Xenophilia - Marcus - Pt. 03

The latter gave him some hope, because a small amount of niggling doubt did return to him about whether they were truly genuine. But as they continued through the caves, he found himself going up constantly, the alien drone carefully jumping from one ledge to another sometimes to move closer to the surface... until, eventually, they emerged from a hole in the ground on the surface, cold wind whipping viciously at his naked body.

"Fucking hell!" he spat, clinging to the alien as he began to shiver. Even the xenomorph seemed a little surprised by the gale, but the cold didn't appear to bother her. The sympathetic look she gave him, however, confirmed that she wasn't unaware of his human limitations. Fortunately for him, and most unexpectedly -- and rather elatedly -- the hole emerged just outside Victor's Post, the lights still on, though seeming much more quiet and dead than usual... he fully understood why.

Wasting no time, the alien darted over the rocky landscape, looking for an access into the colony, hunched over him to keep him somewhat sheltered from the cold, though her own cool internal temperature didn't help to keep his heat contained. Nonetheless, the xenomorph found a door, the sliding glass airlock lit from within. He buried his face between her supple bust for entirely non-erotic reasons, until he heard an angry hiss from the alien. He looked around, and saw her sharp fingertips fumbling uselessly with a code lock; smart as they were, there were still some limitations to their intelligence, not that he could blame her for being ignorant to the correct code.

Fortunately, he was not; every exterior door that had a coded lock, though changed every month, was secured with the same code, a rather lazy thing to do, but he was somewhat glad of it this time. He reached out shakily, the alien helpfully grasping his wrist to keep his hand stable as he punched in the code. There was a high-pitched, positive chirp, the light turned green on the pad, and the door hissed open.

"H-Hurry... c-cold," he stammered, teeth chattering; it could've been bitter cold at the best of times outside the colony, but being naked only made things worse.

The alien slipped inside, and gently placed him on the admittedly chilly metal floor, causing him to wince. But the ambient temperature would soon begin to rise, and shortly thereafter, the other door would open. It was still a little cool -- the facilities usually were -- but it was far better than freezing his ass off outside.

All the same, he was hoping to find some clothes; the aliens might've been fine without them, but for humans, they actually had a reason to cover up beyond decency. He walked into the room beyond the airlock, what appeared to be a maintenance shed; there were many around Victor's Post, and they often lay between the main facilities and exterior accesses, for convenience's sake for engineers that had to do maintenance outside.

Fortunately for Marcus, that meant there were usually changes of warm clothes available. He searched for lockers, the xenomorph that had brought him here stretching rather sexily in the corner of his vision. He blushed a little, but returned to his search until he found what he was after; a locker with not just cold-weather gear, but some fatigues and underpants as well. He didn't have to worry about size -- there was something of a 'one-size-fits-all' policy at Victor's Post -- though he was a little hesitant to put on underpants that weren't his.

He began pulling the clothes out of the locker, not bothering to check for any names, and was about to start putting them on when chitinous arms snaked around his body, supple breasts squashing against his back, erect nipples poking his skin as a set of lips gently peppered the back of his skull with seductive kisses, the lanky fingers gently grazing against his chest and his belly, inciting a husky, shuddering gasp from the human, feeling the Xenomorph grind her crotch against his rear. He felt her tail curl up between his thighs, the vicious tip turned so that the flat faced his body and the sharp point and edge angled towards the locker, pulling the segmented length up against his balls, rubbing gently from side to side against his sack.

"Mmph... d-do you want to go, huh?" he said with a tone of mixed timidity and eagerness. She hissed softly, her inner jaw sliding out past her lips out of his sight, Marcus only aware she had extended it when she began teasingly nibbling on the upper edge of his ear with it, tongue gently prodding the cartilage.

He had already grown erect from her gentle yet erotic teasing, his cock rubbing against the somewhat rough segments of her tail, though she would be gentle with how she grinded her appendage to his penis. She chuckled softly, pinching his ear softly between the teeth of her secondary jaw, pulling her head forward so her lips would graze over his ear with a sensuous, soft exhalation.

"I-I'll take that as a yes."

The alien released his ear with a guttural, shuddering chitter, like giggling. Her hands were roaming all over his front, sharp fingers leaving tingling, red welts against his skin, though they rapidly faded. She made small circles against his flesh with both her fingertips, and her palms, exploring him with an almost romantic dominance.

She kissed the back of his head again, and trailed a series of light pecks down to his neck, gently nibbling on his trapezius muscle, before she practically floated free from him, letting him go so gracefully, he had to blink to remind himself... though, he tail would've done that for him, gently tugging against his side to turn him around to face her, her back turned to Marcus as the sultry creature sauntered with a seductive gait towards some crates covered with a plastic tarpaulin. His eyes were invariably drawn to her curvaceous, rounded cheeks, jiggling tautly as her tail gracefully swayed above.

'Damn, they've got fine asses too...' he internally praised; they were indeed alien, but they were exotically beautiful, the chitinous carapace mixing with the soft, perfectly sculpted flesh in a way that just appealed even when one should've felt disgusted... she was beautiful. More than that, she was sexy, and now that he was no longer doing his best to hate them, he couldn't get enough. But what she did next sent his mind spinning, as she turned around with a sultry twist to face him, sitting down on one of the crates... and moving to spread her glistening labia with her two index fingertips, her tongue slipping across her lips enticingly.

'Fuck yes,' Marcus thought, as he took the invitation without any further hesitance, practically skipping over to her with erect cock in hand, moving to align his length with her womanhood... but it seemed she wanted to play first, pressing her hand down against the top of his head, pointing with her other hand to her loins, licking her lips with an alien chuckle. He blinked as he processed the request, and then smirked rather sheepishly, nodding in confirmation; she still might've been in charge, but damn if he wasn't going to do as he asked with what she was offering.

He crouched down, until he was level with her pussy, that sweet aroma emanating from her sex. Her fingers kept her labia parted, letting him gaze upon the steely-blue flesh between them, fluids trickling profusely. He wasn't sure if they could do that on command, or if arousal really got to them, though he personally hoped it was the latter; even aliens 'faking it' wasn't fun.

He shunted those thoughts aside, and moved in close, shuffling his legs until he grasped her inner thighs, her hand moving away from her sex to give him the room he needed to do his work, as Marcus moved in close to gently run his tongue along the pursed folds, now pressed together with the removal of her fingers. She twitched ever so slightly, but his touch was similarly slight; a good sign, he figured.

He pushed a bit more firmly now, just barely pushing the tip of his tongue between her smooth labia, fluids dribbling onto his tongue. Unlike their saliva, and their milk, their pussy juices weren't quite sweet, a little coppery and metallic. But Marcus didn't mind, that she was letting him do this was reward enough. He slipped his thumbs down across her thighs to her labia, gently rubbing his digits to the fringes of her vulva, soft sighs leaving the alien above, who had begun touching herself, groping her breasts in both hands, leaving him free to do as he pleased.

Marcus then moved his thumbs a little closer to her slit until they were over her folds; he wasn't entirely sure what to do, since he knew porn wasn't exactly 'truthful' on what did and didn't feel good... but all the same, it was what he had to go on. He decided to take a gentle approach, gently splaying her labia to either side so that he exposed the flesh around her entrance, and moved in close to press the broad, flat part of his tongue against her softer flesh, dragging it upwards and letting his tip graze over her firm clitoris.

A pleasured hiss left the xenomorph, growing less controlled as her nub was teased. He would do this several more times, before deciding to focus on her clit specifically. His thumbs would gently stroke her labia up and down, whilst he would waggle his tongue's tip to the bud, flicking it up and down and from side to side, swirling his muscle around the base of the button, and pressing down against it, looking up at the alien's face... or at least he tried, the xenomorph's head angled back so she was facing the ceiling, pleasured hisses constantly leaving her mouth. They weren't particularly fervent or erratic, but he took that as a sign he was doing something right.

Not wishing to let things grow stale, Marcus moved to wrap his lips around her clitoris now, suckling vigorously around the nub and constantly rubbing his tongue to it. Finally, she would look down, a heated, delighted expression upon her lips, with flashes of strain as jolts of pleasure seemingly wracked her body, noticeable with the odd shivers that sometimes ran up her spine, whilst her sex would quiver.

She bit her lower lip, one hand leaving a breast to rest against his head; not to guide him, not to control him, but so she could rake her fingers gently across his head, and perhaps tug ever so slightly, a gesture of encouragement. He would oblige, continuing to suckle and lick at her clit a few moments more until he decided it was time to get a bit deeper.

He released her nub, and slipped his lips and tongue down her vulva and pulled back just slightly, keeping his lips away from her nethers, and splaying her folds with his thumbs so that he was using his tongue against her softer flesh around her entrance. He lapped up and down with broad, slow strokes, letting the edges of his tongue push her folds out just that little bit more, and firmly pressing the flat face of his muscle against her sensitive entrance, tongue teasing over the orifice he was craving to explore.

Eventually, he couldn't hold himself back, and, taking from a few supposedly 'realistic' pornos he'd seen, he'd straighten out his tongue... and slowly push the muscle into her hole, the quivering entrance gently squeezing around his muscle as his mouth sealed to her vulva.

A constrained, delighted hiss left the alien's mouth, her hand gripping his head firmly and tugging him against her sex, her legs straightening up and causing her thighs to briefly squeeze around his head, before she loosened up, regaining some of her composure and letting him take the lead again. He would do so without hesitation, delving his tongue deep into her sex, as far as he could, suckling against her vulva with his lips and gulping down her coppery fluids without issue. Her hand left his head, and moved instead to rub her clit, clearly getting into the act. She hissed and growled in pleasure, her hips just barely rocking against his face.

He murmured quietly into her crotch, enjoying this little session. He tried to go more aggressive, writhing his tongue erratically about in her tunnel, whilst attempting to trace the quivering texture of her walls, his tongue following all the little ridges and folds of her contours, gulping down her fluids more rapidly as she seemed to release more and more. He worked his jaw rapidly now, suckling with an almost insatiable vigour to make sure he didn't drown in her fluids.

Every now and then, his tongue would slip out to curl up and down her gash as best he could without pulling his mouth away from her vulva, before delving back in. She herself was rubbing her clit more intensely now as well, hissing softly, her inner jaw gently pushing out past her lips repeatedly. Her body was shivering ceaselessly, a sign -- to him at least -- that she was nearing her climax.

It wasn't long before he was proven right, as she bucked into his face with an inhuman shriek and spasmed intensely, fluids splashing out against his face as the orgasm took her. He gagged and sputtered from the sudden influx of juices, until he pulled away from her quivering sex with a gasp, panting briefly before looking up at her. She was similarly panting, though in true nymphomaniac alien style, she was already calming down from her rather explosive climax, her breathing normalising and her expression returning to that typical devious, playful smirk. Her chest stopped heaving, so much, and soon, she was relaxed... but done, she was not, as she licked her lips and tugged her head upwards in a gesture to him.

He felt her foot gently push up against the underside of his cock, her desire clear to him now. He would nod with a smirk, and stand up, grasping her thighs and spreading her legs just a little bit wider, the alien gripping the edge of the crate for support, but otherwise leaving him to take the lead... he aligned his cock without the use of his hands, the act of giving her cunnilingus having aroused him to such rigidity, he didn't think he needed it. Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, beginning to splay her folds, still soaked with her orgasmic juices, apart, Marcus no longer trying to tease her... he wanted to fuck her, perhaps as revenge for being ridden whilst he was helplessly cocooned.

Despite that, he didn't take her too roughly... she'd been so gentle with him, it seemed only fair to go slow, at least at first, groaning as he slid inside her sex until his crotch pressed to her own.

"F-Fuck, tight as ever..." he said. There didn't seem like too much anatomical variation between the individual aliens, but he wasn't bothered by it; they all felt irresistible, no matter how much sex he'd had with them, forced or otherwise... though consensual sex brought about so much more joy for him.

He felt her gently close her thighs around his waist, her hold loose enough that he wasn't restricted in motion, but it felt intimate all the same. She cocked her head at him and smiled, crooning and hissing delightedly when he began to pull back, and push back in. Marcus started to pant now, the tight rubbing of her folds so intense to his cock, after it had throbbed with so much anticipation while he was eating her own. He picked up the pace now, gently thrusting with a slow, sensuous rolling of his hips, not going fast enough to slap his hips to her own, but still going as firm as he could.

His hands slipped up from her thighs, gently grazing along the sides of her body, where the soft skin of her front merged with the rigid, textured chitin of her back. His thumbs slid over her glassy smooth flesh, gliding over the edges of her bust, his hands lingering there so he could gently squeeze the sides of her breasts and watch how they stretched and jiggled just slightly. She didn't seem to mind, smiling lovingly at him.

He began to thrust faster now, a light, wet slapping reverberating through the room. He idly considered that, if there were still people yet to be caught in the Colony, then he and his current lover ran the risk of being caught at any moment... he wondered what 'unacquainted' people would think, seeing one of their own so fervently fucking one of the creatures they were desperately trying to avoid. He put those thoughts aside, looking into the visage of the xenomorph before him.

She may have lacked eyes, but what part of her face that could express emotions seemed so lively, even swearing he could see a glitter behind that translucent dome, within the hollow sockets where her eyes should be. Somehow... they didn't seem soulless anymore. Her lips though, constantly twisting and pursing in pleasure, smiling and puckering in delight, were far from subtle in expressing emotion. Tentatively, he slid one hand up from her side, and up to her face, gently pressing to her cheek in a loving manner. She leaned her head into his palm without hesitation, smiling warmly and lustfully at him.

He grit his teeth.

'Well, if you look at me like that, how can I stop?' he thought, his hips thrusting faster and faster. The pleasure and the lustful haze was getting to him now, leaning in closer to the alien... but much to his delight, so to was it getting to her, as she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him close, hissing and growling out huskily in her euphoria. He felt her claws dig into his back, almost painfully, but it just made the experience better; she was feeling that good.

She hissed by his ear, and he moaned into the crook of her neck, Marcus now pounding away with a loving, lustful power. The wet slaps echoed throughout the maintenance shed, and the crate she was sitting on jerked ever so slightly now that her hands had released its edge. He felt her legs wrap tightly and possessively around his waist, though always giving him the room he needed to pound away in his fervour.

Her hands roamed up and down his back, scratching him every now and then as she felt a stab of ecstasy punctuating the intense euphoria, leaving his skin just slightly bloody. Her tail had tightly wrapped around his legs, and Marcus just couldn't get enough of how closely they could cling to him, wrapping themselves up in their mate and refusing to let go. And then, as though by mutual, mental communication, the two of them brought their lips together in a feverish kiss.

She constantly twisted her mouth against his own, the seal of her lips breaking and reapplying repeatedly, meshing to his lustfully. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, even playing down his throat with far less care than normal. Though it wasn't quite as disarming as the Queen's, he loved it all the same, his tongue hopelessly wrestling with her inhuman length. He felt the tip of his tongue tease over her inner jaw, slimy and tangy, before it retreated just slightly so she could wrap his tongue up in her own.

His arms had wrapped tightly around her back much as she had done to him, one arm snaked around the small of her back, the other weaving through the folded-back tubes that flanked her upper spine, grasping onto her chitinous shoulder, holding her tight to him, until, with a break of their lips, Marcus would howl in ecstasy, and she would shriek for the same reason, clenching her legs around his waist and trapping him inside of her sex as he came, his hips humping her crotch jerkily with each rope of cum he poured into her depths, juices splashing against him as she was brought to her second, intense climax.

From there, they would grow limp against one another, though her embrace remained tight as she kept him inside her, panting heavily, Marcus beginning to feel quite exhausted after everything that had happened within the last twenty-four hours. Naturally, she was already beginning to recover... but fortunately, she showed no desire to go again, loosening her embrace and gently kissing him on the lips, far more romantically than the manic kissing they performed before.