to each other, shrugging.

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Eat," Taylor said, sounding out the word. "I need to eat something, ok?"

Both of females grinned gleefully through sharp teeth and actually nodded at him in response. Taylor sighed with relief, hoping that they would actually, somehow, oblige his request this time.

One of the females pounced atop him before the human even realized what was occurring. His tired eyes widened as the slender black leathery form of the alien crawled up his body, clutching his arms to leverage herself and swing up toward his face. She ran her fingers through his hair for a brief moment before she set herself into place on either side of the sticky wall, presenting a tight, black set of pussylips oozing a steady trickle of sweet juices. She presented her pussy to his mouth and already the pheromone-induced haze set in once again. His cock instantly felt a thousand times harder, if that was possible.

"I didn't fucking mean eat this!" Taylor argued as she lowered her pussy to his mouth. Though, thinking back on it, he'd probably consumed enough of these females' love juices over the past twelve hours to fill a large container. Somehow, they seemed to be enough to sustain him and keep him going for now, even if he wanted nothing more than to chow down on a steak and a beer right about then. This would have to suffice for now.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Taylor snaked his tongue out and took one long lick of the midnight black alien pussy presented to him. He collected what secretions he could on his tongue and drank them down, finding the fogginess and the haze setting in along with incredible arousal. He moaned, lapping at the warrior's labia as he also felt the other female dripping copious saliva onto his cock and stroking it, getting him ready to sate her needs.

After licking her and beginning to push his tongue past her lips and into her honey hole, he decided in the midst of his overwhelming arousal that he may have been too hasty when he rejected the chance to taste this again. He couldn't deny the heady taste of the flavor that graced his tastebuds, and found that he only wanted to lick her with more enthusiasm to pleasure her and conjure up more of those sweet juices for him to drink down.

The female xenomorph meanwhile began to let out shrill shrieks as she basked in the feeling of the human male eating her out with such enthusiasm. She began to hump his face and Taylor found his lips practically attached to her lower lips, his nose brushing her engorged clit while his tongue went to work inside of her, lapping at her walls just past the entrance to her love tunnel, collecting and drinking the juices there while pleasuring every sensitive nerve that she had there.

Down below, between Taylor's spread legs, the other female warrior decided that the human's cock was lubricated quite enough, and she had an itch in her loins that needed serious scratching. She hissed in anticipation and got down onto all fours, raising her long, spiky tail and backing herself up so that her tight, glazy cunt pressed up against the purple, pulsing mushroom head of the human's cock. She tapped her pussy back against it once, twice, allowing a dollop of his precum and a strand of her juices to connect and comingle, before she thrust backward at full force, engulfing his cock into her hot, constricting cavern.

Taylor's eyes rolled back into his head and his moan was muffled by sweet alien pussy as he felt tight, silken walls enveloping every sensitive inch of his cock. It was a snug fit, but she'd prepared him well with her warm saliva, and began to fuck back against him in doggystyle position, sliding her tight black cunt on and off of his cock slickly and quickly. Meanwhile, the other female was grinding her saturated pussy against his face, allowing his tongue to burrow deeper into her succulent snatch. He would withdraw every now and then to lick his clit, sealing it between her lips. She seemed to approve of that and made her pleasure known by hissing in pleasure and stroking his hair lovingly.

This continued for a half hour, maybe more; Taylor had a delicious alien pussy to drink from and pleasure with his vigorous tongue while a tight xenomorph pussy slid up and down his throbbing pole, squeezing and caressing his cock with velvety, tight walls. These females seemed enamored with him, he realized. Every time he brought the xenomorph straddling his face to a screeching, liquidy orgasm, she seemed appreciative, stroking his hair and cheeks and dancing her fingers down over his muscled chest. Based on his experiences here, he knew that there appeared to be more females than males in this xenomorph hive, and many of the males were busy attending to the Queen's insatiable needs, day in, day out. As such, the droves of lower ranking females had really taken a shine to him as a source of pleasure. He still had no doubt that they would still kill him eventually, but for now, he could not complain too much about his situation.

A few moments later, Taylor groaned as he felt the xeno pussy constrict tightly around his cock. She forced herself back against his pelvis with a high pitched shrieks and lathered his cock in her hot juices as she orgasmed. Taylor's balls jumped and he felt sparks in his loins as his hot cum fired up his cock and filled the xenomorph's pussy in ropes, splattering her inner walls and seeping into her womb. His orgasm was unnaturally long, and was made longer by the female keeping his cock trapped in his tight depths, trying to milk him for every drop into her inner sanctum. The other female began to cum yet again and he struggled to drink down all of the juices that exploded into his mouth while his orgasm finally abated.

The female pulled away from his legs and slipped off his cock with a pop. But, being the well-oiled machine that the xenomorph hive was, another drone seemingly skittered out of nowhere, ensuring that no resource went to waste. The drone knelt between the well-fucked female warrior's spread thighs and buried her elongated inner mouth into her snatch, collecting the thick, pearly load of human cum deposited there.

Taylor looked down with tired eyes as he drank the last of her juices and the xenomorph detangled herself from his head, idly rubbing her own wet pussylips with her fingers while she nodded and hissed in gratitude at him. He looked up with a momentary twinge of alarm when he saw two other drones carrying an unhatched Facehugger egg. This fear dissolved somewhat when he saw that they were not carrying the egg toward him, but toward the tunnel leading out of the chamber.

The human soldier's eyes began to close, and he hoped that he would be allowed to actually have some sleep this time. Though he'd, admittedly, enjoyed the immense pleasure that these females had forced on him, his last thought before he succumbed to his tiredness was that he was glad that Alicia was safe, and had probably found a colony transport by now and was on her way back home to the safety of Earth...

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes! Feels s- so fucking good!" Alicia cried out. The Predalien's tail beat steadily against the ground beneath him as he pumped his cock in and out of the addictively pleasurable human pussy in front of him. His hands had wrapped around her midsection and occasionally grabbed and squeezed her firm breasts as he kept her bent over, rutting into her like an animal as he shrieked and grunted to match her screams and moans of pleasure.

At the back of his mind, his Queen's commands tugged at him, but even he could not pull away to obey those commands until he had sated his own pleasures. He'd been fucking this exotic beauty for many long minutes now, and he was beginning to feel a churning in his balls. He enjoyed her cries of pleasure and the fact that she had given up all resistance to him. It increased his inhuman libido tenfold to know that this human female had accepted his power and prowess as the strongest male in this hive, climaxing on his immense cock repeatedly. He would soon reward her compliance by filling her womb with every drop that he had to give her.

Alicia felt another orgasm steadily approaching. Her mind had practically turned to mush from the previous times that she'd cum hard, squirting around the alien cock plundering her depths. She moaned every time she felt the head of his cock tapping her cervix. Deep inside of her, she still felt the warm cum of the Praetorian settled within her womb, though some of it had drained out periodically. But she knew that her current alien lover was preparing to orgasm and she was willing to bet her life that he was not going to pull out of her when he came. She wondered how long it would take for all of the xenomorph cum combined to drain from her well-fucked pussy when this was all over.

Her approaching orgasm (and his) was staved off momentarily when the Predalien took her by the hips, flipping her over. His cock was still firmly embedded in her tight pussy as he lifted her up and sat her down into the crevice of the wall that she was to be restrained in as a makeshift prison. She lied back and spread her legs, letting out a ragged sigh. By now, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, though his body seemed to gleam too. He settled down between her spread thighs and fully inserted his cock inside of her again with a grunt and a satisfied sigh from Alicia.

He took her arms and suddenly pulled them up, having her wrap her arms around his head as he gleamed and grinned down at her, their heads only inches away. Not needing further instruction, she wrapped her legs around his hardened torso, digging her boots into his bony buttocks, feeling his tail flex against her.

Being eager to cum and with the Queen's incessant commands clawing at his mind, the Predalien locked himself intimately with Alicia and began to thrust his cock in and out of her wet pussy at a frenzied pace. Her moans reached a crescendo as the Predalien fucked her with all the energy he had, battering her cervix and pulling his immense length out before sliding it back in again. Her sensitive inner walls gripped him tightly, caressing every ridge on his cock as it wetly slurped in and out of her pussy. With her locked beneath him, she could do nothing but take the barrage of pummeling thrusts that he made into her pussy, locking her hands and legs around his alien body and holding on for the ride. His pelvis mashed her sensitive clit over and over again, and the lost orgasm returned with a sudden vengeance.

After a long series of punishing thrusts, her tight cunt clenched down tightly on his alien rod as it slid in and out of her. Alicia's eyes rolled back into her cloudy head and she punctuated her intense orgasm with an "Oh yes!" shouted to the ceiling of the cavern. With one more short jab against her clit, she let loose with a loud moan and a long sigh afterward, her pussy milking his alien manhood and bathing it in more warm juices.

Her moans and orgasm were bringing him near the brink. He'd been biding him time, building up to the moment when he could inseminate this feisty human woman and negate the copious xenomorph sperm that was still inside her womb with that of his own, far more superior seed. The Predalien bared his mandibles and he took hold of Alicia's legs, bending them backward so that her boots were facing toward her head. This gave him maximum penetration and a chance to pump his essence as deep into her as he could.

His balls bumped against her ass and slurping and sucking noises filled the room with every deep pump into her soaking pussy. Though her orgasm was abating, her pussy still milked his cock for his seed which would not result in a natural conception, but would fill her inner being with a part of his essence nonetheless. He gave an ear-piercing shriek and thrust as deeply into her channel as he could.

Alicia felt his ridged alien cock jumping and pulsing like a lightning rod within her pussy. It seemed to expand and contract in time with her own pussy muscles squeezing his meat. With one final corkscrew thrust, the head of his cock pushed very gently and superficially against her cervix and to the entrance of her womb before frothy streams of his cum began to baste her uterus. The warm, filling feeling that she'd felt hours before with the Praetorian xenomorph and his cohorts returned with a vengeance, and an amazingly hot dose of liquidy warmth, like heated lotion, began to fill her loins. Ropes of his hot cum filled her womb as his cock throbbed within her, and her uterus was quickly filled by a mixed concoction of the Predalien's cum, along with the remnants of the Praetorian's which had been trapped in there for hours.

After many long minutes of feeling his thick cock pulsing and shooting jets of hot cum into her hot pussy, the ropes slowed to a trickle before stopping altogether. The Predalien let out ragged breaths as he rested his domed head against her shoulder tenderly while he fingers had reached down and rubbed her pussy lips of her labia, soothing the aches that they'd sustained from a furious fuck. His other hand reached out and massaged one tender breast after the other and Alicia couldn't help but reward his uncharacteristic intimacy by stroking her fingers lovingly over each of his dreadlocks. After bringing about a toe-curling orgasm like that, Alicia couldn't help but offer nonverbal praise to the hulking alien male.

The Queen's commands continued through the Predalien's mind, and this time he finally relented with a hiss to himself. He untangled from Alicia, rising to two feet. He grabbed his cock as its base and drew it out of her slick depths. Alicia sighed with pleasure and slight discomfort as her exhausted loins felt these sensations. Her lips kissed first the ridges and then finally the head of his thick alien member one last time before his cock sucked out of her with a pop, followed by a steady flow of milky seed that her womb could not contain.

Alicia sighed and stood up onto her feet, relaxing back into a semi-standing position, keeping her tired legs spread so that much, if not all, of the seed could drain out of her vagina thanks to gravity. She gave a lazy smile at the Predalien, who hissed and grinned at her cheekily.

With an alarmed expression, however, she realized that two newcoming xenomorphs had joined them. They were cradling a round, oval-shaped object between them, before they brushed past the Predalien and set it down right in front of Alicia. Her eyes widened and her heart began to pound with fear as she saw that a Facehugger egg was placed right in front of her.

"Oh god...oh fuck no, not now, not like this!" Alicia gasped. Her muscled were tired, but she jumped to her feet regardless of the fact that she defenseless and naked, and tried to make a run in any direction to get away from the parasite egg.

But it was too late. The two drones took her by both of her arms and tugged her back into place before she could get more than two feet away. She was dragged back into place into her makeshift prison and, secreting some kind of god-knows-what from their mouths, began to form a mold, using resin to seal her arms to the wall and bind her into place within this small outcropping of the hive. She struggled against them, but she was still weak from what she'd endured over the past hours, and these drones were intent on fulfilling their duties, so her resistance was ultimately futile.

When she found that her arms were tied and she could not move them, the drones took hold of her thighs, liberally spreading her legs so that she could sit down in comfortable position, before they began to bind her feet to the wall of the hive too. As they did this, Alicia's breath caught in her throat when she heard a light clicking emanating from within the soon-to-hatch Facehugger egg in front of her.

The Predalien looked on with disappointment as Alicia struggled against her bondage. His Queen had given him an order, and he had to obey it, but he did not want to have this human implanted with life-seed, even if it was for the good of the hive. She had been an exquisite mate fit for proper breeding and did not meekly bend over in submission to be mounted like the other females of the xenomorph hive, nor did she fight back and resist altogether like the females of his own host parent's species - the Yautja.

This human was fiery and fierce, for a human, and she was loyal, as her efforts to rescue the other human male captive could certainly attest to. She would no doubt spawn a strong xenomorph if implanted with an embryo. But what if she could spawn more than just one? What if, instead of being killed and discarded like the other humans they'd taken and impregnated, she was allowed to endure, to become a part of the hive, in a way, to be a breeder? As the Predalien looked down at her lower extremity, picturing the seed that he'd filled her womb with, something deep within the Predalien, within his DNA, passed along from his host parent, told him that this was possible.

The Predalien looked back and forth between the two drones, who stood guard until the Facehugger egg could hatch, and Alicia, who was still squirming, shouting, fighting against her bondage. He saw the Facehugger egg suddenly blossom open like a flower, hatching, and a moment later, eight long-spider like legs crept up from within the egg as the Facehugger searched for a way out.

The Predalien quickly grabbed both of the drones and forced them to face him. He issued a command to the both of them with a hiss, as Alicia watched with desperation.

Please god, let them decide to kill me instead. Make it quick. I'm sorry, Taylor. I hope you have a quicker end than me, a torrent of thoughts went through Alicia's head.

As she looked on, the two drones seemed hesitant to comply with the Predalien's orders, until he snarled at them, forcing them to obey him. They reluctantly approached Alicia and, creating a secondary mold formed from resin, the two drones blocked off access to her face, giving no viable way for the Facehugger to access her mouth.

The two drones stepped aside and, despite her resin "mask" Alicia gasped as she saw the Facehugger bound from the egg and leap at her with its snake-like tail unfurled and all of its eight creepy legs spread wide. She squealed when the Facehugger gripped her face, but because of the mold that the drones had built in front of it, it could not find a way to wrap its tail around her throat to restrict her airflow or get access to her mouth to begin to insert its probe. It struggled more and seemed to become desperate as its eight legs sought out a vantage point across her face.

The Predalien suddenly came to Alicia's rescue and, with a grunt, gripped the Facehugger by the tail and tugged it downward. It struggled against the xenomorph's grip, but its meager strength was dwarfed by the Predalien's. With the other hand, he gently spread Alicia's thighs further apart, watching with interest as her pink pussy blossomed open. Her slit was still leaking his seed out, but the flow had subsided now to a light trickle.

With her legs spread, the Predalien took two of the eight legs of the squirming Facehugger and fit the spider-like creature into place, nestled between her milky thighs. The Facehugger's probe was still extended out, squirming and searching for a welcoming orifice to insert itself into. Its tail, which normally would have wrapped around a host's neck to cut off its air supply and restrain it for implantation, improvised by snaking itself around Alicia's thigh. With some maneuvering, the Predalien braced the Facehuggers upper four legs above Alicia's pelvis and the lower four onto her legs and inner thighs. Finally, the Predalien spread apart Alicia's pink vaginal lips, opening her pussy. With a few short jabs, the Facehugger's probe twirled about and found her, snaking toward it and slicing between the lips of her labia with deadly accurate precision.

Alicia could not see all of this happening, but she felt the tail tangling around her inner thigh and all eight of its squirming digits hooking between her thighs. And though she'd only just been penetrated not long before, she felt with shock as the Facehugger's proboscis penetrated her pussy for the first time. It felt like a cock, but not quite; it was thinner than the Predalien's male member, but also appeared to extend out longer and it wriggled within her depths like some kind of live snake, seeming to borrow into her in a way.

But despite this shock, her fear had not abated. Though this parasite had attached itself to her lower hole, not her mouth, would she still die an agonizing death as a xenomorph newborn burst from her chest? Why had the Predalien protected her mouth from being implanted if the outcome was going to be the same? _Would_it even be the same outcome?

The Predalien came to her side and, with a tug, he yanked down the resin "barricade" that the drones had built to block access to her face. Alicia looked up at the hissing Predalien as it cocked its head at her.

"Am I going to die?" she asked the Predalien, suddenly yelping when the Facehugger's probe brushed a sensitive nerve within her pussy.

The Predalien shook his head 'no' in response. He reached down, causing her to flinch apprehensively. He did something surprising though; he brushed aside strands of her blond hair from in front of her face. Another long, bony hand placed itself above her breast, right on her heart. He matched the motion by pressing a hand to where his heart would be on his hardened chest.

Alicia looked at him curiously. It suddenly clicked for her that the Predalien did want to protect her from death, otherwise why would he be there? He'd sated his lusts within her already and should have no further need for her. Instead, he stayed by her side and was actually...comforting her? Alicia suddenly had renewed hope that maybe she would not die, somehow. She had nobody to turn to or rely on, so if this otherwise terrifying creature was offering her assistance, she had no choice but to trust him.

She nodded up at him and gave a weak smile. Her arms sagged and she began to relax, even as she felt a tickle in her loins and on her pelvis as the Facehugger shifted itself somewhat. The Predalien dismissed the two drones and sat itself down on his haunches several feet away from Alicia, its tail swaying behind him like a curious dog's would as he watched Alicia.

The human marine silently pondered this bizarre turn of events, and looked down at the creature fixed between her legs. The appearance of the Facehugger was...disconcerting to say the least. Aside from the natural fear of spiders that most humans seemed to share for some reason, Alicia was put off by the probe as well, wondering what exactly it was doing inside of her exactly.

She stayed still, taking deep, relaxed breaths for many long minutes, wondering if anything was happened because she didn't feel any different. However, she gasped, not in pain or discomfort, but from pleasure, as she felt an odd lightweight feeling coming from her loins. A slight sucking sensation could be felt inside of her tender vagina and she felt the proboscis of the Facehugger suddenly pulse within her. She felt fluid draining from her pussy, and she looked down and saw more of the Predalien's seed seeping out around where the probe was penetrated inside her vagina. The warmth and fullness could still be felt from within her womb, but the excess seed inside her vagina was seemingly being drained out of her pussy by some kind of change in airflow.

More minutes passed and Alicia felt two of the Facehugger's front fingers inch a bit higher. It braced itself onto her pelvis for deeper penetration with its probe, meanwhile its two front legs came precariously close to her clit. When one of those fingers finally brushed her clit, she shuddered, willing herself to calm down and not get too aroused by this predicament.

Deep inside her, the probe pushed deeper, exploring every crevice of this female creature's warm, welcoming loins. It rubbed along her vaginal walls, causing Alicia to shudder, and it explored deeper, looking for something in particular. When the moment came when the probe found her tightly-closed cervix, Alicia moaned and jerked her pelvis up against the creature wrapped around her pelvis.

It had been nearly an hour since the Facehugger had attached itself to her, and throughout most of that time, she hadn't felt much, but now the Facehugger seemed eager to explore every deep, intimate part of her. Though this probe was not as big as a penis, it could burrow and reach hidden points of pleasure and sensitivity that a penis simply could not reach. It wiggled around inside of her and extended out to brush her cervix, causing pleasant tingling sensations within her, and Alicia realized shamefully that she was getting wet again.

Then unexpectedly, the Facehugger's probe began to thrust in and out of her. She was still somewhat exhausted from her tryst with the Predalien earlier, so it took longer for the probe to get her juices flowing and give her real pleasure, but after twenty minutes of the probe's insistent wriggling and thrusting in and out of her pussy, she felt herself once again clenching down on it just as she had with the xenomorph's cock earlier. And on top of that, there was an unexplainable sensation of gentle compressing combined with oxygen and hormones of some kind being funneled into her. Whatever the Facehugger - or perhaps she should call it a "Hiphugger" at this point - was doing was causing her immense pleasure and felt serene and relaxing in many ways.

She felt another sensation as well, one that she wasn't anticipating. As her breathing became huskier and the pleasure in her loins very slowly began to build, Alicia felt the tail of the Hiphugger suddenly shift. It remained wrapped around her thigh to hold itself in place, but the tip of its tail found itself snaked up against the rosebud of her anus and it began, at an agonizing pace, to press against it, pressing it open and seeking entry. Alicia would have otherwise been alarmed by this, particularly without lubrication, but whatever hormones the Hiphugger was feeding into her reproductive system caused her to become relaxed. When the tip of the Hiphugger's tail finally penetrated her anus, she felt almost no pain, only another pleasant sensation to add to the rest that were slowly overtaking her body.

The Hiphugger's pace was initially slow, methodical, thrusting its probe gently in and out of her pussy while wriggling around, rubbing her moist walls. But as it funneled more oxygen as well as hormones into her loins and she became more relaxed and pleasured, it would pick up the pace, sliding quickly in and out of her and only slowing when Alicia grew close to what might be a climax. Its long fingers also began to tickle her loins, brushing over the pink petals of her moist pussy and rubbing her clit and her navel. Its tail was only gently, superficially tapping in and out of her anus.

She found that a Hiphugger, unlike a sentient male lover, would not tire so easily or "bust a nut" prematurely. One hour bled over into two and then three, and still the Hiphugger seemed to be patiently working, slipping in and out of her pussy up to her cervix, allowing very pleasurable sensations to pulse through the human's body as it fed her hormones of some kind, before it slowed to a crawl again before she could reach an orgasm, before the whole process yet again repeated itself.

The teasing would be the death of her; being brought close to orgasm by the thin yet flexible and long proboscis wriggling through her pussy was driving her crazy. And to make matters worse, she could still feel the warmth and the slight filling feeling that came with having the thick, copious semen of three xenomorphs still sloshing around her womb. Every time the probe compressed in on her cervix and tickled it, she felt more of the hot fluid leak out of her, giving her yet another tickling sensation to feel.

It was agonizing for Alicia, and she felt that she would lose her mind if this had to continue for hours longer than it already had.

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"The bigwigs over at Weyland-Yutani want us to find out what happened to these colonists of theirs. You are to make a clean sweep for any surviving colonists and find out if xenomorphs were involved. We're sending you data packets on what W-Y knows about these aliens, so read up. We'll reach the planet at 1700 hours."

Taylor looked over and saw Alicia sitting a few spots away from him as the marines were debriefed. He reached over and nudged her shoulder.

"Alicia?" he whispered.

She looked over at him and smirked. "What?"

"Will this alien have tentacles this time?"

Alicia rolled her eyes and batted his arm away. "I hope not. I'd prefer not to have to save you from getting raped by any."

Taylor smiled, and seeing that other marines in their unit were beginning to clear out, he shuffled closer to her.

"Hey, listen. I don't know what we'll be jumping into here. It's not every day that an entire colony just ups and disappears."

She looked at him, giving him a melting smile through her blond hair. "We'll be fine, Taylor. We're going to kick ass, squash some of these bugs, and make it back home. You just watch my ass, and I'll watch yours, and nothing will go wrong, ok?"

Taylor nodded obediently. A coy smile then appeared on his face again. "Literally watch?"

Alicia snorted and punched him in the arm.

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Taylor drifted in and out of consciousness. He just wanted these aliens to kill him already, but instead, they would wake him up, usually by yanking or sucking on his manhood to rouse him, before using him as tool to get off. Even now, after dozing off momentarily, he was being jostled around within the confines of his "cocoon" in a chamber not far from the xenomorph Queen. A large black mass was straddled over him, wrapped around his entire body, impaled on his erect cock.

The female xenomorph warrior riding his cock like a fire pole was hissing and clenching and unclenching her jaws with pleasure, sliding her wet, tight cunt up and down his cock, whether he was fully conscious or not. Some of the female xenomorphs had been surprisingly gentle with his body, careful not to injure him with their claws or rough up his body too much, but this particular xenomorph female was crazed and very horny, willing to take what she needed from his male form without any questions asked.

The warrior gripped the back of Taylor's black hair, clenching onto him tightly and wrapped her tail around his midsection as her incredibly tight pussy clamped down on his cock as she came yet again. Warm juices soaked his cock and splashed between their groins as she rode out her orgasm to the fullest. Her shriek of pleasure reverberated through the cavern, but Taylor was no longer frightened or put off by those shrill sounds anymore. In fact, despite the pleasant sensation of his manhood being, once again, milked and a female creature cumming atop him, Taylor felt himself drifting off again. His eyes closed lazily and his head slumped down and his limbs sagged against their bonds.

As the female warrior recovered from her orgasm and began to bounce herself up and down his pole again, Taylor, barely conscious, began to moan.

"Ohh, Alicia. God Alicia, you feel so g- good," he moaned deliriously, mistaking his current 'lover' for someone else.

The xenomorph's hips smacked against his over and over again. Taylor's balls began to churn and his cock throbbed. A dopey grin stretched across his face as he continued on with slurred speech.

"I hope the Lt. doesn't find out what we're doing in the barracks here. Oh god, you're s- s- so sexy."

In his haze, Taylor began to thrust his pelvis up in tandem with the xenomorph female. She didn't know why the previously passive human male was now getting into this bout of mating, but she enjoyed his sudden enthusiasm nonetheless.

"Oh Alicia, I'm going to cum. You're on the pill, right? We'd be in deep shit if you got pregnant in the Marine Corps. Oh godddd, here it comes!"

He pumped his hips up and let out a gasping groan as he squeezed a long stream of human cum into the alien pussy clenched around him snugly. He let out a long sigh and laid his tired head onto the xenomorph female's shoulder in front of him, even as she still used his semi-erect tool for her own pleasure, eventually coaxing it to hardness once again.

Taylor smiled in his sleep. "Oh Alicia, I know this is corny sh- shit, but I've wanted to tell you s-something for a long time. I love you, Corporal Jackson. Always been scared t- tell you that because you're such a badass and everything. But I needed to say it."

The female xenomorph dismounted the tired human male. Another pair of xenomorphs, both Praetorians, came in from the Queen's chamber. With a hissing command to a pair of nearby drones, Taylor was removed from his bindings. They propped the naked, sweaty human male up between the two of them and brought him forward, carrying him into the corridor leading toward the Queen's chamber.

Taylor's eyes fluttered open and closed and he mumbled, "Hope I can see you again one day so I can say it again."

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Another hour or so passed by, and Alicia's hair was a sweaty mess in front of her face. She gasped and huffed as she was once again brought to the edge of a powerful orgasm, but just like all the other times before, it was quickly taken away when the Hiphugger ceased all movements and kept its probe suddenly still and motionless inside her depths.

Only minutes later, however, Alicia felt the sensations return. The proboscis of the hiphugger latched to her pussy began to thrust and slide in and out of her pussy, stimulating her walls with exquisite precision. Meanwhile, its tail stroked up and down her thigh and the tip of it began to very carefully penetrate in and out of her tight asshole.

However, this time, when the probe found her cervix, Alicia's eyes widened like saucers when she felt for the first time that the probe twisted into her cervix. The hormones that had been pumped into her for the last several hours had been subtly dilating her cervix, widening it enough for penetration, just the hormones would have normally been used to funnel oxygen into her lungs if she was being facehugged the normal way.

She felt a jolt deep within her loins the moment her womb was penetrated, but then her pleasure began to mount and then climb, only this time, it did not abate when it reached a certain point. It continued to grow, as the Hiphugger's probe wormed its way deeper into her womb, snaking around the deluge of xenomorph cum that had settled within her baby chamber. Her slick pussy became slicker with her juices and her walls began to contract around the thrusting, pumping probe.

She suddenly felt a pair of fingers pluck at the spot just above her spread vaginal lips, where the Hiphugger was situated. She looked up and saw the Predalien, who'd been vigilantly standing guard and watching for her entire breeding session, suddenly using his fingers to stroke her clit, looking down at her with something that she would call affection (maybe she was going crazy?). As her clit was stimulated, her anus penetrated, and her pussy and cervix gently and pleasantly fucked, she felt a monumental orgasm brewing. She'd been brought to the brink and deprived of relief over and over again over the past several hours, so she knew that it was going to be a big one.

Suddenly, Alicia looked down, gasping and moaning, and saw a pear-sized mass working its way up the probe inch by inch. She knew that this was something that she should have been anticipating, but she had actually forgotten about the embryo itself because of the constant stimulation over the past several hours.

When the embryo reached the entrance to her pussy, she groaned, biting her lip and expecting excruciating pain. Instead, thanks to the steady flow of hormones and physical stimulation, the small lump popped past the lips of her labia and began to progress through the proboscis. Every nerve in the walls of her pussy felt the embryo as it traveled down the stem and to her womb. And still, the probe was still gently thrusting, dilating her cervix more and more, and providing pleasure to her nether regions. Her pleasure intensified, and she felt her orgasm nearing as her legs began to shake and juices matted down her pubic hair and flowed from her pussy.

The Predalien pinched her clit between two of his bony fingers just as the embryo pressed against her spread cervix. Alicia's eyes rolled back into her head and her tight walls squeezed the life out of the Hiphugger's long probe.

"Oh god, oh fuck, yes...YESSSSS!" Alicia screamed so loudly that probably every xenomorph in the hive could hear her.

She squirted from her pussy, probably soaking the Hiphugger and drowning the creature in juices. And the Hiphugger, feeling the female's tunnel clenching in on its probe, took the precise moment at the apex of Alicia's explosive orgasm to pop the embryo past her cervix and into her womb. Hours of hormone secretion and dilating of her cervical barrier had prepared her for this, and the embryo passed her spread cervix with almost no resistance. The egg was expelled from the mouth of the Hiphugger's proboscis to sit comfortably in Alicia's uterus.

Alicia was still panting heavily, moaning and shuddering from having such a long-overdue orgasm. When her senses came back to her though, she felt the solid mass of the embryo within her belly, realizing that it had been deposited there within her womb with little to no pain, though she now felt the odd sensation of carrying this burden, along with the potent swirl of xenomorph sperm still in her womb. The Hiphugger's probe had popped from her cervix and was withdrawing from her tired depths. It withdrew from her pussy completely at the same time that the tip of its tail popped from her anus. After the tail untangled from around her thigh, the Hiphugger slid from her pelvis, sliding to the ground.

Alicia had never felt so tired or uncertain in her life. What had she become over the past few hours? She'd had some of the strongest orgasms in her life, and they had been brought on by these alien creatures - monsters which had killed innocent humans. Would any woman have done the same in her situation, or was she just the lowest form of depraved human for succumbing to baser instincts? She'd wanted to find Taylor, and eventually make love to him; he was the only man in her life who'd ever come close to deserving that from her. But would he even want her now, if he'd known what she'd done to survive?

She looked down and saw that the Predalien was stroking his fingers lovingly over her belly as if reaching out to the embryo that lay within her womb. The fact that she had an alien progeny inside of her that she would give birth to in a matter of hours made her both sick and excited at the same time.

To assuage her fears, the Predalien reached a hand down, brushed away strands of her blond hair and patted her on the head, like a mother would to a naïve child. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Alicia took this as a sign that she would not die, and that the alien that she'd been bred with and would be forced to birth would not tear open her chest on the way out.

Alicia's eyes began to close as she decided to take a much-needed nap, knowing that there was still a distinct possibility that this would be her last nap. She felt a warm, not unpleasant sensation within her loins, and knew that she would have to be ready for her birth, regardless of its outcome.

Her eyes fluttered closed and sleep began to overtake her as her bleak surroundings began to fade away for a short while. She had one last thought before sleep claimed her:

"Nothing will go wrong Taylor. Nothing will go wrong."