Xenophilia - Yelena - Pt. 02

Suddenly, it jutted its hips forwards, hissing out a stimulated sigh... all as a long, contoured cock slipped forth from the creature's vagina, the length textured somewhat similarly to its body, a slightly tapered glans covered in sticky, glistening secretions, horizontal ridges and slightly protruding nubs encircling the dick like some exotic sex toy. It ran its hands down its supple body with a sensuous lick of its lips, then turning its face towards Yelena's slowly, licking its lips and grinning in anticipation. Yelena stared at the generously endowed member, and glared at the alien with wide eyes after.

"Oh no, oh no you fucking don't..." she warned, shaking her head dangerously. She swore, if they stuck anything like that inside her, she'd rip out whatever part of their body she could get at, acid be damned. Being treated to their lesbian wiles was one thing, but Yelena wasn't going to tolerate being used as a breeding tool, especially if it meant her death. She began to struggle and writhe in her bonds, a helpless effort as the creature stepped closer, dropping to its knees now and shuffling forward, cock throbbing with need.

Yelena spat a tirade of Russian at the creature, trying to shuffle back away from the approaching xenomorph and its specially textured cock. Suddenly, it straddled her hips... but instead of rubbing to her sex, it leaned forward slightly so it could begin rubbing to her abdomen, sighing out as it grinded its dick to her muscles.

Yelena paused for a moment in confusion, and then gave the creature an almost pitying look; she knew she should've been terrified, scared, loathing herself and feeling repulsed and disgusted by this, but all she could think was just how... creepy, it was, how pathetic the obsession these creatures had with her abs seemed if they wanted to rub their own cocks against them. It was almost laughable to Yelena, but she couldn't help but feel indignant at such a display of depravity.

"Really? Right where you want me, and you fuck my abs?" she muttered, completely dumbfounded over the entire situation.

Still, the creature did not seem at all perturbed, and it hissed quietly as it happily rubbed itself to her abdomen, its hands reaching up to grasp Yelena's breasts, fondling them and gently using them for leverage, pressing its tail into the ground behind it for some further support, sliding its slimy cock up and down the groove between her abdominals, licking its lips with its tongue. The pre that oozed from its tip adequately lubricated Yelena's body, smearing the sticky, viscous secretion across her skin as it gently pumped its length against her muscles. It moved one of its hands down to its cock to press it against her abdominals, applying a bit more pressure and prompting a long hiss of pleasure from the creature. It tilted its head backwards and curled its tongue in the air, Yelena catching a glimpse of that secondary maw just sliding past its lips slowly, its firmer, more menacing mandibles twitching a little as its tongue recoiled into this appendage, the dull teeth lining the jaws of the secondary mouth dripping with slimy saliva.

It pulled its hand away from its cock, instead lowering its body upon Yelena's and rubbing against her with its slow, debauched thrusts, using its own belly to sandwich its penis between Yelena's stomach and its own. It hissed millimetres from her face, smiling and leaning in to peck the human on the forehead gently, quiet, guttural growls emanating from its throat, sounds of pleasure, its textured cock throbbing with need. Yelena groaned, glaring at the creature in disgust, before letting out a shuddering sigh when it nuzzled its lips into the crook of her neck, suckling sensuously. It picked up the pace now, grinding its length along her abdomen, twisting its hips from side to side to add to the stimuli it felt. Its length seemed sensitive, as it kept gasping and releasing husky breaths of pleasure, shivering against Yelena's body as it clung to her.

It wasn't moving particularly fast, but it did rub firmly to Yelena's muscles, intent on releasing upon her stomach. Yelena groaned indignantly, tilting her head away from the xenomorph's earnest suckling, and ultimately providing it with more space with which to assail her neck with its debauched efforts. And then, with a loud growl, it thrust once and firmly against her abs, and began to paint her stomach in its sticky semen, hips jerking in sync with the loads it shot against her gut. It wasn't the only thing it released; Yelena detected a rather pungent aroma emanating from the creature, sweet and admittedly enticing, swirling around in the air of the chamber as it finished the climax upon Yelena's gut, hissing quietly and rubbing its still erect shaft upon the spattered cum, smearing its essence all over her now tense stomach. It grew limp atop of her, resting and panting quietly, breasts squashing Yelena's own, gently rising and falling beneath the alien, whose chest heaved from the exertion. But its recovery was quick, and it pushed itself up away from Yelena's body and looked down at the woman's stained belly, and grinned with another obscene lick of its lips.

Yelena couldn't help but look down at her body, and grimaced; she still couldn't believe that this thing had ejaculated onto her abdomen, using her muscles to get off. It made her feel a little dirty, and regard the aliens with complete confusion; they were just indulging in their fetishes at this point, which was completely counterproductive towards conquering and eliminating the humans at the Colony... unless...

Unless that wasn't their goal. Yelena pondered this possibility as the alien proceeded to slide down her body until it was hovering over her stomach, and proceeded to lean in and run its tongue from the lowest set of abs to the highest, collecting its own semen upon its flexible muscle in a debauched manner, curling the tip and gathering the cum and drawing it into its mouth to gulp down obscenely, sometimes pressing its lips to her stomach and suckling up the stained seed lavishly, drawing its lips together and gulping down its own substance. It made Yelena twitch and jerk a little, grunting in frustration.

As this continued, she thought more on her theory; if the aliens weren't trying to subjugate the colony, then maybe they were... xenophiles, to the most extreme extent. It would explain their unusual behaviour, and their obsessive need to stimulate their victims as well as themselves. Not once had they deliberately harmed her for their own amusement, and thinking back, it might explain why there were no blood stains to be found up in the colony, save for the patches of boiled metal where the aliens had bled themselves. She had no way to confirm this theory, however, and she wasn't about to just accept the manner in which these creatures conducted themselves; she was bound, trapped, and for all she knew, she was an isolated case, and not the norm.

Soon enough, the alien had finished 'cleaning' Yelena's stomach with its tongue and lips, leaving a film of sticky saliva in place of its semen. Its cock still twitched between its legs, hardly fatigued after only one climax. The alien chittered quietly, reaching forward to cup the side of Yelena's head and caress her gently. And then, it repositioned itself, this time angling its dick towards Yelena's entrance; a shiver of dread raced up her body, knowing this moment was coming, but wishing it wouldn't all the same. She felt its tip graze up against her labia, the slick glans gently grinding to her gash, the alien teasing her with a lecherous smile plastered across its lips. The slightly tapered tip of its cock meant it could part her folds with minimal effort, gently prodding the soft, sensitive flesh just outside her entrance and between her labia.

"N-No... just... I'll kill you," she threatened between stimulated pants. The xenomorph lowered its body to Yelena's, breasts squashing together and bellies grazing against one another. She felt its thighs slide up beside her own, the alien straddling Yelena's body and holding it close. It leaned in close, and ran its tongue up her neck and along her cheek in a single, prolonged draw of its tongue. It continued to rub her slit with its length, teasing and stimulating her. Yelena involuntarily tensed, but decided not to resist this time; she needed her strength, and fighting here would be pointless. She had to endure, no matter how much she hated it... and how good it actually felt, recalling the intense stimulation she felt when she was subjected to the debauched frenzy of nearly a dozen of the creatures.

Slowly, it began to push inside, stretching her walls and causing her to moan, the nubs and ridges of its length, slick and well lubricated, both gliding sensuously along her walls, and tugging upon the folds in a most stimulating manner, the row of bumps along the top shaped just right to tease at her G-spot, once the creature had hilted itself inside of Yelena's pussy, its girth feeling just a little too big, but ultimately, it fit snugly, gently pulsing in tune with its heartbeat, tip just before her cervix. It hissed in pleasure, nuzzling into Yelena's neck as its hands wrapped around the back of the woman's head, tugging on her skull just a little.

Yelena's face was burning red at this point, a mixture of shame and pleasure brought about by a growing warmth radiating from her loins, the insertion alone proving far more stimulating than she expected, the creature's textured cock a testament to their lascivious anatomy. With its hips pressed close to her own, the xenomorph began to pull back, the tugging sensation of its ridges and nubs against her walls, and the grinding of the bumps along the topside of the cock to her flesh, made her groan in pleasure, especially once it thrust back inside of her once it had withdrawn to its tip, the corona of its glans just barely starting to slip out. Its pumps were long, and slow, keeping the gradual rolling of its hips fluid and smooth. Its cock reached deep, and the protrusions that covered its flesh pushed into the contours of her depths and stimulated her most sensitive nerves. She couldn't understand why she was as sensitive as she was, and why even this slow, almost romantic motion was tantalising her. She gasped quietly, whilst the alien hissed into her ear, soft, erotic gasps of pleasure.

Yelena's head spun as a result of hearing its euphoria, so strained and genuine. She could also feel the fingers of one of its hands raking through her hair gently, lovingly even. Many of this thing's efforts felt far too 'humanlike' for Yelena to believe she was mistaking its intentions, and that its actual thought processes were legitimately alien. And the way it rolled its hips felt so nice, so careful... and then it 'looked' at Yelena with that featureless upper face, whilst its lips twisted into a lecherous yet endearing, desirous smile, letting its tongue slip out to lap at Yelena's own lips. The creature then arched its head back and hissed towards the ceiling, its movements slowing for a moment, its back arching flexibly, and the pipes flanking its spine, just below its shoulders, twitched and flexed, before the creature pressed its body to Yelena's once more.

It began to thrust faster now, the slick sound of its slimy member pumping in and out of her moistened tunnel filling Yelena's ears, her restrained moans and grunts of pleasure joining the obscene chorus. It kissed her, pressing its lips to her own and meshing them sensuously, tongue worming its way into Yelena's mouth and 'wrestling' with her own muscle, the alien female's breasts grinding tantalisingly to Yelena's, the creature 'sweating' against the woman's skin and allowing it to slide upon the marine's body with less friction than would be uncomfortable. Yelena involuntarily arched her back as a spike of pleasure raced up her body, her spine practically electric with the signals of stimulation rapidly transferred up her body. She groaned and gasped into the alien's mouth, one of the creature's hands sliding down her neck and across her back, its sharp fingers tracing her vertebrae with a sensual, grazing touch.

If the aliens were indeed unlike their supposed 'normal' phenotype in certain behaviour, and the particular specimens that had infested Victor's Post sought only to mate and 'play' with the humans that lived there... then this was the most obscene 'imprisonment' Yelena had ever thought possible. Still, she wasn't going to believe in that theory so soon, especially when it might've been an errant hope. She couldn't rely on that, she needed intel. Once -- or if -- she got that, then she would know how to proceed.

For now, she had to endure this encounter... which was proving far harder than she initially considered. It wasn't that the shame and the disgust and the humiliation was breaking down her resolve... it was just how good it felt. Constantly, she tried to remind herself that feeling good was not synonymous with enjoyment... but she was having a hard time convincing herself, because even as the xenomorph began to thrust faster, the nubs and ridges of its cock rapidly rubbing and tugging past her folds, it just felt too good, too 'empathetic'; the alien wanted her to feel good. They always wanted to see their 'victims' moan and writhe in bliss. It seemed to excite and delight them, and it made Yelena's own resolve waver.

But she reminded herself that these things had taken her men, and she had no idea of their status. She swore to herself that if she had the opportunity, she would do what she could to find out what happened to them. She felt a boost to her resolve, and so, even as she found herself nearing an orgasm, her mind remained steadfast against this assault. The creature began to thrust with increasing speed, growling and hissing with aggressive lust, its tongue probing down Yelena's throat and tasting her every nook and cranny. It began to gyrate its hips, like it had done to her abdomen before, only now stirring up her insides with intense sensations radiating throughout her loins now. Yelena began to pant and groan, involuntarily rolling her hips to meet the alien's thrusts, clenching her eyes shut as the pleasure grew overwhelming.

She could feel the bumps lining the top length of its cock rubbing to her G-spot, the sensation not as intense as the way it had rubbed its fingers so intensely to the sensitive trigger, and how that alien from her first encounter with the creatures had so wondrously worked its tongue to said spot. But it was compensated for by the intensely stimulating cock that the creature sported, picking up speed now and beginning to slap its hips to her own, the wet sounds emanating throughout the chamber.

And in the end, Yelena was not able to hold out, crying out into the creature's mouth, feeling her eyes roll backwards beneath their lids as she bucked upwards, shuddering and releasing fluids against its groin, and prompting it to press its lips more firmly to her own, slamming its shaft as deep as possible into her depths and shrieking into Yelena's mouth as it came, sharp jerks causing its tip to 'kiss' her cervix repeatedly as it pumped seed into her womanhood, numerous thick, gooey ropes filling her depths as it came inside of her, bucking with animalistic lust until its climax finally came to an end, falling limp atop of her and breaking the kiss and panting next to Yelena's ear. She herself breathed heavily, her senses overwhelmed by the ecstasy the creature forced into her.

They laid together, catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow -- even Yelena, unable to deny that it felt damn good -- for a few long moments, until it regained its composure, and slide its length out of Yelena's depths, semen pouring from her slit and dripping from its textured cock, the organ sliding back into its body and being tucked away inside its vagina. It stretched then, running its hands provocatively up its body and over its breasts, and down once more. It cocked its head from side to side before turning to 'face' Yelena. It smiled and licked its lips, crouching down before her and rubbing her face affectionately, its body glistening with the strange 'sweat' it seemingly exuded for solely sexual purposes. It leaned in close, and then gently pecked her on the lips, before twisting around, and darting out of the chamber on all fours, tail whipping through the air after it.

Yelena lay there, her nethers smeared in cum and her body sticky with a film of her own sweat and the creature's, chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing. Of all the ways she could've expected to die or be imprisoned in the line of duty... this wasn't one of them. She felt guilty, dirty for what had happened, yet in equal measure, perplexingly delighted. She felt confused, as the conflicting feelings clashed with one another, and she remained like this for some time, shivering from the cool air in the cave kissing her naked body, her only solace being that she wasn't currently being violated, and that she had time to think on things, mostly about her men, which seemed to give her some resolve. She would find out, no matter what.

The creature returned shortly, this time walking in on two legs and carrying a bunch of metal objects on chains that jingled together. She then recognised them as dog tags, and her heart sank.

'No, no, please no,' she recited in her mind, terrible thoughts passing through her head as she ran through a number of scenarios her marines could've found themselves in, many of them horrible to contemplate. The alien stepped over her, and then hung the tags before her eyes. Yelena wanted to glare and spit at the creature, thinking this some sort of sick taunt, but there was only a warm smile to be had on its face. None of the metal tags had any blood stains on them, and all but one were accounted for. The creature then 'looked' at the tags with a mildly surprised expression, as though it hadn't done something right, before reaching to pick out one specifically, and turn its blank face to Yelena... causing her eyes to light up in shock and disbelief.

Etched onto the back of the metal were the words, 'ALIVE. TRUST ALIEN.'

Yelena was simultaneously relieved and completely unsure what to think; at first she thought it might've been a ruse, but she recognised a particular quirk in the etching; the 'I' had been topped and bottomed, but the 'A's were missing the middle line. Only Corporal Sangello seemed to do that as far as Yelena knew, and the etchings looked like they had been done by his favourite switchblade, rather than the claws or tail of one of the aliens. What she didn't understand is why it said 'Trust Alien'. Did they force him to write the words and then kill him? Or was he being subject to the same 'attention' as she was.

Yelena couldn't be certain, but as little as it was to go on, she had hope that her men were alive. The alien smiled and chittered in a way reminiscent of giggling, before it laid the dog tags on her chest gently, and then it dropped down on the ground next to her... and laid against her side, nuzzling into Yelena's neck and wrapping its arms around her body, embracing the marine in a loving cuddle, before seemingly drifting off to sleep, breathing out almost like a purr. Leaving Yelena completely shocked, and perplexed on how she was supposed to treat these things... and if they might not have been as bad as they seemed.