"Hey, Marc." He heard her voice, and turned.
He was dressed in his normal gear, ignoring the protests of the Larvestas.
"Hey…wow." He struggled to keep his composure for a moment.
"I know, a bit different than what I usually wear." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Nice to see you're back." Mat and Phoeba appeared. Both wore their normal gear as well.
"Ah, it is wonderful in reality! All of you have paid your debt to us. In exchange, we will allow you safe passage through our hive and directions to the Mojin pack you seek. We have decided to aid you in the upcoming battle against Elijah and the Drakon." Volcarona appeared as well, and gestured to Mat.
"Thank you." He nodded.
"But I must insist you stay the night. After all, the surgery is draining on the psyche." She offered.
"Surgery? What surgery?" Phoeba asked suspiciously.
"You didn't know? Each of you, except for Deneve and Marc, had a Xenomorph embryo growing in you. Right now you would be dead had we not extracted and disposed of them." She explained.
"Damn it…forgot about the fact we were cocooned briefly." Mat swore.
"We also received a gift for you. Narissa claimed she found this where you were cocooned. It appears to be a device of some kind for playing music." Volcarona continued, and gestured to a case.
Mat's eyes became suddenly wide.
"My…my violin?" He asked.
"I believe that is what it is called. If it is such a thing, I must make a request for you to come back after this is all over and play for us. We remember hearing music and enjoying it before the fall of the humans here. It would be delightful to hear it once more." She requested hopefully.
"Of course." He nodded excitedly.
Phoeba noticed Marc and Deneve leaving.
"Where are you two going?" She asked.
They turned around and looked at her meaningfully.
"We're tired, so we are going to bed early." Marc explained.
"I see. Have fun." Phoeba nodded with a knowing air.
As more and more of the Larvestas and Volcaronas began to arrive in the large hall, so did the general party.
"You know, Phoeba…I didn't expect to ally with a bunch of hybrids on the way there. Perhaps we do have a chance to win this after all." Mat kissed her mask and they sat down.
"Maybe we do. Then what?" She responded.
"Then maybe we can finally rest. Settle down." He sighed hopefully.
"Maybe." She nodded contentedly and pressed against him, putting her head on his shoulders.
"We're finally alone." Deneve whispered as Marc shut the door and locked it. The room they were give was partially covered in the webbing, but the rest was normal.
"So we are." He smiled.
"I think I know why I miscarried." She spoke as she walked to the end of the room.
"…?" He looked at her curiously.
"I asked Lenan after I paid the debt as to what was in the sector you…took advantage of me in." She began.
"And?" He turned fully around to looked at her.
"An antibiotic gas called Nilsine was being developed there. It was designed for abortions. It escaped during the purge in which the Drakon killed the humans there. I must've breathed it." Deneve explained, and spread herself out on the bed with a blissful sigh.
"I see…that makes sense." He mused, pacing towards the bed.
"So that is a little concerning. There's a chance if we continue to have sex, I might get pregnant." She sighed.
"What is your opinion?" He finally asked.
"I think…I'd be willing to do it, if you were. After we destroy Elijah, we could start a proper family. I don't know." She answered quietly.
"…I want to, then. I would be happy to spend the rest of my life with you." He spoke simply.
Deneve smiled as he said that.
"…I…thank you, Marc." She sighed contentedly, and as she finished she slipped her dress off and tossed it away.
"If you're sure, Deneve. I don't want to hurt you." He spoke.
She leaned up and whispered two words in his ear.
I am.
He finally smiled as well.
Marc quickly stripped his gear off as Deneve got off the bed.
He pushed her against the wall gently, and their eyes locked together.
He lifted her by her legs and held her against the wall as he pushed his hips against her gently.
She moaned loudly as he did so, and continued to get louder and more frequent as he thrusted faster and deeper.
She let out a loud yell as he groaned, spraying his seed into her.
With a loud cry of ecstasy, Deneve lifted her legs and put them on Marc's shoulders, urging him to keep going with her cries.
He continued thrusting, and she finally screamed.
Her final cries encouraged him to keep going until she pushed him away.
She fell backwards on the bed, her glistening slit dripping her own cum.
He slowly walked to her, and put his face between her legs.
She began crying in ecstasy again, begging for him to continue as he licked her smooth slit.
With every wave of pure pleasure, she cummed more into his mouth.
With a final cry, she threw her head back and let out a scream of blind instinctual climax.
She had no more to give.
He slowly and gently lifted her off the bed and onto a couch nearby. Her breathing was still uneven and she occasionally moaned.
Marc hastily changed the sticky sheets out and carried her to it.
He slipped under the covers with her and sighed as the light turned off.
He carefully held her in his arms, caressing her gently.
He felt her take his hand and put it between her legs gently.
Understanding immediately, he slowly and gently rubbed her slit.
He felt her body get much warmer and relaxed as he did so, and after a while her breathing became even.
And so did his.