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Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03

"Alicia, Alicia, come in! Come on, tell me you're still there!" Taylor's voice crackled urgently over the radio.

The blonde-haired marine snatched it up from beside the security console and quickly responded back.

"Yeah Taylor, do you copy? What's your position?" Alicia huffed into her com set.

"I just showed up at residential complex D. The door's locked and my bypass module can't crack the damn thing because someone sealed the door from the inside. I'm guessing that was you," Taylor replied.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. "Affirmative; I had to keep myself bunkered down here good and tight after I got the power back on. Couldn't risk any of the bugs getting in here," she said.

"Roger that. But, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to have this door open soon before any unwelcome guests come knocking."

"Oh shit yeah, sorry," Alicia mumbled, quickly scanning her eyes over the security console.

She fiddled with a few buttons and looked up at the wall of security cams in front of her. To the far left, a black and white video feed of a single marine impatiently waiting by a metal door into the building was seen.

"Alright I've got eyes on you. Someone down there looks a little nervous," she chuckled into her radio, staring at the security cam.

"Gee, you think? As much as I'd like to admire the beautiful exterior of this building a little longer I think I'd rather be indoors now. Like now now would be preferable," Taylor grunted back.

"Alright, alright, stand by. I'm unsealing the door. Be ready," she said to him.

She tapped away at the center keyboard of the console, occasionally looking back at security cam for any signs of trouble. On the cam, Taylor had his back pressed against the metal door as he was warily directing the beam of his flashlight in every direction of the barren street. Alicia typed in the final verification code into the console and with a loud pinging noise, the security system temporarily deactivated.

"Ok, the system is down for a few moments. Start the bypass and that door should open," said Alicia.

"Ugh great," Taylor sighed into the radio. "Watch my back while I do this would you?"

"I've got a fix on you. Just get that door open ASAP."

Taylor hooked up his electronic bypass module to the door mechanism. He diligently began splicing together red wires from his module to green wires on the door mechanism as Alicia intently watched him on the security cam. Halfway through the process, both Taylor and Alicia jerked up in their respective locations as the screech of a terrifying xenomorph rang through the street adjacent to Taylor.

"Speed it up Private, that's an order," Alicia chided into the radio.

"Almost done, almost done!" Taylor grumbled back urgently as he spliced the last few wires together. After that, he typed in several codes on his module. Finally, the metal door drew open as the screeches of the xenomorphs grew louder.

"Get inside quick, I'm sealing the door!" Alicia urged, already beginning to type in the code that would bring the security network back online.

Taylor scrambled to gather his module and stow it away back into the satchel slung over his shoulder. He then practically dove in through the doors, moving to manually close them behind him. As the doors slammed shut, a clicking noise was heard as Alicia reactivated the locks from the security room.

"Alright I'm in. What's your position?" he asked her.

"Third floor, security room 4," she replied. "There's a stairwell straight ahead that can take you to the third floor. From there, make a left, a sharp right, another right, and then go straight to the end of the hall."

Taylor took a deep breath and moved through the cold, desolate corridors of the building, guiding his way with the handy flashlight as he went. All the while, Alicia watched each of the cams carefully, looking for even the faintest sign of movement.

"So...were there a lot of xenos in this building when you came in?" Taylor asked into the radio as quietly as he could.

"No, not very many. Rodrigo and Pyle got snatched up by the xenos outside before I got to this building. I only had to kill a few xenos once I got in here and then I was mostly home free," she responded.

"Mostly?" Taylor asked as he reached the stairwell.

Alicia bit her lip as she thought about the unprecedented encounter that she had had not a half hour ago. She initially felt inclined to mention what had happened between her and the mysterious humanoid alien, but eventually decided against it. Taylor didn't need to be informed about the other species and he definitely didn't need to know about what Alicia had done with one of them.

"Umm yeah, mostly. There were a few xenos in the security center when I showed up but I wasted them so it was no issue," Alicia replied hesitantly.

"Well that's good," Taylor huffed as he dashed through the halls of the building.

After a few minutes, Taylor had ascended the stairwell and had finally navigated his way to the security center. He looked up and gave a casual wave to the security cam looking down on him outside the room.

"Peek-a-boo," she laughed, "Gimme one sec, I'll get that door open for you."

She typed in yet another code into her console before the door to her room slid open. The black-haired marine stepped his way inside as the door automatically slammed shut behind him. Taylor let out a ragged sigh of relief at his newfound sanctuary, slipping the satchel off of his back and dropping it to the floor.

"Freedom!" Taylor jokingly gasped, falling to his knees and kissing the floor of the security room.

Alicia laughed, putting her radio aside as looked over the security cams one more time. Taylor got back on his feet and stretched himself out as he turned to her. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked at his fellow marine.

He now realized that Alicia was completely missing her pants. Her finely toned legs were bare and uncloaked as were the globes of her ass. A pair of grey panties was the only physical shield to her nestled treasures from Taylor's greedy eyes wandering over her legs and rear end. Alicia didn't even seem to notice that Taylor was ogling her backside until she turned to face him.

"Erm, Corporal," he coughed, averting his eyes. "What happened to your dungarees?" he asked her.

Alicia looked down at herself, blushing. Somehow she had completely forgotten about the loss of her pants in her "struggle" with the Predator. She looked back up at Taylor who was staring back at her with a raised eyebrow.

"L-, long story," she mumbled. "Xeno took a slash at me and shredded away the whole bottom part. It's a bit disgraceful I know, but hey, I'm still alive aren't I?" she lied, her grin complimenting it.

Taylor nodded slowly, his eyes still tracing over her voluptuously sculpted legs. Alicia smirked, snapping her fingers to grab his attention.

"Focus, Private. So, what the hell took you so long to get here?" she asked. Now the tables had turned and he was put in the same spotlight she had just been put in.

Taylor gulped in response. Just as his brief surge of arousal was starting to dissipate, it quickly resurfaced again as he thought to his own unusual experience with the female Predator in the central garage in the industrial complex. Unaware that Alicia herself had been in a nearly identical situation with one of the humanoid aliens, Taylor tried to keep his own activities from the other side of the colony concealed from her.

"Well...I...I tried to cut a shortcut through the southern motor pool but there was a hive of those eggs infesting it. So...I had to take the long way around to get back to you," he said to her, hoping that she would buy his excuse.

Alicia stared at him for a moment with arms crossed, trying to read his expression. Truthfully, as his superior officer, she always enjoyed making him squirm under stress. Taylor stood there rubbing his arms uncomfortably before she finally nodded in acceptance of his excuse with a smile. Outside of Alicia's view, Taylor pushed off the concealed hunting knife that the Predator had given him to the back of his belt so that she couldn't see it.

Taylor drew up his pack in order to change the subject. "I've got a spare pair of dungarees in my bag. Keep in mind they're not your size so they may be a bit baggy. Better then nothing though; it's not exactly warm on this dump," he said.

He drew out the extra pair of grey pants that he had stowed away and tossed them over to her. She caught them abruptly and rung them out, looking at them intently.

"Why do you carry extra dungarees with you? You don't soil yourself during combat do you?" she asked with a grin.

Taylor smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? I don't possess half the backbone that you do," he replied, eliciting a laugh from her. "No, I've always brought an extra pair of dungarees after that revolt on Freya. Remember all those tropical storms?"

She shuddered. "As if I could forget. I looked like someone water-boarded me after we got back from that mission."

Alicia slipped her legs into the dungarees that Taylor had given her, pulling them up to her waist as Taylor turned to take account of his items. Alicia looked up at him as she buckled herself up.

"By the way, where's your weapon?" she asked.

Finally, a question that he could answer truthfully. "One of those fuckin xenos charged me earlier. I fired off a few rounds but it got into melee with me anyway. When I shot it in the head, its blood splattered and melted away the entire muzzle of my pulse rifle. After that, it was just dead weight and there was no point of haulin' it around anymore," he explained.

She nodded. "Fine, grab a replacement from the weapon locker behind me. I think there's a couple in there with a few clips," Alicia said as she laced up her boots.

Taylor worked his way around her and drew open doors of the metal weapon locker against the back wall. He pulled out one of the two pulse rifles from inside and inspected the gun from muzzle to butt. This one appeared to be a slightly-rusty, older model that had apparently seen better days. It would have to do though. He slung it over his right shoulder and began stocking up on the spare ammo clips, putting them into the pack on his left shoulder.

As he was arming himself, he turned back toward Alicia who was pocketing her radio. "Where are we heading off to now?" he asked her.

She made a motion to the shattered window. "This position is compromised now. We should head for the central admin building. There's another security center there where we can bunker down for a while."

Taylor frowned. "I would have thought that we would make for the nearest shuttle bay to try to get off this dump."

Alicia shook her head. "It will be dark soon, and those things will be scrambling all over this colony. Our best bet will be to lay low at admin until morning. Then we can head off for the shuttle bay and pray that there's an operational shuttle still there," she replied.

Taylor nodded in agreement as he finished with his gear and locked and loaded his rifle. "Ready to kick ass when you are," he said.

Alicia gripped her pulse rifle in one hand and motion tracker in the other. She nodded for the door. "Let's move," she ordered.

Alicia moving first with Taylor close behind her, the two battle-ready marines crept for the door to the security room and cautiously drew it open. As the door hissed open, Taylor directed his rifle and its underslung flashlight across the corridor in front of them. There was no sign of movement or any noises to be heard from the motion tracker. They both let out deep breaths as Alicia motioned for them to make for the stairwell down to the lower levels.

The subsequent time of moving through the building was a tedious routine of Alicia guiding them through the corridors with the motion tracker while Taylor shined his light and rifle into every barren office and bedroom that they passed. Despite the fact that the building appeared to be mostly clear of xenos, they did on one occasion accidentally stumble upon an office with several facehuggers skittering around.

The little spider-like aliens had turned for the door that the two shocked marines stood at and lunged for them, desperately seeking a human host. Quick reflexes on Taylor's part caused the door to the room to be slammed shut before the facehuggers could get to either him or Alicia. From that point on, the two kept even a more wary watch of their surroundings with guns at the ready.

Eventually they found themselves back at the entrance door that Taylor had come through earlier. Taylor slung his weapon over his shoulder and moved to manually pry the doors open. With a nod from Alicia, Taylor drew the doors open with a hissing sound as Alicia braced for a xeno confrontation on the other side.

Both of them jolted in surprise as when they stepped out onto the street of the colony, they were met with a reception of a dozen xenomorph corpses littering the street. Some of the black skeleton-like aliens were missing their heads, others missing tails, arms or other limbs, and others were simply reduced to a pulpy, sizzling puddle of acidic blood.

The Predators had obviously been quite busy during the time that Taylor had rejoined with Alicia. Both of the marines suspected that the Predators had surely caused this display of slaughter before them although they weren't really displeased with the results. Alicia and Taylor both looked at each other for a moment and shrugged, before Alicia made a motion with her head to keep moving.

"C'mon, admin is a click to the northwest," she said.

Taylor nodded and started moving. The two marines kept their distance from the smoldering xeno corpses as they bypassed around them and made their way through the abandoned street straight ahead. On either side of the residential block, metal doors were wide open, as if each of their colonist occupants had been abducted right out of their homes. This ominous ghost-town atmosphere unnerved both Taylor and Alicia and did little to slow their hurried pace.

More than once, they got the nagging sense that they were being watched during their forbidding trek throughout the colony. Alicia's motion tracker beeped several times, but before either she or Taylor could get a fix on what was in their vicinity, the blinking immediately stopped. Sometimes, a xenomoph would openly bolt out into the open either in front of or behind them, before disappearing down an alleyway or scrambling up a building. Every time one of the creatures tauntingly came into their view, it would always flee away before they could get any shots off on it.

Half an hour of anxious colony travel led Alicia and Taylor to a large hexagonal building situated in the central plaza of the colony. At first glance the administration building looked secure enough; the emergency shutter seals over the windows and double plated doors were an indication of this. However, once the two marines began to scan their eyes over the outside of it, they noted that the two large entrance doors had been forcibly torn into from the outside. Through closer examination, it appeared that this building and its inhabitants had been under heavy siege at one point.

They approached the doors hesitantly, gulping at the revelation that not even these formidable steel barriers had prevented the xenos from breaking in. An array of crude scratch marks all over the steel doors gave way to a large hole in the middle, the metal plating bending outwards from being torn open.

Alicia ducked down onto her knees, maneuvering herself through the hole in the door followed by Taylor shortly after her. Once through the door, the two of them were crawling under what appeared to be a mountain of various metal plating, chairs, crates and other objects. After they reached the end of this, they got back onto their feet and found themselves in the main corridor of the admin building.

Taylor turned around and observed the pile of junk that they had just crawled through. The mountain of solid objects had been forced up against the main doors and welded together to form a makeshift defense in the event that the doors were somehow breached by the xenos. Apparently, judging by the tunnel that he and Alicia had crawled through, this did little to hold the xenos back after they broke through the main entrance.

Alicia and Taylor looked around the main corridor that they had crawled into. Along the metal walls, bullet holes, scorch marks and other signs of battle lingered. In their minds, both Alicia and Taylor hoped that their own defense would fair better than the failed posture that the colonists had put up here previously.

Ignoring the evidence of the fight, Alicia and Taylor moved onward through the forward corridor. Ahead of them at the end of the hall appeared to be a large central chamber lit up by the emergency generator lighting; lighting which appeared to be flickering on and off eerily.

"We're heading for central operations. From there, we'll have security cam access to the entire complex and we'll be able to map out the quickest route to the shuttles," Alicia said to Taylor.

Taylor nodded, stepping around a series of holes on the floor where a xenomorph's acidic blood had melted away the metal flooring. They continued on, warily approaching the central operations room as the emergency lighting flickered overhead. Straight ahead, there was a wall of computer monitors even larger than the one from the security station that they had been at earlier. As both marines took a passing glance around the room, they noted two adjacent rooms on either side of the one that they were in; a med-lab on the left, and an armory on the right.

Alicia made a hand motion to Taylor for him to enter the armory as she herself moved off for the med lab. Taylor nodded uncertainly, feeling slightly uncomfortable with exploring the building without a motion tracker of his own. He only hoped that the range on Alicia's motion tracker would be wide enough that she would come running if any danger befell Taylor.

Taylor stepped inside and surveyed his surroundings. The back wall had an entire row of weapon lockers similar to the one that he had retrieved his pulse rifle from. At the back of the room, there was another doorway which led to an auxiliary bunkroom and bathroom. He stepped up to this doorway and illuminated every concealed corner of the bunkroom. This, like the armory itself, appeared to be clear of xenos.

"Armory clear," Taylor said into the radio.

"Copy that. Med-lab empty too. Motion tracker is still running silent," Alicia muttered back from the radio.

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and stepped up to each of the heavy metal lockers in the armory. One by one, he opened each of them and took account of the items left behind. The first few merely contained some personal items belonging to the security personnel that had been stationed here; personal items that they would no longer need anymore. He then gave a grin of success as the next few lockers contained pulse rifles, grenades, ammunition, proximity mines, a smartgun, another motion tracker, and even two automated defense turrets.

"We hit the damned jackpot here!" Taylor exclaimed to her through the radio. "Colony security left behind a month's worth of ammo and a few other party favors, come check it out."

"On my way," Alicia responded.

Taylor went into one of the lockers, greedily pocketing grenades and ammo clips like candy on Halloween. A few moments later, Alicia walked up into the room, leaning her pulse rifle up against the door as she moved to collect supplies in a similar fashion to Taylor. In one of the farthest lockers, she noted the large briefcase-looking object and the laptop that went with it.
"Damn, you weren't kidding. Security left behind defense turrets. I wonder why they weren't already using these when the xenos were trying to bust into this building before," Alicia pondered.

Taylor shrugged, loading a pair of grenades into the underslung launcher on his rifle. "I guess their primary concern was getting the hell out of dodge. Too bad that didn't work out too well for them," Taylor stated grimly.

Alicia hefted the case out from the locker followed by its laptop. "I'll work to get one of these babies set up at the northern door. These will pack a hell of a punch in case any more xenos show up. When you're done filling up your goodie bag there," she smirked, "You do the same with the other turret at the southern door," Alicia said as she hauled the first turret out of the armory.

Taylor finished gathering his ammo as well as the newfound motion tracker. Slinging his fully-loaded rifle over his shoulder, he moved to gather up the second automated turret as well as some of the proximity mines, before scrambling out the door after Alicia.

Stepping out in the control room, he looked across the way to see that Alicia had already begun setting up defenses at the northern entrance to the circular room. She had unlocked and unfolded the case, and was in the process of setting up the Gatling gun-looking mechanism that was the turret itself. She had the gun set up in a way that it was overlooking the corridor that the xenos would most likely have to go through in order to get to them.

Taylor followed her example and moved for the corridor that they had entered through; the corridor directly opposite of the one that Alicia was setting up defenses in. He unfolded his automated turret and conducted the necessary assembly required to make it operational.

Alicia finished her construction, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow as the automated turret mechanically swiveled its barrel noisily. However, she purposely kept the turret on a passive setting for the time being so that she could safely approach the corridor in front of it. She stepped up in front of the turret and began to plant her collection of proximity mines around the corridor, being sure to space them out evenly so that they would be more effective.

Taylor paused his construction of his own turret to see Alicia planting her mines on her end of the corridor. He looked at her strangely as she had jumped up to slap one of the mines onto the metal ceiling of the corridor.

"Hey, why'd you do that?" he asked into the radio.

Alicia planted the last charge on another part of the ceiling before moving back to a safe distance. She flipped a switch on a small remote and every one of the mines that she had planted began to blink red, indicating that they were now armed.

"Xenos can climb walls, remember?" she replied, indicating the several mines she had planted on the ceiling.

"Oh...right," Taylor replied dumbly.

Alicia stepped up to her turret and began to click a series of codes into its laptop. After a few moments, the laptop and the turret simultaneously let out an audible ping, indicating that it too was now armed and ready.

Taylor finished his assembly of the turret before moving to plant his own series of proximity mines across the corridor, beginning with planting one directly in front of the massive barricade set up at the doors. Taking advantage of Alicia's idea, Taylor was sure to plant a few of the proximity charges on the ceiling as well as the floor and walls. When he finished, he moved off to finish the last few targeting calibrations on the automated turret module. With this done, Taylor admired the defenses that protected this vital choke-point. If xenos eventually found and came for them, they would certainly have to work for these victims.

He spun around to look for Alicia and saw that she was busy at the main security console. A wall of security cam monitors gave her a bird's eye view of the entire colony and in the center of the console, she had also brought up an extensive map layout of the colony that she was in the process of working her way through. When Taylor approached her, she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Come here, take a look," she said, waving him over to the console.

Taylor approached her from behind, instinctively casting a downward glance to her bum perched up at him as she leaned over the console monitor. He gulped and tried to avert his gaze from the object that she seemed to constantly taunt him with.

Ever since the awkward incident in the shower room back at the academy, he had always tried to suppress any lust he had for his corporal. This was becoming an exceedingly difficult task with her practically waving her voluptuous, curvy ass at him as if there were a bullseye painted on it.

He jolted his glance upward to see if Alicia had taken notice of his peeping and, sure enough, she was looking over her shoulder still, grinning at his mischievous glances.

That tease! He should've known she was bending over like that purposely.

He shook his head and looked up at the map layout. Alicia gave him another slight smirk before meeting his gaze at the console.

"Alright, we're here," she began, pointing to the hexagonal building in the center of the map. "And it looks like the only other shuttle bay is here; at the far end of the industrial reactor," she continued, pointing now to a large, complex-looking building to the far east of where they resided now.

Taylor nodded his head. "Seems simple enough; just gotta head two or three clicks to the east, cut a path through the reactor, grab one of the spare operations shuttles, get back up into orbit, nuke this entire xeno clusterfuck, and be back off to Earth in time for chow," Taylor replied enthusiastically.

Alicia rolled her eyes, blowing a blond hair out her face with a sigh. "I love the optimism here, but there's a major flaw in that plan."

To elaborate further, she cycled through the security cams until several of them showed a multitude of xenomorphs scrambling around in a frenzy.

"This here," she said, referring to the location on the cam, "Is the reactor; the same one we have to go through in order to get our lift off of this planet. The entire place looks to be littered with xenos."

Taylor cursed under his breath. "So...to get off this dump, we have to go straight into the xeno hive? That's what you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying," Alicia replied blankly.

He sighed. "Well that's just peachy."

She grinned at him. "Well look on the bright side; at least we'll have plenty of friends to see us off when we leave," she chuckled, eliciting a feigned grin from Taylor. "In any case, we'll head on up there in the morning. For now, we should stay bunkered down here where we've got defenses set up. Hopefully, we won't even have to use them."

"Alright, so...now we wait?" asked Taylor.

"And now we wait," she repeated.

Alicia sat herself down at the console and began to watch the monitors, being sure to keep tabs on which parts of the colony seemed to have the highest concentration of xenos. Taylor meanwhile had walked off into the med-lab, retrieving one after the other, two foldable sleeping cots. Be brought both of them back into the central operations room and set them down in the middle, being sure to bring back a couple spare pillows to go with them as well.

Alicia rested her chin on the console desk, half-heartedly tapping away at the security monitor. Taylor had meanwhile fallen back onto one of the cots, letting out a relaxed sigh as he relished the opportunity to finally lie down. He shut his eyes and felt himself slipping away into sleep before he was interrupted by Alicia approaching him. He squinted up at her as she lowered herself down to his bag beside the cot.

"Got any water left? I'm thirsty as fuck," she asked.

Taylor nodded, pointing to the left pouch on his bag. "Yeah, go ahead," he said, closing his eyes again.

Alicia sifted through his satchel, bringing out two of the metal canteens that she found in there. She popped the cap off of one of them, taking down several gulps of water from it. She put it down and held the other canteen in her hand, looking at it incredulously.

"What's in the other one?" she asked him.

Taylor opened up his eyes again and looked down at the canteen. His eyes then lit up slightly with realization. "Erm...nothing...more water, that's all."

Alicia grinned. "Bullshit; you've got booze in here don't you? Drinking on the job huh?" she tsked, "That's pretty low, private."

He smirked, "You gonna court martial me?"

"If you don't give me some of that, I sure as hell will," she laughed, unscrewing the cap and taking a couple sips of it. She then handed it over to him who gladly took a drink of his own from it.

"You're alright, Taylor," she said with a smile, nodding her thanks for the drink.

The next hour consisted of the two marines passing around the liquor canteen, taking small sips of it each time as if it were their last drink that they were trying to desperately conserve. All the while they reminisced and joked about past experiences at and before the marine academy. They kept their pulse rifles and motion trackers near them in the event of an unexpected xeno arrival at the admin building.

Taylor stifled a laugh at Alicia's most recent comment. "I know right?! I swear to god, if a crazy bastard like that can make it into the marines, anyone can!" He then took another sip of the canteen before passing it back to Alicia.

Alicia laughed herself, accepting the canteen as she did. "Remember him from basic? What was the guy's name again? Houston? Howerton?"

"Hudson," Taylor replied. "Private William Hudson. Christ, what a fuckin character."

"I wonder whatever happened to him," said Alicia.

"I heard he got assigned to the Sulaco. But the last I checked, that ship's gone defunct. Never did find out what happened to its crew..." Taylor pondered, leaving the last part of the statement hanging in thin air.

The two sat in silence for the next few moments as Alicia finished off the last of the canteen. She tossed it aside when she was finished and looked over at Taylor with an equally apprehensive expression as awkward silence settled in. To her surprise (or not), she caught him gawking over her slim figure once again. The baggy dungarees and uniform did little to downplay her voluptuous body.

Alicia grinned at him and Taylor quickly looked away, twiddling his thumbs absently. Alicia, hoping to incite another reaction in him, began unzipping her grey uniform, bringing the zipper down slowly, so as to look seductive in the process. Taylor couldn't help but look back in her direction as she did this. He sat there open-mouthed as she stripped down from her jacket, heat flushing to his face just from the mere removal of clothing. The beauties he was so interesting in were cloaked behind her undershirt and bra, but he could still see the outline of her bountiful tits well enough for him to be on the verge of drooling.

Alicia smiled even more mischievously at this, casting aside the jacket as she simultaneously began to pull off her boots. Taylor gulped as she slowly removed her clothes layer by layer.

"That's...that's a good idea, corporal. It's hard to get some sleep with all this baggy crap on," Taylor fumbled, clearing a lump from his throat.

She laughed as she kicked off the last boot. "Sleep? I don't plan on getting much sleep tonight," she cooed.

Alicia walked over slowly, tracing the outline of her sexy body beneath the grey military attire and sat down next to him on his cot, noticing the growing bulge forming in his pants on queue. Taylor was frozen in place gawking, not believing that the object of his desire was sauntering over to him seductively, eyeing his body up and down.

"You know, John, there's no one else here now but the two of us. No Lieutenant Kramer, or a drill sergeant, or other marines to hold us back. Why not just take what we both obviously want right here and now?" she whispered into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his.

Taylor let out a sigh as Alicia reached over and nibbled on his earlobe as her hand made its way to his thigh. Her fingers then traced the length of his growing bulge through his pants. He tried to speak but no sound was coming out. The alcohol and growing arousal was clouding his judgment.

"Don't you agree with me? A certain...part of you seems to," she whispered into his ear again, rubbing her cheek along his. Her hand lingered on his crotch, moving in circles across the outline of his hard member in his dungarees.

"Don't worry about anything else, John. That can all fall away right now. What do you say, Private?" she asked, looking straight into his eyes.

Taylor dropped his dumbfounded stare and relaxed a bit. He realized how stupid and amateur he was being in that instant. Here was the woman that he'd dreamed of for many years now offering herself to him and he was going to refuse her advances? No fucking way. Life was too short, especially coupled with that fact that all their comrades were dead. If now, then when? When would he potentially get another chance at this?

A smile spread across his face that matched hers. With a forcefulness that surprised Alicia, Taylor gently took her in his arms and dropped her back onto the cot until he was looking down at her. His face narrowed in on hers as her nimble fingers were working to unbutton his jacket slowly as she bit her lip. Meanwhile, their lips were inches away from each other.

"Yes mam, Corporal. Who am I to refuse a commanding officer?" he whispered back to her with a suggestive tone.

Their hands went to each other's bodies and were about to begin lustfully stripping each other's clothes off from the chest down. Meanwhile, their faces moved toward each other as if in slow motion. Her fingers ran through his black hair and pulled his head down toward her. Their lips brushed before...

Their moment and exchange of long-awaited passion was cut abruptly short by the grim sound of the pang of the motion tracker. They both let out an audible gasp, pulling their faces away from each other as soon as they heard the warning noise that they'd been dreading. Their lust for each other was forgotten as they realized that they had more dire concerns at hand.

Alicia bounded off the cot, dashing for the motion tracker situated beside her cot while buttoning her jacket back up as she went. Taylor simultaneously jumped for his pulse rifle and any ammo clips that he could gather as quickly as he could.

Alicia glanced down at the pinging motion tracker and her eyes lit up at the sheer amount of blinking dots that were closing quickly in on their position. Not only were there many approaching figures as evidenced by the motion tracker's screen, but it also showed the blinking dots utterly surrounding their current building.

"Shit," Alicia cursed to Taylor on the other side of the room. "We've got incoming...a lot of it."

Taylor nodded grimly and picked up the other pulse rifle, tossing it over to Alicia who caught it with both hands. Already, both marines could hear the terrifying screeches from the horde of incoming xenomorphs surrounding the central complex. Both marines trembled, looking all directions as the swirl of blinking dots on the motion tracker closed in on their location as the sound got louder.

Grabbing as many ammo clips as she could, Alicia scrambled over to the southern door of the circular complex, where the xenos would be most likely to enter through. She turned back toward Taylor with her pulse rifle at the ready.

"Make sure your turret is locked and loaded to go. I've got south, you cover the north barricade," she said, brushing her blond hair back behind her as she positioned her ammo clips and grenades by the turret facing the southern door.

Taylor nodded in compliance and followed suit. He gulped, taking a deep breath as he stared at the door and heard the screeches grow louder. He turned back toward Alicia with a stern expression.

"Corpr...Alicia," he said softly.

She turned back toward him, gazing at him with her striking eyes as their gazes met.

"See you on the other side," he said, nodding.

She gave an idle smile. "Likewise John. Let's waste these fuckers."

They turned to their respective sides of the room with weapons at the ready, making sure that their turrets were ready for action as well. They stood their warily in tentative silence as they awaited the onslaught that was to come.

As the screeching reached it loudest apex, it suddenly stopped. Both marines had their fingers practically tapping their triggers in nervous anticipation. They waited what seemed like an eternity as they xenomorph interlopers surrounding their position seemed to toy with them just to get them on edge.

Suddenly though, there was a sound akin to the audible tearing of metal. Taylor and Alicia both turned toward Taylor's corridor and saw that several of the xenomorphs had used their razor sharp tails to tear their way through the barricades. At the end of the hall, a small group of the fiendish black creatures screeched menacingly before they bolted forward at full speed toward Taylor's position.

The lead xeno's advances were met by a burst of rounds from Taylor's pulse rifle. The subsequent few were mowed down at the turret spun up its guns and automatically began to fire as soon as they closed the distance between them. Explosions of acid and loud screeches of pain could be heard, but the success was short-lived. More and more xenos tore their way through the barricade and began to pour forth.

On Alicia's side, the xenomorphs made their appearance not just through her barricade, but also by tearing holes through the ceiling and jumping through. Luckily, her estimations that the xenomorphs would attempt such a feat had prepared her for this. As soon as the first xenomorph ripped its way into the corridor through the ceiling, it triggered the first proximity mine that she had planted on the ceiling. The explosion obliterated a couple of the xenos and sent others falling to the floor, where they were finished off by the turret. With expert precision, she began to fire her rifle at every other xeno that she could get a clear shot at, being sure to use only short, manageable bursts so as not to over-consume ammo.

Back on Taylor's side, he had already run out of his first clip and switched to his next. His turret was quickly running low however. In a vain attempt to avoid his shots and those of his turret, the xenomorphs tried to scale the walls and bypass around him, but they too would run over a proximity mine and be killed. But, with more xenos coming and with mines and turret ammo running low, the marine was soon going to have a much more personal fight on his hands.

An explosive ripping sound behind both of them caught their attention. Alicia spun herself around to see that more xenomorphs had made their way to the center of the room and were tearing their way through the ceiling to flank them.

Alicia loaded a slug into her grenade launcher and fired it at the breach in the ceiling, hearing the screech of xenos as the grenade hit its target.

By now, nearly all of the proximity mines had been tripped and no longer provided any ceiling obstacles against the xenomorphs. And with both turrets down to their last hundred rounds, it was largely left to the marine duo to use their own devices to fend off the never-ending horde of the aliens.

Occasionally, amid the thunderous roar of turret and rifle fire, both Taylor and Alicia would call out to each other that they were reloading a new clip. They tried to time each other's reloading in intervals, that way the xenos were always being suppressed and they were never vulnerable to them. Gradually though, as more and more ammo was being expended, the xenomorphs were gradually gaining more and more ground toward the marines in the center of the room.
Both Taylor's and Alicia's morale plummeted when the roar of the turrets suddenly stooped altogether. Both of their respective turrets had completely run out of ammunition and sat idly as clouds of smoke puffed out of their exhausted barrels.

Taylor gulped and turned back toward the confrontation, seeing a final large wave of the black skittering monsters coming his way. He loaded his last clip said a last prayer and began to unleash a hailstorm of bullets toward any one of the black dome-headed aliens that he could hit.

Alicia too realized how dire their predicament was now that their turrets had gone dry and that they were dangerously short on ammo. The fired the last of her grenades before loading her last clip and firing toward the xenos scrambling around the corridor toward her.

As they fired their bursts, hitting xenos with explosive rounds as they went, they began to gradually shuffle backwards toward the center of the room so that they were back to back with each other. Now, as they began to fire randomly left and right, the xenos sometimes came so close that they were within slashing distance of the marines.

At one point, Taylor shot a xeno in the skull as it was in the process of lunging for him. The resulting splash of acidic blood subsequently melted away the barrel of his pulse rifle, rendering it useless.

Taylor cursed and drew his pistol, firing comparatively insignificant rounds at the remaining xenos circling the room.

As Alicia was firing off the last of her ammo, Taylor yelled out to her over the noise and screeches, "Alicia...get out of here! I'll hold them off so you can get out!"

Alicia continued to fire her rifle, intentionally disregarding what he'd said with a snort.

"No fuckin way. If you're going down, I'm going with you!" she shouted back.

He fired the last few rounds off of his pistol mag and picked up his damaged pulse rifle again. Without a thought toward the xenos encroaching around him, he aimed the rifle at the adjacent wall, loaded his last grenade and fired it off at the wall. Alicia took notice of the blast and looked in that direction quickly to see that Taylor's resourcefulness with the grenade launcher had left a gaping hole in the wall which led outside.

"That's your way out, do it now! We're going to be overwhelmed any second!" he shouted while firing off his pistol.

She discarded her empty pulse rifle and used her pistol to begin firing at xenos amid the chaos as well.

"No!" she shouted back again. "I'm not leaving without you, John!"

Taylor grimaced with desperation and quickly gripped Alicia by the shoulder, giving her a heavy push away from the chaos and toward the door.

"Just go, please! One of us needs to make it out of here! You hear me-," his argument was cut off as a xenomorph suddenly burst out of the ceiling right behind him. He spun around to meet it with a burst from his pistol before the xeno hissed, swatting the pistol out of his hand with its tail.

"John!" she shouted as more xenomorphs fell upon he male marine. He quickly became lost amid the shifting bodies of half a dozen xenomorphs surrounding his flailing body. Through the downpour of xenos that fell atop him, he managed to yell out.

"Alicia, run!"

With that, the horde yanked the writhing form of the marine amid their ranks, dragging him suddenly into a torn-open floorboard and they...and Taylor, were gone.

Alicia had not enough time to erupt into anger or sorrow as the few remaining black xenomorphs converged on her. Without giving a second thought she turned and ran toward the exit that Taylor had made for her. She quickly ran through with several xenos in tail.

As Alicia found herself outside and in the middle of the colony street, she spun around to face the outnumbering enemies coming for her. She fired off a few last rounds of her pistol clip and killed two more xenos. With that clip gone and with the few more xenos closing the distance, she slammed her eyes shut and resigned herself to her death.

The massive explosions resounded near her, followed by an audible crunching sound and the loud, pained shrieks of xenos. Alicia opened her eyes and saw that all the xenos that had been charging her were nothing but corrosive piles of acid and chitin.

Her eyes darted around the colony street for the source of the precise shots that had destroyed her enemies. As she had been looking upon the rooftops she briefly caught sight of a humanoid form switch phases as it activated its cloaking device and bounded off of the rooftop.

A clanging noise behind her caught her attention next. She spun around and saw a sleek spear sticking up from the ground. She warily approached the weapon, observing its bronze color and clearly alien runes running across its length.

She took a look in both directions of the street for signs of the xenomorphs or the familiar creature that had saved her life and delivered this weapon to her. When she saw neither, she quickly drew weapon up from the dirt, feeling its balance and weight and found that it was the perfect fit for a melee weapon.

She took a deep breath, taking one last look around to determine her position, before she began to warily head off in a northeasterly direction with her new weapon and what little ammunition for her pistol that she had.

"John...if you're still alive...I'm coming for you," she softly said to herself.

With that, she made her way toward the one place where her fellow marine and source of her affections was: the xenomorph hive.



As Taylor roused from his void of unconsciousness, he felt a throbbing pain in his head. His entire body in fact felt numb and sore, like he hadn't moved a muscle in over a week. As he opened his eyes he at first saw only an indiscernible haze of fuzziness and pitch black. His ears also began to pick up the faint sounds of hissing in nearly every direction around him. He also began to sweat slightly from the heat and clammy humidity of whatever room he now resided in.

Suddenly, everything that happened prior to him losing consciousness came back to him. Though he still struggled to get a grip on his frazzled senses, he remembered the futile defense that he and Alicia had put on at the central complex. After both his turret and pulse rifle had run dry of ammo, he urged Alicia to get out. He had seen her running for the south exit, before the xenos fell upon him and he lost consciousness.

Despite feeling like a scrambled egg physically, Taylor's mind was filled with questions. Where was he? Why had the xenomorphs spared him? Had Alicia managed to escape? How were they going to kill him? Was there a way out? The only thing that was certain among these ponderings was that the xenos would certainly kill him somehow. He just didn't understand why they were dragging it out even now.

His vision finally cleared and he found himself staring up at a black, chitinous ceiling that dripped moist secretions of some kind. As he scanned his eyes around the open cavern that he was in, he saw sparse spots upon the wall while silver plating could be seen, thus indicating that there had once been a colony building here before it had been converted into the xenomorph hive.

The hive. Taylor's blood went cold at the realization that that was where the xenomorphs had taken him. Surely he was a dead man then. Any hope he had of escape was gone now that he had no weapon and was now in the center of the entire xenomorph infestation. But...where were the xenomorphs?

Taylor rolled over onto his knees, grimacing from the aching of his muscles, and looked around for any sign of where he was. That's when he saw them...the eggs. At the far end of the circular room that he was in was a group of xenomorph eggs that contained the parasites that would create more of the monsters themselves. Of all the possible scenarios and deaths that could potentially come his way, being impregnated by one of the facehuggers was the worst one that he could think of.

His next impulse was to seek out where in this nest his enemies were. Sure enough, as soon as he started stirring, the black, hideous creatures made their appearance. Four of the long, skeleton-like aliens dashed forward from two of the side corridors opening into the circular room.

With a spine tingling hiss from all four xenomorph drones simultaneously, the sleek black beasts fell upon the unarmed human marine with stunning haste. He had not enough time to even attempt to resist them. He gasped in shock, slamming his eyes shut in fear as one of the black drones pounced him, shoving him back down onto his back as it straddled over him, hissing its malice as it did.

Taylor opened his eyes slowly, sweating profusely as he stared up into a chilling, black eyeless dome-head of the xenomorph that had pounced him. Its hissing mouth was spread wide into an evil grin, dripping strands of saliva down onto Taylor's neck as it gleamed down at him. Its second mouth extended its way out from its gaping maw, honing fiendishly in on Taylor's face.

Taylor grimaced and struggled to avoid the appendage as the mouth extension brushed against his quivering lips. He considered biting the bastard right there on the spot but he realized that it would be a futile effort and wouldn't accomplish anything anyway.

The seconds ticked by like an eternity as Taylor awaited that mouth to burst through his skull like a battering ram. He knew full well that the xenomorphs could use almost every part of their body like a melee weapon in itself, and their mouths were no different. Any second now he knew that this creature pressing down on top of him would either decapitate him with its razor-sharp tail or splatter his brain across the floor with its mouth appendage.

When more and more seconds passed and neither of these grim scenarios took place, he realized that the xenomorph drone was still gleaming down at him with what looked to be a smile of curiosity as it cocked its head down at him. His breath caught in his throat too as he only just realized that the xenomorph was running its bony black fingers along his sides and up and down his chest.

Wait a minute, was it...caressing him? Taylor suddenly thought with horror. As the xenomorph's slender black fingers traveled over his torso, its long tail snaked up his leg to run the sharpened tip of its tail around his inner thigh. Taylor sat there in stunned silence and shock as the xeno drone used all of its limbs to feel at his foreign human anatomy.

Maybe it was judging where best to make the fatal strike? Or maybe it was intentionally fucking with him to make his impending death that much more bittersweet.

He looked around him at the three other xenos to see that they were passively surrounding him; their tails swayed at they all gave emotionless, eyeless stares down at him.

Suddenly, the xenomorph atop him shifted itself lower so that it was between his legs. The wicked gleaming grin that it gave up at him didn't inspire much confidence on Taylor's part. On cue, two of the other watching xenomorphs took up position on either side of Taylor as he looked up at them back and forth with a panicked expression. As he struggled against them, they grabbed a firm hold of both of his legs and arms. They also pulled apart his legs so that he was laying spread eagle on the floor of the nest.

The xenomorph drone that had been straddling him hissed at him a final time before used both of its sharp-fingered hands to tear away at his pants. Taylor gasped as he heard and felt a tearing of fabric situated at his crotch. As he continued to struggle against their grasp more, he looked down and saw that the xenomorph had torn a large hole clean through his pants and underwear.

His flaccid cock was at the center of the lead drone's attention between his spread legs. His humiliation at having his pants ripped open before these monsters was short-lived, as now he had a more pressing concern. The xeno between his legs began to salivate while cocking its head as it observed his member. Its glistening second mouth approached his shaft as Taylor began to fight their grasp harder.

"No! Anything but that! Just kill me instead!" Taylor pleaded as he struggled, thinking that the xeno was literally going to eat his cock. They couldn't just kill him; they had to drag it out by first ripping away the one part of his body that he most prided himself in.

The xeno let warm strands of its saliva to droop down from its razor-sharp mouth, trickling down onto his shaft. When it had done this for a few moments, providing a generous coating of thick warm saliva to his soft human cock, the xenomorph pulled its mouth away. It then reached its long black fingers up and took a hold of his wet cock, wrapping the nimble digits around his warm member.

Taylor shuddered and still fought their captivity as he now thought that the lead drone would use its claws, rather than mouth to (literally) dismember him. He waited, waited, waited for the massive application of pain to come in his groin. But...wait a minute; there was no pain. In fact, quite the opposite, there was a gentle tingling feeling spreading across his manhood. Now he was actually feeling...pleasure?!

He opened his eyes and looked down at what was causing this. He saw that the xenomorph continued to drip liberal amounts of its saliva onto his manhood. Meanwhile, the creature's black bony fingers were stroking and massaging along his member. It was not a violent tugging motion either, but gentle strokes coupled with occasional little squeezes that sent ripples of pleasure through his penis.

"Oh shit," he thought with amazement. He was getting a fucking handjob from a xenomorph! More then that, it felt...good, damn good. The xeno's otherwise sharp fingers and bony skeleton-like structure made no difference as the attentive drone had taken great care in lubing his cock up with saliva while being sure to take great care with its strokes so as not to injure him.

Taylor also began to feel a flushing warmth spread through his skin. It wasn't all that different from the feeling of lust that he got when he had had previous sexual encounters with human women (and a female Predator). But, this time the feeling spreading through his body was amplified tenfold. It occurred to him that maybe the saliva from the xenomorph was also an aphrodisiac of sorts. It had to be; because otherwise there would be no way that he would be enjoying this as much as he was now under normal circumstances.

In any case, Taylor groaned and ceased all futile struggles as he gave into the pleasure being forced on him. The drone hissed as it caressed, squeezed, stroked and pumped the human meat which was rapidly gaining blood and growing. The other three xenomorphs watched with fascination as Taylor's cock expanded and grew harder and thicker under the lead drone's stimulations. Once it grew long and thick enough, the xenomorph added its other hand into the works. The lead drone now used both hands to squeeze and stroke along the human male's impressive length now that it had attained its full expanse.

After a few minutes of this, as Taylor felt his arousal growing, the drone that was jerking him off took its hands away. It turned to the only xenomorph out of the group that wasn't holding Taylor down, hissing a command at it. The other xeno nodded its compliance and approached the spread-eagle human marine with a giant hole ripped in his pants with the hardened tool sticking up from it. The first xeno moved out of the way to observe what would happen next while the other two xenos continued to keep Taylor pinned down.

The new xeno spread Taylor's legs and lowered its head down to his groin. It dripped more of the hot aphrodisiac saliva onto his cock, causing it to twitch and harden even more as a result. Taylor shivered from the pleasurable feeling but nonetheless watched the new xenomorph's every move. Truthfully, he hadn't yet abandoned the possibility that these aliens would kill him at any given moment.

The two bony black hands gripped his cock at its base. He was expecting another handjob from the new xenomorph; however, it instead continued to lower its mouth down toward his cock. He watched as the xeno hissed, opening its second inner mouth as wide as it could as it descended toward the bulbous head of his shaft.

He wiggled his hips again to avoid the maw's capture. "No...don't!-," his protests were cut off by one of the other xenos hissing and clamping his mouth shut with its hand.

Meanwhile, down below, the second mouth of the xeno between his legs opened up wide and in one gradual downward decent, engulfed the head and about an inch of his cock.

Taylor gasped and squirmed, his cries muffled as he felt the xeno's mouth extension take in his cock. His first impulse was that the creature was now making good of that threat to bite off his cock. He assumed that that was what was happening now as soon as he felt the sensitive mushroom head pass the mouth's jaws as its teeth lightly grazed his human shaft.

He then calmed down and looked down at what was happening with astonishment. There was still no excruciating pain and no severed limbs. Instead, there was only a sensation of warmth, wetness and amazing tightness. He looked at the unbelievable sight of the xenomorph's inner mouth lowering itself inch by inch, taking in his cock into its tight gullet as it trickled more super warm saliva onto the base of his shaft. Because his cock looked to be thicker than the creature's mouth extension was, there was a visible bulge in the creature's gullet as it swallowed his cock; it stretched itself to accommodate his nine inches of meat into its maw.

Nothing quite prepared him for this. Although this was happening against his will from a group of hideous monsters, he couldn't deny that no blowjob felt anything like this. Instead of an inner tongue like most humanoids possessed, he instead looked at a second, smaller mouth completely surrounding his manhood. The xenomorph's gullet was so thin and tight that it felt like his cock had been swallowed up by a Chinese finger trap, with incredible heat and lubrication added of course.

"Oh geez...fuck," Taylor groaned through grit teeth. The xenomorph's tight mouth began to ripple along his length; all the while it continued to dribble the warm, numbing saliva to lubricate it more.

With the other three xenos collectively holding him firmly in place in the middle of the room, the black alien between his legs began to bob its mouth up and down wetly. The xenomorph's gullet tightly massaged his manhood like nothing he'd ever felt before, as if it were a mechanical pump created for the sole purpose of harvesting semen.

Taylor hated himself for taking pleasure in this. But as the alien drone bobbed its mouth up and down his cock with such exquisite tightness, he just couldn't help himself. His fingers scratched at the rough, uneven ground as his cock was being milked and pumped against his will. He couldn't understand why the xenomorphs were even doing this. Unless this was some sort of way that the creatures enjoyed their prey before they killed them. Either way, he felt himself drawing toward a heavy orgasm with likely a huge load of cum involved.

One of the three xenos suddenly hissed menacingly and approached Taylor's head even as the other xeno continued to slurp away at the human's cock. Taylor's hips were instinctively thrusting up into the xenomorph's maw while he continuously moaned, so he didn't take notice of the other drone approaching his head.

He looked up and saw a pair of black chitinous legs spread above him. What he saw next nearly shocked him more than the forceful suckling that was currently jostling him around the floor.

Below the xenomorph's spread thighs above him, its tail had curled in to its crotch. The tip of the tail peeled apart a thin membrane at the xenomorph's black crotch, revealing a very moist slit.
Holy shit! Taylor thought to himself. These xenomorphs that were essentially raping him right now were female.

His wide-eyed fixation upon the shining black-lipped pussy twinkling above him confirmed the fact that he hadn't even known that xenomorphs had sexual organs. Obviously, xenomorphs typically reproduced through the facehuggers from the eggs, which in turn impregnated living hosts to create more of the drones themselves. Therefore, he had never considered the unlikely possibility that there could be genders amongst xenomorphs. Then again, he'd never really taken the time to observe one up close; or at least, one that wasn't a bubbling mass of sizzling acid.

Taylor's immense pleasure from a tight oral cavity sucking up and down his cock was put at bay momentarily. The xenomorph female above him hastily slung a leg over Taylor's head so that he was staring right up into her sweltering alien cunt. He shuddered as he realized that yet another female alien that was stronger than him was going to get itself off using his mouth.

He suddenly realized in that instant though that he didn't really have the will to resist the tantalizing pussy slit hovering above his flabbergasted face. Maybe it was the incredibly pleasurable pulses and pumps that the lower xenomorph's mouth made across his hardened shaft or maybe it was the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to escape her grasp anyway. On the other hand, it could also be the fact that the clear, almost scalding-hot juices dripping from her twat onto his face were an even stronger aphrodisiac than the saliva coating his cock. Whatever the crazy reason; he was about ready to slurp away into a fucking xenomorph pussy and there was no one around to judge him for it.

The xenomorph female hissed and plucked apart her black pussylips, causing droplets of her fluids to slip out. This round however landed upon a human tongue. Reluctance aside, Taylor had now avidly flicked out his tongue to grab a taste of the clear fluids spilling from the alien female's hot vent.

Taylor smacked his lips as he tasted a fluid so unnaturally tart that it was almost like candy. The xenomorph gave what looked like a satisfied grin through its large maw of teeth as its tail swished with excitement. The other two xeno females (not including the one shoving a human cock down its gullet) gave nods and hisses of their own; the group having rarely encountered such willing prey as this human before.

Soon enough, the xenomorph that was sucking away at Taylor's shaft pulled itself away as it detected that his balls were readying to release. It retreated its inner mouth from his shiny slick cock; a bulge being clearly present in its gullet as it slowly withdrew. With a pop, the glistening cock was standing straight up in the air, ripe for the picking again. The xeno moved up to restrain Taylor's left arm while another xeno took its place at his groin.

The new female xenomorph picked up where the first one left off; engulfing Taylor's cock into its mouth and sucking away with amazing regularity. Taylor, whose orgasm had subsided momentarily, was now building up to the next one as the ravenous female xenos took turns milking his cock. This left him unaware as the needy, spread-legged xenomorph above him began to lower its steaming, dripping black slit down onto his mouth.

Taylor's cry of surprise was muffled as his mouth was suddenly sealed with a very wet xenomorph snatch. He panicked and resisted the intrusive pussy being forced upon his face by the hissing monster above him. This resistance was short lived, however; as soon as he started to drink his fill of the mind-numbing juices funneling from her pussy into his mouth. He found the taste to be wonderfully tangy and sweet and he immediately found himself wanting to delve in for more.

He continued to shudder as the xenomorph's traded off sucking his hard cock into their mouths. Always they would build him up to the peak of near-orgasmic bliss before depriving him of it and trading off to the next needy female drone. Taylor was growing aggravated from the orgasm denial but he drowned out his angst by slurping and burying away his tongue into a sweltering hot pussy above him. The drone hissed and screeched her pleasure as the captive's tongued away wetly into her alien honeypot nicely. She began to undulate her hips forcefully across Taylor's tongue, spilling more clear, tantalizing juices into his mouth as she went.

Taylor moaned into the xenomorph pussy smothering his mouth as he felt every compressed rippling motion that the other xeno made down his sensitive pole. As he delved his tongue deep into the pitch black glistening void, he was pleasantly surprised by how soft and velvety it was inside, compared starkly to how hard and chitinous their exteriors were.

The xenomorph didn't seem to mind his enthusiastic explorations at all. She basked in the feeling of a his wet appendage hitting sweet spots within her, rocking her hips quickly and forcefully in time with every vigorous sweep he made into her wet slit. As she humped his mouth, she clenched her razorsharp teeth and hissed, drooling all over the floor as he tail fidgeted.

Taylor could tell by her labored hisses that he was going to set her off soon enough. This seemed to give him a misplaced sense of power for some reason. He grinned in between audible licks.

"Maybe you'll think twice before shoving an embryo into my stomach," Taylor thought to himself.

The xenomorph female let out a shrill hiss and screech, causing Taylor to jolt in earnest terror for a moment. She gripped her thin bony fingers at the sides of Taylor's head as she repeatedly slammed her sodden crotch down upon his face.

Realizing that the horny xeno drone above him was cumming, he continued his efforts and struggled to hold on as he drove his tongue into her pussy. Upon these in-strokes, he felt his tongue make contact with a hard nub that was slightly more internal than a human woman's clit would be found. He flicked at this nub with the tip of his wet tongue, garnering even more frantic responses from the monstrous female riding his face.

With her clit being manipulated by her now-willing victim beneath her, the xeno let her abundance of juices be released. She clenched Taylor's head, hissing and drooling profusely as she came, squirting a rush of hot, sticky clear xenomorph girlcum onto his face.

As Taylor was literally drowning in a bath of scalding female fluid, the xenomorph that was milking his cock with her mouth suddenly stopped, depriving him of yet another orgasm. The alpha female drone that had sucked off Taylor to begin with used her large tail to completely knock the other xenomorph off of Taylor's cock.

Taylor grunted in shock and slight pain through the downpour of vaginal secretions. The drone leader knocking the other drone off of his cock had caused her mouth to rather abruptly be disengaged from his manhood with a rather loud pop. The lesser drone hissed at having been torn away from the "lollipop" that she'd been avidly slurping away at but nonetheless bowed her head and moved away from Taylor's prostrated form to make room for her superior drone.

The female drone straddling Taylor's mouth finally came down from her orgasm and began to pant with exertion and satisfaction. Her eyeless dome peered down at her human captive. Taylor was drenched and looked exhausted from the ordeal. His face was coated utterly in clear, very warm xenomorph fluids that continued to numb and relax him despite his ordeal.

The drone gave a calm hiss that was less intimidating. She reached her hands down, causing Taylor to flinch slightly as he saw them approach his face. He then relaxed as the hands caressed his face as her mouth seemed to give what could be perceived as a grateful smile through her wicked teeth.

The drone disengaged herself, unlatching her thighs from Taylor's face and moving off to the side. This gave him a clear view to finally see what was happening lower down. His eyes widened as there, where a large hole was shredded in his pants, the alpha female xenomorph was straddling his pulsing erection.

Taylor clenched his teeth as warm trickles of her love juice dripped from her vent to warm his cock, causing it to also twitch on impulse. He shuddered at the sight and realization that a xenomorph female was about to mount him. He clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into the cold ground beneath him as he felt the thick wet head of his meat press against her hot black cuntlips.

"Wait...c-, ah, can we talk about this?!" Taylor muttered and he struggled to break his cock's alignment with the xenomorph's sweltering fuckhole. He felt guilty about this; not only because it was happening to him nonconsensually, but also because his thoughts dwelled on Alicia.

The lead female drone stopped lowering her hips momentarily. She hissed through her fiendish maw of teeth, cocking her head at him with a knowing glance that seemed to tempt to him, "Just forget about that human woman and enjoy this."

Whether or not Taylor conscious mind had grown accustomed to what was about to happen to him didn't seem to matter to the xenomorph. With no more hesitation, she tightly gripped Taylor's thighs, snaking her tail back behind her, and dropped herself down at full force.

Taylor grunted and the xenomorph's screech reverberated through the cavern as her moist pussy was impaled on the human marine's exposed cock. Upon the first few inches forcing up inside her, more juices leaked out from her alien sex, oozing down the length of his cock. He couldn't deny that this was one of the oddest, and more pleasurable sensations that his cock had ever been smothered in.

"Christ, it's fuckin tight," he groaned, slamming his eyes shut as he felt the constricting walls of the xeno's twat wrap so tightly around his cock. He felt like his cock had just been pushed inside a teenaged human virgin.

The xenomorph slid herself down more, sliding more of his hard meat inch by inch into her silky wet passage. Taylor continued to grit his teeth from how snug the fit was; almost to the point that it hurt. Luckily, there was no issue in her taking the rest of his shaft into her pussy thanks to the clear lubrication and her cunt's elasticity.

Taylor's eyes rolled back into his head as the xeno's constricting inner walls squeezed his cock's length, trapping and confining it within her pussy snugly. No thrusting movements were being made and he already felt her inner chasm milking his cock in pulses. The xenomorph seemed to take equal pleasure in having her fuckhole stuffed with the human's shaft, hissing her delight as she rocked her hips. The female drone then made a smooth ascent; Taylor's cock rubbing and being rubbed by her tight moist cavern as it went.

Almost simultaneously as the drone was rising from his cock for another downward thrust, the two xenomorphs restraining Taylor by the arms were now making use of vacant parts of his body to get their own relief. One by one, they gripped a hold of Taylor's hands and stiffened his fingers out. They then both pressed themselves down against his hands, taking two of his fingers of each hand into their moist twats. Taylor retracted his gaze from the sight of the lead xeno gyrating and rocking herself atop his cock to see her cohorts using his fingers like small dildos, thrusting them in and out of their pussies with wet squelches.

As if this wasn't enough, the fourth and final female xenomorph approached Taylor's head. She grinned through her maw whilst thrusting two of her black bony fingers in and out of her seething black cunthole. Some of her juices dripped onto Taylor's chin and cheeks as she straddled his face, following the previous xeno's example. As she pressed her lips down to Taylor's lips (or more specifically, his tongue), he realized that he had the responsibility to bringing another lusty xenomorph female to orgasm with his mouth.

Knowing he had no say in the matter, Taylor opened his mouth and snaked his tongue out to prepare for it to delve into a moist, sweet honeypot. The xenomorph seemed to appreciate his cooperation and responded by not being as rough or forceful as the last one, instead, she gently, slowly, lowered her dripping snatch down onto his tongue to let him delve into her pleasure center at his own pace.

Meanwhile, the lead drone was now screeching rather audibly as she dropped herself fully back down onto Taylor's cock, causing a shudder to run through Taylor which in effect stimulated the three other xenos more with his tongue and fingers. Her pussy milked and squeezed his cock in ripples as she stroked his member in and out of her. Her tightness and his size brought tingle and explosions of pleasure to both of their loins. The xenomorph's cunt juiced up even more, causing quicker instrokes and more pleasured slides on Taylor's part.

Hesitation because of their captive being a different species didn't matter to the lead drone. The human's equipment was much more than satisfactory to get the job done and her female parts were naturally tighter. Therefore, both parties including the female xenomorph enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock driving in and out of her needy mating hole, bringing her the sexual satisfaction that her heat required of her.

The drone began to quicken her pace, riding the human marine by rocking her hips up and down quickly. Both she and Taylor vocalized their pleasure as his slickened fuckstick plundered and slid in and out, in and out of her moist repository over and over. And because her clit was more internal than a human woman's, this only increased her pleasure drastically as his cock bumped the pleasure nub with each and every pass.

Taylor struggled to thrust his hips up into the tight, hot channel that continuously milked his cock. This was difficult however with three other black, skeleton-like alien females riding his fingers and face as well. He slurped away into the slit above him, drove two fingers of each hand into two slick orifices, and felt his cock being sucked in and out of a tight pussy.

Only a short time ago, Taylor never would have guessed that every limb of his body would be at one point used for the sole purpose of bringing pleasure to a group of horny, monstrous aliens. And yet here he was; spread eagle, laying down on a cold floor with four hideous xenomorphs fucking their holes onto every part of him that he had to offer.

Taylor's lusty mind was brought back to reality amid the orgy by the lead female drone's pussy suddenly clamping down and squeezing his cock tightly like a vice. Likewise, she began to screech louder and increased her bounces, smacking her black chitinous thighs harder against him as she drove his cock in and out of herself harder. She let out garbled pants every time the thick head of his cock brushed her inner clit.

Realizing that she was on the verge of cumming and so was he, Taylor thrust up into her harder and faster as an almost endless stream of her clear cum soaked his manhood. As his balls tightened to release a large, built-up load, he drove onward toward the inevitable finish...one that he hoped they would not steal from him for the twentieth time.

Taylor grimaced with exertion into the pussy that his tongue was diving into as he felt his cock pleasured and milked beyond belief. Within that next instant, he shuddered with spine-tingling fear as the drone riding his cock let out the loudest ear-piercing screech yet. Simultaneously, an insurmountable floor of hot juices soaked his cock while the walls of her pussy pinched his member so tightly with every last downstroke that Taylor would certainly not have the willpower to hold back his flood of spunk to be released.

The stimulation of the drone leader's cunt clasping, milking, rubbing and soaking his human cock was too much. With a muffled cry into the xeno's pussy above him, his gave a last thrust that the speared his cock deep into her pussy. His balls tightened and then the angry rush of a dozen withheld orgasms came spewing up his cock like a fountain.

He groaned and yelled as his cock spurted white streams of his built-up cum concoction into the drone leader's sweltering pussy. Her tremendous orgasm persisted through it as she welcomed the rush of hot human seed into her cunt by clenching her pussy muscles even tighter to milk it for every last drop in spurts.

The three other xenos responded to both of the other partners orgasming by riding his fingers and tongue harder. With Taylor's salivating tongue slipping its way into her pussy and clit, the xeno riding his face was the next to reach orgasm in that next instant. She clenched down and smothered her needy pussy onto Taylor's exhausted, drenched face as a bucketload of clear secretions spilled into his mouth and face.

Finally, the group crashed down from simultaneous cums as all of the xenos fell tiredly upon the near-comatose human captive. Deep in the xeno leader's pussy, a trickling runoff of Taylor's semen dripped down her snatch to leak out of her pussy and soak Taylor's dungarees. If she had possessed a womb, it would have been filled to the brim with human seed. Since she didn't however, the only place it could go was sloshing out of her pussy and onto the cave floor.

Taylor came back to his senses after nearly blacking out. The orgasm that he'd just endured, especially after having been deprived of one so many times before that, had literally exhausted him. Somehow though, his cock still remained hard and for some reason hadn't gone flaccid and slipped out of the xenomorph's pussy yet. He would have thought that after expending enough cum to impregnate ten human women, his cock would have shrunk down in a heartbeat. He assumed then that maybe the aphrodisiac properties of their alien juices had to be the source of his continued vitality.

Finally, the xenomorph straddling his sloppy face moved off as the lead drone stood herself up from his cock. His still-hard shaft slipped its way from her confining cunt with a slurp that sent one final tingle through his loins. As she stood up onto her slender chitinous legs, more of his cum dripped out of her to leak onto the floor.

Taylor looked up with tired eyes to see that the drone leader propped herself back down onto her back and she beckoned one of the three cohorts over to her spread legs. The other inferior drone complied with a hiss, pouncing down enthusiastically between the leader's spread legs. Without hesitation, the other xeno female extended its second mouth out from her maw and thrust it like a cock into the leader's cum-soaked twat. The insatiable leader hissed in pleasure as the subordinate drone cleaned Taylor's cum out of her pussy. Taylor gulped, feeling strange arousal from watching the other xeno gulp down globs and globs of his cum from the other xenomorph's used cunt.

He looked up to see that the other two drones that had been riding his fingers now moved up to grip Taylor by the arms. He lacked the physical strength to even resist them right now and simply resigned himself to whatever they had planned for him. The two xenos hoisted him up by the arms and dragged him over to the other side of the large room, leaving the other two xenos to their pussy-cleaning business.

They dragged him over to the far wall on the other side of the wall and shoved him up against it. Taylor let them do what they wanted as he looked to the other side of the room, gulping as he saw the facehugger eggs. Then, working as a team, the two xenos began to cocoon him up against the wall; wrapping more of the chitinous material lining the wall around him so that he would be unable to escape.

When we was securely up against the wall with bindings covering his torso, hands and feet, the two xenos pulled back to observe with interest. Taylor glanced down at himself to see that they had intentionally withheld binding his head and groin. His erect cock, still shiny with a coating of warm xenomorph pussyjuice and dried cum, was sticking up shamelessly from the hole in his pants, bobbing in the air at the two drones as they hissed in delight to each other just from looking at it.
The two drones slowly approached their confined captive with devilish toothy grins across their hideous maws. Taylor gulped as he realized why they'd given him liberal freedom to move his crotch and head.

Making use of their uncanny ability to scale walls, the two black drones pounced onto the walls on either side of Taylor. He winced as they clung quickly to the wall beside him, thinking that they were trying to tear him to pieces. When this didn't happen, he realized that the two drones were vertically positioning themselves over his face and groin respectively.

Since the two xenos hadn't satisfied their own needs through Taylor's fingers earlier, they were now going to take the time to do so with their restrained human captive. With him standing upright in his cocoon, and with the two drones straddling him by clinging to the wall, they were both only one drive away from smothering their dripping pussies onto Taylor's mouth and erect cock.

Taylor rolled his eyes from the unimaginable circumstances. He had assumed that they were now going to just cocoon him and leave him for the facehuggers to put an embryo in him and kill him subsequently. When he saw that they hadn't yet placed an egg before him, he realized that they first intended to fuck him to the point that he would be in a husk-like state. THEN, and only then, they would leave him for the facehuggers.

A warm, wet and tight orifice slid itself down onto his member, causing him to clench his teeth and moan loudly. His further vocalization was muffled by another dripping black set of lips pressing into his mouth, seeking stimulation from his lips and tongue.

As the two needy xenomorph females began to hiss while humping themselves against him, Taylor thought about his current captivity. Given the present circumstances, he could tell that the xeno females were in no hurry to let the facehuggers have at him. And quite frankly, as he felt his cock being milked yet again...neither was he.

"One hell of a way to die..." Taylor thought bitter-sweetly as the xenomorph's pleasured screeches echoed through the cavern.


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On an end note, for those of you hoping for Alicia to get a good round of sexing from male xenomorphs, don't worry, I'm just getting started with the xenomorph fun; this was just preliminaries for what's to come. There's an even bigger xeno orgy coming up, involving both humans and male and female xenomorphs respectively. Maybe some facehuggers slipping their probes between Alicia's legs as well...

And, for a sneak preview, with Alicia now coming to try to rescue Taylor, what will happen when she runs low on ammo and has to resort to...other methods to fend off the xenos guarding the hive? *Snickers evilly*

Oh and P.S.- I realize that xenomorphs probably wouldn't have sex organs since they reproduce through the facehuggers and embryos. So please, don't call me out on the practical applications of xenomorph sex or anatomy. Only having the humans getting fucked by the facehuggers would be mucho boring after a while, dontcha think? So yes, I have female xenos with pussies and male xenos with dicks...DEAL WITH IT!
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