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Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 02

By: Et2bruttus



Part 2 of the AvP series. In terms of time, this chapter takes place simultaneously to what occurred in chapter 1. Just on a quick note, I realize that the whole concept of this story is a bit over the top in some regards. The characters having sex while there are xenos running around the colony trying to kill them and such. That was part of the enjoyment while writing this though; makes the whole thing kinda comical in a way. Also, for those of you "routing" for the aliens, don't worry, there will be xenomorph sex later on for sure. Anyways, enjoy!

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Private John Taylor scrambled frantically to get to the residential D-sector building that his marine companion, Alicia Jackson, was holed up in. He had promised her via radio that he would make his way back to her. He knew that the xenomorphs which had slaughtered or taken every member of their marine squad had infested the whole compound and that trying to get through to her was near-suicide. But Taylor knew that Alicia could very well be the last one left besides himself and he could not bring himself to leave the colony knowing that she is still alive. 

Since he had reestablished radio contact with Alicia, his three remaining marine squadmates had been taken by the menacing xenomorphs along the way. If they hadn't been simply killed on the spot, then they had surely been turned into breeding hosts for the monsters like the rest of their sixteen member squad and the colonists that they had been sent in to find. 

Now he was alone on one side of the compound just as Alicia was alone on the other side. All he had on him was his single radio, flashlight and small satchel of other random supplies. Unlike Alicia, Taylor didn't have the luxury of a motion tracker or weapons; they had all been lost during the previous encounters with the xenos, this made it even more crucial for him to not lower his guard while traversing the compound. As he ran as quickly as he could through the desolate streets of the abandoned colony complex, he hefted the pack over his shoulder and kept his flashlight in hand and ready. 

He stopped briefly, scanning his eyes around him for xenos but deducted that he was alone for the time being. He quickly drew up the complex schematics from his PDA, using his fingers to quickly cycle through the various structure designs. Finally, he surmised that he had to pass through a large motor pool directly to his north in order to make his way back to the residential district that Alicia resided in. He pocketed his PDA and took a deep, exasperated breath, before moving forward to the motor pool. 

He tapped a bypass code onto the nearby door mechanism and clicked on his flashlight as the garage door drew open noisily. He stepped his way inside and quickly directed the beam of his light in every direction of the motor pool, anticipating seeing the swishing tail of one of the xenomorphs or a hive of facehuggers waiting for him in the garage. Fortunately, there appeared to be neither of the two that he could see; just a long line of transport trucks and tractors stretching to the far end of the room. 

Taylor took another breath and began walking along the outer edge of the motor pool, hearing the eerie echo of his own footsteps resonating through the room. After moments of walking alongside the line of parked vehicles, shining his light across all random areas of the room, his heart suddenly missed a beat when a loud shriek filled the chamber. He stood as still as a statue and frantically pointed his light all over the room and readied himself. Suddenly a lone xeno bolted out from under the tractor straight ahead, skittering at lightning fast speed away from him.

Taylor kept walking, slower this time, through the seemingly endless motor pool, awaiting the untimely arrival of another terrifying xenomorph. Ahead of him, another ear-piercing screech resonated throughout the entire room again, followed by the sounds of exchanged blows and hand-to-hand combat. He quickened his pace, running to the end of the line of vehicles as the sounds of fighting and noises got louder. When he got to the last vehicle and was about to round the corner, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his light in shock. 

There, around the corner was a xenomorph, presumably the one that Taylor had seen minutes before, engaged in viscous melee combat with someone...or something. The taller, more humanoid figure, was slashing at the xenomorph with a wristblade of some kind, grunting through its mask as it sank blow after blow into the flailing xeno. Taylor drew himself back a few feet, looking on hesitantly in the direction of the two figures but not intervening. As he looked on, his eyes were fixed on the new figure slashing at the xeno; it was clearly not human but obviously no friend to the xenos either. It was tall, about half a foot taller than Taylor, and had an exotic skin color to it; a mix of brown and olive. 

The humanoid alien suddenly won the battle, swinging its wristblade around in a swift arc, completely severing the xeno's eyeless head from his black, skeleton-like body. The decapitated xeno slumped to the floor and the hunter let out a noise similar to a snort through its mask. It knelt down and examined its fallen prey before running its fingers gently over the wires that held its mask on, and pulling them out. Taking both of its clawed hands, the creature drew off its mask and dropped it to the floor with a slight clang. As Taylor watched, the creature grabbed on to one of the fingers of its fallen prey and broke it off with an audible snap and squeezed out a few droplets of acidic blood from its limb. It then brought it up its face, still out of sight of Taylor, and drew it in a line across its forehead. 

Taylor watched with curiosity and a slight twinge of fear as the creature branded itself with the superficial line of acidic blood, marking itself with the killing of the xeno. It hissed slightly from the stinging of being touched with acidic blood but continued to run the line across its forehead regardless. After it finished, it dropped the limb and turned slightly to the side, looking up at the ceiling for any sign of more xenos. 

It was then that the watchful Taylor realized that this alien creature was actually female. During the fight with the xeno, the creature's back had been turned and Taylor had been so terrified and fascinated by the conflict that he didn't even think about the creature's gender. The creature was clearly larger than the average human and stronger of course, the broad shoulders and muscles were an indication of that. However, right there on her chest was a rather large, plump pair of breasts. They, like the rest of its body, had an exotic color mix to them, their olive coating highlighted by the black nipples in the center. The thrashing xeno had apparently ripped off the creature's breastplate during the fight. And now her hidden feminine features were on display for the watchful human male. 

To Taylor's utter shock, he suddenly felt himself sprouting an erection as he gazed, captivated by this creature's huge breasts. The voice of reason in the back of his head told him that this was insane as the creature was clearly another species and a natural-born killer at that. And yet, all he could think about in that moment was thrusting his penis up in between those two exotic jugs and erupting all over them.

He directed his flashlight down to his crotch and fumbled with his pants uncomfortably with his erect penis trapped inside them. Suddenly, as he was returning his gaze upwards, he was met with a full view of the body of the alien female right in front of him. 

"Oh fuck-," Taylor gasped before his cry was suddenly interrupted by the huge alien female grabbing him by the neck, hissing. She hoisted the thrashing human marine by his neck and slammed him up against the wall of the garage, letting out a garbled noise full of malice that sent shivers through Taylor. He dropped his flashlight and thrashed on the wall as she tightened her grip, staring intently at the human's face. 

As Taylor stared back into the alien face before him, he realized that although her womanly assets were certainly appealing, her face was rather terrifying. Her eyes were brown but seemed alight with deadly malice and the outer edges of her mouth were surrounded by large mandibles. The female Predator unsheathed her wristblade and raised it up menacingly as if she were about to slice at him as she did the xeno. 

"Shit," Taylor thought to himself, "She obviously wasn't pleased that I was voyeuring her. Now she's gonna kill me and add my skull to the others." His eyes scanned over the terrifying ensemble of bones and trophies from previous hunts across her belt and on her shoulder plates. 

He grabbed onto her clawed hand wrapped around his throat and struggled out, "Go...on then...do it," he croaked. 

The alien didn't kill him or immediately respond. She brought her face close to his as if she were intently studying him. She could easily detect that the human didn't have any weapons on him, which was the first purpose for her observations. However, through her enhanced senses, she could tell that this human's heartrate was greatly accelerated and there was an unusual warmth that spread through his skin that she was curious about. 

She turned her gaze downward to the obvious bulge in his pants and cocked her head to one side, baring her mandibles in obvious curiosity. The alien then realized that this human male was sexually aroused although she couldn't figure out why. She loosened her grip on his neck slightly and glanced down at herself, seeing the shredded breastplate that had come off during her fight with the xenomorph, and saw her own full breasts standing out proudly.

Glancing back to the human's face, she looked at him with a knowing gaze, letting out a satisfied hiss as it sank in that the human was sexually aroused at seeing her breasts. She moved her gaze back and forth between his hardened erection within his pants and his face, the latter of which had contorted into a look of clear confusion when he noticed that she hadn't yet killed him and was now looking up and down his body intently. The fact that this male, regardless of him being a weaker, lesser organism, was sexually aroused by her awakened a carnal passion within the female Predator that she was not used to. 

The female Predator retracted her blade and suddenly dropped Taylor to his feet, who let out an exasperated breath in response. He wondered why she had released him but was suddenly caught off guard when she roughly kicked him onto his back so that he was laying on the ground of the garage. He gasped as the wind was knocked out of him and hit the cold floor. Before he could comprehend what she was about to do to him, the alien reached down and gripped her clawed hands at the edges of his pants and tugged hard, practically ripping them off of his legs. Taylor grunted in surprise; how the alien female managed to get the pants off so quick without severing his penis was beyond him, although he was fortunate that she hadn't. 

His hardened nine-inch erection stood up shamelessly, the head glistening with a drop of precum. The alien tossed his grey pants off to the side and looked at the thick, veiny texture of the pole before her. She bared her mandibles again and let out a hiss that equated to intrigue; the alien female clearly liking what she saw. 

She dropped down onto her knees before the near-comatose, spread-eagle form of Taylor. She wrapped her clawed hand around his penis, delighting in the feel of its silky smooth texture in comparison to her thicker exotic skin. She gave it a quick squeeze, bringing a pleasurable and surprised shock from Taylor. She hissed a final time before, without further ado, lowering her head and sucking the erection into her mouth like a vacuum.  

"Holy shit," Taylor moaned, instinctively thrusting his hips up into the sucking void that was this alien female's wet mouth. He had initially been deterred away from the menacing appearance of her mouth, but now, he quite frankly didn't care anymore. Only moments into it and he already concluded that this was far better than any semblance of a blowjob that he had received from human women in the past. Despite her intimidating outer mandibles and fangs, the alien didn't seem to have any inner teeth or fangs and could therefore suck his erection in and out with ease. He stared up at the ceiling and grunted and moaned as she went to work on him; the exquisite feeling of her mouth feeling much like the vagina of a human female, the only difference being the increased moistness of this alien's mouth. 

His head swam in the feeling of this alien's head pistoning up and down his glistening penis. The open garage echoed with the noises of her slurping and sucking along with the satisfied hisses that she occasionally made. After about five minutes, he was beginning to feel his resilient willpower beginning to fade as this ravenous female alien was intent on literally drinking the semen right out of him. 

As if she knew this were about to happen, she suddenly stopped her sucking all at once and retracted her fanged mouth from his groin, strands of her saliva falling from the open hole of her mouth and landing on his pelvis and erection. She scooted herself forward and lowered her chest down to his erection.

Taylor's eyes popped open as he felt his slickened penis slide up inside a firm yet cushiony valley. He looked down at what she was doing and saw his penis encased between the alien's full, exotic breasts. Her gaze met his and her fangs contorted into an expression that could universally be interpreted as mischievous, regardless of species. She let a few more globs of saliva drop from her mouth and in between the inviting crevice of her breasts, dripping down onto the inflamed head of his penis and around it. 

Then, Taylor let out an astonished gasp as the alien woman began to raise and lower her chest, his erect penis fucking upwards in between the two massive jugs. Thanks to the lubrication, his hardened pole slid up in between the giant olive orbs with amazing regularity. Taylor had never had the pleasure of a titfuck before this but he surmised that, if he had something to compare it to, it would have dwindled in comparison to this. He felt like his penis was being suffocated by the proportions of this alien predator's massive squishy breasts. As she slid her chest down his penis, he added to her efforts by adding an upward thrust, sending his pole slipping in between the slickened valley of her breasts quicker. 

Taylor reached his arm down and took hold of one of the boobs bouncing around his erection and squeezed at one of the dark, erect nipples. The alien hissed happily as the human pinched her nipples and she took hold of her breasts, squeezing them together around his penis tighter and quickening her downward movements. 

Taylor sighed and moaned in awe at the wonderful feeling of slipping his dick in and out between these two huge, soft breasts. And the way that she was adding her own thrusting movements and tightened her grip on it was bringing him to impending climax rapidly. She sensed the orgasm approaching through Taylor's even more rapid heartrate and trapped the erection between her breasts as tight as she could, adding more friction to her rapid thrusts. 

This alien's breasts just felt too damn good for him to resist. With a convulse and a grunt, he pushed his cock up in between the jugs one last time and thick white strands of his seed exploded from the tip, coating the alien's breasts, neck and face with it. She stopped her thrusting but continued squeezing the erupting penis with her jugs tighter, milking the semen out of him in compressed ropes. She opened her mouth and caught a couple of the shots that came her way, swallowing the salty fluid greedily. Finally, Taylor came down from his climactic high and his breathing regulated as his cock stopped thrusting and shooting seed. 

He looked up with a foggy gaze at the alien woman who was hungrily using her fingers to collect the remnants of his messy cum from her breasts and neck and drinking it in. She looked over at him and, without waiting for his permission, took two of her clawed fingers and scraped a glob of cum from her breast and shoved them into Taylor's mouth. Taylor coughed but drank down his own seed that she had forced into his mouth. He swallowed the bitter, salty fluid and looked over at the alien who had finally removed her breasts from the slick erection which had gone flaccid after his climax. 

Taylor slumped his head back onto the hard floor and let out a relaxed sigh. If this alien did decide to kill him, he would certainly die a happy man after that display. He never would have known after seeing this alien hack and slash that xeno that she could be such a cock-hungry minx. 

"You know, your face aint incredibly beautiful," Taylor laughed, "But those lovely tits of yours have me sold."

Taylor had his eyes shut dreamily and he didn't hear a response from the alien. However after a moment he did hear her fumbling around with an article of her clothing. He opened his eyes and looked up at her; the alien was removing the clasps that held up her lower garments covering her hidden genitalia. Finally with a last tug, the simple covering fell from her legs. Her bald, glistening alien vagina was now in plain sight of the human, who was caught in a dumbstruck stare. 

The alien bared her fangs in anticipation and quickly stimulated herself by shoving a clawed finger up into her slit, bringing a grunt from her. Obviously the titjob that she had just given the human had aroused her greatly and now she craved her own release. She walked up to the prostrated form of Taylor until she was standing over his head, the glistening pink slit now directly above his face. She lowered herself down so she was squatting, her slit narrowing in on its target; Taylor's mouth. 

Taylor's eyes widened as he realized what the alien woman was attempting and struggled to wiggle himself free or move his mouth away from her slit. The alien wasn't too pleased with this; she reached down with one of her hands and gripped him by the cheeks, holding his head firmly in place, before continuing her downward descent. Finally the glistening slit brushed across his lips which were clamped shut and swept up and down between his mouth and nose. Despite lack of oral stimulation, the female Predator didn't seem to mind merely gyrating her slit across her human's face. 

Taylor laid there helplessly as the hulking alien used his face to stimulate her vagina; she ran her slit in circles across his chin, lips and nose while continuing to grip onto his cheek with her claws to hold him still. A musky scent filled Taylor's nostrils from the close proximity to her aroused pussy. At first he was slightly repulsed and squirmed under her grasp even more as soon as the smell brushed his senses, but then he relaxed when he realized that it was really not very different from the musky scent of an aroused human female. 

He sniffed at the scent of her arousal and he grew dizzy in a foggy haze of lust. He got so lost in the musky smell being forced on him that he didn't realize that the Predator stopped her experimentations of his face and decided that she wanted some real stimulation now. She momentarily retracted her slit from his dazed face and kept her hand holding his head in place. She hissed and slammed her hips downward, forcing her desperate pussy down onto Taylor's open mouth.

Taylor's yelps were muffled by the rowdy alien woman bucking her hips forcefully into his mouth, desperate for some much-needed stimulation. Taylor finally realized now that this alien female would surely fuck his face to death if he didn't give her what she wanted soon. She was much stronger than him and could surely kill him if she wanted to, but she hadn't done so yet. If some oral stimulation would spare his life than he would comply, Taylor decided. Eating out this hulking alien woman was better than her face fucking his dead corpse any day. 


Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 02



Taylor slithered his tongue out of his open mouth and brushed it gently along her outer lips. The female Predator felt his wet tongue make contact with her slit and slowly stopped her forceful thrusting, instead slowly gyrating her slit across his exploring tongue. She looked down at him in the eyes and gave his cheeks a quick squeeze with her claws. She bared her mandibles and gave Taylor a menacing look that said, "Now you know who's in charge."

Taylor experimentally ran his tongue along the outer lips of her slit before slowly honing in on the inner folds. He was pleasantly surprised by two things: her slit wasn't as leathery and rough as her skin but was rather smooth like the velvety vagina of a human woman. And what surprised him even more was that the taste of the first alien slit that he was delving into wasn't bitter or slimy like he had anticipated, but had a rather sweet, tangy taste to it. He found that as he went deeper into her hole the sweet taste was intensified. As his cloudy mind ran rampant with these thoughts, he realized that he was no longer intimidated by the prospect of tongue-fucking this alien woman but was actually relishing in doing so. 

"You know what, fuck it," Taylor thought to himself. "She aint gonna let me go until I give her something. I may as well enjoy myself and maybe if I make it good for her she won't decide to kill me." 

With that last thought, Taylor cast all prior hesitation aside and reached his hands up to grip onto her thighs, and began to ravage her fuckhole with his tongue. The female Predator grunted in surprise and bucked her hips into his mouth as Taylor began to slurp at the slit pressing down on his mouth with a hungry insistence. He would start by swirling his tongue quickly along the rim of her outer lips, before orbiting in on her inner folds and finally driving his tongue as far into her hole as was allowed. Then he would retract his tongue with an audible wet smacking noise, before repeating the process again. 

The female Predator continuously hissed in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the human male working her with his tongue. She finally removed her hand from his cheeks and found that Taylor no longer gave any resistance whatsoever; he was now genuinely eating her out. The Predator's hips circled and bucked against his face with each lashing of Taylor's tongue against her lips. Taylor gripped onto her olive thighs tighter, struggling to keep himself steady because of her frantic movements. 

The female Predator reached down and gripped on to two handfuls of Taylor's spiky black hair, rocking her hips and groaning as the human's tongue swept around her lips and flicked against her protruding clit. Because of her species' lack of tongues, the Predator had never been able to experience the throes of oral pleasure before this moment. Now that she finally was, the wonderful use of his tongue and the fact that she had full control over this human male were driving her animalistic with pleasure. 

She bucked her hips in synchronization with Taylor's licks, hissing, grunting and gripping his hair tighter as she felt a burning orgasm within her loins approaching. Taylor knew that it was coming too as evidenced by her increasingly frantic gyrations and the flow of her juices onto his tongue. He moved his hand from her thigh and thrust two of his fingers into her hole while moving his tongue up to toy with her clit. As he drove his fingers in and out of her with a squelch and started nibbling on her clit, she reached her climax. 

She hissed through her fangs and suddenly let loose a shrill howl that sent a chill up Taylor's spine beneath her. With a series of mighty convulsions and gripping Taylor's hair tighter, one final buck sent her pent-up orgasmic juices all over Taylor's face and mouth. He drank up some of it, but most of it hit his chin or cheeks as the Predator continued to convulse and smother his face with her hips. Her orgasm persisted for nearly a minute and Taylor thought during that time that he would have blacked out because of her constant thrusts and her practically drowning him in her womanly juices. Luckily, when she had finished, she retracted her slit from his mouth to let him suck in some much needed breaths of air.

The Predator's chest rose and fell as she felt the last of her juices slowly dripping out of her satisfied slit. Once she regained her senses, she looked down at her willing captive beneath her. Taylor's black hair was disheveled and his face was drenched in her clear fluid and his eyes looked about as dazed as hers. She put her clawed hand down onto his face and wiped some of the fluid off of his chin and cheeks, scooping some into her mouth greedily. She continued this until his face was more or less clean and Taylor's discombobulated senses came back to him. 

She stared back down into his face and bared her fangs in a gratified expression, patting him on the head with her hand as a sign of thanks. Taylor sighed, saying, "Glad to be of service."

Before Taylor knew it, the Predator suddenly moved off of his chest and scooted herself down until she was next to his legs. He didn't look to see what she was doing but felt her claws digging into his thighs. Then he moaned and his head became foggy again as he felt a familiar wetness engulf his cock. The female Predator began bobbing her head wetly up and down on his shaft again, gradually causing it to rise as renewed life flowed into it from her sucking. Once it had reached its full expanse again, she let it slip out of her mouth. 

Taylor raised his upper body up to look at her but by then she was already on him. She hissed, roughly grabbing him by the throat and pushing him hard against the ground beneath him. He grunted in surprise at the sudden change from gentle to rough and then grew worried that she might actually be trying to kill him because her tight grip on his throat didn't loosen after his head hit the ground. With her other hand, she reached down and gripped the base of his erect cock, keeping it firmly sticking up from his groin. 

Straddling his waist, the predator slowly, delicately lowered her hips while keeping a grip on Taylor's stiff rod. His precum-coated cockhead pressed against her seething pussy lips as she lowered herself down. He let out a gasp as his cockhead brushed against her pussy. He was rather startled at just how incredibly hot the alien's pussy felt just on the outside. He could only imagine the inside of her pussy feeling like a furnace. 

The female Predator simply toyed with cock at first, running the tip of his stiff cock along the rim of her pussy like a stirring rod. Taylor moaned in both pleasure and desperation as he could only take so much of the stimulation. He was finished with preliminaries; he had to be inside this creature now. 

As if sensing this, the Predator made a facial expression with her fangs and mandibles that looked almost like a grin. She superficially tapped his cock with her pussy lips one last time, a strand of precum connecting with her juices as she disconnected from his cock. She raised her hips up off of him, causing Taylor to look up at her questioningly. Then, with one forceful downward thrust, the Predator speared herself onto the human's cock, engulfing all nine inches of his shaft to the root. All the while both the female Predator and Taylor let out high pitched moans that reverberated through the entire garage. 

Taylor looked down with wide eyes at the sight of her olive thighs resting against his pelvis and her pussy lips spread out around the base of his cock. He was alarmed at how tight her pussy actually was; not as tight as a human female's but certainly enough for an exquisite feeling nonetheless. Her pussy was also juicier and much hotter than a human woman's. 

Taylor was still getting acclimated to the new feelings of being inside an alien pussy before the Predator decided she wanted more. She raised her hips, slowly at first, sliding her pussy up his shaft and leaving a slimy trail of her pussy juice across his cock as she went. When the head of his dick was the only thing swallowed up in her pussy, she surprised him by abruptly dropping back down hard and fast. She slammed back down so fast that it looked as if her pussy had gobbled up his cock in one swift bite. Experimentation aside, this powerful female wanted a hard fucking, and she would get it from this human whether he wanted to oblige or not. 

As she began to bounce up and down on him in deep strokes, Taylor tried to add his own upward thrusts to the equation, rocking his pelvis against hers every time her rough skin collided with his. He could hardly keep up though; she was making it quite clear to him that she was in control. She could care less whether or not Taylor was an active participant in this romp; right now, he was simply an object to be fucked for her own pleasure. 

Taylor and his masculine pride disagreed, however. He was a marine, god damn it! He would not be used as a fuck toy for this female Predator's own gratification. He started to get accustomed to her long, deep downward thrusts and was able to start giving powerful thrusts upward in perfect tandem with hers. All the while, he reached a thumb down and roughly swiped at her clit, causing her to jolt in surprise. 

"Is this what you want, ugly, horny bitch?" he growled at her, pronouncing the challenging tone with a powerful upward thrust into her hot, juicy depths again. "To use me to get yourself off? Well, I aint sitting back like a sandbag while you do it. I'll be joining in too."

With that Taylor used all his strength to force himself up into a sitting position while continuing to hammer away into her pussy as she rocked against him. He leaned his head over as he fucked her and roughly bit down on one of her dark nipples causing a shudder to ripple through her body and her pussy, causing it to tightly clamp down on his slippery cock. The action caused her to slow her bounces slightly out of genuine surprise but then she simply dug her claws into Taylor's spiky black hair and speared herself up and down his cock even harder as he suckled her right breast. 

Now that Taylor had evened the playing field, he began to actually bask in the wonderful feeling of her hot, wet pussy continuously milking his cock like a velvety clamp. He moaned into her breast with every powerful slam they made against each other, nibbling on her areolas as he did. 

Just before he felt himself approaching his second climax, the Predator suddenly ceased movement altogether, disengaging herself from his erect cock as quickly as she had mounted it. He looked up at her in wonderment and a bit of frustration, trying to figure out why she had stopped after she had seemed so infatuated with the fucking to begin with.

She then dropped to her knees before him, dropping down onto all fours. The plump, olive-colored globes of her ass beckoned his attention. She turned her head to look at him from behind, her mandibles curving into a fiendish grin as she brought one of her fingers down and pushed it into her pussy with a squelch. 

Taylor understood now what she wanted although he was a bit confused as to why she did. Her constant change in attitude was discombobulating him; first she wanted to be the dominant one, now she wanted to be the submissive one. After a moment he simply just shrugged his shoulders and went along with it. After she had abruptly cut off his impending climax, he now wanted release more than ever. 

His hands went to her thighs as he gently pulled her ass toward him. He gave a sigh as his cockhead nudged wetly against her sweltering pussy lips again. She bucked her hips back against him, desperate to get his cock back inside her. Taylor grinned, squeezing her ass cheeks as he braced himself for reentry. He pulled his cockhead away momentarily before thrusting his cock back into her pussy the way she wanted it; hard, deep and fast. 

The female Predator moaned and bounced her ass back against his pelvis as he buried himself inside her moist cavern to the hilt. Now that she was submissively bent over for him, Taylor assumed the dominant role that she had given to him. He began pounding her pussy at as fast a pace as he could, his sweat dropping down onto the puckered rosebud of her alien anus. As he did so, he reached and hand down and began to flick at her sensitive clit as he fucked her. The Predator hissed her pleasure, meeting his thrusts with her hips and hissing and panting as he pounded her. 

Taylor knew without a doubt that this was the most primal, unbridled sex that he had ever had. Sure, he had had "casual sex" with human women before, which had been somewhat rowdy. This however, was downright animalistic. The alien woman was howling and hissing and he was grunting like an animal as he pounded her pussy in doggy style with speed that surprised even him. 

Just thinking these things and feeling her wet fluttering pussy walls slip around his cock as he slid in and out was bringing him to climax quicker than he had been hoping. He cursed under his breath as he realized that he may actually cum before she does. That may displease this alien greatly, he thought. 

Suddenly however, a wicked thought came to him. Without giving himself time to back out of it, he licked his middle finger. As he continued pumping into her, he quickly unleashed his secret weapon. He narrowed his wet finger out and shoved it directly into the female Predator's vacant orifice; her anus. 

Her eyes burst open and she let out a high-pitched howl as her anus was unexpectedly penetrated by the human's finger. Simultaneously, she shuddered and slammed her ass back against Taylor's groin as an orgasm ripped through her. The hot, vice-like walls of her pussy clamped down onto his cock hard as she squirted over his rapidly-pounding cock. 

Taylor groaned as his cock was suddenly smothered by her pussy. He gave a few more deep strokes into her still-squirting hole before his own climax quickly rushed through him. His semen rushed up his shaft and dumped its payload directly into her pussy, bathing the walls in white goo that intermingled with her abundant pussy juices. After two huge spurts, the Predator slid off his shaft quickly with an audible slurp and pop. She flipped over and grabbed a hold of Taylor's wet, still-cumming shaft and pumped it for all she was worth. 

Taylor moaned as the last few spurts of his white sticky cum were expelled from his shaft in ropes due to her hands. They shot out across her chest and tits and one glob even landed into her mouth, a string of his cum connecting from one of her mandibles to the other. 

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he finished cumming and, quite literally, crashed down from his climax, his entire body falling back onto the hard garage floor. He let out a throaty sigh as he felt a wonderful release that put his mind and body at ease. Even if she or the xenomorphs killed him in the next two seconds, it made no difference to him now. 

The marine cleared his foggy mind and looked up to see the hulking female Predator devouring the strand of cum that hit her in the face. She then scooped up one of the strands from her tits and began to excavate the load that he had deposited into her hot pussy. When she was finished, she crawled over to him, her head falling down to his crotch as she engulfed his prick in her mouth once again. He groaned as she wetly cleaned his tender shaft before disengaging herself.

Taylor looked into the frightening features that encompassed her alien face and gave a smile of gratitude. The female Predator simply nodded to him and stood up on her feet, pulling on her coverings to conceal her slimy genitals. 

Taylor was still reconciling what had just happened before he was abruptly smacked in the face by his grey dungarees. The female Predator bared her mandibles down at him and he returned the expression with a wry smirk. He quickly pulled up his pants and moved to try to find his flashlight and personal items. 

As he took account of his personal belongings, movement behind him suddenly caught his attention. He turned around to be met with a view of the female Predator standing before him again. Her big breasts still stood out from her chest and even some leftover residue of his cum still remained on her chest and neck. This time however, she had donned her hunter mask once again. 

As Taylor stood motionless before her, she punctuated the silence by drawing an item out of her belt with an audible unsheathing noise. She now held a very sharp ritual hunting knife in her hands as Taylor stared at her, gulping. 

"So...just a one night stand huh? Well, if you're gonna kill me, just make it painless would ya?" Taylor sighed as he resigned himself to the unexpected death that she had apparently prepared for him. 

Instead of killing him, the female Predator surprised him by flipping the knife over so that the hilt was facing toward him. She nodded her head down to the weapon, offering it to him. Now Taylor understood; she wasn't going to kill him, she was giving him a gift. After all, he didn't have a weapon on him at the moment. A pulse rifle was preferable against the xenos, but a knife was certainly better than nothing. 

He gingerly reached his hand out and grasped the hilt, taking the sleek weapon into his hand. He looked up at her mask and nodded his thanks, pocketing his knife into his own belt. The female Predator nodded once again to him before activating her cloaking device and disappearing from sight. 

Just like that it was now business as usual. He had just rutted like an animal with this deadly alien huntress and then she just bounces off like that. At least now his mind was clear and focused so he could now devote himself to surviving the xenos and getting back to Alicia. And, if he died soon enough...at least he would die after getting himself off for the last time. 

Taylor took a deep breath, slinging his satchel over his shoulder. He then clicked on his flashlight and made for the nearest exit to the motor pool that he could find. After this little detour, he had to get back to Alicia at the security center and help her with whatever trouble she had gotten herself into...



Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03



"Alicia, Alicia, come in! Come on, tell me you're still there!" Taylor's voice crackled urgently over the radio.

The blonde-haired marine snatched it up from beside the security console and quickly responded back.

"Yeah Taylor, do you copy? What's your position?" Alicia huffed into her com set.

"I just showed up at residential complex D. The door's locked and my bypass module can't crack the damn thing because someone sealed the door from the inside. I'm guessing that was you," Taylor replied.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. "Affirmative; I had to keep myself bunkered down here good and tight after I got the power back on. Couldn't risk any of the bugs getting in here," she said.

"Roger that. But, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to have this door open soon before any unwelcome guests come knocking."

"Oh shit yeah, sorry," Alicia mumbled, quickly scanning her eyes over the security console.

She fiddled with a few buttons and looked up at the wall of security cams in front of her. To the far left, a black and white video feed of a single marine impatiently waiting by a metal door into the building was seen.

"Alright I've got eyes on you. Someone down there looks a little nervous," she chuckled into her radio, staring at the security cam.

"Gee, you think? As much as I'd like to admire the beautiful exterior of this building a little longer I think I'd rather be indoors now. Like now now would be preferable," Taylor grunted back.

"Alright, alright, stand by. I'm unsealing the door. Be ready," she said to him.

She tapped away at the center keyboard of the console, occasionally looking back at security cam for any signs of trouble. On the cam, Taylor had his back pressed against the metal door as he was warily directing the beam of his flashlight in every direction of the barren street. Alicia typed in the final verification code into the console and with a loud pinging noise, the security system temporarily deactivated.

"Ok, the system is down for a few moments. Start the bypass and that door should open," said Alicia.

"Ugh great," Taylor sighed into the radio. "Watch my back while I do this would you?"

"I've got a fix on you. Just get that door open ASAP."

Taylor hooked up his electronic bypass module to the door mechanism. He diligently began splicing together red wires from his module to green wires on the door mechanism as Alicia intently watched him on the security cam. Halfway through the process, both Taylor and Alicia jerked up in their respective locations as the screech of a terrifying xenomorph rang through the street adjacent to Taylor.

"Speed it up Private, that's an order," Alicia chided into the radio.

"Almost done, almost done!" Taylor grumbled back urgently as he spliced the last few wires together. After that, he typed in several codes on his module. Finally, the metal door drew open as the screeches of the xenomorphs grew louder.

"Get inside quick, I'm sealing the door!" Alicia urged, already beginning to type in the code that would bring the security network back online.

Taylor scrambled to gather his module and stow it away back into the satchel slung over his shoulder. He then practically dove in through the doors, moving to manually close them behind him. As the doors slammed shut, a clicking noise was heard as Alicia reactivated the locks from the security room.

"Alright I'm in. What's your position?" he asked her.

"Third floor, security room 4," she replied. "There's a stairwell straight ahead that can take you to the third floor. From there, make a left, a sharp right, another right, and then go straight to the end of the hall."

Taylor took a deep breath and moved through the cold, desolate corridors of the building, guiding his way with the handy flashlight as he went. All the while, Alicia watched each of the cams carefully, looking for even the faintest sign of movement.

"So...were there a lot of xenos in this building when you came in?" Taylor asked into the radio as quietly as he could.

"No, not very many. Rodrigo and Pyle got snatched up by the xenos outside before I got to this building. I only had to kill a few xenos once I got in here and then I was mostly home free," she responded.

"Mostly?" Taylor asked as he reached the stairwell.

Alicia bit her lip as she thought about the unprecedented encounter that she had had not a half hour ago. She initially felt inclined to mention what had happened between her and the mysterious humanoid alien, but eventually decided against it. Taylor didn't need to be informed about the other species and he definitely didn't need to know about what Alicia had done with one of them.

"Umm yeah, mostly. There were a few xenos in the security center when I showed up but I wasted them so it was no issue," Alicia replied hesitantly.

"Well that's good," Taylor huffed as he dashed through the halls of the building.

After a few minutes, Taylor had ascended the stairwell and had finally navigated his way to the security center. He looked up and gave a casual wave to the security cam looking down on him outside the room.

"Peek-a-boo," she laughed, "Gimme one sec, I'll get that door open for you."

She typed in yet another code into her console before the door to her room slid open. The black-haired marine stepped his way inside as the door automatically slammed shut behind him. Taylor let out a ragged sigh of relief at his newfound sanctuary, slipping the satchel off of his back and dropping it to the floor.

"Freedom!" Taylor jokingly gasped, falling to his knees and kissing the floor of the security room.

Alicia laughed, putting her radio aside as looked over the security cams one more time. Taylor got back on his feet and stretched himself out as he turned to her. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked at his fellow marine.

He now realized that Alicia was completely missing her pants. Her finely toned legs were bare and uncloaked as were the globes of her ass. A pair of grey panties was the only physical shield to her nestled treasures from Taylor's greedy eyes wandering over her legs and rear end. Alicia didn't even seem to notice that Taylor was ogling her backside until she turned to face him.

"Erm, Corporal," he coughed, averting his eyes. "What happened to your dungarees?" he asked her.

Alicia looked down at herself, blushing. Somehow she had completely forgotten about the loss of her pants in her "struggle" with the Predator. She looked back up at Taylor who was staring back at her with a raised eyebrow.

"L-, long story," she mumbled. "Xeno took a slash at me and shredded away the whole bottom part. It's a bit disgraceful I know, but hey, I'm still alive aren't I?" she lied, her grin complimenting it.

Taylor nodded slowly, his eyes still tracing over her voluptuously sculpted legs. Alicia smirked, snapping her fingers to grab his attention.

"Focus, Private. So, what the hell took you so long to get here?" she asked. Now the tables had turned and he was put in the same spotlight she had just been put in.

Taylor gulped in response. Just as his brief surge of arousal was starting to dissipate, it quickly resurfaced again as he thought to his own unusual experience with the female Predator in the central garage in the industrial complex. Unaware that Alicia herself had been in a nearly identical situation with one of the humanoid aliens, Taylor tried to keep his own activities from the other side of the colony concealed from her.

"Well...I...I tried to cut a shortcut through the southern motor pool but there was a hive of those eggs infesting it. So...I had to take the long way around to get back to you," he said to her, hoping that she would buy his excuse.

Alicia stared at him for a moment with arms crossed, trying to read his expression. Truthfully, as his superior officer, she always enjoyed making him squirm under stress. Taylor stood there rubbing his arms uncomfortably before she finally nodded in acceptance of his excuse with a smile. Outside of Alicia's view, Taylor pushed off the concealed hunting knife that the Predator had given him to the back of his belt so that she couldn't see it.

Taylor drew up his pack in order to change the subject. "I've got a spare pair of dungarees in my bag. Keep in mind they're not your size so they may be a bit baggy. Better then nothing though; it's not exactly warm on this dump," he said.

He drew out the extra pair of grey pants that he had stowed away and tossed them over to her. She caught them abruptly and rung them out, looking at them intently.

"Why do you carry extra dungarees with you? You don't soil yourself during combat do you?" she asked with a grin.

Taylor smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? I don't possess half the backbone that you do," he replied, eliciting a laugh from her. "No, I've always brought an extra pair of dungarees after that revolt on Freya. Remember all those tropical storms?"

She shuddered. "As if I could forget. I looked like someone water-boarded me after we got back from that mission."

Alicia slipped her legs into the dungarees that Taylor had given her, pulling them up to her waist as Taylor turned to take account of his items. Alicia looked up at him as she buckled herself up.

"By the way, where's your weapon?" she asked.

Finally, a question that he could answer truthfully. "One of those fuckin xenos charged me earlier. I fired off a few rounds but it got into melee with me anyway. When I shot it in the head, its blood splattered and melted away the entire muzzle of my pulse rifle. After that, it was just dead weight and there was no point of haulin' it around anymore," he explained.

She nodded. "Fine, grab a replacement from the weapon locker behind me. I think there's a couple in there with a few clips," Alicia said as she laced up her boots.

Taylor worked his way around her and drew open doors of the metal weapon locker against the back wall. He pulled out one of the two pulse rifles from inside and inspected the gun from muzzle to butt. This one appeared to be a slightly-rusty, older model that had apparently seen better days. It would have to do though. He slung it over his right shoulder and began stocking up on the spare ammo clips, putting them into the pack on his left shoulder.

As he was arming himself, he turned back toward Alicia who was pocketing her radio. "Where are we heading off to now?" he asked her.

She made a motion to the shattered window. "This position is compromised now. We should head for the central admin building. There's another security center there where we can bunker down for a while."

Taylor frowned. "I would have thought that we would make for the nearest shuttle bay to try to get off this dump."

Alicia shook her head. "It will be dark soon, and those things will be scrambling all over this colony. Our best bet will be to lay low at admin until morning. Then we can head off for the shuttle bay and pray that there's an operational shuttle still there," she replied.

Taylor nodded in agreement as he finished with his gear and locked and loaded his rifle. "Ready to kick ass when you are," he said.

Alicia gripped her pulse rifle in one hand and motion tracker in the other. She nodded for the door. "Let's move," she ordered.

Alicia moving first with Taylor close behind her, the two battle-ready marines crept for the door to the security room and cautiously drew it open. As the door hissed open, Taylor directed his rifle and its underslung flashlight across the corridor in front of them. There was no sign of movement or any noises to be heard from the motion tracker. They both let out deep breaths as Alicia motioned for them to make for the stairwell down to the lower levels.

The subsequent time of moving through the building was a tedious routine of Alicia guiding them through the corridors with the motion tracker while Taylor shined his light and rifle into every barren office and bedroom that they passed. Despite the fact that the building appeared to be mostly clear of xenos, they did on one occasion accidentally stumble upon an office with several facehuggers skittering around.

The little spider-like aliens had turned for the door that the two shocked marines stood at and lunged for them, desperately seeking a human host. Quick reflexes on Taylor's part caused the door to the room to be slammed shut before the facehuggers could get to either him or Alicia. From that point on, the two kept even a more wary watch of their surroundings with guns at the ready.

Eventually they found themselves back at the entrance door that Taylor had come through earlier. Taylor slung his weapon over his shoulder and moved to manually pry the doors open. With a nod from Alicia, Taylor drew the doors open with a hissing sound as Alicia braced for a xeno confrontation on the other side.

Both of them jolted in surprise as when they stepped out onto the street of the colony, they were met with a reception of a dozen xenomorph corpses littering the street. Some of the black skeleton-like aliens were missing their heads, others missing tails, arms or other limbs, and others were simply reduced to a pulpy, sizzling puddle of acidic blood.

The Predators had obviously been quite busy during the time that Taylor had rejoined with Alicia. Both of the marines suspected that the Predators had surely caused this display of slaughter before them although they weren't really displeased with the results. Alicia and Taylor both looked at each other for a moment and shrugged, before Alicia made a motion with her head to keep moving.

"C'mon, admin is a click to the northwest," she said.

Taylor nodded and started moving. The two marines kept their distance from the smoldering xeno corpses as they bypassed around them and made their way through the abandoned street straight ahead. On either side of the residential block, metal doors were wide open, as if each of their colonist occupants had been abducted right out of their homes. This ominous ghost-town atmosphere unnerved both Taylor and Alicia and did little to slow their hurried pace.

More than once, they got the nagging sense that they were being watched during their forbidding trek throughout the colony. Alicia's motion tracker beeped several times, but before either she or Taylor could get a fix on what was in their vicinity, the blinking immediately stopped. Sometimes, a xenomoph would openly bolt out into the open either in front of or behind them, before disappearing down an alleyway or scrambling up a building. Every time one of the creatures tauntingly came into their view, it would always flee away before they could get any shots off on it.

Half an hour of anxious colony travel led Alicia and Taylor to a large hexagonal building situated in the central plaza of the colony. At first glance the administration building looked secure enough; the emergency shutter seals over the windows and double plated doors were an indication of this. However, once the two marines began to scan their eyes over the outside of it, they noted that the two large entrance doors had been forcibly torn into from the outside. Through closer examination, it appeared that this building and its inhabitants had been under heavy siege at one point.

They approached the doors hesitantly, gulping at the revelation that not even these formidable steel barriers had prevented the xenos from breaking in. An array of crude scratch marks all over the steel doors gave way to a large hole in the middle, the metal plating bending outwards from being torn open.

Alicia ducked down onto her knees, maneuvering herself through the hole in the door followed by Taylor shortly after her. Once through the door, the two of them were crawling under what appeared to be a mountain of various metal plating, chairs, crates and other objects. After they reached the end of this, they got back onto their feet and found themselves in the main corridor of the admin building.

Taylor turned around and observed the pile of junk that they had just crawled through. The mountain of solid objects had been forced up against the main doors and welded together to form a makeshift defense in the event that the doors were somehow breached by the xenos. Apparently, judging by the tunnel that he and Alicia had crawled through, this did little to hold the xenos back after they broke through the main entrance.

Alicia and Taylor looked around the main corridor that they had crawled into. Along the metal walls, bullet holes, scorch marks and other signs of battle lingered. In their minds, both Alicia and Taylor hoped that their own defense would fair better than the failed posture that the colonists had put up here previously.

Ignoring the evidence of the fight, Alicia and Taylor moved onward through the forward corridor. Ahead of them at the end of the hall appeared to be a large central chamber lit up by the emergency generator lighting; lighting which appeared to be flickering on and off eerily.

"We're heading for central operations. From there, we'll have security cam access to the entire complex and we'll be able to map out the quickest route to the shuttles," Alicia said to Taylor.

Taylor nodded, stepping around a series of holes on the floor where a xenomorph's acidic blood had melted away the metal flooring. They continued on, warily approaching the central operations room as the emergency lighting flickered overhead. Straight ahead, there was a wall of computer monitors even larger than the one from the security station that they had been at earlier. As both marines took a passing glance around the room, they noted two adjacent rooms on either side of the one that they were in; a med-lab on the left, and an armory on the right.

Alicia made a hand motion to Taylor for him to enter the armory as she herself moved off for the med lab. Taylor nodded uncertainly, feeling slightly uncomfortable with exploring the building without a motion tracker of his own. He only hoped that the range on Alicia's motion tracker would be wide enough that she would come running if any danger befell Taylor.

Taylor stepped inside and surveyed his surroundings. The back wall had an entire row of weapon lockers similar to the one that he had retrieved his pulse rifle from. At the back of the room, there was another doorway which led to an auxiliary bunkroom and bathroom. He stepped up to this doorway and illuminated every concealed corner of the bunkroom. This, like the armory itself, appeared to be clear of xenos.

"Armory clear," Taylor said into the radio.

"Copy that. Med-lab empty too. Motion tracker is still running silent," Alicia muttered back from the radio.

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and stepped up to each of the heavy metal lockers in the armory. One by one, he opened each of them and took account of the items left behind. The first few merely contained some personal items belonging to the security personnel that had been stationed here; personal items that they would no longer need anymore. He then gave a grin of success as the next few lockers contained pulse rifles, grenades, ammunition, proximity mines, a smartgun, another motion tracker, and even two automated defense turrets.

"We hit the damned jackpot here!" Taylor exclaimed to her through the radio. "Colony security left behind a month's worth of ammo and a few other party favors, come check it out."

"On my way," Alicia responded.

Taylor went into one of the lockers, greedily pocketing grenades and ammo clips like candy on Halloween. A few moments later, Alicia walked up into the room, leaning her pulse rifle up against the door as she moved to collect supplies in a similar fashion to Taylor. In one of the farthest lockers, she noted the large briefcase-looking object and the laptop that went with it.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03



"Damn, you weren't kidding. Security left behind defense turrets. I wonder why they weren't already using these when the xenos were trying to bust into this building before," Alicia pondered.

Taylor shrugged, loading a pair of grenades into the underslung launcher on his rifle. "I guess their primary concern was getting the hell out of dodge. Too bad that didn't work out too well for them," Taylor stated grimly.

Alicia hefted the case out from the locker followed by its laptop. "I'll work to get one of these babies set up at the northern door. These will pack a hell of a punch in case any more xenos show up. When you're done filling up your goodie bag there," she smirked, "You do the same with the other turret at the southern door," Alicia said as she hauled the first turret out of the armory.

Taylor finished gathering his ammo as well as the newfound motion tracker. Slinging his fully-loaded rifle over his shoulder, he moved to gather up the second automated turret as well as some of the proximity mines, before scrambling out the door after Alicia.

Stepping out in the control room, he looked across the way to see that Alicia had already begun setting up defenses at the northern entrance to the circular room. She had unlocked and unfolded the case, and was in the process of setting up the Gatling gun-looking mechanism that was the turret itself. She had the gun set up in a way that it was overlooking the corridor that the xenos would most likely have to go through in order to get to them.

Taylor followed her example and moved for the corridor that they had entered through; the corridor directly opposite of the one that Alicia was setting up defenses in. He unfolded his automated turret and conducted the necessary assembly required to make it operational.

Alicia finished her construction, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow as the automated turret mechanically swiveled its barrel noisily. However, she purposely kept the turret on a passive setting for the time being so that she could safely approach the corridor in front of it. She stepped up in front of the turret and began to plant her collection of proximity mines around the corridor, being sure to space them out evenly so that they would be more effective.

Taylor paused his construction of his own turret to see Alicia planting her mines on her end of the corridor. He looked at her strangely as she had jumped up to slap one of the mines onto the metal ceiling of the corridor.

"Hey, why'd you do that?" he asked into the radio.

Alicia planted the last charge on another part of the ceiling before moving back to a safe distance. She flipped a switch on a small remote and every one of the mines that she had planted began to blink red, indicating that they were now armed.

"Xenos can climb walls, remember?" she replied, indicating the several mines she had planted on the ceiling.

"Oh...right," Taylor replied dumbly.

Alicia stepped up to her turret and began to click a series of codes into its laptop. After a few moments, the laptop and the turret simultaneously let out an audible ping, indicating that it too was now armed and ready.

Taylor finished his assembly of the turret before moving to plant his own series of proximity mines across the corridor, beginning with planting one directly in front of the massive barricade set up at the doors. Taking advantage of Alicia's idea, Taylor was sure to plant a few of the proximity charges on the ceiling as well as the floor and walls. When he finished, he moved off to finish the last few targeting calibrations on the automated turret module. With this done, Taylor admired the defenses that protected this vital choke-point. If xenos eventually found and came for them, they would certainly have to work for these victims.

He spun around to look for Alicia and saw that she was busy at the main security console. A wall of security cam monitors gave her a bird's eye view of the entire colony and in the center of the console, she had also brought up an extensive map layout of the colony that she was in the process of working her way through. When Taylor approached her, she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Come here, take a look," she said, waving him over to the console.

Taylor approached her from behind, instinctively casting a downward glance to her bum perched up at him as she leaned over the console monitor. He gulped and tried to avert his gaze from the object that she seemed to constantly taunt him with.

Ever since the awkward incident in the shower room back at the academy, he had always tried to suppress any lust he had for his corporal. This was becoming an exceedingly difficult task with her practically waving her voluptuous, curvy ass at him as if there were a bullseye painted on it.

He jolted his glance upward to see if Alicia had taken notice of his peeping and, sure enough, she was looking over her shoulder still, grinning at his mischievous glances.

That tease! He should've known she was bending over like that purposely.

He shook his head and looked up at the map layout. Alicia gave him another slight smirk before meeting his gaze at the console.

"Alright, we're here," she began, pointing to the hexagonal building in the center of the map. "And it looks like the only other shuttle bay is here; at the far end of the industrial reactor," she continued, pointing now to a large, complex-looking building to the far east of where they resided now.

Taylor nodded his head. "Seems simple enough; just gotta head two or three clicks to the east, cut a path through the reactor, grab one of the spare operations shuttles, get back up into orbit, nuke this entire xeno clusterfuck, and be back off to Earth in time for chow," Taylor replied enthusiastically.

Alicia rolled her eyes, blowing a blond hair out her face with a sigh. "I love the optimism here, but there's a major flaw in that plan."

To elaborate further, she cycled through the security cams until several of them showed a multitude of xenomorphs scrambling around in a frenzy.

"This here," she said, referring to the location on the cam, "Is the reactor; the same one we have to go through in order to get our lift off of this planet. The entire place looks to be littered with xenos."

Taylor cursed under his breath. "So...to get off this dump, we have to go straight into the xeno hive? That's what you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying," Alicia replied blankly.

He sighed. "Well that's just peachy."

She grinned at him. "Well look on the bright side; at least we'll have plenty of friends to see us off when we leave," she chuckled, eliciting a feigned grin from Taylor. "In any case, we'll head on up there in the morning. For now, we should stay bunkered down here where we've got defenses set up. Hopefully, we won't even have to use them."

"Alright, so...now we wait?" asked Taylor.

"And now we wait," she repeated.

Alicia sat herself down at the console and began to watch the monitors, being sure to keep tabs on which parts of the colony seemed to have the highest concentration of xenos. Taylor meanwhile had walked off into the med-lab, retrieving one after the other, two foldable sleeping cots. Be brought both of them back into the central operations room and set them down in the middle, being sure to bring back a couple spare pillows to go with them as well.

Alicia rested her chin on the console desk, half-heartedly tapping away at the security monitor. Taylor had meanwhile fallen back onto one of the cots, letting out a relaxed sigh as he relished the opportunity to finally lie down. He shut his eyes and felt himself slipping away into sleep before he was interrupted by Alicia approaching him. He squinted up at her as she lowered herself down to his bag beside the cot.

"Got any water left? I'm thirsty as fuck," she asked.

Taylor nodded, pointing to the left pouch on his bag. "Yeah, go ahead," he said, closing his eyes again.

Alicia sifted through his satchel, bringing out two of the metal canteens that she found in there. She popped the cap off of one of them, taking down several gulps of water from it. She put it down and held the other canteen in her hand, looking at it incredulously.

"What's in the other one?" she asked him.

Taylor opened up his eyes again and looked down at the canteen. His eyes then lit up slightly with realization. "Erm...nothing...more water, that's all."

Alicia grinned. "Bullshit; you've got booze in here don't you? Drinking on the job huh?" she tsked, "That's pretty low, private."

He smirked, "You gonna court martial me?"

"If you don't give me some of that, I sure as hell will," she laughed, unscrewing the cap and taking a couple sips of it. She then handed it over to him who gladly took a drink of his own from it.

"You're alright, Taylor," she said with a smile, nodding her thanks for the drink.

The next hour consisted of the two marines passing around the liquor canteen, taking small sips of it each time as if it were their last drink that they were trying to desperately conserve. All the while they reminisced and joked about past experiences at and before the marine academy. They kept their pulse rifles and motion trackers near them in the event of an unexpected xeno arrival at the admin building.

Taylor stifled a laugh at Alicia's most recent comment. "I know right?! I swear to god, if a crazy bastard like that can make it into the marines, anyone can!" He then took another sip of the canteen before passing it back to Alicia.

Alicia laughed herself, accepting the canteen as she did. "Remember him from basic? What was the guy's name again? Houston? Howerton?"

"Hudson," Taylor replied. "Private William Hudson. Christ, what a fuckin character."

"I wonder whatever happened to him," said Alicia.

"I heard he got assigned to the Sulaco. But the last I checked, that ship's gone defunct. Never did find out what happened to its crew..." Taylor pondered, leaving the last part of the statement hanging in thin air.

The two sat in silence for the next few moments as Alicia finished off the last of the canteen. She tossed it aside when she was finished and looked over at Taylor with an equally apprehensive expression as awkward silence settled in. To her surprise (or not), she caught him gawking over her slim figure once again. The baggy dungarees and uniform did little to downplay her voluptuous body.

Alicia grinned at him and Taylor quickly looked away, twiddling his thumbs absently. Alicia, hoping to incite another reaction in him, began unzipping her grey uniform, bringing the zipper down slowly, so as to look seductive in the process. Taylor couldn't help but look back in her direction as she did this. He sat there open-mouthed as she stripped down from her jacket, heat flushing to his face just from the mere removal of clothing. The beauties he was so interesting in were cloaked behind her undershirt and bra, but he could still see the outline of her bountiful tits well enough for him to be on the verge of drooling.

Alicia smiled even more mischievously at this, casting aside the jacket as she simultaneously began to pull off her boots. Taylor gulped as she slowly removed her clothes layer by layer.

"That's...that's a good idea, corporal. It's hard to get some sleep with all this baggy crap on," Taylor fumbled, clearing a lump from his throat.

She laughed as she kicked off the last boot. "Sleep? I don't plan on getting much sleep tonight," she cooed.

Alicia walked over slowly, tracing the outline of her sexy body beneath the grey military attire and sat down next to him on his cot, noticing the growing bulge forming in his pants on queue. Taylor was frozen in place gawking, not believing that the object of his desire was sauntering over to him seductively, eyeing his body up and down.

"You know, John, there's no one else here now but the two of us. No Lieutenant Kramer, or a drill sergeant, or other marines to hold us back. Why not just take what we both obviously want right here and now?" she whispered into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his.

Taylor let out a sigh as Alicia reached over and nibbled on his earlobe as her hand made its way to his thigh. Her fingers then traced the length of his growing bulge through his pants. He tried to speak but no sound was coming out. The alcohol and growing arousal was clouding his judgment.

"Don't you agree with me? A certain...part of you seems to," she whispered into his ear again, rubbing her cheek along his. Her hand lingered on his crotch, moving in circles across the outline of his hard member in his dungarees.

"Don't worry about anything else, John. That can all fall away right now. What do you say, Private?" she asked, looking straight into his eyes.

Taylor dropped his dumbfounded stare and relaxed a bit. He realized how stupid and amateur he was being in that instant. Here was the woman that he'd dreamed of for many years now offering herself to him and he was going to refuse her advances? No fucking way. Life was too short, especially coupled with that fact that all their comrades were dead. If now, then when? When would he potentially get another chance at this?

A smile spread across his face that matched hers. With a forcefulness that surprised Alicia, Taylor gently took her in his arms and dropped her back onto the cot until he was looking down at her. His face narrowed in on hers as her nimble fingers were working to unbutton his jacket slowly as she bit her lip. Meanwhile, their lips were inches away from each other.

"Yes mam, Corporal. Who am I to refuse a commanding officer?" he whispered back to her with a suggestive tone.

Their hands went to each other's bodies and were about to begin lustfully stripping each other's clothes off from the chest down. Meanwhile, their faces moved toward each other as if in slow motion. Her fingers ran through his black hair and pulled his head down toward her. Their lips brushed before...

Their moment and exchange of long-awaited passion was cut abruptly short by the grim sound of the pang of the motion tracker. They both let out an audible gasp, pulling their faces away from each other as soon as they heard the warning noise that they'd been dreading. Their lust for each other was forgotten as they realized that they had more dire concerns at hand.

Alicia bounded off the cot, dashing for the motion tracker situated beside her cot while buttoning her jacket back up as she went. Taylor simultaneously jumped for his pulse rifle and any ammo clips that he could gather as quickly as he could.

Alicia glanced down at the pinging motion tracker and her eyes lit up at the sheer amount of blinking dots that were closing quickly in on their position. Not only were there many approaching figures as evidenced by the motion tracker's screen, but it also showed the blinking dots utterly surrounding their current building.

"Shit," Alicia cursed to Taylor on the other side of the room. "We've got incoming...a lot of it."

Taylor nodded grimly and picked up the other pulse rifle, tossing it over to Alicia who caught it with both hands. Already, both marines could hear the terrifying screeches from the horde of incoming xenomorphs surrounding the central complex. Both marines trembled, looking all directions as the swirl of blinking dots on the motion tracker closed in on their location as the sound got louder.

Grabbing as many ammo clips as she could, Alicia scrambled over to the southern door of the circular complex, where the xenos would be most likely to enter through. She turned back toward Taylor with her pulse rifle at the ready.

"Make sure your turret is locked and loaded to go. I've got south, you cover the north barricade," she said, brushing her blond hair back behind her as she positioned her ammo clips and grenades by the turret facing the southern door.

Taylor nodded in compliance and followed suit. He gulped, taking a deep breath as he stared at the door and heard the screeches grow louder. He turned back toward Alicia with a stern expression.

"Corpr...Alicia," he said softly.

She turned back toward him, gazing at him with her striking eyes as their gazes met.

"See you on the other side," he said, nodding.

She gave an idle smile. "Likewise John. Let's waste these fuckers."

They turned to their respective sides of the room with weapons at the ready, making sure that their turrets were ready for action as well. They stood their warily in tentative silence as they awaited the onslaught that was to come.

As the screeching reached it loudest apex, it suddenly stopped. Both marines had their fingers practically tapping their triggers in nervous anticipation. They waited what seemed like an eternity as they xenomorph interlopers surrounding their position seemed to toy with them just to get them on edge.

Suddenly though, there was a sound akin to the audible tearing of metal. Taylor and Alicia both turned toward Taylor's corridor and saw that several of the xenomorphs had used their razor sharp tails to tear their way through the barricades. At the end of the hall, a small group of the fiendish black creatures screeched menacingly before they bolted forward at full speed toward Taylor's position.

The lead xeno's advances were met by a burst of rounds from Taylor's pulse rifle. The subsequent few were mowed down at the turret spun up its guns and automatically began to fire as soon as they closed the distance between them. Explosions of acid and loud screeches of pain could be heard, but the success was short-lived. More and more xenos tore their way through the barricade and began to pour forth.

On Alicia's side, the xenomorphs made their appearance not just through her barricade, but also by tearing holes through the ceiling and jumping through. Luckily, her estimations that the xenomorphs would attempt such a feat had prepared her for this. As soon as the first xenomorph ripped its way into the corridor through the ceiling, it triggered the first proximity mine that she had planted on the ceiling. The explosion obliterated a couple of the xenos and sent others falling to the floor, where they were finished off by the turret. With expert precision, she began to fire her rifle at every other xeno that she could get a clear shot at, being sure to use only short, manageable bursts so as not to over-consume ammo.

Back on Taylor's side, he had already run out of his first clip and switched to his next. His turret was quickly running low however. In a vain attempt to avoid his shots and those of his turret, the xenomorphs tried to scale the walls and bypass around him, but they too would run over a proximity mine and be killed. But, with more xenos coming and with mines and turret ammo running low, the marine was soon going to have a much more personal fight on his hands.

An explosive ripping sound behind both of them caught their attention. Alicia spun herself around to see that more xenomorphs had made their way to the center of the room and were tearing their way through the ceiling to flank them.

Alicia loaded a slug into her grenade launcher and fired it at the breach in the ceiling, hearing the screech of xenos as the grenade hit its target.

By now, nearly all of the proximity mines had been tripped and no longer provided any ceiling obstacles against the xenomorphs. And with both turrets down to their last hundred rounds, it was largely left to the marine duo to use their own devices to fend off the never-ending horde of the aliens.

Occasionally, amid the thunderous roar of turret and rifle fire, both Taylor and Alicia would call out to each other that they were reloading a new clip. They tried to time each other's reloading in intervals, that way the xenos were always being suppressed and they were never vulnerable to them. Gradually though, as more and more ammo was being expended, the xenomorphs were gradually gaining more and more ground toward the marines in the center of the room.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03



Both Taylor's and Alicia's morale plummeted when the roar of the turrets suddenly stooped altogether. Both of their respective turrets had completely run out of ammunition and sat idly as clouds of smoke puffed out of their exhausted barrels.

Taylor gulped and turned back toward the confrontation, seeing a final large wave of the black skittering monsters coming his way. He loaded his last clip said a last prayer and began to unleash a hailstorm of bullets toward any one of the black dome-headed aliens that he could hit.

Alicia too realized how dire their predicament was now that their turrets had gone dry and that they were dangerously short on ammo. The fired the last of her grenades before loading her last clip and firing toward the xenos scrambling around the corridor toward her.

As they fired their bursts, hitting xenos with explosive rounds as they went, they began to gradually shuffle backwards toward the center of the room so that they were back to back with each other. Now, as they began to fire randomly left and right, the xenos sometimes came so close that they were within slashing distance of the marines.

At one point, Taylor shot a xeno in the skull as it was in the process of lunging for him. The resulting splash of acidic blood subsequently melted away the barrel of his pulse rifle, rendering it useless.

Taylor cursed and drew his pistol, firing comparatively insignificant rounds at the remaining xenos circling the room.

As Alicia was firing off the last of her ammo, Taylor yelled out to her over the noise and screeches, "Alicia...get out of here! I'll hold them off so you can get out!"

Alicia continued to fire her rifle, intentionally disregarding what he'd said with a snort.

"No fuckin way. If you're going down, I'm going with you!" she shouted back.

He fired the last few rounds off of his pistol mag and picked up his damaged pulse rifle again. Without a thought toward the xenos encroaching around him, he aimed the rifle at the adjacent wall, loaded his last grenade and fired it off at the wall. Alicia took notice of the blast and looked in that direction quickly to see that Taylor's resourcefulness with the grenade launcher had left a gaping hole in the wall which led outside.

"That's your way out, do it now! We're going to be overwhelmed any second!" he shouted while firing off his pistol.

She discarded her empty pulse rifle and used her pistol to begin firing at xenos amid the chaos as well.

"No!" she shouted back again. "I'm not leaving without you, John!"

Taylor grimaced with desperation and quickly gripped Alicia by the shoulder, giving her a heavy push away from the chaos and toward the door.

"Just go, please! One of us needs to make it out of here! You hear me-," his argument was cut off as a xenomorph suddenly burst out of the ceiling right behind him. He spun around to meet it with a burst from his pistol before the xeno hissed, swatting the pistol out of his hand with its tail.

"John!" she shouted as more xenomorphs fell upon he male marine. He quickly became lost amid the shifting bodies of half a dozen xenomorphs surrounding his flailing body. Through the downpour of xenos that fell atop him, he managed to yell out.

"Alicia, run!"

With that, the horde yanked the writhing form of the marine amid their ranks, dragging him suddenly into a torn-open floorboard and they...and Taylor, were gone.

Alicia had not enough time to erupt into anger or sorrow as the few remaining black xenomorphs converged on her. Without giving a second thought she turned and ran toward the exit that Taylor had made for her. She quickly ran through with several xenos in tail.

As Alicia found herself outside and in the middle of the colony street, she spun around to face the outnumbering enemies coming for her. She fired off a few last rounds of her pistol clip and killed two more xenos. With that clip gone and with the few more xenos closing the distance, she slammed her eyes shut and resigned herself to her death.

The massive explosions resounded near her, followed by an audible crunching sound and the loud, pained shrieks of xenos. Alicia opened her eyes and saw that all the xenos that had been charging her were nothing but corrosive piles of acid and chitin.

Her eyes darted around the colony street for the source of the precise shots that had destroyed her enemies. As she had been looking upon the rooftops she briefly caught sight of a humanoid form switch phases as it activated its cloaking device and bounded off of the rooftop.

A clanging noise behind her caught her attention next. She spun around and saw a sleek spear sticking up from the ground. She warily approached the weapon, observing its bronze color and clearly alien runes running across its length.

She took a look in both directions of the street for signs of the xenomorphs or the familiar creature that had saved her life and delivered this weapon to her. When she saw neither, she quickly drew weapon up from the dirt, feeling its balance and weight and found that it was the perfect fit for a melee weapon.

She took a deep breath, taking one last look around to determine her position, before she began to warily head off in a northeasterly direction with her new weapon and what little ammunition for her pistol that she had.

"John...if you're still alive...I'm coming for you," she softly said to herself.

With that, she made her way toward the one place where her fellow marine and source of her affections was: the xenomorph hive.



As Taylor roused from his void of unconsciousness, he felt a throbbing pain in his head. His entire body in fact felt numb and sore, like he hadn't moved a muscle in over a week. As he opened his eyes he at first saw only an indiscernible haze of fuzziness and pitch black. His ears also began to pick up the faint sounds of hissing in nearly every direction around him. He also began to sweat slightly from the heat and clammy humidity of whatever room he now resided in.

Suddenly, everything that happened prior to him losing consciousness came back to him. Though he still struggled to get a grip on his frazzled senses, he remembered the futile defense that he and Alicia had put on at the central complex. After both his turret and pulse rifle had run dry of ammo, he urged Alicia to get out. He had seen her running for the south exit, before the xenos fell upon him and he lost consciousness.

Despite feeling like a scrambled egg physically, Taylor's mind was filled with questions. Where was he? Why had the xenomorphs spared him? Had Alicia managed to escape? How were they going to kill him? Was there a way out? The only thing that was certain among these ponderings was that the xenos would certainly kill him somehow. He just didn't understand why they were dragging it out even now.

His vision finally cleared and he found himself staring up at a black, chitinous ceiling that dripped moist secretions of some kind. As he scanned his eyes around the open cavern that he was in, he saw sparse spots upon the wall while silver plating could be seen, thus indicating that there had once been a colony building here before it had been converted into the xenomorph hive.

The hive. Taylor's blood went cold at the realization that that was where the xenomorphs had taken him. Surely he was a dead man then. Any hope he had of escape was gone now that he had no weapon and was now in the center of the entire xenomorph infestation. But...where were the xenomorphs?

Taylor rolled over onto his knees, grimacing from the aching of his muscles, and looked around for any sign of where he was. That's when he saw them...the eggs. At the far end of the circular room that he was in was a group of xenomorph eggs that contained the parasites that would create more of the monsters themselves. Of all the possible scenarios and deaths that could potentially come his way, being impregnated by one of the facehuggers was the worst one that he could think of.

His next impulse was to seek out where in this nest his enemies were. Sure enough, as soon as he started stirring, the black, hideous creatures made their appearance. Four of the long, skeleton-like aliens dashed forward from two of the side corridors opening into the circular room.

With a spine tingling hiss from all four xenomorph drones simultaneously, the sleek black beasts fell upon the unarmed human marine with stunning haste. He had not enough time to even attempt to resist them. He gasped in shock, slamming his eyes shut in fear as one of the black drones pounced him, shoving him back down onto his back as it straddled over him, hissing its malice as it did.

Taylor opened his eyes slowly, sweating profusely as he stared up into a chilling, black eyeless dome-head of the xenomorph that had pounced him. Its hissing mouth was spread wide into an evil grin, dripping strands of saliva down onto Taylor's neck as it gleamed down at him. Its second mouth extended its way out from its gaping maw, honing fiendishly in on Taylor's face.

Taylor grimaced and struggled to avoid the appendage as the mouth extension brushed against his quivering lips. He considered biting the bastard right there on the spot but he realized that it would be a futile effort and wouldn't accomplish anything anyway.

The seconds ticked by like an eternity as Taylor awaited that mouth to burst through his skull like a battering ram. He knew full well that the xenomorphs could use almost every part of their body like a melee weapon in itself, and their mouths were no different. Any second now he knew that this creature pressing down on top of him would either decapitate him with its razor-sharp tail or splatter his brain across the floor with its mouth appendage.

When more and more seconds passed and neither of these grim scenarios took place, he realized that the xenomorph drone was still gleaming down at him with what looked to be a smile of curiosity as it cocked its head down at him. His breath caught in his throat too as he only just realized that the xenomorph was running its bony black fingers along his sides and up and down his chest.

Wait a minute, was it...caressing him? Taylor suddenly thought with horror. As the xenomorph's slender black fingers traveled over his torso, its long tail snaked up his leg to run the sharpened tip of its tail around his inner thigh. Taylor sat there in stunned silence and shock as the xeno drone used all of its limbs to feel at his foreign human anatomy.

Maybe it was judging where best to make the fatal strike? Or maybe it was intentionally fucking with him to make his impending death that much more bittersweet.

He looked around him at the three other xenos to see that they were passively surrounding him; their tails swayed at they all gave emotionless, eyeless stares down at him.

Suddenly, the xenomorph atop him shifted itself lower so that it was between his legs. The wicked gleaming grin that it gave up at him didn't inspire much confidence on Taylor's part. On cue, two of the other watching xenomorphs took up position on either side of Taylor as he looked up at them back and forth with a panicked expression. As he struggled against them, they grabbed a firm hold of both of his legs and arms. They also pulled apart his legs so that he was laying spread eagle on the floor of the nest.

The xenomorph drone that had been straddling him hissed at him a final time before used both of its sharp-fingered hands to tear away at his pants. Taylor gasped as he heard and felt a tearing of fabric situated at his crotch. As he continued to struggle against their grasp more, he looked down and saw that the xenomorph had torn a large hole clean through his pants and underwear.

His flaccid cock was at the center of the lead drone's attention between his spread legs. His humiliation at having his pants ripped open before these monsters was short-lived, as now he had a more pressing concern. The xeno between his legs began to salivate while cocking its head as it observed his member. Its glistening second mouth approached his shaft as Taylor began to fight their grasp harder.

"No! Anything but that! Just kill me instead!" Taylor pleaded as he struggled, thinking that the xeno was literally going to eat his cock. They couldn't just kill him; they had to drag it out by first ripping away the one part of his body that he most prided himself in.

The xeno let warm strands of its saliva to droop down from its razor-sharp mouth, trickling down onto his shaft. When it had done this for a few moments, providing a generous coating of thick warm saliva to his soft human cock, the xenomorph pulled its mouth away. It then reached its long black fingers up and took a hold of his wet cock, wrapping the nimble digits around his warm member.

Taylor shuddered and still fought their captivity as he now thought that the lead drone would use its claws, rather than mouth to (literally) dismember him. He waited, waited, waited for the massive application of pain to come in his groin. But...wait a minute; there was no pain. In fact, quite the opposite, there was a gentle tingling feeling spreading across his manhood. Now he was actually feeling...pleasure?!

He opened his eyes and looked down at what was causing this. He saw that the xenomorph continued to drip liberal amounts of its saliva onto his manhood. Meanwhile, the creature's black bony fingers were stroking and massaging along his member. It was not a violent tugging motion either, but gentle strokes coupled with occasional little squeezes that sent ripples of pleasure through his penis.

"Oh shit," he thought with amazement. He was getting a fucking handjob from a xenomorph! More then that, it felt...good, damn good. The xeno's otherwise sharp fingers and bony skeleton-like structure made no difference as the attentive drone had taken great care in lubing his cock up with saliva while being sure to take great care with its strokes so as not to injure him.

Taylor also began to feel a flushing warmth spread through his skin. It wasn't all that different from the feeling of lust that he got when he had had previous sexual encounters with human women (and a female Predator). But, this time the feeling spreading through his body was amplified tenfold. It occurred to him that maybe the saliva from the xenomorph was also an aphrodisiac of sorts. It had to be; because otherwise there would be no way that he would be enjoying this as much as he was now under normal circumstances.

In any case, Taylor groaned and ceased all futile struggles as he gave into the pleasure being forced on him. The drone hissed as it caressed, squeezed, stroked and pumped the human meat which was rapidly gaining blood and growing. The other three xenomorphs watched with fascination as Taylor's cock expanded and grew harder and thicker under the lead drone's stimulations. Once it grew long and thick enough, the xenomorph added its other hand into the works. The lead drone now used both hands to squeeze and stroke along the human male's impressive length now that it had attained its full expanse.

After a few minutes of this, as Taylor felt his arousal growing, the drone that was jerking him off took its hands away. It turned to the only xenomorph out of the group that wasn't holding Taylor down, hissing a command at it. The other xeno nodded its compliance and approached the spread-eagle human marine with a giant hole ripped in his pants with the hardened tool sticking up from it. The first xeno moved out of the way to observe what would happen next while the other two xenos continued to keep Taylor pinned down.

The new xeno spread Taylor's legs and lowered its head down to his groin. It dripped more of the hot aphrodisiac saliva onto his cock, causing it to twitch and harden even more as a result. Taylor shivered from the pleasurable feeling but nonetheless watched the new xenomorph's every move. Truthfully, he hadn't yet abandoned the possibility that these aliens would kill him at any given moment.

The two bony black hands gripped his cock at its base. He was expecting another handjob from the new xenomorph; however, it instead continued to lower its mouth down toward his cock. He watched as the xeno hissed, opening its second inner mouth as wide as it could as it descended toward the bulbous head of his shaft.

He wiggled his hips again to avoid the maw's capture. "No...don't!-," his protests were cut off by one of the other xenos hissing and clamping his mouth shut with its hand.

Meanwhile, down below, the second mouth of the xeno between his legs opened up wide and in one gradual downward decent, engulfed the head and about an inch of his cock.

Taylor gasped and squirmed, his cries muffled as he felt the xeno's mouth extension take in his cock. His first impulse was that the creature was now making good of that threat to bite off his cock. He assumed that that was what was happening now as soon as he felt the sensitive mushroom head pass the mouth's jaws as its teeth lightly grazed his human shaft.

He then calmed down and looked down at what was happening with astonishment. There was still no excruciating pain and no severed limbs. Instead, there was only a sensation of warmth, wetness and amazing tightness. He looked at the unbelievable sight of the xenomorph's inner mouth lowering itself inch by inch, taking in his cock into its tight gullet as it trickled more super warm saliva onto the base of his shaft. Because his cock looked to be thicker than the creature's mouth extension was, there was a visible bulge in the creature's gullet as it swallowed his cock; it stretched itself to accommodate his nine inches of meat into its maw.

Nothing quite prepared him for this. Although this was happening against his will from a group of hideous monsters, he couldn't deny that no blowjob felt anything like this. Instead of an inner tongue like most humanoids possessed, he instead looked at a second, smaller mouth completely surrounding his manhood. The xenomorph's gullet was so thin and tight that it felt like his cock had been swallowed up by a Chinese finger trap, with incredible heat and lubrication added of course.

"Oh geez...fuck," Taylor groaned through grit teeth. The xenomorph's tight mouth began to ripple along his length; all the while it continued to dribble the warm, numbing saliva to lubricate it more.

With the other three xenos collectively holding him firmly in place in the middle of the room, the black alien between his legs began to bob its mouth up and down wetly. The xenomorph's gullet tightly massaged his manhood like nothing he'd ever felt before, as if it were a mechanical pump created for the sole purpose of harvesting semen.

Taylor hated himself for taking pleasure in this. But as the alien drone bobbed its mouth up and down his cock with such exquisite tightness, he just couldn't help himself. His fingers scratched at the rough, uneven ground as his cock was being milked and pumped against his will. He couldn't understand why the xenomorphs were even doing this. Unless this was some sort of way that the creatures enjoyed their prey before they killed them. Either way, he felt himself drawing toward a heavy orgasm with likely a huge load of cum involved.

One of the three xenos suddenly hissed menacingly and approached Taylor's head even as the other xeno continued to slurp away at the human's cock. Taylor's hips were instinctively thrusting up into the xenomorph's maw while he continuously moaned, so he didn't take notice of the other drone approaching his head.

He looked up and saw a pair of black chitinous legs spread above him. What he saw next nearly shocked him more than the forceful suckling that was currently jostling him around the floor.

Below the xenomorph's spread thighs above him, its tail had curled in to its crotch. The tip of the tail peeled apart a thin membrane at the xenomorph's black crotch, revealing a very moist slit.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03



Holy shit! Taylor thought to himself. These xenomorphs that were essentially raping him right now were female.

His wide-eyed fixation upon the shining black-lipped pussy twinkling above him confirmed the fact that he hadn't even known that xenomorphs had sexual organs. Obviously, xenomorphs typically reproduced through the facehuggers from the eggs, which in turn impregnated living hosts to create more of the drones themselves. Therefore, he had never considered the unlikely possibility that there could be genders amongst xenomorphs. Then again, he'd never really taken the time to observe one up close; or at least, one that wasn't a bubbling mass of sizzling acid.

Taylor's immense pleasure from a tight oral cavity sucking up and down his cock was put at bay momentarily. The xenomorph female above him hastily slung a leg over Taylor's head so that he was staring right up into her sweltering alien cunt. He shuddered as he realized that yet another female alien that was stronger than him was going to get itself off using his mouth.

He suddenly realized in that instant though that he didn't really have the will to resist the tantalizing pussy slit hovering above his flabbergasted face. Maybe it was the incredibly pleasurable pulses and pumps that the lower xenomorph's mouth made across his hardened shaft or maybe it was the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to escape her grasp anyway. On the other hand, it could also be the fact that the clear, almost scalding-hot juices dripping from her twat onto his face were an even stronger aphrodisiac than the saliva coating his cock. Whatever the crazy reason; he was about ready to slurp away into a fucking xenomorph pussy and there was no one around to judge him for it.

The xenomorph female hissed and plucked apart her black pussylips, causing droplets of her fluids to slip out. This round however landed upon a human tongue. Reluctance aside, Taylor had now avidly flicked out his tongue to grab a taste of the clear fluids spilling from the alien female's hot vent.

Taylor smacked his lips as he tasted a fluid so unnaturally tart that it was almost like candy. The xenomorph gave what looked like a satisfied grin through its large maw of teeth as its tail swished with excitement. The other two xeno females (not including the one shoving a human cock down its gullet) gave nods and hisses of their own; the group having rarely encountered such willing prey as this human before.

Soon enough, the xenomorph that was sucking away at Taylor's shaft pulled itself away as it detected that his balls were readying to release. It retreated its inner mouth from his shiny slick cock; a bulge being clearly present in its gullet as it slowly withdrew. With a pop, the glistening cock was standing straight up in the air, ripe for the picking again. The xeno moved up to restrain Taylor's left arm while another xeno took its place at his groin.

The new female xenomorph picked up where the first one left off; engulfing Taylor's cock into its mouth and sucking away with amazing regularity. Taylor, whose orgasm had subsided momentarily, was now building up to the next one as the ravenous female xenos took turns milking his cock. This left him unaware as the needy, spread-legged xenomorph above him began to lower its steaming, dripping black slit down onto his mouth.

Taylor's cry of surprise was muffled as his mouth was suddenly sealed with a very wet xenomorph snatch. He panicked and resisted the intrusive pussy being forced upon his face by the hissing monster above him. This resistance was short lived, however; as soon as he started to drink his fill of the mind-numbing juices funneling from her pussy into his mouth. He found the taste to be wonderfully tangy and sweet and he immediately found himself wanting to delve in for more.

He continued to shudder as the xenomorph's traded off sucking his hard cock into their mouths. Always they would build him up to the peak of near-orgasmic bliss before depriving him of it and trading off to the next needy female drone. Taylor was growing aggravated from the orgasm denial but he drowned out his angst by slurping and burying away his tongue into a sweltering hot pussy above him. The drone hissed and screeched her pleasure as the captive's tongued away wetly into her alien honeypot nicely. She began to undulate her hips forcefully across Taylor's tongue, spilling more clear, tantalizing juices into his mouth as she went.

Taylor moaned into the xenomorph pussy smothering his mouth as he felt every compressed rippling motion that the other xeno made down his sensitive pole. As he delved his tongue deep into the pitch black glistening void, he was pleasantly surprised by how soft and velvety it was inside, compared starkly to how hard and chitinous their exteriors were.

The xenomorph didn't seem to mind his enthusiastic explorations at all. She basked in the feeling of a his wet appendage hitting sweet spots within her, rocking her hips quickly and forcefully in time with every vigorous sweep he made into her wet slit. As she humped his mouth, she clenched her razorsharp teeth and hissed, drooling all over the floor as he tail fidgeted.

Taylor could tell by her labored hisses that he was going to set her off soon enough. This seemed to give him a misplaced sense of power for some reason. He grinned in between audible licks.

"Maybe you'll think twice before shoving an embryo into my stomach," Taylor thought to himself.

The xenomorph female let out a shrill hiss and screech, causing Taylor to jolt in earnest terror for a moment. She gripped her thin bony fingers at the sides of Taylor's head as she repeatedly slammed her sodden crotch down upon his face.

Realizing that the horny xeno drone above him was cumming, he continued his efforts and struggled to hold on as he drove his tongue into her pussy. Upon these in-strokes, he felt his tongue make contact with a hard nub that was slightly more internal than a human woman's clit would be found. He flicked at this nub with the tip of his wet tongue, garnering even more frantic responses from the monstrous female riding his face.

With her clit being manipulated by her now-willing victim beneath her, the xeno let her abundance of juices be released. She clenched Taylor's head, hissing and drooling profusely as she came, squirting a rush of hot, sticky clear xenomorph girlcum onto his face.

As Taylor was literally drowning in a bath of scalding female fluid, the xenomorph that was milking his cock with her mouth suddenly stopped, depriving him of yet another orgasm. The alpha female drone that had sucked off Taylor to begin with used her large tail to completely knock the other xenomorph off of Taylor's cock.

Taylor grunted in shock and slight pain through the downpour of vaginal secretions. The drone leader knocking the other drone off of his cock had caused her mouth to rather abruptly be disengaged from his manhood with a rather loud pop. The lesser drone hissed at having been torn away from the "lollipop" that she'd been avidly slurping away at but nonetheless bowed her head and moved away from Taylor's prostrated form to make room for her superior drone.

The female drone straddling Taylor's mouth finally came down from her orgasm and began to pant with exertion and satisfaction. Her eyeless dome peered down at her human captive. Taylor was drenched and looked exhausted from the ordeal. His face was coated utterly in clear, very warm xenomorph fluids that continued to numb and relax him despite his ordeal.

The drone gave a calm hiss that was less intimidating. She reached her hands down, causing Taylor to flinch slightly as he saw them approach his face. He then relaxed as the hands caressed his face as her mouth seemed to give what could be perceived as a grateful smile through her wicked teeth.

The drone disengaged herself, unlatching her thighs from Taylor's face and moving off to the side. This gave him a clear view to finally see what was happening lower down. His eyes widened as there, where a large hole was shredded in his pants, the alpha female xenomorph was straddling his pulsing erection.

Taylor clenched his teeth as warm trickles of her love juice dripped from her vent to warm his cock, causing it to also twitch on impulse. He shuddered at the sight and realization that a xenomorph female was about to mount him. He clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into the cold ground beneath him as he felt the thick wet head of his meat press against her hot black cuntlips.

"Wait...c-, ah, can we talk about this?!" Taylor muttered and he struggled to break his cock's alignment with the xenomorph's sweltering fuckhole. He felt guilty about this; not only because it was happening to him nonconsensually, but also because his thoughts dwelled on Alicia.

The lead female drone stopped lowering her hips momentarily. She hissed through her fiendish maw of teeth, cocking her head at him with a knowing glance that seemed to tempt to him, "Just forget about that human woman and enjoy this."

Whether or not Taylor conscious mind had grown accustomed to what was about to happen to him didn't seem to matter to the xenomorph. With no more hesitation, she tightly gripped Taylor's thighs, snaking her tail back behind her, and dropped herself down at full force.

Taylor grunted and the xenomorph's screech reverberated through the cavern as her moist pussy was impaled on the human marine's exposed cock. Upon the first few inches forcing up inside her, more juices leaked out from her alien sex, oozing down the length of his cock. He couldn't deny that this was one of the oddest, and more pleasurable sensations that his cock had ever been smothered in.

"Christ, it's fuckin tight," he groaned, slamming his eyes shut as he felt the constricting walls of the xeno's twat wrap so tightly around his cock. He felt like his cock had just been pushed inside a teenaged human virgin.

The xenomorph slid herself down more, sliding more of his hard meat inch by inch into her silky wet passage. Taylor continued to grit his teeth from how snug the fit was; almost to the point that it hurt. Luckily, there was no issue in her taking the rest of his shaft into her pussy thanks to the clear lubrication and her cunt's elasticity.

Taylor's eyes rolled back into his head as the xeno's constricting inner walls squeezed his cock's length, trapping and confining it within her pussy snugly. No thrusting movements were being made and he already felt her inner chasm milking his cock in pulses. The xenomorph seemed to take equal pleasure in having her fuckhole stuffed with the human's shaft, hissing her delight as she rocked her hips. The female drone then made a smooth ascent; Taylor's cock rubbing and being rubbed by her tight moist cavern as it went.

Almost simultaneously as the drone was rising from his cock for another downward thrust, the two xenomorphs restraining Taylor by the arms were now making use of vacant parts of his body to get their own relief. One by one, they gripped a hold of Taylor's hands and stiffened his fingers out. They then both pressed themselves down against his hands, taking two of his fingers of each hand into their moist twats. Taylor retracted his gaze from the sight of the lead xeno gyrating and rocking herself atop his cock to see her cohorts using his fingers like small dildos, thrusting them in and out of their pussies with wet squelches.

As if this wasn't enough, the fourth and final female xenomorph approached Taylor's head. She grinned through her maw whilst thrusting two of her black bony fingers in and out of her seething black cunthole. Some of her juices dripped onto Taylor's chin and cheeks as she straddled his face, following the previous xeno's example. As she pressed her lips down to Taylor's lips (or more specifically, his tongue), he realized that he had the responsibility to bringing another lusty xenomorph female to orgasm with his mouth.

Knowing he had no say in the matter, Taylor opened his mouth and snaked his tongue out to prepare for it to delve into a moist, sweet honeypot. The xenomorph seemed to appreciate his cooperation and responded by not being as rough or forceful as the last one, instead, she gently, slowly, lowered her dripping snatch down onto his tongue to let him delve into her pleasure center at his own pace.

Meanwhile, the lead drone was now screeching rather audibly as she dropped herself fully back down onto Taylor's cock, causing a shudder to run through Taylor which in effect stimulated the three other xenos more with his tongue and fingers. Her pussy milked and squeezed his cock in ripples as she stroked his member in and out of her. Her tightness and his size brought tingle and explosions of pleasure to both of their loins. The xenomorph's cunt juiced up even more, causing quicker instrokes and more pleasured slides on Taylor's part.

Hesitation because of their captive being a different species didn't matter to the lead drone. The human's equipment was much more than satisfactory to get the job done and her female parts were naturally tighter. Therefore, both parties including the female xenomorph enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock driving in and out of her needy mating hole, bringing her the sexual satisfaction that her heat required of her.

The drone began to quicken her pace, riding the human marine by rocking her hips up and down quickly. Both she and Taylor vocalized their pleasure as his slickened fuckstick plundered and slid in and out, in and out of her moist repository over and over. And because her clit was more internal than a human woman's, this only increased her pleasure drastically as his cock bumped the pleasure nub with each and every pass.

Taylor struggled to thrust his hips up into the tight, hot channel that continuously milked his cock. This was difficult however with three other black, skeleton-like alien females riding his fingers and face as well. He slurped away into the slit above him, drove two fingers of each hand into two slick orifices, and felt his cock being sucked in and out of a tight pussy.

Only a short time ago, Taylor never would have guessed that every limb of his body would be at one point used for the sole purpose of bringing pleasure to a group of horny, monstrous aliens. And yet here he was; spread eagle, laying down on a cold floor with four hideous xenomorphs fucking their holes onto every part of him that he had to offer.

Taylor's lusty mind was brought back to reality amid the orgy by the lead female drone's pussy suddenly clamping down and squeezing his cock tightly like a vice. Likewise, she began to screech louder and increased her bounces, smacking her black chitinous thighs harder against him as she drove his cock in and out of herself harder. She let out garbled pants every time the thick head of his cock brushed her inner clit.

Realizing that she was on the verge of cumming and so was he, Taylor thrust up into her harder and faster as an almost endless stream of her clear cum soaked his manhood. As his balls tightened to release a large, built-up load, he drove onward toward the inevitable finish...one that he hoped they would not steal from him for the twentieth time.

Taylor grimaced with exertion into the pussy that his tongue was diving into as he felt his cock pleasured and milked beyond belief. Within that next instant, he shuddered with spine-tingling fear as the drone riding his cock let out the loudest ear-piercing screech yet. Simultaneously, an insurmountable floor of hot juices soaked his cock while the walls of her pussy pinched his member so tightly with every last downstroke that Taylor would certainly not have the willpower to hold back his flood of spunk to be released.

The stimulation of the drone leader's cunt clasping, milking, rubbing and soaking his human cock was too much. With a muffled cry into the xeno's pussy above him, his gave a last thrust that the speared his cock deep into her pussy. His balls tightened and then the angry rush of a dozen withheld orgasms came spewing up his cock like a fountain.

He groaned and yelled as his cock spurted white streams of his built-up cum concoction into the drone leader's sweltering pussy. Her tremendous orgasm persisted through it as she welcomed the rush of hot human seed into her cunt by clenching her pussy muscles even tighter to milk it for every last drop in spurts.

The three other xenos responded to both of the other partners orgasming by riding his fingers and tongue harder. With Taylor's salivating tongue slipping its way into her pussy and clit, the xeno riding his face was the next to reach orgasm in that next instant. She clenched down and smothered her needy pussy onto Taylor's exhausted, drenched face as a bucketload of clear secretions spilled into his mouth and face.

Finally, the group crashed down from simultaneous cums as all of the xenos fell tiredly upon the near-comatose human captive. Deep in the xeno leader's pussy, a trickling runoff of Taylor's semen dripped down her snatch to leak out of her pussy and soak Taylor's dungarees. If she had possessed a womb, it would have been filled to the brim with human seed. Since she didn't however, the only place it could go was sloshing out of her pussy and onto the cave floor.

Taylor came back to his senses after nearly blacking out. The orgasm that he'd just endured, especially after having been deprived of one so many times before that, had literally exhausted him. Somehow though, his cock still remained hard and for some reason hadn't gone flaccid and slipped out of the xenomorph's pussy yet. He would have thought that after expending enough cum to impregnate ten human women, his cock would have shrunk down in a heartbeat. He assumed then that maybe the aphrodisiac properties of their alien juices had to be the source of his continued vitality.

Finally, the xenomorph straddling his sloppy face moved off as the lead drone stood herself up from his cock. His still-hard shaft slipped its way from her confining cunt with a slurp that sent one final tingle through his loins. As she stood up onto her slender chitinous legs, more of his cum dripped out of her to leak onto the floor.

Taylor looked up with tired eyes to see that the drone leader propped herself back down onto her back and she beckoned one of the three cohorts over to her spread legs. The other inferior drone complied with a hiss, pouncing down enthusiastically between the leader's spread legs. Without hesitation, the other xeno female extended its second mouth out from her maw and thrust it like a cock into the leader's cum-soaked twat. The insatiable leader hissed in pleasure as the subordinate drone cleaned Taylor's cum out of her pussy. Taylor gulped, feeling strange arousal from watching the other xeno gulp down globs and globs of his cum from the other xenomorph's used cunt.

He looked up to see that the other two drones that had been riding his fingers now moved up to grip Taylor by the arms. He lacked the physical strength to even resist them right now and simply resigned himself to whatever they had planned for him. The two xenos hoisted him up by the arms and dragged him over to the other side of the large room, leaving the other two xenos to their pussy-cleaning business.

They dragged him over to the far wall on the other side of the wall and shoved him up against it. Taylor let them do what they wanted as he looked to the other side of the room, gulping as he saw the facehugger eggs. Then, working as a team, the two xenos began to cocoon him up against the wall; wrapping more of the chitinous material lining the wall around him so that he would be unable to escape.

When we was securely up against the wall with bindings covering his torso, hands and feet, the two xenos pulled back to observe with interest. Taylor glanced down at himself to see that they had intentionally withheld binding his head and groin. His erect cock, still shiny with a coating of warm xenomorph pussyjuice and dried cum, was sticking up shamelessly from the hole in his pants, bobbing in the air at the two drones as they hissed in delight to each other just from looking at it.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 03



The two drones slowly approached their confined captive with devilish toothy grins across their hideous maws. Taylor gulped as he realized why they'd given him liberal freedom to move his crotch and head.

Making use of their uncanny ability to scale walls, the two black drones pounced onto the walls on either side of Taylor. He winced as they clung quickly to the wall beside him, thinking that they were trying to tear him to pieces. When this didn't happen, he realized that the two drones were vertically positioning themselves over his face and groin respectively.

Since the two xenos hadn't satisfied their own needs through Taylor's fingers earlier, they were now going to take the time to do so with their restrained human captive. With him standing upright in his cocoon, and with the two drones straddling him by clinging to the wall, they were both only one drive away from smothering their dripping pussies onto Taylor's mouth and erect cock.

Taylor rolled his eyes from the unimaginable circumstances. He had assumed that they were now going to just cocoon him and leave him for the facehuggers to put an embryo in him and kill him subsequently. When he saw that they hadn't yet placed an egg before him, he realized that they first intended to fuck him to the point that he would be in a husk-like state. THEN, and only then, they would leave him for the facehuggers.

A warm, wet and tight orifice slid itself down onto his member, causing him to clench his teeth and moan loudly. His further vocalization was muffled by another dripping black set of lips pressing into his mouth, seeking stimulation from his lips and tongue.

As the two needy xenomorph females began to hiss while humping themselves against him, Taylor thought about his current captivity. Given the present circumstances, he could tell that the xeno females were in no hurry to let the facehuggers have at him. And quite frankly, as he felt his cock being milked yet again...neither was he.

"One hell of a way to die..." Taylor thought bitter-sweetly as the xenomorph's pleasured screeches echoed through the cavern.


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On an end note, for those of you hoping for Alicia to get a good round of sexing from male xenomorphs, don't worry, I'm just getting started with the xenomorph fun; this was just preliminaries for what's to come. There's an even bigger xeno orgy coming up, involving both humans and male and female xenomorphs respectively. Maybe some facehuggers slipping their probes between Alicia's legs as well...

And, for a sneak preview, with Alicia now coming to try to rescue Taylor, what will happen when she runs low on ammo and has to resort to...other methods to fend off the xenos guarding the hive? *Snickers evilly*

Oh and P.S.- I realize that xenomorphs probably wouldn't have sex organs since they reproduce through the facehuggers and embryos. So please, don't call me out on the practical applications of xenomorph sex or anatomy. Only having the humans getting fucked by the facehuggers would be mucho boring after a while, dontcha think? So yes, I have female xenos with pussies and male xenos with dicks...DEAL WITH IT!



Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 04



Alicia carried herself warily through the black, chitinous corridors of the xenomorph hive with vigilance and caution. The blond-haired marine took deep, steady breaths as she passed through corridor after dark corridor. Her weapon was at the ready as her alert eyes scanned around for the skeleton-like, midnight black adversaries that inhabited the colony.

The steadfast woman glanced around herself as she walked through the caverns. What was once the Main Processing Reactor Station for the entire LV-374 colony had been crudely yet resourcefully converted into a dark labyrinth and breeding ground by the xenomorph aliens. Traces of human construction could be seen here and there as judging by the occasional stairwell or overhead "Emergency Exit" sign, but those details were greatly overshadowed by black, moist, resin-like material that coated much of the walls and original façade of the station.

What little ammo Alicia had left was tucked into a satchel and slung over her shoulder. Her pistol was pointed out in front of her as she used it and the equipped flashlight to scan the dark corridors to her front, left, and right. Her armed hand was steady despite how tired and weary she was as a result of the mission's endeavors. The corporal had had enough experience in combatting the xenomorphs thus far to know that lowering her guard down, especially whilst entering the xenomorph's hive, meant certain death or worse for her.

Alicia had much motivation to keep her going though, enough so that she wouldn't let the outwardly creepy, imposing appearance of the xenomorph hive scare her or shirk her away from her goal. Taylor. This man whom she'd always jokingly referred to as her "partner in crime" was, to the best of her knowledge, the only surviving human left on the colony besides her. This was also the man whom she'd always had intimate feelings for but had not professed them, save for that one moment several hours before when they were alone in the Admin building, about to share their first kiss together, before they had been interrupted. 

Just before he'd been snatched off by the xenomorphs and dragged into their lair, Taylor had told her to leave without him. She could not easily honor this request given their history together. In the past, he'd joked with her by calling her a "very stubborn woman" who could not be deterred away from a mission whenever she set her mind to something. She now found it ironic that this particular "stubborn" mission of hers was to rescue the very person who'd told her that in the first place.

At this point, she was willing to fight to the death against the entire xenomorph hive to have Taylor back at her side. She had nothing else to lose...save for him. 

Alicia wiped a sweat from her forehead, brushing a strand of short, blond hair from in front of her eye as she walked step by step through the decrepit halls of the former Reactor Station. Her footsteps gave an eerie echo with every pass, making her spine crawl with the mere tension of it. She began to also sweat a bit more as the temperature began to rise as she ventured deeper into the hive. She felt as if she was walking into the belly of the beast in that very moment.

She stepped forward past an open floorboard, but not before flashing her light down that hidden crevice to scan for xenomorphs or facehuggers. The flickering lit sign above herself indicated as "C Level" opened up into a short stairwell that went down one level. With a quick glance to the corridors at her left and right, Alicia grit her weapon and flashlight tightly before swiftly descending the stairwell before her.

Upon stepping out into the new passageway, the humidity in the atmosphere reached its apex as Alicia wiped her forehead of moisture again. Throughout the dark hall in front of her, there was not a sound, except for the idle trickle of moisture from the ceiling and Alicia's steady breathing and dexterous footsteps.

As Alicia spun to the right to gain a sense of her immediate surroundings, she came upon a grisly sight. She gasped aloud as she beheld a husk of a human corpse cocooned upon the black, chitinous wall. The man – once a colony technician – had his head slumped down and his mouth hung open. He was clearly dead as a testament to the gruesome hole upon his chest, where a xenomorph implanted inside his body had apparently burst out some time ago.

Alicia shook her head and turned away, sighing to herself. "Obviously I'm getting close," she whispered to herself. "I will find you before the same thing can happen to you, John. I promise."

Alicia took a few more steps down the hall, scanning her circumference for sudden threats as she went. She suddenly flinched and diverted her gun and flashlight in all directions across the corridor in front of her as a screech pierced the silence of the dark labyrinth. However, as quickly as the cry of a xenomorph was uttered, it quickly evaporated; the terrifying sound having deteriorated back into the idle pitter patter of dripping moisture once again.

The female marine's spine tingled and the hand holding the gun shook sporadically. As her trembling body took a few steps back whilst she still sought out the origin of the screeching noise, she froze as her back collided with something. She spun back around and her skin paled as she recognized a familiar face.

Perched up upon the wall before her was the body of her commanding officer, Lieutenant Kramer. The tall, mustached man was mounted upon the chitinous resin like a trophy, his skin slickened and pale. Like the colony technician that she'd seen moments before, Alicia noted grimly that Kramer's chest was opened and bloodied due to the nonconsensual birthing of a xenomorph that the man had been forced to endure.

Oddly enough, Alicia finally noted that Kramer didn't look all too terrified. Like the other human male corpse, he looked so exhausted that he was almost more of a husk than a man who had experienced an agonizing death. Alicia speculated that Kramer's relaxed facial expression had to have been attributed to something that the xenomorphs had done to him in his final moments to make his grim demise more...bearable. This was confounding to her because she would have never expected the xenomorphs to show any degree of mercy to their victims or those that they captured for breeding.

Alicia turned her gaze lower and her eyes widened at what she saw. A large hole was torn through the front of Kramer's breeches and his flaccid cock was shiny and slick with some kind of clear fluid.

Alicia shook her head, trying to make sense of what she had seen.

"Jesus, Kramer. What the hell did they do to you?" she asked softly, looking up into the dead face of her former comrade. 

Alicia nearly jumped out of her skin as another screech pierced the air, this one louder than the first. She glanced up at the sound of a subsequent hissing noise. Right above Kramer's hanging body, a black domed head stared back at her from out of a hole in the wall.

The single xenomorph lunged from his hiding place at Alicia. She grunted and jumped to the side to avoid the assailant's slash at the last moment. The xenomorph hissed, recovering from the jump to attack her again, brandishing its razor sharp tail. It charged again.

Alicia fired a barrage of rounds from her pistol as the xenomorph charged. The alien screeched in pain as the rounds pierced its dome head and body, splattering acidic blood across the ground. The xenomorph's body nearly fell on top of her as it died in mid-charge and Alicia had to roll away from the falling corpse to avoid being burned by the blood dripping down its body.

Alicia gave a sigh of relief as she reloaded her pistol. However, this was a short-lived reprieve because, like clockwork, more hisses and screeches began to erupt throughout the cavern in response to the cries of pain from the slain xenomorph.

Alicia scrambled to regain her footing and spun around to the noise with pistol in hand. Through the darkness, she could make out many black, crawling forms skittering toward her and she could see razor-tipped tails flailing as more xenomorphs converged on her location.

Though courageous and a good markswoman, Alicia knew when to retreat just as any other proficient soldier. She spun around and ran as fast as her slender legs could carry her down the adjacent corridor as the hisses and screeches got louder behind her.

Alicia dashed forward into what used to be a mess hall to seek sanctuary from the group of xenomorphs pursuing her. A ceiling board burst open in front of her as a xenomorph emerged in front of her to intercept her path. Alicia shrieked and fired another burst into this xenomorph in front of her before turning to run in another direction through the mess hall. She didn't stop running even as the shrieks of pain from the new xenomorph were emitted as the rounds had met their mark.

After exiting the mess hall and ending up in another network of resin-covered corridors, Alicia began to realize how hopeless her current strategy was. She realized that running and gunning through the xenomorph hive would only succeed in alerting the entire hive to her whereabouts, cause her to quickly run out of energy and ammo, and get her nowhere closer to finding Taylor.

"This shit isn't working," she concluded to herself. "They're going to catch up eventually. And I'm no good to Taylor dead, which is what's going to happen if I keep running around, stirring up the hornet's nest! What do I do?! Think, goddammit!"

As she ran, Alicia began to formulate a crazy yet potentially effective plan. Thinking back to Kramer's body, she came to the conclusion that the xenomorphs would prefer to take her alive rather than dead so that she may be used as another host for more embryos. What she knew about the xenomorphs indicated that their primary instinct and means of existence lied in reproducing for the sake of the hive. If she could somehow exploit this to her advantage, then the xenomorphs would have to take her alive and bring her to where they were currently holding Taylor...or so she was hoping at least. If that worked, then she could worry about freeing him and escaping later on.

Alicia stopped in her tracks as she suddenly came upon a dead end. She stood in a small room at the end of the corridor that she'd been scrambling down to avoid the pursuing xenomorphs. She spun around, taking a deep breath of resignation while preparing to launch her plan into action.

Four black, skeleton-like forms trotted toward her on all fours. The room that she was in contained a single dim, flickering light above her which illuminated the four alien forms as they emerged before her. The four xenomorphs blocked her one way out of the room and her chance of escape, hissing evilly through their vast array of teeth and clenching and unclenching their inner jaws in a hostile expression at her. Clearly they weren't pleased with her dispatching several of their fellow brood members earlier.

Alicia noted that the lead xenomorph appeared to be larger than the other three and with a more pronounced black dome upon its head. She deduced that this was a Praetorian – one of the vanguards of the xenomorph hive and among the stronger members of the species. Vicious trickles of saliva dripped from the Praetorian's maw as it hissed, approaching her with barbed tail raised to strike. The other three xenomorphs stayed back, looking at her menacingly while lying in wait in the event that Alicia tried to make for the door. 

Alicia let out a deep breath as the Praetorian xenomorph moved toward her.

"This is fucking nuts," she whispered to herself, feeling her cheeks flush. "But it's now or never."

Alicia gave a silent prayer that the xenomorphs would take the bait and that what she was about to do would translate to these creatures the way she wanted it to.

Before the lead xenomorph could come any closer, Alicia suddenly tossed her pistol to the side and unslung her satchel from her shoulder, letting it fall to the ground behind her.

The Praetorian and the subordinate xenomorphs stopped their movements toward her. They hissed passively but still kept their tails poised to attack if need be. They looked at her with curiosity as she disarmed and dropped her belongings in a deliberately vulnerable manner.

Alicia took a deep breath to calm her nerves as her shaky fingers went to her marine uniform. And then, as much as her conscious mind screamed at the craziness of it, she began to unbutton her uniform. When it was completely unbuttoned, she slowly drew it off of herself and tossed it to the side.

The four xenomorph onlookers cocked their heads at her and glanced at each other respectively, hissing in bafflement at the human female's peculiar actions. They turned back to her to keep watching as their tails swayed steadily behind them with their curiosity, almost like a puppy dog's would.

Alicia prepared to surrender the next piece of her dignity and clothing as her fingers eased their way up to the button and zipper of her pants. She was dreading the next phase of her preposterous infiltration scheme but pushed that off to the back of her mind for now as she began to loosen her pants, drawing them down her lithe, toned legs and revealing the panties underneath. When she was done, she kicked those into the pile along with her uniform and other items.

Alicia stood before the group of xenomorphs in nothing but her tank top, panties and boots. The blond-haired marine began to sweat, and not just from the humidity this time but more out of fear and anticipation. But, nevertheless, she pressed on, hoping to get through to these creatures.

She sat herself on the ground while their eyeless gazes were all fixed upon her. She spread her smooth, silky legs out before her in a deliberately shameless and open posture. Shakily, her hands moved up to her tank top as she drew it up her chest, bunching it up and exposing her athletic bra and breasts underneath. With her tank top bunched up, she reached behind herself and unclipped the bra while biting her lip, while the four black dome heads watched her actions with inhuman patience.

Her bra loosened off of her and she threw it too into the pile with the rest of the clothing. Her perky, supple, creamy-smooth breasts were revealed for the four aliens to view unobstructed. She thought that faintly heard a sharp hiss emitted from one or two of the xenomorphs, but she didn't know if that was an indication of anything in particular.

Below her exposed breasts, past her smooth belly and between her legs, Alicia's fingers trailed down to the band of her panties. She hesitated for a moment, remembering why she was doing this by thinking about Taylor, before her fingers plucked her panties off to the side. Gradually, her slit and the pink lips of her pussy were revealed as she pushed her panties off to the side.

The Praetorian xenomorph hissed and saliva dripped from its wide, gleaming mouth with intrigue as Alicia exposed her most feminine treasure to him and his fellow brood warriors. It lowered itself down onto all fours so that it could watch the curious female human more closely as the other three did likewise.

Alicia, doing her best to ignore the devious stares she received from her xeno onlookers, closed her eyes and she unraveled the next part of her plan. Her fingers, moving past the pulled-off panties, brushed across the silky pink petals of her pussy. Her fingers plucked apart the pink lips of her labia, showing off her feminine glory openly and in a way that would surely entice and provoke a response from a human male. Meanwhile, her fingers traced a delicate, sensuous circle about her smooth, flat belly.

Though not particularly aroused while performing these lewd, peculiar actions before these xenomorphs, Alicia was hoping that revealing herself in such a surrendering and uninhibited manner would translate to them that she was allowing herself to be taken as a host for their facehuggers. Seeing as how there was an obvious communication barrier between their species, the only way that she knew how to appeal to their asexual reproductive instincts was by opening herself in a manner that suggested sexual reproduction.

She supposed and hoped that although these creatures couldn't possibly reproduce or mate the way humans did, her openness and exposure of her femininity and fertility would provoke the response that she was hoping for.

Alicia opened her eyes and retracted her fingers slightly. The four xenomorphs were still watching her calmly and were not making any move to seize her and bring her deeper into their lair like she wanted.

"They aren't taking the hint, but at least they haven't decided to kill me yet. Maybe they need more motivation to get moving," she mused.

Alicia again lowered her hand down, running her fingers across her lips again, letting out an unconscious sigh as she did. The fingers of her other hand reached up to grope at her right breast whilst pinching at the gradually hardening pert nipple there. Though she wasn't doing this for the sake of personal gratification or pleasure, she unconsciously let her mind again drift to lewd thoughts that fueled her arousal.

Last time, when she had sought solitary pleasure earlier that day in the security station, she had thought of Taylor naked in the shower room. This time, however, she took that fantasy a step further as she imagined herself giving Taylor a blowjob in the shower room. She imagined the stunned look on his face as she grabbed him firmly by the buttocks just as he'd been soaping his muscled body up. Before he could question her, she pressed him up against the wall aggressively, dropping down onto her knees beneath the raining water, and took his thick, veiny cock into her mouth unceremoniously. She twirled her tongue around the thick mushroom head, staring up into his face through her blond hair with fluttering eyelids as she began to bob her head to the tandem of "Ugh...Corporal," being moaned by a pleasured Taylor.

This wild fantasy was working her up much quicker than expected and she found herself rubbing her pussy with more vigor than expected whilst she twiddled her stiffening nipples. She began to forget about her plan and even the fact that four xenomorphs were watching with fixed gazes and undivided attention at what she was doing. The pleasure and warmth spreading through her body combined with the slickness between her fingers as she rubbed her pussy was so sudden at first that she didn't even realize that it was there.

But the xenomorphs watching her, being creatures who thrived off of detecting pheromones, were certainly not blind to this change. The Praetorian xenomorph hissed and clawed idly at the ground as he cocked his head at the human female. He picked up the change in the female's body heat and smelled her raging hormones with precision. This, combined with the enticing display of the female rubbing her sexual parts and driving her fingers in and out of her pussy was bringing about an instinctive urge in both the Praetorian and his subordinates.

Unbeknownst to Alicia, her display was having an effect upon the xenomorphs, but it was not the one that she would be expecting. Already, the Praetorian hissed, clenching at the ground as it felt a certain part of itself began to extend outward to its full extremity, extending longer and longer between its long black, bony legs. The three xenomorph warriors behind him were undergoing the same thing as they too grew anxious and erratic as they beheld the human female stimulating herself and emitting intoxicating pheromones that caused certain male parts of themselves to grow hard and erect.

Finally, the atmosphere became too much for the Praetorian to handle and he found that he would not merely stand by and watch the captivating display from the female any longer.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 04



Alicia, who'd suddenly been so wrapped up in her own fantasy and a growing pleasure in her loins that she didn't hear the soft clicking of claws as something moved toward her. She stopped rubbing her wet pussy and slowly opened her eyes.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as the Praetorian xenomorph was now standing so close to her that his shiny black dome head was only inches away from her face. She was initially fearful, thinking that perhaps the xenomorph now intended to attack her like before, though she deduced that it seemed unlikely since he didn't seem to be in a hostile pose; his teeth and inner jaws were not poised to strike nor was his tail.

Within that next instant, what truly caught her off guard and stunned her was what she then noticed between the xenomorph's legs. There, practically staring right back at her viciously, was a long, throbbing penis, dripping clear precum as it twitched with excitement. Like the rest of the xenomorph, it was midnight black and shiny and with a perfectly smooth texture, almost like that of the surface of the xenomorph's dome head. While it wasn't extraordinarily thick, it was certainly long by a considerable margin and it certainly looked lively and throbbing like that of a sexual organ belonging any other humanoid male.

Alicia was speechless with shock as it suddenly sank in that her earlier assumption of xenomorphs not possessing a means of sexual arousal now appeared to be false. She gulped as it occurred to her that she'd stupidly gotten herself deep into even more trouble through her supposed "plan" to be intentionally taken prisoner. Now, she found herself not only surrounded by four deadly xenomorphs, but four horny xenomorphs who were staring at the only viable female with a perfectly good pussy in sight.

The Praetorian hissed, standing over her, eyeing her athletic and toned body up and down. Alicia's breath caught in her throat and she regained control of herself enough to close her legs and break eye (or eyeless) contact with the xenomorph.

"Look erm...sorry for leading you on and everything, pal, but..." Alicia began, taking the opportunity to try to squirm away out from beneath him.

Big mistake on her part.

The Praetorian immediately hissed aggressively, seizing a hold of her shoulders in a firm grip with his bony hands while he snapped his inner jaws at her. She averted her gaze, squealing as she believed for a second that her life had just been ended. When she realized that she wasn't dead, she turned back to the xenomorph and squinted through one eye. The xenomorph's inner mouth was merely a hair's length away from her right temple. She'd been lucky; another inch and that durable inner mouth would have penetrated her skull and splattered her brains all over the wall.

She shivered under his grasp as super-hot saliva dripped from the xenomorph's mouth and onto her bare skin and exposed breasts. His claws were out, lightly poking into her skin but not enough to cause injury or wound but rather to make her aware that they were there in the event that she tried to squirm out of his grasp again. When it looked as if she wasn't going to make for an escape again, the Praetorian retracted his inner mouth back into his jaws and again stared at her. Then, the Praetorian turned its head and made a hissing and clicking noise to his surrounding cohorts. They approached the human female, surrounding her from all sides along with their leader.

Alicia sighed, being thankful for still having life as she was given renewed hope that she might live to still rescue Taylor. As she stared at the four deadly male creatures surrounding her, all sporting long, virile erections, she realized that she couldn't escape at this point, especially after the performance that she'd just put on for them. And seeing as how they weren't going to tolerate her cockteasing for much longer and would likely put those long, thick alien erections to good use very soon, she accepted that she would just have to endure whatever they planned on doing to her. Though this wasn't exactly what she had in mind originally, she decided that she should stay the course and then maybe, just maybe, her plan would still work later on and these xenomorphs would take her to where they were holding Taylor.

Alicia watched as the Praetorian made another communication to his subordinates. They hissed in response and stepped up to Alicia. She flinched slightly, but a light prick from the Praetorian's claws on her shoulders put those flinches to an instant end. The three other xenomorphs took a firm yet liberal hold of her arms, clearly to restrain her for whatever their leader intended to do but also giving their human female captive some wiggle room for comfort's sake.

When the order was carried out, the Praetorian looked back into Alicia's face, seeming to almost grin with malicious intent. Alicia gulped from the expression and watched with some fear and curiosity as the Praetorian lowered itself down her body, bringing its head between her legs. His black bony hands gently glided up her silky smooth legs and up to her thighs in what was almost a tickling motion. Alicia, perplexed at this behavior, resisted the urge to sigh at the sensation it caused.

The Praetorian gently spread her legs apart, opening her up to him and whatever he intended. Alicia bit her lip even as the other three still watched her, reading her facial expressions with wide grins upon their fiendish maws of teeth.

"Wait-, c- can we talk about this a bit? I'm not really a first date kinda girl," Alicia babbled. She was still struggling slightly, but a more firm grip from the xenomorphs sitting at her left and right put those to a halt as well.

If the Praetorian could somehow understand her, he certainly didn't seem to care due to what he was currently staring at. From his position, he was given a close-up view of Alicia's beautiful pink orifice. Her pussy lips were wet with a slight glaze from Alicia's early self-stimulations and were slightly more pronounced and swollen. The alien male hissed with delight and his long cock throbbed from gazing at Alicia's aroused yet tender reproductive hole.

With the instinctive urge flowing through him and Alicia's pheromones still very much present, the Praetorian inched his head closer to her tight pussy. His hands smoothed her legs out, running sensually up and down their lithe lengths as he spread her completely open to him. He then opened his mouth, dripping strands of saliva onto to her thighs, as his smaller inner mouth slowly approached her pussy like a worm about to borrow into a hole.

Alicia watched the xenomorph's inner jaws slowly approach her deepest of places with wide eyes. She was compelled by some manner of her dignity to resist again, but another part of her was curious as to what was about to happen. She also couldn't put her finger on why she felt even more of a warm, dizzy sensation running through her loins near where the xenomorph had dripped a liberal amount of hot saliva near her pussy and over her thighs and pelvis. She should have been more appalled at the fact that was opened up and probably soon to be fucked by these terrifying monsters, but she actually wasn't dreading the prospect as much as she normally would.

She was so busy trying to reconcile this bizarre array of feelings that she was caught completely unaware as the Praetorian xenomorph's inner mouth completely extended out from his jaws and gently delved right past her silky, wet pussy lips with a slight squelch.

"Oh fuck," Alicia moaned, bucking her pelvis upward instinctively toward the xenomorph as his inner mouth penetrated her pussy.  

The Praetorian took an instant liking to the taste of Alicia's feminine juices as he ravenously began to drink them in. He burrowed his inner mouth deeply into her wet snatch while his bony black hands stroked her thighs. He had little care for anything else in that moment as he gurgled and hissed as his inner mouth, like a cock, began to piston in and out, filling her pink orifice with warm strands of saliva as he drank in her juices and savored the sweet aroma of her pheromones.

Alicia was dazzled by the sublime feeling, so much so that she instantly forgot that she was technically a captive in this situation. What the xenomorph was doing with his inner mouth was working constant pleasure upon her pussy and gave her an oral sex experience that she couldn't possibly sample with any non-xenomorph male. The xenomorph's mouth was driving in and out of her and giving her the feeling of being fucked by a cock, but also with the added pleasure of filling her sweet pussy with warm saliva that both provided lubrication for his mouth to enter and exit her pussy easily, but also provide a tingling pleasure to her loins. She swayed and bucked her pelvis up toward the xenomorph's mouth uninhibitedly now, giving in to the magic that he was bestowing upon her.

While the Praetorian xenomorph continued to fuck her pussy gently with his inner mouth, drinking in her juices while adding his own warm, numbing lubrication to her honey hole, the other xenomorphs took it upon themselves to join in as well. Alicia was chewing on her lip, moaning and panting softly, not even realizing that the two xenomorphs to her left and right were lowering their heads down toward her.

The xenomorphs' eyeless heads stared intently at the human female's nubile, sweat-glistened body. More specifically, they were captivated by two objects in particular: her breasts. Though the Praetorian xenomorph was currently occupied with the most desirable of female body parts, these two xenomorphs were feasting their gazes on the next best thing. They hissed softly at the pleasing sight, captivated by these two beautiful mammaries that the females of their own species did not possess.

Alicia's pert, pink nipples were hard as erasers under the constant pleasure being bestowed upon her by the Praetorian's vigorous mouth on her pussy. Like two bull's-eyes, the erect nipples stood out upon the two soft yet firm mounds of supple flesh. Though the two watchful xenomorphs could not understand or speculate as to the purpose of these two intriguing physical features of human femininity, they had an unnatural, animalistic desire to touch and feel them for themselves nonetheless. Acting in unison, the two xenomorphs reached their nimble fingers out and nonchalantly gave a squeeze to each of her firm breasts.

Alicia's eyes burst open amid the slurping and smacking noises still being emitted by the Praetorian washing her pussy in carnal oral love, driving his mouth in and out of her void. She glanced at the two xenomorphs hovering over her on her left and right as they had taken it upon themselves to give gentle squeezes to her breasts. Somehow, despite their inexperience with this particular part of human anatomy, they seemed keen enough in their experimentation not to squeeze too hard and cause her discomfort.

With their curiosity over the breasts themselves sated, the xenomorphs became equally entranced by her rapidly-hardening nipples. The pink little fruits were begging for their attention and they were happy to oblige. Again together, the two xenomorphs reached their fingers down and ever so gently took the hard nubs between two fingertips each, squeezing them lightly.

Alicia arched her back from the pleasure and brief twinge of exquisite pain that radiated in her sensitive nipples from the xenomorphs' stimulations. She was amazed that these alien creatures, whom she'd been hell bent on killing less than an hour before, were facilitating pleasure from her body so easily. The two xenomorphs tweaking her nipples were equally pleased by her reactions and continued their stimulations, delighting in the noises that the human female made while they and their leader worked her breasts and pussy.

The fourth xenomorph – the only one in the group without female goodies to finger or stroke – merely sat near Alicia's head. He idly ran his black fingers through Alicia's blond hair while watching the other three pleasure her with their physical experimentations. While running his fingers through the silky blond locks, he inadvertently pulled the knot of her pony tail loose, allowing her hair to flow freely over her shoulders and toward her bunched-up tank top.

Meanwhile the Praetorian xenomorph, while continuing his oral assault upon Alicia's pussy and enjoying her spasms and moans, made another discovery. Though he hadn't seen it before, he was now fully aware of a pink little nub located at the apex of her pink pussy and between her silky folds. Her pronounced clit was peeking out and beckoning to be nursed on by his eager alien mouth.

Simultaneously, the two xenomorphs working her breasts upped their efforts by lowering their heads down toward the erect nipples. They opened their mouths in unison, allowing trickles of warm saliva to trickle out and bath her breasts and skin as their inner mouth unsheathed themselves from their jaws and reached out to take little nibbles of the nubs. Ironically, the two male creatures had no instinctual knowledge of the fact that these two breasts were to be used for the sole purpose of being suckled upon by young for milk and they were merely doing so out of their own animal-like curiosity and desire to explore female human sexuality in great length.

All of this culminated in three vigorous xenomorph mouths simultaneously lowering down and giving soft nibbles onto the three pleasure nubs on her body at the same time. Alicia's shriek pierced the cavern and her body spasmed as she immediately had an orgasm. Having three xenomorph mouths giving precise, delicate bites upon her stiff nipples and sensitive clit was more than she could handle, especially after having to endure many minutes of vigorous pussyeating prior.

She clenched at the ground as her sweet pussy layered the Praetorian's mouth with juices, which he drank down with fervor. Throughout her intense orgasm, the three xenomorphs continued to work in conjunction to facilitate as much pleasure from her body by pinching and nibbling her nipples while the Praetorian nursed her clit, bathing it in abundant saliva and giving it just the right amount of tender stimulation with the little teeth of his inner mouth.

Alicia came down after cumming so hard, sighing as she laid her head back down and closed her eyes. A soft smile crept across her lips as she momentarily forgot where she was or why she was even there and all thoughts of her plan melded away briefly. Shortly thereafter, she faintly felt the three xenomorphs finally retract their mouths and fingers from her tender, spent body. 

After a few moments of bathing in the sweet afterglow of such a hard orgasm, she opened her eyes as she felt some warm fluid pooling up near her waist and felt a slight trickle onto her bellybutton as well. She was shaken back to her current situation as she was faced with an array of throbbing pitch-black alien cocks surrounding her from all sides, drooling clear precum fluid from their heads.

The xenomorphs at her left and right nudged their thick mushroom-capped pricks at her breasts, drizzling precum glaze upon her erect nipples. Though she couldn't see the other xenomorph positioned behind her, she could almost detect the hard cock of the fourth xenomorph from out of her peripheral vision as she felt some precum drizzle into her blond hair from behind. She heard the slurpy noises that were emitted as that xenomorph was clearly stroking at its cock while hissing.

Finally, the Praetorian xenomorph, having the longest and thickest cock of the bunch, had Alicia's smooth legs still spread apart as he stroked that large prick right near her sopping wet pussy, drizzling his own precum treat onto her pelvis in thick dollops. He cocked his dome head at her and gave a hiss and what appeared to be a wide grin across his array of teeth at her, signaling his impending devious actions.

Alicia knew what was coming next the moment she felt the thick, bulbous black head nudging gently against her pussy lips, trickling more warm fluid and lubrication into her hole in the process. Seeing now that this hard pounding was an inevitable occurrence that was bound to happen given what she'd already engaged in thus far, she sighed in resignation, allowing the Praetorian to gently spread her legs apart and position his bony body between her heavenly thighs with his cock just one thrust away from silky, tight paradise.

Alicia's body tightened up instinctively and she let out a soft moan the moment she felt the xenomorph's long cock begin its exquisite penetration into her tight pink pussy while he gently held her hips in place. Surprisingly, the Praetorian xenomorph did not begin slamming away, rutting into her like an animal like she thought he would. Instead, he was taking his time, slowly sinking inch by delicate inch of his black xenomorph expanse into her pussy whilst allowing his abundant flow of hot precum to fill her channel, allowing him to slide in for that next push. Whatever his reason for doing so, Alicia was immediately thankful that the xenomorph was showing her this mercy and unusual gentleness.

Alicia and the other three xenomorphs watched with intrigue as the Praetorian fed over half of his cock's length into Alicia's pussy. She gasped, feeling the length filling her tight core as her walls clenched around the hard, warm alien fuckstick pulsing inside of her. The precum that was seeping into her pussy toward her cervix was setting her loins on fire, making her entire body feel warm and giving it an unnatural craving for the carnal mating that was about to unfold. Whatever the clear-minded Corporal would have thought under normal circumstances was irrelevant in that moment; she needed a hard fucking, regardless of whether or not it was a xenomorph giving it to her.

Sensing this need and being more than happy to oblige it, the Praetorian xenomorph hissed and drew his cock out before slamming it right back in as his bony hips smacked against her smooth, fleshy ones. Alicia cried out in pleasure and a slight bit of pain as the xenomorph now began to slide in and out of her soaking wet, hot pussy. With gentleness aside now that she had initially accommodated his length, the xenomorph now began to pummel her, working her pussy with his long cock and mating her with the pace of an animal. The xenomorph shrieked and hissed as he fucked the human female hard, slapping his spiny tail against the ground behind him with every deep thrust and retreat as he glided in and out of the tight, dreamy hole before him.

As Alicia's body was jolted back and forth from the rapid fucking that the Praetorian was blissing her with, she became aware of a black mass suddenly hovering over her. She realized that the xenomorph behind her had grown tired of waiting to put his own needs to use and now sought to join in. A long, pulsing black cock was hovering right in front of her face as the xenomorph straddled it. The member trickled out a little stream of precum onto her neck and bunched-up tank top as the bulbous head was merely an inch away from her gasping mouth.

She realized that the xenomorph above her seemed to be waiting for something, as if asking for her permission to receive the blowjob that he so craved from her. Any early hesitations were long gone at this point, and, after the pleasure that these xenomorphs had given her, she was certainly satisfied with returning pleasures to them. Alicia smiled up at the alien male and opened her mouth, displaying her tongue like a landing platform for his shaft to glide onto.

Taking that as invitation enough, the xenomorph entangled his fingers smoothly into her blond hair and gently pushed his hips forward, sliding his long black cock into her mouth. He hissed in pleasure as he felt the human female's hot tongue coil around his hard rod, lapping at the cockhead and running in a smooth path along the underside of his shaft. Immediately, the xenomorph was ecstatic at the sensation as he began to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the human female's salivating mouth, though not enough to cut off her air supply by forcing it into her throat just yet.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 04



Alicia gurgled and made lewd slurping noises as she was fucked from both ends. The Praetorian's heavy thrusting into her slippery tight pussy was still sending tingles of pleasure through her loins and rocking her body up and down while the other xenomorph was giving gentle thrusts into her mouth. She breathed through her nose and worked her tongue along as much as of the long black xenomorph rod that he offered her, coiling around the sensitive head and licking up the surprisingly sweet precum there before taking the rest of the shaft into her hot mouth as well.

Meanwhile the other two xenomorphs now took it upon themselves to make use of as much of Alicia's body as they could possibly get to in order to stimulate themselves. One of the xenomorphs straddled her chest just below where his cohort was fucking Alicia's mouth sloppily. He reached down toward her crumpled tank top – an article of clothing already caked and stained with precum – and gave a quick tug with his claws, shredding it from her body and tossing it aside. Alicia was two occupied with the two cocks slurping in and out of her two holes for her to notice.

The xenomorph straddling her chest jerked his pulsing black shaft a few times, glancing down with its eyeless head at the captivated sight of his cock positioned just above the valley between her breasts. Whether instinct or conscious choice, the xenomorph saw a golden opportunity to put those two delightful orbs to ample use. He lowered his cock down between the two firm breasts, coating that tight little crevice between them with a trickle of precum, before he squeezed both of them together tightly around his cock. He hissed in pure delight at the cushiony, pleasurable sensation and immediately began to saw his alien cock in and out between the human's gorgeous breasts. 

Finally, the fourth xenomorph, not having anywhere to put his cock as of yet, merely took it upon himself to rock his hips gently against the side of her breasts, being content for the time being to merely have her warm, silky smooth body rubbing up against his precum-slickened erection. While the Praetorian was clearly enjoying himself the most by having Alicia's incredibly tight yet wet pussy milking his cock as he pumped in and out, the others were content to let their leader finish while they engaged in their own activities. They knew full well that they would all have their chance to mate the human female's body in various different ways soon enough.

Alicia by now had no inhibitions left as her body was fucked senseless in multiple ways at once. Her body at this point was merely a tool to be used by the xenomorphs to pleasure themselves while she was merely along for the ride. And what an enjoyable ride it was for her...

The xenomorph at her mouth was gently stroking her cheeks, allowing about half of his long prick to slide in and out of her mouth. By now, he began to push his shaft superficially into her throat but would retreat when she started to gag around it. Nonetheless, the feeling of her tongue washing over his sensitive thick head and suckling upon the first few inches of his hard cock was driving him into overload with pleasure.

The xenomorph straddled over her chest was equally enjoying the feeling of her tight, spongy breasts hugging his maleness tightly as he slid himself in and out between them. Whatever purpose those curious breasts had for human biology was irrelevant to the xenomorph; he found this activity to be use enough for those delightful breasts as far as he was concerned. As he pushed himself in and out, the thick head of his cock nudged Alicia's chin, getting it wet with ever-flowing precum where, just above that, the other xenomorph was busy getting sucked off by the not-so-reluctant female marine currently.

The third xenomorph continued to thrust his cock against Alicia's waist and breast while he reached down to pinch her nipples one after the other, feeling a shudder run through her sweaty body every time he did. He was otherwise content with the friction of her body rubbing against his as his cock spewed precum onto her belly where it all pooled up in her bellybutton. Though, he was instinctively getting anxious to slide his cock into one of the wonderful orifices that the human had to offer.

And of course, the Praetorian xenomorph was hissing, panting and clawing at the ground in pleasure as he fucked his thick pole in and out of her pink cunt. Alicia's legs had long since wrapped themselves around the xenomorph's back and tail in a tight, squeezing hug, though the Praetorian paid little mind to it as the silky walls of Alicia's pussy milking his cock was the only sensation he was concerned about in that moment.

The Praetorian found himself approaching orgasm rapidly and he began to increase his pace, fucking her harder and harder. Amid all the other noises in the room, the ones that were most punctuating were the slaps of his hips and the slurps of his soaked cock as he drove himself home, sliding his cock in up to her cervix before pulling out again for the next thrust. By this time, Alicia's pelvis and thighs were red and nearly raw from the rough pounding that he'd given her, but even then he would not relent. He was hell bent by instinct to reach his climax and fill up this sultry female with his entire payload of hot, milky xenomorph cum.

The Praetorian couldn't take the sensation of having Alicia's constricting, tight, silky walls rippling and milking along his shaft any more. The cum boiled up in his pulsing, midnight black balls in imminent preparation to be released.

All heads, including Alicia's dazed one, turned to the Praetorian as he punctuated his sudden climax with a loud shriek. Alicia's eyes became like saucers as the Praetorian launched himself as deep into her moist cavern as he could possibly burrow his alien cock and held himself there. She looked down past her spread thighs and actually saw the part of his cock still outside her pussy pulsing as the cum was undoubtedly rushing up his shaft to be deposited inside her womb.

She groaned and her body shook the moment she felt the first amazingly hot rope of frothy xenomorph cum coat the inside of her pussy. The xenomorph's cock, pressing up against the entrance to her baby chamber, twitched and pulsed like a lightning rod as an unnatural amount of semen gushed and spurted deep into the human female's depths. As stream after stream of his hot load spurted deep into her pussy, coating her womb in white batter, he began to thrust and pump his hips again, instinctively trying to ensure that his entire load painted the deepest parts of her pussy and filled her womb to the brim.

Alicia groaned and jerked her pelvis upward in pleasure and disbelief as she felt an unnatural warmth fill the deepest part of her. Her loins felt like they were on fire and her belly felt full like the feeling of having eaten a hot meal as she was pumped full of scalding xenomorph seed. Amid her breathtaking and inhumanly long insemination, she wondered briefly if there was any chance whatsoever that this would lead to a xenomorph hatchling growing inside her like the embryo of a facehugger. She hoped that the thick strands of the white hot batter filling her pussy were merely impotent and incapable of impregnating her due to the need for facehuggers to reproduce.

Before she could contemplate anymore, the Praetorian let out a long hiss of pure satisfaction as his climax came to an end. He collapsed atop her, resting his large black dome head atop her pelvis and belly, where, only just a few centimeters below, he'd filled her womb with a considerable amount of hot, milky seed. His cock was still nestled comfortably within her cum-soaked pussy as he gave a few last gentle thrusts to release the last drop or two of his semen into her core. His fingers tickled Alicia's sore thighs sensually in a motion that was surprisingly gentle and humanlike, not unlike what a human husband or lover might do in the glow of blissful aftersex.

While the others ceased their own stimulations and watched, the Praetorian regained his senses and rose up again. He eased back and slipped his semi-hard pole from Alicia's well-fucked pussy. As the thick black head popped out of her, a little river of white cum flowed out of her pussy and trickled onto the rough ground beneath her. Lastly, the Praetorian positioned his cockhead above her slightly-gaping pussy and squeezed the upper part of his cock, allowing one or two final strands of his cum to squeeze from the piss slit of his cock and drip right into Alicia's cum-coated inner channel. With that finished, the Praetorian rose to his feet and stepped back to watch the rest of the scene unfold.

The Praetorian hissed to his cohorts and the xenomorph who had been waiting to the side jumped between Alicia's spread legs to take his place. Meanwhile, the xenomorph above her resumed fucking her mouth as Alicia gulped and gurgled as she licked his rod dutifully again. This time, the xenomorph began to piston in and out of her mouth more ravenously, sliding into her throat and back out again. By now, she'd grown used to the oral assault and put her gag reflex to a halt enough to accept the thick cock a couple inches into her throat while she continued to wash the rest of his shaft with her tongue when he pushed in.

The xenomorph between her legs shoved his throbbing cock into Alicia's sloppy pussy without preparation or preamble, unlike how the Praetorian had gone about it before. Immediately he began fucking her hard and relentlessly, hissing and snapping his jaws in pleasure as he finally had his turn to mate the human female and sate his own animalistic lusts. He pounded her quickly and easily due to the added lubrication left behind by the Praetorian who filled Alicia's pussy with cum. The xenomorph also reached down and began to vigorously stroke and twiddle with Alicia's hard clit, sending dazzling sensations running through her already-frenzied loins.

The Praetorian fucking her mouth suddenly reached his climax, thrusting his cock straight down Alicia's throat as her eyes went wide and watery. The cum rushed up his shaft in rhythmic pulses before hot, liquidy seed spurted out, painting her throat as she was forced to gulp down every strand. As Alicia was willing herself to breathe through her nose during the act, her tongue inadvertently coiled about the thick cockhead, allowing her to catch every single sweet, milky strand of xeno cum that spilled out onto her tongue and down her throat.

When the xenomorph stopped cumming and gave her the last of his entire thick, white load of semen to ingest, he popped his cock from her mouth. The blond-haired marine panted and gasped as saliva dripped from her mouth and down her chin along with a few droplets of cum. Then, with nothing else to do with the reservoir of cum still sitting in her mouth, she leaned her head back and swallowed the hot load victoriously followed by a quick gulp of air. The xenomorph fell back, resting on his tail and haunches as his softening member continued to pulse and dribble droplets of cum as it glistened with Alicia's spit.

The xenomorph riding her chest and fucking between her tits erupted next. He threw his head back and let out an imposing cry of victory as he thrust up between her breasts one last time and shot out strands of cum. Alicia squinted and looked aside as the cum flew and spattered her cheek, chin and utterly soaked her luscious breasts. Like the Praetorian, the xenomorph continued to ride out nature's call by continuing to fuck between her tits, pressing the fleshy orbs even tighter around his pistoning cock as he shot out rope after rope over the beautiful Corporal's tits and face. When he was finished painting her sweaty, nude body with a coating of white, the xenomorph fell back raggedly like the other had moments before.

Alicia, despite having her sweet pussy currently worked up by another xenomorph cock, glanced down at herself amusedly, seeing just how messy her body was with the sheer amount of cum the vigorous alien males had coated it with.

"Dirty fuckin bugs," she snorted with amusement, reaching down to wipe a big glob of hot cum from her neck. She sucked the finger clean of the cum, coming to find the taste rather tolerable and almost pleasant. She immediately bit the finger right after to stifle a squeal as a particularly deep jab from the xenomorph pounding her pussy sent a pleasurable sensation through her sensitive cunt.

Just as the xenomorph was in the process of fucking the human female's pussy energetically to reach his own pent-up orgasm, something stopped him. He hissed in frustration as the larger and stronger Praetorian gripped the xenomorph by the tail and pulled him out of Alicia. She squealed from the abrupt retreat as the long cock was forcibly yanked from her soaking depths.

Alicia glared up at the Praetorian standing over her, meeting her gaze with his menacing, eyeless stare and toothy grin. She glanced down and her eyes widened at his newfound erection. His cock was once again at full mass and pulsing, ready to go for another round of mating after having been put out of commission for many moments while the other three had their turns with her. Alicia immediately gulped, realizing that she was not yet finished.

The Praetorian hissed and gripped Alicia by the arm, rolling her glistening, athletic body over onto her stomach. She dutifully allowed him to move her where he wanted, knowing full well that he was in charge here. His strong bony black hands then gripped her by the hips as she was completely lifted off of the ground and into the air like she weighed nothing as she squirmed slightly against him at that point.

"Hey...what the fuck?!" Alicia protested as she was lifted by the waist into the air from behind.

She felt the xenomorph's wisps of hot air as he inhaled and exhaled, indicating that his head was right near hers behind her. She then felt as her naked back pressed up against the Praetorian xenomorph's rough torso. His bony hands then shifted themselves from her waist to her buttocks as he cupped one delectable asscheek in each hand, giving them a squeeze while he still held her body in the air with ease.

As Alicia was held there by the powerful alien male for what seemed like an eternity, she felt more of the Praetorian's warm cum and some of her own feminine juices still trickling from her pussy and dripping to the floor. She glanced around at the other three xenomorphs and they seemed to almost be giving her grins as they cocked their heads up at her, as if they knew something that she didn't.

The female marine frowned, but then her eyes widened and her feelings shifted to protest and shock as she suddenly felt a hard, knobby object pressing against another entrance into her body: her anus.

"Hey, w-, wait...no, no, no, no!" she shouted behind her to the Praetorian who was holding her up in the air by her asscheeks, spreading her legs open and pressing his thick cockhead slowly into her tight, unlubricated asshole.

The Praetorian merely hissed as he snapped his inner jaws near her ears, dripping saliva all over her naked shoulder and backside. Alicia squirmed her hips slightly, trying to break the alignment with the long, thick xenomorph cock and her tight asshole. The Praetorian merely responded by gripping her by each firm buttock with more force and pressing his cockhead insistently up against the crinkled star.

But, thanks to the abundance of precum and her pussy juices still coating his cock, Alicia's tight little asshole yawned open and the Praetorian's black xenomorph cock popped into her anus in that next instant.

"Oww fuck!" Alicia hollered in pain and pleasure as her asshole was breached by hard alien cock.

She leaned her head back and bit her lip as she felt the walls of her rectum stretch to accommodate the xenomorph's length unexpectedly exploring her most sacred of inner regions. She rested her head back onto the Praetorian's shoulder, shivering against him as his cock sank inch by inch into her asshole. Like before, the Praetorian was taking his time, sinking an inch into her tight anal chasm and giving her a moment to get used to it before he proceeded, all the while he hissed his pleasure.

Finally, he stopped as he had fed a considerable portion of his long xenomorph cock into her ass. The crinkled hole quivered slightly around the black fuckstick jutting from between her spread-open asscheeks. But, for some reason, the Praetorian would not begin fucking her just yet. The anticipation and discomfort of being held up in the air in such a position for so long was immensely frustrating the human woman.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Just...god damnit, just do what you're going to do and then take me to your hive!" she babbled.

She turned her head back in front of her and realize why the Praetorian xenomorph was hesitating. At some point, he'd made a motion of his head to one of the other xenomorphs – the one who'd previously been fucking her and hadn't had the chance to cum. The xenomorph eagerly rose to his feet, approaching her with a throbbing, pulsing cock which almost looked angered at having been deprived of cumming earlier. As she and the other two spectator xenomorphs watched, the other xenomorph took up position between Alicia's spread legs as the Praetorian kept her asshole nicely impaled upon his cock.

The xenomorph gripped her by the knees and gently pushed her legs forward. Thanks to Alicia's flexible body, she didn't feel much discomfort when the xenomorph pushed her legs toward her to the point that her feet were now dangling right in front of her head. Her military-grade boots – her last remaining article of clothing – were right near her ears as she suddenly felt her body squeezed and sandwiched between two xenomorphs and, namely, their hard cocks.

The xenomorph in front of her slapped his thick cockhead against her seething, cum-soaked pussylips, causing her to sigh, before he shoved himself inside her quivering snatch. Alicia's eyes widened to their fullest extent when she was suddenly packed full of two hot, hard alien xenomorph cocks. She nearly passed out from the mere feeling of being stuffed as the second xenomorph penetrated her pussy again while the Praetorian's xenomorph's cock rested on the other side of a thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass.

Then, in unison, the two xenomorphs began to fuck both of her holes with vigorous enthusiasm. Her flexible, athletic body was sandwiched between those two fearsome male creatures holding her in the air between them while a cock pummeled in and out of her sopping pussy while simultaneously a thicker, larger xenomorph cock was working its way in and out of her asshole with deep, gradual glides.

"Holy shit, mother fuck-!" Alicia squealed as her body began to erupt in immense pleasure as her body was fucked beyond belief.

Unlike last time, she could not join in with her own thrusts as her body was blissfully worked by these cocks. Because of how she was so stiflingly squished between the two alien males to the point that her leg were dangling and bouncing in front of her face, she could only hold on and let herself be worked to another tremendous orgasm while they used her tight orifices for their own pleasure.

The two xenomorphs began to time their thrusts with each other. When the Praetorian buried his cock into the human's asshole, the other xenomorph would pull from her tight, pink cunt and likewise. Yet despite this, the two creatures were fucking and sliding their cocks in and out of her sexy body with amazing regularity, hissing and shrieking and flailing their tails in pleasure as they did.

Alicia was really getting into the double fucking by now as well. Despite her position, she did her best to roll her hips back and forth between the two xenomorphs as they cocks fucked her front and back holes. The tight walls of her pussy and asshole clenched and unclenched around the members filling them, giving all parties involved in the carnal, animalistic threesome even more pleasure.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 05



"You listen to me, you colony farm boy fuck! You ain't shit, you hear?! This is the marine corps, and chivalry isn't gonna do shit for you here! Jackson here kicked your ass in this exercise because you went easy on her the whole time! Let me tell you, you should take that gentlemanly attitude and shove it, Taylor! When you are out there, in the middle of a firefight or squashing nasties and bugs on some alien shit rock, it's kill or be killed! Do you understand me, Private Taylor?!"

Of all the things for Private Taylor to think about while bound and restrained by alien-like resin, the words of his hard-ass drill sergeant were the last that he was expecting. Still, as much as he had hated his drill sergeant, that particular memory from his boot camp days brought him some comfort in his current predicament, given that it was the first time that he and Alicia had become "partners in crime," so to speak. 

Though at the time, the son of a bitch drill sergeant had accused him of being "gentlemanly" and letting Alicia win in the hand-to-hand exercise, she had actually beaten him fair and square. After Taylor had managed to convince her of that, the two of them became companionable, sticking by each other at all times while in the barracks, and even taking equal shit from the hardass drill sergeant whenever he felt like yelling at someone. 

Until quite recently, Taylor could not say that his relationship with his fellow soldier had been anything beyond a very close, platonic friendship. The fact that his closest friend in the corps was a woman had not interfered with their friendship in the past, and even if it had, the strict regulations prohibiting fraternization between male and female soldiers would have made anything beyond friendship impossible, at least until they were both discharged from service. 

However, looking back on it, he wondered if perhaps he had always considered Alicia to be dear to him, as more than just a friend. There were times, between drills and exercise regimens, when he noticed Alicia getting questionable glances from one or two of the other guys - the real assholes in their unit who would likely be doing jail time had they not joined the corps. When he noticed those very same men sneaking peeks at Alicia while she was taking her showers at the end of the day, and perhaps planning to do more to her during that time, Taylor had stepped in and made sure that those dickheads stayed away from Alicia. A broken nose was a convincing argument, after all. But even after that scuffle, he found himself standing guard outside the shower rooms at the barracks like a sentry while Alicia took her showers (since she always took them separately, after the male soldiers had already taken theirs), defending both her modesty and her person from others in their unit. 

At the time, he had felt that it was his duty to protect his friend, since female soldiers getting raped by their male comrades was something that occasionally happened. And yet, Taylor had to admit that his desire to protect Alicia perhaps went deeper than that. Worse still, he remembered the fact that during those times he spent standing guard while she took her showers, he had, once or twice, caught a quick glimpse of her gorgeous, well-toned and athletic body, her perky, firm breasts, the little strip of blond pubic hair between her heavenly thighs, leading to her, probably tight, hot...

He shook his head clear of such lecherous thoughts, letting out a long sigh. He stretched out his weary muscles, or as much as he could do, being trapped within a resin prison by these super intelligent alien monsters. Thankfully, the xenomorph captors had not caused him serious injury yet, and had been courteous enough to give him some wiggle room, so that he wasn't too uncomfortable while bound and tied up. 

The worst part about his current captivity in this humid, hot prison, however, was that he could not stop thinking about Alicia no matter how hard he tried. When he wasn't thinking about how thankful he was that she'd managed to escape from the xenomorphs during the firefight, he was thinking about somehow escaping this place and getting back to her. And when he wasn't thinking about getting back to her somehow, he was thinking about, of all things, ripping off Alicia's panties, pushing her up against a wall and fucking her like an animal. 

"Fuck!" Taylor cursed out loud, shaking his head once again. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he wondered for a moment if he was starting to go insane. Of all the things to thinking about, he was thinking about boning his best friend. It had to have had something to do with those damned xenomorphs. The female ones especially, the drones which had captured him and brought him into this hive of theirs, had forcefully pleasured him and forced him to pleasure them repeatedly. The more they did that to him, the more his mind seemed to turn into mush, to the point that all he could think about was sex. 

It was their pheromones, he thought. Their pheromones caused him to forget himself, and they heightened his libido somehow. 

He had to get out of here, had to get away from these xenomorphs, had to find Alicia, wherever she was, and he had to...

...suck on those perky nipples of hers, something in his head told him.

He just...had to...

...stick your cock between those sexy tits of Alicia's.

...he...

Fuck Alicia. Fuck her and pump her full of cum.

Taylor felt dizzy, and slightly nauseous. Deprived of sleep and intoxicated by the drug-like effects of the xenomorphs' pheromones as he was, he soon lost consciousness and let a couple agonizing hours of slumber overtaken him, as he stood there, bound against the chitinous wall of the xenomorph hive chamber in a prison of sticky resin. 

He was eventually jostled awake by a loud screeching sound that emanated through the cavern. He'd such a screech before, and knew immediately that it came from a xenomorph. This was a different kind of screech, more pronounced and some way very feminine in nature; it did not sound at all like the aggressive, banshee-like wails that these aliens would emit when they were attacking something. 

Taylor did not know or understand too much about the nature of this "ecosystem" within a xenomorph hive, having only been the xenomorphs' prisoner of sorts for the past twelve hours or so. However, based on the limited data that he and the marines had attained on the xenomorphs from Weyland-Yutani databases before this rescue mission, he could only guess that this shriek, which shook and reverberated through the entire hive, had come from the xenomorph Queen. It was Weyland-Yutani, after all, that had brought in the marines to clean up this mess in the first place, given that they'd funded this colony and research station; as such, he figured that the corporation had to have known something about the xenomorphs, including their queens. 

He'd never actually seen the Queen himself, having been confined to a separate chamber, but he'd heard her several times, screeching out an occasional command or utterance of some kind to her subordinates. He feared that at any time, the Queen would give the inevitable commanding shriek, ordering one of the warriors or her bodyguards or even a drone to just gut him and be done with it, or perhaps let one of those creepy crawlers attach itself to his face and impregnate him with one of those parasites. Though, he had not seen any of those crawlers or any unhatched eggs for that matter. That, at least, gave him some hope. Perhaps the xenomorphs no longer had any of those eggs to impregnate him with. But then why keep him alive?

Another piercing shriek echoed through the cavern, sending a chill up the human soldier's spine. This screech from the Queen was louder, and somehow more animated than the one that came before it. In fact, he thought that it sounded almost...passionate in a way, like it was a xenomorph's version of a moan. The only other time he'd heard such a sound was after the warriors had captured him and left him for the group of female drones that he'd restrained him here. Those drones, for purposes unknown to him, had...used him, over and over again, and made their pleasure known with animated screeches of their own. 

Though Taylor didn't know much about xenomorph biology or behavior besides what he'd read on the limited data files, he had begun to pick up on a lot of things in the relatively short time that he'd been imprisoned there. If his earlier suspicions about the xenomorphs' lack of "Facehugger" eggs was correct, they would need to grow and expand their hive again eventually, having already gone through all of the human colonists, and some of his marine compatriots as hosts. 

He had occasionally seen some of the larger xenomorphs - usually males - coming in and out of the chamber leading to the Queen. Rarely did these particular males ever leave the Queen's side unless she ordered one of them to do so, like several hours earlier when Taylor had briefly seen one those big fuckers leave the Queen's chamber to go dashing off toward the entrance of the hive with several warrior xenomorphs in tow. He determined that these larger xenomorphs, which he'd read were referred to as "Praetorians," were the Queen's bodyguards, as well as her consorts. 

No doubt the Queen and one of her consorts were in her chamber, fucking like rabbits, if her pleasured cries and shrieks were any indication. The marine sighed, knowing that at this rate it was only a matter of time before the Queen got knocked up with more of those crawler eggs by one of her male consorts, which meant that it would likely be the end for him. He shook his head, trying to block out the sound of animalistic mating in the distant chamber, but he eventually gave up, knowing that he would be privy to it whether he wanted to listen or not. 

He'd been so caught up in the noises from the other chamber that he didn't initially hear a faint hissing to his right. He turned his head and saw the eyeless domed head of a xenomorph staring right back at him, cocking its head as if it was pondering what he was thinking about. Taylor looked back at it - or, he realized it was probably a she, since the females, the drones especially, seemed to be the only ones in the hive who paid attention to him. He gulped, seeing the eerie reflection of himself on its domed head. 

"Can I ask what you want from me?" Taylor said to the xenomorph. It cocked its head again and hissed through its teeth. Taylor sighed and stretched out his sore muscles, or as much as he could given his captivity. "Let me guess: there's been a huge misunderstanding, you are going to let me out of this and let me have my phone call, and then someone can pick me up, right?" Taylor jabbed. 

Saliva dripped out of the drone's mouth and it, she, ignored his sarcasm and reached a hand out to cup his cock and balls. Taylor jolted and already felt the blood pumping to his cock. He mentally cursed himself, wondering how in the world he seemed to react so readily to these freaky creatures. 

He grit his teeth and stifled a gasp as the drone's hand cupped his balls while the other stroked his cock, its teeth gleaming with malicious intent as his cock grew erect and lengthened to full mast after a few pumps and strokes. Taylor never boasted, but he had a sizable length for a human, and he was reminded of that when he looked down at the female drone, seeing her using both black, latex-like hands to cup his cock, finding that she still had plenty of inches to work with. 

"Again?" Taylor asked indignantly, as if he was being pressured into something unpleasant. "You creatures are insatiable. I've already given you half a dozen loads, and you still want more?"

The female xenomorph's answer was to flick at the purple mushroom head of his cock, twiddling with a dollop of precum there. With a hiss, and after gripping the base of his cock with her leathery hands, she lowered her head down, opened her mouth extension from her inner jaws, and swallowed his meat in one go. 

Taylor groaned as every inch of his hyper sensitive cock was assailed with pleasurable sensations. As much as he wanted to distance himself from these creatures and even take a break from getting forced blowjobs for a while, he could not deny that these female creatures knew what they were doing, and knew just how to get him to release his payload that they craved from him. 

Over the course of the time that he'd been there, the xenomorph females had grown very acquainted with his anatomy, and he had with theirs. Xenomorphs had no inhibitions or social hangups in regards to nudity, and as such, they had stripped Taylor of his uniform and all his underclothes. He'd been bound by resin within this chamber, hanging there like a wall decoration, completely nude, with his dick hanging out for all to see. He no longer cared anymore though; he'd long since given up on modesty, and frankly he was partially kind of glad to be rid of the clothes given how hot and humid it was in the cavern. 

He'd been used by female drones and the occasional female warrior at least a dozen times since he'd been brought there. They seemed to like his tongue especially, and would often, without his permission, mount his face and smother his mouth with their soaking midnight black slits. The fact that he was standing upright did not seem to matter to them, given that they could scale walls. They'd climb atop him and simply ride his face until his human tongue brought them to orgasm, before climbing off and going about their natural duties for the hive. He'd fought them at first, but quickly saw the futility of doing so. Now, every time a tight xenomorph pussy was presented an inch away from his face, he would snake his tongue out and get to work, trying to make the sultry female creature cum as quickly as he could. Taylor had also grown accustomed to the taste of their juices, and had been forced to ingest a lot of them. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have any sort of negative side effect on him, and admittedly, it was not the most unpleasant thing he'd ever tasted. 

The xenomorphs had not tried to fuck him again in the purest sense of the word, not since the female drones had first come upon him and restrained him here. But the drones especially had periodically sucked him off, apparently for the purpose of harvesting his semen and fluids for some purpose or another. Without his pants to hinder them, they would simply walk up, stroke him to erection, and suck him off until he came, before running off with his payload like a bee with precious pollen. 

Currently, the female drone in front of him was noisily slurping on his cock, hissing and bobbing its tight inner mouth up and down its cock, squeezing and rippling deliciously over every inch of his meat. He could no longer distance himself from it, and finally let out a moan as he felt his cock throb as the xenomorph bobbed her head up and down on him. Even when he tried to picture that it was someone else, like a human woman, even Alicia, who was giving him a blowjob, he needed to only feel the tightness of the xenomorph's alien gullet to be reminded that it was definitely not a human that was doing this to him, and that even fantasizing otherwise was folly. 

The human marine-turned-xenomorph captive sighed and let out a moan as he let the female creature finish with him, shivering each time her tight, wet mouth hit a particularly sensitive nerve. However, the drone stopped suddenly and Taylor quickly opened his eyes when a final, climactic screech was emitted from the Queen's chamber, and he suspected that the Queen had been brought to orgasm. After that, an uncomfortable silence settled over this particular chamber, and the drone, who paused only momentarily while sucking Taylor's human cock, returned to her task a moment later as if nothing had happened. 

He shivered and his legs quivered as he felt a tingling in his balls and he knew that he would cum soon. The female xenomorph was just too good at what she was doing and his body, particularly his manhood, seemed even more sensitive in the presence of these creatures for some reason. 

He struggled against his restraints and his cock jerked once, twice and then his cum exploded out of his cock, filling the xenomorph's mouth. She extended her smaller inner mouth back and she jerked off the base of his cock with her hands as he released more and more frothy cum into her gullet. He felt dizzy and on the verge of collapse by the time his cock stopped throbbing and jerking, and finally he stopped cumming. The drone, collecting his precious seed in her gullet without swallowing any of it, popped her mouth off of his cock like a cork from a bottle, careful not to injure his tool in the process. With that, she retracted her inner mouth back into her jaws and skittered off, dashing away into another chamber on all fours. 

Taylor no longer knew what to think of this situation anymore, and simply shrugged it off, letting himself relax against his bondage. He looked down and saw his manhood, slimy with her copious, clear saliva. It still pulsed and throbbed slightly but it was slowly shrinking down to flaccidity once again. 

When he looked up, he saw a large figure approaching from the opposite chamber. Perhaps the biggest and bulkiest of the xenomorphs that he'd seen, save the Queen, was striding out of the Queen's chamber. Given the sheer swagger and the commanding presence that the xenomorph seemed to carry, he determined that this was the xenomorph male that had just had the honor of breeding the Queen. 

Besides the fact that this xenomorph male was larger than the average xenomorph, with the exception of the Praetorians that guarded the Queen, this xenomorph displayed drastic differences from the other xenomorphs that had been born of human hosts. Its skin was mottled, with olive coloring mixed with midnight black, and atop its domed head, strands of thick dreadlocks hung down. The only other creature that Taylor knew that bore similarity to this particular xenomorph abomination was the mysterious alien hunter that he had encountered the day before, just before he'd been reunited with Alicia after the rescue mission had fallen apart. After Taylor had seen this xenomorph for the first time, it did not take him long to theorize that this male was not spawned from a human host, but from one of those hunters who had been subdued and impregnated. 

Taylor's blood chilled the moment he saw the Predalien stride into the chamber. He'd only caught a glimpse of this male once or twice before, but he knew that he was a nasty fucker. If this hive had an alpha male, this xenomorph hybrid was undoubtedly it. He had seen the Predalien get into a bloody fight with two of the Praetorians hours earlier, presumably over the right to a breeding session with the Queen. He bested both of the Praetorians, beating them into bloody messes until they finally gave up in submission and yielded to the Predalien. Most of the other xenomorphs in the hive seemed to cower or relent to the Predalien in submission most of the time, meaning that he could well be the highest ranking xeno in the hive with the exception of the Queen.  

When the Predalien spotted Taylor in his place in captivity, he hissed and then let out a noise not unlike a guttural grunt, as if the human's mere presence in the hive was a travesty to the alpha male. It was a hostile noise, and the way the Predalien clenched its claws and stared across at the human, baring his mandibles as he did, immediately instilled dread in Taylor. The human, looking at the xenomorph hybrid's aggressive stance didn't notice until after a few moments that the Predalien's substantial manhood was still erect and unsheathed, throbbing and still glistening with fluids from his encounter with the Queen just moments before. The large, ridged erection looked like a weapon in itself, and only added to the aggressive alpha male persona of the creature. From the look of it, the Predalien wanted to either kill or fuck the next thing in sight. Taylor prayed that neither of those two things would be in his immediate future.




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 05



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Alien v Predator: Insemination Ch. 05



The Predalien hissed and Alicia froze up when she felt a hard, knobby object poking between her buttocks. He shifted his legs and Alicia looked down with wicked fascination as a very large cock - the object poking her - appeared from between her spread thighs. She took a moment to examine this monstrosity. Like the other xenomorph males, his cock was of a dark black color, but unlike the smoothness of their members, this penis was ridged across its length. It was even slightly larger than the Praetorian's cock and a bit thicker as well. It was the largest male member, human or alien, that she'd ever seen, and the thing scared her and enticed her equally. 

From the thick head of his ridged cock, a steady flow of precum was dribbling out and onto the ground beneath them. The next step of the Predalien's plan to get this delectable female aroused and ready to receive him inside of her was for him to give her a taste. He reached down and squeezed a thick dollop of precum right from the end of his pulsing cock and collected it on his finger. And, before she could protest, he shoved the finger into her mouth as he'd done before, feeding her a sampling of his preseed. 

She gave a muffled protest but she sucked the precum off of his finger in the process. She had no desire to taste the essence that he'd forcefed her, but she did so regardless, finding for the first time since she'd been made to perform oral on the other xenomorphs, that his taste was pleasing to her tastebuds, perhaps even more so. She realized with shame and guilt, that her tongue had sucked his finger clean of the essence of its own accord. Wait, when had she done that?! Since when did she have a desire to devour xenomorph cum like it was candy?!

The Predalien hissed and chortled, and Alicia realized angrily that he was almost giggling at her. "Fuck you, you ugly bastard," she snorted. "I don't want any of this; you are forcing this on me."

He didn't respond to her. He simply took her hand in his and brought it down to his cock, jutting up obscenely from between her thighs with her body pressed against him. Making her curl her fingers into a fist, the Predalien, along with Alicia's hand, began to stroke along his ridged cock, a pleasured rumble coming from his throat as they worked together to stroke him off. 

Meanwhile, the xenomorph took the human's other hand in his and brought it to the mushroom head of his cock again and this time collected a frothy dollop of precum on her fingers, bringing them up to her lips thereafter. This time, he didn't need to force the slick fluid into her mouth; when he brought her fingers to her lips, her tongue snaked out and licked her own fingers clean, lapping them up.

Alicia's tastebuds were assailed by more of that pleasant taste, and she realized that her mind was becoming cloudy and foggy. She'd experienced this bizarre euphoria before, when she'd been "assaulted" by the Praetorian and his buddies, but this somehow felt more...potent. Aside from the physical pleasure, she knew that her mind would be broken down in other ways from being sexually exposed to these xenomorphs. Their thick, potent pheromones were already going to work on her mind, making her legs quiver, her pussy to moisten, her mind to become foggy, and her skin to feel warm. And on top of that, she wanted, no, needed to taste more of his rich essence.

The human marine chewed her lip and her hand pumped the xenomorph alpha male's shaft. She did not even realize that the Predalien had long since extracted his own hand from hers, and she was stroking and caressing his thick cock of her own accord now. In fact both his hands were now caressing her body while her hands caressed him; he stroked a hand lazily across her taut belly while his other hand was idly squeezing her nipples again. It was in that moment that a crushingly shameful realization overcame her: this was not rape, it was seduction, pure and simple.

The rational part of Alicia's mind realized that, there she was, giving a xenomorph a handjob while she collected precum from the tip of his cock, sucking it off her fingers, before going back for more. That part of her mind was still ashamed of herself, both because she was a proud soldier, and only hours ago had been killing these terrifying creatures left and right. What had she become that she was now sucking them off and fucking them to sate her pleasures?

And Taylor...Alicia didn't even want to think of Taylor in that moment. He would probably hate the whore that she'd become. He was probably somewhere in this hive, alone, terrified, about to be killed or impregnated by a Facehugger, while she was sating her own growing desires with this...creature. A part of her realized that she loved Taylor - she had since the first day that the big dope had stood guard outside the shower room at the barracks to stop other soldiers from trying to rape her. Hell, he'd sacrificed himself to get her out of this mess, and this is how she repaid him?

But another part of her mind realized that what she was doing now was just another part of plan toward rescuing Taylor. These creatures were perpetually horny, and they would take what they wanted from her, or kill her. This was about survival; if she couldn't keep herself alive, she couldn't save Taylor either. Her one and only chance, given the cards that she was dealt, was to stay the course, and give this creature everything and anything it wanted. She had to bide her time, and if that meant succumbing to her own pleasures in the process, then so be it. 

The Predalien knew that this human's barriers were crumbling, thanks in large part to the aphrodisiac effects of consuming his potent, mind-numbing essence. She'd been slurping down his precum for the past few minutes, and he decided that if she relished his taste, she could collect right from the source. 

Alicia yelped as the Predalien took her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. She was then gently yet forcefully pushed to her knees. She looked up and found herself face to face with this monolith of a cock. It pulsed in front of her face and drooled precum before her. Biting her lip, she took a hold of the immense length and stroked it again, feeling each of those ridges evenly spaced across the length of the male member, wondering how those would feel inside of her. 

She looked up at the Predalien's eerie domed head while clasping his cock. He grinned fiendishly down at her and pushed his cock closer to her face, making it very clear to her that he wanted something. Alicia looked at the cock one last time and said something under her breath. 

"Stay the course."

With that, she took a hold of the cock at its base, opened her mouth as wide as she could as sucked the head and another inch or so of the xenomorph cock into her mouth. With her inhibitions gone and her goals of survival clear, Alicia began to bob her head up and down, noisily slurping and sucking on the ridged, thick length of the alien cock with gusto. Her tongue lashed out at the underside of his cock, curled around the thick capped head, and caressed each inch as she took it deeper into her mouth and it tapped the back of her throat. 

The Predalien hissed in pleasure and gently began to work his hips in time with her movements, enjoying the pleasure of the human female's sucking mouth immensely. He reached down and stroked through her hair as she sucked him off, bobbing her head slickly up and down his length and lubricated him. 

Bursts of precum shot from the tip of his thick cock and flowed down her throat, into her stomach. She drank every squirt down as she sucked away, eager for more. Meanwhile, her aching pussy was desperate for relief, and so she reached two fingers down and began to stroke her pussy and her clit, feeling how soaking wet she'd become while sucking and blowing this creature. 

In the middle of this tryst, two drones, both females, were scurrying down the adjacent corridor, carrying the naked form of another human between the two of them. The Predalien looked up at the two and hissed and sudden displeasure even despite Alicia's wonderfully skilled mouth going to work on him. 

Alicia turned her gaze toward the side tunnel and her eyes widened. There, an unconscious male human appeared to be sleeping blissfully while two drones carried him off down a passageway. It was Taylor. He looked very much alive, though he was as naked as she was and looked to be in exhausted, even debilitated shape. With a sigh of relief, Alicia saw no sign of serious damage or a burst-open chest cavity. Yes, he was alive, for sure. 

She gulped, and turned her gaze back to the Predalien, who seemed to be gauging her reaction. She reasoned that she could not act surprised or show and feeling of attachment to this other human. She had to keep attending to this creature's needs, but she was satisfied that she at least had a direction in mind for where the two drones had carried Taylor off to. 

As the two drones disappeared from sight with their human cargo, Alicia continued to suck off the Predalien, closing her eyes and bobbing her head while humming serenely. He hissed in pleasure and saw with glee that the human female was simultaneously thrusting two fingers in and out of her sodden pussy. A glazy trickle of pussy juices were flowing from her pink slit, soaking the ground beneath her as she sucked him. 

The Predalien could not stand the sight of this unique female creature anymore. He needed to have her, properly. 

He took his cock and popped it from her mouth with a wet slurp, allowing Alicia to take in some much-needed breaths of air. But the xenomorph male could wait no longer. He took her by the armpits and brought her to her feet again, making Alicia aware of how much larger he was then her as she looked up at him, being dwarfed by his immense form. 

The Predalien took her by the arm and he sat down, settling himself back down into the makeshift prison that the drones had prepared for Alicia. Sitting down into this alcove of the wall, his cock was throbbing in full hardness and erection and standing upright. Hissing, the dreadlocked alien hybrid pulled the human female to him and sat her atop him so that his large cock was sandwiched between her thighs and rubbing against the juicy cleft of her pink pussy. 

By now, Alicia had become so affected by the xenomorph male's strong pheromones that her pussy was saturated with juices and her loins were burning, aching for relief. Even after having accepted the Praetorian's rather large length inside of her hours before, the thought of taking this alien cock inside of her pussy was daunting. But ultimately that fear was a passing trifle compared to her immediate, instinctual need to quench her burning lusts right then and there.

Almost as if reading her mind, the Predalien had begun to gently thrust his long hips, causing his lubricated shaft to slide up and down her aroused pussy lips. She moaned and gripped the resin-covered walls on either side of her as she felt the sensation of her sensitive pussy drooling honeyed glaze onto the alien male's thick cock each time he rubbed its length along her labia and the entrance to her tight pussy. The thick capped head of his cock rubbed her clit as it poked out from its hood, causing a shudder of exquisite pleasure to run through her body each time contact was made. 

The xenomorph seemed content to sit there and grind their sex organs together like that for as long as it pleased him, hissing and letting out soft pleasured grunts as he did so. Alicia, on the other hand, was growing frustrated as the growing ache in her loins grew stronger as her boiling lust, brought on by exposure to this potent and powerful male creature, took control of her. Her pussy became so slick and wet and, combined with the flow of precum seeping from the slit of his member, the thick head of his cock caught itself at the entrance to her pussy on one of her frenzied grinds against his body. She froze up and bit her lip as her soaking pussylips spread themselves around the black head of his alien cock, kissing his member and taking it slowly into her depths almost of their own accord. 

Alicia did not move, but her alien lover made the next move himself. The moist petals of her labia spread out and began to engulf the head of his immense shaft, trickling more of her juices down the length of his cock. With how wet she was, it was easy for him to gently take hold of her thighs and tug her slightly down toward him, causing her pussy to take in his head and a few more inches of his cock in one light thrust. 

The Predalien hissed and bared his mandibles in pleasure as the human female took in several inches of his shaft. The human felt very pleasant on the inside, her tight walls continuously pulsing and squeezing around his cock in a pleasurable way. Meanwhile, for Alicia, the feeling of this alien's hard mass sliding into her, soothing her aroused walls with each of his ridges as he probed deeper and deeper into her was heavenly. 

"Mmm...yes!" Alicia moaned amid her ragged breathing and the alien male's guttural grunting and hissing. She looked over her shoulder at him with a red face and smirked coyly. "Let's see how much of this bad boy we can fit in here," she said with a glazy-eyed expression. 

The xenomorph hissed and complied, taking a hold of Alicia, spreading her legs apart and bending her knees upward slightly, giving her an ideal angle for deep penetration as she was suspended above his cock. The control was out of her hands again, but she preferred that, in a way; it made her feel less guilty about what she was doing for the sake of survival. He pulled her down toward him and she groaned as more than half of his thick shaft slide inside her tight tunnel with a wet squelch, getting soaked in her burning juices. 

He sat there for a few moments, as she tried to relieve the tension in her loins and the feeling of being stretched again. Slowly he let inch after inch of the remainder of his cock be engulfed by her pussy, all the while he reached his fingers down and plucked at her clit with surprising delicacy, causing her to moan. Alicia wanted to hate these creatures; they'd killed many human colonists, they'd killed many of her comrades, had taken Taylor from her, and had used her like a sex toy to sate their pleasures for than once. But she found as the ridges of his cock brushed over every sensitive nerve within her vagina while he gently, almost lovingly, stroked her clit and palmed her breasts and nipples, it was becoming harder and harder to hate what was being done to her. 

When she overcame her euphoria and regained her reasoning, she would be Corporal Alicia Jackson of the Colonial Marine Corps once again. And when she found Taylor and freed him from this hellhole, she intended to fuck his brains out and make up for a great deal of lost time. But for now, and only now, she was a woman who simply needed to be fucked. 

A few inches of his ridged length remained outside her pussy as the head of his cock brushed her cervix. The Predalien bared his mandibles and hissed, awfully tempted to tug her down at full force and attempt to breach her womb, fitting his entire length inside of her. But he did not wish to needlessly damage this relatively fragile female, and he enjoyed it when she shuddered in pleasure from his delicate manipulations of her body, clenching and squeezing around his penis with her velvety walls. 

Taking a relaxed hold of her thighs, he began to raise her up, sliding her up the length of his cock and leaving a slimy coating of her juices coating his cock. She felt empty, like something was missing, when all of his cock except for the head retreated from her needy loins. But she didn't have to wait long, as the Predalien pulled her back down by her thighs, the entrance to her tight pussy snapping shut behind the thick precum glazed head of his cock, before nearly the entire length of his cock was slickly forced into her with a wet pop. 

The Predalien's cock tapped her cervix again, causing Alicia to yelp in slight discomfort, until she found that the feeling was dwarfed by the pleasure of her pussy being filled by his hard alien rod. With that, the xenomorph hissed and began to pump the athletic human's tight pink pussy up and down his cock, using her like a masturbation toy of sorts. His precum filling her channel and her abundant pussy juices allowed him to slide in and out with smooth, measured thrusts and little resistance, despite his size and her natural tightness. 

He gave her back a semblance of control, and Alicia began to bounce up and down on his throbbing alien rod, aided by him lifting her up and down and thrusting up into her. They continued like that for some time, with Alicia moaning uncontrollably while sliding his cock in and out of her juicy pussy in reverse cowgirl position as he hissed, tweaking her ultra sensitive nipples while slipping ridge after ridge, inch after inch of his mammoth length in and out of her hot and wet sheath. 

The Predalien suddenly stood up, carrying Alicia with him and setting her on her feet. Alicia groaned with frustration as her alien male partner withdrew his cock from her tight cunt with a slurp and a pop, releasing a trickle of liquidy precum and pussy juice from her swollen pink slit as he did so. He took her hands and had her brace up against the wall in front of her, spreading her legs apart and positioned her bent over with her toned ass raised up and her pussy spread and ready to receive him again.  

His bony hands trailed up the female marine's legs before two of his fingers unceremoniously dove into her saturated pussy. His other hand reached down and stroked his cock until a thick, gleaming blob of precum crowned his cock. He hissed gleefully, wrapped his tail around her legs and position his weight partially over her bent form as he prepared to mount her like a proper female xenomorph. 

With him bent over her in a xenomorph equivalent of doggystyle position, Alicia felt wisps of hot air being blown on the back of her head by the horny Predalien, and once again feeling the rumbling of his deep breathing from being pressed close to him intimately, though she couldn't see him behind her. Being forced not to look directly at him put a slight ebb of fear and uncertainty into her, as it had since he'd first started mating her, but it was also arousing in a way as well. 

Alicia's fingers dug into the wall in front of her and she braced herself as she felt the thick alien cock pressed against her seething pussylips again. The Predalien let out a guttural trill and she felt every inch of his cock slide back inside her from behind. Her silky walls rhythmically squeezed and caressed his shift, and his thick ridges in turn soothed the craving and aches deep inside her as he began to pummel away into her. Soon, her moans echoed throughout the cavern in tandem to the guttural, animalistic noises that he made.

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Taylor didn't know why these aliens had decided to deprive him of his much-needed rest by pulling him out of his restraints and whisking him away into another room, but he was immediately concerned that they had. He was restrained yet again, and he could hear the Queen again mating with one of her males, but the sounds were much louder and clearer this time, indicating that they had moved him to a chamber much closer to the Queen's chamber for some purpose. Purpose the Queen wanted to listen or watch when he was finally killed, or perhaps the xenomorphs' goal was to simply confuse him by changing his captivity from room to room in order to confuse him and make it harder for him to find an escape route in the unlikely event that he managed to free himself from bondage. 

The two drones who'd taken him away and restrained him in this new, unfamiliar chamber had disappeared into the Queen's chamber some time ago. But, two other warriors who had stood guard like loyal sentries now seemed to be taking interest in him for some reason. These two, also females, seemed to have little else to do, since there did not appear to be any immediate threat to the hive. They approached him from the left and right, hissing and cocking their heads at him in curiosity while they examined his body.