Xenophilia -- Melissa -- 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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Melissa was excited. Rather substantially so. She'd heard that a large 'gathering' was being planned down in the Hive, and it was something she'd not had the chance to indulge in since she was first captured and then returned to the Colony by the Xenomorphs they now shared a sort of 'symbiosis' with. At first, there were still quite a few misgivings about them, but by now, they were few and far between... most had come to accept and even delight in the presence of these creatures, particularly when they brought a rather 'interesting' new dynamic to everyone's lives. Melissa was no different, once fearing these aliens, and now she was one of their closest friends... she couldn't say she was intimate with an individual xenomorph, however. They didn't work like that, but they loved everyone equally all the same. So she was expecting things to get rather crazy down below, and she was admittedly nervous; never once had she experienced such excess, such debauched indulgence. But she was eager to find out what it felt like, and eager to see what devious things awaited her down there, in the heart of the nest.
She made her way down the corridors of the Colony, most of the traces of the Xenomorphs' invasion all but removed and repaired, only faint scratches, the odd temporary patch plate or the specks of melted metal from drops of alien blood remaining as a testament to the rather 'excessive' and violent method the aliens employed to 'introduce' themselves to the humans of Victors Post. But no matter. They'd helped reverse almost all the damage they dealt, their way of showing sympathy and apologising... it also helped that they were rather 'persuasive' in other ways. But she put those thoughts out of her mind. She had somewhere to be, and she was both excited and nervous. Melissa made her way to a maintenance shed... one that saw quite a bit more traffic these days, for clear reasons, the woman spying a xenomorph relaxing by a concealed hatch in the floor. The female creature perked up when it noticed Melissa, gracefully stretching and sitting up with all the muscle control in the world, its upper face featureless and impassive, its lower face twisting in an amused grin. It stood up as Melissa approached, its nude breasts catching her attention.
"Are you here to help people down?" she asked, and the Xenomorph nodded affirmingly. She smiled, and outstretched a hand towards the alien. "Then take me down."
The creature grinned as well, and using its tail, flicked the hatch open before scooping Melissa up in its arms, feeling her chest pressing against the being's supple mounds. She let out a sigh, her face flushing red with mild embarrassment; none of the aliens ever wore clothes that could be considered modest, those that were experimental preferring to wear anything that could be considered 'sexy' or 'seductive' for bedroom play. They only ever wore something modest for utilitarian purposes if they needed it, and they rarely did, their own bodies already sturdy enough for the task. The xenomorph conveyed her down the shaft with effortless ease, leaving the initial constructed pipe to enter an open cavern that felt cool and let a sweet, odd aroma waft up from the bowels of the subterranean network below. Soon after, Melissa felt her feet touch the ground below, and she wobbled a little until her footing was sure, her escort shadowing her closely so that she was safe in the dark. Down here, the ground was covered in the resin the aliens secreted to construct their hive, or to bind their mates in place... Melissa recalling with a tantalising shiver the time she was cocooned and inseminated with a brood of eggs. She wondered if that was going to happen a second time.
Again, she wasn't given time to consider the possibility, as the alien scooped her up a second time, this time surprising the woman with the sudden pickup, but she didn't struggle... that could come later. The xenomorph carried her through the caves and tunnels until she was in a chamber of sorts, not far from the central chamber where the 'gathering' was taking place. A few aliens relaxed here, but most noticeable of all were the stacks of clothes and shoes placed down on folding shelves set up by the colonists... a simple act of order in the chaotic excess that they had come down for. She knew what she had to do as the alien set her down, the creature smiling as Melissa made her way to the shelves... and began to strip. First, she removed her shoes and the socks with them, and then her shirt, her pants, her brassier and finally her panties... she was now completely naked, shivering from the cool air that wafted around her.
Then the alien embraced her slowly from behind, soft, lanky hands sliding across her stomach, arms snaking around from behind her as she felt the creature's breasts pressing to the back of her neck, its chitinous tail wrapping around her legs and coiling tightly. It made Melissa shiver and laugh all at once, letting her own hands wander and explore the xenomorph's most unique body.
"Mmm... you don't want to do it right here, do you? We'd be missing out~" Melissa crooned, and the alien hissed in amusement, before peeling away and turning the human around to face it. It beckoned with a hand for Melissa to follow, and she complied as it led her out of the chamber and down the passageway that led to the central chamber... the sounds of ecstasy and debauchery growing louder as she approached, along with the sweet stench of sex... until she emerged into the brightly lit cavern, her mouth agape at the sight that lay before her.
Humans and xenomorphs by the dozens festooned every surface they could comfortably fuck on, though the aliens still outnumbered the colonists almost three to one. Many were enjoying each other's company if they couldn't get their chitinous claws on a human, though several would happily dominate a single colonist. She saw people simply enjoying themselves, a woman eating out a large, muscular xenomorph towards the central mound where the great Queen of the Xenomorphs resided, whilst the woman herself was being eaten out by a smaller drone, her ass being fingered at the same time. Elsewhere, she saw two men holding hands and walking away to somewhere more secluded with a xenomorph following, its cock out and ready. And towards the walls, she saw people being slowly cocooned in resin, some already completely trapped, one woman even covered in facehuggers. Nearby, Melissa spied a man bent over on all fours whilst an alien held itself over his back, stroking him slowly and nibbling on his neck, and just beyond those two, a woman struggled against the ecstasy as a Drone unloaded its sterile clutch into her womb.
All around her, debauchery and excess were underway, and it wasn't long until she was swept up into the maelstrom of eroticism, a xenomorph pulling her into a pit of its fellows, and wasting no time in delving its face between her glutes, suckling on her sphincter and whipping its tongue to the ring of muscle that marked the entrance to her anus. She moaned softly, not at all bothered; she'd made all the necessary preparations so that nothing would go amiss regardless of whatever was done to her. But to be assailed by so many at once, several aliens moving to run their tongues across her skin, one latching onto one of her nipples and another sliding its hand to her vulva... she moaned loudly, shivering and letting juices spill from her sex as the arousal hit her all at once.
She squirmed in the embrace of the aliens, feeling them explore her form with hands, lips, tongues and tails, their own bodies pressing against her as they rubbed and slid against one another. She shifted about as she was caressed, feeling an alien tease the entrance to her ear briefly with a probing tongue before retreating to suckle on her earlobe. Another planted kisses all across her belly button, the same one that was rubbing its hand to her mound, slipping a pair of fingers into her depths, its tips coated in resin so that it didn't have to worry about cutting her... allowing it to start pumping its digits with reckless abandon almost immediately. Her walls clenched down on the fingers, but it was useless trying to slow the alien's efforts.