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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The alien slowly slipped herself off the man's slowly softening cock, a slick sound emanating from their nether regions. She had ridden him hard, yes, filling him with the ecstasy of her love. He had given so much seed, but now he was exhausted, panting heavily but shallowly, his eyes barely open. She smiled, leaning in close to peck him on the forehead, her only response a slight wince and a beleaguered groan. She chuckled quietly to herself, before peeling away from him, her breasts sticky from her own sweaty secretions. She would let him rest, perhaps let a sister tend to him; he would not be ready for feeding for a while yet, though no doubt he'd be feeling hungry quite soon.
All the same, she licked her lips and blew him a farewell kiss. He did not notice, but she didn't mind. No, she was happy with the lovely communion they shared. But now... now she was still hungry, and her catch needed rest. Yes, he needed rest, and she needed to sate her hunger. She looked around; those that were not slumbering were already attended to, either by her sisters or the Queenmother's eggs. She smirked; just the excuse to go up once more to hunt. If she brought back another, the Queenmother would reward her. Yes, yes, reward her greatly.
The alien shivered in delight, before making its way out of the passageway, a lusty sway to her gait. It caught the attention of some of her sisters, who beckoned her over to their open embrace. She smiled, but declined, too hungry for the hunt to want to spend time with her sisters right now... no matter; they would hunt
her
down later instead, and pay her back for her 'rudeness'... she looked forward to the struggle and the love. For now, she just blew them teasing kisses, which were met with devious, predatory smirks, a sure sign they were definitely planning on hunting her down in 'revenge'.
The creature sauntered her way out of the passage, watching one of her sisters escort a human female with a bloated stomach, a happy expression upon her face; such a sight brought joy to the alien, knowing that they were succeeding with their plan. Soon, most, if not all, of the humans would be relishing in the love of the Hive. Her home and theirs would become one, even if not so obvious from the outside eye... but the union between them would be ever so close. The Queenmother never wanted to destroy what they had built, or rob the humans from that life... only bring the two together into something... beautiful.
But for now, there were still humans to hunt. Still stragglers that needed to be caught before the Queenmother's goal could be fully realised... but knowing there was progress made the alien happy, a shrill, shivering hiss leaving her lips at the thought. It was something she yearned for and was happy was coming. She eventually made her way to the passages that led to the colony, though this time, she made her way up a shaft that led to the surface, away from the colony proper. She emerged from a hole in the ground, the cold wind of the barren world whipping at her nude body. She didn't feel it much, her sturdy form more than capable of surviving much harsher conditions, even if appearances didn't suggest as much. But she didn't think on it, only the prospect of another hunt. Another for the Queenmother's love.
She made her way across the terrain, bounding on all fours and low to the ground, leaping where she could to increase her pace, before slowing down once she reached one of the doors. It was trickier to get inside from the outside, of course, but like her sisters, she took different routes each time, to make it difficult to track down. She crawled along the walls of one of the interconnecting passageways, looking for a door that she could enter; many were locked, though some had been opened by her sisters, and left open by whatever means, so any sister could use them. She found such a door, jammed open by a piece of metal. A warning tone alarmed that there was a blockage. She paid no heed, opening the inner door, similarly forced to prevent it from locking, and slipping inside.
Almost immediately, she picked up a scent; a fertile female, but alert and aggressive. She would have to be cautious. She would've played with the man before if she could've, if she hadn't gotten so excited, but she'd have to be careful with this one. None of her sisters had yet lost their life to a human, though a few had been injured... there were human warriors in this place. Some were not so dangerous, but there were a few, clad in armour and wielding weapons that shredded through their carapace and flesh with ease. If this one was armed similarly, then she wouldn't toy with her, not too much... not until she knew if the human was more easily taken.
She tracked the scent, and came across her quarry within a storage room of sorts, crates and containers stacked upon one another all over the place. It was cluttered, and a perfect place to stalk her prey from. Of course, the woman she found was not without protection; she held one of the human firearms, a small hand-held weapon. Pistols, they were called, and they were capable of killing her if aimed true. The woman was alert, and she had a fierce expression on her face, but she didn't wear the attire of the protectors, and nor was she one of the soldiers. She seemed to be but a simple worker, but she held herself aggressively. Her pheromones also showed her alertness, her hostility. Yes, she would have to be careful with this one.
She examined the room; no ventilation ducts in obvious view, that weren't partially covered at least. Others were too small. She would have to move through the boxes, and strike when she was close enough to be faster than the human's reactions. She looked at the woman again; she was at the back of the room, glancing at the vents that were too small, and glancing at the ones that weren't, but were partially blocked. She knew. She knew the way her sisters did things. Smart woman... fertile. It was a lovely smell, and there was fear as well. But what fear she scented was overwhelmed by the aggression, the anger. This woman was dangerous. Frightened, but more akin to a cornered predator than a simple, squeaking prey animal.
The alien dropped low to the ground, moving from box to box, exploiting the shadows. The human was likely here to hide, as she was not moving from where she had placed herself. Perhaps she was hoping for rescue. It was only the alien herself who she would look forward to meeting. The alien crouched low, watching the woman between the numerous stacks of crates, careful and alert, much like the woman. She slowly closed the gap, but the human became alarmed, eyes widening and whipping her pistol around. She grunted, but said nothing; she trusted nothing. She did not think it was a fellow human, and she looked ready to flee... and ready to kill.
The alien drew closer, weaving between boxes, making sure her tail didn't linger... but it invariably scraped across the ground, just where she'd been before flicking it back to her body. It caught the human's attention, focusing on where she had just been, and not where she was now. It was the window she needed, the alien crouching low as she observed her prey, the human's teeth gritting. She smelled of sweat and exertion, no doubt having run quite hard before hiding here. But she was still energetic, the alien could tell that much. She would have to be quick to take the human. Her body tensed up, ready to strike...
The human turned, noticing just the barest movement. Her eyes widened and her face twisted with a shocked expression. Anger and fear flashing across her countenance as she brought the weapon in her hand to bear. The alien lunged, a hand reaching out intent on knocking the human's weapon away. The human pulled the trigger on her weapon, but by then, the alien was too close, the shot going past the alien's head. She pinned the human to the ground now, tackling her into a stack of boxes, before wrestling with the woman to keep her forced down.
One of her hands gripped the human's wrist, the one connected to the hand that held the gun, keeping it pointed away from her chitinous head. She slathered like a beast, not resin, but drool of exertion, before getting a firm grip on the woman. She pinned both the human's wrists down, and snaked her legs around the female's, the writhing human trying to fight back, getting a few good punches in before the alien had her wrists pinned. She growled at the creature, fierce and frightened.
"I'll fucking kill you, you freak!" she snarled. The alien was quite surprised; it wasn't often that one encountered a human this fierce, but they weren't to be taken likely.
Still, the woman had a lovely smell, and she was quite the attractive figure... just perfect for mating. It made her feel bad that she couldn't impregnate this female. She did, however, have eggs to provide, and even if they would not hatch into anything... it felt wondrous to implant them in another female's body. But... she would take her time with this one, smiling before moving to run her tongue up the human's face, causing the female to mutter in disgust, grimacing.
Her tongue was long, sticky and slimy, and it left a trail of sweet-tasting saliva across her countenance. The woman continued to squirm, the alien's breasts pressing to the female's through their clothing. The alien delighted in the rippling of her chest, the way the human's struggling so erotically massaged her mounds, the feeling of their bodies rubbing across and against one another.
At the same time, the alien's tail had begun snaking its way towards the human's wrists, slowly tying them together above the woman's head, so that the alien was free to slip downwards. It was tricky to get the human's hands together, though the alien managed it by distracting her with more slow, firm licks to the woman's face, letting her slimy muscle glide up the woman's flesh. She groaned and shivered, trying to fight back, all the while grimacing in disgust. She muttered, before trying to break free of the alien's grasp.
It didn't succeed, and soon, her wrists were bound above her head. The alien hissed in delight, and proceeded to slowly travel down the woman's body... undoing the zipper and buttons of her attire as she did, slowly exposing the human's form. The woman widened her eyes, and she adopted an almost manic expression.
"The fuck are you doing!? Get off me!" she shouted, cursing and speaking with such a vicious tone.
The alien didn't listen. She was starting to reveal more and more of the human, and the smooth body beneath the clothes was far too enticing for her to simply ignore, applying wet licks and slow, sloppy kisses to various parts of her torso, pecking her breasts all over, gently flicking her nipples with the tip of her tongue before doing the same to her stomach as the alien dropped further down. The human tasted nicely, even if it was something other humans wouldn't have agreed upon, the sweat trapped by the woman's clothes giving the alien a most unique flavour about the woman.
