A/N: Sorry this one took so long to get out; life stuff and all that.
"So anyway, turns out that the drone had actually found some pretty interesting stuff during its scan of the planet, but because I'd forgotten about it, I've just had a bunch of exciting mysterious energy readings sitting on my computer, collecting dust. I'd honestly love to go explore and find out what's up, but I think even more exciting than that is discovering more about the science and applications of telepathy," Tyler rambled. Jake had only really been half paying attention to the scientist's spiel, his concentration shifted more towards the coffee he was nursing between non-committal grunts of affirmation. They had spent a good portion of the early morning like this, sitting across from each other in their favourite café with their Xenomorphs by their sides.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, having noticed he hadn't really had the marine's full attention. "Not to mention, 'Vee and I plan to have a day today."
"A day?" Jake repeated, immediately focusing on the man's words.
"Well, a morning. She's gonna help me with some experiments, and in return, I'm going to teach her everything about the wider universe that you haven't. Well, I'm going to make an attempt, anyway; something tells me there's going to be a lot of gaps to fill."
"Yeah yeah," Jake dismissed him, having heard it all before. "I guess I'll see if Jeica needs anything done; she'll probably want a hand with screening all the marines here, making sure they're not gonna stab us in the back first chance they get. Anyway, you guys have fun – but not too much fun."
"Jacob, we're going to be spending a couple of hours talking about politics, science and technology. Not even I, in all my infinite intellect, can dull the amount of fun we'll be having."
"Well, teach me something when you get back," Jake told his girlfriend, before standing, stretching, and wandering out of the small café. Not before catching the sly grin Advena was beaming – the same one she always wore when she had some cheeky plan in her devious mind. The sergeant could do nothing but huff amusedly and anxiously await their reunion.
Advena, for her part, watched her lover leave while she downed the rest of her coffee. Tyler was waiting politely for her, busying himself with something inconsequential on his PDA so as not to make her feel awkward, having finished his own drink and meal long ago.
"I love slow mornings," Advena commented idly, swirling what little remained in her cup around in slow circles. Tyler glanced up curiously from his device, sheepishly closing the RTS game he'd been playing. "I don't really have the heart to take it up with Jacob, but sometimes I wonder if I'm cut out to be a soldier."
"You're good at it," Tyler told her cautiously.
"That's not really in question. It's more if I want to do it, rather than if I can do it. All the rules, the training, the stress… I don't know. I think I'd be happier doing something a bit quieter. But that won't be possible until we win this war, so there's not much point fretting about it. Anyway, my point was that I like slow mornings."
"Yeah, I guess it is kinda nice not having to worry about getting mauled, shot, kidnapped or experimented on for a while," Tyler agreed. "Shall we get going then?"
"Sure." As they left the quiet café and made towards Tyler's home, they briefly chatted about the sorts of things Tyler wanted to teach her, and about how he wanted to concentrate on space and nations for the day, seeing as that seemed pretty vital to understanding why the whole war was being fought in the first place. When they arrived, Advena was surprised to note the garage-like structure which had been under construction for many weeks had been completed and attached to the side of Tyler's space-shuttle-home. It was there that they entered, and Advena was given a chance to look around the rather bare, but large, room.
The only pieces of furniture present were the benches which were fixed to the walls and the holo-table which had been set up in the middle. It wasn't in a designated room, so the spindly frame which supported the cameras and projectors high above the table's surface weren't hidden away in the shadows of the room like they usually were. Tyler told Advena to wait beside it and that he'd be right back, before promptly disappearing through the airlock door which protruded through one of the building's walls, no doubt leading into the shuttle.
Advena simply studied the room for a moment, discerning that this was probably going to be Tyler's lab – completed just in the nick of time, apparently, as some of the benches were already stocked up with bits and pieces Tyler had produced using their recently-acquired factory. Half-finished devices and the occasional suspicious flask of liquid rested on many surfaces, and Advena even recognised the skeleton of a Pulse Rifle's inner workings resting on a small stand – though whether it was being pulled apart or put together was impossible to tell.
Finally, Tyler returned – albeit in Sal's body – carrying a small ring-shaped device which looked unsettlingly familiar, yet distinct enough that she couldn't recall what it reminded her of.
"Oh, uh, Sal needs my body to record the results of this experiment. Y'know, Xeno fingers being big and clumsy and all. Er, no offense," Tyler gushed as he paced over. Advena waved his concern off, being well aware of her kind's annoying inability to fluently interact with human technology. Though Tyler had been doing a good job of custom-engineering stuff for her when he had the time, like when he extended the trigger guard on her Pulse Rifle – good Lord that had felt so much better. "Now I know you probably aren't very fond of collars –"
Of course, now she knew why the device looked so familiar. It certainly held some similarities to the shock collar she had been forced to wear back on Reveles Station. She hissed reflexively at it and backed away slightly. "This one is different!" Tyler protested. "It's the most convenient design I could come up with. I promise it can't hurt you – all it can do at the moment is monitor telepathic activity, that's it."
Advena peered at it suspiciously, finding that it did, indeed, upon further inspection have quite a few differences in its design from her old shock collar. It consisted of a small round device with a large LED on the front and a strap with a cord which ran to a small box on the back. A small red light blinked periodically, indicating the device was on. Tyler lifted his head and pointed at his own neck, where an identical collar was nestled comfortably, blinking away. "I'll explain more about it after I've taught you more about the universe – you don't have to wear it now, just keep it close by as it only has a short range."
Reluctantly, she extended a hand and accepted the device from Tyler, dutifully clutching it close to her chest, but refusing to put it on for the moment. "Now, on to the good part." With an awkward flourish due to his temporary size, Tyler swept a hand across the holo-table controls, activating it as well as apparently putting in a mess of letters, numbers and symbols into the interface. He cursed and fumbled for a moment, deleting the characters from the search bar and painstakingly bringing up a folder marked ' '. Finally, the projector flickered away from the dull blue interface and was replaced by an awe-inspiring burst of twinkling white lights; stars.
The map zoomed in on one star in particular, showing a small collection of planets orbiting around it with a large yellow arrow indicating towards the second planet from the vibrant star. "That planet there, is us; planet Altin. Planet Altin is in American owned space, as you know, but what you probably haven't heard of is a divide between what we call the 'Core Worlds' and the 'Rim Worlds'." Tyler made a motion like he was trying to clap his hands on the holographic projection of Altin, and the map zoomed back out. He traced a circle around an arbitrary collection of stars, leaving a deep blue trail behind on the projection. He then made another farther out, this time in yellow. Advena watched, enraptured, as the circles calculated themselves into spheres. It was odd how small the blue sphere was compared to the enormous yellow sphere.
Tyler, however, was quick to explain this. "Back on Earth, before the whole Federation business went down, there were fifty states of America. Now that Earth is under Federation control and we can't go back there, we decided to re-create the fifty states, this time as entire planets, each in its own star system. These fifty stars are the Core Worlds, in the blue circle. The Core Worlds are your average utopia; everyone is happy, having a job is basically optional, healthcare is virtually free, every aspect of your life is automated and you are catered to twenty-four-seven. Now out here…"
Tyler pointed at the significantly larger yellow sphere which surrounded and encased its smaller counterpart. "In the Rim Worlds is your typical dystopia. Out here everyone is disposable and works dangerous jobs every day of their lives just to earn table scraps. Out here, people disappear just like that." Here Tyler paused to snap his fingers dramatically, despite the fact his awkward handling of his digits didn't produce any noise. "Because out here is where the Wey-Yu does all its dirty human experimentation and weapons testing and illegal, immoral crap that they don't want the prissy brats in the Core Worlds to see. Out here is where the Wey-Yu forces human beings into what is essentially slave labour to fuel their shiny empire of aristocrat shit-stains."
Tyler let that one sink in for a moment before continuing, checking that Advena was still willing to listen. "But, an important result of this is the differences in our militaries. Oh sure, the only soldiers you'll find in American space are Colonial Marines, but the Core World Colonial Marines would turn their noses up at any Rim Worlder who dares call themselves a real soldier. They would scoff and think about how dirty and savage we are. But the thing about them is that, sure they have training and the best gadgets, but they don't have experience. They're all there for show, to make the citizens feel they are well-protected. They're still blindly following protocols written two centuries ago, while out here, we've learned to throw the book away and adapt. Sure, our marines can't pull off a parade formation and most of the time the chain of command is pretty fucking compromised, but you know what we can do? Hold our own against Xenomorphs. Let me tell you, if even one of you rocks up at their door, they're either going to piss themselves and run or get absolutely slaughtered. This, this is our advantage. Their self-imposed isolation from reality is how we can get these fuckers and take down the Wey-Yu. It's our one chance."
"Tyler," Advena gasped in mock-shock, even going so far as to hold a hand over her chest daintily. "For a moment there it almost sounded like you actually believed we could win this war." In fact, she didn't dare say it aloud, but the passion behind his words hinted at the fact he might actually be invested in their cause as well, despite his talk of being a 'Rogue Element' and excuses of 'being kidnapped'.
"As long as you people keep listening to me, we just might," Tyler jibed with his newfound cool. "Now, you've met Russians before, correct?" Advena nodded. She'd never really had a proper conversation with their temporary Russian friend way back when, but she'd seen enough of her to understand the whole 'different nations' thing. Also, Jacob had explained the significance of the Russian Revolution which was all over the news and how the Weyland-Yutani had been ostracised from their country so the Russian Corporate were taking refuge in America and other things which made her head hurt. Human politics were so much more complex than Xenomorphs'.
Tyler quickly regained her attention by waving his hand over a section of space to the left of the yellow American bubble – relative to her, of course. It lit up with a large red sphere, only slightly bigger than the yellow one. "Russian space," Tyler explained simply. "Note how relatively small the distance between us is. That's a month's trip by a standard American ship, or a few hours by our fancy new Anchor-class Russian ship. Considering the vastness of this galaxy, let alone the universe, that's pretty close. Now over here, about six months' journey from American space…" Another gesture, and this time, instead of a bubble, a massive wall of white encompassed the entire right side of the map, stretching as far as the holo-table was capable of projecting. "That is Federation space. Anyone who goes there never comes back. Shot down? Imprisoned? Immigrated? Nobody knows because they basically refuse to talk to us at this point."
"Okay, but I'm confused. If the Weyland-Yutani Corporation manufactures everything in both American and Russian space, how come Russian ships are better than American ships?"
"Actually, I wondered that as well. Curiously enough, the Russians equip their soldiers with tech that the American people have outdated half a century ago. My guess is that it's a contingency plan of sorts; you give the Russians good ships but bad weapons, and maybe the Chinese have really powerful computers but shit ships and weapons. That way, no one nation has every piece of the puzzle, but the Wey-Yu, which has its fingers in all the pies, has access to every piece of the most advanced tech from every nation."
"That way the Wey-Yu always stays on top because they have the best of everything, meanwhile the nations they rule only have the best of one thing. Makes sense," Advena agreed. "But we're in cahoots with the Russians now, which makes us stronger, right?" Tyler grimaced uncertainly, the gesture looking somewhat unusual on his alien features.
"I'm not sure. They certainly seem to want to help us out, but we don't know how far they'll go. Is their little gift where their generosity ends, or do they intend to supply us more? Will they fight by our sides? But most importantly: why? I can't figure out a justification for it all."
"Maybe they don't want the Wey-Yu to come back. They might not be able to win twice, especially if the USCM is bulking up their numbers. Or maybe they just really hate the Corporation so much they don't even want it in the bubble next door to them." Tyler was visibly confused for a moment, before realising the 'bubble' she was referring to was the yellow sphere still being projected between them. "I know I feel the same." The holo-table clicked off, bringing Advena back to reality before she could brood over all the wrongs the Corporation had done to her kind. Tyler made his way around to her side of the table and touched her shoulder reassuringly.
"Maybe that's enough politics for today. Let's move on to some heckin' cool science, eh?"
"Yeah, good idea. What do you need me to do?" Tyler's posture shifted slightly, and his head turned towards the door, where Sal, in the human's body, entered carrying a small tray of boxes and wires, hooked up to a small computer.
"I'm just going to need you to recite a few things," Sal – no wait, Tyler was back in his own body now. Advena placed a hand on her carapace while she sorted it out in her head. They shifted from one body to another so seamlessly; it was hard to keep track of them, even for her. Tyler set the tray down and plugged his PDA into it, before sitting down next to it and tapping something into the device. "Give me the alphabet."
"The alphabet?" Advena repeated, dumbfounded.
"Ah-ah! Please refrain from saying anything other than what I tell you. It disrupts the program." Right, answers would have to wait 'til after she jumped through his hoops. Any other scientist would have got a tail flicked in their face and a moody exit of the room, but she could tolerate this behaviour from Tyler. Dutifully, she ran through the alphabet aloud – or what passed as aloud in the land of telepathy. Tyler ran her through a few odd phrases, including something about a brown fox which was apparently fast. She was even faced with a few words she'd never heard of before, which Tyler eventually taught her, but something about his victorious smile told her that it was all part of his plan.
Finally, the human seemed satisfied, putting his PDA aside to address Advena more freely. "Alright, that should be enough to work with. Now, before we go any further into this, I'd like to introduce you to someone who'll be helping you." He clicked the computer on. Brief flashes of code danced across the screen, before the pixels converged together to make the featureless, blue silhouette of a man. A black box at the bottom of the screen spat out lines of text, reading: 'Welcome. Please input command:'. "This is VIGIL; the Virtual Intelligence for Guiding and Interfacing Language. He's going to help the translation matrix learn new words and translations based on context and the framework we've given him over the past couple of hours."
"Translation?" Advena inquired. Strange, she could hear herself speak. With her ears. She glanced down at the collar still clutched tightly in her hands. "Whoa… this is new," she proclaimed both telepathically and aloud. Every time she spoke, the LED on the front lit up orange, flashing with every syllable spoken.
"I've been working on a way to give Xenomorphs the ability to use radios and thought, hey, why not just strap a radio to them so non-telepaths can hear them too? And then I came up with a slightly more dignified way of doing so. A collar seemed the most comfortable and convenient way for a variety of human-psychology-related reasons, and the little light makes sure people know who's talking if there were to be a room full of Xenos wearing these things."
"And Sal… and Sal has one… wow, this is really disconcerting. Sal has one too? Why weren't you using it?"
"It's… complicated. The data I collected from you is your words, laced with your thought patterns and emotions. These… artefacts of your personality contaminate the words you say, so anyone who doesn't think and feel the same way you do wouldn't be picked up by the device. Seeing as Sal and I are different people, the device didn't pick up on the exact signals it was looking for in my telepathic voice, so it couldn't translate it. To counter this, I'll need at least a few dozen Xenomorphs' worth of data so I can find the common signals and filter out the artefacts. In theory of course; I haven't done nearly enough testing to confirm, but that seems like the most likely case. For that reason I'll need you to come back and check in every few days. For now, just go out and talk a bunch, let VIGIL learn new translations for you."
"Also, try directing your telepathy at the device," Sal advised through his collar. "Telepaths can get headaches if you keep talking both aloud and telepathically for too long."
"Just like whispering, I imagine?" She gave herself a self-satisfied grin as Tyler patted her flanks encouragingly.
"And this is why I always call you first. You'll lose the monotone after a bit, and once you figure things out you'll get more advanced control, like being able to whisper or yell."
"Oh man! There's – oh, there's a few people I can think of that I want to talk to!" Advena exclaimed, bouncing from foot to foot excitedly. Well, she seemed the exclaim anyway, as her collar didn't waver from its unenthused monotone.
"Just bear in mind the AI will be listening in. He's not advanced enough to have emotions or opinions or anything, but still, it's gonna be saved to his database. If you end up saying something you don't want to, hit that button there on the side." Tyler indicated a small protrusion painted red for convenience, and Advena nodded her understanding. "Now, despite what I just said, I've only tested the whole incompatibility thing between Sal and myself. Seeing as we're different species, it's entirely possible that Sal's data will come in handy for a fellow Xeno such as you, so VIGIL is loaded with all that. If you hit a glitch and start talking in Sal's voice, feel free to flag that as well and I'll work out the kinks in his algorithm as I go."
"Understood," Advena confirmed, mind already racing with what to do first. Come to think of it, there was someone she'd been wanting to talk to for a while now…
"Ah! Wait, one more thing. Well, two more things. Power switch is on the back, next to the clasp, don't get them mixed up. If you run out of power, come back here and I'll swap the battery out for you. Apart from that, you have my number – and calling me will actually do something for us now."
"Okay Tyler," she chuckled – which was a disconcerting juxtaposition as the stuttering hiss fell from her lips, but there was no humour present in her computer-generated monotone.
"Go on then; Sal and I have plenty to work on in the meantime," Tyler insisted, almost shooing her away. It was impossible to tell whether the reason behind this was to get her out there collecting data for him, or if it was simply so he could have some peace and quiet for his next project. In fact, the real reason behind it all was because Tyler had taken Jake's advice to heart and was going to spend a little time simply enjoying himself in the company of his boyfriend, but Advena wouldn't have believed that even if he'd told her himself.
Regardless, she obliged the human and hopped out the door into the world beyond. She didn't carry around a phone for obvious reasons, so it was a short sprint before she could make a call.
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"I'm honestly speechless," Sue, one of the two staff members who ran the colony's daycare, admitted sheepishly. "When I talked to you on the phone, I thought it was a prank or something. That's incredible; is it the collar that does it?"
"Correct," Advena confirmed with a nod. "There's a little … artificial intelligence inside which helps me. I'm… still learning how to use it." She had to do a double-take when saying 'computer person' in her head was corrected to 'artificial intelligence', but supposed the latter version would be more helpful to her associate.
"Amazing…" Sue breathed, a little in awe. "How does it work? Converting thoughts to speech?"
"I don't know, you'll have to ask Tyler," Advena chuckled. "I'm just the guinea pig." There it was again; she was being corrected. It struck her for a moment that these were words Tyler – or someone telepathically Bonded to Tyler – would use and decided to take it up with the scientist later, as it would probably get annoying pretty quickly.
"Ah, he's the gay one isn't he? A shame, really."
"A shame that he's gay?"
"Oh, no, of course not. I mean a shame what's happened around here." Sue gestured to the town around them from their position on the curb of a quiet street corner. "The Resistance is a pretty welcoming place for the most part, but here on Altin? With such a small community, nobody was stupid enough to pick fights with people because of their religion, sexuality, nationality or… artificial status. Ever since all those marines rolled in though, I've noticed a steep rise in bigotry. They're all still brainwashed by the Corp I reckon."
"I haven't noticed a lot of diversity here – do you even have all those things?"
"Oh, sure we do, they're just less keen to poke their heads out with said bigotry clouding above them. We have a Japanese guy here, top tier architect, manages most of our construction projects. We have a Hindu gal and a couple of Christians – one who follows the old Bible and one who follows the new, but they still pray together which I think is kind of cute. We had a Russian bloke here for a while, but he moved on to become a lieutenant on a colony with more dire need than us. We of course have a lesbian girl – only one, which is kinda sad but she seems to stay pretty chipper. We've got a bunch of synthetics and genetically-engineered fellas around. Oh, and you probably would have noticed the accent; I myself am Australian. Well, what passes for Australian 'round these parts anyway. Australia didn't leave the Federation, so I'm actually sad-little-oxygenless-moon-ian, but Australian is less of a mouthful so I stick with that."
Advena nodded slowly, trying to process all of that. It was certainly interesting to her just how diverse humans could be, even if she didn't know what half the words used to describe them meant. It was odd to Xenomorphs to see how much more comfortable humanity was when they had labels slapped on everything for even the most minor of differences. She had no doubt if and when Xenomorphs were more widely accepted that all sorts of unwarranted descriptions would be added to her; for example, she happened to have somewhat of a defect where every body she'd had ended up growing slightly shorter in height and a slightly longer tail. It was a common enough occurrence that the humans would probably make it a 'nationality'. Or was nationality the one which dictated where people are allowed to live? She got confused. However, that was probably something she should have a deep discussion about with Tyler rather than the woman she barely knew.
"Well, that is somewhat comforting to hear," Advena admitted hesitantly. "It's probably quite important for children to grow up with a wide range of different people to interact with."
"Exactly, and it'd be even better if we could get someone as… 'different' as you to work closely with them. Studies say the most influential figures in a child's life growing up are their parents, friends and teachers, so it'd be nice if at least one of those figures was an alien, y'know?"
"So… that's a yes then?" Advena inquired hopefully. Sue nodded, but held up a finger before the Xeno could celebrate.
"But, it'll be a while before you can actually work with them. Like, usually people have to have a few years of university degrees behind them before they can even come close to doing placements and working in daycares – but, considering your position and our current situation, I'll let you off with a little homework." Sue produced a small device the size of a bite-sized chocolate bar and placed it on the table for her alien acquaintance. "This has a collection of videos and guides and stuff, even a few quizzes if you're feeling adventurous. It'll get you started, but either Ben or myself are going to have to train ya properly before you can work with the kids."
"Good," Advena praised her, "I think it is important to have a good amount of hurdles preventing just any old street-goer from working with impressionable children."
"Well, you have my number; keep me updated. And good luck, Advena. I hope this works out for us, but I understand if you have to ding-dong ditch to go to war – I'll be happy to have you back after though, so long as you promise not to scar the kids with war stories." Sue winked playfully and unfurled her body like a ship's sails, stretching out the kinks in her muscles from having sat on a concrete curb for so long.
"Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to work with me, even after everything our species have done to one another."
"Eh, you guys aren't so bad; all the folks who're Bonded only have good things to say. I look forward to being able to actually talk to you guys directly though – send Tyler my love, will ya?"
"Will do." Sue grinned one final time and waved goodbye, before heading off at a leisurely pace, probably tracking down her partner at the daycare, Ben. Advena decided to remain in their sunny spot for a while longer, laying down on the warm pavement in order to better soak up the sun's rays. The gentle, humid warmth which radiated throughout her body was so calming, she felt her muscles relax, her breathing even out, and so began the telltale signs of dozing off…
Until a midnight black posterior plopped down a short distance away from her. Advena huffed in minor annoyance, shaking off her drowsiness and lifting her head to take stock of the newcomer. She reached back, fumbled over the clasp of her collar, before finally finding the switch and flickering her translator off. "Yes?" she demanded expectantly. The other Xeno began to fidget embarrassedly, not making eye contact.
"A-am I bothering you?" he asked timidly. Advena considered her options carefully, and decided a characteristically snappy remark would probably just scare the nervous little guy away, so instead composed herself and shook her head.
"I wasn't doing anything important."
"Oh! Good. I'm glad. I mean, well, I'm not exactly glad that you weren't busy – not that there's anything wrong with relaxing – but I'm glad I wasn't disturbing –"
"Wait a minute… Mozart? Is that you?" The Xenomorph startled and interlaced his fingers, squeezing tightly as if doing so could quell his nerves.
"… Yeah…"
"You sound different."
"Uh, yeah, new Host, new voice… you know how it is…"
"Ah, so you and Jeica went through with the whole splitting up thing?" Mozart shakily nodded, his fear likely not misplaced as Advena wasn't sure how to feel about that. She felt angry at Mo for being disloyal and causing so much grief to Jeica, but an annoyingly reasonable feeling nagged at the back of her mind, telling her this was better for everyone; Mozart wouldn't be dragged into battle, and Jeica would find a more suitable partner. Surely it wasn't worth attacking someone over regardless, as her first instinct had been. "Why are you here?"
"Maybe I should just go…"
"Mozart," Advena growled, rising slightly to stare the smaller male down. "Spit it out now before I lose my temper. Sal's forgiving nature can only hold me back for so long." Mozart honestly didn't know whether to be comforted or not by the fact Advena's fury was being kept in check by something beyond her control, but he certainly knew not to push his luck, so he lowered his gaze and began explaining himself.
"I have Bonded with another, a librarian girl who was raised here on the colony. I just… wanted to know how you, you know… convinced Jacob to go further. Like I-I know it's not going to be an immediate thing! I'm willing to be patient and wait and all that but, well, you and Sal are the only ones who have successfully gotten romantic with a human and Sal doesn't really count because Tyler is a bit of an unusual human so really you're the only person I can get advice from and I know you don't really like me because I upset Jeica but it's better for all of us because now we can be happy with partners who actually suit us so can you please help me?" Mozart rambled, hoping to vomit up all the facts before Advena could pounce him. He winced and awaited a reaction while Advena contemplated.
"Okay," she answered simply, with a shrug. Mo recoiled like he'd been physically struck then, as if realising he hadn't, perked back up hesitantly. Surely this was some kind of trick?
"Really?" he asked incredulously, hoping it would be so but expecting the Xeno before him to bark out a sadistic laugh and tell him no, it was all a ruse. But Advena simply said:
"Yeah, why not?" Finally, Mo worked up the courage to face her, sitting on his haunches with his back straight as an arrow, paying rapt attention like a high school freshman in their first class. Advena honestly half-expected him to pull out a pad and start taking notes. "I guess the most important general rule is to get them used to the idea without them knowing why – preferably without them knowing at all. If your partner finds out why you're trying to convince them interspecies relationships are okay, they'll probably lock up and resist your efforts, so be subtle. Of course, dropping in a few flirtatious jokes or remarks worked for me, but it really depends on the human you're trying to woo. Following?"
Mozart nodded. "Good. Doing things which are generally considered romantic by humans while playing the cultural ignorance card is an excellent way to get humans used to doing romantic things with you, and once the awkwardness wears off they'll usually start to enjoy doing these things with you so much they will be more accepting when you reveal there were romantic intentions. A great example is sharing a bed – my personal excuse was that Xenomorphs need to share a nest with their Host in order to feel safe and secure. Just make something up, they'll usually buy it. Yes, it's a little manipulative, but they enjoy it so much it seems like a crime to let them deny themselves that comfort. Always be firm on your stances, but never push theirs – in the end, you're only making suggestions here and some humans will still refuse even after all your efforts, trying to force or pressure them into things will just ruin your relationship. And, of course, it goes without saying that you should try and weasel your way into their hobbies – if you become part of something they love, they'll start to love you by extension. That's the idea anyway. But of course, you already have some common ground or you wouldn't have rushed into a second Bond like an idiot. It would upset me to see you break off two Bonds in such a short span of time."
Mozart grimaced; that sounded like a threat. It seemed Advena had little patience for heartbreakers – luckily for him he had no intention of becoming one.
"This one should go much better," he promised. "Thank you, Advena." Mozart paused as if to add something else to the sentiment, before apparently deciding otherwise and leaving it at that. It wasn't unusual for her kind to treat her this way; she'd earned herself a slightly unfavourable reputation amongst the local Hive after word of her… 'outburst' against Sal had gotten around. That didn't stop them from coming to her for advice, however, it just meant they treaded lightly around her, as if she was a bear trap that would snap shut on their ankles at any moment. In fact, it had been a few days since she'd last visited the Hive – she had no doubt doing so would culminate in her being jumped by a few curious Xenos who wanted to interrogate her about her Bond and what it was like to have sex with a human and what it felt like to body-swap with a human and how she and Jacob do this or that, or how does she handle so-and-so or do humans… the list went on and on. She had on several occasions tried to convince Sal to come along with her and help her out, but he refused on the grounds of staying loyal to Tyler, which was fair enough. What wasn't fair was that Tyler was adamant about avoiding Queen Asphid.
But whatever went down between those two while she wasn't looking was a mystery for another day. For now, she stretched out her body, relishing in the clicks and pops of kinks being worked out of her relaxed muscles, and strolled leisurely out of the small human colony.
It was an odd feeling for anyone new to stepping inside Hives. The short walk through the colony's bordering forest was serene and quiet save for the birds chirping and the distant rustlings of animals. It was quite sombre, cold, even a little lonely. But as soon as you passed that resin threshold into the caves beyond, you were hit by an immense feeling of welcoming and warmth. And no, not any of that metaphorical crap; your mind was literally filled with the emotions which idly leaked from the minds of dedicated workers, and the comforting presence of the Queen echoed all around. Not to mention the humidity and warmth was all too real, tickling Advena's skin pleasantly and unconsciously relaxing all of her muscles at the familiar, natural feeling. Her home, where she belonged. That's what her instincts told her anyway, but in her mind she knew that 'home' would always be a temporary word so long as the Weyland-Yutani Corporation had it out for them.
Advena nodded to the two human guards at the entrance, sitting at a small fold-out table playing cards, their rifles leaning against the nearest wall. They nodded back to her, before returning to their game. Jeica had deemed it necessary to create a guard detail here after some maniac with a Molotov had attacked the Hive, but it appeared to be an isolated incident seeing as the guards often had nothing to do but sit around and play silly games or – if one or both happened to be a telepath – chat to the Xenos who came through. She felt sympathy for them, but apparently it was better than dish duty. Before she could step over the threshold, however, one of the guards called out to her.
"Hey, wait, you're Advena, right?" She turned and faced the pair curiously. The male marine, who had called out to her, was twisted in his chair so as to look over his shoulder at her, while his female counterpart across from him egged him on with a cocky grin. Also, she snuck a quick peek at the male's cards while he was preoccupied with awaiting Advena's reaction, but that was less important to her. What she wanted to know was what these two were up to.
"Uhh yeah, that's me," she replied cautiously. Nothing. Right, they probably weren't telepaths. She nodded instead, this time garnering a reaction.
"See, told you," the female chided her partner in a low, playful voice. Advena approached, clicking her collar on as she did so, resigning herself to whatever they had planned for her.
"Okay, so like, a guy told a guy who told a guy who told her who told me," the male began, already losing Advena in the first sentence, "that you and Sergeant Harlor are fucking. True or false?"
"… False," Advena decided, causing both marines to jump a little in surprise. The female swore as she dropped the cards she had been meticulously replacing her comrade's hand with in her fright.
"Shit, you talk?" the guy asked, before catching himself, shaking his head and rephrasing. "Like, out loud? That's crazy."
"Well why did you think I was wearing a collar?" Advena demanded, satisfied to hear the collar successfully emphasise the word 'think'. The AI was starting to catch on to her thought patterns.
"See, I put a bet on it being some kinky thing between you and Harlor," the female admitted, "and he said it was probably some kind of combat utility gear or something."
"Trust me, collars are the opposite of a turn-on for Xenos," Advena groaned. She wished her face was as capable of showing disdain as humans' were, but as it was, all she could do to show her distaste was peel her lips back a little, showing off her deadly teeth.
"But like, are you guys for real fucking?" the guy inquired, a little more sincerely than his first attempt. "I know most people turn their noses up at that sorta thing but I can't help but be curious… does it work? I mean, I know in theory it would work because where there's a hole, there's a way and all that, but what with the acid and the sharp edges and such, it must be pretty hard for a human and a Xeno to hook up."
"That's not even part of the bet; Wedfern just wants to fuck an alien," the female supplied with an eye roll and a shit-eating grin.
"I don't want to fuck an alien," the male, Private Wedfern as he'd been revealed to be, protested. "But I don't not want to fuck an alien either, y'know?"
"You're gross," his comrade scoffed. "You're saying you'd sleep with one of the big, slimy, eyeless balls of teeth and claws?"
"I'm right here," Advena reminded her in a deadpan monotone, for once not as a side-effect of her collar's AI trying to figure out her voice patterns.
"Uh, no offense," the marine added. Advena huffed irately, giving her a death glare.
"Gee, thanks."
"Well, I heard Xenomorphs are way more loyal than humans are. Probably 'cause of the whole telepathy thing, but whatever," Wedfern continued unhindered, intent on defending his stance.
"Oh don't tell me you're still broken up about that chick on Nebraxis?"
"That was a six year relationship! What kind of a person throws that away for an extra inch?"
"The same kind of person who spends six years getting their gambling debts paid off by some schmuck. She was a piece of shit from the beginning man, forget about her."
"Yeah, easy for you to say."
"Regardless," Advena cut in, raising a finger between them to request their silence and attention. "You two aren't really doing much here anyway, so why don't you come with me and I'll introduce you to some of the Un-Bonded Xenomorphs here." The two marines glanced at each other uneasily. True enough it was boring and there was virtually no chance of an attack happening, but that was beside the point; when you are given orders, you follow them, and Jeica had ordered them to stand guard.
"We shouldn't really…" Wedfern began, but Advena interrupted him, not dissuaded in the slightest. She was eager to have more interspecies couples around for a variety of reasons, not least of all to end the assault of questions she received every time she stepped in the Hive.
"You know what, why risk disciplinary action – wow that was a pompous way of putting that – when I can just bring some here to you? I'll be right back." True to her word, Advena excused herself from the usual gaggle of curious aliens, picking out a few she knew well enough and asking them to come with her. The five or so Xenos she grabbed were more than happy to spare a few minutes to meet a potential Host, let alone one who was interested in being closer than simple co-workers. Advena imagined this poor sap might have Xenos crawling all over him when word got out.
She introduced them one by one to the two marines, briefly relaying the pleasantries they wanted exchanged, before her collar started buzzing insistently. Frowning, Advena excused herself and stepped away from the group, fiddling with the device. "What? What? What?" she demanded of the infernal thing.
"Apologies; incoming call from Tyler Doelle. Would you like me to hang up?" an unfamiliar, emotionless male voice asked her telepathically. Somehow, the voice picked up on her shock and confusion, quickly introducing himself. "I am the VIGIL unit controlling your collar device. I am currently using said device as a relay to speak directly to you. Would you like to answer the call?"
"Uhh… yeah, uh, sure." Freaky. At least Tyler hadn't gone and Bonded her with a computer without her consent; if she understood correctly, turning the collar off or removing the AI from it would cut off its means of accessing her mind. Still though, it was unsettling how cold and emotionless the voice was. Where organics carried their thoughts and emotions through to their audience with every word spoken, synthetics lacked the emotions necessary.
"'Vee, can you hear me?" Tyler inquired tensely. Huh, long-range telepathy. This collar was full of surprises.
"Yes."
"Oh, good, good. I wasn't sure if the phone feature would work, but VIGIL probably mopped up any bugs I missed. We can talk more about the experiment later; right now Jeica's called us in for an important meeting. I'll let her explain once you get here; the usual place."
"'The usual place'?"
"I uh, don't know how secure this call is. Could be broadcasting to everyone around you for all I know. Anyway, come quick, seeya."
"Call ended," VIGIL informed her helpfully. "Resuming normal function."
"Er, I've gotta scoot. Uh, maybe you guys can find a human telepath to help you out or something…? Sorry."
"Come on 'Vee! This is my chance! Please, just stay a little longer and introduce me?" one of the Xenomorphs begged, but all Advena could do was grimace sympathetically and apologise again, before scampering off in the direction of the bunker complex. No doubt the 'usual place' Tyler referred to was the small briefing room within the underground shelter where Jeica always called them for important meetings.
She arrived shortly afterwards, slightly out of breath as the distance was a hefty one – even for a Xenomorph and especially for a non-Runner who had just sprinted the whole way over. Nevertheless, all it would take is a few moments of curling up on one of the uncomfortable seats and she'd be ready to do it again.
"This better be important," Advena complained, "I just cock-blocked like five Xenomorphs to get here."
"I'm not even going to pretend to understand how that situation arose," Jake confessed, "but I'm sure it can wait. You have another mission for us Lieutenant?"
"Kind of. Tyler and I have just contacted the Russians and called a meeting. Our intention is to, uh, basically just beg them to give us more ships and supplies. Weapons we can steal or manufacture, vehicles are a little trickier, so I'm hoping our allies will lend us a hand here. Of course, we don't have much to offer in return, so a lot of ass-kissing is in order and I need a bunch of people who can swallow their pride and make nice. So far I've got you guys and a few others I can trust."
"Is this the best idea?" Jake asked cautiously. "I mean, the Russians tolerate us at best, and you know how the public will react if they find out we're being supplied by Russia."
"Tyler and I have arranged some… incentive if the Russians won't help us out of the goodness of their hearts," Sal supplied. With a tinge of jealously, Advena noted how fluently his collar operated. She supposed he had been wearing his for longer, but still, it so effortlessly conveyed his emotions through subtle tone shifts and he spoke so naturally, as if he'd been talking aloud his entire life. She hoped it wouldn't take too long for her to get to that point.
"As for the public, there's a fair amount of people who are rooting for the Russians to clear out the Corporation for good, and unsurprisingly there are people who are angry they haven't swept in and saved us already," Tyler noted with amusement. "But, undoubtedly, we'd lose some supporters if there's even a doubt about Russia's intentions in helping us – the Wey-Yu could easily twist this into some sly attempt at an invasion. So for now, it's best we don't let word of their involvement get out, and we'll make this clear to our good friends during the meeting."
"You support this?" Jake demanded sceptically. Grovelling and begging didn't fit the scientist's usual modus operandi.
"The Russians exiled their entire Weyland-Yutani branch. Ignoring the fact that their manpower and supplies drastically increase our chances of success, they've won their war, which officially makes them one-hundred-percent more successful in winning wars with the Wey-Yu than us. I don't just support mooching off their supplies, Sergeant; if I had it my way, we would have battalions of Russian soldiers ready to deploy at the push of a button."
"So… to Russia then?" Jake conceded.
"To Russia," Jeica confirmed with a firm nod. "Be ready, eleven-hundred hours tomorrow. Pack for a few days."
"Yes ma'am."
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A/N: Pretty much just smut from here on out folks; I'm sure you're all familiar with the drill by now: shield your eyes or suffer the esoteric porn.
"So, what did you… end up doing today?" Advena inquired, pausing to take off her collar mid-sentence. She gingerly placed it on the bedside table – they were back to sleeping in the bedroom seeing as Advena had since removed the resin – with help, of course. She figured she had an entire Hive to wander around in, or even sleep in, should she desire to feel its presence again.
"With all the chaos since the uprising on Reveles and all, I realised it's been a long time since I've just sat down with some fellow marines and hung out. My old squad used to get together every Friday night for drinks in the mess hall but… well, I haven't had a squad for a while now. Haven't really needed one with you around, but I kinda miss the whole 'tight-knit family' feeling you get from having a team. How about you? Enjoy your history lessons with Tyler?"
"Oh yes, today was very educational. Not just for me, but I also taught Mozart a few things about human dating." Jake was surprised she hadn't turned him away out of spite, but didn't show it seeing as that seemed a little insulting. "And I learned that there may be a few more cases of interspecies degeneracy than we initially thought."
"Oh? It would be nice to talk to another straight guy in a relationship with a Xeno. Tyler's great and all, but our experiences aren't exactly translatable. Like, I can't ask him if he's found some amazing way to make Xeno girls feel extra special in bed seeing as he's the girl in his relationship… as he so often points out in excruciating, unsolicited detail." Jake pouted towards the end of his monologue, and Advena couldn't help but giggle lightly at how easily Tyler could disturb his friends.
"Jacob, if you want to know how to make me feel extra special in bed, you could just ask. After all, today has been so educational for everyone else, maybe I should teach you something new as well." Jake couldn't help but smirk at her antics, already seeing what she was slyly edging them into. He didn't even need the telepathic link to see the gears turning in her head – she was planning something but, as per usual when it came to her, it was up to him to play ball until he found out what her little scheme was.
"And how do you plan on doing that? You got a bunch of diagrams stashed away somewhere?" he asked with feigned innocence. He allowed himself a small, victorious grin, relishing in the feeling of messing with her. But she didn't falter; her devious smile was much wider than his. That was usually a sign that he had no idea what he was in for, and that she was going to enjoy every moment of his shock and surprise. "You little sadist," he muttered under his breath, not really caring whether she heard him or not.
"Of course not, Jacob. You know I prefer a more… hands on approach," she told him – ignoring his muttered remark – as she softly pushed him down onto their bed to emphasise her words. She intertwined her fingers with his, gently pinning his hands to the soft sheets below. "I'm going to show you. Now, just relax, let me take over, and you'll soon have a night you'll never forget." She began to slowly stroke his sides gently, placing a soft kiss on his lips as she did so. "Relax…" she insisted. Jake humoured her, allowing his muscles to go limp so she could have full control, letting his eyes drift shut to better enjoy the light smooching she was giving him.
For a brief moment, he felt a sense of weightlessness, as if floating through the void of space, before a rush of tingles ran down his spine, returning feeling to all his limbs. He felt… powerful, a small itch on his tailbone, and his eyes felt unusual, unable to shut as the colours swam into focus. He knew these feelings, but he'd never experienced them so slowly or sensually before. Usually a body-swap was an overwhelming rush of noise and sensation, but now…
The relaxation of his body had apparently carried over into his new one, as Advena had no trouble flipping him onto his back so she was on top once more, but this time with his body. Then it hit him.
"Wait," he protested, "You aren't thinking of –"
"Shh…" she soothed him, thankfully not having the audacity to use his own voice. "Trust me; this will be amazing. Here, close your eyes…"
Admittedly, her soothing tone quelled his anxiety, and he felt his powerful heartbeat slow back down to a steady, relaxed rhythm. Trusting her had always worked out for him in the past, so he put his doubts aside and let her show him how to 'close' his eyes. It wasn't so much closing as losing focus, really. Advena guided him into lapsing his attention so that the images blurred and shifted away, until he was left not with the inky blackness he was used to, but a comforting distorted array of colours in the back of his mind, like looking at a softly-illuminated neon billboard out the corner of his eye.
Sensing he was ready, Advena slowly leaned in and began placing small kisses along his neck, sending tingles of confused excitement rolling down his spine. It had been a long, long time since he'd felt a human touch him this way, even if it was his body. He found himself incredibly glad he had his eyes 'closed'; he didn't know if he'd be able to handle this if he had to stare at his own body. "I hope you're paying attention at least to some extent," Advena giggled as she ran a hand along the side of Jake's domed head. "You're supposed to be learning something after all." Wanting to disturb his position as little as possible, but also not wanting to expend the effort of talking, Jake drew a compromise at giving her a small nod. She took this as a sign to continue and placed a hand under his chin, pulling his lips up to meet hers so they could kiss.
Jake shuddered at the odd, but not unpleasant sensation of her tongue rubbing against his. It seemed the Xenomorphs' inner maw was quite sensitive. He felt his body heating up a little at the contact, and he began to wrap his arms around Advena, only for them to be swatted away disapprovingly. "Oh no you don't; I don't trust your ability to keep my immense strength and sharp edges in check. I'm not gonna let you accidentally kill yourself with my claws." She paused for a moment, pulling away from the kiss to think, before smirking and peeling off her clothes. She slid the belt off her pants and fussed over Jake's hands, eventually getting them in the right position so that she could secure them to the bed frame with the belt, much to Jake's surprise. "Ooh, I look cute like that," she teased, then moved on to use her pants themselves to tie his tail onto of the bed's legs. Now all he'd be able to do is kick his legs, which wouldn't be able to hurt her – or him rather – so long as she was between them.
Jake's heart rate increased slightly at the new feeling of powerlessness, though really all he had to do was tug too hard and either the belt would snap or the bed frame would. In fact, if he closed his fist in just the right way, his claws would probably shear right through his flimsy bonds. That was enough to keep him under control, so he settled back down and waited with baited breath for whatever his girlfriend had planned. Advena resumed her motions from about where she had left off, placing kisses on Jake's jaw and neck while her hands traced slow patterns onto his thighs lightly. He jerked slightly when she gripped the base of his tail, giving it a good massage. Like his tongue, that part of his body was sensitive; the sensation wasn't uncomfortable but it didn't garner any sexual pleasure either, it just got him riled up and panting slightly.
Jake's heart was pounding in his chest again, though this time from excitement and anticipation as Advena dived in for another kiss. A throaty, stuttering half-growl half-moan escaped Jake's borrowed body now that he was feeling his role a little more, and he even became emboldened enough to start tilting his head for a better angle and pushing forward to deepen their kiss. So engrossed was he, that he barely noticed the gentle finger tracing its way down his belly to his groin, where it stopped to trace circles around his pubic mound.
Then her fingers found Jake's clit, touching it ever so gently, brushing across it gingerly, tracing slow, light spirals atop it. Jake hissed in surprise and pleasure, prompting Advena to release him from their passionate kiss as his legs instinctively tensed and pressed into the bed below them forcefully. It felt so… different to what he was used to. The little nub which Advena caressed with such love was sensitive – so sensitive – and made his body shake, tense, then relax. He squirmed in his bondage, breaths becoming shorter as the buzz of pleasure began to tingle within his loins.
Then just as suddenly as she had started, Advena stopped, her two fingers gliding over the pleasurable nub one last time, before splitting and tracing down one side of his vaginal lips each. The pleasure bubbled down as she simply caressed the lips for a moment, and Jake – much to his embarrassment – let out a quiet, alien whine. He could tell Advena was enjoying the hell out of this, and he almost regretted all the times he'd teased her in the bedroom. Almost.
Finally deciding to show mercy, Advena pressed her fingers together again and gently parted his lower lips, pushing forward slowly and watching his face while she did so. Jake could feel every millimetre of the intrusion as it wriggled its way inside him, pushing his vaginal walls apart and filling him with the tiny volume. He tensed his abdominal muscles, feeling his wet, fleshy walls grip Advena's fingers and tug on them needily, prompting his girlfriend to grin and push further in. With the renewed tightness due to his uncontrollable clenching, Jake could feel her fingers rubbing against his insides, wriggling from side to side until she had worked her way in to the knuckles. She paused for a moment to give him a breather; he was panting and his body was trying to wag its tail, but failed miserably due to the pants which had it secured.
Just when Jake was growing accustomed to the feeling, he felt Advena curl her fingers and press up into the underside of his crotch. After a bit of stroking up and down, she hit her mark. Jake bucked his hips in surprise when he felt her fingertips being applied to a very sensitive spot inside him – the so-called G-spot. The pressure being exerted on his G-spot was an intense feeling; like compressed pleasure which tensed up his whole spine, making his back arch and his body twist when Advena began pulling her fingers out and thrusting back it, applying steady on-off pressure onto his new favourite spot. Even as she pushed in and out with her fingers, she curled them, brushing and stroking his walls and pleasurable spots in a relentless synergy of different pleasures for different movements, each building upon one another, forcing high-pitched squeaks and moans from his lips. His toes curled tightly and his feet kicked the air as his only way of releasing all of the energy which was being built and pent up by the pleasure of Advena's stroking. Jake began to get lost in it all, only remembering who he was or that there was a world outside of his body when Advena rammed her fingers in all the way to the knuckles one last time and leaving them there for a moment, allowing the bliss to slowly ebb away.
Jake groaned, thinking he was being teased again, but Advena had something much more fun in mind. She resumed her stroking of his G-spot, but this time much more slowly and sensually. Jake almost began begging, but before he could string together a coherent sentence in his clouded mind, he felt a warm, wet appendage brush against his sensitive clit, making him writhe in his bonds once more. Advena ran her tongue up and down his occupied folds a few times, before returning to that little nub, swirling her tongue around and over it gently, reducing poor Jake to a panting, squirming, moaning mess. And that was before she took the pleasurable little organ in her mouth and sucked on it softly.
Jake almost blacked out when her hot breath enveloped his pleasure-centre and squeezed his nub with her sucking motions. He moaned, long and stuttering, bucking his hips as an automatic response. Unfortunately, his male instincts did him no good here and only served to dislodge Advena's mouth, leaving his crotch in the cool air once more.
Advena withdrew her fingers and placed her hands on her hips, admiring her handiwork for a moment with a satisfied smirk. She knew full well, of course, that Jake was going to return the favour some day and show her all the overwhelming sensations of a male body, but for now, she was in control and she loved how much of a pleasured wreck he was. His legs twitched in the air and a moan seemed to escape his lips with every breath, shivers rolling down his spine as he slowly shook off the waves of pleasure. Finally, he raised his head to stare at her pleadingly, so vulnerable and exposed-looking as he was, tied down to a bed. His mind was unable to register he was looking at his own body anymore; he was blinded by a hazy need to have an orgasm. His whole body was flushed with hormones and needy.
And Advena finally decided to give him what he wanted. She lifted her face away from his crotch, shuffling up until she was kneeling between his thighs with her rock-hard cock in hand. She hadn't exactly been neglecting it either; the whole time she had been fingering her boyfriend, she had stroked and rubbed at her new reproductive organ, unable to resist the temptation as the bead of pre-cum on her tip would tell.
As one final tease – as well as a bit of self-preparation for the feelings to come – she rubbed the head of her dick up and down his pussy lips, relishing in the feeling of the smooth, moist folds brushing against her sensitive tip. Finally, she pressed forward, the fleshy walls of Jake's vagina parting to accept her member. The fingers were nothing compared to this. Immediately, he was hit by the feeling of fullness which crept up inside him, more than twice as deep as her fingers would ever hope to reach. Her tip brushed against his G-spot, making him tense up and – without even knowing what he was doing – fold his legs around Advena's lower back, shoving her in forcefully the rest of the way.
The feeling of her balls lightly slapping against his flesh was drowned out by the explosion of sensations coming from down below. The cock inside him was pushing out against his folds, putting intense and constant pressure on his G-spot, which made him groan and squirm, his legs tensing and relaxing to coerce Advena in and out in motion so subtle they could only be called micro-movements. Warmth spread through his entire body like lightning and he arched his back, feeling like he should be sweating but being unable to. It was a pleasantly bothering sensation that prevented him from keeping still, his limbs and inner folds tensing and twitching in unison. "Nnf," Advena grunted, trying to maintain her composure against the best efforts of Jake's squeezing, pulsing and oh-so-pleasurably hot pussy. "You gotta loosen up your legs a bit."
Jake used his last ounce of conscious thought to obey, letting his legs go limp and return to the bed, allowing Advena to nudge them aside and give herself some room to begin. "Oh yesss… I'm gonna start moving now," she warned him. Jake merely whimpered in response, long since having given up coherence.
Advena dragged her length out of him slowly, leaving him with an oddly-empty feeling as his vaginal walls closed back together, before spreading apart as she slid forward again, sending a spike of pleasure into his abdomen as she grinded against his G-spot, compressing it firmly with her warm, hard girth. "So weird… but so hot…" Advena managed to get out when she paused to pant. She could feel the muscle in her loins tensing with every long, drawn-out stroke. But she knew that just wouldn't do for Jacob; she had been in his position many times before, after all. As soon as his breathing had evened out, she slid her hands up from his thighs, all the way over his chest and wrapped her arms around his midriff, pressing their bodies together tightly. Then, began the fun part.
She drew her hips back and, without warning, slammed back in, all the way to the hilt in less than a second. Jake was stunned into silence for a moment, only a huff of breath leaving his lips in surprise, but Advena changed that when she pulled back out and rammed in again, just as hard as the first time.
"Skrrreek?" Jake cried, arching his back as the blow resounded through his body, making his heart flutter wildly and the warmth flood throughout his body once more. The cute noises he made spurred her on, using her leverage to hammer into him harder and faster. His G-spot was pounded and rubbed roughly, the animalistic pleasure of it overwhelming him until his limp limbs could only twitch and flex with the sway of his body, sliding up and down the sheets an inch with every thrust and pull. Advena closed her eyes and gave it everything she had, squeezing Jake's torso as if trying to crush the life out of his nigh-indestructible body and absolutely pounding his pussy with all her strength. She couldn't help it; the pleasure in her shaft only built up higher and higher with every movement, and she craved it. She craved that peak of absolute pleasure, at this point almost forgetting she had a partner in the act.
Not that Jake was complaining. He was slack jawed by now, drooling slightly onto the blankets as his face was rubbed up and down the soft fabric by his body's second-hand movements. There was an intense pressure being built up inside of him, separate from the pressure which was squishing his G-spot and forcing the huffs, squeaks and moans from his lips. This second pressure was building up sharply, squeezing his muscles and carrying the rising warmth through his veins. It started in his groin, making his pussy walls twitch and squeeze the cock which was hammering away inside him, and spread up through his stomach and down to his thighs, making him kick his legs in an unconscious effort to stop them from wrapping around Advena again.
He wanted to grab Advena, to squeeze her and pull her tighter to him than she could ever hope to survive, but luckily his weak limbs couldn't pull free of their bonds, so he was reduced to simply writhing in place and tossing his head from side to side, panting and moaning. Advena ceased these movements by grabbing him by the back of his domed head and pulling him into another lustful, passionate kiss. She sucked on his inner maw, rubbing it with her tongue and gently nibbling on it. The sensitive nerves added to the cacophony of pleasurable sensations which were overtaking him, sending a shiver rolling down his spine which clashed against the shudders already wracking him.
It was too much.
Advena jerked away when his mouth opened and unleashed a howl of pleasure. His legs, unable to keep away any longer, pressed up against her rear and forced her to slam into him, burying her shaft deep inside. Undeterred, Advena kept jerking her hips for the extra bit of friction, even as Jake's vaginal walls clamped down on her as if intent on strangling the seed out of her dick. His pussy trembled, twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, releasing pulses of fluid in a wave of fiery hot orgasm. His back arched and his hips jerked at the unrelenting pleasure of Advena's last thrusts, but the tight grip which rippled along her length and milked her was too much.
With a half-whine half-moan which was uncharacteristically high of Jake's body, Advena came, bucking into that tight, clenching hole as she painted it white, her teeth gritted and chest heaving from the effort. This, of course, renewed Jake's bliss; the sheer warmth of the hot cum spraying his insides, pelting his sensitive flesh, the warmth surged up before it could even begin dying down, making him tense and buck all over again, screeching softly and squeezing tightly on the invading member. Advena grunted and collapsed atop him, letting the waves of dizziness, warmness, satisfaction and ebbing pleasure wash over her like waves. Jake, for his part, had gone completely limp, barely hanging onto consciousness. His vagina still twitched and pulsed even as he felt Advena's erection fade and soften inside him, as the tingling warmth remained.
Totally mentally and emotionally spent, they cuddled like that for a good couple of hours, only stirring to untie Jacob so they could wrap up in each others' arms.
A/N: Well that's probably the kinkiest scene I've ever written. Hope y'all enjoy it anyway.