Xenophilia – Finale – Xander

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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Xander whistled as he wandered through the halls, cheerful as ever. It’d been a few weeks since the whole ‘crisis’ with the xenomorphs ended… well, he admitted, there were a few things that could’ve gone seriously wrong had some individuals not dealt with them… though from what he’d heard, most of these problems were brought to the attention of people who knew how to fix them by the very aliens that caused the whole ordeal. He really hadn’t known about them at the time, he was stuck in a makeshift hidey-hole made out of a shipping container near the landing pads… totally unaware one of the creatures was already inside.

Of course, that’s when he first learned what these creatures were actually like, and they had tantalised him so nicely. The two of them had made the janitor feel so very nice. And in that time, the janitor had gotten to know the aliens a lot closer… none of them seemed to be bothered by his frequent visits… rather, they seemed rather eager to have him give himself to their whims. At least, between jobs, and personal activities. They also helped him with his own work, the xenomorphs, as he’d come to know them as, surprisingly adept at cleaning up mess, and they were quick learners… when they weren’t lathering themselves with soapy water so they could seduce him. He shivered at the memory, that one eager alien a particularly fiery one, making him pass out from how much she was stimulating him.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the memory, though he hadn’t met that one since. They didn’t ‘stick around’, so to speak, but he didn’t mind. They thought of things differently, experiencing everyone they met and going around and sharing their love with everybody. As for him, it meant he got to experience a variety of different personalities; though they were all very similar, lustful, playful and largely dominant, there were often slight differences between them in behaviour. Some pretended to be playfully shy and coy, others were bombastic, some were aggressive and roughly domineering, whilst others still were domineering in a much more refined, controlling manner, using seduction and precise stimulation to make a human submit. And of course, there were those that enjoyed a more mutual experience, delighting in the company of their lovers and holding them close.

Whatever kind of xenomorph he was making love to, it was always a wonderful time, no matter how long or short. Though, they had other things to offer a man with a few hours of freedom… that’s why he was heading down to their hive. The place was always open to humans, but, even without the ability to speak any human language, the xenomorphs had made it very clear that any human wandering down there without a good reason was ‘fair game’, so to speak. Fair game to be pounced, and ‘raped’. He was honestly hoping for such a thing, he hadn’t been ‘hunted’ since the ‘crisis’, and he rather enjoyed the adrenaline that was coursing through him from the fear of running from an alien he thought would kill him… at least, when said fear and adrenaline mixed with the stimulation of a lusty, exotic being pleasuring him with her wondrous form.

Maybe he was a bit of a pervert, but he shrugged at the idea; it didn’t matter to him anymore, and most of the colonists on the station were rather open about their sexuality now, and their antics. They’d been thoroughly ‘liberated’ by the aliens, so to speak… though Xander did admit, he had a slightly higher workload now, most of the extra labour cleaning up after an alien and a human decided to have a little ‘encounter’ some place. It was really ironic when he had to mop up mixed semen and feminine ejaculate and any number of other sexual fluids in a janitorial closet… they did seem fond of the closets.

‘Oh well, I’ll deal with it… the payoff is more than worth it,’ he remarked, smirking and rubbing his hands together like some comical, cartoon villain, or a lecherous old man… old, he wasn’t all that much, but lecherous… he couldn’t deny that. But he was a decent person, and he didn’t make anyone uncomfortable; what he did, he kept to himself… save the aliens, who wanted every little detail about what pleased him now… all new desires they nurtured in him. Soon, he found himself in a maintenance and construction shed.

There was no one in here right now, but that was not what he was here for; in the middle of the room was a hatch, ostensibly an opening to a shaft meant for future geothermal generator rods to be sunk into it once the shed became of little use or if the extra power was necessary… but in reality, it was a hidden entrance to the xenomorph’s hive, so that humans and aliens could come and go as they pleased… though humans often had to wait with some of the routes, wait for an alien to come along and carry them down; the terrain was too treacherous in some of the shafts, and if one wasn’t careful, it could’ve spelled certain death. So, it was often best to wait until an alien came along to help said human down. He opened the hatch, and climbed down the ladder until he came upon a hole in the rock, a cold draft tugging at the nape of his neck. He squeezed through the opening, and stood on the edge of a deep shaft.

He turned on the lamp latched to his toolbelt, illuminating the area around him; the top of the shaft looked like solid rock, but looking down, and he saw the various resin formations that marked the start of the alien hive the colony sat upon. There was no way down from here that he could access, and it was too dangerous to try and climb… but he wouldn’t have to wait long. They were usually pretty timely for coming and getting humans that wanted to get into the hive, and usually, they were kind enough not to pounce on them there and then when the humans had no chance of escape… usually.

Though a human never had a chance to escape, it seemed to respect the ‘chaotic’ and unpredictable nature of how one would end up caught in this place, and didn’t want to make a human already exhausted before any other alien got to them; they were, after all, just helping the colonist down, there was no fun in taking advantage of someone who had no other choice than to trust them… though, that wasn’t always the case. In a way, that added to the unpredictable element of the Hive.

A few moments later, he saw a shape meandering up the wall from below, jumping from one outcropping to another with effortless leaps, before bouncing over to his side of the shaft, and crawling up over the ledge onto the outcropping he himself resided. She was a bit more petite than her sisters, but that didn’t mean she was any less ‘dangerous’ than her kin. She smiled at him, and pulled him in close for a kiss, wrapping her arms and tail around him. He melted into the embrace and returned the oral affection, one of their preferred ways of greeting. She broke the kiss, licking her lips and then gesturing behind her, down into the shaft with her head. He nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I want to go down there,” he confirmed. She grinned widely, and without any further preamble, snatched him up into a cradling carry, and then proceeded to help him down the shaft.

It wasn’t long before he was finally at the bottom, where he’d be able to traverse the hive without any issues, at least as far as slopes and climbs were concerned; there were still difficult spots, and he was guaranteed to get lost. He didn’t have to worry, the xenomorphs would help him leave once he was ready… and thoroughly exhausted. The alien that helped him placed him on his feet, and pulled him into a tight embrace, another kiss stolen from his lips. This endured for a bit longer than the first one, her slimy tongue worming about around his own, until she pulled back with a soft gasp, grinning at him. He panted too, and smiled, watching her let go of his frame.

“Thanks,” he said. She giggled, and then suddenly bounded away, crawling into a hole in a wall, one of the many ‘ducts’ they used to traverse around the main tunnels, often to ambush humans that wandered down here. From this moment onwards, he was now ‘free game’, and he couldn’t get out of any attempt to violate him.

That suited him just fine. So he began to walk, heading away from the shaft, deeper into the hive. He wasn’t sure what he’d find, he’d been down here only once before… and that time, he hadn’t been down here for long. He’d never been cocooned like most of his fellow colonists, and he wondered if that would happen here… the idea excited Xander, but whatever the aliens did now was no longer entirely motivated by an end goal… instead, they were free to do as they pleased, so they followed no basic pattern anymore. Hell, he’d seen one of them learn how to play chess… they were surprisingly quick learners, though they had great difficulty in reading anything ‘flat’ so to speak; screens were a bit easier, but papers were another matter. They saw their world in ‘3D’, as one of the scientists said, but they couldn’t really discern anything ‘2D’ that didn’t have anything that showed up on their own unusual senses. That being said… they could recognise faces easily, alongside the scents of individuals.

So, he knew he was being watched the moment he came down here. The idea was when one of the xenomorphs decided to hunt him. But as he continued, he came across a collection of large eggs, sitting in the middle of the tunnel. Unlike some of the older eggs laid by the Queen — the source of all the Facehugger eggs and the Xenomorphs themselves — these ones didn’t appear to be desiccated or partially eaten… or open. They were fresh. And of course, he remembered that there was something else these eggs could contain… an unusual organism, one he nonetheless knew could send a man insane.

He saw it last time he was here… some sort of milking tentacle, one that would emerge from these eggs, latch onto a cock and swallow it whole, and suck it dry. He admitted, it was something of a frightening image… and at the same time, he was very much intrigued and aroused by the idea. He moved closer to the eggs, wondering what would happen, when there was a sudden, slick ‘smacking’ sound, like an organic click. He paused, and saw the petal-like flaps that composed the opening of the nearest egg twitch slightly… and from there on, a sweet, enticing aroma emanated from it. He took a cautious step closer, and the opening seemed to loosen, the gaps growing more apparent between the petals.

Another step, and slowly, the petals began to splay wide, opening up to the air and revealing the slimy contents within… but there was no facehugger in this one, waiting to latch onto him. Rather, a thick, but nonetheless flexible, appendage uncoiled from the depths, rising up like some obscene serpent, the tip a contracting, quivering orifice that Xander could see was lined with numerous, stimulating bumps and tendrils, all meant to induce intense pleasure in the recipient. No doubt, any man that was unfortunate enough to be cocooned with this sort of egg placed before him… or in this case, a certain janitor who looked about as though what he was about to do was considered deeply repulsive… but nothing down here was going to judge him, and as weird as it was, even to him, his curiosity was just too strong… and there was nothing that could really happen to him; nothing that came from these aliens seemed to be truly dangerous to humans. He fished into his pants, unbuckling his belt and loosening his trousers so he could comfortably pull out his cock, gently stroking it to get it hard.

It took a little bit longer, the ‘material’ he had to work with before him not exactly the most erotic in the world… but that orifice looked incredibly inviting, and the tentacle seemed ‘drawn’ to him. He wondered if this thing had a proper brain, or if it was more like a plant, or a hybrid thereof. He stepped closer, dick in hand, peeling back his foreskin and waving it about; the sweet aroma grew stronger as the tentacle arched closer to his manhood… until he felt his glans swallowed, the orifice immediately closing tightly around his tip, causing him to grunt.

“A lot… firmer than I was expecting,” he admitted, feeling the tentacle slowly ‘creep’ up his cock, swallowing it bit by bit. Whatever this lecherous thing was, it seemed entirely intended to milk men dry… perhaps there’d be nothing left for other aliens to enjoy, and they’d have to carry him back to the colony for rest. He shrugged; if that’s the way it was, that’s the way it was. He then smirked, and shuffled forward, allowing the tentacle to further swallow his cock. He let go of his member, the length now firmly ‘in hand’ so to speak. He moved to instead grasp the head of the tentacle, though that was easier said than done, the fleshy surface rather slimy and hard to grasp. His grip was lost a few times on the slippery organ, but he eventually had it held nice and firmly in his hands, like some sex toy he was about to hump.

With how intensely it was already suckling, he suspected that he’d end up bucking simply out of instinct; the nubs were grinding to his sensitive flesh, and the walls were contracting and rippling in waves, far more intensely than even the xenomorphs could perform, gripping tightly around his shaft and imparting a potent, powerful suction, all whilst constantly lubricating his shaft with a slimy substance, ensuring he’d never be rubbed raw by the constant roiling of the tentacle’s flesh. A groan left Xander’s lips, but he stood his ground; since the entire union between the two races, he’d been motivated to get fitter, hitting the gym and ‘hitting’ these lovely ladies, discovering that sex with some of the more vigorous specimens… was quite a thorough workout.

But it was a workout that he never dreaded, or complained about the aching afterwards… it all felt rather nice, despite the soreness. He’d need it to stay upright now, the intense suckling of the tentacle starting to make his legs quiver already. It didn’t pump back and forth along his member… it didn’t need to, the flesh within able to shift and ripple enough on its own to thoroughly stimulate the man, the numerous tendrils directly attacking his glans, sensitive and vulnerable. A loud gasp left him, and he widened his stance for stability.

Heated breaths left his mouth, and he held onto the suckling tentacle, too delighted to want to pull it off, yet still worried it might somehow slip off… and also so he could thrust into it if he pleased.

“Fuck…” he remarked, pushing his cock into the organ and starting to thrust a little bit, though it didn’t change how far along it swallowed its cock, the edge still wrapped firmly around his root. He felt his testicles slapping up against the lower edge of the tubular organism, feeling the constant ‘ooze’ it practically drooled from the opening. Such lecherous slurping sounds filled his ear, and he was feeling more and more sensitive by the moment. The alien tentacle was indeed efficient, and didn’t need the added stimulation of his bucking to make him moan.

He shifted, and thrust even harder than before, panting loudly, starting to sweat. His first orgasm was close, he could feel it in his loins, a pressure beginning to build.

“Goddamn… and there were guys stuck to a wall enduring this?” he remarked, though he reminded himself that, even if he was standing free, even if he was not stuck to a wall and had his hands around this thing… he wasn’t any less trapped than they were; it wasn’t going to let him go until it had drained him. By how much, he couldn’t answer… certainly perhaps enough to make him pass out, but he knew he wouldn’t die.

But he knew he’d feel completely exhausted if this thing decided to milk him to such fatigue, the suction intensifying, the debauched slurping he heard around his cock causing him to really lose control.

“Ah shit… feels way too damn good,” he commented, feeling himself nearing his first orgasm. Precum was oozing from his tip, and it was being drawn from his tip immediately, like his cock was a straw. He gasped, and leant over the tentacle, starting to put his weight on it for support… and even then, that didn’t seem to phase the tendril, keeping his weight from crushing it without any issue. It continued to gently suckle, though the stimulation was still intense, feeling all those perfectly formed bumps and tendrils attack his most sensitive parts, rubbing along his glans, its corona, and the area beneath the ridge.

He shuddered, a lustful convulsion running through his body, whilst powerful stimulation burned his cock, despite the constant lubrication the tentacle secreted. He wondered if there was an alien watching him now, smirking at his lechery… even if there was, he wouldn’t see it if it wanted to hide. So, he just continued to pump his hips slowly into the tentacle milking his cock. As much as he knew this was weird, he just couldn’t get enough of the intense slurping suction that this thing was imparting on his penis. He was ready to blow, and he spread his legs a little wider in anticipation.

Not long after that, he was brought over the edge by the tendril, the tightly clenching, rippling flesh drawing out an ejaculation as Xander moaned, gasping and shuddering, bucking into the orifice as he pumped his seed into its hungry maw. It gulped down the semen without any delay, small bulges forming on the exterior of the thick tendril, making it seem as though it was collecting far larger amounts of his essence than he was actually producing. Each almost unnoticeable bump was drawn into the open egg, collected for later. He wondered what they needed these things for… perhaps they were simply to break men in. If so, they were very good at it.

The suction died down for a brief moment, but when he was in the final moments of his climax, during the last few spurts he shot from his cock, the tentacle began to suckle again, making him groan hard in pleasure.

“Ah fuck… I knew this thing wasn’t going to let up after one…” he remarked, though he held his ground, making sure he didn’t simply topple over from the intensity of the relentless pleasure. He was sensitive from his orgasm, so to come under attack by the tentacle just moments after, and with no less intensity at that, meant things seemed far more stimulating than before.

He shivered constantly, and panted, starting to sweat as the tentacle drew him closer to another climax. Whatever this thing’s purpose beyond milking men, it didn’t quite matter to him now. He could feel pressure beginning to build inside him already, the lack of respite meaning he had no chance to rebuild his resilience. Soon, he was cumming again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Experimentally, he pulled and pushed at the tentacle, trying to see if he could pry it off… but the thing only clenched down tighter and imparted an even slicker, more potent suction, causing him to groan, almost doubling over the debauched organ. His heated breaths came frequently, and he shivered and tried to survive the endless pleasure.

“Damn… these things… sure don’t… let up…” he muttered, his grip on the tentacle loosening up as he found himself unable to maintain his strength. Soon, he was teetering at the edge of another orgasm, the slimy rippling of bumpy flesh against his member more than enough to tantalise him.

He shifted about, and felt his balls tug tightly towards his body, a sign of his approaching orgasm… before he found himself crying out sharply, dropping to his knees as he came again, pumping thick loads of semen into the milking tentacle. It didn’t relent this time, and he groaned as though he was in pain, and was almost feeling it too. He still didn’t regret doing this, though he couldn’t deny he wasn’t a little worried… but before the tentacle could really get any further, he heard a soft hissing behind him, and stepping into view was a xenomorph, strolling seductively up beside him, before it reached out to caress his cheek with a fingertip, ‘looking’ at him with a devious expression.

It then turned its attention to the tentacle latched to his cock, and stroked its finger along its ‘back’, so to speak. Xander felt the organ loosen up, and then slowly pull back into the egg with a debauched, slick sound, the petals folding inwards once more, the egg now closed yet again. Xander panted on the ground, his cock completely slick with gooey slime. It tingled a little, feeling a bit cold in the damp of the cave. He looked up to the alien, and chuckled.

“Heh… thanks… I guess,” he said; as much as he was ready to let himself be milked into submission by this thing, it was a bit of relief to be freed from it… he’d experienced it once, he now properly knew what he’d be in for if he ever decided he wanted to go all the way and let himself ‘fall victim’ to one of these tentacles.

But, this alien had only freed him for its own devices, and he knew that. It once more turned its attention to him, purring gutturally. It cocked its head at him, watching his panting form, coming to certain decisions in its mind, before he suddenly found its tail snaking around his body. He gulped and shivered as it brought him to his feet, his cock still hanging out of his pants, and soon brought its arms to wrap around his body, holding his face into her bust. He sighed out, and then looked to the alien beauty from up between her breasts. She smiled, and stroked the back of his head, before she pulled him away from her chest, licking her lips.

There was a series of alien chirps from her lips, before she grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it gently… presenting the erect nipple to him, rubbing it to his lips. He smiled, knowing an offer when he saw — and felt — one, and without hesitance, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, flicking the nub a few times and prompting the alien to hiss in delight. He did this for a little bit, not bringing his mouth to her mound just yet, even as she released it so he had total freedom over it. He ran his hands up and down the back of her body, whilst she held one hand to the back of his head, and slipped the other down beneath his pants to grope his buttocks, squeezing possessively.

He shivered softly, before finally clasping his lips around her areola. His tongue continued to flicker against her nipple, teasing and stimulating it, whilst he began to suckle, trying to coax the milk he knew they all had to flow. It wasn’t long before he tasted the first dribble of that creamy substance, only encouraging him to suckle even more vigorously than before, gulping down her nectar as the flow grew more profuse. She hissed softly, and continued to grope and hold his body, whilst Xander returned the favour. One of his hands found her glutes, and so he began to stroke and squeeze the cheek underneath his fingertips, murmuring around the alien’s breast as he drank down her milk. Perhaps she offered him the drink so she could nurture him back to strength… he was told their milk was particularly invigorating. Maybe he’d be needing it, both after what that tentacle had done, and for what was to come. He sighed and moaned out, but maintained the seal around her areola, whilst she groped and kneaded his rump.

His cock grew properly erect once more, bumping up against her thighs, precum starting to ooze from his tip. Her tail tightened up around his body, and he began to moan softly once more; it felt nice to be in her embrace, and it felt nice to make love to a xenomorph yet again. It wasn’t long since the last time he’d done so, but no matter how often he did it, it never got boring. He gulped down the alien’s milk eagerly, sighing out with each and every little smack he made against the xenomorph’s titflesh. Before long, he was finishing up a rather delightful drink, releasing the alien female’s breast with a wet pop, sighing out as he licked his lips.

“Mmm… now that is some nice stuff… you know… I wouldn’t mind if we went a little further~” he said with a teasing tone.

The alien cocked her head at him, and then grinned wickedly, suddenly picking him up and firmly ‘slamming’ him against a wall — not too hard, but enough to just slightly wind him. He gasped out, and then looked to the female, as she leaned in close to run her tongue slowly and slimily along his neck, making him shiver. His cock throbbed in response, before it was imprisoned by one of her hands, the chitinous digits wrapping around his length, her thumb pressing to his glans. She began to stroke him slowly, whilst sealing any further cries from his mouth with a deep kiss, tongue worming into his throat almost immediately. Xander instantly loosened up, a shudder leaving his mouth as the tongue wormed about in his throat.

‘God… her tongue…’ he thought. It was so very incredible to feel their tongues, regardless of what they were doing; the inhuman length and flexibility they possessed was something beyond what he could’ve tolerated, that was for absolute certain, and it made anything they did with their tongues truly tantalising. She broke the kiss, her tongue trailing out of her mouth, Xander shivering at the feeling of the muscle gliding over the flesh of his throat, his tongue, and his lips as it withdrew from his maw, the alien moving to lap and suckle to his neck almost immediately after ending the kiss.

“Aw shit…” he gasped, breathing into the air as he felt the xenomorph gently nibble on his neck, the alien softly scraping her teeth across his skin. It felt like he was the prey of some vampire, the alien suckling to his neck. She didn’t bite hard, but it certainly ‘subdued’ him, even as she stroked him off slowly. His hands were free, but he wasn’t sure where to grasp, her breasts squashing to his torso. Xander wasn’t sure what she had planned, but with her tail wrapped around his body and one hand holding him by the head whilst the other stroked his cock, there was absolutely nothing he could do to resist her touch. He was totally at her mercy… and he was loving it.

Eventually, she pulled away from his neck, and slowly pushed him up the wall, careful not to make it too unpleasant for him. His cock grinded up against her body, the glans gliding along her skin, passing up between her breasts until it bumped against her chin… before she unfurled her tongue and let it slither out, coiling around his manhood from tip to root, wrapping around his balls in the process. A grunt left Xander’s lips, and he looked down, to the best of his ability, to look at his junk, completely wrapped up in the female’s oily tongue, the inky flesh squeezing tightly, slowly starting to ripple up and down his mast now.

He groaned and gasped softly, but it wasn’t long before he was moaning properly, her tongue fondling his balls before stroking up and down, the slimy muscle easily taking control of his cock, whilst her mouth lay open tantalisingly before his tip, just aching to be inserted into that hungry maw. She was teasing him, but with his body lifted high up the wall, he couldn’t do a thing about it, save perhaps try to grab her head… but with her tail in the way, it would’ve made it difficult to grasp… especially since it was likely she didn’t want him getting any grasp on her. She shivered softly, growling in pleasure and inching her lips closer towards his tip, even as her tongue teased and pumped up and down his mast, stroking over the contours of his various veins and blood vessels.

It was then that he saw her inner mouth slowly extend, her oily tongue emerging from the rigid, fleshy organ, acting as a throat for her. He wanted to buck into that orifice so badly, but she was holding him back, her hands to his hips and holding them in place. She wanted to devour him without his interference. But first, she intended to tease him a little, letting her tongue stroke and surround his cock first, coiling and slipping about his girth and tantalising him with the unique feeling, her hand moving to stroke and fondle his balls alongside the tip of her tongue. He winced, and struggled playfully in the tail’s grasp.

“You know… nnf… you don’t have to hold me down…” he remarked, though he knew it wasn’t a case of necessity… aliens just enjoyed pinning down their ‘prey’, dominating them and making them feel so very stimulated and intense. She licked her lips in an odd way, doing so with a fold of her tongue, wetting her lips around the inner organ, which made a few ‘threatening’ motions towards his testicles, the secondary mouth clenching its jaws a few times. It wouldn’t be long at all before he was being pulled into that throat of hers… and indeed, within a few moments after that thought, he found his glans swallowed by the rigid inner mouth, which gently ‘nibbled’ on his glans, imparting an intense suction onto his tip.

“Mmmph,” he grunted, holding onto the length of tail wrapped around his torso, gripping firmly as she held him up with her tail, holding on firmly. He wasn’t going anywhere, and with each passing moment, he felt the oral getting more aggressive, serving only to further tantalise him.

“You’re gonna… make me cum,” he warned, which only made the alien push its inner mouth firmly down upon his cock, slowly swallowing his member, even as the alien’s tongue continued to pump up and down his manhood, threatening to swallow his cock entirely, and before long, the jaws of the inner mouth had reached the root of his cock, imprisoning his manhood in the tight flesh of the alien’s inner mouth.

He had no defence against this, the tongue wound tightly around his girth only adding to the pressure exerted on his shaft, compounded by the lecherous suckling he began to feel. The alien’s lips hadn’t even closed around his mast, and already, he could feel the walls of her ‘throat’ rippling around his length, threatening to make him cum sooner rather than later. Whatever this alien had planned, he was not going to get away until she had her fill.

His cock was still sensitive from the orgasm as well, and it wasn’t long before the alien slowly dropped her head down onto his mast itself, her lips sliding over her own inner maw. Though he couldn’t feel her lips against his flesh, he knew how they used both jaws to stimulate a man’s cock… that was one of their other special techniques, and he knew he was about to be subjected to it. He shifted about helplessly, the alien keeping his hips pinned to the wall, ensuring he couldn’t buck into her body. Soon, he couldn’t even see her inner mouth, obscured by her luscious lips, which wrapped tightly around his root, just round the tip of her secondary jaw.

He sighed out softly, and watched as the alien waited, ready to properly ‘feast’ on his cock… he knew how things worked with them. He was anxious to see and feel the alien begin to work him… he didn’t have to wait long. The alien pulled her head back, until her mouth had left the relative ‘tip’ of his cock behind, since his length was still buried in her inner jaw. He sighed out… and watched as she began to pump her secondary jaw back and forth, murmuring gutturally and sending vibrations through its flesh and into his manhood. He groaned softly, and continued to observe.

The alien picked up the pace, pumping her inner mouth a bit more quickly, whilst the female’s head began to twist from side to side gently, causing her secondary jaw to do the same. All the while, he still felt that alien’s tongue wrapped around his cock, the wound muscle becoming visible whenever she recoiled her inner maw and revealed it. It made his cock twitch with eager need, a warning that he was going to explode at any minute if this kept up.

He couldn’t possibly deny her, but for now, her ministrations seemed to be slow and gentle, not so little that it kept him on edge, but not enough that he’d be forced over it in any short order… but the pressure was building, and he couldn’t get over how surreal and freaky, yet intensely erotic the view he had was, seeing this rigid, secondary mouth pump up and down his length, slimy and fleshy, tightly clenching his cock in its slippery prison, whilst the firmer jaws at the tip kept him held within the tubular organ, the set of hollow teeth that flanked the corners of each mandible ever so gently tracing along his skin, the alien making sure not to bite down too tightly, whilst worming its tongue in a twisting fashion around his cock, squeezing and pumping his girth. He shivered and twisted about, his hands losing grip on her tail for a brief moment, whilst the alien fondled his balls.

“Fuck… I’m going to make a mess of your throat at this rate,” he remarked, pausing a moment to reflect on how stupid that sounded. But, he was having a hard time stringing together sentences that didn’t sound cringey, not with how nice and strange it felt to have her mouth tantalising his cock. He shifted about vigorously, and groaned at this being’s intense lock on his manhood. But soon enough, it seemed she started to get impatient, moving to glide her lips over her inner jaw, until they came to rest upon the root of his member, the inner mouth pulling back slightly to allow her sensuous oral folds to clasp around his girth. It made him shiver, gently pushing his hips into her mouth; he knew what was coming next, the alien readying to give him that signature ‘double blowjob’ they were so renowned for amongst the male colonists.

Her inner mouth began to withdraw to his tip, and not long after, her lips started moving as well, gliding over his flesh between the gaps of her still-coiled tongue, the muscle now simply staying still and opting to squeeze him gently repeatedly, whilst the rest of her oral tools tantalised him with movement. He felt her inner mouth grind firmly down his glans, until it slipped off, leaving her to gently glide her lips over his tip like she was giving it a sensuous kiss, the barest tip contained between her oral folds… before she pushed her head forward once again, and that tight maw of hers followed, swallowing his member all over again, moving just an inch behind her lips and meeting them when her oral folds closed around his girth. And then it repeated, the alien gently twisting her head, angling his cock slightly and relentlessly massaging his testicles in order to make slight changes to the stimulation.

But in all honesty, she didn’t need to do so; just the feeling of two different mouths sliding up and down his cock at once was incredibly stimulating, and as she grew faster and faster, he knew that he was building to yet another explosive orgasm. He just simply couldn’t resist the alien’s erotic fellatio.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” he warned, the janitor flailing helplessly above the ground, pinned against the wall by her coiled tail. She twisted her head a little bit more in each direction now, and at a slightly faster speed, reciprocating her head from side to side as she pumped both her lips and her inner mouth up and down his length. They didn’t alternate in motion, keeping the pattern which provided the most stimulation; it wouldn’t do to have her lips gliding over her own inner mouth.

Precum oozed into her ‘throat’, and she was murmuring in delight because of it. Which, naturally, caused vibrations to course through her flesh and thrum against his member. He panted vigorously, gritting his teeth. And then, he moaned loudly, weakly bucking his hips into her mouth as orgasm wracked him, pumping his seed into her throat as she slammed her lips and her inner mouth all the way to his root. He released just as much as he had with that tentacle, surprising given how intensely that thing had milked him. She used her tongue to stroke him once more, milking him of every last drop. He struggled involuntarily as the pleasure of climax coursed through his form.

“Fuck me…” he moaned, feeling his orgasm slowly fade as the alien drained him of essence, like some demon sapping him of life. Eventually, she released his cock from her mouth, first pulling back her inner maw, and then sliding her lips over his cock with a deliberate slowness, letting him feel every inch being caressed by her sensuous lips, whilst her tongue remained tightly wound around his girth, gently stroking him to milk any lingering dribbles of seed from his manhood. After the last few dribbles were tugged into her hungry mouth, so too did her muscle recoil back into her oral cavity, the tip drawing along her lips slowly and sensuously, the alien clearly having enjoyed its ‘meal’. It gently pecked his glans before ‘looking’ up at him with a smirk, opening its mouth and revealing it to be completely clean of any residual semen… they were good at that, especially since the majority of any ejaculation a man made into their mouth went down their inner maws… very little chance for spillage when a man was almost having his cum sucked up through a straw. That’s often how it felt with these creatures.

She let him down slowly, letting the wobbles in his legs dissipate before letting him take the weight fully. He still almost buckled, but he held his ground, avoiding an unpleasant meeting with the ground. The alien looked at him with lust on her lips, smirking and grinning deviously. She stepped closer, her tail winding around behind his back to prevent him backstepping… not that he could with a wall so close behind. She loomed in near, and then chortled in her own alien way, and started grabbing at his wrists, and marching him away, letting go of one of his arms and doing up his pants so that he was dressed. And then, she pointed to a cavern, a tunnel wending its way through the rock, dark and uncertain. She released him, and then told him to walk that way… not in such clear-cut terms, but her pointing finger and walking gesture was clear enough to him. He nodded, and then looked towards the darkened cave, noting its lack of luminescent crystals… a perfect place for a human to be hunted by such masters of the dark.

Xander was admittedly nervous, but he had a spark in him, the alien’s milk certainly returning to him some vigour. His cock was also uncomfortably tight in his pants, but it was beginning to soften… just a little. He was still thoroughly aroused, and he knew for a fact that he wasn’t about to ‘escape’ this place… that would be too easy. He took a few steps towards the tunnel, and then looked back when he heard scraping noises… and found the alien gone. They were quick, he gave them that much… and now, he was officially hunted. He squared his shoulders, turned his attention back to the cave, and made his way through it, being careful not to trip over the uneven surface the resin-covered ground presented.

He looked about as the light from the previous tunnel faded, noting that there was a bend in the passage… soon, he was only able to see a few feet in front of him, thanks to some dull crystals… he wondered if they were placed there deliberately by the xenomorphs so that humans weren’t completely without aid in the dark… no doubt, they wanted their ‘prey’ to be able to make at least some headway in a chase… they likely thought it boring to immediately succeed in a hunt.

As he continued deeper, he began to hear sounds, borne aloft on the gentle breezes that flowed through the caverns… scraping, ever so quiet hisses… he was being hunted now. He quickened his pace, trying his best to seem nervous and afraid. He’d talked to some of his fellows before, that’d come down here to be ‘hunted’… the more afraid you pretended to be, the more the aliens liked it… though nothing compared to the genuine terror during the first infestation, apparently, but that can’t happen again… so a bit of ‘roleplay’ was the next best thing. He began to pant, making sure he toed the balance between fearful breathing and hyperventilating; even fake, the latter was rather unpleasant. He started scrambling up slopes, and the more fearful he made himself seem, the more the sounds seem to close in on him, getting louder.