Xenophilia - The Alien - Pt. 01

This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.

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She had no name. No, names were not for her or her kin to have. That was for the humans. To shout, to cry out to, to know. For her to listen to... it was good to listen. To find them, to catch them... and to make them cry out other sounds.

That was what drove the eyeless female, quietly stalking a ventilation duct, scenting the air for the pheromones and smells of humans. There were still many around, though few compared to those already in the clutches of her sisters and the Queenmother. They were learning. Some had yet to know. Yes, they needed to know. And she needed to hunt... nothing was better.

The appendages on her back quivered in excitement at the thought; no matter how many she had taken, how many she had driven to ecstasy, she was still so excited about the prospect. She would never grow bored, though she lamented the day the 'true' hunts would come to an end... she liked to hunt. It was delightful.

She paused; the creature had picked up the scent. A man was close, a trail of his pheromones, full of fear and uncertainty, betraying his place of hiding. Oh, how it made her hiss and shiver in anticipation, that heady cocktail of terror and horror. It made her wet between her thighs at the idea. She hoped he would give her a chase. She did so enjoy her chases.

She followed the scent, through the metal tunnels the humans had built above and below and around their normal passageways. Ducts they were, for air, she had learned. She didn't care; they were perfect for stalking her prey from, as most of her sisters had learned. She could drop down from below or burst from the side, ensnare one of her prey and drag them into oblivion before their kin could help them, before they even knew what had happened. And then, then she would have her fun, have her way with them until they were exhausted, and then she would take them to the Hive. She hoped the Queenmother would reward her for this one like the last.

He was alone. Alone was good, no interference. More fear, more of that intoxicating aroma. It was her drug, her addiction. It would only abate when there was no one left to hunt truly. Then she would find other drugs. She already was. But hunting this human was all that was on her mind. She eventually came upon him, the man clutching something in his hand... a keepsake? Or a weapon? It was small and box-like. She could see the strange, flittering outlines of his form and his surrounds in the mental images in which she saw the world.

She had no eyes. She had other senses, however, other ways of seeing things in the physical world... right down to the twitching of his face once she peaked her head out from a vent, already broken from a previous 'stalker'. She could see him, outlined in vivid shades of white and black and all between, a worldview beyond the comprehension of any other being. And the colours from the pheromones... fear and indecision, so enticing. It was a beautiful mix of the monochrome and the vibrant. And all constructed in her mind, no eyes to speak of.

He was at a crossroads of sort; whilst the passage only went in one direction, two rooms opened to his flanks. He appeared to be pondering if safety could be found in those places. She smirked; he was not safe at all. She already knew her plan, already formulated how she would strike. She slunk back up into her vent, deathly quiet as she made her way to the room on the opposite side. Again, broken open, sparing her the need to make unnecessary noise. Another smile; had a sister set this up for any of her fellow blood to use? Yes, it had to be, she scented the endearing aroma of her kin, and it made her hiss silently. Such was family, to be so tight.

Soon, he would be family too.

She dropped down into the room opposite to him, slinking across the ground without a sound. It was hard to resist springing there and then, but it had to be clean. She loved the fear, and the terror that would follow, but she could not hurt him. It would've wounded her more terribly than any weapon. But she was confident. Yes, she knew all would be well... he was no different to her other quarry. Less armed than some, and terribly nervous. It would be over for him in an instant, before something new and wondrous began. She crawled closer, exploiting the darkness of the room she was in, the lights long since turned off... a perfect ambush.

The man suddenly turned, walking towards the room she was in. She smiled; he did not seem aware of her presence, shrouded in the shadows. Shadows were her friend, her ally... they concealed her until her terrible strike was unleashed. Her blood was racing now, but her heart, her body, it was cold. She was always cold, but the heat of her excitement was something that transcended the physical. In that way, her corrosive blood was boiling with desire. More wetness formed between her legs. She was going to strike soon.

He noticed her, only too late, only too close, his face twisting into terror as he realised his carelessness, the colourful burst of fear triggering the lusty alien. She couldn't hold back. She burst, she lunged, launching from the shadows with a terrible shriek, rearing up over his height. He raised his weapon, a simple metal container. She smacked it aside and let her great hand wrap over his face, her other hand snaking around his body as she charged into the other room, ready to steal him away.

He screamed, he struggled violently. He smelled wonderful. The chemical cocktail of his pheromones was getting the alien's heart racing, her acids pumping, and her nethers quivering in anticipation. She then pinned him down to the ground, unable to wait this time, unable to contain her primal lust. Taking him to the hive could wait. She would not be interrupted... though that might have been excitement all its own.

The man thrashed beneath her, and she pressed her body against him. Not to halt his movements, so much as to feel his shuddering, struggling form against her own, causing a tittering hiss to leave her mouth. She loved it when they struggled. Prey that squirmed made her and her sisters feel so good. Yes, it was lovely when they fought, so helplessly, but the rubbing was delightful. She wasted no more time, though, moving to tie his arms together with her dextrous tail.

"Let go!" he cried. Why would she do that? These humans sometimes said the strangest of things. Their fear made them so illogical... it was endearing. With his arms pinned to the floor above his head, she was free to lock his legs down with hers... and then, she could begin to undress him. She was excited, the thick smell of his body hitting her, the pheromones he was giving off oh so very intoxicating. It made her drool, the cold, sweet-tasting droplets falling onto his face. She was so excited, the more of his body she exposed, the more she wanted him.

His squirming started to die down. Humans did that, when they started to spy the rather 'interesting' features she and her kin possessed, features they did not expect their hunters to have. She knew his eyes were now affixed to her breasts, and it made her feel so very desirable. She wondered if she should've smothered him between them. Maybe soon, once she had him riled up.

She hissed a teasing sound at him, licking her lips as his terrified and confused expression showed he was discovering more about her sultry body. Yes human, look. Look and lust. She was wondering how long he'd last, if it'd take time in the hive to open his eyes to their love, or if he'd fall here and now... she was about to find out. But, there was no harm if he didn't fall to her wiles here... she loved to 'torment' the cocooned.

She started to grind her slick nethers against him now, feeling a soft, squishy lump against her vulva... he had not yet grown hard. That was changing, a surprised, shivering gasp leaving the terrified man, a pulse racing through his penis. She grinded more firmly to the hardening length, the man shaking his head.

"No, no, no no no no, not this! What are you doing?!" he shouted as he tried so hard to suppress the pleasurable expressions desperately trying to twist his face. It was changing, she could scent the pheromones of mating desire starting to emanate from him. The minds of humans often required more convincing; their bodies were not more honest than they were, simply unbound by the minds that controlled them when it came to such things. No matter. He would be as honest in time.

His penis was soaked in her fluids, causing him to groan and shudder, tugging against her coiled tail and trying to throw her off of him. It was adorable, and so very exciting. She licked her lips and started to grind against his mast slower, but with more pressure than before, sandwiching his cock between his stomach and her hungry vulva, the friction and his own rising body heat warming up her cold fluids and flesh, the smooth, rubbery flesh she possessed further enhancing the sensation. She lowered herself to him once more, her breasts squashing to his chest, her hands snaking around his head, long fingers easily encompassing the back of his head.

His eyes were wide, full of fear as she made him look onto her terrifying visage, half smooth dome, impassive and cold, the other half twisted into lecherous, predatory hunger, before she leaned in close to run her tongue up his face, slowly and firmly. She squashed his cheek in just a little, letting his skin spread away just slightly from where her tongue pushed down, leaving a wet, lingering trail of her saliva upon his skin.

He flinched and grunted, his breaths coming out fast and fearful. They were shallow too, his fear palpable, delicious. She wanted more, but no longer was she able to terrify him with sudden strikes... she would enjoy what she could extract from him, lifting her hips up until his cock sprang erect, gliding against her labia. She hissed in pleasure, turning her attention back down to him with a lecherous grin.

His own expression was one of confusion and meek terror, no longer able to understand what was happening to them. It was not new to her; all the humans thought her sisters were there to slaughter them, to devour them, and many other terrible things. They just wanted to enjoy the fear humans gave off before they delved into the lusty purpose of their hunting. This was no different, the alien gyrating her hips to the tip of his cock, whilst unfurling her tongue and letting her sweet tasting and smelling saliva drip onto his face.

She chuckled softly, a deep, warbling growling sound, evidence of her amusement and delight at the situation. She leaned in close again, giving the man another slow, erotic lick. A shuddering gasp left his mouth, flinching again at the touch of her inky-black tongue, slick with her saliva. She trailed her lips close to his own... until she suddenly sealed her mouth to his, just as she suddenly dropped down upon his cock, silencing any shocked moans that would've left his mouth, cut short by her kiss.

She was hungry, and she couldn't wait to explore his mouth. He let out a muffled, panicked gasp, but he couldn't stop her from unfurling her tongue in his mouth. He tried to shake her off, but she had a firm hold on his head, and she wasn't easy to shake loose once she had latched onto her treat. Her tongue started to wind about in his mouth, draping across the insides of his cheek, coiling around his quavering tongue and threatening to delve down his throat. He gagged at that, so she retreated. She took her time. Soon, he would be longing for the kiss of her kind, so deep and placating.

A ripple ran up his body from his nethers, all as she clenched his cock in her nether folds. She had such control, she had once made a human loose his seed inside of her depths from the simple motions of her muscles. How she enjoyed the way that one squirmed desperately beneath her...

Something she was going to do to this one. She loved it when they struggled helplessly, trying to escape the irresistible pleasure she wracked their bodies with. She clenched her muscles around his cock, and then eased the tightness, loosening up from root to tip... before tightening once more in the same direction, as though a ring of her flesh was slowly rolling up his mast.

She paid special attention to his tip; human penises were sensitive there mostly, unlike her own kind, where their entire shaft was erogenous. Of course, humans couldn't control the way they felt and endured pleasure like her kind could. So it still meant her kind could far more easily dominate humans like this, plunging deep into their bodies and making them moan and orgasm numerous times, well before she and her sisters were spent and exhausted.

He was going red in the face. She could not see colour, but she could sense heat and other bodily reactions living things had... she knew he was flushed, hot and aroused. His smell had grown even more enticing, like a lusty, addictive perfume that she couldn't go long without. It riled her up, wanting him to make more, starting to rise and fall upon his mast, clenching down tightly, the slickness of her vagina complementing the mild friction from the tightness she imparted. It made him pant already, shivering and grimacing from the intensity of the pleasure, something he likely was not expecting.

"Fuck..." he said, his voice still quiet and shallow from fear, but now the pleasure was starting to override the panic and the terror. She had enjoyed what she could get from him, though she still wished he had more fearful aromas to give. But now, she was hissing from her own pleasure. It felt good, to have a shaft pumping in and out of her depths, hitting all of her sensitive folds. It sent tingles, like static, up her spine and throughout her softer skin. Even her carapace shivered in delight, the muscles beneath the chitin twitching from the stimulation.

The human twitched too, twitched so nicely, trying desperately to hold out, to avoid what was inevitable. She liked that, she liked it when they tried to defy her advances. It was lovely to see them squirm, grimace and grit their teeth, hoping to avoid orgasming from her efforts. It was always useless, but she wouldn't have it any other way... limp humans weren't just boring, it meant their minds might have simply evaporated, and she couldn't have that. But he was panting and shuddering beneath her, his cock throbbing in her choking pussy.

He wouldn't lose his mind in such a way, only in the manner she and her kin so delighted. And once his sanity returned... he would have his eyes opened to new delights. It made her smile against his lips, having to retract her tongue or push against his jaws with it every time he tried to grit his teeth... not that he could've bitten through her deceptively durable tongue, but it wasn't pleasant all the same.

She raked her fingers through his short hair. It was nice, she liked doing it, feeling the strands, long or not, sliding between her chitinous digits, gently scraping the scalps of her prey with an affectionate touch. She never intended to harm, and she never would, only exploring the bodies of those she ensnared. Of course, she wanted to do more than simply run her hands across his form and mate with him... she'd perhaps jumped the gun here, she wanted to play with him a little first. No matter, she would have that opportunity... she would get to taste him as intimately as possible. No matter how he resisted, he would always give up his precious seed to her or her sisters... in time, the defiance would be for his own enjoyment too.

She had loved upon several of the humans that they captured before the great push, and they often fought, resisted and squirmed with lusty grins on their faces, having grown to enjoy the sensation of being preyed upon by their captors... they were treated with love and kindness, yet were still 'hunted' for the delight of all... perhaps this one would be the same, trying to crawl away as though in fear, yet internally begging for the mouth of one of her kin to 'feast' upon him. Until then... she was savouring the taste of true fear.

But as before, it was dissipating, his pheromones now that of lust, confusion and defiance, the pleasure eliminating much of his ability to comprehend terror. She could feel it in the way his tensed face broke and softened for a moment to let out a stimulated gasp, and his hips weakly bucked upwards into her sex, the roiling flesh of her innards 'punishing' him for the movement, even as she was rolling her hips up and down upon his mast, squeezing tightly and plunging him in and out. She could feel the sticky precum oozing into her passage, smeared around his length and rubbed into her slimy walls, a sure sign that he was close.

Garbled grunts and shuddering gasps were released into her mouth, her kiss still silencing him for the most part. Tension was leaving his body, as he could no longer effectively resist her. Good, good, he would be completely vulnerable soon, unable to resist whatever she was to do to him next. But there was another sort of tension taking his body, a tension of muscles going taut as orgasm slowly approached.

She wanted to see his body squirming beneath her when he did, so she broke the kiss, sliding her hands from his head and wherever else they were exploring, pressing to his bare chest with her elongated fingers splayed out across his pectorals, sitting up in the process and thus letting his cock stand more perpendicular to his body, even when fully nestled inside of her depths. Her rump squashed more to his hips as well, her breasts also now free to bounce to their heart's content.

And all the while, she watched, the strange, wavy outline of his facial features clear enough to her to see every muscle twitch and every little motion of his eyes as the pleasure was breaking down his resistances. She licked her lips slowly, drawing her tongue from one corner of her mouth, all the way to the other, giving him a toothy grin. She liked to show off her teeth, it always spurred a tiny bit of fear just when it was starting to fade.

He winced at the sight, her sharp teeth, ivory and glistening with her saliva, contrasting with the dark of her lips and face. She hissed in amusement, and proceeded to ride him more roughly now, causing his face to contort in pleasure, closing his eyes and moaning sharply, sounding as though he was still desperately trying to suppress the sounds of his stimulation. It wasn't working, of course, but she loved to hear it, to listen to their crumbling resistance until they were too weak to suppress their own pleasure. She started twisting her hips in a circular motion, causing his cock to stir about in her depths, pushing and rubbing more firmly to her walls, which ceaselessly roiled and squirmed about his shaft, trying to milk him of all his worth.

The man was starting to pant a little less shamefully now, once she began to bounce up and down, her rump cheeks ever so nicely slapping against his hips, jiggling with each impact, a resounding, wet impact echoing throughout the room in the process, the sloppy sound a result of their fluids mixing together... mostly her own. He slid in and out of her so easily, despite her tightness. It only made the friction, what little there was that transferred through her clenching innards, all the more intense for him to feel. More precum oozed from his tip, and his pants were growing more heated, as were his moans.