Chapter 5 - (ALIEN) YOU vs Xenomorphs!
FEMALE VERSION
It's a dark and lonely job, working the night-shift in the Weyland-Yutani Xenobiological Research Facility within the Xenomoprh Containment Sector. Basically, you were just sat in this lonely corridor, all by yourself, with nothing to do for seven hours but be bored and stare down a dark corridor into the six faintly lit cells containing the aforementioned Xenomorphs. They don't allow games or movies down here, the eggheads say it'll disturb the subjects or some shit, and thus it really is very, very boring.
The Xenomorph subjects themselves don't feel any better, to be frank. They aren't restrained in their cells, but that's not much reassurance given the cells are pretty small and are empty of anything remotely interesting. There's six of them, currently, not including the Queen who's locked up somewhere else, and they're all equally antsy. Xenomorphs were aggressive creatures to begin with, always attacking anything that wasn't their kind, and being locked up with no room to crawl around and separate from their Matriarch only made them even more irritable.
But recently, you, in all your crude genius, have come up with a solution that leaves you feeling less bored during the night shift and leaves the subjects feeling less completely demented by fury. The solution to these mutual problems of inactivity has been, as it often is, sex.
Now, Xenomorphs, you know they're pretty ferocious beasts who reproduce by having hand-spider things rape people's faces and then having the spawn rip them open from the inside and head off to kill more people or give them to face-raping hand-spider things, but that's just one side of them. The other side is far more attractive; Xenomorphs were quite similar to human females in that they were curvaceous creatures, with wide hips tapering down into alluring thighs below a rounded ass that shone like metal under light. Their faces were quite round and feminine at the front, with plump luscious lips encapsulating a maw of sharp teeth and the inner mouth within, and the lack of eyes, ears or a nose doesn't detract from the way they can coyly smile. And the tits on them, holy shit, big smooth round tits that proved quite perky despite their football-esque size (the eggheads say the alien's reinforced carapace provided the support) and tipped with light gray nipples that looked oh so tantalizing.
You haven't actually seen her, but you've heard it through the grapevine that the Queen's tits are even bigger. And not just because she herself is gigantic, at least five times the size of a drone, but that they're proportionally bigger in general. Sounded awesome, and there's always that nestled hope within you that you'll get to see her and her Queenly tits one day.
Anyway, back to the point; Xenomorphs were pretty sexy despite their rap, and it turns out that a bored Xenomorph will have no objections resorting to sexual acts if it means they can do something other than just sit around snarling. And as it turns out, they'd even tolerate a human to fulfill that endeavor, without the needs of ripping their head off or whatever. You know this because you yourself discovered this the first day your depravities led you into a cell and into a hell of a night with one of them. Since then, it's become your evening ritual, your release from boredom, to systematically get into the cells and get into some alien pussy.
Beats just sitting there, right? Right?
Anyway, when you take your shift that night, with everyone else gone until tomorrow, Specimen 1 is waiting for you, lips curled up in an alluring smile that dribbles with the perpetual drool, claws tapping against the glass as she teasingly rubs her breasts against it the see-through barrier. Hefty orbs of obsidian are tantalizingly pressed up against the glass. You shudder a little as you watch those tits squeak ever so slightly as the alien rubs them up and down ever so slowly. Ooh, it's making you so wet right now; you can practically feel the heat pooling inside as you stare at her rack.
Let's get to work then.
A tilt of your gun at her and she obligingly retreats to the far corner. You and she and the rest may have a friends-with-benefits kind of deal going on, but you're not about to risk a Xenomorph making a dash for the open door. You type the access code into the keypad, and the door hisses as the locks retreat. You open it, keeping your gun aimed at her, and swiftly move in. You always shut the door behind you, always, and lock it too. No amount of hot interspecies lesbian sex is worth losing your job (or life) over if one of them escaped and killed everyone.
You're in and the room is secure. Specimen 1 is smirking slightly, a claw teasing at the pale green flesh of her inner labia as she watches you. You smile in return as you drop the gun and move to undress yourself. Even without eyes, the way she stares at you is all too reminiscent of some eager youngster anticipating their first glimpse of something sexy. It's flattering that a parasitic monster may consider you attractive; you certainly find her sexy enough. Regardless, as soon as the pants are off and you're finally nude before her, she's ready for action, leaning back against the metal wall and opening thick black thighs for you to gaze upon the vagina between them. It's similar to a human vagina, paler muscle surrounded by a labia, albeit with no clitoris, and equally as alluring to behold.
The eggheads confirmed a while ago that only the blood was acidic; the rest of her was pretty safe, albeit possibly damaging to the teeth (good thing you brought mouthwash). Ergo, eating out a Xenomorph was no unthinkable concept, and it proved to be a very rewarding concept too. Claws dip down and gently pry the outer edges of her labia, more obviously exposing the sweet pale green innards, tail swaying behind her, and she gives a kind of hissy purr at you. She wants you to go down on her, and as of now you can think of nothing better.
Slowly, you get down and crawl to her, tongue trailing across your lips as you draw closer to your personal little heaven. Her vagina is tantalizing even from a distance, emitting a sweet scent akin to honey (the eggheads say Xenomorphs often utilized pheromones for a multitude of purposes) that has your mouth watering. Your hands reach out, grip firm black thighs for support, and you lean in to kiss at her outer skin. Her flavor is interesting, a kind of smooth liquorice-esque taste, and then it shifts to the sweet taste when your tongue dips in to probe at her inner flesh.
Ooh, she's lovely. Invigorated by her taste, her scent, you dive right in; lips work around her vagina as your tongue explores further into it, lapping up her fluids as a cat laps up milk. You moan into her cooch as you dig deeper, squeezing her thighs as you lick at her. She tastes so good, so good, and it all but makes up for her whole parasitic-monster-shtick.
And the way she hisses as you work at her, the guttural pleasured tone to it, it's pretty nice. She likes what you're doing, and a Xenomorph that likes what you're doing is a Xenomorph unlikely to disembowel you. She tilts her elongated head back and growls in pleasure, her drool dripping down her chin onto her chest as her clawed hands fondle her rack. The very notion of having this powerful killer groaning at your touch is an intriguing one, and you purr softly into her sensitive flesh, invigorated to have such a creature moaning for you.
You soon disengage from her pussy, gasping for air as you gaze at the slimy flesh, before you move up the smooth obsidian body and greet her breasts. Oh, how you love their breasts, how huge and round they were, how utterly gorgeous they were, and you want nothing more than to just play with them forever. They're plenty bigger than yours, some might sneer, but you don't care; you're the one who'll play with them. She cups them in her claws, hisses softly, all but begging you to enjoy them, and you do so indeed; you shove your face right into the firm bosom and motorboat them enthusiastically, blowing wildly across the tits as the alien squeals in delight.
Spitting and dribbling on her rack throughout your fun, you soon withdraw for a gasp of air, grinning teasingly at the purring alien, before you take her breasts into your hands and firmly squeeze them, earning a hiss of approval. Ooh, they're heavy, but soft, kind of like a particularly hefty water balloon, and you jiggle them in your hand for a moment just to enjoy the feeling, before leaning in and taking the left nipple, erect and perky, into your mouth; the taste is fairly exotic, like some kind of liquorice, and highly appealing. She moans softly at that, her tail stroking your back as a gesture of appreciation, before you start to suck on it, hard and eager, as if trying to get a drink from it.
Much as you enjoy sucking on her breasts, it's just a shame you've never gotten milk from them; the eggheads say that the drones can produce milk, but only if the Queen lets them. The Queen herself, from what you've heard, produces milk like a cow on steroids; apparently shes uses it to feed the facehuggers, keep them nice and energized for when they have to go find a host. Apparently the eggheads have been harvesting her titty juice as happily as they have her eggs, and you idly consider scouting around for it at some point.
Anyway, you continue to suckle on her breasts, the malleable black skin quite soft under your hands, yet with a trace of firmness befitting the alien's carapace. Ooh, it's always to have their tits, just so sweet to feel them and taste them. You switch orbs, starting sucking on the right with as much fervor as you had done for the left. All the while, your alien buddy hisses in pleasure, claws tenderly running through your hair in approval. To think a Xenomorph could be nice enough to pet you, but then, that's probably what you get for pleasing her. Smiling to yourself, you maintain your suckling and fondling, all while enjoying the sounds of her purrs.
A few more moments of indulgence and then you're withdrawing, gasping for air as you leave her nipples covered in drool, and it's about time too, because the smirk she gives you means she's ready for more.
She graciously returns the favor for your cunnilingus and boobplay now, ever a sweetheart despite being a vicious alien monster. Pushing you back, spreading your legs, she flashes a fanged grin before leaning down and gently kissing the outer rim of your vagina; plenty of nights together have made her good at it, and she knows where and how to kiss to get you nicely worked up. You whimper a little as she nuzzles your clit, before she widens her mouth and puts her lips around, the faint hardness of fangs just behind her smooth lips. Ooh, it feels good, how she eats you out, and you moan profusely as she runs her lips around your snatch, her tail waggling in fondness for your taste.
Ooh, and to top it off, she has this trick where the inner mouth comes out past the kissing lips and thrusts straight into you, a piercing sensation that has you groaning heavily. Apparently it has massive force behind it, enough to pierce metal and rip through bone and flesh, but right now it makes for an ideal make-shift dildo, complimenting her lips sucking softly at your labia with the strong thrusts into your depths, grinding against inner walls with impressive gusto. Having two mouths had its uses, clearly.
You're both pretty soaked at this point; she has fluids spilling out across her lips, brought out by the inner mouth thrusting into you, and her own pussy is dribbling as profusely as her mouth. As much you love her cunt-eating, you can't wait for release and decide it's time to take things further. You stroke her long smooth head on thinking this, gently informing her of the need for greater release, and she obliges you by releasing your snatch and leaning back onto her rear, maintaining that fang-baring grin of hers. What's to come next is a favorite of hers, and you're fond of it yourself, as you gently rub on your vagina, readying it for the next stage, and spread your legs just as she does.
Legs spread, you shuffle forwards to her until your hips gently bump together. Ooh, you can feel her wet warmth right against yours, and it's enthralling in how pleasant it feels. Licking your lips, you push your cooch into hers until your clit is nestled in the obsidian folds of her outer labia, and groan softly as the sensations of her warm flesh around your sensitive bud flicker through your entire body. Scissoring an alien was never part of your job description, but you're thankful for it regardless.
Confirming you're locked onto her, you begin to slowly push your slit up the length of hers. It's a smooth ride that has you gasping slightly in pleasure, your sensitive bud quivering in her warm flesh, before hitting the rim. She hisses softly, approvingly, a claw cupping a huge breast and squeezing, and you slide back down. Ooh, it feels so good, so good, to just rub against her hot groin with your own, and you close your eyes to just revel in it for a moment, before pushing back up, then down, so on and so forth until you're sliding into her like it's something you've done forever.
With a rhythm established, she becomes more proactive in the tribadism, grinding her own hips against yours, hissing softly as she enjoys herself. You just offer a murmur as she adds her own actions to the mix, a haphazard grinding of nether regions that has both of you cooing and shuddering in pleasure. She manages to grin at you, fangs gleaming under the faint light, and you grin back, before both of you grit your teeth and start rubbing more aggressively, both pussies emitting vague squelching sounds as their wet flesh mashed together.
You grind snatches with her roughly, the both of you starting to get more involved, both intense. Orgasms are building up, and the road to them is zealous in its lust. Her tail coils around your torso, snaking between your breasts, the bladed tip coming to rest inches from your throat. The way she smiles as you whimper, it's quite devilish. She means no harm, but she does enjoy reminding you of how easily she could chop off your head if she so wished. You tolerate the gesture with a vague smile and continue rubbing against her, content to massage your clit in her damp flesh, pushing it into her slit with grand satisfaction and rubbing it around with relish.
You can feel it building inside; the heat is swelling, as if it were magma in a volcano. Ooh, it's so hot, this whole room seems to be so hot, and you moan profusely on feeling it. She's got it too, the way she hisses, the way you can faintly hear the other drones in the room hissing, sensing their sister's ecstasy. The eggheads said they had a connection, some kind of a hive mind, and the thought of them feeling the pleasure you put on their sister is satisfying. Closing your eyes, giving into your pleasure, you mindlessly thrust into her and thrust and thrust until you have everything and yet nothing to give.
When orgasm comes, it comes hard. You throw your head back and wail ecstatically as your orgasm overtakes you, your inner walls tightening as your fluids spill. Her own orgasm has her hissing fiercely, a chilling sound that goes right to your bones, with her tail waving wildly as her own juices pour out against your vagina and hips. It's a veritable flood of pleasure spilling out between you, the two of you moaning and squealing in ecstasy as you revel in warm fluids draping over your hips, the other drones howling triumphantly in their sister's finale. And then it's over.
You take a moment to regain yourself as you slowly push away from her, breathing in deeply as her tail unravels from you and limply flops at her side. She's smiling her predatory smile as she breathes, staring at you with an eyeless face bearing a very pleased expression. It's another good night, and both of you love a good night.
When you've regained yourself, you pick up your clothes in one hand, your gun in the other and you coerce her to go back to the corner, always watching her from the corner of your eye as you unlock the door. Even orgasms can't distract you from making sure they didn't escape. You exit swiftly and close the door behind you and lock it, as always. Specimen 1 is sad to see you go, but she contents herself by having her tail scrape up the fluids from her hips and 'licks' it off of the bladed tip. You watch her for a moment, content to observe how her inner mouth darts out to snatch up little droplets of your cum dangling from the tail, before you set off to the cell opposite hers.
Specimen 2 is beckoning you to her, her tail snaked between her legs and grinding against her dripping snatch, the other four are eagerly anticipating their turn and the night is still young. And to think, you used to believe the night shift would be lame.
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MALE VERSION
It's a dark and lonely job, working the night-shift in the Weyland-Yutani Xenobiological Research Facility within the Xenomoprh Containment Sector. Basically, you were just sat in this lonely corridor, all by yourself, with nothing to do for seven hours but be bored and stare down a dark corridor into the six faintly lit cells containing the aforementioned Xenomorphs. They don't allow games or movies down here, the eggheads say it'll disturb the subjects or some shit, and thus it really is very, very boring.
The Xenomorph subjects themselves don't feel any better, to be frank. They aren't restrained in their cells, but that's not much reassurance given the cells are pretty small and are empty of anything remotely interesting. There's six of them, currently, not including the Queen who's locked up somewhere else, and they're all equally antsy. Xenomorphs were aggressive creatures to begin with, always attacking anything that wasn't their kind, and being locked up with no room to crawl around and separate from their Matriarch only made them even more irritable.
But recently, you, in all your crude genius, have come up with a solution that leaves you feeling less bored during the night shift and leaves the subjects feeling less completely demented by fury. The solution to these mutual problems of inactivity has been, as it often is, sex.
Now, Xenomorphs, you know they're pretty ferocious beasts who reproduce by having hand-spider things rape people's faces and then having the spawn rip them open from the inside and head off to kill more people or give them to face-raping hand-spider things, but that's just one side of them. The other side is far more attractive; Xenomorphs were quite similar to human females in that they were curvaceous creatures, with wide hips tapering down into alluring thighs below a rounded ass that shone like metal under light. Their faces were quite round and feminine at the front, with plump luscious lips encapsulating a maw of sharp teeth and the inner mouth within, and the lack of eyes, ears or a nose doesn't detract from the way they can coyly smile. And the tits on them, holy shit, big smooth round tits that proved quite perky despite their football-esque size (the eggheads say the alien's reinforced carapace provided the support) and tipped with light gray nipples that looked oh so tantalizing.
You haven't actually seen her, but you've heard it through the grapevine that the Queen's tits are even bigger. And not just because she herself is gigantic, at least five times the size of a drone, but that they're proportionally bigger in general. Sounded awesome, and there's always that nestled hope within you that you'll get to see her and her Queenly tits one day.
Anyway, back to the point; Xenomorphs were pretty sexy despite their rap, and it turns out that a bored Xenomorph will have no objections resorting to sexual acts if it means they can do something other than just sit around snarling. And as it turns out, they'd even tolerate a human to fulfill that endeavor, without the needs of ripping their head off or whatever. You know this because you yourself discovered this the first day your depravities led you into a cell and into a hell of a night with one of them. Since then, it's become your evening ritual, your release from boredom, to systematically get into the cells and get into some alien pussy.
Beats just sitting there, right? Right?
Anyway, when you take your shift that night, with everyone else gone until tomorrow, Specimen 1 is waiting for you, lips curled up in an alluring smile that dribbles with the perpetual drool, claws tapping against the glass as she teasingly rubs her breasts against it the see-through barrier. Hefty orbs of obsidian are tantalizingly pressed up against the glass. You shudder a little as you watch those tits squeak ever so slightly as the alien rubs them up and down ever so slowly. Ooh, it's making you so hard right now; you can practically feel the heat throbbing through your length as you stare at her rack.
Let's get to work then.
A tilt of your gun at her and she obligingly retreats to the far corner. You and she and the rest may have a friends-with-benefits kind of deal going on, but you're not about to risk a Xenomorph making a dash for the open door. You type the access code into the keypad, and the door hisses as the locks retreat. You open it, keeping your gun aimed at her, and swiftly move in. You always shut the door behind you, always, and lock it too. No amount of hot interspecies sex is worth losing your job (or life) over if one of them escaped and killed everyone.
You're in and the room is secure. Specimen 1 is smirking slightly, a claw teasing at the pale green flesh of her inner labia as she watches you. You smile in return as you drop the gun and move to undress yourself. Even without eyes, the way she stares at you is all too reminiscent of some eager youngster anticipating their first glimpse of something sexy. It's flattering that a parasitic monster may consider you attractive; you certainly find her sexy enough. Regardless, as soon as the pants are off and you're finally nude before her, she's ready for action, leaning back against the metal wall and opening thick black thighs for you to gaze upon the vagina between them. It's similar to a human vagina, paler muscle surrounded by a labia, albeit with no clitoris, and equally as alluring to behold.
The eggheads confirmed a while ago that only the blood was acidic; the rest of her was pretty safe, albeit possibly damaging to the teeth (good thing you brought mouthwash). Ergo, eating out a Xenomorph was no unthinkable concept, and it proved to be a very rewarding concept too. Claws dip down and gently pry the outer edges of her labia, more obviously exposing the sweet pale green innards, tail swaying behind her, and she gives a kind of hissy purr at you. She wants you to go down on her, and as of now you can think of nothing better.
Slowly, you get down and crawl to her, tongue trailing across your lips as you draw closer to your personal little heaven. Her vagina is tantalizing even from a distance, emitting a sweet scent akin to honey (the eggheads say Xenomorphs often utilized pheromones for a multitude of purposes) that has your mouth watering. Your hands reach out, grip firm black thighs for support, and you lean in to kiss at her outer skin. Her flavor is interesting, a kind of smooth liquorice-esque taste, and then it shifts to the sweet taste when your tongue dips in to probe at her inner flesh.
Ooh, she's lovely. Invigorated by her taste, her scent, you dive right in; lips work around her vagina as your tongue explores further into it, lapping up her fluids as a cat laps up milk. You moan into her cooch as you dig deeper, squeezing her thighs as you lick at her. She tastes so good, so good, and it all but makes up for her whole parasitic-monster-shtick.
And the way she hisses as you work at her, the guttural pleasured tone to it, it's pretty nice. She likes what you're doing, and a Xenomorph that likes what you're doing is a Xenomorph unlikely to disembowel you. She tilts her elongated head back and growls in pleasure, her drool dripping down her chin onto her chest as her clawed hands fondle her rack. The very notion of having this powerful killer groaning at your touch is an intriguing one, and you purr softly into her sensitive flesh, invigorated to have such a creature moaning for you.
You soon disengage from her pussy, gasping for air as you gaze at the slimy flesh, before you move up the smooth obsidian body and greet her breasts. Oh, how you love their breasts, how huge and round they were, how utterly gorgeous they were, and you want nothing more than to just play with them forever. She cups them in her claws, hisses softly, all but begging you to enjoy them, and you do so indeed; you shove your face right into the firm bosom and motorboat them enthusiastically, blowing wildly across the tits as the alien squeals in delight.
Spitting and dribbling on her rack throughout your fun, you soon withdraw for a gasp of air, grinning teasingly at the purring alien, before you take her breasts into your hands and firmly squeeze them, earning a hiss of approval. Ooh, they're heavy, but soft, kind of like a particularly hefty water balloon, and you jiggle them in your hand for a moment just to enjoy the feeling, before leaning in and taking the left nipple, erect and perky, into your mouth; the taste is fairly exotic, like some kind of liquorice, and highly appealing. She moans softly at that, her tail stroking your back as a gesture of appreciation, before you start to suck on it, hard and eager, as if trying to get a drink from it.
Much as you enjoy sucking on her breasts, it's just a shame you've never gotten milk from them; the eggheads say that the drones can produce milk, but only if the Queen lets them. The Queen herself, from what you've heard, produces milk like a cow on steroids; apparently shes uses it to feed the facehuggers, keep them nice and energized for when they have to go find a host. Apparently the eggheads have been harvesting her titty juice as happily as they have her eggs, and you idly consider scouting around for it at some point.
Anyway, you continue to suckle on her breasts, the malleable black skin quite soft under your hands, yet with a trace of firmness befitting the alien's carapace. Ooh, it's always to have their tits, just so sweet to feel them and taste them. You switch orbs, starting sucking on the right with as much fervor as you had done for the left. All the while, your alien buddy hisses in pleasure, claws tenderly running through your hair in approval. To think a Xenomorph could be nice enough to pet you, but then, that's probably what you get for pleasing her. Smiling to yourself, you maintain your suckling and fondling, all while enjoying the sounds of her purrs.
A few more moments of indulgence and then you're withdrawing, gasping for air as you leave her nipples covered in drool, and it's about time too, because the smirk she gives you means she's ready for more.
She graciously returns the favor for your cunnilingus and boobplay now, ever a sweetheart despite being a vicious alien monster. Pushing you back, spreading your legs, she flashes a fanged grin before leaning down and gently kissing the tip of your cock; plenty of nights together have made her good at it, and she knows where and how to kiss to get you nicely worked up. You whimper a little as she nuzzles your shaft, before she widens her mouth and puts her lips around it, the faint hardness of fangs teasingly scraping over your length just behind the soft lips. Ooh, it feels good, how she takes you in, and you moan profusely as she runs her lips up and down your penis, her tail waggling in fondness for your taste.
Ooh, and to top it off, she has this trick where the inner mouth inside puts its own toothy kiss to your tip, a little tease to your already stimulated shaft that has you groaning heavily. Apparently it has massive force behind it, enough to pierce metal and rip through bone and flesh, but right now it makes for an ideal extra touch to her fellatio, complimenting her lips sucking softly over your cock, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through you. Having two mouths had its uses, clearly.
You're both pretty excited at this point; she has pre-cum spilling out across her lips, sucked up by the inner mouth at your tip, and her pussy is dribbling as profusely as her mouth. As much you love her cock-sucking, you can't wait for release and decide it's time to take things further. You stroke her long smooth head on thinking this, gently informing her of the need for greater release, and she obliges you by releasing your penis and twisting around onto her hands and knees, maintaining that fang-baring grin of hers. What's to come next is a favorite of hers, and you're fond of it yourself, as you gently rub your dick, readying it for the next stage, as you watch her spread her legs.
With her offering herself, you shuffle forwards to her until your tip bumps against her dribblng cunt. Ooh, you can feel her wet warmth right against your sensitive length, and it's enthralling in how pleasant it feels. Licking your lips, you slowly push your cock into her until at least half of it is nestled inside of her, and groan softly as the sensations of her warm flesh around your sensitive length run through your entire body. Fucking an alien was never part of your job description, but you're thankful for it regardless.
Confirming you're locked into her, you begin to slowly push your member deeper into her, gripping her round ass for support. It's a smooth ride that has you gasping slightly in pleasure, your length throbbing inside of her warm flesh, before hitting the end of the tunnel. She hisses softly, approvingly, a claw cupping a huge breast and squeezing, and you pull back out. Ooh, it feels so good, so good, to just rub against her hot innards with your dick, and you close your eyes to just revel in it for a moment, before pushing back in, then out, so on and so forth until you're sliding into her like it's something you've done forever.
With a rhythm established, she becomes more proactive in the intercourse, pushing her own hips against yours, hissing softly as she enjoys herself. You just offer a murmur as she adds her own actions to the mix, a haphazard bumping of nether regions that has both of you cooing and shuddering in pleasure. She manages to turn her head and grin at you, fangs gleaming under the faint light, and you grin back, before both of you grit your teeth and start thrusting more aggressively, her pussy emitting vague squelching sounds as your cock slams into it.
You fuck her roughly, quickly, the both of you starting to get more involved, both intense. Orgasms are building up, and the road to them is zealous in its lust. Her tail coils around your torso, the bladed tip coming to rest inches from your throat. The way she smiles as you whimper, it's quite devilish. She means no harm, but she does enjoy reminding you of how easily she could chop off your head if she so wished. You tolerate the gesture with a vague smile and continue thrusting in and out of her, content to pound her hot snatch with gusto, pushing it deeply into her with grand satisfaction and teasingly pulling it back out with relish.
You can feel it building inside; the heat is swelling, as if it were magma in a volcano. Ooh, it's so hot, this whole room seems to be so hot, and you moan profusely on feeling it. She's got it too, the way she hisses, the way you can faintly hear the other drones in the room hissing, sensing their sister's ecstasy. The eggheads said they had a connection, some kind of a hive mind, and the thought of them feeling the pleasure you put on their sister is satisfying. Closing your eyes, giving into your pleasure, you mindlessly thrust into her and thrust and thrust until you have everything and yet nothing to give.
When orgasm comes, it comes hard. You throw your head back and wail ecstatically as your orgasm overtakes you, your cock throbbing as it sprays your seed into her. Her own orgasm has her hissing fiercely, a chilling sound that goes right to your bones, with her tail waving wildly as her hole tightens around your member and her juices pour out against your hips. It's a veritable flood of pleasure spilling out between you, the two of you moaning and squealing in ecstasy as you revel in warm fluids draping over your hips, warm cum filling her, the other drones howling triumphantly in their sister's finale. And then it's over.
You take a moment to regain yourself as you slowly push away from her, pulling your softening cock out of her and letting a small stream of cum dribble out of her, breathing in deeply as her tail unravels from you and limply flops at her side. She's smiling her predatory smile as she breathes, staring at you with an eyeless face bearing a very pleased expression. It's another good night, and both of you love a good night.
When you've regained yourself, you pick up your clothes in one hand, your gun in the other and you coerce her to go back to the corner, always watching her from the corner of your eye as you unlock the door. Even orgasms can't distract you from making sure they didn't escape. You exit swiftly and close the door behind you and lock it, as always. Specimen 1 is sad to see you go, but she contents herself by having her tail scrape up the fluids from her hips and 'licks' it off of the bladed tip. You watch her for a moment, content to observe how her inner mouth darts out to snatch up little droplets of your cum dangling from the tail, before you set off to the cell opposite hers.
Specimen 2 is beckoning you to her, her tail snaked between her legs and grinding against her dripping snatch, the other four are eagerly anticipating their turn and the night is still young. And to think, you used to believe the night shift would be lame.