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Grant Birch had expected he’d be fighting things like this when he signed up for the USCMC. He’d heard the rumours, and despite the vague horror stories he’d listened to over his service, he felt it was his duty to be there and ready to fight these things to protect the human race.

He just never expected it’d be like this; alone, no backup, no support, and no idea where the next attack would come from. Sure, he was fully equipped, armoured up and laden with his ammo and weaponry. He thought he was the only one in his squad who was… before he became the only one left. He cursed quietly as he swept his M41A across a hallway, eyes going from one vent to the other. Nothing. He shone his flashlight into the vents to be sure, and made out no shapes… but he knew better than to be complacent now.

Their dark appearance allowed them to blend into the artificial surroundings of the colony, at least outside of the well-lit areas and brightly coloured rooms. But he wasn’t in such a place, the lights flickering or simply not functioning in places, and working perfectly in others. Moreover, he was in a more industrial part of the colony… trying to make his way to the comms tower, as per protocol; if separated or if lacking any standing orders, fall back to the comms tower, access it by any means necessary, and then hold it down until further notice.

Unfortunately for Grant, he was on the other side of the Colony when it happened, and he still wondered how the hell he managed to get to the armoury to get geared up without any of those things catching him… and then he did the stupid thing and went looking for his squad mates instead of making his way to the tower. Now he had to trek back through these halls through what was now effectively enemy territory; he’d already encountered a few of the creatures, and saw them off with a few short bursts of his rifle.

They seemed less inclined to face him now, but that only made him more worried; they kept to the shadows and avoided being seen in clear detail, but they had no qualms about snatching people in front of others, and in quick succession at that. But for him, they weren’t showing their faces at all… they weren’t being bold, which only led him to assume they were biding their time and preparing an ambush. He checked his motion tracker, pulling the somewhat bulky piece of equipment up from his belt; he saw no blips, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there… lying in wait, just itching for the right opportunity to pounce.

He checked his weapon; 63 rounds in the first magazine, and he had a few more on his belt. He also had loaded grenades, but he cursed the fact he likely would never get to use them in such tight quarters; anything that was more likely to kill these fuckers was a good thing in his books, but not if it killed him in the process. He had his pistol, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to use that, not any time soon at least. He checked his ammo counter again, and grimaced; sure, he still had around sixty percent of his first magazine left, but none of the rounds he’d already fired hit any targets. They knew very well what he had in his hands, and since he tried to spray a few of them down, they were being extra cautious.

At least it meant they weren’t dogging his every step, but he was afraid of how much resistance they’d put up once they decided to strike. Worst of all, he couldn’t simply get into their head; they weren’t some hapless, poorly trained terrorist group, or even a well-trained force of soldiers. They were aliens , and therefore, their motivations were alien. Even if he could translate them into human concepts, how they conducted themselves would still not be entirely human.

It would be difficult to predict what they would do, or how much force they’d be willing to employ to deal with him. At the very least, he knew they had a sense of self-preservation, and that meant he could use that to give himself some breathing room… unless they decided their lives were no longer important.

He peaked around a corner, sweeping his gun across the hallway, and then turned around to check the opposite side of the intersection. Again, nothing, but the claw marks on one wall in the direction he needed to go, and the scattered paperwork and folders on the ground did not ease the tension he was feeling.

“Fuck… alright, remember your training… just… don’t forget you don’t have anyone watching your back,” he reminded himself. He’d been trained in close quarters combat, but he did not have much experience outside of exercises… but it was the lack of teammates that he was most concerned with. No one to watch his back, no one to call out if something was going to come up from behind and blindside him. He’d have to be extra careful, but he didn’t have much to work with, and he couldn’t see out the back of his skull.

As he advanced down the hallway, keeping to one wall, he made sure to turn around and check behind him, whilst looking up and checking the ceiling, making sure none of those things was clinging to the roof and waiting to drop down. The numerous conduits and pipes covering that ran along the ceiling would’ve made it difficult to check for danger at the best of times. He came to another intersection, this time a four-way crossroad. He only needed to continue ahead to keep advancing towards the tower, but to either side of him were darkened hallways, the one to his left possessing only a single flickering light.

He shone his light down both hallways, and again, saw nothing… but he checked his motion tracker, just to be sure. No blips were showing, but the marine had a gnawing belief that they were waiting just outside the range of the tracker, where he couldn’t detect them. Nonetheless, he moved forward, knowing that staying on the move was his best chance of survival until he reached the tower.

He knew the light would give him away, but he doubted it mattered, and it’d at least let him see what he was shooting at, and maybe spot something before it was too late. He took several steps forward, and looked behind himself, shining their light across the hallway he’d just come from… tensing up when he saw something move. It was only a brief flash, it could’ve been a simple shadow, but he wasn’t liking his odds. It couldn’t have been that simple. He took a few steps backwards, keeping his finger close to his trigger, though not quite on it just yet. He took a few more steps backwards, and then turned around, continuing to make his way towards the tower. He checked the map on his PDA, and plotted a route; the elevators that would’ve taken him to the top of the tower, where he needed to be, probably weren’t working, and there were no stairs to the main observation and control deck.

There were, however, ladders in both the elevator shafts, and in their own separate tunnels. He could get to the second ladder shafts by cutting through the maintenance access hatches in the elevator shafts, since there was no guarantee he’d be able to open the top doors from the ladder compared to being down on the ground. And the separate ladders leading to the observation deck would’ve only had a pressure door that he could easily access.

The shafts were up ahead. He would’ve been able to open the hatches down below, get through to the hallways on the other side – since, for some reason beyond him, the only way to get to the other side on the level he was on was via a long detour – and make his way up the other ladders. As he neared his objective, he decided to take out his motion tracker and check it again… and paled when he saw the many, many dots that were converging on his position. He counted almost a dozen blips swiftly moving towards him from behind and from the intersection he’d just passed… some leaving the hallways and likely traveling through the vents leading to the rooms that flanked the corridors.

“Shit!” he cursed, putting his tracker away and bringing up his pulse rifle. He very much wished he could attach the tracker to the barrel of his gun… but unfortunately, he wasn’t quite that lucky or crafty. He pressed up against a wall, and kept his gun ‘down range’ so to speak… until he saw several shapes peek out from around corners. He saw flashes of teeth, and heard the sound of claws scratching across metal grating. He immediately loosed a series of short bursts, the ammo counter going down from 63 to 59, to 54 and finally to 46. He slowly walked backwards, careful not to trip, flicking the barrel of his pulse rifle towards any hint of movement, and firing on any shape he saw. Again, he saw something try and emerge from their cover, and he let his gun issue forth a quick stream of bullets, the tell-tale, distinctive almost electronic report of the M41A echoing throughout the corridor.

He had some distance here, and he could’ve used his grenade launcher… but he was still hesitant to do so, lest he sever some vitally important piece of equipment or a power conduit, or anything. He saw a silhouette of an alien through a window in one of the rooms close to him, and so fired at the shape, shattering the glass and managing to hit the creature… he only grazed it, however, much to his frustration. It ducked down with an angry, pained shriek, and did not rise up from its position… but he knew it was still there, waiting and not moving until it was safe.

He fired off several more bursts, the ammo counter on his pulse rifle ticking down as he slowly expended his magazine. They were trying to push him now, and soon, he realised they were coordinating with each other so they could slowly advance. The creatures making their way through the vents entered the rooms to the sides, and made him focus on them so the aliens in the main hall could slowly advance up the corridor, keeping low but moving fast, and smashing their way through windows so they could avoid getting shot.

They moved from one room to the next, and some stayed where they were, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to advance without him filling them full of caseless 10mm rounds. He grimaced, realising that they were making him expend ammo… but he had no choice. If he stopped firing, they’d charge him, and he did not want to bet on putting them down in close quarters, where he wouldn’t likely get the second just behind the first he had promptly killed… still, that they were so keen on not dying as much as they were happy to snatch and no doubt murder their human victims gave Grant the advantage, able to keep them back long enough to make it to the elevators.

The maintenance hatch was next to the main doors. He didn’t have time to get down and open the hatch… so, after firing a few more bursts down range, he turned around and shot out the hatch’s latches, weakening it enough for him to kick it in. He proceeded to empty the mag as he saw an alien getting ballsy, trying to charge him. He managed to nick it across the shoulder, green blood splashing onto the floor. It hissed and ducked back into cover, whilst the blood sizzled rather menacingly on the ground, melting holes into the metal floor.

That, he had not known, and the revelation they had highly caustic blood did not sit well with him.

‘They bleed fucking acid?! Are you fucking kidding me?!’ he angrily thought. That made him even less inclined to let the things close, because he’d only shot that one in the shoulder, and it appeared to only be a light wound, yet it sprayed blood quite substantially… as though its blood was under high pressure. Perhaps a sort of natural defence mechanism; cut a bitch, get burned to death. He growled, and swiftly exchanged magazines, his ammo counter jumping from 00 to 99 the moment he’d fully loaded and charged the weapon, he fired off a few more rounds, and then quickly tried to duck into the maintenance hatch.

Of course, his armour proved to be bulkier than he would’ve liked, as his equipment caught on the edges of the hatch.

“Fuck!” he cursed, tugging his body and trying to force his way through. His only option was to unclip his tactical vest from his armour, allowing him to get inside, and pull the vest in after… but not before a chitinous arm reached through the hatch, grabbing at him.

He lunged backwards, trying to avoid the grasping limb, and promptly dropped his tactical vest on the bottom of the elevator shaft, leaving only his pistol and its single magazine attached to his belt. He drew his sidearm and fired through the hatch, one of the rounds grazing across the chitinous anterior edge of the limb. The alien hissed angrily and recoiled its arm, though he didn’t think for a moment he wounded it; the shallow impact and its carapace meant the bullet simply bounced off its limb. Hopefully it made it think twice, though immediately after, he saw numerous shapes racing towards the hatch.

He fired numerous rounds through the opening, groping around for his Pulse rifle and tactical vest and failing to find it in the dark, especially since his attention was focused on making sure nothing made it through the opening… until one of those aliens suddenly emerged from above, crawling down the side of the elevator, positioned just above the second floor.

“Goddamn it!” he cried out, and fired several rounds up at the creature, but it jumped to the wall of the shaft, avoiding his hits.

‘ Dammit, what made me think they couldn’t get into the shaft elsewhere?!’ he chastised himself. He squeezed off a few more rounds until a horrible sound met him; the sound of the pistol clicking as it had no more rounds to shoot. His eyes widened, and he whipped around, searching for his tactical vest; he needed ammo, or his rifle, anything. He searched around for his gear, whilst still clinging onto his pistol… until the alien was looming before him.

He went still, all his training and all his instincts just vanishing as the creature reared over him, its features shrouded by the shadows that cast upon its black carapace. But, in what light he could see with, there was a glimpse of white from the creature’s face. Was it… smiling?

The fucker was smiling, he was certain of it, a twisted grin revealing a set of sharp teeth.

He wasn’t even sure if they had any lips to begin with, but if they could smile… well, he didn’t want to give this thing any sense of satisfaction… but what could he do, without a single bullet, not even for himself, or the knife foolishly stowed in his tactical vest. This was not how he wanted to die, but it more and more seemed like that was no longer his decision to make.

It drew closer, whereupon he noticed some… odd features about its body. Beyond its eerily human smirk, he spied… breasts? Did this thing have breasts? Or was that just the fear and the shadows playing tricks on him. Surely it couldn’t have a chest like that. He backed up slowly, sliding across his rump… until he heard something snap, followed by a creak. Both he and the alien whipped their heads up, to see the elevator listing towards one corner. He could hear the guide wheels of the elevator groaning, unable to support its own weight.

‘Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me!’ he thought. Surely one of his wayward bullets hadn’t hit something important, and surely the elevators had more failsafes than that… but apparently not, as the elevator lurched, one of its wheels breaking as the thing threatened to fall. What could be worse, being murdered by some monstrous creature from the depths of space, or crushed by an elevator…

He did not have time to ponder the answer, for the alien would suddenly lunge at him… but instead of tearing him to pieces or anything else it could’ve done, it grabbed him by the scruff of his BDU, and without warning, flung him over a support beam to a maintenance space just behind the shaft, just as the elevator fell. There was an awful screeching of metal on metal as the brakes failed.

Grant would not have cleared the falling elevator in time had the alien not suddenly braced itself, absorbing the impact with a pained shriek and bowing under the weight, bending its limbs to soften the impact and ensure its limbs didn’t simply snap. It was barely holding up the elevator, Grant honestly impressed by its strength… but more confused by the alien’s act, saving him from an unpleasant death. It could’ve easily escaped itself… but instead, it saved him instead. He paused, looking at in confusion, before it suddenly hissed in his direction… its elongated head unable to look straight down due to the elevator resting on its back. It did, however, rock its head in a fashion that almost said ‘get out of here’.

Was that what it was trying to say? Or was that just Grant’s own misinterpretation of its gesture… he decided discretion was the better part of valour and looked around for an escape. There was a hatch to an outside corridor in the maintenance space he was in, but it had fallen down, still connected at one corner, giving him a gap big enough to see what appeared to be a large crate sitting in front of the hatch. He’d never move it.

He looked around, and found what appeared to be a crawlspace, likely leading to the other elevator shaft. Perhaps he could find a way out there. Without any further consideration, he practically dove into the small crawlspace, almost like a ventilation duct just wide enough for a maintenance worker with gear attached all over his body to fit through. He shimmied his way through the small passage when he heard a grinding noise and a sudden, dull crash.

The elevator must have finally come down… the alien likely couldn’t take the weight anymore. He felt a pang of remorse, and he didn’t know why. Surely it hadn’t saved him for selfless reasons, right? Maybe they needed humans for some twisted reason… still, he did feel sorry for the creature that had saved his life, but now he was without his equipment and his extra ammo… a serious problem in of itself.

He emerged from the other side of the crawl space now, and found himself in a maintenance space much like the one he was in… only to find the hatch on this side had been partially welded shut from the other side, a sloppy, rushed job before it seemed like whoever had done it decided to simply block the hatch with more crates. He had a suspicion they weren’t placed there just because some engineers were lazy or negligent.

His only option then was to see if he could pry the elevator doors open that led in the direction he was going. So he made his way to the second elevator shaft, finding it illuminated by a still-functioning maintenance light, and pressed up against the door, seeing if there was a way he could open it… but with low power, and no tools, he wondered if he could even open the damn thing. He ran his hands along the metal surface of the door, until he froze, hearing a quiet sound.

Grant whipped around, raising his pistol, only to come face to… half-face with the alien from before. Only now, he had better light to properly make out the features of this thing… and he was right, it did have breasts… quite nice ones at that. The creature was overall feminine, its front and inner thighs covered in a soft, almost rubbery skin whilst the anterior edges of its body appeared to be chitinous, covered in a carapace. It had odd, tubular protrusions flanking its spine just below its shoulders, seemingly hinged, lifting up and down with its breathing.

It had only half a face, the top half covered by a semi-translucent dome that swept over the top of its elongated skull, whilst it possessed a set of soft, luscious lips and cheeks, twisted into a sort of pout. It was sitting on a support beam, its back pressed up against the side of the elevator that had fallen to the ground. Its legs were spread wide, which revealed a smooth vulva, Grant doing a double take, before pushing up against the doors of the shaft he was in.

“Stay back!” he shouted, no consideration given to whether it could actually understand him. It cocked its head, and stood up, taking a few steps towards him. He took aim at its skull, glaring angrily; he knew it had no ammo, but whether she—it, knew that was a different matter. Perhaps he could intimidate it and keep it at bay. His bluff seemed to work, as it paused, and then sighed out in an inhuman but familiar way, before backing up and sitting down.

Grant began to sweat, but he spied its long, chitinous tail; it wiggled every now and then, the end of the lengthy appendage apparently pinned beneath the elevator car. It might’ve been able to get at him, but if he pushed himself up into a corner, perhaps he could’ve stayed out of its reach… perhaps. It ‘looked’ at him, a most eerie feeling given that it lacked any eyes to speak of, the only evidence of anything of the sort being a pair of empty, hollow sockets just visible behind the translucent dome of its skull.

Again, it pouted at him, twisting the corner of its lips upwards as it gave him an unpleasantly human expression, crossing its arms beneath its chest, the movement causing its supple mounds to jiggle.

He felt his face flush and then simply waved his gun at it.

“L-Look… you stay there, and I don’t kill you, alright?” he muttered. Part of him knew that wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but he hoped it didn’t understand well enough to realise he’d effectively revealed he had no bullets. A smart enemy would’ve known that he would’ve killed them if he had the means. But he did not. All he could do was try and open up the elevator shaft, get to the comms tower without any supporting equipment, and pray to god nothing found him in the process.

Of course, that’s if he could get out of this elevator shaft. They were both trapped in here, and he didn’t quite fancy his company. He glanced back at the feminine creature, despite him trying not to look at it; it was surreal, how human and alien it looked all at once. And he was certainly trying not to stare at the creature’s breasts it so shamelessly kept on display for all to see without any care on this world. He looked back at the alien’s face this time, to see it was still pouting in this sort of, ‘are you going to ignore me this whole time?’ expression. He waved his gun towards it as if to show he was still in charge.

“Just… you stay there, and I’ll stay here, alright? Alright? Good.”

He turned his attention back to the door, and wiped the sweat and frustration off his brow.

“How am I going to get out of this?” he muttered, before hearing a quiet growl from behind him. He turned around to see the alien cocking its head at him, gesturing to its tail with a hand and then ‘looking’ at him. Grant raised an eyebrow at the creature, before glaring at it.

“You think I’m going to free you?! After all the people you and your lot have killed!?” he shouted. The creature simply shook its head, not a single ounce of remorse or fear on its lower face. If anything, the expression was more akin to disagreement, as if it was saying, ‘you’re wrong’.

This only made Grant’s temper flare even further.

“You think I’m kidding when I say I’ll kill you? I’ll beat you with my bare hands if I have to!” he shouted, pointing his gun at the creature’s head despite further implicating his lack of ammo. And it was a lie to boot; he knew the creature could still effectively defend itself, even with its tail pinned beneath a ton or more of metal. Not to mention its blood… that stuff would’ve probably dissolved his flesh to the bone if he managed to make it bleed with his bare hands. That was a no go. He muttered in frustration, and glared at the alien.

“Why do you want us? Why do you care? Did we disturb your home or something? Or do you just like hunting and killing people.”

It shook its head again, still unphased by his shouting and his anger. He let out an exasperated sigh, before turning his face towards the elevator doors and slumping his forehead against the metal. He was beyond frustrated at this point, and simply had no solution to his predicament… and the creature was not proving to be a helpful conversation partner.

He then heard a soft growling, almost like the alien was purring. He grimaced as he grew annoyed, and whipped around.

“Could you just shut u—”

His sentence was cut short by the fact the alien had spread its legs to either side, and was now rubbing two of its lanky, sharp fingers slowly up and down its vulva, grazing each labia with the tips of its two digits. Fluids had already started to seep from its sex, whilst its nipples had grown erect almost immediately.

Its lips glistened with a fresh coat of saliva applied by its tongue, slowly and seductively licking its lips, whilst fondling one of its breasts with its free hand. It then brought this hand forward, and gestured for him to join it.

He could only blink as the hot flush spreading across his face grew hotter than ever. Was this… was this thing seriously propositioning him for sex, after all that had happened?

‘What the fuck?’ was his only thought. He had no other words to express the sheer confusion he was feeling. It beckoned to him again, slowly curling its fingers inwards and letting its tongue draw across its lips with a deliberate slowness.

Much to his dismay, he found himself staring far longer than he realised, and prompted a traitorous bulge in its combat pants. He blinked and turned around out of instinct. Worse, the alien seemingly laughed in a teasing manner, hissing softly yet with a feminine edge. Was it mocking him? Or just enjoying his embarrassment. Why was it even trying to seduce him in the first place? This was all so ridiculous. There was no way she—it expected him to fuck.

But the sight had certainly invigorated his penis, and the space was slowly filling with a sweet aroma emanating from the female creature’s loins. It made it hard to ignore the enticing offer. He tried to resist, turning around to face the creature with a vivid expression.

“You’ll just cut me in half the moment I get close! And you need to pay for all the people you’ve killed!” he shouted. Again, it just shook its head, before it did something… unexpected.

It made a series of hand gestures, first motioning towards him and then to the elevator behind it, bringing its other hand away from its sex to assist. It signed what he believed was him being crushed by the elevator. It shook its head and a pained expression twisted its lips, gesturing to its heart. It then made a grabbing motion at him, and followed it up with a throwing gesture. It gestured to itself, and shook its head, and then to him, and nodded. It repeated that final set of negative and affirmative head motions, cocking its head at him to see if he understood.

He… did not, but he was slowly beginning to wonder if it meant it valued his life more than its own. He decided to venture a question, since by now he was sure it could understand him.

“But… what of everyone else? What have you done with them? Are their lives not as important as my own?”

The creature shook its head, before grinning and licking its lips. It made a gesture with its fingers, a walking motion with one, and a pouncing motion with the other… and then gestured to its nethers… making a rather provocative thrusting motion with its hands, as if holding a man to its body and assisting his efforts in – or forcing him to – fuck it.

The flush on his face grew hotter as the alien’s implication began clearer and clearer to him. Were they kidnapping humans… just to have sex with them?

“And, what, you fuck them and then kill them?” he shouted. Again, the creature shook its head. It proceeded to bring its hands to its heart, and then make a hugging motion with its arm. Love? Was that what it was trying to say?

He slumped against the inner surface of the elevator door, and buried his face in his hands.

“How the hell can I believe you…” he muttered, his voice muffled by his hands. This was all so… ridiculous. But he recalled seeing no single trace of blood throughout the whole colony he’d visited, and plenty of evidence of struggle. Unless they murdered their victims elsewhere, there was reason to consider the possibility that they were just taking them away for mating purposes. But, to love them after? He had difficulty believing that.

He looked through a crack in his fingers, and saw that the creature had gone back to fingering itself, this time delving its sharp digits slowly and erotically into its sex. It made his erection throb, the alien breaking down his resistance with each passing moment. It had him where it wanted him, and he was honestly not sure he’d even make it out alive at this point. He heard scuttling and scraping on the other side of the door, as if there were more of the creatures about… they’d only have to wait for him to get out to finish him off. There were no other options available to him.

The marine inside him screamed at his defeatism, but the realist knew that his mission was over… perhaps… just perhaps, even if death was likely, it’d at least indulge him before it murdered him… maybe it’d be merciful and make it quick. Or maybe… just maybe… it wasn’t lying.

But anything that intelligent was capable of deception…

‘Fuck it… if I’m going to die, I may as well die after a good fuck…’ he thought.

Finally decided, he rose to his feet, and approached the alien, still beckoning him over to it and stroking its slit. He grimaced, and then moved to unzip the fly of his pants, fishing around in his underwear as he shuffled closer… until he produced his erect, throbbing cock, prompting the alien to grin wickedly, licking its lips and slipping its soaked fingers from its sex. It spread its legs just a little bit wider, and made a kissing motion with its lips. It was open to him.

He winced, lingering doubts still gnawing at his mind… but he was honestly tired of waiting for death or clinging to a hope he knew was impossible. So, he contented himself with the fact that, if nothing else, the USCMC would eventually find out what happened here… and nuke this hole into oblivion.

For now, he would focus on the admittedly sexy alien babe before him, all too eager for his cock. He shuffled closer, one hand grasping his member, the other moving to rest against the creature’s shoulder. It felt odd to the touch, smooth but hard, as chitin would be. He then overcame any final reluctance, and brought his dick to the alien’s sopping slit, grazing his glans against ‘her’ gash.

“Fuck, you’re wet…” he muttered. Her fluids weren’t quite like that of a human, feeling a subtly tiny bit more slimy and slick. Something this wet would have next to no friction at all, and that only excited him.

He, however, decided to tease her first – and decided he may as well call it a ‘her’ now – gently grinding his tip against her vulva, gently spreading her folds whilst traipsing his other hand down her body until it came to one of her breasts. Her skin was smooth, smoother than a human’s but still provided a nice, skin-like texture combined with a slick rubber. They were taut, spongy and quite perky, giving the creature’s breast a nice squeeze, feeling the flesh fill the gaps between his digits, whilst trying to push out against his squeezing fingers.

He released her mound, and it immediately reformed to shape. That tantalised him, and the pleased, inhuman purrs emanating from her throat seemed to suggest the same for her. He gave her breast another firm squeeze, this time gently kneading the mound in his hand, feeling the soft, sponginess of the exterior flesh, and the much firmer core that kept her mammaries nice and pert.

He felt her slide a heel up the back of his leg until it came to rest on his rump, whilst her hands started to explore his still largely clothed body, bringing a single fingertip down to his cock and tracing a sharp fingertip ever so gently across the top of his shaft, applying only a ticklish pressure to his sensitive skin. It caused a gasp to leave his lips, as he felt pleasure fill him. He was beginning to get into this, eager to go to the next stage and feel what it was like. So did she, it seemed, bringing her other hand up his neck until it came to rest against the back of his head, forcing him to look at her eyeless face, before bringing him into a firm kiss, his eyes shooting wide, especially as her tongue slipped into his mouth without hesitation.

The length of her muscle surprised him, far longer than she had let on, and far more flexible. It coiled around his muscle and threatened to slide down his throat… but it avoided doing so, simply exploring his mouth for now.

‘Damn… she tastes so sweet…’ he realised, noting the tangy, citrusy sweet flavour of her saliva, which only further tantalised him. He wondered what her other fluids tasted like, but he was not prepared to go there just yet… he wanted to enjoy this a little bit more.

Naturally, however, the both of them were growing impatient, and the alien certainly wanted to get to the next stage. So after he teasingly wiggled his glans at her clitoris – prompting quite a few pleasured growls to be loosed into his mouth – he felt her tug on his hips with her foot. He got the message, and without breaking the lip lock, which felt quite passionate, he aligned himself with her entrance… and slowly, he pushed inside, the both of them moaning in the process.

Once the first few inches of his cock had slipped inside, he brought his hand away from his mast and started to explore her body… she was quite smooth, and the transition from her soft skin to her hard, smooth chitin was noticeable, sudden but not unpleasant to trace beneath his fingertips. He pushed his lips more firmly against her own, trying to fight back against her invasive tongue with his, but her serpentine muscle proved far more flexible and powerful than he could’ve hoped to overcome… but she would be nice, letting his muscle move and swirl around the female’s own, letting him taste her sweet saliva whilst he slowly pushed deeper into her depths.

Her depths… they were incredible, and going in raw only tantalised his cock even more. They squeezed around him tightly, almost like her walls were trying to choke his dick, slowing him down at times, whilst he felt her muscles flex and ripple in ways he was not familiar with, certain no human could do the same.

The alien’s folds were also different, far more textured, and in some parts, quite rigid, grinding against his cock and scraping against his sensitive glans, causing him to moan profusely into the alien’s mouth. He shuddered against her, feeling her soft breasts through his thick BDU. They cushioned him quite nicely, whilst her crotch was soft to press against when he finally hilted his cock inside of her… she was squeezing so tight, rippling in waves of pressure that applied stimulation without even moving, a slight suction being imparted on his cock.

He wondered if he’d even be able to pull out of her with how hard she was clenching down around him… but it didn’t matter. He started to rock his hips, pulling back and feeling her folds clasp around his mast and try to keep him from pulling out. Funny as it seemed, this was making him believe more and more that they were kidnapping humans for sex… they certainly felt bred for the task.

And she… she was quite a passionate lover, running her hands up and down his back, guiding his hips in and out of her depths with her foot whilst her tongue stroked and tasted his own. They each twisted their lips against one another, trying to better mesh their mouths together, the alien breaking the lip lock to briefly suckle on his tongue, bobbing her lips back and forth before doing something similar with his lower lip.

Despite her lack of eyes, he could feel so much life and passion in her, even if the top half of her face was devoid of anything capable of expression, cold and heartless. Even her body lacked that usual warmth a human possessed… but despite this, the sounds she made, the motions and little shivers of her body, the rippling of her walls around his cock, the racing pulse thumping around his mast at the same time, it was all quite intense.

He was beginning to warm up her sex with his own heat, making the experience more comfortable for the both of them. And her tongue… she didn’t relent for a single moment, that long, impossibly flexible muscle always searching for some nook or cranny to taste and explore, threatening to slip down his throat but always pulling back… he wondered if he should let her, if it would’ve enhanced the experience… such a deep kiss.

As he began to pick up the pace, he could feel her press the heel of her foot more firmly to his rear, trying to hold him in more firmly whilst allowing him freedom of movement. Her hands gripped him, and her lanky fingers allowed her to completely cup the back of his head, slowly unclipping the helmet he was still wearing and letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud, lost in the throes of his passion.

She traced her fingertips up the nape of his neck, the sharp digits, capable of rending flesh, applying only a ticklish pressure. It made him shiver as he found himself practically sinking into the female creature’s body. He wished he’d gone and stripped entirely, though he was too engrossed now to want to stop. His manhood burned with pleasure, precum already oozing from his tip. The way she could control her pussy was only making him feel more and more pleasured.

The grip to the back of his head tightened, and following that, her tongue started to carefully slither into his throat. He gagged softly at first, but he was able to overcome the reflex, letting her tongue delve deeper into his throat until it was swirling about in his gullet, bulging out his neck from within whenever she pressed against the walls of his throat. It made him gulp and loose a gurgling moan around the muscle, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It was so disarming, so erotically unusual… but Grant found he couldn’t get enough of it.

Everything about her was surreal, uncanny, and ostensibly uncomfortable, yet… simultaneously erotic, alluring and entirely too delightful. If they really were kidnapping humans for this purpose… then this was probably one of the better ways to die if they were disposed of afterwards… or not, if the aliens didn’t want to kill anyone in the first place, like she had suggested with her gestures.

The intelligence she possessed was further expressed by the way she explored his body, the purrs and murmurs that emanated from her gullet and the way she released muffled, alien chuckles every now and then into his mouth. One of her hands moved to slip down his back once more, the lanky fingers moving beneath his pants and underwear until the sharp tips were gently grazing against his rump directly. It made him shiver yet again, feeling her devious touches down below. She was a lecherous creature through and through, and it only made him more and more enamoured. He began to thrust even faster now, and so she squeezed tighter, prompting a shudder throughout his body.

It was intense, the pulsing, throbbing of his cock a sign that he would climax sooner rather than later, the unique quality of her pussy far more than he could tolerate. But he endured, not wanting this to end… and with the way her hands were all over him, he felt she didn’t want it to end so soon either. But she wasn’t making it easy, starting to grope one of his taut glutes and caress the cheeks one at a time, switching between them, his pants keeping her hand tightly pressed against his ass.

Her kisses did not relent or grow any more or less invasive, her tongue repeatedly retreating from his throat to explore about his mouth before delving back down his gullet for a second time. She suckled on his lips, and let her tongue thrum against his own from the vibrations imparted by her pleasured moans and delighted growls.

She wiggled her body beneath his, balancing on the lateral support beam. He glanced to the side of her head, and saw her tail wiggling from side to side, unable to free itself from beneath the elevator, but nonetheless, it seemed like a sign of her enjoyment. It only spurred him on to pleasure her further, even though he could feel his climax coming on with each passing moment.

He tried to attack her sex by angling his hips so that his cock slid up against her textured folds, which still quite effortlessly clamped down on his manhood, the man unable to compete with her body, so thoroughly evolved for breeding. He felt her other leg slide up his rear now, as he brought his hands to his pants and undid the belt and the button and the several clips so he could free up his crotch completely, his pants sliding down to his knees, the thigh guards falling down to the sides.

Now he could slam his crotch right up against hers, so utterly wet each impact practically soaked his groin, whilst her legs locked tightly around his waist, her hand sliding up from his rump to rest upon the small of his back. She squeezed him tightly with her legs, and let him know that even if he wanted to pull out… she wouldn’t let him. The alien had him thoroughly trapped, and she wasn’t going to let him go any time soon… and that suited Grant just fine.

Now, his crotch was wetly slapping against her own, echoing throughout the elevator shaft. She briefly broke the kiss to tilt her head back, growling lustfully into the air as his vigorous thrusting brought her intense pleasure, further encouraging him. That she was enjoying herself delighted Grant, knowing that he was making her feel good, a creature that seemed as lustful and carnal as her. He would’ve figured her used to such pleasures, numbed to it… but instead, she seemed to possess an excellent endurance, as she was not breathing nearly as hard as he was. Perhaps that meant she could enjoy peak pleasure much longer before orgasm than humans… that was quite the enticing prospect to Grant.

He cast aside those thoughts though, feeling his climax drawing closer by the moment. He was oozing more and more precum, though the milky fluids were washed away by the secretions of her sex that practically drowned his cock. The squelching that emanated from her loins mixed with the sloppy clapping as their hips collided, though he was forced to make shorter, sharper and faster thrusts the more she tightened her leg lock, the more she tightened, the closer Grant felt to orgasm. There was no pulling out now, and if she was going to get pregnant from this, Grant would have no say in the matter; she was going to milk the Marine for every drop, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

That just excited the human, the erotic possessiveness of the alien even as she was giving him the lead. Even if she wasn’t the one on top, the one dominating… she still exercised control, and exercised more the closer she got to climax. She was a living, breathing, fucking machine, and he was her hapless victim… and that was soon made evident when he could stand her sex and endure no longer, moaning loudly into her mouth, forcing his cock all the way to the hilt inside of her – mostly because she wrapped her legs further and tighter around his waist and prevented any further movement – and release the floodgates.

She broke the kiss and suddenly released an almost ear-splitting shriek, causing Grant to grimace in moderate, quick pain as her body shuddered. Juices flooded against his crotch as her walls rippled chaotically around his dick, squeezing and stroking his orgasming member as he poured cum into her depths. He shuddered and squirmed in her tight embrace, her hand to the back of his head forcing his face into the crook of her neck whilst pulling his back tighter to her body, whilst keeping his shuddering form stuck to her body with her unbreakable leg-lock, Grant feeling like some hapless prey animal desperately struggling to escape the clutches of some ambush predator that squeezed its prey until they expired… or in this case, had emptied their balls into her voracious pussy, her rippling flesh only prolonging his orgasm.

He couldn’t help the moans he released into her oddly textured neck, spilling his seed endlessly into her tunnel without any signs he was slowing down any time soon… but eventually, he found his spurts weakening until he dribbled his final few drops of cum into her sex. After that, her shuddering ecstasy calmed down too, and the both of them simply panted in each other’s embrace… his hands having wrapped around her body like a drowning man to a piece of flotsam.

His BDU shirt clung to his body thanks to the sweat he exuded all over, and the armoured plates had caused chafing against parts of his frame… but the discomfort was thoroughly overshadowed by the delightful euphoria that filled his mind, the afterglow in the embrace of this cool, temperate alien ever so intimate and enjoyable, her hands slowly loosening their grip, stroking the back of his head and the small of his back affectionately. Her pussy was still rippling around his cock, and that only made him groan, his now highly sensitised length unable to soften due to this.

Eventually, however, it seemed she needed to release him, so after ensuring every drop had been extracted from his cock, she let go, her legs loosening from around his hips and letting him pull out, a lewd, sloppy sound of his flesh sliding against her cum stained walls filling his ears. His member bobbed downwards as it did lose some of its vigour upon slipping out of her sex, though it twitched as he watched with some erotic delight as a small string of his semen trickled from her sex… but a single squeeze saw the flow cut off immediately. She tilted her head back to a level state to look at him, smirking and licking her lips as she made sure no more of his semen was lost. She reached forward and caressed his cheek, smiling.

“Y-Yeah… that was fucking amazing too…” he muttered, before a chagrined, sour half smirk twisted his lips. “So… I suppose you’re done with me… time to die?”

Once again, she shook her head, leaning forward and reaching down to gently caress his cock, stroking it slowly and returning some vigour to the appendage, causing him to shiver.

“Ahaaha… surely you don’t want to go again?” he asked, even though he felt he had another load in him. She nodded… but not before opening her mouth and licking her lips slowly in a circular motion. And then, she suddenly grasped at his hips and lifted him up, causing him to yelp in surprise until she placed his feet on the lateral support, to either side of her thighs.

There, she placed one hand on his rump, whilst the other moved to ever so gently fondle his balls… the creature leaning forward to give his glans a wet kiss, her tongue gently swirling around the tip. He groaned, and looked down at her oddly shaped head.

“So… you want to suck me off, huh… well, don’t bite my dick off, please,” he muttered, feeling a little nervous, but she simply reached up to grasp at one of his wrists, guiding it to her head and making him grasp it, doing the same with his other hand, before she gestured with her hand for him to move back and forth… again, she was giving him the lead.

She continued to softly suckle, kiss and lick at his highly sensitive glans, her lips gently clasping around the tip of his manhood and making him feel that much more delighted. He would hardly ignore this offer, tightening his grip on her head… and pushing his length into her mouth. Her lips were so luscious, soft and wet against the skin of his cock, whilst her tongue waggled and lapped at his manhood the moment he pushed inside, the creature suckling and imparting a soft suction against his member, her hands sliding down his legs to grasp his ankles, keeping him stable, even though his boots provided a bit of grip.

Soon enough, his crotch came into contact with her lips, his mast as deep into her mouth as it could go… it felt oddly spacious, longer than a human’s, and he did not feel the start of her throat… but her tongue suddenly coiled around his mast, forming a tight, fleshy tunnel that made him moan.

“Fuck… that thing have a mind of its own or something?” he remarked, utterly impressed by the flexibility and length of her tongue; it wrapped him quite tightly and snugly, and there were few gaps between its wrapped lengths, the tip gently rubbing to his root. “Well… this is gonna feel pretty good then.”

With that confident statement, Grant began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth and plunging his cock in and out of her mouth, working up to a faster pace more quickly than he had done with her pussy. He grunted as her tongue began to cling to his cock, the black length becoming visible whenever he pulled out of her mouth, her lips gliding over his skin between the gaps of her coiled tongue, whilst her tongue began to coil a little bit further, wrapping around his testicles and giving them a good squeeze.

It made him moan even louder this time, whilst she periodically eased the tightness her tongue formed so that he could slide his cock back and forth within the tunnel of her tongue, as well as beginning to swirl her muscle around in a twisting motion, forcing another pleasured groan from his mouth. And then… then he felt something different.

It was like a second jaw nestled deep in her mouth, rigid and possessing two simple mandibles with dull, stubby teeth. Soft flesh spanned between these teeth and even softer flesh lined the entrance to this strange orifice. He could feel this appendage pushing against his glans when he forced his way back into her mouth… and then, upon subsequently pulling back and thrusting back in before he could stop himself, he found himself pushing deep into this secondary maw, feeling the incredibly tight flesh that clung to his girth.

Her tongue emerged from this second mouth, and it was squeezed tightly between the underside of his cock… it was odd, especially when he felt it pull back when he moved out and then push forward at the right pace all so his glans could remain trapped behind the jaws of this secondary maw… all whilst her tongue continued to swirl and twist around his length, fondling his balls and drawing him closer to another inevitable climax. His sensitive length wouldn’t last long this time, especially not with this unorthodox fellatio… so he decided he would try and make the most of it with what time he had.

Grant began to thrust even faster now, his crotch slapping up against her lips, plunging his cock into the throat of her secondary jaw, which moved against and with him at all the right moments to enhance the stimulation.

‘Fuck me… this feels so crazy good… goddamn…’ he thought, beginning to pant as his cock throbbed in her mouth. He could feel her hands sliding up his legs from his ankles, moving to wrap around his hips, gently fondling and groping his glutes as he slapped up against her face.

She was suckling so intensely too, he could feel his orgasm coming so much quicker than before… and before long, it was crashing over him, the marine crying out in ecstasy as he was once again pouring his lust into her body, her hands pulling his hips tight to her mouth, suckling vigorously and drinking down his cum like it was pouring from a faucet.

He couldn’t pull away, she was draining him for every drop like some perverted leech… only when she’d drained every last drop and lathered his length in saliva, cleaning it of any residue from his previous ejaculation, did she let him go, gently placing him back down on the ground so that he wouldn’t fall over, letting him rest his head against her bosom. His legs were shaky, and he felt weak… and more than a little annoyed. That was so quick, he didn’t properly enjoy it… but it felt good all the same.

He rested against her body for a while, murmuring as she stroked her fingers through his hair, until she finally released him once he got his strength back. He looked at her smirking face, her ever hungry expression causing him no small amount of embarrassment as he pulled up his pants and buttoned them up once more, picking up his helmet and hoping to convey to her that he was done… his legs were still shaky, feeling like jelly, and his body was very sweaty, and his joints ached in places… but it was all a pleasant sort of discomfort, and he was still enjoying the afterglow.

Of course, now that he had shown he was done, the alien pouted, and he gave her a lopsided look.

“If I fuck you anymore, I’ll pass out, and I really need to get out of this shaft,” he said, prompting her to gesture to her chest. He paused, and then signed, looking sheepish. “Get us both out.”

Of course, that meant finding a way to free her tail from the elevator car. He narrowed his eyes, and moved behind the support beams to get a better look… whereupon he saw a folded pipe that looked like it had been melted on one end… he suddenly realised that she had wrenched a pipe off the wall free to prop up the elevator, giving her just enough time to escape, though not before her tail was pinned. He wondered… if he could free the pipe and use it to prop the elevator up just enough to free her tail.

She sat up from her spot, and shimmied between the support beams and the elevator to where he was, grumbling as her tail kinked. He looked to her, and asked, “could you try and lift this just a little?”

She nodded, stepping over the lateral support beam for better clearance, before reaching down to try and fish her fingers beneath the small gap her tail and the folded, crushed pipe had provided. There, she pulled upwards, growling fiercely as she exerted herself. The elevator did not budge at first, but slowly, it creaked upwards just enough for Grant to wiggle the pipe back and forth until it was freed.

From there, he also began to turn the pipe on its side, shifting it slowly towards where her tail was pinned to give her some clearance. It was difficult, but eventually, he was able to get it on its side. It squashed just a little, but it supported the elevator’s weight – surprisingly – enough for her to free her mostly intact looking tail, appearing a little kinked… at the same time, he would spied something he didn’t expect; his tactical rig, and his rifle, both looking as though they had survived being crushed thanks to the elevator’s slight canter when it was resting on the crushed pipe and the alien’s tail.

Without thinking, he reached underneath the elevator for them, stretching his arm as far as he could, before the alien’s tail suddenly swept the vest and his rifle to him, scraping against the floor, all as she held the elevator’s weight. He fished them from out beneath the elevator just as she pulled her tail free… only for the folded pipe to fall on its side and the elevator to collapse again.

Grant sighed out, and stooped over.

“Well… that’s a good thing…” he said, even though he wasn’t sure what he was talking about. He proceeded to hook up his vest and then shoulder his rifle, keeping it across his chest as he looked at the door, and then to the alien, who was holding her tail in her hands and wiggling it back and forth. She grimaced every now and then, but her tail, though moving with an odd jerkiness, seemed okay. He smiled, admittedly glad she was fine, before looking at the door. “Now… to get out of here.”

She moved in front of him with a smirk, standing tall now and letting Grant realise just how tall she was, over a head taller than he was. She was a magnificent, sexy specimen, and he spied a glance at her rear when he ducked down to pick up his helmet, clipping it back onto his head. He watched as she used her sharp fingers to find purchase in the groove between the two doors… and with growls of effort, she began to pry the doors apart, slowly but surely. Eventually, she squeezed them open enough that the both of them could comfortably fit through. She placed her hands on her hips, and ‘looked’ about triumphantly, before looking to him.

“Yeah, you did good,” he said with a smirk. He then took his own look and realised that, whatever creatures he heard scuttling about before on the other side were now gone.

All he had to worry about was this one alien… he had a clear shot to the comms tower now. She was busy ‘looking’ about to not notice him looking between her and his rifle. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to shoot her… but he did pull something from his vest; a flash bang. He was going to spare her, but the marine in him compelled Grant to complete his objective.

“Sorry about this,” he said quietly, pulling the pin on the flash bang and suddenly leaping out of the shaft, stepping up and out into the hall beyond, dropping the grenade in with her before giving her a sudden forceful push, causing her to stumble backwards into the shaft.

She looked confused, before Grant turned his back on her and ran for it… the loud bang of the stun grenade going off, followed by an angry shrieking. He felt a little guilty, but it wouldn’t have hurt her, even that close… not with how sturdy she was. Still, as he ran from his impromptu lover, he groaned as his legs wobbled, shouldering his weapon and sweeping it from side to side shakily.

“Next time I’m not going to try and fuck an alien’s brains out before returning to mission,” he muttered.

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Grant loosed a series of angry grumbles as he pulled his way up the ladder, red faced and sweating profusely; it wasn’t enough that the ladder shaft to the comm tower observation deck was at least 70 metres tall, but he had quite a lot of equipment weighing him down. Fortunately, the ladders were surrounded with a protective, semi-circular cage that had hatches at various intervals opening out onto grated platforms, for maintenance purposes or to access one of the several floors integrated into the comm tower. He could rest on them.

Furthermore, each of the two ladders came with integrated carabiners one could latch to their suit if they had a harness, to arrest anyone should they fall. He currently had it connected to his tactical vest, which he hoped wouldn’t come undone in the event he did slip. Of course, if the elevators were working, he’d be at the observation deck by now… though, even if they were, after his experience in the elevator shafts, he was reticent to use those particular elevators, working or otherwise… they didn’t seem as well designed as they should’ve been.

Of course, thinking about the elevator shafts invariably had him thinking about his ‘encounter’ with one of the aliens invading the colony… that is to say, him fucking the feminine creature with reckless abandon. It was something he now had no idea how to think about… he did it because he felt he was going to die, and that he may as well go out after one final fuck. And yet, the alien had not slain him, after it orgasmed once and he came inside of her twice… the second time in her mouth. Instead, he helped free it, and it in turn helped him escape the shaft.

Whereupon he gave her the slip thanks to a flashbang. He bolted, leaving her stunned but no doubt okay. He didn’t want to hurt her, not after that, but he still had an objective to complete… even if he didn’t call for a full-blown extermination force, perhaps he could at least find out the actual intention of these creatures before he made any decision as to whether they were deserving of death or not… he didn’t want to have them slaughtered for no reason. He had to have more intel.

Though, he was seriously beginning to wonder if it would’ve been better staying behind to have his brains fucked out by that lustful thing than to be climbing tens of meters in full gear in a shaft that, compared to the rest of the bloody colony, felt hot and stuffy, almost like an oven.

‘This is some bullshit,’ he thought, though he dared not voice that, lest his Sergeant somehow hear him and chew him out for not sucking it up like a proper marine… Grant wondered how she was doing. How the rest of the squad were doing. Were they all dead? Or were they also getting the horny treatment? He did hope it was the latter, being arguably a better fate than the former. Of course, that wasn’t his place to decide… he just had to get to the top of this tower, and get the information he needed, and contact the necessary people once he knew what he needed to know.

Soon enough, his climb was at an end, the door adjacent to the top platform leading into the observation deck. He slumped against the frame of the door, however, catching his breath after his rigorous climb, the marine somewhat foolishly leaning over to look down the ladder shaft, seeing how far he had climbed… it made him feel queasy, so he pulled back; heights weren’t a bother to him, but just seeing the distance after so much effort didn’t make him feel all that good. He stabilised his breathing as he caught his breath, soon able to stand again after some rest.

He mumbled to himself, before opening the door, shouldering his pulse rifle and sweeping it across the hall before him, scanning the ceiling and the roof. Again, he made his way cautiously through the corridors, taking the turns that would lead him to the observation deck. He came upon the elevators, splitting the corridor in two. It seemed like an odd architectural choice, but he wasn’t there to complain… not that there was anyone to complain to.

He peered around the corner of the elevator block, finger ready to jump to the trigger at a moment’s notice… before it wavered. He had a pause, and thought; what would he do if he encountered any more of those creatures? Would he shoot? At them, or near them? Or would he try to reason with them? What if she was just an outlier, or was lying, or any number of things… or if the rest of her kind would try and jump his bones without a second’s hesitation. He wasn’t sure, but he found his resolve wavering; he would make it to the comms tower observation deck if he could, but if he encountered more of those aliens, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to fight back. Whatever the case, he hoped he wouldn’t encounter any of those creatures, for better or worse.

He slowly made his way past the Elevator block, through the corridors until he came to the door that led to the observation deck. He opened it easily enough, the sliding door hissing to either side as he entered. He was met with the dark, bleak landscape of the planet the colony was situated on, the tower jutting just above a semi-mountainous, jagged outcropping. He walked over to the windows, and looked down to see the main landing platforms below, nestled a bit below the buildings around it. He looked to his right, and saw the edge of the massive atmospheric processor that made the atmosphere breathable on the surface, and provided much of the clean air for the colony itself.

It was night on the planet (of which both night and day on the planet were quite long due to slow planetary rotation), but the processor and the nearby moon provided a reasonable amount of light, casting eerie shadows across the landscape thanks to the jagged rock formations that dotted the barren terrain. He didn’t really know what to make of the world when he first arrived, though he didn’t particularly care… now he was wondering if there was something they didn’t know about before they came here.

And then he looked slightly right from the processor, and down until he saw a large, semi-conical building on the edges of the main colony… that he knew to be the Weyland-Yutani lab that had received quite the priority in construction. Which led him to believe that, perhaps they did know something before they built this place… why else would they spend so much on such a robust facility, and prioritise its construction over everything else non-essential? Suspicions were beginning to form in his mind, but he banished them; that wasn’t what he was here for.

Grant turned away from the windows and made his way to an operator’s console, swivelling the chair to sit down in it and spinning it back and pulling himself into the desk. From there, he leaned his rifle against the desk and began typing away; he was no computer wizard, but he knew how to operate a system enough to get the information he needed… just gotta tell it what you want to know.

He accessed the system easily enough, thanks to his clearance pass, being a marine, even if only a corporal. However, when he tried to access what security cameras that were still operating, he found himself denied. He gave the screen a bemused look, and tried again. No luck. Frowning, he tried to access any casualty reports that might’ve been filed before reports stopped coming in when everyone either ran or got snatched… again, he was denied. He tried systems statuses, and found no luck there. Distress beacons. Emergency Broadcasts. Calls for assistance. Status on security personnel… statuses on regular personnel. Armoury status, power levels, and finally, he tried to access the communications systems… and they too were locked out to him.

Grant slammed down his fists on the table. He could log into this computer easily enough… but everything else had been locked down. And there was no way it wasn’t because of his clearance… it was as if someone with higher authority had denied access to any sort of system or database from the comms tower. Again, that made his suspicions form in his mind; someone had cut off the colony from any outside party, and made it difficult for anyone in the comms tower to find out just what the hell was going on.

He glared in the direction of the laboratory, obscured by the floor of the observation deck from his seated position away from the window. He had no real evidence for it, but there were no other people in the entire colony that would have the means to lock down so much information and functions at the comms tower. It had to be them… but why? What were their goals? What was the point of all this?

His questions were filed away rather suddenly when he felt a chitinous hand silently cover his mouth, pulling him into the seat, whilst the other wrapped tightly around his waist. He struggled at first, until a chitinous, flexible tail moved to wrap around the chair, pulling his arms in together and binding them in place. He was trapped, and unable to free himself, at the mercy of whatever predator had just ensnared him… and then, the creature’s head loomed into his peripheral vision, lips twisted into a smirk and a tongue gently lapping across them as it growled and hissed in an almost playful way.

‘Gotcha’ no doubt was the word it would’ve used. His struggling died down as he realised he was not going to be getting out of this… but also because he knew that his death wasn’t the plan, especially not when it leaned in close to lick at his ear, slipping its flexible tongue beneath his helmet. It teased his ear lobe and the entrance with a lurid touch, hissing almost seductively… all whilst the hand to his waist began to slip down, moving to grasp at his genitals through the several layers of attire he was wearing.

It didn’t take long for her careful, lecherous groping to instil some vigour into his penis, his pants becoming rather tight rather quickly, the female rubbing his bulge as she held him tight. Her tail meant he could not resist in the slightest, and he hadn’t given a thought to how they would use it in sex, since the last alien he was with had hers pinned beneath an elevator. He breathed out into the alien’s smooth palm, a firm exhalation mostly through his nose, closing his eyes as she continued to rub and massage his erection through his pants.

From there, she rather deftly fished his cock from his pants, both undoing his belt and unbuttoning his combat pants, tugging his trousers down and freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear, her sharp fingertips gently scraping up and down his sensitive length. It made him twitch, and he cracked his eyes open to see her hovering her palm above his glans, whilst the tips of her fingers gently slid up and down his manhood. It made shivers course through his body, this unique sensation proving quite stimulating. The creature released a devious, hissing chuckle, again licking at his ear before she pressed her palm to his cockhead, and began rubbing his manhood in circles with her hand, her fingers still teasing at his mast.

‘Dammit… she’s teasing me…’ he thought, Grant squirming in the chair.

He felt her slowly slide her palm down to the side of his cock, and grasp it gently, wrapping her lanky fingers carefully around his manhood. Due to the length of her digits, her fingertips did not hold onto his shaft, and she had to twist her hand so that the tips of her digits were not pointed towards him, lest she accidentally scratch him… which, he suspected, was not something she wanted. Then, he noticed something… cracks on the chitin of her tail segments. They weren’t pronounced, but they were noticeable… some areas looked like they’d been crushed, though there was only slight damage. A thought occurred to him.

‘No… surely this isn’t… no way…’ he mused. He was almost certain this was the same alien that he’d had sex with in the elevator shaft… had it tracked him all the way up here?

If so… she was probably having her revenge, stroking his member and then slowing down to ease the stimulation, before picking up the pace once more. She was silencing any moans he would’ve made to make sure he couldn’t voice his pleasure, or beg her stop… she let go of his cock, pressing her palm to the back of his glans and gently stroking his root with her fingertips, the sharp points able to provide an acute sensation that made the nerves in his skin tingle rather powerfully. He shivered and bucked involuntarily, the alien’s hand moving down to his testicles and giving them a gentle squeeze… all as she started removing his helmet with her tongue and teeth, unclipping the strap and discarding his headwear.

His armoured helmet clattered on the floor, giving her free access to his ear, which she eagerly suckled upon, all he could hear suddenly being her slow, lecherous slurping and lapping, nibbling on his ear lobe and on the top arch, causing him to tilt his head to one side; she wasn’t giving him the initiative this time, and he felt she at least had the justification for it… he did throw a flashbang into an enclosed space and push her into it… he was just glad she wasn’t beating the shit out of him or outright murdering him for the slight.

Though, her method of ‘punishment’ was certainly beginning to get to him. He couldn’t move, even by pushing the wheeled swivel chair with his feet; her tail kept it firmly in place, the external damage having no effect on its ability. He closed his eyes again when she began to stroke him rather rapidly, after having thoroughly fondled his testicles. He groaned, feeling her tongue prod and wiggle at the entrance to his ear, whilst tracing the various contours on the outside of it at the same time. Her teeth gently grazed against the top arch of his ear, whilst the hand to his mouth began to stroke his cheeks with her fingertips. She was exercising her dominance over him, and he had no say in the matter whatsoever.

He deserved it. Getting stuck in a room with a flashbang and having someone you’d just banged quite passionately – the same person who threw said flashbang – run out on you was probably hurtful… though, again, he was glad this was how she was expressing her ‘revenge’ compared to what she could’ve been doing… though he wondered to what extent she would torture him, stroking his cock firmly, pumping it faster and faster and making him groan out into her hand.

She was making him tense up, shivers running down his spine as she was drawing him closer and closer to an intense orgasm… but before he could feel himself crashing over that threshold, she eased her efforts, giggling wickedly as she adopted a much gentler caressing stimulation, allowing his rising orgasm to fade and dissipate, much to his dismay. To be denied release was almost painful… and it made him a little angry, to be honest, opening one eye and glaring at the creature with hostile intent. Of course, there was no way he could stop this… he would just have to accept his punishment like a marine… though, this wasn’t exactly a standard USCMC ‘punishment’…

Precum oozed from his tip, which she smeared across his glans with her thumb as she began to stroke him again, the denied climax causing his mast to be so much more sensitive than before. He shivered in his chair, the alien continuing to lewdly and loudly suckle on his ear. Her tongue continued to worm at the entrance to the canal, and it wasn’t long before his ear was completely soaked by her saliva, causing his ear to feel cool.

She nibbled along its top arch one final time before pulling away with a devious giggle, giving Grant a parting, slow lick on the face with her inky tongue… but she was not done with him, simply moving her head around to the opposite side of his chair, and proceeding to suckle on his other ear, causing a long, low moan to be released from his mouth. He shivered in the alien’s grasp, and glared at her between moments where his expression softened from pleasure, his face quite lecherous in these moments.

Again, she was starting to stroke him faster and faster, twisting her hand around his mast as she did so, eager to see him climax from her efforts… or at least, get close to it so she could so cruelly rob him of release, and she did so, sensing when he was nearing his ejaculation and easing her efforts to a sensuous, light caressing in order to keep him hard, stimulated but away from the threshold that would see him spurting his essence into her hand. It made him squirm in his chair, but it didn’t matter to her… she was going to eke out as much “pain” and “suffering” as she could from him… though her next technique would see him cry out in objection, as she began to ever so lightly trace his mast with her fingertips.

She was cruelly tracing the contours of the veins that throbbed and bulged around his penis, sensitive areas that brought twitches from him with little effort on her part. It was almost embarrassing how easily she could press his buttons, how effortlessly she stimulated him, like she instinctively knew all the right places to touch a man to make him blush and shiver, and had an innate talent for learning on the fly what made individuals tick the most… especially when she let her sharp fingertip ride up on the underside of his glans, tracing the ever so sensitive flesh beneath the corona of his cockhead, drawing a sudden vigorous dribble of precum from his tip .

A potent shudder ran up his body in the process, rising in his chair and then falling with the heaving of his chest she elicited from him. He was breathing harder now, and he found he began to sweat from his forehead, the alien stimulating him enough with such simple efforts he had started to perspire.

‘Goddamn… is this how they show they’re angry?!’ he thought, wiggling in her restraints, hoping he might be able to free himself and do… what, exactly? Threaten her? Try to bend her over and return the favour or… just ask her to give him release. Maybe once he was able, he should try apologising to her, maybe that would stop her from tormenting him. She had basically formed a sort of ‘cage’ around his shaft now, her palm hovering over his head whilst her fingers curled inwards to ‘scratch’ the skin of his manhood up and down, gently twisting her hand about in order to further stimulate him. Her tail tightened just a little bit more around his waist, keeping him from moving any further than he had done in response to the stimulation. His hands balled into fists at this point, the constant tensing of his body causing him to feel almost tired.

Eventually, she returned to stroking his mast with her hand wrapped around his girth, and like before, she began to pick up the pace, slowly, painfully, monitoring the throbbing of his cock in order to stop before he came all over her hand. This time he tried to simply push it out, to cum before she had a chance to stop him… but even as he was about to blow, even as he was willing himself to let his seed stain her hand, she stopped him in his tracks, causing him to kick in the chair in anger as the almost painful sensation of his orgasm fading away sending so many different signals to his brain, namely how it felt both incredible and awful all at once. And already, she was working him to this torturous denial yet again, apparently enjoying his suffering. Maybe they were evil after all…

This time, however, she pulled her hand away from his mouth, sliding it down slowly until she gripped his chin. She released his ear from her lips and gently tilted his head to one side, the alien craning her neck further forward so she could ‘look’ at him, her lips twisted into a devious, knowing smirk whilst her tongue lapped at them. She cocked her head, and eased her hold on his chin, giving him a chance to speak whilst stroking him slowly and quickly, balancing the two speeds to keep him just near the edge, never getting any closer but ensuring he couldn’t calm down.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come on!” he pleaded. “Just let me cum already! I’m sorry, alright! You happy!? Fuck, just do it already, please!”

His voice was angry as much as it was pleading, but this seemed to be what she wanted to hear. She giggled in her alien way, and proceeded to cover his mouth once more, pulling him firmly into the back of the chair before pumping his cock with such speed, the slick sound of her hand sliding against his precum-soaked manhood almost echoed throughout the spacious observation deck. Her closed fist slapped against his crotch, and he could feel his testicles being jostled about from the way she was pumping his mast. It made him shudder on the chair, until, after all her teasing, he finally came.

He moaned loudly into her palm, bucking hard into her hand as he spurted, seed spilling onto her hand and staining her fingers as she slowed her motions but pumped more firmly, all in an effort to milk every drop from him. His shuddering reduced to gentle twitching, but his body was completely drained of energy from her relentless sexual torment, as she milked every drop from his mast, semen oozing from his tip and down his penis slowly, coating her fingers in a layer of white.

Eventually, however, he had nothing more to give – this time, at least – and she finally released his now overly sensitive cock from her treacherous grasp… his abused manhood twitching in the air and oozing one final pitiful dribble of sperm. Her hand slowly slid off his mouth and grazed off his chin sensuously, a devious giggle emanating from her lips. He would only groan angrily, glaring at her from the periphery of his vision.

“Nnf… you know… I oughta kic—”

His threat was not completed when she suddenly spun him around in the swivel chair to face her, forcing her lips tightly to his own, tongue pushing into his mouth in another of her disarming kisses. His anger and chagrin were instantly washed away by that invasive tongue, probing down his gullet and imparting that ever sweet, tangy saliva, giving him something to feel good about. Her arms wrapped around him and the chair as well, her tail uncoiling from around him to free his arms. She pressed her bust to his chest and kissed him vigorously.

He wanted to be angry at her, he really did… but Grant found that her lecherous yet loving kisses had a way of calming him down despite how aggressive and invasive they were. He knew, as a marine, he shouldn’t be fraternising with the ‘enemy’ in such an intimate way… what he was doing was a massive breach of regulation, protocol and common sense. But he couldn’t help how good she made him feel, and how effortlessly she was able to bring him to climax when she wanted. He wondered if he’d been ruined forever in regards to normal human women… time would tell.

She broke the kiss and smiled at him, pushing her abdomen in and letting her belly graze against his glans, prompting a soft gasp from the Marine, before she began to slide down his body, Grant’s freed hands moving to her sides and letting her smooth, chitinous exterior glide against his palms, whilst her own hands traipsed down his body from his shoulders until she was crouching between his legs, his cock bobbing at half strength in front of her face… though she quickly brought it to full attention after a few slow, erotic licks, letting her black tongue graze along the underside of his cock, lapping up what residue stained his manhood.

She was practically cleaning his dick, that was what she was doing, licking him slowly and leaning in every now and then to give him slow, wet kisses to draw up as much of his seed as possible. She kissed at his glans, letting her lips splay apart against his tip and slowly slide them together from his corona all the way to his tip, before sliding her pursed oral petals down the side of his mast until she was gently suckling on his root, her hands holding onto his thighs and keeping them apart so she had free access to his cock.

He found his hands reaching forward to gently caress and graze over her smooth head, feeling the odd contours, like biomechanical pipes and conduits, that ran along the side of her cranium, as well as the glossy, inky surface of the semi-translucent dome that swept from the middle of her face all the way to the tip of her oblong skull, slightly longer than a foot in length.

She was definitely inhuman, quite monstrous in some ways, and yet… truly beautiful, exotic and alluring. He hadn’t ever considered himself a xenophile before – not that the term had any real meaning to most people without any other real sentient ‘species’ that was known to man – but after this, he wondered whether this could lead to something special. He certainly hoped so; conflict and misery and slavery wasn’t what he wanted, even though he knew his duty as a marine.

Still, the way she was tending to his cock was teasing, like all of her actions, yet compared to the torture of before, it was affectionate, caring, loving even, despite its debauched nature. She slurped against his cock and let her lips drag up the underside of his manhood, rubbing the upper inches of his cock with the smooth dome of her forehead, breathing out against his mast, before sliding down from tip to root until she had her lips gently clasping around his testicles. She suckled gently, and let her tongue coil and slither about his balls whilst drawing the orbs into her mouth.

She took both of them inside of her maw easily, and though the grazing of her sharp teeth made him wince nervously, he was soon put at ease by the lecherous suckling she imparted upon his jewels, gently ‘chewing’ on them to enhance the experience. He even felt her inner jaw slide up from the back reaches of her skull to nibble gently on his sack, softly squeezing one of his orbs between the two mandibles that resided on the end of this unique organ from which her tongue extended from.

He could only let his hands explore her head whilst watching this lecherous display, all anger at her previous acts of denial having vanished now that she was treating him ever so delightfully in this way. Her lips teased across his scrotum and around the skin that connected the sack to the root of his crotch, whilst her coiled, practically tentacular tongue slithered further past her lips and wound its way around his penis until the tip was rubbing against his glans, the alien slowly stroking his sensitive mast with her muscle. If she had eyes, he didn’t doubt that they’d be currently peering up into his own, her head cocked to one side as she suckled and ‘feasted’ upon his balls like they were some sort of delicious treat, tugging on them with her lips and letting her teeth provide extra stimulation instead of being a concern, gently grazing his skin with ever so slight pressure.

All the while, her hands rubbed up and down his thighs, avoiding the ballistic plate armour that covered the outer edges of his upper legs. His BDU made it awkward for the alien, at least from his point of view, but she didn’t seem at all bothered by the inconvenience. She continued to stroke him faster with her tongue, tightening her muscle and seemingly intent on bringing him to another orgasm.

Even though she was being slow with him, she didn’t seem intent on cutting off his climax just as he was ready to blow… she was simply savouring the act, and so was Grant, enjoying a slow buildup to bliss over rapid, repeated efforts to bring him to the edge only to deny him just as he was on the precipice… he squirmed in the seat, but he was no longer uncomfortable, and he was quite happy to caress her head, which seemed to bring delighted purrs from the alien, causing her lips and tongue to thrum against his flesh from the vibrations, a most tantalising sensation.

He could feel his climax welling up in his loins, the pressure building as the alien quickly worked him closer and closer, until she suddenly decided to change her mind… but she wasn’t purposely denying him, instead sliding her lips all the way from his testicles whilst simultaneously uncoiling her muscle from around his member, letting her lips graze off his frenulum, all so she could shuffle forward… and wrap her supple breasts around his cock, the rubbery, silky smooth flesh enveloping his penis most delightfully.

Her tongue once more slipped from her lips, slithering down to graze over his cockhead before encircling his member like a snake constricting its prey once more, swirling her muscle about his mast all so she could slickly lubricate it with her saliva, which he had come to know possessed an ever so slight oily trait to it, which allowed for much nicer lubrication than human saliva, not that it was so bad to begin with.

With his cock now soaked in her spit, she squeezed her breasts even tighter around his mast, her flesh pressing into the contours of his mast, squeezing against his veins and his corona, and causing him most intense stimulation as a result, especially once she began to pump her mounds up and down his rod, sliding slickly over his lubricated penis. Grant could only moan in response, his sensitive member already throbbing as it neared another climax, her thorough licking having brought him close to the edge as it was. Her flesh was so delightful, taut but yielding on the outer layers, but much firmer towards the core, whilst the flesh overall was spongy and pliable.

Combined with her saliva to minimise friction, it was a wonderful experience that left him panting and groaning, especially with how tightly she squeezed her bosom around his glans whenever it vanished between her mounds, so sensitive and throbbing with his desire. Precum oozed from his tip, which her breasts quite rapidly smeared across his manhood, being rubbed into her flesh and his by her breasts and further adding to the slick lubrication that made the prison of her breasts so much more delightful.

She unfurled her tongue from her mouth, and let her muscle graze across the tip of his cock, rubbing and wiggling the tip at his urethra, lapping up what small dribbles of precum oozed from his manhood as the entire length throbbed, his balls heaving beneath him as his climax approached. It was far too tantalising to hold back at this point, and he found himself orgasming in moments, white cum spraying the black face of the alien, before she opened her mouth and let her inner jaw slide out, its mandibles latching onto his cock and swallowing his glans halfway, suckling vigorously to try and milk every drop he had to give the lecherous creature, gulping down his seed like it was necessary to her survival, as if she needed it for sustenance.

Her mandibles ‘nibbled’ and ‘gnawed’ on his cockhead, drawing up every drop his jerking, pulsing cock had to give, and he could feel her tongue wiggling at his tip from within. It was a surreal, almost unsettling sight, but with how good it felt, and with the continued stroking of her breasts up and down his manhood… he could hardly care. It was too nice to get upset over. His face was burning with pleasure, and his breaths were heated and shallow, as though she were draining the very life from him.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep cumming for her, so she released his tip with a lurid lap against his glans, her tongue wiggling forth from the orifice of her inner jaw an odd sight at best, but she soon pulled her second mouth back past her lips, which she smacked and licked hungrily, as though having savoured a delicious meal… he recalled, from random talk back in his youth, that semen had a rather salty, unpleasant taste… but who knows. Maybe for her, it was the best nectar they’d ever had. It would certainly explain why they were so hungry for it.

She stroked his cock a few final times with her breasts, prompting Grant to gasp from the sensitivity his orgasms had left him with, before she finally pulled away… and gave him a most delightful view of her tongue slithering past her succulent lips to give her own face a quick, thorough clean. It swirled and slipped across her countenance, wiping up semen that had splattered across the semi-translucent dome that covered half her face, before pulling it into her mouth between tightly pressed lips.

It was a wickedly erotic show, one that had Grant’s rapt attention as she licked her lips slowly, seductively, everything she was doing a deliberate show to arouse and tantalise him, and he couldn’t deny its effectiveness. His member throbbed, eager to go again. He wouldn’t say no.

Of course, what she had in mind wasn’t what he was expecting, especially when, once she was satisfied with her own cleanliness, she moved to straddle his hips whilst he was still in the chair, practically jumping on him and causing the office chair to roll backwards a few inches. She wrapped her arms around his body and held him tightly, sliding his cock up between her smooth glutes, the tip of his manhood bumping against the root of her tail, which was flicking about in the air behind her, like some excited animal.

She smiled, and opened her mouth, revealing it to be completely clean of any seminal residue… he wasn’t sure why she did that – other than to show how lewd she was – until he suddenly found himself in a firm lip lock with the devious creature, her tongue once again pushing into his mouth, no longer afraid to explore down his throat now that she knew he could handle it. Indeed, he no longer felt his gag reflex wanting to trigger whenever he felt his throat be bulged out by her muscle. As well, he was glad he could not taste himself on her serpentine tongue, only the tangy flavour of her saliva, which he had come to delight in quite a bit.

Though she had straddled his hips, her stature meant her toes were still planted on the ground to either side of the chair, allowing her to maintain control, and provide some additional leverage… especially when she began to grind her glutes up and down his mast, prompting pleasured groans from the marine; his penis was still quite slick from before, and she was able to freely rub her rear to his cock with little to no friction. It made him shiver, and loosely drape his arms over the back of her waist, her disarming kiss more than enough to weaken him, especially with the exhaustion of two orgasms, with the alien seemingly trying for a third.

He wasn’t going to stop her though, Grant believing he had another in him, but he was quickly realising that this gal – and perhaps all her kind – were quite insatiable. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, though he did recall her stopping when he was growing exhausted in the elevator shaft… perhaps even they had their limits, or were respectful of their partners’ limits. It wasn’t so certain to him, only that he wouldn’t complain if either was the case.

She continued to grind her rear to his cock, sliding her checks up to his tip and squeezing them around his glans, proving her muscle control even in her glutes was impressive, before slipping back down to nestle his mast between her two cheeks. She gyrated her hips from side to side, twisting his cock with the swaying of her hips. It made him ooze precum already. Not much, but enough that her ass, firmer than her breasts, was already smearing a new, fresh layer of lubrication all over his rigid flesh, all before she began to slide her hips once more towards his tip… and this time, she wasn’t sliding back down, instead grinding her sphincter to his tip.

Grant paused for a moment, blinking. Was she… going to give him anal? Though it didn’t come as a surprise to him that she would’ve been willing to do such a lecherous act… he didn’t think he would get the opportunity, solely because he’d been wanting to try it for years, and none of his former partners had ever been interested in doing it. As much as he wanted, he didn’t think he’d ever have the chance without paying for it… but now, he was going to be getting it, even if he didn’t want to. She smiled against his lips… before she began to force her hips down upon his cock, causing him to groan as his glans stretched open her sphincter.

It was a slow process, her ass quite tight. Tight enough, in fact, that when his glans finally ‘popped’ inside of her rear, it was almost crushing his tip, imparting quite intense stimulation… though, he wasn’t about to say stop. He’d already endured that torture of denial before, this was still a welcome reprieve, no matter how intense it was. He shuddered in response to the stimulation, slowly enveloping his cock as her tight anal walls squeezed around his manhood the further she dropped down.

He noted that her walls were not dry… she seemed to be able to secrete a substance not dissimilar to her saliva, albeit less copiously. It was enough to make the insertion smooth and erotic without being painful or unpleasant for either party, and without ruining the unique sensation anal provided. Grant briefly wondered why they seemed almost tailored for it… but he cast aside his conjecture, simply tightening the grip he had over her waist and letting his fingers sink into the ample flesh of her rear, which nicely filled out the gaps between his digits.

More and more, she dropped down upon his manhood, swallowing his cock and subjecting it to the torturously tight confines of her anus, until he felt her glutes resting upon his thighs, the alien breaking the kiss to release a soft, hissing sigh, a sound of her own pleasure, one that brought him much delight. Simply on a whim, he took the opportunity to latch his lips onto her neck, suckling vigorously. The texture of her neck was odd, the various contours smooth themselves but presenting a unique, uneven feeling beneath his lips… but the delighted, husky hissing she released seemed to show she didn’t care, her hands wrapping tightly around his back as she began to rise and fall upon his cock.

He moaned against her neck, sending vibrations into the odd, muscular flesh beneath his lips, sliding his kissing from spot to spot to give her the most delight, Grant not wanting to sit idle whilst she did all the work… though, given her dominant behaviours, he didn’t put it past her to prefer doing the work. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t feeling good from this… she growled, she hissed, she grunted, and fluids from her quivering pussy trickled out onto his crotch, a sign that she was experiencing intense pleasure herself.

She slowly increased the pace of her bouncing, once more beginning to sway and gyrate her hips from side to side in order to twist his cock and provide yet more stimulation. But he didn’t mind, even if it meant his cock was clenched almost painfully… it didn’t matter to him, especially when she began to rub her body to his in a most erotic manner, heaving atop of him and growling lustfully. He couldn’t feel her body as well as he’d like, given his BDU, but he certainly enjoyed the fluid motions she made as a reaction to pleasure; it made her seem so much more erotic.

She was moving faster and faster now, straightening out her hips so the twisting of his cock didn’t become painful with her increasing pace. Her glutes began to slap against his crotch and ripple with each impact, even with Grant greedily kneading them beneath his fingers, squeezing, groping and gently slapping her rear. More and more fluids seeped from her sex, and he felt her working her muscles within to provide even more intense stimulation, applying pressure by clenching and then releasing it, loosening the grip her passage had on his mast before repeating the process as she rose up and down upon his mast.

He felt one of her hands slide up his back until it came to rest upon the rear of his cranium… allowing her to pull him from her neck and force him into another deep kiss, her tongue yet again slithering about in his mouth, though this time, she seemed more eager to mingle with his own tongue, stroking and tasting it, even coiling around it as best she could, that tangy saliva gracing his tastebuds immediately. He slapped her rear again, playfully, and this caused her to growl in delight in return, the alien enjoying the way he toyed with her rear.

Grant realised that he was becoming addicted to this, but he couldn’t help it… with how good she felt, it was hard not to be drawn into the erotic passions this alien seemed to delight in at every possible moment. And with every passing moment in this little tryst, he found himself drawing to another potent climax. With the sensitivity of his previous orgasms practically stacking upon one another, and with how incredibly tight she was, his first time anal with this alien – and first time anal in general – was proving far better than anything he could’ve possible imagined, so much so that thinking about how good it felt sent him over the edge, bucking upwards into the alien’s rear and releasing a torrent of his seed.

This didn’t stop her riding him mercilessly, bouncing up and down upon his crotch and letting her glutes slap against thighs, prolonging his orgasm and milking him for all his worth, now savagely slamming her hips down upon him until, suddenly, she too found herself spasming in ecstasy, juices splashing against his still clothed belly and screeching into his mouth as orgasm took her, clenching so tightly around his mast it cut off a spurt of his semen and caused him to grunt in erotic pain, until she finally went limp atop of him and loosened up, letting him release his final spurts of semen into her rear.

And as he felt some of his essence trickle down his mast, the seal of her sphincter loosening enough to release some of it, he found himself running his hands up her rough, uneven back, one remaining on her rear to gently massage it… and she was doing the same, running her hands up his back and pulling him into an affectionate, loving embrace, until the two of them found themselves kissing one another gently, the alien not thrusting her tongue’s length into his mouth, opting for a simple affectionate mingling.

Grant could only feel happy in this alien’s embrace, and hoped that she wasn’t going to dash his hopes… but something told him that she wasn’t about to betray him… he certainly hoped his gut was right.

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Grant wasn’t able to remain in the embrace of his alien lover for long, as the female creature extricated herself from him and pulled his cock from her ass, causing him to groan in response to the erotic stimulation of her tight tunnel grinding against his mast as she did so. As soon as she was free of his mast, she clenched her rear tight, trapping every drop of his semen he’d emptied into her, the female proceeding to stretch most erotically, showing off her flexibility as she thrust out her chest quite far.

She then twirled around to face him, leaning forward and smiling; he was still yet to get used to her lack of eyes, but he was growing accustomed to the cold, heartless visage of her upper face and the expressive, mischievous countenance of her lower face. It was an odd contrast, but one he knew did not necessarily reflect the kind of creature she was… though he knew they were very efficient at hunting and stalking, and excellent kidnappers.

She released a growling chuckle, making a kissing gesture at him before she moved to press his cock back into his pants, the member now beginning to soften. It came as a bit of a surprise to Grant, but it seemed like she was satisfied for now… and in a way, he was glad; sure, he thoroughly enjoyed the tryst, but doubted he could keep going if her libido wasn’t sated. Fortunately, and once again confirming his suspicions, she appeared to understand the limitations of her partner or partners.

Grant shoved his dick back into his undergarments and proceeded to zip up his pants, ignoring the wet sensation of his slick manhood as it softened in his underwear. He too proceeded to stand up from the chair, stretching at first before he lurched forward and took a step to balance himself, his legs wobbling from the exhaustion of her most vigorous sex. Three ejaculations in a short period of time was not so easily recovered from, at least not for him. For her, it seemed like she could go on indefinitely with small rests between. She never seemed to get tired.

“Goddamn… you know how to put a man through the ringer, don’t you…” he muttered almost breathlessly. He took a long inhalation, and then exhaled slowly, giving him back some control before he managed to recover himself enough to continue… with whatever he planned to do. He looked back at the computer console and frowned; whoever had locked out the systems in the comms tower probably did so to either prevent communications from falling into enemy hands – which he doubted – or to stop anyone from alerting authorities what was going on.

In hindsight, whilst that could’ve been a malicious act by someone working to aid the aliens somehow, there was also the chance it was someone who wanted to stop these creatures from being massacred by any soldiers that came after receiving a distress call. That he had a better time understanding; it’s not like these aliens, as far as he could tell, wanted to slaughter human beings… though, after having that thought, Grant decided he needed to be sure. And also perhaps to find others and see what their experiences had been like, maybe find his squadmates and see if they were okay.

This, of course, was if his companion let him. She ‘peered’ at him as he stood in place, pondering and idly reaching for his rifle, still leaning up against the desk. He slung it over his shoulder, the alien ‘watching’ closely. He wondered how they saw the world, because their lack of eyes didn’t make them feel like they were blind. It felt like she could scrutinise him quite closely. He wondered how they worked, but that was science stuff well above his pay grade. Besides, he wasn’t going to argue with something that could both rip him in half and fuck him into the ground if it chose. He stooped down to pick up his helmet, putting it back on his head and clipping it underneath his chin once more, turning to face his companion.

“So… what now?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what to expect as an answer, only that he wanted to gauge her intentions. She ‘looked’ at him and shrugged, before lurching forward to drape her arms loosely over his shoulders and push her chest against his, pecking him on the cheek. He chuckled and pushed against her lightly.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he remarked, extricating herself from her loose embrace. She pulled back politely, and posed in an almost sassy way, hands on her hips whilst she waited for him to make a decision, it seemed. He decided he’d first figure out what was going on elsewhere in the colony, find other humans and see if they were okay.

“So… you coming?” he asked. Her nod again confirmed that she could understand him, so he smiled and turned around, shifting his web gear so it was more comfortable, before making his way out of the comms tower observation deck; there was nothing he could do from there, so staying was a waste of time. He made his way through the corridors, though this time he did not have his rifle shouldered and sweeping across the halls as he searched for enemies; he didn’t want to appear hostile should he encounter either humans or aliens, and nor did he feel like he was in any immediate danger, not with one of the creatures shadowing him closely… sometimes, and probably purposefully, nudging the back of his head with her breasts.

He once again entered the ladder shaft, and frowned in exasperation; it was hard enough to get all the way up here, and now he’d have to contend with gravity going back down… that wasn’t always a good thing, regardless of what people thought. Just made it easier to lose control. He clipped himself into the carabiner that ran alongside the safety cage, and proceeded to climb down slowly, step by step. His compatriot opted to instead crawl down the wall like a spider, clinging to the surfaces in a way he couldn’t possibly understand; her hands were not sticky whenever she touched him, and yet here she was, hanging from the wall without any effort.

He shook his head, the idea simply confusing him further. It wasn’t like he joined the Colonial Marines for the academic virtues. She went ahead of him, and then doubled back, ‘peering’ at him within the cage before once more scuttling down the shaft like some strange dog that kept exploring ahead of its owner before returning to see why they hadn’t kept up. That’s how he felt at least… maybe she was mocking him in her seemingly typical way, just without using her voice.

It took him several minutes to get to the bottom, and when he did, the shakiness in his legs was from the fire that burned in his muscles over any residual weakness from her potent sex. She was waiting, clinging to the wall just a few meters off the ground floor. From there, she dropped down onto her two feet, her breasts jiggling hypnotically; if they weren’t so perky and taut, he would’ve figured they’d be a most unpleasant burden for these creatures… but they didn’t seem at all concerned by it, which must’ve been nice. She moved to pass behind him, and in so doing, cheekily patted him across the rear, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he remarked. “It’s a wonder you and your lot weren’t just stuck underground having a giant orgy or something.”

Her response was to poke her tongue at him, further highlighting her playful, mischievous demeanour. She chuckled, before walking ahead of him, Grant’s eyes drawn to the swaying of her rump with each step she took.

This time, instead of trying to go through the elevator shafts as a shortcut, the two took the long way around, during which, Grant saw his second alien that wasn’t out to snatch him and that he wasn’t actively shooting at. The creature was slumped lazily across a bunch of crates, lounging and hissing out like it was whistling a tune, groaning as though humming and clicking its teeth together. It craned its head slowly to look at him and his companion, before the female creature smiled.

It sat up a bit straighter, its generously endowed breasts sagging only a little. It leaned forward and seemed to examine Grant with great interest, before he found his current lover stepping in front of him with her hand outstretched as if to say he was ‘off limits’, though there was no stern expression on either of their lips… rather, a devious look that had Grant’s gears turning… just what were they thinking in those heads of theirs?

He passed by the lounging alien, who made a kissing motion towards him, much as his companion had done before. He wondered where they learned all these expressions… they were very ‘human’ in that regard, and they were quite intelligent. He wondered if they were actually transformed humans… the idea seemed ridiculous, but so did the idea the potentially lethal and vicious alien lifeform would prefer to fuck its ‘prey’ than eat it.

A thought then came to him; it was stupid, but it was worth a try.

He turned to her, and posed the question. “Were you a human? Did you transform into this?”

Her answer was an emphatic shaking of her hand with an amused smile, as though the question was hilarious to her. It made him grumble a little, feeling like she was making fun of him, though it did at least show that she was either lying, or there was another reason they were so human in body and mind, whilst simultaneously incredibly alien.

Eventually, they came around to the other side of the elevator shafts… where he found signs of his previous engagement with these creatures, before he realised what they actually were; there were no shell casings to be found, not with the 10mm caseless rounds the M41A used, but he saw the holes in the floor and the walls from where his rounds had hit. There was also, as he moved further away from the elevators, signs of the injuries he had inflicted; metal flooring bubbled and boiled away where the acidic blood of the creatures he had shot had splashed upon the ground.

A pang of guilt overcame him; he didn’t know what they were, and he hoped they were alright. His partner seemed to sense his concern, and hugged him from behind and kissed the nape of his neck, which did a little bit to ease his worries.

“Thanks… I was just fighting for my life, is all…” he justified. She crooned softly, before squeezing him tight for a brief moment, then proceeding to release him, walking in front and smiling, as if to say, ‘it’s alright’.

Still, despite all his guilt, one aspect of him was also rather… annoyed. How could he have been such a terrible shot? Though he was rather thankful about it now, or he might’ve felt so much worse.

As he made his way into another hallway, his companion moved ahead of him… which meant she failed to notice the chitinous hands reaching out from an open door leading into a dark storage closet, which Grant had ignored due to his newfound confidence thanks to his companion. A hand covered his mouth and efficiently silenced any sounds he made, whilst the door was quietly slid shut. Inside the darkened room, he struggled against the limbs of the aliens that had him, the creatures slowly stripping him of all his weapons, as well as removing his helmet, his tactical vest and his armour, leaving him in just his basic uniform.

They pinned him to the ground, holding him by his arms and legs. He couldn’t see clearly since his eyes had yet to adjust, but he believed there were at least three of the creatures, all crowding around him… though one thing he could make out in the dark were their toothy smiles, though they weren’t quite as stark as human teeth were. Still, as his eyes slowly adjusted, he was able to make out more features… though he would feel their intent before he saw anything that revealed it, one of their hands pressing across his crotch and rather thoroughly groping his manhood within.

He gasped softly, though he soon found his mouth yet again muffled by a hand from one of the creatures, which saw fit to silence him. There was some light from a dull, low power light that probably needed replacing… and then, he noticed some traits about these creatures. Namely, the green-tinged wounds on their bodies, particularly one who looked like they’d been shot in the soldier. This one leaned in close, and licked its lips as it grasped his chin in her fingertips, pointing to her wound with the other one. She cackled in an inhuman way, and Grant suddenly realised that it was one of the aliens he had shot in the hallway when he was trying to access the elevator shaft. Perhaps the others were too, alive and well and probably itching for revenge.

Though, the firm rubbing of a hand to his dick through his pants spoke of the kind of ‘revenge’ they had in mind… though if it was anything like his previous partner’s torturous denials, it was going to be a hellish pleasure he was about to endure… and all he did then was toss a flashbang into the combined space he’d pushed her in. He’d shot these ones, and that was probably a much worse experience, all things considered. The one above him loomed in close, before running her tongue up his cheek slowly, letting a profuse amount of saliva roll off her muscle.

It felt hotter than usual, the alien perhaps fired up in anger. Though he very much preferred this to being torn to pieces by sharp, vicious claws. Slowly, however, he felt their hands begin to roam along his body, undoing the buttons, belts and straps he had to expose his body, pulling off his shoes, his pants, his shirt, his belt, and his underwear, leaving him completely naked and at their mercy.

Immediately, he felt his cock squashed erotically by one of the chitinous hands, which rubbed his member with the palm slowly and firmly, fingers grazing along either side of his flaccid manhood… though it did not remain soft for long, the creature’s efforts bringing him to an erection quite quickly. He shivered, before finding his lips sealed by a set from one of the other aliens, grasping his head and holding him to her mouth. Her tongue shot into his oral cavity, and aggressively wrestled with his own, ensnaring it in the dextrous coils it could make and imparting profuse amounts of tangy saliva.

He’d come to realise these aliens seemed to enjoy shoving their tongues into people when they kissed them, and he could imagine why; it was erotic to the nth degree, and it was an effective way of pacifying ‘prey’… it certainly made his eyes roll into the back of his head and moan when her organ slowly pushed down his throat, tasting the walls of his gullet and bulging out his neck gently.

He couldn’t see what was happening ‘down south’ with the alien’s face right in his own from above, kissing him deeply, but he could certainly feel the other creature stroking his length with her hand, running her palm and fingers up and down his mast without wrapping her fingers around his girth, fingers gently splaying around his length, his cock between her gliding digits. It made him moan into the mouth of the alien kissing him, this sensuous, erotic method of handwork different to what he’d experience thus far, the alien opting to rub and stroke his cock with the palm and the underside of her fingers, without pumping him with his manhood grasped in her hand. Though she brought the other to his balls, gently cupping them, carefully due to her elongated and rather sharp digits, and fondling them as she rubbed his rod.

He had almost forgotten about the third alien in the room until he felt her hands sliding across his bare chest, the alien lowering herself towards him until he felt her breasts graze along the side of his torso. He did not hear the very loud lapping of her lips thanks to his ears being filled with the sound of the invasive kissing he was being subjected to, though he definitely felt the sharp fingertips that ever so teasingly grazed over his own nipples, which caused him to flinch.

The alien applied an ever so light, almost ticklish pressure as the sharp point of her fingertip slowly circled around his own areola, until he felt the broad, flat wet side of a tongue drape across his nub, the tip curling downwards towards the end of the creature’s lick to rub off his nipple and cause him to flinch again. He heard a chuckle, inhuman and devious, before he felt his other nipple receive an equally slow and lecherous lick, the alien proceeding to do so to each of his nipples in sequence, one after the other repeatedly… until he felt her lips gently clasp around one, and begin to suckle.

He was no woman, but the sensation was proving… far more stimulating than he expected, especially when she waggled her muscle to the small nip vigorously, ignorant of the moderate amount of hair on his chest. It didn’t seem to phase her, and she only seemed interested in making him jump and flinch from her efforts… which she was having no difficulty doing. He was shifting on the ground, the floor rather cold though the heat of his arousal made that sensation feel distant and irrelevant. However, any shifting and shuffling he made saw his body restrained by the hands of his alien captors, who seemed bent on revenge for him wounding them… again, a better ‘revenge’ than he would’ve wanted to enact on anyone who shot him.

The alien sensuously rubbing his cock continued to glide her hand up and down atop his cock with her fingers sliding against the sides until she wrapped her digits around his girth, and brought her lips down to his tip, which she would happily suckle upon, tongue waggling to his glans and gently digging at the opening, though naturally she didn’t try to go any further, letting her tongue explore all over his cockhead, swirling around and polishing his head with a thick layer of her slimy saliva. A sweet aroma began to fill the room, growing rather pungent. He was familiar with the scent, that of their arousal… though with three of them in a confined space, it was even more intoxicating.

He wondered if it had some special chemical that aroused people, like an aphrodisiac, or if it was just a natural reaction to such an erotic smell… he supposed that could’ve been an aphrodisiac in of itself, though they were having no difficulty arousing him on their own. He bucked upwards into the mouth of the alien drooling over his glans, an involuntary action that saw her pinning him back down… but they always loosened their grip after doing so. They weren’t trying to stop him from moving entirely… they just wanted to delight in forcing him to the ground. They liked it when he squirmed, and they liked fighting against it. They were predatory creatures, after all… sexual predators.

His mouth was slowly being filled by the tongue of the alien kissing him, who was funnelling her muscle into his oral cavity and letting it bunch up and form a sort of knot that wormed and rippled about, grazing and rubbing to as many surfaces in his mouth as possible, bulging out his cheeks a little as she stuffed his mouth with her tongue. As for the alien suckling to his nipples, he found her tongue slithering across his chest from past her lips, which were still working and rubbing to his one nub, only for the tip of the tongue to begin wiggling against the other, slowly circling the nip and its areola, causing another vigorous flinch in his body.

He shifted from one side of his body to the other, and again, they pinned him down, loosening their grip so he could squirm for them. It was devious, wicked, and entirely too lecherous… but he found that this sort of ‘rape’ was more than exciting his lust-filled mind. It was revealing aspects about him that he was not entirely aware of… such that being dominated like this was proving to be so incredibly delightful. Was he a submissive at heart? Perhaps. He was just enjoying himself, all things considered.

Again, he felt something change with the alien suckling to the tip of his cock… this time, her tongue slowly slithering past her lips and coiling around his girth like a snake around a branch, going so far as to almost tightly choke the root of his cock and slither further until her muscle’s tip was grasping and wrapping up his testicles… he was not unfamiliar with this technique, but no matter how many times he felt this, it made him feel ecstatic; it was so unique, so exotic, a tongue long and flexible enough, like a tentacle, to stroke and rub against his cock.

It made him squirm and caused his hips to buck upwards involuntarily, his tip beginning to ooze precum already. The alien didn’t need much to make him spasm from her efforts, and it didn’t help that he was being utterly dominated elsewhere, his body pinned by the three exotic beauties, who were all busy using their mouths to kiss, suckle, lick and even gently nibble at various parts of his body, the alien that was suckling one of his nipples and licking the other simultaneously switching around so both received the same treatment, prompting tantalising moans to be released into the mouth of the alien babe kissing him.

He could feel the tongue constricting his cock tightening and loosening before beginning to stroke up and down his mast whilst simultaneously twisting back and forth in a reciprocating motion, all without breaking the hold over his scrotum. Her lips also began to slip down his mast, before he felt her inner jaw ‘kiss’ the tip of his cock whilst her lips were halfway down his rod, tightly swallowing his cockhead before he felt her start moving in earnest, bobbing her lips down to his root whilst plunging her inner jaw after it, all without breaking the grip her tongue had on his manhood… in fact, it applied extra pressure to his flesh where her tongue was squashed between his penis and the inner surface of the throat of her secondary mouth.

But she did this in a unique sequence, letting her secondary jaw reach to just behind her lips before pulling back just before her lips started to move… and she brought her inner jaw all the way to his tip, slipping even past his corona, whilst her lips stopped just behind his glans… before her lips made the first move back down his cock, her inner mouth following, and this repeated, all whilst her tongue was worming and wriggling around his length.

It was then that the alien kissing him broke the lip lock, trailing her tongue out of his mouth with a hissing gasp, Grant himself gasping for air.

Of course, he didn’t realise why she was breaking the kiss – and why the alien toying with his nipples ceased as well – until he found himself being stood up vertically, the creatures placing him on his feet, whereupon he found his wrists being bound together first in one of their hands, and held over his head, and then promptly restrained by one of their tails… two of their tails, actually, a pair of them intertwining their appendages around his forearms and pinning them together. He squirmed in this position, as he was continuously subjected to the unique ‘double fellatio’ of the alien using both her lips and inner mouth to suck his cock, not even skipping a beat as she shifted positions as he did.

Following that, he found one of the aliens pressing her body to his back, those supple breasts gently squashing to his skin and poking his flesh with the erect nipples, wrapping her hands around his torso and letting her fingers start toying with his own nipples, slick and sensitive from the efforts of the creature that was previously enjoying them. As for that individual, she had decided to crouch down between his legs and the legs of the alien holding him from behind… who had busied herself with nibbling against his earlobes, one after the other and worming her tongue at the entrance to his ears. The alien crouched behind him, she proceeded to lap at his cheeks, which were surprisingly devoid of hair; he wasn’t what one would consider a ‘bear’. But his eyes widened when he felt her tongue drifting and inching closer to his sphincter, until the muscle was grazing over it.

“H-Hey… what are you… nnf…” he started, but the pleasure he was receiving from the most unusual and intense blowjob made it hard to think or react to even more stimulation that was proving nicer than he thought it would. The alien was kissing and wiggling her tongue to his rear, whilst his cock was being subjected to an almost torturous method of fellatio that left him quivering and leaking precum at a profuse rate. He could feel the pressure in his loins building with each passing moment, the alien’s efforts more than sufficient to bring him to a quick orgasm.

He wondered how many he would give up for these lusty females given he’d not an hour earlier expended three ejaculations into his previous companion… he wondered where she was in all of this, or if she would be upset with finding him in the midst of this foursome… even if he wasn’t that much of an active participant. He was merely the subject of the whims of these aliens, who were making him pay for his actions… not that he minded at this point.

The alien teasing his sphincter was practically slobbering all over his rear, whilst he felt the alien suckling to his earlobes slip her lips down to his neck and gently bite him. He moaned again, feeling this almost possessive, dominant act induce some extra excitement in him, all as he felt burning pleasure in his loins. The aliens were also running their hands all over his captive body, caressing him, gently scratching him, tracing various shapes on him and teasing his sensitive spots with wicked efficiency. He felt the tongue around his cock continue to fondle and squeeze his balls, the gentle stimulation to his scrotum also assisted by the gentle squeezing of the hand belonging to the alien licking and kissing his sphincter.

He was so very close to another orgasm that his vision was turning hazy… and then he found himself bucking into the two mouths of the alien sucking him off, pouring cum directly into the throat of her secondary maw, which saw her slamming both her lips and her inner mouth down upon his root, suckling hungrily and letting her tongue continue to wiggle around his root and fondle his testicles, all to milk him of every drop he was worth, the licking to his rear also helping to prolong his climax, even if only a little bit. Of course, the efficient milking he was being subject to saw his ejaculation over quite soon, the last few spurts pumping down into her mouth until he was spent… for now.

Grant was panting, watching her gulp down the last drops of his seed until the alien was ready to slowly and erotically slide off his cock, his shaft glistening from her saliva but devoid of any of his semen… they seemed almost meticulously thorough in that regard, wanting to lap and suckle up any trace of cum a man had to give. It was like a delicacy to them, a rare one at that, one they did not want to waste. Of course, whatever it tasted like to them was something they thoroughly enjoyed, because they seemed quite euphoric afterwards.

She smirked at him and licked her lips, until he suddenly found himself being pinned back down to the ground, the alien that had been lapping at his rear – and the one that seemed to be in charge, with the worst shoulder wound, though it did not seem to bother her – moving to straddle his hips now, the other two pinning his limbs down with their hands. She grabbed his cock and sandwiched it against her smooth belly, her other hand moving to trace tantalising circles to his glans with the sharp, precise tip of her finger.

He flinched, and panted slightly, his cock still highly sensitive from his orgasm. He shifted about, and looked at her nervously, her grin rather wicked and devious. She proceeded to grind the tip of her sex to the root of his cock, and in so doing, rubbed his still slick penis to her belly, her hand holding his length to her stomach as she did so. Moans left his lips, which he found traced by the alien that propped his head in her lap, applying an ever so teasing pressure as she outlined his lips with her claw-like fingernail.

A shivering gasp left his mouth in response to this devious, wicked barrage of stimulation, both aggressive in one place and sensuous in others. He was fully at the mercy of these aliens, and in no way capable of fighting against them. For all the commendations he received during basic for exceptional performance, he was a complete mess now, a far cry from the dutiful marine… sure, that part wouldn’t ever be fucked out of him… but whilst in the middle of such pleasurable activities, it was definitely stuffed away in storage.

The female alien grinding to his cock made certain of that, sliding up until her folds were wrapping around his tip, the alien grinding firmly and using her fingers to apply pressure from the other side of his penis… until she grew impatient, and slipped her folds until they rested on top of his manhood… and after a few moments of teasing, circular gyrations, she moved to press her hips down, swallowing his cock into her incredibly tight innards, the muscles beneath the layer of textured flesh that was simultaneously soft and firm working overtime to make him cry out, the alien twisting and undulating her hips so his cock twisted from side to side as he was forced deeper into her depths, his sensitive glans vigorously stimulated by being forced at an angle against her various contours and folds.

Worse, the rippling she was able to perform, and how she could quite effortlessly seal her labia around his cock caused a sort of suction to occur that tugged on his sensitive mast, leaving him to shiver and struggle beneath her at the intense stimulation, especially since he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. How could one possibly resist this? They were bred for this, to milk men into submission… Grant briefly wondered if they were interested in women; it seemed they had no qualms about who they snatched, so maybe they had techniques to make a human female scream.

Such thoughts were pushed away by the waves of pleasure that washed over his body, his skin beading with sweat as the intensity mounted. He wasn’t even doing anything, simply at the mercy of these creatures and already he felt like he’d exerted himself… they were that intense. The alien wiggled her hips atop of his own, nestling herself just a little bit further down his mast as she came to rest on his crotch, straddling his hips and squeezing them on either side with her legs, firmly pinning him beneath her. He wanted to buck, he wanted to thrust into her, and he managed to jerk his hips forward, only for her to force them down, a scheming, devious smirk twisting her lips. She liked it when he squirmed and bucked, and she liked it when she pinned him down. They really were wicked things.

The alien then began to roll her hips, the undulations of her torso quite hypnotic, given how smooth and fluid her motions were, it made it difficult to look away, and difficult to resist the wonderful stimulation he was feeling as the alien grinded against his groin and forced his member to rub against her folds, which were constantly squeezing and rippling around his girth, that odd suction only adding to the pleasure. Already, he could feel himself nearing a potent climax.

And that was before she began to rise and fall upon his mast, all whilst he was held in the lap of the alien behind him, the third leaning over to plant kisses and licks all over his torso, suckling on his still wet nipples and gliding her tongue up his neck to suckle on his jawline, before trailing her mouth back down to his stomach, which flinched violently in reflex, her tongue and lips applying endless kisses and erotic licks to his skin.

Of course, this all stopped when the door to the storage closet swung open, another alien standing in the frame, silhouetted by the lights out in the hall… when Grant’s eyes adjusted, he realised it was his alien, or rather, the first that had seduced him. The other three aliens all turned to face her, her expression surprised at first… before twisting into a devious, wicked grin. The same expression formed on the other aliens’ faces, revealing to Grant that she was no saviour from this. She hissed seductively, and the other gathered aliens responded in kind, and she entered, closing the door behind her.

She passed by the alien that had resumed grinding against his crotch, rolling her hips back and forth and twisting his member about in her depths. His companion leaned down and deeply kissed the alien riding him, their tongues mingling in their mouths and bulging out each other’s cheeks as they showed each other affection. It was an erotic sight, but more was to come when they broke the lip lock, his companion (for lack of a better term or name) brushing a hand across the other alien’s breasts, before sauntering over towards Grant’s head.

She looked down at him with amusement, before he felt the alien who had his head resting upon her lap slide out from underneath him, setting his head down on the ground and moving aside… allowing his first partner to squat over his head before dropping to her knees, straddling his face and revealing her already soaked sex, which he was certain was dry when she opened the door… they really were that easily aroused, it seemed. She was hovering her slit inches from his lips, looking down at him from above with her back turned to the alien who once more started slowly sliding up and down his mast with vigorous delight, wiggling her hips from side to side in the process and twisting his cock every which way.

Fluids dripped from his companion’s slit onto his lips, and he licked them; unlike her saliva, her fluids tasted a bit coppery, neither repulsive or pleasant, though that didn’t put him off the possibility of eating her out. That was very much something he'd put up with such a flavour for. And soon, he had the chance, upon her dropping down upon his face, grinding her vulva vigorously and firmly to his mouth, sliding up and down and from side to side, hissing out whilst she gripped his hair and scalp firmly, but not so much it hurt a great deal. More of her fluids trickled into his mouth and he gladly gulped them down, all as he stuck out his tongue and began to wiggle the muscle at her nether folds.

Pleasured hisses left the female’s lips, and he only increased his efforts, beginning to suckle against her vulva and roll his tongue up and down his gash. All the while, he caught movement out of the periphery of his vision, as he saw the two other aliens moving to other parts of his body, their intentions unclear since his companion blocked any view behind her… though he felt one lie down between his legs… and promptly clasp her lips around his testicles, which were bouncing just slightly from the riding of the alien upon his cock.

He groaned loudly into his companion’s pussy, which she seemed to delight in, likely from the vibrations coursing through his lips and tongue. He increased his efforts, wanting to please the woman atop his head and make her moan, though it was hard to keep a consistent effort with so much pleasure happening to his cock… and soon, his nipples once more, the last alien he didn’t know the whereabouts of until he felt her lay down against his torso and start suckling against his nips with the erotic intensity the other alien had applied to them.

He was shuffling and shifting in his spot, completely unable to resist this intolerable pleasure. How could any man last against this? That they were more than happy to apply such numbers to a single individual was a sign of their insatiable desire, and no doubt, their lack of monogamy… he wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t really care about ‘exclusivity’, and that his ‘companion’ was just sticking with him for a while so she could help him out or have some more fun with him until she found another… not discarding him, but wanting to experience other pleasures. He didn’t think they had a heartless detachment to people, not with how they acted. But they certainly had a different view of relationships, and in this case, of group sex… that, he didn’t mind.

The alien riding his cock was growing more frenetic and aggressive by the moment, her rump cheeks slapping against his crotch whenever she rose and fell upon his mast. His balls would’ve been bouncing quite a bit more if they weren’t being trapped in the mouth of the third alien, who was happily suckling upon them like they were a sweet treat, tongue worming and slithering across the orbs and imprisoning the sack within its dextrous coils. She tugged on his scrotum, and gently massaged his thighs.

This soon only intensified when he felt the fourth alien, who seemed to finish suckling on his nipples, slip around to join her compatriot feasting on his balls, laying atop of one of his legs and forcing the other to do the same… he felt their breasts slip around either side of the thigh they were laying atop of, whilst they began to grind their pussies against his shins, no doubt arching their torsos quite a bit to account for their greatly increased height.

The fourth alien, instead of attending to his now slimy testicles, instead opted to suckle upon the root of his manhood, letting her tongue coil around it… and tighten enough to stifle any orgasm that could possibly come, causing him to arch his body and groan in torment. He felt her lips kiss and rub to his root before pulling back whenever the alien riding him fell down to his root.

As for his companion… she suddenly twisted around atop of his face, just as he was going to lean his head up so he could rub her clitoris with his nose, though now it came to nestle between the bottommost cleft of her glutes, his tongue still waggling relentlessly, digging in as deep as he could reach, trying to trace her contours, her walls trying to squeeze around his muscle with some success, her control – which was inherent in all her kind, it seemed – remarkable.

She was trying to constrict his tongue, and he found himself somewhat limited by her efforts… but the animalistic moans of pleasure, the growls of lust that left her, and the shivering her body started, was a sign of her intense arousal. She was enjoying what he was doing, and that only made him work harder. Her moans became muffled, however, and so did the growls of pleasure from the alien riding him, revealing to him that they were kissing each other, confirmed by the sloppy smacking of a very wet kiss. That’s why she’d twisted around, so she could kiss her compatriot… who might’ve been kin for all Grant knew. They didn’t seem to care.

However, as much pleasure as he was experiencing, he could not cum… the alien with her tongue around his cock, even gently stroking the very root of his mast, was constricting it tight enough to prevent anything from getting through, causing his cock to swell tightly, a sign that he was so very close to climax, yet completely unable to. He was starting to shudder beneath them all, and he wondered if he could survive this, until he felt the alien release the constriction of his root without letting go with her tongue. This saw him experience the most potent climax he had ever felt, and with a powerful moan into his partner’s pussy, he bucked upwards into the depths of the one aggressively riding him… releasing his seed into her vagina without any attempt to pull out.

And the moment he came, so did they, his companion spasming atop of him and releasing a torrent of fluids that he desperately gulped down to avoid drowning in, all as his groin was similarly flooded by a splash of fluids from the creature whose womb he’d now filled. She stopped bouncing on his cock, but had now returned to the fluid gyrations and rolling of her hips to milk out every drop, the aliens attending to his root and testicles further assisting this effort and milking him of every last drop he had to give, until his spasming balls stopped shaking, spent and empty.

He had not heard the two aliens riding his mouth and cock moan in ecstasy, likely because his own had drowned them out and because they had their mouths locked together. There was a pause, and then, after a delightful period of simply enjoying the sensations of afterglow, the aliens slowly pulled away from his shivering form.

Grant was a mess, panting softly and quivering on the ground. The aliens surrounded him, like a pack of hungry wolves, before they slowly descended upon him, using their lips and tongues to clean him up. This only exacerbated the shivering he was experiencing, delaying the softening of his cock and prolonging the afterglow until he was clean of any residue from his own semen and their fluids, save for the thin, sticky film of saliva that he now had plastered all over his body. From there, they pulled away, giggling and leaving him to rest, gathering up his clothes and gear, and waiting for him to finish resting.

Eventually, he had to get up, though he did so shakily. He was practically on autopilot as he started dressing himself, one article at a time. The aliens moved in close to help him, which eased the strain on his exhausted body and allowed him to regain his strength.

“Fuck… you’ve wiped me out…” he muttered. More than ten minutes later, he had finally gathered himself again, his armour back on his body and his tactical vest clipped to his torso, Grant finishing up by clipping his helmet back on, and making sure everything else was present, including his dog tags. His pistol was holstered, and his remaining grenades were present. He sighed out, and then stood by the door, opening it, his companion next to him. He opened it, and then looked back inside, the other three aliens clustered together in an intimate embrace, beckoning him to return to them.

It was, admittedly, a tempting offer, but he had things to do, and they might’ve fucked him to death at this rate. Fortunately, his partner held her hand across him to show that he was spent and off limits for now… ‘for now’, being the operative words.

“Thanks ladies, but I can’t stick around… maybe… maybe next time,” he said with a bit of nervousness. They chuckled and made some kissing motions and fondled their breasts as some final effort to entice him back to their lecherous tangle, but he resisted the offer and walked out with a nervous laugh, which was followed by devious, lecherous growling. His companion followed him, and soon, it was just the two of them.

He sighed out and rubbed down his body to see if he was actually out of there and somehow not dead, whereupon he realised that he no longer had his rifle with him. At first, he panicked, and turned around behind him. He saw the other alien, who was holding his gun in her hand. He sighed out in relief, and then turned away, bending over and resting his hands on his kneepads for a moment.

“Yeah, just… carry that for now, please,” he said, wanting to travel light for a little bit, not that his gear wasn’t heavy enough.

The two of them wandered around as he made his way towards some of the newer sections of the colony, wondering if he’d find any evidence of other ‘survivors’, coming upon a large mechanical door, which would suddenly open… revealing a familiar face.

“Corporal Birch?!” Sergeant Yelena Degtaryev said with a shock, Grant’s commanding officer an unexpected sight to come across.

Grant was quite surprised to see her himself, and noted an odd smell about her, a familiar one, but surely she of all people hadn’t gotten involved with them… she was too strong for that.

“Sergeant?! Holy shit, you’re alive! I didn’t, well, I know you couldn’t now, but I… ah, where to begin, ma’am,” he stammered, trying to choose his words carefully.

“Why don’t you start with where the hell were you in all this?” she demanded.

Grant scratched the back of his head, murmuring as he tried to find the words.

“Well, sergeant, you see…” he began, until he saw his Sergeants eyes shift from over his head and to the side of it, a soft clicking sound telling him who she had just seen. His body began to tremble, not knowing how Sergeant Degtaryev would react.

“W-Wait, hold up, don’t panic, she’s a friend, she’s a—”

And then another alien appeared behind his Sergeant, a taller creature than even the ones he’d encountered, just as nude with far more defined muscle mass. It acknowledged its compatriot behind him with a quick ‘glance’. Sergeant Degtaryev would simply give him a dry, stern expression, curling up the one corner of her mouth.

“Oh.” He was wrong. She’d definitely succumbed to their wiles. But it was clear she’d not gotten any softer for it. Not to him, one of her marines at least.

“Getting ‘friendly’ with the locals, I see,” she said, crossing her arms.

“W-Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that,” he began.

“I’m sure,” she said, maintaining a stern expression. Grant shivered and shifted in place, trying to remain at attention to lessen the inevitable chewing out he was going to receive… until she suddenly smirked wryly and patted him on the shoulder.

“Believe me, I’m sure,” she said knowingly. “But we’ve got work to do. Fall in, Corporal Birch… and take your goddamn gun back from your girlfriend.” With that, Sergeant Degtaryev brushed past Grant, making her way down the corridor with the commanding presence he’d come to know her for.

“Uh, yes sir,” he answered, making his way to his companion, feeling a bit of pressure now that he was under direct orders once again; now, he was a marine. “I need this, please.”

She chittered in amusement, handing him his M41A without issue. He checked it over, made sure the safety was on, and proceeded to join his Sergeant’s side… he glanced up every now and then at the larger alien, who made kissing motions at him. He gulped; the regular kind were bad enough when they weren’t holding back, but this… Amazonian variant would’ve broken him. He turned back to his Sergeant, trying to suppress the involuntary semi forming in his pants once again.

“So, uh… what now?”

“Simple; we re-establish the comms network… and get this place ready for when the rest of the colonists come back,” she said with a knowing smirk.

He didn’t yet have the heart to tell her he’d already tried.