Xenophilia -- Kate -- Final
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This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.
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Kate sighed out as she made her way back to her room, a hard day's work doing various things around the colony, her jobs broad and numerous. Now, she was just looking to relax at home, or what constituted her home. She was quite bored, and she was itching to just do something relaxing... she already had an idea what that would be too, the corner of her lips tugging upwards into a devious smile. She'd spoken to one of the Xenomorphs around, milling about the place and helping out with various Colony tasks, to bring a certain few 'things' to her home. It was something she was looking forward to.
Eventually, she made her way to her room, keying in the code and swiping her card through the reader to let her in. The door beeped, and it hissed open, letting her into the room beyond, the woman sighing out as she slung off a pouch she had hanging on her shoulder, letting it fall down onto a stool. She wandered in as the door shut behind her, looking about until she eventually laid eyes on something ahead of her... a trio of eggs, large and taking up the majority of the space in her little 'apartment'.
They were closed at the moment, a sign that they hadn't 'hatched' yet... but soon they would. In the meantime, she would go and 'prepare' herself, licking her lips as she wandered into her bedroom, slipping off her clothes slowly. It was refreshing to take off her attire after such a long day, having found herself doing all sorts of things; repair work, plumbing, admin work, all sorts of things. She wasn't even sure she had a single 'job' anymore, as much as she'd become a handywoman. Whatever the case, she had nowhere to be for a long while... and that meant a chance to relax with something she'd discovered was rather... tantalising.
First, her shirt came off, being flung unceremoniously into the corner of the room, leaving her bra exposed. She unclipped it, and then took it off herself, throwing it atop of her shirt. Her rather supple, generously endowed breasts bouncing now that they were free of their confines; she'd noted their size had increased since she encountered these aliens... not that she minded. They had their problems, but they'd also become sensitive and 'fun' to play with... and have played with by others, along with certain other 'traits'. She bent over, taking off her shoes, and then her socks, before taking off her pants and her panties at once, slinging them over her shoulder and throwing them away in another corner of the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, lying down.
She smiled softly as she just enjoyed the freedom of nudity, closing her eyes for a moment... before she began to rub herself, her hand creeping to her vulva, the other moving to tease and grope her own breasts. She pinched her nipple between her fingers, gently rolling the nub about between her two digits, sighing out as she squeezed her firm mounds. She wanted to moan already, her breasts feeling almost swollen. There was a reason for that, but she couldn't deal with it right now... but she would soon enough.
She pressed her fingers more firmly to her vulva, rolling them against her entrance, sliding her fingers up until her clitoris was directly underneath her fingertips, gently rolling the nub beneath them. She licked her lips before biting the lower fold, rubbing and pinching her clit with eagerness, moaning softly as she massaged her breasts with a circling motion, attending to one and then the other, digging her fingers into the flesh, feeling her mounds fill the gaps between her fingers.
She was moaning a bit more vigorously than before, as she rubbed her slit a bit more vigorously, pressing her digits once more to her entrance. She was leaking fluids profusely now, seeping from her sex, arousal filling her body. She was growing warmer by the moment, until a gasp was brought from her lips when she plunged two of her digits into her own passage, right up to her knuckles, beginning to pump them back and forth vigorously. A wet, 'schlicking' sound began to emanate throughout her bedroom, an odd scent filling the room as she worked herself more aggressively than before.
She began to finger herself more quickly now, from her knuckles all the way to the tips of her digits. She curled her fingers to press the tips to her G-Spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure, Kate starting to pant in lustful stimulation. She slowed up a little, making sure she didn't orgasm immediately, slowing her pumping to a small, gently rolling of her fingers in and out of her body. She teased her breasts continuously, flicking her nipples tantalisingly, rubbing her clit with the back of her palm slowly.
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Fuck... can't believe how sensitive I am these days...'
she thought. It seemed such a silly thought to have, but it was truth, she was more sensitive these days... she had the xenomorphs to thank for it. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was something in them, particularly the facehuggers, that caused changes in humans that ingested whatever it was they pumped out. The changes weren't extreme; somewhat bigger, more virile cocks, more stamina, slightly increased muscle mass, more sensitive bodies, more explosive orgasms for women, tighter vaginal muscles, larger breasts... and of course, lactation, she remembered, when a small trickle of her own milk beaded onto the tip of her fingers, thanks to the constant groping of her breasts.
She moaned again, and kneaded her breast to draw out some more milk, collecting it with her fingertips before slipping the digits in between her lips, wrapping her tongue around her fingers and lapping up the milk stuck to them. Kate moaned softly; her milk was sweet. Not quite as sweet as the nectar of the xenomorphs, but it was nice enough. She licked her fingers clean, gently pumping her fingers in and out of her lips and suckling firmly, like they were a phallus all their own. This prompted her to start fingering herself faster once more, as she pulled her fingers free from her lips, so she could once more clasp her fingers around her mound, kneading aggressively. She was growing close to her first orgasm, before suddenly, with a final assault from her fingers, she came, arching her back as juices splashed out from her pussy, her body wracked with stimulation, shuddering vigorously in the process. She moaned loudly into the air, before she went limp on the bed, sighing out softly. She panted, her chest rising and falling with each breath she made, slowly recovering from her climax.
It wasn't the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt... the aliens always managed to make her feel so much more ecstasy. She smacked her lips before slowly rolling onto her side, grumbling softly and looking over to the door that led to the outside of her room, where the eggs were... and noticed one of them had opened. She didn't see the creature, the facehugger having no doubt emerged, scuttling around somewhere out of sight. She smirked, looking about for the elusive creature.
"Oh... you don't need to hide from me~" she purred, hoping to coax the creature out... though, admittedly, the longer it remained hidden, the more time she had to recover for when it
did
make its appearance. A minute passed, and still no sign of the first facehugger... but by now, she'd mostly recovered from her small orgasm. She was ready for the next round, but she had to find the creature first... perhaps it was preparing to launch at her face unexpectedly.
But in the next moment, she saw it emerge slowly from underneath her bed, scuttling onto the bed slowly, a strange crackling sound emanating from it, its tail whipping about aggressively. The spider-like creature seemed tentative, cautious... perhaps unused to such a 'willing' partner... after all, it'd only just emerged from its egg. She smiled, and held out her hand as she sat up, licking her lips.