Xenophilia – Finale – Marcus

Xenophilia — Marcus — 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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Marcus smiled as the alien set him down on the ground from the scaffolding above. He’d been helping out with some maintenance on coolant pipelines linked to the atmospheric processor, most of the colonists finding themselves either reappropriated for other tasks, or press-ganged into jobs they weren’t normally there for. As little damage as the aliens tried to leave behind when they first ‘invaded’, there were still numerous things that needed fixing, either due to a lack of attention with a colony still in the construction phase — and thus lacking more than a few automated systems, despite a plethora of androids on hand to provide help — or from damage dealt by colonists trying to hide or defend themselves from the xenomorphs that came for them. Xenomorphs… he had heard that word before, in rumours of a less than pleasant nature, and he’d learned that the aliens he’d come to know and love were nothing like the monsters those rumours spoke of. Further shown by how much the creatures they now shared a home with hated any mention of those other xenomorphs. They were content to pounce on people for sex over ripping them limb from limb. And Marcus was certainly content enough to enjoy being prey to their whims.

The alien dropped down to the ground next to him shortly after, stretching its arms and flexing its tail as it looked about, seemingly pleased with the repair job… though he wasn’t sure how it could make out the fix. They saw the world differently, and whilst they could make out shapes, illumination and ‘see’ things humans couldn’t, like ultraviolet or whatever, flat textures were next to impossible for them to determine, meaning they couldn’t easily read what was on a screen, and the fix to the pipe was near-flawless thanks to his tools. But, she knew it was fixed, and so she must have been happy to help. Marcus was glad she offered it; they were incredibly helpful, and from what he’d heard, most of the repair work around the colony was almost complete, meaning construction would soon be able to continue moving forward once again.

If such were true… well, he looked forward to seeing more people introduced to these things… though perhaps in a different manner than how they had ‘introduced’ themselves to those already living here.

“Well, that’s that business done,” he remarked, looking up to the taller alien, who regarded him with an inquisitive expression. As soulless as their upper face was, their mouths were quite reactive, their lips and cheeks functioning to express the majority of their emotions beyond the gestures of their limbs and body. Because of that, they were rather physical beyond their libido when it came to communicating their feelings… and it was often titillating to be on the receiving end of their ‘feelings’.

He smiled, and then stood on his toes to give himself some extra height, so that he could peck the alien on the lips, the xenomorph stooping down a little to meet his kiss. It was brief, as much as the alien would’ve tried to turn it into a full-blown make-out session, as they often were wont to do. They like to kiss when more erotic or sexual activities were out of the question, and even then, a kiss could lead to such things. It was the whole point, to perhaps ‘persuade’ their partner or render them helpless to lusty advances. Their kisses were disarmingly predatory, and he often felt like they were sucking the life out of him when they did. But this time, their lips pulled away, though the xenomorph pouted cutely.

“Now, now, we can’t do it here,” he remarked. The alien nodded, before looking around, and then leaning in close and grasping his wrist. With her other hand, she pointed downwards, and licked her lips knowingly. Marcus smiled, and nodded in return.

“Once I’m done with my other work, I’ll meet you down there~” he answered.

The alien beamed with lusty delight, before letting his wrist go, and giving his rump a nice squeeze before they parted ways, the alien skipping away with delight.

He hadn’t met her until a few hours earlier, and after today, the chances of meeting her again in a timely fashion were slim. They rarely settled for individuals, if at all, but they were still happy to be with anyone they crossed paths with, treating every one of their partners with romantic, loving lust and affection with equal measure. He smiled, and made his own way back to the main sections of the colony, where he would finish up the rest of his jobs, return to his quarters… and prepare for a wild time down in the Hive.

Ever since he was first captured, he’d been down there several more times, always basking in the predatory lust the aliens showered him with, worshipping the glorious creatures or giving them something to hunt… and perhaps, sometimes meeting his precious Queen, the one who had given him insight into what they were really like, revealing to him their intentions and convincing him of their goodness when he was entirely opposed to them, hostile and defiant… granted, back then, he thought he was going to be used as a hapless breeding slave and then discarded once he was of no further use… or far worse once the novelty of having a sex slave wore off on them.

Instead, only just yesterday, he was playing digital chess with one of his fellow colonists whilst an alien napped on the floor behind them like some giant cat. A giant, nude, sexy cat… they had odd behaviours, but when they weren’t trying to get into someone’s pants, they were rather content to simply be in the company of humans, and when they weren’t being quiet, they were learning, always learning. None of them could speak at all, but they understood the English Language just fine, and they were starting to learn how to understand others. But no matter how often one tried to get them to wear clothes, the only thing they ever seemed to be content with wearing was either skin tight, or underwear… any modest attire that wasn’t for hazard protection, they eschewed like they were allergic to it. And they only ever wore underwear to try out being ‘sexy and seductive’… they were rotten to the core, in a good sort of way.

He finished the rest of his tasks as quickly as he could, and hurried back home to prepare, donning light clothes that he wouldn’t need to wear any time soon. Once he was ready, he quickly made his way to one of the secret entrances to the Hive. And to his surprise, instead of waiting for him down there, the alien that had assisted him was waiting for him at the entrance, beckoning him into her arms so that she could help him down the shaft. He accepted graciously, not wishing to worry about getting down himself. It also meant he didn’t have to wait for any of them either, as his alien friend scooped him up into her arms, giving him a soft peck on the lips before she began the descent into the dark below.

Using one hand and her tail to slowly make her way down, the xenomorph proved to be as dextrous as ever, agile even with cargo in hand, and eventually, her feet set down on the floor, allowing her to let Marcus down beside her, a gangly hand going to his rear and groping it teasingly. She let out a bestial yet feminine giggle, and made her way to a tunnel, beckoning him to follow, and he did so without hesitation… the only time he hesitated down here now was if he wasn’t sure about his footing, or if he wanted to make a ‘hunt’ more enjoyable.

He followed his friend, who wrapped a tail around his wrist to help guide him in the darkness; between areas without lights or luminescent minerals, the resin that they covered the walls with and their own appearance, it was easy to lose them in the dark… they used it to great effectiveness in mock hunts, and he heard the marine squad garrisoned at the colony sometimes came down here for non-sexual purposes, to train and see if they could ‘survive’… from what he’d heard, they’d yet to succeed.

Soon, the tunnel brightened up as they passed some lamps left down here by humans, their batteries swapped out and recharged by the aliens, out of deference for humans… but he didn’t need lights to guide him, just the sweet creature leading him towards the heart of the Hive… they were getting close. He could tell from the sweet scent that filled the air, the moisture and temperature rise that went with it, and the sounds of distant moans and slaps and growls, signifying the constant eroticism that went down in this place.

Which he would soon take part in, as he was brought to a chamber, where several aliens and a few humans were already entwined in erotic communion. And it didn’t take long for Marcus’ partner to take the opportunity and grab him from behind, her hands immediately exploring his body. He sighed out as a bulge formed in his pants, her hand traipsing over the top of it, groping his erection through his clothes, whilst her lips gently sealed to his neck.

“A-ah…” he gasped, feeling helpless in the grip of this creature, watching her hand slip beneath his pants and wrap around his manhood directly.

She wasn’t going all out just yet, teasing him slowly with a direct touch, gently nibbling on his neck like she was a vampire about to bite down… and wrapping her tail around him possessively, whilst other xenomorphs ‘looked’ on with lustful intrigue, if they weren’t busy fucking each other. He spied a woman from the colony bent over a mound of hardened resin, her stomach bulging from a large number of eggs an alien had implanted in her, whilst it continued to gently thrust in and out of her with its thick member, gently fingering her anus with a thumb coated in resin to prevent the sharp tip from perforating her flesh. It was a delightful sight, but one that was blocked as the face of a second alien came into view, hanging down from the ceiling of the chamber by its tail.

Before he could react, her lips sealed to his own, and that sinuous tongue invaded his mouth and then his throat before he could even think. He went limp in their grasp, the disarming kiss robbing him of all willpower as he was gently stroked by the alien behind him, her other hand joining the one in his pants to fondle his testicles… at least, until another alien came along to do that job for her, brushing aside her hand and prompting it to move back up to his chest. He felt his pants being pulled down slowly by the creatures, his shirt soon following as they stripped him naked. He murmured into the mouth of the xenomorph kissing him, feeling a set of lips explore his buttocks whilst his cock was stroked in the open for all to see.

He felt the hand fondling his jewels leave his scrotum, only to feel the lips kissing his backside move to suckle on his testicles from between his legs. A gasp left his mouth, practically inhaled by the alien kissing them, the three lusty babes dominating him without even a hint of aggression. He squirmed involuntarily, several fingertips gently teasing one of his nipples, whilst from the corner of his eye, he spied an alien laying on her back, gently stroking her slit with a pair of fingers, sighing out luxuriously and enjoying the pleasant sensation of touching herself with a show to please whatever organs she used.

He groaned and pushed forward with his hips, his cock throbbing in the hand stroking it, precum already beginning to ooze from the tip… which was then lapped up by yet another xenomorph moving in to prey on him, her lips suckling on his tip, going no further than his corona, the rest of his shaft the domain of the hand that pumped it so nicely. He was being trapped more and more by the minute, more aliens ganging up on him. Marcus expected a response, but such a sudden assault from so many at once? This was a new experience to him, though one he was all too eager to see through to the end. He shifted about and watched whatever he could, the alien kissing him still blocking much of his view.

From the outside, it was almost akin to ants slowly devouring a dying creature, unable to fight back and making only pitiable movements as more and more joined in the feast… but it was an erotic display instead of the brutality of nature, as he felt more mouths join the fray, searching for sensitive spots to exploit, a pair of lips gently making their way up his torso… until he felt them wrap around one of his nipples, tongue waggling to the nub and making him wince. He was helpless against the onslaught he willingly walked into. He shifted about and flexed his fingers… until even they were ensnared, feeling a pair of lips wrap around several of his fingers, and a tongue weave between them, coiling and snaking around his digits like a tentacle.

Another gasp left his mouth as he felt his legs begin shaking. If he wasn’t being held up by the numerous xenomorphs, no doubt he’d buckle from the intensity of the stimulation, as all the aliens slowly brought him closer to climax. The hand stroking his cock began to pick up speed, and the alien suckling his glans bobbed her head back and forth along his tip, never going further than his corona, tongue swirling about his sensitive helm as her lips teased his skin. He felt a tongue wrap around the base of his testicles, squeezing them gently whilst they were trapped in a slimy mouth.

All over, he was being applied in the lecherous touches of numerous aliens, even from within, feeling his throat bulged out by a long, slippery tongue, swirling about his gullet and tasting him, the alien pouring her sweet saliva into his mouth whilst her hands rubbed the sides of his head. She moaned softly, gently broke the kiss for a brief moment, feeling her tongue withdraw from his throat and slide all the way back out of his mouth and into her own. She smiled at him, before suckling on his lower lip, all as the hand stroking his cock picked up the pace, threatening to send him over the edge. He tried to hold out, but they would have what they wanted soon enough.

He could feel the pressure rising in his loins, threatening to burst out of his body, explode all over the one suckling to his tip if she didn’t have her mouth over it when he did. Would the others be displeased if she got it all? Would they take turns extracting their share until he was all but exhausted, too drained to continue? Or would his orgasm be enough to satisfy them, even if they couldn’t get a taste of his semen themselves… he was confident in his stamina these days, able to go longer than he used to, a boon from the aliens, his body experiencing minor changes that had major effects in the right circumstances… which included so much more semen to give.

But even with his increased stamina, he couldn’t withstand this lecherous assault, and before long, he was moaning pitifully into the mouth of the alien hanging upside down before him, bucking his hips forward as ecstasy took its course, his cock convulsing with each load of seed he pumped into the mouth of the alien crouched before him, his balls throbbing in the maw of the one beneath him. As for the xenomorph behind him, she slowed her stroking but pumped him more forcefully than before, without sacrificing the smoothness of her strokes, milking his ejaculation for every drop he could provide. The alien drinking down his cum pulled back, all so he could blast her face with several ropes of his thick, hot cum, causing her to hiss in delight as he stained her countenance white.

But alas, it came to an end eventually, his cock sputtering out a few last ropes before his orgasm subsided, though his erection was as strong as ever. He panted in the open, the alien kissing him breaking away to give him a reprieve, before she brought herself down onto the ground.

“Nnf… fuck… you’re all… too much,” he remarked, watching as they all moved around to his front, his balls receiving a chill once the sloppy mouth that imprisoned them pulled away. Several tails wrapped around his body to give him support, for he surely would’ve collapsed once they all started lapping at his stained length, cleaning it of any residue and licking the face of their sibling who took the brunt of his ejaculation.

It was intense, especially with his post-orgasmic sensitivity, but he held out as they all licked him softly, their number meaning some had to use their long, tentacular tongues to gain access to any area of his cock. He shivered and groaned, but felt he couldn’t lose himself so soon… they were cleaning him up, after all. If they had normal eyes, no doubt they would’ve been looking into his own, full of lust and almost hypnotic seductiveness.

His hands found their way to two of their heads, gently stroking them with affection… before he spied a hulking figure moving his way, a long tongue slipping out from the creature’s lips, smirking as it approached. The xenomorphs around all turned to face the tall Praetorian, bowing reverently as it approached Marcus with a sultry sway to its hips, oozing seductiveness despite its muscular frame… it still possessed sensual curves, neither too lean nor too bulky. But it was bigger than its contemporaries, and to that end, the other aliens deferred to it as a greater entity.

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat as he saw the Praetorian approach, and felt his breath hitch in his throat when it crouched down before him; it was such a magnificent thing, and she was ‘eyeing’ him like a prized piece of meat it so desperately wished to devour. He wanted nothing else for this being to ‘dig in’ as it pleased. He’d developed a taste for domination, but these Praetorians were truly something else, and it inspired such powerful lust in him. But he held his position as the aliens that held him parted, leaving just him and the Praetorian in close proximity. He let out a shivering sigh as it let its long tongue drag across his face, the thick yet flexible muscle capable of so many things.

He wanted to take a step forward and embrace the being, but it was in charge here… though, if he did, it might ‘punish’ him, and that was a fun thought in of itself, one he was all too happy to test. But, it seemed the alien had other ideas, as it suddenly wrapped its arms around his body, and held him close in a tight hug, almost crushing the wind out of him. He gasped, and struggled for no particular reason… and soon found his erect cock sandwiched between his stomach, and the toned abdomen of the Praetorian before him. Another sigh left his lips, watching his partner’s face, now level with it, twist with devious expressions, her lips curling and her tongue wetting them as she let her hand drift low to grasp his rump, and slowly squeeze his glutes and taking control of his hips… so she could make him slowly rub his length against her abdominal muscles.

Yet another sigh was extracted from him, finding this unique sensation rather pleasant; the alien’s muscles formed grooves on its stomach, as with most beings, but they were surprisingly soft on the outermost surfaces, steely just beneath her skin, and with the residual slickness of his cock, he found himself gliding rather tantalisingly along one of the central grooves of her abdominals. She hissed in delight, her tongue unfurling and teasing at his neck, whilst his arms, still bound to his sides thanks to her tight embrace, writhed and squirmed. His body was more still, moving only from the contractions of pleasure that coursed up his spine. He flexed and twitched, beginning to sweat.

“A-Ah… that’s… fuck…” he muttered, too flustered and surprised to muster any coherent words. He’d never really had a ‘muscle’ job before, but if there was anything to pull it off so delightfully, it’d be a muscular xenomorph. It was the most delightful hug he’d received, and he received many delightful ‘hugs’ from these things. He squirmed a little for her, knowing how much they got excited when their ‘prey’ squirmed helplessly in their grasp. Even if they were being sweet, loving, and innocent, if one started mock struggling, it’d set something off inside them, and they’d let their inner animal out, always in heat. She growled lowly but playfully, once more drawing her tongue across his neck and tasting the sweet that was beading on his cheek, and all the way up to his brow.

Her hand tightened on his buttocks, and her tail loomed over her shoulder, the bladed tip turned away to be less threatening as it approached like a stealthy viper waiting for the right moment to strike… for the right moment to make the kill. It slowly draped around behind his body, coiling around them both and further tightening the grip she had over him. Still, he continued to struggle for her, enhancing the stimulation he felt, his writhing body making his cock rub more vigorously to her abdominals, whilst he further lubricated her stomach with his oozing precum. He could feel the pressure in his loins building up again already, Marcus surprised that she was bringing him to the edge so quickly after the first time, with such a different and objectively less stimulating technique.

Perhaps it was just the sense of entrapment from a single, dominating creature, and the sensitivity from his previous orgasm. He shifted about and tried to pull away. He knew it was useless, but he struggled more for her, further riling her up. Her grip tightened on his ass, and she began to knead it gently, whilst her tongue once more unfurled from her lips and began exploring his face, lapping up his sweat and threatening to plunge into his mouth. She pulled away from his lips a few times, perhaps teasing him… before she let her muscle invade his mouth and coil around his tongue before delving into his throat. He gagged and choked for a moment, eyes rolling into the back of his head as she took his mouth so effortlessly.

Soon after, her lips sealed to his own, gently suckling on his own in a luscious, wet kiss, prolonged and intense. She wormed her tongue about in his throat, causing him to squirm even more, simply from the intensity of the kiss. The Praetorian began to grind his cock even more vigorously against her abdominal muscles, whilst his tip twitched with desire, his balls throbbing and his hips bucking involuntarily. Soon, his orgasm would be upon him, the pressure in his loins building. Trapped in her embrace and forced to grind against her now slickened muscles, he was unable to hold out any longer, shuddering in bliss and releasing another torrent of his seed directly against her muscular stomach.

He shuddered in her domineering embrace, the alien slowing her kiss but increasing the force she applied. It made her growl softly, feeling each pulse of his cock deposit another thick load against her skin, the heat from his erection intense and the warmth from his cum radiating potently. He moaned stupidly, his eyes going half-lidded before the man simply went limp in the Praetorian’s embrace, panting softly as he spurt the final dregs of his ejaculation against his stomach.

She too slowed her own efforts, the kissing slowly coming to an end until she finally broke away, her thick tongue withdrawing from his mouth and flicking across her lips in satisfaction. She rubbed his groin and his still rigid member against the slick mess he’d made against her stomach, so slimy and warm. Marcus opened his eyes, and spied the smile she had, prompting him to smirk weakly.

“I… think you got me,” he remarked. It was an odd choice of words, but he didn’t care. He simply enjoyed the things the aliens did to him, enjoyed their intimacy and lecherous affections. She giggled teasingly, as if he’d made a terrible joke, before gently setting him down on the ground, admiring the sticky mess he’d made on her toned stomach. She dragged a finger up the milky white substance that clung to her skin, and brought the digits to her lips… she suckled upon them sensuously, slipping the fingers into her mouth and tightening her lips around them as she slowly withdrew her fingers from her hungry maw in an erotic display.

The Praetorian was imposing, but as seductive as any of the other creatures of the Hive. She then turned her focus back to Marcus, and with a devious grin, pinned him down by pressing her foot to his chest, so that she could beckon some of the other xenomorphs that were watching over to her. They approached gladly, the aliens licking their lips as the Praetorian opened her arms wide, and slowly drew them close with several of her lesser kin between them, bringing them to her stomach… they understood her request, and immediately started lapping at her muscles, kissing and licking and cleaning up the mess he had left behind. It made her shiver and he found the view incredibly erotic and all too enticing, panting out and feeling his member twitch with desire.

But all he could do was watch the lecherous display as the Praetorian felt her kin clean her torso, using their mouths so sensuously to do so. She gently stroked their elongated heads with her hands, whilst ‘looking’ between them with a loving desire. It was such a sight, Marcus more than happy to stay where he was to witness this lecherous display. Particularly when the Praetorian wrapped her tail around his head so that he was forced to watch… she knew it wasn’t necessary, but they were particularly dominant, and liked to control their mates. He squirmed a little for her, prompting her to chuckle in amusement. They were all very playful creatures, even the Queen’s personal guard. It didn’t take long for the other aliens to clean the Praetorian’s stomach of his seed, leaving it glistening with their saliva.

She let out a pleased hiss, and stroked the chins of several of the aliens who had serviced her. Then, she once more turned her focus to Marcus, her tail moving to coil around his body like a tentacle, and lift him up off the ground, pulling him towards her with a devious expression on her face, all as she laid herself down on the ground behind her, rubbing herself into the resin-covered floor of the chamber. From there, she placed him atop of her torso… and with gestures of her hands, she motioned for him to do what had just occurred… only now, he was the one doing the movement of his own accord.

He was more than happy to oblige, straddling the Praetorian’s torso and leaning over her, letting his cock slide up in one of her muscular grooves. He sighed out softly, and took a hold of either side of her body, just below her breasts, and began to roll his hips back and forth, grinding his cock to her now very slick abdomen. It was pleasurable for him, even if he’d just had the very same done to him just prior… it was different to be the one doing it himself. He was atop of her, in a dominant position now that her tail had unfurled from around his body, releasing him and leaving him to his own devices. She felt so wonderful… simultaneously soft, but incredibly firm with just that bit of pressure.

Only her skin provided any sponginess, the taut musculature beneath was always steely, and flexed constantly with every little twitch she made. But she was no body-builder. Her physique was large, but feminine and athletic. Her breasts, he knew from experience with other Praetorians, were easily capable of enveloping a person’s hand and head… a prison of pillowy ecstasy that let them do as they pleased to whoever found their way into the embrace of their bosom. He let out a delighted sigh, and continued to grind against her body, thrusting his hips more vigorously than before, his tongue flickering across his lips, wishing he could lean down and just take one of her perky nipples into his mouth.

Then he remembered… there wasn’t anything stopping him from doing so. If she didn’t want him to, she’d thwart his efforts and then ‘punish’ him for it… so either way, he was going to enjoy what would happen. He leaned down further, until his face was hovering above one of those voluminous, perky mounds… and promptly opened his mouth to take a nipple into it, suckling vigorously and flicking his tongue across her nub, whilst murmuring in delight. She herself hissed in appreciation, and brought one of her hands to his head, ruffling the hair upon it and smiling at him as he suckled upon her teat. He murmured happily, and increased his efforts, tugging on the mound and flicking his tongue across the nub… and found his efforts rewarded with a thick bead of milk.

His eyes widened slightly, and then he began to really work away at her teat, desiring the milk she had to provide, his hands moving to both her breasts, and he began to knead her mounds, hoping to stimulate increased flow. And he was rewarded here too, more of her creamy, addictive nectar flowing into his mouth, all as he continued to grind his cock against her abdominal muscles. His murmurs sent vibrations of stimulation through her sensitive mammary glands, the alien hissing in pleasure as it held onto the back of his head.

He was only dimly aware of the other aliens around him looking on with delight and appreciation, and perhaps a bit of envy for their superior. They huddled close and rubbed against each other, growling lowly and lustfully. As for the other humans in the room… well, they and their partners were too entwined with one another to care. Just as Marcus was too enthralled with the Praetorian’s milk to give any care to the aliens watching him. It was just too good not to focus on, gulping down her thick flow and feeling the cool touch of her nectar glide down his throat. His hips bucked more vigorously than before, a sign of his delight and stimulation. However, he eventually found himself desiring something else, as his hands explored the soft flesh of the Praetorian’s breasts; though they were still firmer than most of the other Drones, that just meant they’d provide their own unique delights.

He made his decision, and pulled away from the Praetorian’s milky tits, and slowly shuffled his hips forward as he sat up. All so he could slide his cock between her mounds, pressing them tightly together around his shaft, sighing out as the firm flesh tightly moulded to his length. It felt so very delightful, as everything did with these creatures. His cock throbbed and deposited a small dollop of precum against her chest, whilst milk from her nipples seeped down into her cleavage… no doubt going to provide a little extra lubrication. He licked his lips, and she did her own, ‘watching’ him from her prone position, as he began to slowly roll his hips back and forth.

Pumping his cock between her breasts felt incredibly stimulating, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly together and letting her mounds envelop his cock in a prison of perky euphoria. She hissed as she watched him, flicking her tongue in the air and giving him a lecherous smirk. Her hands lifted up to wrap her arms around her chest, further increasing the tightness he felt around his manhood. He squirmed a little, but continued to thrust back and forth between her breasts, starting to pant as his cock throbbed with need. She smirked at him teasingly, and then unfurled her tongue from past her lips, letting it slither erotically across her skin until it met the tip of his cock, popping in and out from the top of her cleavage, rubbing against the tip of his muscle.

He moaned immediately from this touch, and then when he felt her tongue slither deeper between her breasts and his pumping cock, Marcus feeling his shaft sliding against her slippery tongue as it waggled from side to side. It was so slick, it pushed into the gaps between his shaft and her body so very easily… he knew what was coming next, but she was refraining from doing it just yet, simply enjoying the feeling of his vigorous thrusts and the rolling of his hips. He grit his teeth and picked up the pace, whilst simultaneously doing his best to endure for as long as possible. Sweat beaded across his bow, and trickled down his chin.

The Praetorian grinned around its extended tongue, and then she began to coil it around his cock, adding to the tunnel of delights a fleshy tube that he felt, wide gaps in the coils of her muscle meaning he could still feel his shaft rubbing against the slick skin of her bosom. And to further add to the stimulation, she opened her jaw… and let her inner mouth slide out to meet his tip, the firm, fleshy mandibles latching onto his tip. It was there that she began to do something… interesting.

She started pumping her inner maw up and down the first inch of his cock, but without stopping his thrusting. Instead, she timed her pumps and sped up and slowed down at the right moments to make it feel like she was gently fellating him whilst coiling her tongue around his cock. His eyes widened in shock at the stimulation, and almost ground to a halt there and then… but he steeled himself, and kept going, groaning as the Praetorian’s ‘unique technique’ had the pressure in his loins building rapidly now. He was drawing ever closer to yet another orgasm, his shaft throbbing with need, precum oozing into her secondary maw.

He was doing his best to hold out for as long as he could, but it was a hopeless effort… for eventually, he succumbed to the ecstasy, and buckled his hips forward with aggressive intensity. He moaned loudly as he poured his semen into the alien’s gullet, his body shivering rather vigorously. She herself growled in delight, greedily gulping down his essence with a hungry desire, tongue stroking his cock as he still continued to thrust his hips into her bosom, ensuring his manhood was milked for absolutely every last drop it had to provide.

He was practically feeding this alien, his balls throbbing with each pulse of seed he pumped into her… until he could no longer pump any more out, the Praetorian releasing his tip so his final few ropes splattered against her sternum, staining the inner sides of her breasts with his essence. He slumped slightly atop of her, panting and groaning, but otherwise enjoying the afterglow of his blissful experience. The alien let him, ‘watching’ him with a luscious expression upon her lips, her tongue and inner maw having since retreated back into her mouth, and thus out of the way. She licked her lips, a teasing expression as she moved to caress his hips with a brief touch.

“Mmph… man… nothing you let us do to you is boring,” he muttered. She responded with a guttural chuckle, before moving to pull him close, caressing his back and murmuring contentedly. However, the embrace did not last before the great xenomorph picked him up and placed him down on his back a second time, this time straddling his hips, the enormous female squashing his cock between her nether folds and his stomach, causing him to groan.

“E-Easy… I just came…” he remarked, pointless as it was. He knew that was only going to encourage her to tease him, beginning to roll her hips firmly back and forth along his shaft, coaxing some new vigour into his member, before she lifted up her hips, and let his cock raise up to attention… and then, she promptly slid down his shaft, leaving her walls loose so she could easily take him, before clamping down with an intense tightness.

Her hands went to her still stained breasts, beginning to fondle and clean them with her incredibly long tongue, all as she began to bounce up and down upon his mast, gyrating her hips about to twist his cock in all directions, leaving him panting and his eyes opened wide from the shock. She wasn’t pacing herself at all, not giving him any chance to recover from his previous orgasm… it was obvious now that her goal was to get him to orgasm as quickly as possible. He didn’t bother asking why… sometimes, the answer was simply because that was the whim that passed through their head.

Still, he would’ve liked a bit more warning… this sort of assault was intolerable. The pleasure lancing up his cock and sparking throughout his balls was intense, that pressure already building up a second time and threatening to explode. It was like she was desperate to mate with him… but none of them could reproduce at the moment. The Queen had rendered them all infertile, for the time being at least, so that they could sustain their numbers in relation to the number of colonists there were… that’s what he’d come to know.

But it didn’t change the intense ecstasy filling his body from this alien’s aggressive bouncing, her hands fondling her breasts with reckless delight, tongue whipping about across her globes and flicking her nipples. She was so very attractive right now, the massive alien bouncing atop of him, her hips crashing down upon his crotch, causing his own body to practically twitch from the intensity of the stimulation. There was no way he could resist this delightful stimulation, even though he tried to hold out. But he could feel his balls beginning to throb, pulling up into his body and threatening to burst yet another load into this great beauty, all whilst the other aliens watched on, grinning and licking their lips with hungry, pleased delight.

It was all too much, and before long, he was spasming once more, bucking upwards weakly into the strong, falling hips of the alien above him, his cock spasming intensely as orgasm wracked his form. He couldn’t help the feeling of bliss as he pumped another thick load into her pussy, the voluminous discharge a surprise to him, given how soon it was after his last climax. But, he soon calmed down from his ecstasy, exhausted and spent from the two orgasms so quickly back to back, heaving beneath the alien that still sat atop of him. She hadn’t experienced her own climax, but it didn’t matter… just making their partner cum was an intense delight to them all on their own.

He was more than happy to let her have that. However, once again, she moved, sliding off his cock before moving to scoop him up into her arms, a hand firmly grasping his buttocks, squeezing and kneading the glutes before she began to take him out of the chamber. He was confused at first, but soon he figured out where she was taking him… deeper into the Hive… to the Heart. His own began to race with excitement, knowing who resided there… perhaps he would have a chance to experience her joy once more.

The first he knew of the heart of the Hive were the moans, cries of pleasure and the lustful, bestial growls that filtered down the passageways… along with wet slapping and other lurid noises. He was close, and soon… he was there, witnessing the endless orgy that always seemed to surround the Queen. Most days, it was mostly xenomorphs and the odd human, and some days, it was a veritable melting pot of different species simply indulging in excess. Today, it seemed like it was something of a slow day, with a few xenomorphs and fewer humans… but nonetheless, the sounds were still quite loud. But it was the greatest xenomorph of all sitting atop a ‘throne’ of resin in the centre of the great chamber that took his breath away… his beloved Queen, and the other Praetorians that stood guard around her… and often enjoyed her company.

Whether he would have a chance to enjoy her company this day wasn’t clear to him… but he did realise there were several other Praetorians waiting for him at the base of the Queen’s throne, licking their lips as the one that carried him brought Marcus closer to the group of lusty giants. His eyes lit up when one reached out to take him from the Praetorian that carried him, and soon after, he found himself sandwiched between at least four of the great aliens, their breasts closing around his head, supple prisons that almost suffocated him, whilst his body was subjected to the lustful attentions of their probing hands, gently caressing his hips and thighs, brushing against his cock and groping his buttocks teasingly. Their sensuous hisses brought him arousal.