Xenophilia – Finale – Grant

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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The sound of rushing water filled his ears, sitting on a small, eroded, smooth rock away from the bank of the subterranean river. He watched as the brightly coloured, blue-green liquid churned, not quite rapids, but not calm and smooth either, a reasonable current that would give any swimmer a reason to be concerned… of course, that was assuming it was normal water. It steamed into the open air, visible thanks to the numerous luminescent rocks and crystals exposed to the void of the cavern, and the few floodlights that had been setup for the benefit of those few humans that came down here. The water was toxic, caustic and quite hot. Not to extreme degrees; it wasn’t instant death should one fall in, but they would be within a few minutes, and even a short spell could lead to problems down the road. There was H20 in there, and it was possible to purify it, distil it. There were plans for that to further feed the colony.

But right now, it was not usable by humans. Unsafe. And the creatures that did live in it were similarly toxic, unsafe for consumption. Fish that looked gnarly and savage, almost like Salmon mixed with Anglerfish. But… he saw a splash of water as a dark shape burst from the river, and saw a xenomorph crawl onto the bank, steaming, with a fish flopping in their jaws, bleeding to death from the creature’s sharp teeth. For them, it was hardly a bother, able to drink the water and not fear the toxicity or the caustic nature.

And the fish… that was what they had sustained themselves on before they hit the colony in force, making sure they weren’t taking from the food stocks, reserving those for humans. In that way… they were very considerate. The Marine looked around, and observed several other aliens, perched on the bank of the river, their tails poised over their shoulders. Every now and then, he watched as their appendages struck with blinding velocity, drawing back a fish that flailed on the blade of the alien’s tails, impaled clean through with such precision, the flailing of the fish was only from lingering nerve impulses; the fish was already dead.

It made him shiver, a reminder of how much precision they had employed when they ‘attacked’ the colony; they could’ve impaled humans with ease, Grant not even certain Marine Armour being capable of stopping the strike. But all they did was shallow pricks, injecting a safe sedative into their victims, to make it easier to cart them off. And now, he was watching them feed themselves, biting down into the fish they had caught and eating them raw, killing any of their catch that wasn’t already dead with swift decapitations, blows to the head or what have you, whatever was quick and humane.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he was down here, and how he managed to do so without ending up raped by a horny xenomorph; any human that ventured down here was considered ‘fair game’, unless of course there were good reasons to be down there other than the hope of being preyed upon. And right now, none of these aliens were giving him much trouble either… no doubt, they were focused on eating. Not to mention they weren’t safe to be near after a dip in the river, the fumes dangerous in their own right.

Fortunately, where he was, the fumes were weak to non-existent, though he dared not get any closer than he was; it smelled oddly of bleach and vinegar, so even if it took a while for the fumes to have any danger, the smell was unpleasant as it was. As for why he was here… perhaps he was just curious and bored; he had no shift he was supposed to be on, and no duties for a while, effectively on ‘R&R’ for a few hours. So, he went exploring, and came to this place. Even with the smell, however, it was oddly relaxing, listening to the rushing water and watching the xenomorphs hunt for their dinner.

Still, he was joined by one of the xenomorphs, the alien plopping her rump down beside him. She had come from behind, and seemed to have come from the Hive, rather than returning from a hunting venture. She smiled at him, and he returned the gesture.

“Hello to you too,” he remarked, and she chuckled teasingly; they were always such flirts, never missing an opportunity to tease or play with humans, even if it didn’t lead to a sexual encounter… they just revelled in it. Fortunately, they also knew when to hold back. They understood humans enjoyed the finer or simpler things in life, and so did they, to an extent. She shuffled behind him, and pulled him into her lap, resting his head against her breasts, growling softly and rubbing his stomach, her other hand wrapped around his chest. He chuckled too, and gently squeezed the hand to his torso.

“Yeah, nice to see you too,” he said. He didn’t know this alien. It was rare that he met one he did, their kind far too active to settle down with a single partner.

That being said, it wasn’t ‘use and discard’ for them… rather, everyone was a partner, everyone was part of one giant, incestuous family. He didn’t particularly mind it either, enjoying the company from the different xenomorphs he met; though they were all very similar in appearance and behaviour, their personalities did differ slightly. Perhaps not to the same extent as humans, but they were all individuals; some were coy and playfully shy, others were submissive, whilst some were quite dominant, and not in the bestial way; they preferred to seduce or charm their partners into submission, and often behaved like dominatrixes, and used techniques like them too; he’d already been at the ‘mercy’ of one such xenomorph, and he felt like he was going to go crazy before his first orgasm, she teased and edged him that much. Of course, this one seemed to want to just cuddle him for now, sighing out contentedly.

The two of them watched the happenings in the cavern… or at least, for her, whatever approximated ‘watching’ seeing as she had no eyes. As for him, he soon found the unpleasant smell of the river being replaced by the sweet aroma of his current companion. They always did smell so nice, it was hard not to get aroused in their presence… their constant nudity and salacious behaviour had a part in that too. He honestly expected to have gotten bored of them by now, but he hadn’t.

They were aware of what happened when you bombarded humans constantly with one things, so they were strategic; they always flirted playfully, yes, but they were often subtle about it… well, as subtle as they could be in that regard, and they left humans alone when they were busy, either with work or an activity of their own desires. In that, it made it easier to live alongside the xenomorphs, given how much they seemed to respect a person’s ‘alone time’… that being said, it didn’t stop them dragging humans into side rooms in the colony if neither of them had something to do, but being ‘pounced’ was definitely a thing that was more likely down in the Hive.

He looked up at his companion, and smiled.

“So… I suppose looking at the fish isn’t the reason you came to me, is it?” he asked knowingly. She looked down at him, and gave him a devious smirk, licking her lips… the hand to his stomach slowly slipping down, sliding beneath his pants and underwear, before engulfing his semi-erect genitals in her hand. She didn’t stroke his cock at first, instead simply squeezing his junk softly in her hand, fondling his balls and clenching her hand teasingly around his nethers. He twitched and grunted, knowing that he was in no position to fight this creature, not with where he was, in her lap.

That being said… he was not objecting to the treatment either, even if there were others to watch on; as much as they liked stealthy sex, catching people off-guard and generally hunting for intercourse, they also had a thing for public displays, openly showing off how lustful they were, especially among their own kind. It was almost like a competition to them. And Grant couldn’t fault them for some ‘healthy competition’. Still, more sighs left his lips as he was toyed with, the alien leaning her head down to unfurl her tongue against the side of his face, gently lapping at his cheeks with her slimy muscle.

It was lascivious, but gentle, affectionate. Her dominance was a more caring one, Grant melting into her embrace as his cock stood at full attention, peeking out through the top of his pants, the alien now slowly stroking his member with her hand, sometimes rubbing the glans with her thumb. His tip twitched in response, and he clenched his eyes shut. As much of a dutiful soldier as he was, Grant simply lost himself in the care of these creatures, whether they were affectionate or dominant, or both… or when they presented themselves to him for a pleasurable time.

That too was something he enjoyed. But for now, it seemed he would have to endure the pleasurable attentions of his currently commanding partner, despite her gentleness.

“Mmmph… a little bit more on the tip,” he suggested, not one to deny or resist his partners… unless, of course, they wanted him to. That was another thing the aliens enjoyed; hunting down humans to rape them… nowadays, a simple game, roleplay, but one that really excited the xenomorphs, once more able to ‘hunt’ for their pleasure.

Perhaps, in a way, it was all ‘hunting’ to them, and he’d just fallen into a clever trap… or maybe she was just horny and she likes easing her partners into a lustful encounter. She obliged his request, rubbing the top half of his cock instead of the entirety of it, slipping her hand firmly up and down his glans, causing him to twitch even more vigorously than before, bucking his hips into her tantalising hand.

“Nnf… fuck, that’s good,” he remarked, and she hissed in delight, enjoying giving him pleasure as much as she liked receiving it. Another thing he really liked about these aliens, how the pleasure they gave seemed to arouse and stimulate them considerably; even things that shouldn’t have pleasured them physically brought them intense delight, even simple handjobs… evident by her luscious hissing.

She was stroking faster and faster now, this time stroking his entire cock without neglecting his glans, twisting her hand from side to side, lubricated for the rougher treatment thanks to his beading precum. He heard the smack of his combat boots on the ground as his legs twitched, groaning harder than before. He could feel himself nearing his limit already, the vigorous pumping of his cock intense and delightful.

Sure enough, the stimulation was too much — even a simple handjob — and he began bucking upwards into the alien’s hand, a fountain of white spurting briefly from his cock, cascading down onto the ground in front of them both, some of it landing on the top of her hand. He groaned in her embrace, before the hand to his chest slipped up to grasp at his chin, the xenomorph twisting his head up and to the side whilst she leaned over and tilted her own head, all so she could engage in a deep kiss. She opted not to plunge it down his throat, not this time; perhaps she was saving that for another moment. Either way, her insanely long tongue nevertheless coiled around his own, teasing and stroking his muscle and coating it in the sweet flavour of her saliva. He murmured into the kiss before she broke it, hissing contentedly. She kept a hold of his cock, letting him rest himself before she no doubt intended to continue. He murmured happily to himself, before looking up at the alien, feeling the hand to his chin slide down to caress his toned chest.

“So… what now, hot stuff?” he teased. She gave him a playful, amused grin, before he felt her beginning to shift and change her position, moving out from behind him, so that he was no longer sitting in her lap. From there, he watched as she manoeuvred in front of him, giving him a seductive ‘dance’ of sorts, gyrating her hips and torso hypnotically, whilst bringing the hand that had stained fingers to her mouth… plunging them between her lips and pumping them back and forth, suckling on them lewdly, her serpentine tongue coiling and weaving between the digits and lapping up the semen that stained them, growling gutturally but seductively.

The display easily aroused him, his cock throbbing for more attention… and it got it, the alien moving to crouch down in front of him, one hand grasping his cock, the other moving to gently squeeze his balls. She wasn’t likely going to bring him over the edge with another handjob… no, she probably had something else planned. He watched eagerly, as she leaned in close, and slowly, firmly ran her tongue up his mast, from root to tip, pressing the flat of her inky muscle to his girth.

He shivered again, and continued to do so with each slow stroke she made to his cock, fondling his balls, whilst sometimes starting the strokes of her licks against his jewels, gently kissing the orbs before drawing her muscle to the tip, the alien circling his glans with the tip of her tongue a few times… before deciding to simply wrap her thumb and index finger around the base of his scrotum, so that she could lick his testicles freely, sometimes leaning in to kiss and suckle against his balls, at other times opting to wiggle the tip to one of the jewels. She growled softly, and he groaned and sighed out, feeling her press the flat of her tongue to his sack and circle it about, sloppily coating it in a layer of her saliva. It was a luxurious feeling, especially since she gently pumped his cock with her free hand, making sure no part of his member was without stimulation. They didn’t ‘waste’ anything, so to speak.

Grant felt her suckle one of his testicles into her mouth, gently ‘chewing’ on it like she was enjoying a hard candy, sucking and smooching audibly, juggling his orb about in her mouth with her constantly lapping tongue. She switched between the two, or sometimes drew both of them into her oral cavity. It wasn’t enough to make him cum, but this kind of attention certainly aroused and excited him to a particular degree. He was more than happy to endure it for ages. But, the alien wasn’t going to keep up the same technique forever; they liked to try different things, as the Marine long ago learned. And as he was reminded now, by the alien letting her hand release his cock and twisting her head to one side, his balls still firmly held within her mouth… all to let her tongue slither forth from her lips, coiling up his mast like a snake around a trunk, slippery and slimy, squeezing tightly.

The tip wrapped around his glans firmly, pushing against his sensitive cockhead. He winced, clenching his eyes shut at this sensation; never could he have experienced something like this until he came to this place and met these aliens. And they were fond of their ‘tonguejobs’, using their slimy muscles to tantalise their partners in a myriad of ways simply not possible to humans… that was one of their biggest advantages in swaying the minds of humans; the things they could do, the pleasures they could bring, more than a few of them just weren’t possible to experience from other humans or machines… and these aliens happily provided.

She began to pump her coiled tongue up and down his cock, contracting her muscle and ‘compressing’ her spiralled tongue like a spring, all without easing the pressure on his shaft, squeezing as tightly as ever, before slipping her muscle back up once more, stroking his manhood and making him shiver at this ever-unique sensation. It was one of their specialties, one of their own techniques they loved to use on humans. Even women weren’t immune to their tongues, having seen a human woman practically seizing as her pussy was ‘devoured’ by one of these aliens, their tongues able to reach anywhere they damn well pleased, stirring up their insides and attacking their most sensitive spots relentlessly.

He remembered what this woman had said to him, how it was like a tentacle in their pussy. A similar thing was true now, feeling like a tentacle was wrapped around his cock and stroking him thoroughly, whilst his balls were continuously suckled, the alien loudly slurping on his jewels. Every time the tip of her tongue reached his glans, she stroked and tasted it vigorously, growling softly and sending tantalising vibrations thrumming into his mast, coursing through her lips and tongue. It made him moan vigorously, whilst his free hands moved to gently caress her smooth, dome-like skull.

She was odd to the touch, but she practically purred in response; their chitin wasn’t numb to touch, and they enjoyed being caressed by their lovers. Given what she was doing for him right now, it was only fair he gave some back himself… especially when he moved to kick off one of his boots with his other foot, peeling the sock off with it. It wasn’t easy, pulling out some of his hairs in the process, but eventually, his foot was exposed… and with some awkward manoeuvring, he managed to tease her slit with his big toe. She shivered in response, a luxurious growling emanating from her throat. He laughed to himself, and started to rub his toe up and down her pussy with a bit more vigour, making sure to nudge her clitoris each time.

It was awkward, but the payoff was worth it, to hear her growl in delight and shiver in stimulation, even if his touch was somewhat crude. To see her enjoy it was all he needed to keep trying, even as he bumped his knee into her body. Fortunately, they were tough as titanium nails, and the odd discomfort from their partners hardly seemed to bother them… if it even registered as discomfort if it was that mild. They certainly liked comfortable positions, but it was their partner’s comfort that came first.

He continued to rub her slit with his toe, watching her shiver and growl with each touch and caress he made. All whilst she sloppily suckled upon his balls and her tongue rather slickly pumped up and down his cock, starting to twist and spiral from side to side at the same time, causing his hips to twitch involuntarily. She was creating an intense vortex of tightly squeezing flesh, and it was enough to really get his arousal reaching new heights. He remembered the first oral he’d had with one of these aliens, effectively seduced by the xenomorph. He had the dominant position, however, face-fucking her in a standing position.

And even then, that alien was coiling her tongue tightly around his cock, trying desperately to milk it. Even when they were submitting, they were constantly toeing the line between submission, and dominance, never staying idle when there was a way they could pleasure their partner. It made them rather exciting to have sex with, especially when some might submit to someone initially, and then suddenly turn the tables halfway through, like it was all just a clever, salacious trap.

But this was no trap. She was gentle, but took the initiative, and was making him moan in pleasure with each little slurp against his balls and stroke of his cock. His dick began to throb, a sign that he was nearing his second orgasm. His balls twitched, pulling close to his body, or as well as they could whilst being imprisoned in the alien’s lubricious mouth, now slimy with her sweet-scented saliva. She suckled audibly, and gently tugged on his sack whilst fondling and juggling his testicles with the base of her tongue and the mandibles of her inner mouth, ever careful not to harm her partner. His hands continued to traipse across her head, tracing the little details that comprised the unique texture on the sides of her skull, behind her face, and along her neck. She was mostly smooth, but here and there, it looked like she was adorned with pipes and conduits.

But no matter where he touched, the alien seemed to hiss in delight at the sensation. They liked being touched, petted, caressed… indeed, they were very physical beings, always wanting to wrap their hands around one another and their partners. But he put those thoughts aside, concentrating on what was happening to him… or rather, losing the concentration to continue contemplating those thoughts thanks to the intense and unique pleasure of her relentlessly coiling tongue. His balls were surely soaked by now, drenched in the delightful saliva of her mouth. And they twitched, constantly, drawing ever closer to an ejaculation. It wasn’t far off, the moment when he would be releasing his seed. And she didn’t seem intent on taking him into her throat either, appearing more and more likely that she intended to milk him with her tongue in this manner.

And indeed, she started pumping her tongue faster around his cock, causing him to orgasm intensely. It wasn’t long before he was shuddering and spasming, bucking into the delightful, fleshy coiled tunnel of her tongue, spraying semen into the air, which cascaded down onto her skull, coating the semi-translucent dome that swept across its top. Before long, he had spent his entire load, panting as the sensations eased, the last thing the alien did being tightly wrapping his cock in her tongue at the base, and sliding her coiled muscle off his tip, drawing any residue or semen that clung to his cock off onto her tongue in the process. Once this quick ‘clean’ was over, she released his balls, and pleasantly uncoiled her tongue from his shaft.

The final touches of pleasure made him twitch intensely, recovering from his orgasm, and watching with rapt attention as the xenomorph began trailing her hand down her skull, gathering what semen he’d sprayed onto her head into her palm, bringing her hand to her lips and lapping up the seed she had collected, repeating the procedure several times and each in a slightly different, equally erotic and tantalising manner until she was clean, standing up from her position, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a rather ‘sassy’ posture and ‘look’, licking her lips and grinning at him. He felt his toe leave her pussy as she did, the digit now coated in a shimmering layer of her fluids.

He returned the smile, chuckling.

“Oh? And what are you trying to tell me?” he asked, shifting in his position, before watching the alien lean in close to blow him a kiss, before the devious creature turned around and presented her rear to him, reaching around behind her with her hands and smacking them down onto her glutes with a loud, wet clap, squeezing her cheeks and kneading them, all as he felt her tail coil around his neck and head, drawing him closer. She was gyrating her hips in an erotic, alluring dance, and he could smell the enticing aroma given off by her arousal, the fluids of her pussy possessing a much sweeter scent than they tasted. It was clear what she wanted him to do, spreading her cheeks to reveal her anus to him, twitching with need. She hissed in desire, pushing her rear towards him, until he found himself immersed in her glutes, his mouth to her rear.

He groaned softly, before bringing his hands to her hips, and bringing his tongue to tease the ring of muscle that outlined the entrance to her anal canal. They had no real need for this organ… if anything, it seemed to only serve as an extra source of pleasure for them. He knew the xenomorphs were based off their hosts… perhaps in this case, it was a vestige of when the human base they came from. He couldn’t really say, he wasn’t a scientist… it just meant that this sort of thing was much easier and cleaner. Not to mention the strange, oily film they secreted in their asses to act as a mild lubricant… it, like their pussy juices, didn’t have a sweet flavour, but nor was it bitter. It was just bland, which was no doubt a good thing.

Still, he wasn’t here to just think about it… his partner wanted him to please her, and that’s what Grant was going to do, the marine starting to vigorously lap away at her sphincter, circling his tongue to the ring of muscle, whilst rubbing his face to her glutes. His hands slipped down to squeeze her glutes, prompting her to remove her own. He waggled his tongue aggressively to her hole, squeezing and kneading her cheeks, splaying them apart and pushing them against his face; like her breasts, they were malleable on the outside, soft but springy, yet there was a firmer core in the centre that provided the perfect balance between soft and firm, though her ass was far more muscular, and her glutes were definitely firmer than her breasts… no matter, he enjoyed groping them all the same.

He pressed his lips to her sphincter, and kissed away at the pucker hole. If it were a human, he might’ve asked them to ‘prepare’ first… but these aliens didn’t have to worry about such things, which made such impromptu acts all the more enjoyable. He lapped and prodded her rear, suckling away and doing whatever he could to stimulate and tease her. One of his hands circled around from her rear to her groin, a finger moving to trace her labia, up one fold and down the other, before sliding up to her clitoris between the two nether lips. Once he felt that button, he started prodding and teasing it, feeling her twitch against his tongue, her glutes squeezing around his face in the process.

As this occurred, the xenomorph hissed, starting to fondle herself whilst loosening the grip she had on his head with her tail; she only needed it to guide him to where she wanted him… now that he was performing the desired act with enthusiasm, there was no need for restraints. He held himself to her rear of his own accord, pushing and rubbing his face firmly between her glutes, the base of her tail resting against the top of his head. It did restrict access to a small degree, but he was able to reach without too much effort, beginning to force his tongue into her anal passage, assisted by the mildly oily secretions that served to make penetration all the easier.

Once he finally managed to push past the barrier of her sphincter, he began to swirl his tongue about between her tightly clenching walls, wiggling it to and fro before starting to pump it back and forth, pushing it in and pulling it back, whilst murmuring into her rear. More hisses left her, and her pussy was starting to leak profusely, a sign of her growing arousal. The finger he had to her nethers also began to push at her entrance, slowly circling the orifice between her labia, before he plunged that digit to the knuckle into her depths, causing her back to arch and her hips to quiver in pleasure.

Almost immediately, he felt her depths attack his finger, trying to squeeze down around the ‘intruder’ and trap it… these aliens had intense muscle control in their vaginas, enough that they could supposedly trap a man inside by squeezing tight enough, ensuring none of his sweet nectar escaped… unless they wanted your load over their bodies, there was no pulling out of these creatures. Even if you tried, they would lock you inside of them with their legs, their arms, their tails, whatever they had to make you release into them. That they were infertile (at least for now) did not seem to stop some men, perhaps out of habit, and every time — and perhaps to the aliens’ delight — they would be locked into their mates and forced to release inside them. It fit their predatory nature, and how much they loved breeding, even if they couldn’t currently reproduce due to their Queen… no matter, they liked the act of mating regardless.

He felt his cock throb and twitch in need below him, feeling neglected, despite two orgasms already. It seemed he was in need of a third round once he worked this gal to her first, slipping a second finger into her pussy and pumping away vigorously, all whilst wiggling and thrusting his tongue into her anus, murmuring in delight. The marine did not cease or rest, not until she had been brought to her climax. He couldn’t let her do all the work, and it was motivating to hear her growls of lust and pleasure, and to feel the twitching of her walls around his tongue and the quivering of her folds around his fingers, a sign that she was nearing her orgasm. He increased his efforts, seeing her quivering intensify, leaking profuse amounts of fluids from her pussy, nearly ready to splash over his hand. He just needed to go a little bit more…

The alien let out one of their characteristic, almost painful shrieks as pleasure overcame her, her entire body shuddering as she dropped lower, propping herself up on her hands so that she did not fall. Juices splashed out against Grant’s hand, coating it in a layer of fluids, the rest falling to the ground and forming a puddle. A sweet aroma filled the immediate vicinity around them, though the marine almost didn’t detect it with his face still buried in the inviting cheeks of the alien’s ass. He did, however, eventually pull himself out from between her glutes, licking his lips and smacking them as he rubbed the girl’s sphincter with a finger, a final teasing act that caused the xenomorph to shiver.

“Mm, now that was a nice orgasm… you came hard,” he remarked, chuckling and watching the alien turn around to face him. He wondered what she had planned next… he certainly wasn’t averse to most of the things they enjoyed doing. She, however, seemed to be contemplating what they should do next, deep in thought before a devious grin flashed across her face, licking her lips hungrily. Clearly, whatever it was, it was going to see him in quite the submissive bind. In the next moment, she lunged at him, knocking him to the ground — fortunately, without letting him hit it hard — before proceeding to disrobe the rest of his attire, including his remaining boot.

From there, once he was completely naked, laying against a relatively flat spot on the ground, the alien slipped her thighs around either side of his cock, and began to squeeze tightly. A gasp escaped Grant’s mouth as his shaft was imprisoned between her supple, firm inner thighs, before the xenomorph extracted a nice moan from the marine when she started to softly and slowly grind her legs to his member, making short motions back and forth, up and down, her thighs either moving in synchronisation with one another, or in opposite directions. Sometimes, she slid her legs high enough up his shaft to caress his sensitive glans, whilst at others, he felt a gentle touch of her tail to his tip, causing him to shiver.

Her hands moved to grasp the sides of his face, but she didn’t drag him into a kiss, not this time, at least not yet. She had no eyes, but he was certain it was just so she could see how he was reacting to her efforts. She was rewarded by his face contorting and grimacing repeatedly, loosening up whenever he let out a luscious pant, sighing out here and there as he was subjected to her supple thighs. It was a unique and strange feeling, to be as stimulated as he was by her legs alone. But he wasn’t knocking it either, enjoying any kind of pleasure these alien beauties could provide. He just wished there was more he could do on his end.

At the moment, with his free hands, he could only reach around to grope and knead at her rump once more… but she hissed and sighed in appreciation, pushing her rump into his hands briefly before returning to her usual ministrations, grinding her thighs to his cock, smearing his precum all over her flesh, his other fluids already having provided some lubrication after leaking all down her legs. It made the sensation of her legs sliding up and down his own all the more delightful.

She grinned and smirked at him, a knowing and controlling expression on her face, quite clearly pleased with herself. This kind of thing was definitely an act of dominance, as gentle as it was. Grant started gasping a little harder than before, looking at her face with his eyes glistening, full of lust.

“Fuck… this is… something,” he remarked, tilting his head back as much as he was allowed in her hands when he felt her tail once more grind gently to his sensitive glans, never a moment where she wasn’t trying to stimulate him as much as possible with any sort of technique she was using. He bucked a little into her thighs, feeling his member starting to twitch once more, his balls throbbing and pulling up towards his body, a familiar pressure once again building in his loins. It wouldn’t be long before she was making him cum all over her legs, after giving her quite the facial earlier.

He did his best to hold out, however, not wishing to make it that easy… but his dick was sensitive from two previous orgasms, and there was something incredibly delightful about the gentle assault she was subjecting him to, squeezing her legs together tightly, but rubbing gently instead of bucking against him with wild aggression. It was hard to resist, the slow pace giving him time to feel every touch to his every contour, her flesh forming just slightly to fit the shape of his cock, the malleable outer flesh of her thighs just too good to resist.

“Fuuuck…” he whined, tilting his head backwards once again, panting and moaning in pleasure, before a stimulated groan left his lips, brought about by the alien gently suckling down on his neck, her teeth ever so gently grazing against his skin, whilst her lips squelched and rubbed to his flesh, her tongue attacking his throat mercilessly. He was so very sensitive there, perhaps thanks to the frequency at which these aliens attacked human throats; they had a thing for it, a penchant. Perhaps some twisted predatory instinct. ‘Going for the throat’ and what not, but instead of some vicious attack, it was a subjugating act of eroticism.

He was certain it wasn’t a fetish before now, but after the numerous times they’d taken to kissing, licking and suckling against his throat, he was sure he’d developed a sensitivity for it… as had a lot of humans. And he didn’t mind it in the slightest. It was just another delight to be had with these things, one he was hardly going to refuse when they were being so open with their pleasures. He tried to buck upwards into her thighs, squeezing and gripping her glutes tightly for leverage, but her downward pumps pinned him back to the ground, leaving him wholly at the mercy of her lecherous desires.

The pressure in his loins continued to build, a sign that he was fast approaching his orgasm. He couldn’t hold back anymore, and she knew it, the alien picking up the pace and rubbing him a bit more vigorously until that pressure exploded. He groaned loudly, and bucked firmly upwards between her legs, a fountain of white cascading down onto her buttocks, lower back and her thighs, the few spurts that she extracted from him all quite potent. Once his ejaculation came to an end, she slowed down her motions and lessened the tightness her thighs had around his cock, but she continued to stroke him slowly, stimulating him in the afterglow. It made him release shivering sighs from his mouth, aided by the relentless suckling of his neck.

Grant fondled the alien’s rear, squeezing and kneading it as the alien smeared his semen into his skin, slicking up her thighs as well. The lubricious sounds that emanated from their groins were arousing to hear, though they came to an end when the alien finally slipped off of him, sticky strings of semen connecting his cock to her legs. It was an erotic sight, especially when she reached down with her hand, drawing her fingertips up one of her inner thighs to gather up some of the sticky residue, bringing it to her lips so she could suckle on her digits, tongue weaving between them and cleaning them of the mess.

He watched this display, amused over how the aliens seemed to genuinely enjoy the taste of semen. No matter, if they liked it, he wasn’t going to complain. The xenomorph then turned its head back to him, and grinned with a devious expression, licking her lips slowly. He was still laying on her back, watching him hungrily, contemplating on what she should do to him next. It could’ve been anything, but they rarely took too long to make up their minds.

Sure enough, the alien made a decision, and immediately, found her straddling his hips, sandwiching his cock between his stomach and her nether folds, the slick labia splaying to either side of his shaft, ‘kissing’ his manhood as she let her weight rest atop of him. He groaned softly, watching her ever subtle movement, salacious and enticing. She chuckled in her inhuman way, before he crept his hands up her sides, gently traipsing his fingertips against her chitin and her skin, dancing his digits against her frame until they came to rest upon her hips, gripping tightly, and prompting her to wiggle against his cock from side to side delightedly.

Another soft groan left his lips, as Grant began pulling the alien forward, and then pushing her back, making her grind against his cock, up and down, wetting his shaft with her increasing arousal. It made him moan softly, and before long, the xenomorph was making the motions herself, stroking and caressing his manhood with her folds, sometimes pressing down firmer, other times easing the pressure. She gyrated her hips from side to side or in a twisting, circular motion, before going back to a simpler back and forth rocking. She ensured her techniques changed every moment to the next, never sticking to one mode for too long.

It was a delightful feeling, especially with the lustful, yet almost romantic expression she had on her lower face, that invasive, oppressive tongue of hers drawing from one corner of her mouth to the other in a seductive display. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she started groping and kneading the mounds in her hands, pinching her erect nipples between her fingertips. Soft hisses left her lips, her tongue snaking out and curling in the air before her face. All a seductive display intended to arouse Grant that little bit more… and she was hardly going to keep his arousal from climbing. No, she began to grind a bit more firmly, a bit more quickly, her hips fluidly twisting with an almost hypnotic smoothness.

It was entrancing, but soon his focus was drawn to her chest when she grasped his wrists, drawing his hands to her bust and urging him to take hold. He did so without further instruction, sinking his fingers deep into the malleable outer flesh of her breasts, a luscious hiss leaving the xenomorph’s mouth, enjoying his somewhat forceful groping. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, and pushed and twisted her mounds about, toying with them freely. She had to lean closer for him, so he could actually reach them comfortably, the alien’s height exceeding his own.

She continued to grind on his cock, hissing and growling in delight, leaning backwards a little and resting her hands on his knees, bowing her torso so he could still grasp at her breasts. The posture she was in was unnatural, it should’ve been painful… but he knew how flexible these xenomorphs were. They may have had chitin and rigid carapace in places, but the plates were all very strategically placed to prevent any interference with motion… they could turn themselves into pretzels if they so chose to do so. They often used their gymnastic qualities in sex, either to make it more comfortable for their partner, or to provide something knew to experience.

Right now, it was just so he could still comfortably reach her breasts and grope them whilst she leaned backwards, grinding her slit to his length relentlessly. It seemed she wanted him good and ready before they moved onto the next part… which she had no doubt been waiting for. But even then, she held off, teasing him for as long as possible, licking her lips and blowing kisses at him from between the peaks of her breasts, the angles all very odd but erotic all the same.