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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William slotted his keycard through the reader, sighing out as he strode through the door; it was a strenuous day at work, having to perform quite a bit of labour and physical work... even with the help from the colony's newfound 'friends'. No matter, he was home now, and he looked about the spacious room he and his wife had earned themselves. There were few rooms in Victor's Post that accommodated more than one person that wasn't a security or military barracks.
But he and Jess, they had gotten special consideration due to their marriage, and certain other plans. They now had a suite. It wasn't too much bigger than the standard rooms available, but it had its own separate bedroom, along with a larger kitchen and dining room combo. In which he found his wife, Jessica, humming away as she rehydrated some food rations. Alas, there wasn't much in the way of fresh fruit and veg in the colony, not until the hydroponics department was fully up and running, which was uncertain even now.
Of course, that didn't mean he didn't smile at the sight of his wife preparing a meal; no doubt her day was shorter than his, being that she worked any number of jobs. Her role wasn't quite as defined as his, she was more of a handywoman. It gave her more flexible hours than him, or sometimes a greater workload, it wasn't always consistent. But she enjoyed her work, and enjoyed seeing him come home far more. She turned to him, and smiled.
"Hello honey... you look like you've had a hard day," she said, smirking sympathetically.
He responded with a weary expression of amusement of his own.
"Well, when you have to move crates and piping all day, and then weld the pipes with parts from said crates, with more crates and pipes than hands... well, it's a bit rough on the arms," he remarked, setting down a toolkit on a metal chair by the door. The suite was still fairly spartan, hardly something comparable to even the typical mid-range hotel suite on a more developed world -- Earth, mainly -- would have. But it was comfortable for them, and it suited their needs.
Jess laughed softly.
"Sounds like it... all I had to do today was some admin stuff up near the labs, and I'm not even that experienced with IT support... but I suppose I helped out," she said. She watched Will saunter over to her, and give her a kiss on the cheek. She murmured appreciatively, almost finishing up with her cooking; just some rehydrated meat, a sauce that was supposed to be gravy, but no one really called it that, and a side of dried fruit. Hopefully in the coming months, more fresh food than was available would start coming in, and she could actually make halfway decent meals for her and her husband. No matter, it would come. She knew that much; the next supply ship was slated to have a great deal of hydroponics equipment with it. Once some actual farming was underway, along with some vitro-meat... well, it would be a true mark of a new colony. When the food the colonists ate actually resembled food.
At least what they had still tasted nice... and smelled nice too. Enough that it wasn't long before it drew another visitor to Jess...
She sighed out as she felt the teasing caress of lips to her neck, upside down as they were, a certain 'friend' hanging from the ceiling. The alien then dropped down and gently embraced the woman from behind, not so much that it disturbed her cooking. Will noticed, and raised an eyebrow. He honestly hadn't noticed her, and moreover, he didn't recognise her... but that was something he was used to. These 'xenomorphs' were free with their affections, and that meant they often went around to different people. It didn't mean anything less to them, of course; in their 'eyes', the humans were all members of one great family, so the idea of having as many partners as possible wasn't taboo to them... especially with how incestuous they were amongst their own kind.
He smirked, and sat down at the table, watching as the alien sauntered over to him, a silky sway to her gait. No matter if this one was a stranger, they all imparted affection and intimacy, and that was something he and his wife did not at all mind, not after all they'd been through. The first encounters might've been... less than ideal, but now he understood how they behaved, how they thought. It was logical to them, despite their seeming awareness of the trauma it would've caused their human prey.
But... since the first time the two of them were brought to their Hive, they were won over by the Xenomorphs... it wasn't easy, and they certainly hated them for a while, but they were able to witness acts of compassion amongst the debauchery and predation. It was something... different, but not inherently wicked, something that most people had grown to accept now. These aliens also opened their lives to something more... liberating. They had no intention of enslaving the humans they caught, but they couldn't suppress their instincts... though that was in the past now.