Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 05

His saving grace came in the form of another alarming xenomorph shriek, this time from another side of the cavern toward the entrance. The Predalien took one last, seething look in Taylor's direction, before he hobbled off, running in the direction of the shriek to trace its source, leaving the human confined in place, waiting...

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Corporal Alicia Jackson felt stiff and sore all over, but she was alive for the time being. Though, as she squinted and looked up at her unfamiliar surroundings and the black walls dripping with moist resin, she began to wonder if her life expectancy was rapidly dwindling.

The Praetorian xenomorph's grip on her naked buttocks tightened for a moment, and Alicia wondered for just a second if the fucker was simply copping a feel, as he easily carried her deeper into the hive, having slung her over his bony shoulder like a hunter's trophy. Alicia, who was just coming to after having passed out from exhaustion for an unknown amount of time, squirmed in the Praetorian's grip when she felt the creature's hand brazenly caressing and squeezing as he hauled her through the caverns of the hive like a sack of potatoes. The three male xenomorph warriors who'd accompanied the Praetorian hissed, showing off rows of teeth and seemingly grinning or even giggling at the human female's discomfort. Alicia looked back at them and scowled, huffing indignantly after.

After the Praetorian and his cohorts were satisfied that they'd brought their human captive as far into their sprawling hive as they'd wanted to, they stopped in on one of the chambers. The Praetorian, still holding the mostly naked female over his shoulder, turned his domed head left and then right, assessing his surroundings and hissing as he did so. He seemed to make a decision at that point, and carried Alicia over to the far end of the room.

Her first reaction when she saw the room that they'd walked into was one of curiosity. She had hoped that this was the chamber that they'd be holding Taylor in, assuming they hadn't killed him yet. However, it took only a quick glance around the room to discover that Taylor was nowhere in sight, or anyone else for that matter, aside from the four xenomorphs who were with her. Then, when the Praetorian began carrying her over to the far wall, she paled, realizing that there were several Facehugger eggs deliberately placed at the corner of the room. She began to squirm and struggle again, anticipating a grizzle fate that would result in her chest cavity being ripped open, before she realized with a slight twinge of embarrassment, that the Facehugger eggs were empty, having already hatched whatever creepy crawly creatures had occupied them.

Instead, the Praetorian, with the assistance of two of the warriors, took Alicia and brought her to her feet nudged her forward against the wall, hissing. Alicia didn't know what they were doing with her in that moment, until she realized that they were confining her into a dug-out section of the chitin-resinous like substance that comprised the architecture of the hive.

Realizing that the xenomorphs intended to cocoon her like a piece of prey, she began to panic again. She knew that they were no doubt going to let a Facehugger plant a parasite inside of her sooner or later; that was always the reason why they restrained their human hosts, wasn't it? Even if the eggs near her were empty, it was only a matter of time before they brought another egg into the room to hatch.

As the two xenomorph warriors settled her into place, she quickly weighed her options. She had abandoned her rifle when the xenomorphs had first cornered her and the only other weapon she currently had was a knife, concealed away in her boot - her last article of clothing. That single weapon alone would do her no good - even if she could get a clean hit at one of her alien captor's necks, her hand would likely disintegrate from the acidic blood, or the other xenomorphs would simply kill her anyway. And either way, breaking free of her captors then and there was hopeless until she knew exactly where they were keeping Taylor.

As of yet, her only option was to the stay the course. So long as they had no immediate intention of killing her, she had a chance to survive and find Taylor still. And if she suspected that that was going to change, her last ditch effort would be to cut free of her bondage with the knife and make a run for it.

The xenomorphs had her in place and two drones had come skittering out of nowhere to assist the Praetorian with his new "prize." He hissed an order to them, and they bowed their domed heads in submission. They moved forward to begin binding Alicia in place. The human marine sighed, and readied herself, before...

A noise between a guttural grunt following by a loud screech echoed through the room, and both drones ceased binding Alicia in place with their sticky resin substance. All the xenomorphs, including the Praetorian, turned toward the corridor that led into this chamber, seeing a bulky, menacing xenomorph form loping toward them.

Alicia blinked, pondering at this particular xenomorph. The part of her mind that was not totally freaked out by the sheer bulk and malice of this xenomorph, began to wonder why he looked so different from the rest of his species. Like other xenos that she'd encountered, Alicia saw that he had a spiny tail, a domed head without eyes, and a black, leathery exterior. But he also had mandibles surrounding his inner mouth and jaws, and off-white, mottled skin across his well-defined torso, as well as dreadlocks atop its domed head. The image of the bulky, sentient alien hunter that she'd encountered killing xenomorphs earlier flashed into her mind, and Alicia suddenly realized that this creature was some kind of blending between that particular alien and the xenomorphs.

As the dreadlocked xenomorph approached the Praetorian and his cohorts, the drones and the warriors bowed their heads down and backed away. The Praetorian, however, remained defiant, hissing aggressively at the Predalien and standing firmly in front of the human captive protectively. Alicia was left unattended, but she found herself rooted in place, wondering what was about to transpire.

The Predalien stopped when he was only a few feet away from the other large xenomorph. He shook his head and grunted, issuing an obvious warning to the Praetorian. But still, the Praetorian planted his feet into the ground, raised up his tail like a weapon and hissed at his opponent. Seeing that the xenomorph wasn't going to back down despite the hybrid's threats, the Predalien let out a menacing grunt and, with surprising speed for such a bulky creature, charged forward.

The Praetorian was caught off guard, screeching as the Predalien took his feet out from under him and tackled him into the ground. He whipped his tail about and tried to slash it upward at his opponent, but the Predalien was already on him, slashing, lashing, clawing, punching and even headbutting the Praetorian. Though xenomorphs had been known to wield their entire bodies as weapons, the Predalien took this to an extreme as he beat the other xenomorph - one of the highest ranking males in the hive - into submission.

Alicia watched this spectacle unfold uncomfortably. It was violent, and entirely one-sided, as the Predalien landed blow after blow onto the Praetorian's head, mouth and chest. Amid the violence, she wondered what had prompted this sudden brawl. She saw how the Praetorian had shielded her like a possession. Were they fighting over her?

The Predalien gripped the Praetorian by the tail, yanked him up from the ground, and tossed him aside like he weighed nothing. The Praetorian screeched as he collided with the wall, slumping to the ground in a heap. Rising to his feet, the Praetorian clenched his claws and stared across at the Predalien, who hissed and grunted in all his malice, practically begging the Praetorian to challenge him again. They stared at each other with eyeless stares and a battle of wills for what seemed like hours.

Finally, the Praetorian hissed and slumped his head in submission. He turned, looking back over his shoulder at Alicia and the Predalien one more time, before he dashed off into one of the corridors, yielding his precious find to the apparently stronger male. After a moment, the male warriors that had accompanied the xenomorph followed along.

Alicia gulped in obvious fear as the Predalien turned to her, smiling with obvious glee as his small victory. She knew that she was now at his mercy, rather than the Praetorian, and any fear that she'd felt while being a captive of the latter was amplified now that she was a captive of the former.

She backed herself into the wall as the Predalien stepped toward her, and she didn't realize that the two female drones were still there and, bowing their heads in submission, sidestepped the Predalien and attempted to continue binding Alicia before the scuffle began. The Predalien hissed at them and snapped his jaws, shoving both of them aside before they could bind the human captive. He issued a clear command to them and they respectfully complied, leaving the chamber as the Predalien seemed to dismiss them for the time being.

Now alone with the Predalien, Alicia felt a shiver roll up her spine, wondering what this creature had in mind for her, assuming he was driven by anything other than instinct alone. His eyeless stare unnerved her, as he looked over every inch of her form, taking her in. She suddenly realized just how exposed she felt, being reminded of the fact that she was entirely naked, as if that hadn't been made obvious enough to her already. Ever since the Praetorian and his insatiable male companions had...finished with her, she'd been stripped of not only her pants, but her panties, tank top, and her bra.

For the first time since she'd been relieved of her clothes by the xenomorphs, she felt unnerved and embarrassed to be as naked as the day that she was born. She covered herself up, using one hand to cover her breasts and a hand to shield her navel.

The Predalien snorted and shook his head, seemingly displeased by her sudden need to block her natural female form from his gaze. He slowly approached her and reached his hands up, causing Alicia to flinch suddenly. But as he took her by the wrists, careful not to injure her with his claws, she realized that his grip was light and gentle, quite contrary to the bestiality that he'd just displayed when he bested the Praetorian. He insistently yet gently pulled her arms away from where she'd held them to shield her modesty.

She resisted as first, but taking another look at the mammoth xenomorph and remembering how strong he was and that he could snap her like a twig if he wanted to, she finally relented, somewhat surprised by her own willingness to cooperate. She let her hands fall to their sides, revealing the firm, tanned swells of her breasts to the amorous beast. Alicia realized in that moment, with a twinge of shame, that her nipples were hard, not from arousal but from the sheer fear that she felt.

The Predalien hissed in a manner that expressed his pleasure and satisfaction. He gave a big toothy grin at her, baring his mandibles when he turned his gaze from her hardening nipples and down to her toned abs and then to her pelvis and the little strip of blond pubic hair leading to her pink pussy. The xenomorph found this female alien to be a good find, strong and with a firm body that would be perfect for breeding. He could smell the scent of the other xenomorphs all over her, and that was displeasing to the Predalien, to know that other males of that hive had claimed her before he could, but he would correct that.

Alicia meanwhile was seriously considering making a run for it as fast as possible, seeing that the Predalien was standing there like a statue, cocking its dreadlocked head at her and simply taking her in for many minutes. She figured that she might elude him for a while, given that he was large but probably not as fast as his smaller xenomorph counterparts. Perhaps she would get lucky and stumble right in on the room where Taylor was being held.

The human female took a deep breath and edged away from the corner that he'd backed her into, intent on inching her way toward an exit.

"So, listen," Alicia said, breaking the long silence. "You're a pretty tough dude, but I don't think you'd be interested in me at all. I'm not good enough for an alpha male beasty such as yourself, you know? So why don't I just squeeze on out of here, while you go find a female xeno-bitch or two to rut with, ok...woah!"

Alicia's jabbering was cut off, and so was her escape route, when she felt leathery black and mottled hands gently take her by the shoulders from behind. She froze, gulping, when she hear a sharp intake of breath following by a throaty grunt, as the Predalien pulled her naked back to him, leaving her pressed up against his hardened torso from behind. She felt every intake of breath and every deep hiss that the xenomorph emitted, being pressed so precariously close to the menacing creature.

Alicia's hopes of breaking out of that room and getting to Taylor was crushed, seeing that this large hybrid xenomorph had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. She was dismayed, hoping that Taylor was still living and that they had spared him for as long as the xenomorphs had spared her as well. She refused to believe that he had met a grisly end, despite the fact that she'd not found any trace of him since being brought into the hive yet.

She was shaken out of her contemplation by the Predalien doing something quite unexpected. Steadying her and taking a hold of her shoulder from behind, the creature reached down and ran a few long, dexterous fingers through her strands of blond hair, seemingly fascinated by this part of her anatomy. His fingers combed through her hair, delighting in the feel of it between his fingers as he hissed in amusement every time she flinched or shivered against his torso.

"You like my hair, huh?" she asked with a façade of confidence. "Had to cut it short when I joined the Marines, but it used to be a bit longer. Why I don't I give you a hair or two to remember me by, but just let me go-Oh!"

The Predalien's fingers took a hold of one of her erect nipples and gave a light pinch, causing Alicia to moan and jerk back against him. Her breasts and her nipples were still tender and sensitive from the treatment that the Praetorian and his ugly buddies had given her earlier. When the Predalien pinched one of her pink nipples a little jolt of pain registered in her nerves, but there was something else there too, something she was trying to deny...

"Hey, c- cut it out, you fucking animal, I-

The mammoth xenomorph male didn't seem to like when she protested. In mid protest, he grunted and then hissed, pushing two of his long fingers into the human female's mouth to silence her. She gave a muffled protest, but he continued to press her against him while he kept up his explorations on her body. He moved his hand to the other breast, circling the previously untouched nipple and tickling her areola, delighting in the shudder that ran through her body and the goosebumps that formed on her skin. Then, he gave the hardening pink nub equal treatment, pinching it firmly between his fingers but ensuring that his claws did not damage her in any way. She gave a squeal and bit down on his bony fingers by reflex, but her blunt fingers were not sharp enough to rupture them or do any damage.

After pinching both of her tender nipples, he moved one of his hands down and cupped her right breast, his long hand completely encompassing the orb. Instead of giving it the same rough treatment, however, he unexpectedly began to palm and caress her breast. With each stroke, he tickled her nipple - made even more sensitive by the recent pinching - and caused shudders of pleasure to wash over Alicia's body. The quick change from pain to pleasure, from pinching her nipples to gently caressing them, was having an effect on Alicia whether she wanted to feel this way or not.

The Predalien gave a docile hiss and, while palming and caressing one breast and then the other, began to gently thrust his two fingers in and out of the human female's mouth. She moaned around his thrusting fingers and spread her legs out wantonly out of instinct, feeling exquisite bursts of pleasure mixed with a little pain from the creature squeezing and pinching her nipples and firm breasts.

The xenomorph enjoyed toying with this female prey's body, especially the delightfully squeezable orbs on her chest. Xenomorph female bodies were enough to sate his pleasures, but this female had a soft body that he found especially delightful to squeeze and caress, a body that xenomorph females just did not possess.

He removed his hand from her breast and extracted her fingers from her mouth with a slurp. He expected the human to start shouting something in that tongue of hers, but she kept quiet for the time being, though her breathing had deepened and quickened significantly. He was pleased with this; he wanted to continue to indulge in her body for as long as he could without her protests.

Keeping her pressed to him with one hand, he slowly brought his fingers, slick with her saliva, down her tummy and to her navel. He stroked through her soft patch of blond fuzz just above her tight pussy before, slowly, those two fingers reached their desired destination. His two fingers gently plucked apart the lips of her labia, still sore and a little moist from her previous fucking at the hands of the Praetorian and the warriors.

Alicia sighed and her chest rose and fell in deep breaths as the Predalien stroked her pussy, soothing those previous aches and sores with his surprisingly delicate touch. How could such a menacing abomination such as this creature be so gentle with her body? She began to lose her sense of time and place, as well as her objective and reason for being in that xenomorph hive, as his fingers danced across her pussy, coaxing her to get wet.

"Ah...god!" Alicia moaned when the Predalien, suddenly, peeled back the lips of her labia with two of his fingers and, with one saliva-slicked finger, delved right into her vagina.

The Predalien's finger was long and thin, and was able to delve deep as it glided through her slick and tight passage. He hissed in delight as he felt her aroused pink walls caressing over his single digit. He relished the chance to feel those same silky walls squeezing and caressing his mating rod, which he planned to experience very soon. When his finger could delve no deeper, he found a pool of warm, sticky substance seeping out past her cervix. He collected a dollop of the essence of his finger before slickly pulling it out of her pussy with a slurp.

Alicia watched as the Predalien extracted his finger from her tunnel and raised it up to examine it. His finger was slick with her saliva, some of her juices, and a thick dollop of white xenomorph cum that had been deposited inside her earlier by his xenomorph rival. She blushed, remembering just how much warm, frothy cum the Praetorian had jettisoned into her womb. Even now she still felt an unexplainable warmth radiating from within her navel, knowing that her womb still contained a great deal of the frothy concoction and had yet to leak out. Given the sheer quantity that had been shot inside of her, she suspected that it would take a long time for it to fully leak out.

The Predalien raised the finger close to his face and he detected the ever-present scent of the Praetorian that he'd bested earlier on the tip of his finger. He gave a seething, menacing hiss, and flicked the dollop of the other xenomorph's cum off of his finger with disgust. This female creature should have been his to mate with first, and her womb should have been his to claim. Regardless, he would claim her, again and again, even if his Queen ordered that this female be used as a birther for progeny of the hive.