Xenophilia – Eriana – Finale

Xenophilia — Eriana — Final

 

 

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This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.

 

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Eriana stirred. She felt movement within her, motions and feelings not within her mind, and not simply embracing pleasure. She did not know how much time had passed. She did not know what had changed in the time that had elapsed since she was cocooned and fed the Royal Jelly… but she was alive, even if all was dream. But now… she felt parts of her, more solidly than she did before. Twitches in her fingers and toes, fluttering of her eyelids, quivering of her lips, her lungs beginning to heave and her heart beginning to beat once more. Moreover, consciousness began to return, as though coming out of a trance-like slumber… but there was only one thing on her mind, one thought, like an instinct, that compelled her actions.

Break out.

And she did just that, starting to squirm in her cocoon, moving her limbs as control of her motor functions returned. And as they did, electric new feelings made themselves known to her, a twitching below her spine, something shuddering, a new appendage of hers. She began to growl, clawing her way out of the gooey mess of her cocoon’s interior. She wasn’t going to remain here… but it took effort. Fortunate for her… she felt give in her prison. She felt the hardened chitin on the exterior crack and begin to shift, sticking to the membranous sac that held the emerging scientist… she pushed a finger through the material, and then a hand, feeling cool, moist air on her palm.

It invigorated her, drove her new and commanding instinct to push her further. She growled again, and started to use both hands now, pushing herself free of the cocoon, breaking the exterior resin away with newfound strength, and then… and then she stood free, perched on the lowest edge of her broken cocoon, standing tall, taller than she had before. And there… she let out a luscious sigh, relieved and at ease. She felt… wonderful. So very wonderful.

Eriana… she remembered her name, and then why she had been in that cocoon. It all started to come back to her… and thus, prompted a close examination of her form… her new form. She looked at her hand, turning it over as she saw the chitinous back and fingers, paler than that of the Drones that had started her down this delightful path. Her palm was smooth, soft skin, though her arms remained mostly chitinous where it didn’t impede movement, save for the undersides of her upper arms that would’ve been pressed to her body should she kept her arms at her side, her armpit soft as ever, even though the sides of her torso were half soft skin, and half firm chitin where front met back.

She looked herself over further, seeing something similar with her legs, her thighs now more curvaceous than before, but only slightly; it did not detract from her lean, lanky yet athletic build, thin but strong. A chitinous appendage curled into view, tipped with a sharp, organic blade that was ready to impale or inject a victim without hesitation. She furrowed her brow, before figuring out how to control her new limb… it proved rather easy, Eriana soon having it twist and curl on itself, almost as dextrous as a tentacle. Another once over, and she realised she was naked… understandable; she had no clothes on when she entered the cocoon, and there was no part of her biology that provided modesty… ‘her’ kind did not need or want such.

She felt those tubular organs all xenomorphs had flex on her back; for some unknown reason, these aliens could flip the pipe-like protrusions that flanked their spine, just below their shoulders, down against their back. Perhaps it was to make sneaking into tight places easier… or perhaps it was to make it more comfortable to lie on one’s back. She would know soon enough, running her hands up her both silky smooth, and firmly rigid, exterior, soft flesh melding with hard chitin. She sighed out again, letting her sharp fingertips tease over her erect nipples, before her surroundings revealed themselves, and she saw the chamber she had been in before she was cocooned… and laid eyes on her Queenmother.

Her mouth opened with reverence, and with shaky legs — the scientist and former human not yet quite used to her new form — Eriana ambled her way over to the enormous xenomorph Queen. It was her… her who had transformed Eriana into this… most beautiful, perfect form. There was no way she could delay giving thanks to this wondrous, divine being. The Queen had noticed, and smiled lovingly, beckoning to the newly formed hybrid to come to her embrace. Eriana happily obliged, once more fluttering her eyelids… and realising she had eyes. All the other aliens did not have such organs, but she seemed to retain them… albeit, now she saw things more sharply, more clearly. Things seemed to catch her attention far quicker now, sometimes things seemed to slow down… her reflexes had improved substantially.

But it was not just her eyes that had changed, but her whole body, and all her senses; she heard so much more, and the smells… she could pick up the intoxicating aromas and pheromones of her new kin, able to understand what they mean… but with the lechery in this chamber, the heady cocktail made it hard for even her new form to concentrate on what was happening. But still, she made her way to the Queen, the great xenomorph beckoning the hybrid to her bosom… and Eriana complied, crawling up the Queen’s body until she was resting against the Queenmother’s bosom.

She felt… warm. It wasn’t a true warmth, but the Queen did not feel as cold to the couch as before. But Eriana knew it wasn’t quite the truth… it was how she interpreted the intimacy with this divine creature… just another thing that made her transformation all the sweeter.

“M-My Queen…” Eriana uttered softly. The Queen growled happily, one of her four arms reaching up to caress the side of Eriana’s head, sweeping her chitinous hand along Eriana’s now elongated skull.

She pushed her face into the Queen’s hand and murmured out in delight.

“This… this is so amazing,” she said. For all her intellect, for all her years as a top Weyland-Yutani scientist… she had no eloquent words for what she was feeling, no way to suppress the girlish, almost naïve way she was behaving right now… it was only right, for expressing her love to her Queenmother.

The great alien smiled, and pulled Eriana close for a soft kiss on the lips, smiling and letting her tongue push its way into the Hybrid’s mouth. Eriana simply melted into the kiss and did the same, her own salaciously long tongue coiling around the Queen’s thick muscle, before the kiss was broken, the Queen licking her lips and then Eriana’s… before she began to sense a series of pheromones emanating from the Queen, along with a series of growls and other guttural sounds… and with her newfound form, Eriana understood it all.

“Yes… yes, I do not regret this… I… am feeling better as the seconds pass, as I discover more about myself… I do not want to take this back,” she said, starting to feel teary; the first thing this wondrous Creature did was ask if the choice was worth it, if she was happy with herself. Such compassion made Eriana feel that much warmer… but she felt no regret.

She had not lost anything in the process, at least none of the most important things; her mind may have changed slightly, but what was there before had not been lost, and for that, she was happy. She nuzzled into the Queen’s bosom, before another series of guttural sounds and pheromones posited another question to the ‘New’ Eriana.

“Yes… yes, I will go back… and return here… why should I not spread this everywhere~?” she purred, the question being if she would return to the colony… she would indeed, she couldn’t keep this to herself. Indeed, she could not transform people, but she felt the urges, and she knew… that more than a few of the humans would be rather… taken, with the new Eriana.

She smirked, and licked her lips at the possibilities; she knew she had the same abilities as her kin, the same abilities as the Drones that had swarmed the Colony… and opened it to an entirely new world. But now, she was one of them… and she had an itch, she had to scratch, a hunger and thirst to sate. The Queen communicated again, and Eriana sighed out.

“Yes… it’s so… strong… I need to find someone… anyone…” she said, starting to pant; the mere thought of what she could do had set off her urges… and now they were growing out of control. She had to sate them now, not later.

The Queen smirked lecherously… it seemed the alien had anticipated this, and gently grasped Eriana’s chin, so that it could twist her head around… and bring her gaze to a man that the Queen’s Praetorians had pinned down. He seemed frightened, yet aroused and confused… perhaps one of the last few colonists found in hiding, yet to be shown the truth of these creatures, their love… and their lust. Eriana licked her lips hungrily, as she realised the intent of the Queen’s offer.

“Thank you~” she said, giving the Queenmother one final kiss, before crawling down towards the man, who was, until spying her, squirming in a hopeless attempt to free himself… but he saw her, and paused, his eyes widening.

“D-Doctor Genos?” he commented, proving to Eriana that she was still recognisable… good, very good. “W-What happened to you?”

She only sighed out lustfully, crawling closer to his naked form, his member standing erect, impossible for it not to with the constant debauchery occurring around him… and now, he would join in on it, feeling Eriana’s fingers play up his thigh, as she positioned herself over his cock. He began to squirm, blinking and looking nervously at her, trying to squirm free. She only chuckled deviously, using her tail to bind his wrists together, the Praetorians letting him go now that she was in control.

“W-What are you doing?!” he exclaimed. Again, he did not receive an answer from her, the hybrid too intoxicated on his fear and arousal to want to ruin it right now. She only chuckled dangerously, and let one hand grasp his cock, gently stroking it from the base to the halfway point, whilst leaning in close to run her tongue from that point to the tip, slowly and firmly. He moaned involuntarily, letting out a gasp when she licked the tip again. She looked down, the twitching of his balls catching her attention. She smirked at the man, and knew she had to toy with him a little bit more, dropping her head down until her lips could clasp around his testicles, Eriana starting to slurp and suckle on the orbs.

More moans left his lips, and he began to buck involuntarily. He had lasted this long, perhaps hiding somewhere… whilst his compatriots returned to the colony with new lovers, new partners and a newfound outlook on their own life… he had missed out on that. Now Eriana would ‘educate’ him… and perhaps the one other she could think of that had escaped notice… someone deserving of some little ‘revenge’ too… but for now, she focused on this man, suckling on his balls, tongue waggling to his orbs, wrapping them up in her incredibly dextrous tongue… even letting her inner mouth, yet another new organ she now possessed, grasp one of his jewels, and suckle firmly, the tongue squeezing out between the orb and the jaws of the inner mouth, all so she could wrap the other testicle up in her tentacular tongue… and even squeeze the root of his cock, slithering her muscle past her lips.

It made him shudder and buck, his mouth agape as he panted, completely bewildered by both Eriana’s new form and why she would do this.

“Oh fuck… you got to… stop this…” he said, before throwing his head back when Eriana squeezed tightly to run her hand firmly up his manhood to his tip, rubbing his glans with her thumb, smearing precum all over his skin.

She released his balls not long after, knowing that he wouldn’t last too much longer from that teasing… he was pent up, sensitive, fearful… it would take very little to make him spurt into the air… but she didn’t want it going to waste, not for her first time as one of ‘them’. She slipped her lips and tongue teasingly up his shaft, letting her nose brush against the cord of his cock until she was at his tip… and she wasted no time in lapping and licking it, swirling his glans with her tongue, teasing the underside with the tip of her muscle, curling it upwards to reach the sensitive underside of his corona, waggling it back and forth and even against the frenulum, causing him to moan constantly, before she returned to swirling and circling the tip of her tongue to his glans, gently lapping up what precum beaded from his tip. He was groaning in pleasure now, trying to break free of her grip.

But it was a futile effort… she had her ‘prey’ in her grasp, and she was not going to let go until she’d finished ‘feeding’. She lapped at his tip a few more times, letting her tongue’s tip wiggle against his swollen, sensitive glans, before the woman decided to let her tongue coil around his shaft like a tentacle, from tip to root, even wrapping around his twitching balls and stroking them with a teasing touch. He gasped, throwing his head up and looking at the display with wide eyes. She only shot him a devious look, before squeezing her tongue tightly around his manhood, and beginning to stroke him up and down slowly, whilst simultaneously twisting her tongue about.

Once more he threw his head back, the stimulation too intense for him to focus. And she only applied more, when she slipped her soft lips over his tip… and all the way down his manhood, slipping her oral folds over both the exposed skin of his cock, and her own slimy tongue that had the member, twitching like some frantic prey animal, caught in its embrace. She chuckled softly, enjoying the way he squirmed and moaned, his hips starting to buck involuntarily. He was at her mercy now, and she wasn’t going to relent, not any time soon.

She began to bob her head up and down, pulling her lips up from his root to his tip, all whilst stroking his length with her tongue, pumping the coiled length up and down, twisting it all about from side to side, the swirling sensation all that was needed to tip him over the edge. He did not last much longer after that, Eriana only able to get into a vigorous pace with her head-bobbing before he was spasming, bucking into her hellish mouth and releasing his seed. Immediately, she slammed her lips to his root, suckling firmly and continuing to stroke him with her tongue, milking him for every drop. His cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy were delicious to her ears.

“Stop, please, stop, it’s too much… oh fuck!”

Of course, he got some respite when his orgasm finally came to an end, leaving him a panting, sweaty mess… the aroma was musky, but intoxicating for Eriana. She now understood why the aliens got so much more aggressive the longer sex went on or the more of it that was happening around them… this cocktail of smells and pheromones was quite addictive and exciting. She slowly slid herself off his cock, looking at it with glee, licking her lips, her tongue now uncoiled, before she moved to straddle his hips, causing him to blink and then give Eriana a fearful expression.

“No, please… I can’t do this anymore, it’s too stimulating!” he admitted. But she didn’t listen; his cries for respite only seemed to spur her on, making her grind her hips against his crotch, his slick member rubbing to her stomach.

His attempts to escape had ceased, too drained from that one orgasm to stop her now, even as she lifted her hips up, to press her nether folds down on his glans, eager to see him squirm in ecstasy instead. It was as intense for her as it was for him… well, perhaps that was a lie, but she was hissing in pleasure, biting her lower lip and seething through her teeth in bliss. Her whole body was alight with pleasurable fire… and she’d barely done anything. That was another revelation to her, now understanding just how much pleasure the xenomorphs felt… and again, it was a self-sustaining ecstasy, one that drove her to more aggression, as she started to drop down on his cock, after giving it a few good gyrations, seeing him roll his head back repeatedly.

Eriana slowly swallowed the man’s cock, squeezing tightly around his shaft, feeling every bump, every vein, and every contour of his manhood. She never knew her pussy to be this sensitive… yet here it was, utterly sensitive and completely capable of motions that, until now, didn’t seem possible to her… perhaps to some with a talent for muscular control, but she was able to squeeze and ripple her flesh up and down his cock, particularly around the tip and even the root when she dropped down completely, resting upon his groin with a smile on her lips.

His face twisted in pleasure, breathing out loudly as he was overcome. Each little reaction he made only seemed to further excite her, made her want to see what other, more intense expressions she could get him to make… more and more, she was beginning to understand just why the aliens did what they did; perhaps it was not a human logic that dictated it, but from her hybrid point of view… Eriana knew exactly how delightful it was.

She began to rise and fall now, gyrating her hips from side to side, twisting his cock about as she slid up to his tip and then back down again, his shaft now incredibly slick thanks to her fluids, easily lubricating his flesh. More moans left his lips, as her hands moved to press against his chest, splayed across his subtle pecs. He wasn’t exactly muscular, but nor was he scrawny or fat. Just average… and that didn’t make a difference to her in the slightest. It just felt so nice to make him moan, to make him squirm and to make his face contort in bliss; the more she stimulated him, the better she felt herself.

She picked up the pace, her rump slapping against his crotch now, a resounding, echoing sound losing itself into the din of debauchery happening around them, but right now, it was just her, and her ‘prey’. His cock began to throb. He was close, so very close. And so was she… but once again, she knew how it worked with these xenomorphs. She could ‘control’ the way she felt pleasure, to an extent, how ‘weak’ or ‘resilient’ to it she was, without numbing it in the slightest… and of course, she was much better at holding out until the right moment… when this man would cum. The aliens seemed to revel in synchronous orgasms… it probably made everything so much more enjoyable, and Eriana was about to experience that very bliss, the man’s cock throbbing even more forcefully.

She dropped down, grasping his head in her lanky hands and forcing her lips to his own. She’d thoroughly cleaned her mouth before this, salivating profusely, so he was overwhelmed by the taste of her tongue as it slithered into his mouth and coiled around his own… especially when she delved it into his throat, tasting the slickness of his gullet. He gagged a little, his eyes rolling back as he was subjected to this disarming kiss… until, of course, he couldn’t hold back anymore against her aggressive humping, bucking upwards into her body and releasing a torrent of hot seed.

She too lost herself, his ejaculation sending her over the edge, growling loudly in ecstasy as she came, juices splashing against his crotch, her rippling, roiling walls milking his climax for every drop, until the two of them fell limp, Eriana laying atop of him. She slowly withdrew her tongue and gave him a parting kiss, panting softly, and normalising her breathing each passing second. Such was the impressive stamina of the xenomorphs. But the man, the human… he seemed exhausted.

She smiled, and pulled away from him, sitting up atop of his slimy, slick cock, causing him to groan from the shifting of her flesh against it. Eriana decided to let him go, for now… or at least turn him over to any of her new ‘sisters’, who would’ve more than happily taken things further. She slipped off his cock, and as expected, one of the Xenomorphs that had been watching swooped in and snatched him, causing him to whimper, no doubt fearing he was in for worse assault… but she understood these things. They were likely going to care for him now, gently tease him, nurture him… but she, she felt the Queen beckoning to her, scenting a series of pheromones that seemed directed at her.

Eriana made her way back over to the Queen, who clutched her cheeks in its great hands, smiling. Eriana could feel semen dripping from between her thighs… it filled her with warmth. But she wanted more… though this time, it seemed the Queen had one special idea in mind for the new hybrid. There was another series of pheromone signals, and a barrage of guttural chittering and growls.

Eriana listened, interpreting the Queen’s messages… and grew rather elated when she learned that, as a Hybrid, she could do the same as the Queen… using Royal Jelly to turn another into a hybrid such as herself… but there was a caveat. She listened, interpreting the Queen’s unusual — for humans, at least — method of communication… and was told that she could do this to just one other… and a female only. It did not work on men. She had to choose a female, and choose well… she was only going to be able to do this once.

Fortunately for her, Eriana knew just who that person was going to be, a sinister, devious smile spreading across her face… this would be more than the perfect vengeance indeed…

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Doctor Kanel watched from her seat with disbelief and shock at what she saw on the monitors; secreted away in the panic room of the lab’s emergency bunker, she was free to observe every single thing that occurred within the colony, able to access the surveillance network of the colony through a special connection that ensured no access could be made from the outside, preventing any sort of hacking… but she was alone in her bunker, and alone, she watched as humans and xenomorphs mingled together harmoniously.

She’d been down here for some time, the food and water purification system set up in the bunker drawing from underground rivers, extracting what potable water that could be drinkable from the toxic liquid, and rendering what fish was caught at least somewhat safe for consumption… all an automated process, ensuring anyone in the bunker could stay down there for an indefinite amount of time… though, Doctor Kanel could not even begin to think of what to do.

“What is happening?” she exclaimed. “These people… they… fools, these creatures are vicious… no controls, no way to know their end goals… dammit… if only Weyland-Yutani had provided me that extra funding and equipment, perhaps we could’ve isolated the gene-sequences… and made some controls… and now, now they’re just walking around, free to do as they please… I have to make contact with Weyland-Yutani… perhaps there’s something that could be salvaged from this mess… though I doubt anyone in the colony would appreciate any interference now… no matter…”

Kanel had been one of the head scientists at Victor’s Post, charged with investigating and researching ancient artefacts detected below the surface of this planet… and when evidence of Xenomorphs had been found, investigating that. The one specimen they had captured after Kanel had… allowed a small population to grow once she realised they had somehow grown on this world. She didn’t create the first, but she had certainly ‘sacrificed’ a few of the colonists as bait… and now everything had gone completely crazy.

These creatures were completely different from every other xenomorph ever encountered, in more ways than just physical… now she had to fix the mess… if only Genos hadn’t been so stubborn… she wouldn’t have had to leave her colleague behind. Well… even if she knew the codes, there was no way she could make it in with the doors sealed from the inside… and especially not since she was probably gone at this point.

So focused on the screens before her, she failed to notice the chitinous hands reaching around from behind her, creeping up her flanks, until it was too late, feeling the hands grasp her throat, and then her midsection, holding her tight against the back of the chair. She began to scream and squirm, until a decidedly human face crept up into the periphery of her vision, smirking and licking its lips.

“Rita… you really shouldn’t be working yourself up so much… it’s not like you left me for dead~” a now transformed Eriana purred with a seductive edge, chuckling deviously as she drank in her colleague’s fear. Rita’s eyes widened in shock, still struggling against the hands that held her tightly.

“E-Eriana?!” she muttered, trying to figure out how her colleague had managed to get in here… and why she seemed… different.

“Mmm, so we are still on a first name basis… that’s a relief, I was worried you saw me as nothing more than a name, just another pawn in your and WeyYu’s games… no matter, we have new time now… and I think we can rekindle this friendship of ours~”

“W-What? What are you talking about, what’s wrong with youuuaah…”

Rita’s exclamation turned into a whimpering sigh when she felt Eriana run her tongue up the woman’s cheek, slow, slick and firm, causing her to shiver as Eriana’s chitinous hands began to explore Rita’s body.

“I know the truth… I’ve been more than simply shown it… I’ve become it~” Eriana hissed seductively as she groped Rita’s body, the hand to her body slipping down to find the hem of her lab coat, and the shirt underneath… slipping her hand under the fabric so she could caress Rita’s smooth skin directly, causing the scientist to groan, continuously trying to struggle against Eriana’s grip. “You and WeyYu… you think you can find power and control in unlocking the secrets of the xenomorphs… but these ones… there is only a sense of… freedom, to be found… you want to rob them and this colony of this heaven~? Tsk tsk tsk, very rude of you~”

More and more, Rita was growing fearful of her colleague; she’d never spoken like this before, even if she had a rather… odd fascination with the xenomorphs themselves. Now, Rita was realising that Eriana wasn’t entirely human anymore, and that was proven when she saw Eriana pull herself a bit more into Rita’s view… her body had changed, a hybrid of soft flesh and hard chitin, golden eyes almost luminous in the dark, slitted pupils like a reptile’s… she was like a much more obvious mix of the two races, human and xenomorph, more so than the specimens that were now intermixing with the human population.

“Eriana… what happened to you!? What did they do to you?!” she exclaimed with shock.

The hybrid simply laughed, licking her lips.

“What happened to me~? My dear Rita… what happened to me, was an offer I could’ve refused… but there was no way I could do anything of the sort~ This… this is something so much better… what they have to offer… everyone in this colony now understands… except you… so allow me to show you the bliss, and the love, of these beings~”

Eriana chuckled seductively, and then moved to force her lips against Rita’s, causing the other scientist to widen her eyes and begin to scream in confusion into Eriana’s mouth, trying to push the other woman off of her, as the Hybrid moved to slip her fingers down Rita’s body, and into her pants, gently tracing circles against Rita’s vulva through her panties, whilst slipping the hand to her neck down to her breasts, groping and fondling the mounds softly.

Rita bucked and squirmed in the seat, but she was still being firmly held from behind and pulled into the seat, despite Eriana kissing her from the front… she tried to grasp Eriana’s body, but the hybrid had gained the strength of the xenomorphs… and did not budge, no matter how much Rita clawed at her arms and head. She felt Eriana’s tongue slither into her mouth, inhumanly long and dextrous. It felt like a tentacle slowly coiling around her own tongue, whilst inching closer and closer to her throat, dangerously slow… and like Eriana had done to that man, she began to push it down into Rita’s throat, undulating and sliding across the flesh of Rita’s gullet, causing her to gasp and gulp involuntarily.

The kiss, however, was short lived. Eriana didn’t want to go too hard, not just yet… she had a lot to pay back Rita for; had these creatures been the same Xenomorphs they had come to know… well, she would’ve been dead long before now. And Rita would be here, waiting out the storm… except now, Eriana was the storm… and it had come in full force. She chuckled dangerously, and slipped around behind Rita once more, before spinning the woman around in her chair until Rita was facing Eriana, her tail twitching about behind the hybrid’s body.

Rita looked around frantically, looking for a route to escape through… but Eriana wasn’t letting her go that easily, pouncing on the woman and causing the office chair to start tipping, the wheels flicking out from beneath them as the fell backwards… but there was no hard landing for either of them, Eriana catching her colleague and letting the chair skate away, Rita’s back pressed to the floor as the hybrid pinned her down.

She struggled beneath Eriana, gasping as the alien took a hold of her head, whilst pinning her ankles down with their feet. Eriana grinned at the scientist, licking her lips slowly and sloppily.

“Oh, how I have been waiting for this…” she purred… her sounds of delight joined by the devious, hungry growls of several other aliens, now crawling on the walls and surrounding the helpless Rita. Her breathing began to quicken, her chest heaving beneath Eriana’s breasts. Her eyes whipped between the numerous aliens frantically, fear welling up inside her.

“How did they get in here?! How did you?! This place was locked down!” she cried.

Eriana simply stroked one of Rita’s cheeks with the back of her hand affectionately, chuckling softly.

“Oh, my dear Rita… sure, you may have secured the Bunker from within, but I still know its workings… as a human, I wouldn’t have been able to crack the security in any short amount of time… but as a xenomorph… so many new possibilities were opened up to me… and I used both prowess and expertise to get in here, and bring some of my lovely sisters with me… oh, this will be so much fun~” she uttered, leaning in close to run her tongue slowly up Rita’s face, causing her to whimper.

Now, with a host of xenomorphs watching, Eriana really began to work on ‘breaking down’ Rita, grinding her body to the woman, who still hopelessly tried to pry the hybrid off of her, with no success. Eriana wasn’t wasting any more time with Rita’s clothes either, lifting up her body and reaching between herself and her ‘prey’, unbuttoning Rita’s lab coat, and pulling it off of her with the help of her tail, Rita fumbling and flailing uncontrollably.

“What’re you doing!?”

“Shhh… just relax, my dear… just relax… I won’t hurt you… I only aim to open your eyes to something marvelous~” Eriana purred, grasping Rita’s shirt and slowly peeling it up off of her, leaving her top in just a bra… and soon, that too was discarded, despite Rita’s attempts to stop her.

“Mmm, simple clothes… as expected of one as dedicated to science as you~” Eriana purred, chuckling as she gently kissed her ‘prey’, licking Rita’s lips before lifting herself up, grabbing at Rita’s wrists and pinning her arms down. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself now~”

Rita’s body arched and lifted off the ground, each attempt to escape proving fruitless for the scientist… and oh so incredibly arousing for the hybrid, Eriana’s slit already dripping her arousal onto the ground between Rita’s legs. It was like a cat with something it’d caught… the more Rita moved, the more Eriana wanted to indulge and pounce and ‘toy’ with her prey… and those fearful pheromones were intoxicating. But with her hands holding down Rita’s wrists, she had to use her tail to strip the rest of the human’s body. She did so carefully, using the flat edge of the blade on the tip to slip beneath the hem of Rita’s long pants, pulling them down off her legs slowly, before they were discarded, along with Rita’s shoes, the lab-rated footwear clunking away as they were thrown to a corner… leaving only her panties, Rita completely naked save for them.

Her breasts had splayed out to either side from the effects of gravity, but that didn’t stop Eriana from pressing her own to the woman’s mounds, grinding herself to the squirming scientist, and running her tongue up her face.

“S-Stop… Eriana, what’s wrong with you!? You can’t just let them manipulate you like this, you know how dangerous they are!” Rita shouted, but she was silenced by a quick peck to the lips.

“I know how dangerous the normal strain is… these ones… they are love, and lust incarnate. They love to hunt, to predate on their prey, but they have no heart for violence, or bloodshed… you will see that in time~” Eriana responded, before sealing her lips to Rita’s once more, plunging her tongue deep into the scientist’s mouth, though this time, she was being thoroughly more aggressive, and more willing to plunge her tongue into Rita’s throat, carefully avoiding setting off the woman’s gag reflex, whilst gently grinding her crotch to Rita’s, letting the woman feel her arousal through her panties. All the while, their ‘audience’ watched on with envy and desire, but they stayed out of the tryst; it was between Eriana, and Rita… and Eriana was certainly winning, Rita’s eyes rolling upwards into her skull as the deep kiss subjugated her as efficiently as any human.

At that point, Eriana let go of Rita’s one hand, prompting the woman to weakly beat at Eriana’s reinforced skull… it didn’t matter. All Eriana needed to do was reach down below and between their bodies… and begin pulling down Rita’s panties to expose her slit, Eriana’s fluids of arousal trickling down Rita’s nether folds. She squirmed beneath Eriana’s body, whimpering as the transformed scientist teased and molested her colleague’s body, grinding herself to Rita and feeling her every surface and contour.

Before long, Rita felt Eriana sliding down her body, traipsing her chitinous hands down the sides of the human’s body until they came to rest on her hips. This freed Rita’s arms and hands, but even then, there was very little she could do, not with her legs still pinned to the ground, and Eriana’s tail hovering about, ready to restrain the scientist at any moment. Nevertheless, she tried to strike Eriana on the skull, only to have her arms wrapped by the hybrid’s tail. Eriana peered up at her colleague, and smirked.

“That wasn’t very nice of you~” she purred, unfurling her impossibly long tongue and drawing it up against the groove between Rita’s nether folds. The scientist squeaked in response, shivering in involuntary stimulation. How could she fight against this? Eriana had what she wanted right where she wanted. She couldn’t break out of the alien-human hybrid’s grasp… and especially not when the former human began to lap at Rita’s vulva, slow and sensual, pressing her tongue firmly against the flesh hidden behind her nether folds and the neat bush of pubic hair that concealed Rita’s womanhood. Eriana shifted her hands, sliding them over Rita’s skin from her hips and bringing them to the scientist’s crotch, so that she could splay the human’s pubic hair apart and better reveal her vulva.

With better access to Rita’s pussy, the hybrid began to lap even more voraciously, curling her tongue up and down, whilst coiling her tail about Rita’s waist to hold her down, once again freeing her arms, but now, with the lecherous stimulation that she was experiencing, she couldn’t bring herself to fight against her colleague, groaning and whimpering as the slimy tongue sloppily lapped to her slit. Already, she was beginning to loose moisture from her sex, which Eriana found to be particularly delicious. She wanted more… and she wanted to see Rita squirm. So, she latched her mouth to Rita’s clitoris, and began to suckle hard, whilst swirling her tongue about the nub with a vigorous precision.

Rita cried out sharply, her head falling back to the ground and her torso arching, electric stimulation racing up her spine; there was no way she could resist this sort of ecstasy, not with how intensely Eriana was attacking her clit. She was so very sensitive, unused to sexual stimulation due to a life of aloofness and scientific pursuit… and perhaps a general sense of superiority over her fellow humans… now, she was completely helpless as her weakness wracked her form. She shifted and rolled from side to side, bucking her hips and curling her toes and fingers inwards, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut. A sharp yelp left her lips when Eriana gently pinched Rita’s clitoris between her teeth, softly rolling the nub about between her jaw and attacking the captive tip with her tongue. The scientist released high-pitched whines through her clenched teeth, her hands uselessly groping for purchase on Eriana’s skull, but unable to muster the strength to push her free, not with the hybrid’s tail coiled tightly around the female’s waist, holding her to Eriana’s hungry maw.

She earned some short respite, however, Eriana releasing her clit with a lewd pop, licking her lips and giving Rita a chance to recover, the woman panting vigorously, watching Eriana fearfully… but the rest was short, for Eriana quickly sealed her lips to Rita’s vulva, and began to suckle, drinking down her fluids and waggling her tongue up and down the female’s slit, before aiming her tongue at Rita’s entrance… and swiftly piercing the female’s pussy with the dextrous, tentacular muscle, causing Rita to scream as she was suddenly assaulted by a powerful spike of pleasure, her back arching and her hips bucking erratically. A sharp gasp followed as Eriana violated the scientist’s depths with her tongue, wiggling it about chaotically, whilst tracing her numerous folds and contours, all without breaking the intense suction she had prior imparted on the woman’s crotch.

The lecherous slurping was loud, audible to every being in the room, almost drowned out by Rita’s repeated, pleasured gasps, her body writhing on the ground, feeling Eriana’s tongue swirl and twist at her cervix, retreating and doubling back on itself, making the muscle feel even thicker than before as Eriana searched for Rita’s elusive ‘G-spot’. She searched tirelessly for that spot, that one trigger that would send Rita spiralling into a pit of irresistible ecstasy… but even then, it seemed the scientist was so vulnerable to stimulation, that orgasm was fast approaching, even if Eriana failed to find her ‘G-Spot’, or whatever node of nerves was most sensitive to the touch of a tentacular tongue.

But no matter; if she came whilst Eriana was searching for her trigger, then she succeeded all the same. More and more fluids seeped from Rita’s nether folds, before Eriana’s tongue tip grazed over a spot that caused Rita to jump and gasp sharply. She slowed for a moment, and returned to that spot. Rita shuddered and tensed up… and Eriana grinned against her colleague’s vulva. She had found what she was looking for, and without any further hesitance, she attacked the spot with all the erotic aggression she could muster.