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Well, here is what I have been working on for a while. Had most of this finished for about half a month now, but finally decided to go back and finish it up. Took a heck of a long time to go through and edit it as well: its about 6,500 words long(!) but I enjoyed writing it because I liked the idea of reversing the cliché with human fantasizing over strange animal.

Considering how damned long this story was its quite a different beast than when I first started it: originally the story was meant to be nothing but a simple bit of text beneath hivetyrant's commission (here:http://www.furaffinity.net/full/6998070/), but I kept writing, and writing...

Anyway, while I did go back and edit my work this time, I still probably missed something. Anyone who PMs me with something I need to correct (spelling, grammatical errors, etc.) will receive a cookie.

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Cynthissis - A Xenomorph's Tale - Chapter 1 M/F, F/Solo, Voyeurism, Xenomorph, Human By biodaemon2 - www.furaffinity.net/user/biodaemon2/

Cynthissis made her way down the pitch-black halls of the hive, the darkness no impediment to her kind. Beads of moisture coated the resin ribs of the hive walls, the constant heat and humidity making the walls sweat like a living thing. Like all her sisters Cynthissis enjoyed the high temperatures and found comfort in the tropical climate. Whenever she left the hive to go hunting she was always left aware of how cold and dry the outside world was. Some of the moisture ran down the dome of her chitinous head, passing over the small diamond blemish on her forehead.

Of course, where she was going now was on the boundaries of where the hive ended. The temperature was not as pleasant as the one the queen enjoyed in her chambers, but Cynthissis wasn't going to complain. She had come out here for a reason. She had needed to get away from the heart of the hive, and the difference in temperature was a small price to pay for her relief.

Scanning her head from side to side Cynthissis moved cautiously, trying to sense if any of her sisters were present in this long disused portion of the hive. There never were. Maybe it was caution, or maybe it was shame and embarrassment, but she always checked twice. If she were discovered... well, she didn't know how she would live it down.

As the drone passed by she could make out where the metal walls beneath the resin were exposed in many places. She was almost there.

Ever since Cynthissis had been a juvenile she had always possessed a deep curiosity about the prey-animals her hive hunted. Some of her older sisters thought it more than a little odd how much Cynthissis loved to play with the detritus of the ruined human civilization. More than once she had been chastised for toying with her prey instead of killing them swiftly and silently. Yet Cynthissis couldn't resist it: the human prey intrigued her. The fact that despite their weak and frail bodies they had been able to create such great hives of their own always astounded her.

Once she had discovered how the former domiciles of the humans were preserved here, untouched but for the slow decay of time, she had begun spending much of her time wandering through the dead homes and empty hallways of the human's lost hive. Initial curiosity had given way to a deep and consuming fascination about the humanity. Often her duties within the hive were completed with haste - if not ignored completely - as she spent more of her time on the fringes of the hive. Cynthissis had rushed to what she considered her part of the hive as soon as she had done just enough to avoid punishment. The last thing she needed was to have one of her older sisters follow her pheromone trail to get her to come back and finish her duties only to find Cynthissis satisfying her... urges. The thought of such an event made Cynthissis' tail twitch with nervous energy.

Pausing before one of the gaping doorways to a decrepit living module Cynthissis checked for a third time to ensure none of her sisters were near. Resting as she was on all fours Cynthissis looked every ounce the perfectly engineered killing machine that she was. Her outline was unmistakably feminine, with her ample breasts and wide hips traits inherited from her prey-mother, but these did nothing to camouflage her killing ability. Generations of her sisters had been born from human hosts, with each subsequent birth taking a little more genetic material from them. It was an evolutionary necessity: queens were capable of laying eggs without fertilization in the most hostile of environments, thus the embryos needed to absorb some of the genetic code from their hosts to add diversity to their genes and to hopefully absorb some of the traits utilized by the local wildlife to survive on its planet. It was easy to tell the age of her sisters even without reading the pheromone signals: the eldest of her sisters resembled the queen with their asexual build.

The queen herself had told her children that because the humans had eradicated all other major life-forms to deny the hive potential hosts, they had been locked into taking genetic code from only one source: humans. And thus more human genes were absorbed with each subsequent birthing.

Looking down at her own body Cynthissis could easily tell the great influence her birth-mothers genetics had wielded over her as she had developed as an embryo. Her breasts jutted out from her chest, the large dark mounds kept pert and perfectly formed by her durable flesh. Each orb was nearly the size of a human's head, much larger than what most females possessed (human or xenos), and represented a constant source of embarrassment and shame for Cynthissis. In a species build upon the principles of efficient predation, having a pair of large vulnerable weights pushing out from your chest was nothing but a hindrance. And they were weaknesses: the black chitin of her breasts, along with the padding she possessed on her hips and bottom, was not like the rest of the armor plating on her exoskeleton. Instead it was softer and more pliable, making it less likely to protect when needed.

Cynthissis and the others of the younger generations, despite their hindrances, were nothing if not masters of the hunt. Like all her sisters Cynthissis possessed an astounding ability to kill and survive. When bounding forward on all fours Cynthissis moved with a speed and agility that shocked most sentient beings. The ability to outpace prey while moving silently along a ceiling or wall gave Cynthissis and her sisters a great advantage while hunting. Cynthissis' kind could stand on their legs when necessary, moving bipedally as to allow them to utilize their claws and tail on the hunt or when they needed to manipulate some object, but doing so was slow and meant they were greatly exposed. Moving bipedally always went against the instinct of every drone, and the need to remain fast and concealed is hammered into every newborn's mind once they start training for the hunt.

Standing up when unnecessary was something her older sisters often stated was a sign of how much her generation had been corrupted by their human genetics. No self-respecting sister would ever stand and walk without reason they had hissed amongst themselves.

Slowly Cynthissis rose to her clawed feet, standing erect before the doorway. The warmth of her burning need only increased, but Cynthissis pushed it aside. Her sisters were right, in a way: it was necessary that she stood on her feet. Ever since she had reached the age where she could travel independently, Cynthissis had found her thoughts about humans had become more than just simple curiosity. She had found herself imagining what it would be like to be one of them. She had no memories of her prey-mother, but more than once she had found herself dreaming about what the human's life had been like before she had given birth to Cynthissis. Dreams she had never told anyone else about. Her elder sisters had often teased her about how human-like she looked, what with her mammalian curves, but if anyone ever knew that secret she doubt she could ever show herself in the hive again.

Moving forward at a slow walk Cynthissis passed through the dark portal. She didn't hear the sound of her claws clicking on the linoleum flooring because she imagined she didn't have them anymore. Cynthissis pictured herself as a human coming home, a fantasy that she had found more enticing every time she indulged. She stayed on her feet as wandered through the decrepit remains of the human habitat, acting nonchalant as she pretended to know what the different rusted appliances in the housing module were used for and trying to do her best to ignore the trickle of warmth down her inner thigh. Playing with a long broken faucet Cynthissis tried to remain focused on her fantasy as she rubbed her legs together slightly, her tail moving from side to side in a display of her discomfort. She could smell the pheromones leaking off of her as she futilely tried to resist her shameful desires.

Cynthissis had discovered over time how her interest in humans had gone from wondering about how they lived to fantasizing it in her own head. Every time she had slept Cynthissis had pictured herself a human in increasingly elaborate fantasies. Her travels to the human ruins had become chances for her to indulge in waking fantasies that she would eagerly continue while sleeping. While out on the hunt Cynthissis risked exposure and death by moving deep into the human held portions of the ruins, watching them in their natural habitat like an extraterrestrial voyeur. There she would watch, learning about humans from afar. Some nights she made her way into their walled compounds, avoiding the laser wire and defense emplacements they had erected to protect themselves from the predation of her sisters.

And for the first time in her life, Cynthissis had found herself keeping something from her sisters. She had known that if she had told them of the path she had discovered they could use it to attack the humans stealthily. The humans would learn of the breach and seal it as soon as they could, but the hive would have been able to take much prey before that moment. But Cynthissis had stayed quiet. Her obsession with humans hadn't allowed her to willingly loose her one chance to get first-hand knowledge about how humans lived amongst themselves.

Hidden in the shadows of the ventilation system Cynthissis had absorbed a great deal of information about the humans. Her natural affinity for tracking prey allowed her to turn the air ducts into her own window into the world of the humans. At first she had barely been able to tell the difference between males and females, but the more time she had spent observing the more she was able to recognize even individuals, allowing her to gain a better understanding about how they lived.

And then her obsession over humans had begun to move in a new direction. Cynthissis had been following a red-headed female that she had taken an interest in (lacking any, Cynthissis found hair to be fascinating) when a larger male had met her in her living quarters. At the time Cynthissis knew little about the body language of humans, so when she had seen the pair of them mash their mandibles together her first thought was that it was some power display. But instead of fighting they both had begun to moan and speak in their soft language as their hands had roamed over each other's bodies. Cynthissis had watched as they had disrobed one another with confusion, trying to figure out what this new behavior meant, until their scent had finally reached the ventilation ducts she was hiding in. Cynthissis' confusion had evaporated in an instant as she finally realized she was lucky enough to be present for a human mating.

She had kept her tail consciously still, afraid in her excitement it might have moved and made a noise against the metal walls of the ducts. But she had found it hard to focus as she had watched the pair mating. Her jaws had dropped a little and some of her drool poured out as she had shifted closer to the grate. The female had sat down on the corner of the bed, the male standing before her, and she had wrapped her hands around a fleshy protuberance. The man had made an agreeable noise as the woman leaned forward to press her lips against the tip of his member. Cynthissis had been surprised when the female had opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the first few inches of his maleness into her mouth. Cynthissis could still perfectly remember the scent of their arousal even weeks later, and the memories only inflamed her own urges.

Cynthissis let out a low hiss of arousal as she thought back to her first exposure to the mating habits of humans. Unable to completely resist her desires Cynthissis slid one of her six-fingered hands down her inner thigh, smearing her juices over her black shell. Between Cynthissis' legs her ebon folds glistened with her arousal. Normally her genitals were flush with her exoskeleton, but the desires she had been wrestling with all day had forced her slit to spread apart and open. Her sex was exposed and swollen with her carnal hunger. Each drone was infertile but still possessed working genitals as each was capable of metamorphosing into a queen. The queen had been a drone once herself, and had grown into a fertile queen and begun her own hive ages past after her hive had been destroyed. Any drone left in an area without a queen would, given enough time, be capable of becoming a productive queen.

But Cynthissis wasn't concerned with any of that as she rubbed her legs, teasing herself by refusing to touch her quivering nethers. Despite being infertile and mono-gendered, Cynthissis and her sisters could still feel sexual desire occasionally. But unlike her sisters, Cynthissis found her carnal urges returning almost daily. Ever since she had first witnessed humans copulating she had been unable to resist her own needs. Ignoring the burning desire in her loins and the flow of hot juices down her legs Cynthissis let her memories take hold, thinking back to her first exposure to human sexuality and the moment when her curiosity had become an irresistible obsession.

The human domicile had been filled with the sounds of soft moans and faint slurping noises, the male resting his hands atop the female's hair as she had bobbed her head up and down the male's shaft. Cynthissis had frozen in place, her head pressed as close to the grating as it would go. Her vision was locked on the amazing vista before her: in all her time studying and dreaming about humans she had never imagined she would witness something so exciting. She had been watching prey mate, and she had been a little ashamed to admit that she was enjoying every minute of it.

The male had begun to gently push his hips forwards in time with the female's movements while her hands busied themselves rubbing his legs or stroking the rest of his shaft that didn't fit into her mouth. Cynthissis heard him repeating the same word over and over in a tender tone, and after a few moments she had realized he must be using her name: Ohjessica. Ever eager to learn the discovery thrilled Cynthissis, but after a few moments she noted that the male was only using one part of the name consistently. Quickly Cynthissis revised the human's name down to its shorter form, leaving her with a human name in the human tongue: Jessica.

Evidently the sound of her own name excited her as the female - Jessica - had begun to give muffled moans of her own as she increased the pace of her oral stimulation. Opening up her own mouth, Cynthissis had unconsciously let her inner jaws slide in and out slowly in imitation as she had pondered what it would be like if she and Jessica switched places. Closing her mouth down Cynthissis had wrapped her lips around her inner jaw while it was extended. Slowly she had retracted her jaw backwards as she had suckled on the protrusion as if it were a human dick before pushing it back out to repeat the process. She had felt utterly ridiculous trying to emulate the humans, finding it hard to imagine it was anywhere close to feeling the same. But she had continued.

After all, Cynthissis couldn't have denied the excitement that was growing within her. Every time Jessica's head had pushed down to swallow most of the male's erection she had felt another surge of unfamiliar emotions filling her system. Permeating her body had been growing warmth, the heat centered on the region between her thighs. It was something Cynthissis had never felt before: a hunger that wouldn't be slaked with meat. Every time she had imagined it wasn't her own inner jaw but a human's throbbing cock the heat had increased its intensity. She didn't know what the hunger - the heat - was, but she had known she wanted to feel more of it.

Eventually the burning need had proven distracting enough to force her to stop her faux blow job and pull her attention away from the humans. Turning her head to look down the length of her body she had been taken aback at the sight of her sexual organs exposed. Cynthissis had instantly realized that the new emotions and sensations she had been feeling were arousal - sexual arousal. The young drone had heard that sometimes her sisters would need to satisfy certain cravings occasionally, but it was rarely spoken of. For a self-fertilizing and mono-gendered species, sex was an evolutionary leftover from thousands of generations gone; a useless bit of genetic code that hadn't fully disappeared. Normally her opening was closed and nearly invisible, but the sight of her dark folds glistening within her spread pussy had ignited something primal within Cynthissis. Even the shameful knowledge that it was a different species that had gotten her aroused did nothing to keep Cynthissis from experimentally sliding a pair of her fingers along the puffy lips of her sex.

The first burst of pleasure had caught Cynthissis off guard and she had nearly gasped. Her body had felt more alive than ever before, and she had had to clench her jaws together tightly to keep from hissing aloud. Unable to hold back Cynthissis had begun to work her long fingers into her slick folds as her body had quivered with desire. Spreading her black labia apart she had started to work her fingers into her body, feeling her fingers slide along every ridge within her sex. She had never indulged in such activities before - she had never felt the urge - but found herself guided by instinct. Using her palm she rubbed against the ebon nub at the apex of her pussy as she had fingered herself, working her womanhood with eager curiosity. Seconds had stretched into years as she had focused upon her cunt, her long digits allowing her to reach deep into her sex. The black chitin of her fingers had become slick with her juices as had wiggled them about, slowly discovering what made her feel even better. Soon a third finger, and then a fourth, had joined the others in playing with her sex. Cynthissis had tried to picture what a male xenomorph would have looked like. She had tried to imagine that it was a male of her own species playing with her cunt and then that it was a black chitinous cock teasing her nethers, but every time Cynthissis had attempted to let her imagination take hold the image had shifted between a xenomorph and human, the features of both being superimposed upon each other in a jumble of confused images.

Eventually a loud human moan had snapped her out of her self-indulgent reverie and Cynthissis had turned her attention back to the humans. Jessica was moving her head rapidly in time with the man's thrusts, and as Cynthissis watched the male finally reached his limits. Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop he had shouted something as she had kept her mouth wide while her hands had jerked up and down the base of his shaft. Cynthissis had been thrilled when spurts of a clear liquid squirted from the head of the human's dick, and she had watched as most of his load had landed in Jessica's mouth or splattered on her face: Cynthissis had been able to witness her first human orgasm. Time had slowed down for her as the male's dick shot his load over her face, her universe burned away until it was nothing but the man's twitching organ and her own leaking cunt. For the human-obsessed Cynthissis it had been a triumphant moment and she had felt a rush of pure ecstasy at having witnessed it. Cynthissis had been surprised when the rising ecstasy seemed to be growing stronger. The sensation was indescribable for her, and it had been centered on her nethers... her pussy... burning... growing hotter...

Only at the last minute had Cynthissis realized what was happening to her, and by then it had been too late for her to do anything but loose herself in the explosion of pleasure.

Not fully in control of her own body Cynthissis had shoved her fingers into her twat as deep as they would go as a thin stream of boiling juices had splattered over her hand. With her mind consumed with the wave of sexual bliss she had simply opened her mouth wide and let out a shockingly loud hiss of pleasure as her body had been assaulted by her very first orgasm. Cynthissis mind had been blinded by a burning white light of pure pleasure and joy as she had bucked her hips against her fingers repeatedly. She had never felt anything so divine, and the beauty of her orgasm had dwarfed her other senses. She had been left in a sensory deprived cocoon of pure carnal satisfaction. A wave of electric pleasure that had burned its way up and down her nerves, making her body feel as though it were about to burst with sheer savage bliss.

It was only when the first bullet had burst through the wall next to her head had Cynthissis fully realized what she had been doing. The loud bang of the gunshot had echoed painfully loud within the confines of the duct and had brought her out of sexual bliss to realize that her masturbation had threatened her life: her cries of ecstasy and the impact of her exoskeleton against the metal duct had created such a cacophony of noise that had alerted every human in the building to her presence. In the bedroom the male had retrieved a small firearm from his discarded clothing and had begun blasting away at Cynthissis' revealed position as the female screamed in fear. Cynthissis had reacted in an instant, darting down the duct even as her juices squirted from her trembling cunny - the instinct for preservation overriding the pleasure of self-discover. Holes in the walls had chased her deeper into the ventilation system as humans had reacted to the raised alarm with violent alacrity.

By the time Cynthissis had managed to escape the human facility the entire building was washed in lights. Armed guards patrolled the grounds as they tried to locate Cynthissis. Cynthissis was dismayed as she watched the activity from a safe distance. Even though they wouldn't find her, she knew she could never use her secret access route again. They would find it and seal it off. And yet, Cynthissis hadn't felt shamed at how her inattentiveness had cost her. Instead, she looked down at her hand, her fingers still glistening with her fluids, and bared her teeth in a smile. She had discovered something even greater.

Unable to resist any longer Cynthissis pushed two of her fingers into her hungry twat, the memories of that night swiftly bringing her arousal to unbearable levels. Some of her juices dribbled down onto the blackened floor of the kitchen as Cynthissis let herself play with her pussy for a few moments to take the edge off. "Oh yes... such a naughty human lover..." she hissed aloud to herself, the shame of the admission turning her own even more. Eventually Cynthissis pulled her fingers free, denying herself to make the desire greater. Her tail swishing from side to side as she made her way out of the kitchen, the act of walking bipedally allowing her juices to run down her armored legs and leave a train along the floor.

The bedroom of the long abandoned home was in much better shape than the first rooms, and as Cynthissis forced open the rusted door she imagined how it would have looked when still occupied. The grime and water damage was gone, leaving the room a warm, inviting place. Even despite the unkind years the room was fairly intact and matched closely to the room Cynthissis had seen Jessica and her male mouth-mating in weeks before. The room was simple but possessed a bed in the center and a closet along one wall. The wall opposite the closet possessed a broken broadcast screen with exposed circuitry poking through the glass. Cynthissis had seen them in the human facilities when they were working, and they usually showed moving pictures of green foliage or open grassland. Cynthissis assumed it was because humans simply didn't enjoy the comfort and safety of living within an enclosed structure. Ever since she had discovered the room she had done her best to clean it was proud at how close it resembled what she had seen from where the humans lived.

Closing the door behind her Cynthissis moved over to the closet, her tail twitching even faster as she neared the center of her shameful fantasy world. Opening up the door she smiled as she found the pile of human clothing undisturbed.

"Right where I left you," she said to herself as she began to pick through the eclectic assortment of items. Jeans, shirts, pants, a bowtie; once she had found herself fantasizing more often about humans and human sexuality, Cynthissis had begun to scavenge human clothing both from the ruins and from the captured prey-mothers. She had learned from examining humans how they dressed themselves, and as she picked up one of her favorite items she felt another erotic thrill. It was a lacy white bra she had found just days earlier. The other items had been collected simply because of her obsession over human artifacts, but this one was large and intact enough to allow her to embrace her fantasizing. Having disrobed a number of captured humans Cynthissis had learned how humans wore their clothing and she swiftly followed suit, avoiding her dorsal spines and pulling the bra around her torso. Finishing with the clasp Cynthissis felt the comforting tightness of the bra around her chest, and she turned to examine herself in the barely damaged closet mirror.

The sight of her breasts confined and pushed upwards in the firm grasp of the bra never failed to make Cynthissis hiss lightly in pleasure. Turning from side to side to examine herself Cynthissis adjusted herself to ensure the best fit. "Just like a human," she said as she admired herself, loving the sensation and feeling of wearing human clothing. If one of her sisters found herself now, there would be nothing she could do to explain herself. She double checked that the bedroom door was fully closed, ignoring the dangerous thrill at the thought of being discovered. Turning back to the mirror Cynthissis slowly walked towards her reflection, trying to move as seductively as she could.

"Oh, hello there, Cynthissis. Isn't it great living with humans doing human things?" she asked her reflection in a happy tone. She let out a laugh as she turned around and bent over to the mirror, revealing her more human-like ass beneath her ridged tail. The folds of her aroused pussy were obvious in her reflection, and her inner thighs glistened with the juices from her arousal. "I bet your human mate is going to love your outfit, Cynthissis. And you, you just love mating with humans, don't you? You're a human lover," she told herself, enjoying the shameful talk as she indulged in her fantasies. It was the evolution of her dreams: where once she had acted and imagined what it was like to be a human, she had found she found a greater thrill imagining what it would be like to just be with humans. She wanted to mate with humans, and it was through her fantasies that she could indulge what the rest of the Hive would look on with shock and disgust.

"Yesss..." she hissed, "I love it when I get to fuck my human mate. I can't wait for him to get home so I can fuck his brains out!" With her own needs growing painfully insistent Cynthissis knew she couldn't wait much longer. Moving back to the closet she opened the topmost drawer and withdrew her most prized possession. She had found it only a few days earlier when examining another abandoned human structure and had found it hidden away beneath the ruins of a bed. At first she hadn't recognized what she had been looking at when she had pulled the large piece of red plastic out, but then she had slowly recognized the familiar rounded end of the object and the veins along its side, and her mind flashed back to the night spent spying on Jessica and her lover. It was a fake human penis.

"Hello, darling," Cynthissis cooed warmly as she stroked a clawed hand along the side of the large sex toy. It was comparable in size to one of her dorsal spines: shorter, perhaps, but thicker as well. One end of it was perfectly crafted to resemble a human cock, but the opposite end was broad, heavy, and flat. Moving back towards the bed she sat down on the edge, her tail curling around her as she stroked her hands up and down its side. "Mmmmm... let Cynthissis get a taste..." she moaned in a low voice as she brought the dildo up to her opened mouths. Pushing her inner jaw out she wrapped her teeth carefully around the tip, just barely managing to fit the big toy into her inner jaw. In her mind it wasn't a piece of red rubber. It was pink and fleshy, and attached to the groin of her imaginary human mate.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you, hun?" she asked him as he rested his hands atop the smooth dome of her head. Slowly Cynthissis began to push more of the toy into her inner jaw, forcing it to stretch to its limits to accommodate the size of his cock. She imagined him moaning happily as she began to work her mouths up and down his shaft. "I'm so much better than any human female," she states as she pulls back before resuming her oral attention, using her dual mouths to begin really working up and down his shaft. She could push her inner jaw up and down his shaft independently of her head, allowing her to suckle and tease his dick twice as much. One of her hands stroked along the base of his shaft as her other hand busied itself between her legs, pressing into her nethers in time with her movements.

Her viscous saliva quickly coated the shaft and she eventually withdrew it from her still slightly-sore inner mouth. "Gonna have to keep working until it doesn't hurt anymore," she remarked before grinning down at her toy. "And I know you'll love using my mouth even more often. But my pussy needs you even more!" Placing the toy on the center of the bed so it rested on the broad flat base Cynthissis quickly straddled the dildo, positioning herself so her dripping cunt was poised just above the rigid red cock. Again she imagined herself with a human male, the man laying down on the bed holding his erection up into the air.

"Yes, Cynthissis, let me fuck you," he would say, his body burning with as much sexual lust as hers. Cynthissis moaned as she began to lower herself downward, spreading the lips of her pussy apart as she pressed against the tip of his dick. "I want you so badly, Cynthissis."

"Then take me, human!" Cynthissis moaned aloud as she lowered herself down onto the rigid faux cock, pushing the first few inches of her toy into her body. Slowly it began to fill her pussy, spreading her labia apart as it sank deeper into her hungry folds. "Yes, give me your human cock!" she grunted happily as she lifted herself up a little before dropping down again, forcing even more back up into her snatch. Her tail lashed out from side to side as she began to move up and down on the toy cock, her hands sliding over her sensitive chitin.

Reaching up to her chest Cynthissis massaged her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, teasing her full mounds as she imagined herself mounting the human male of her dreams. While not as soft as a human's fragile flesh her breasts were still supple and pliable. Cynthissis was careful to avoid tearing through the bra's fabric with her claws as she kneaded the flesh of her tits between her strong fingers. She used her thumb to tease the stiff nipples as she lavished attention upon her large orbs. Every time she rolled her nipple between two of her fingers she felt a bolt of pleasure, urging her on.

"Yes, I want you inside me! Stuff me full!" the xenomorph groaned loudly as she worked more of the cock's length into her hot nethers. Thick slurping noises filled the small room as she began to bounce up and down on the toy, Cynthissis forcing more than half the toy up into her slick confines. Her inner muscles clenched and grasped at the red dick, feeling every artificial vein as it pushed deeper into her cunt.

Soon the dildo stood in a growing puddle of Cynthissis juices as she crammed it up into her pussy. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me you pink little human! Fuck me!" Cynthissis shouted as she slammed herself down, impaling herself on the toy and forcing the last few inches of it up into her cunt. "Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!" Cynthissis' hisses echoed around the room as she pulled up and slammed down again and again, her ass smacking into the bed each time as she worked that dildo into the depths of her pussy.

Cynthissis could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching as she used the entire length of the toy to tease her deepest points. Her sex was on fire as she worked it into her repeatedly, grunting and moaning aloud. She didn't care if any of her sisters found her now - all she cared about was finally getting off. Using both her hands to tease her breasts she whipped her tail around to begin grinding at her clitoris as she drove the cock home.

"Yes, so close! I love human cock! I want more! Oh yes more! Fuck me forever! Love me, my human mate! Love me! Fuck me!" she shouted as she doubled her efforts, her hips moving as rapidly as she could manage. She could imagine the human beneath her howling with delight as he finally gave in to his pleasure, and Cynthissis finally did the same. Throwing her body downward down her pussy squeezed the dildo with hard vigor, and she howled her orgasm to the world. Hisses of pleasure echoed within the confined quarters, bouncing from wall to wall as she felt her body melt. Cynthissis' insides were like liquid electricity: bolts of blissful lightning that tried their best to fry her nerves. Her juices splattered out around the edges of the dildo as she quivered and spasmed in ecstasy as her body was blasted by a volcanic eruption of pleasure.

Panting heavily Cynthissis toppled over onto her side to land on the bed heavily. Leaving her toy wedged in her cunt she panted heavily, taking deep rattling breaths as she simply lay there basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. "So good..." she hissed softly as she rested, one finger still playing idly with her covered breasts as she slowly began to come down. Her legs lay in a pool of her hot girl-cum, soaking into the long forgotten bed. The sensation of the fake cock shoved deep within gave her a contented, filled feeling, and she was in no hurry to end it. Soon she would need to return to the Hive and take care of her duties, but for now she could simply relax and savor the pleasure.

"If only..." she said aloud as she glanced down at the rest of the empty bed, letting the rest of the sentence hang in the air. She wouldn't voice her deep lust aloud now: it was too shameful even for her. Her fantasies were means of escape, but she knew she could never make fantasy a reality. She lied and told herself how she loved the fantasy and not the reality. But inside, she knew the truth. Only once her unnatural lusts for humans had been slaked did the doubts and shame come rushing back to assault her mind.

All she could picture was the disapproving looks and pheromone scents of her sisters if they ever found out. The fact that she had once felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought of discovery dismayed Cynthissis - deep down she knew she had to keep her fetish a secret from the rest of the hive. But even as filled with regrets as she always was, Cynthissis made no move to take off the bra cradling her tits or remove her human sex-toy resting between her deep folds. She kept trying to convince herself she was just indulging a harmless fantasy, but even leaving her true desires unspoken the truth was too much for her to simply ignore.

'If only I had a real human to share this with.'

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DD108/USS.Dorset Connecting...

>> G://Weyland-Yutani.LV5512.service connected >> 'Welcome to LV5512 Colonial Server. Please enter your login and password to connect. LV5512 is a Weyland-Yutani Terraforming Project. Weyland-Yutani - Building Better Worlds.' >> LOGIN: USCM Override >> PASSWORD: ******** >> >> Login Accepted >> >> Automatic Guidance activated >> Downloading ColonyDataServer.backup >> >> Downloading: 68% >> Downloading: Complete. Opening file... >> >> Warning: High Structural Damage >> Warning: Xenomorph threat detected >> Warning: Unstable Weather Conditions >> Status: Colonial Population: depleted >> Threat Level: Omega Priority One >> >> Unsealing Confidential Orders >> Obj.1: Secure protection of LV5512 population >> Obj.2: Eradicate xenos threat >> Obj.3: Protect Weyland-Yutani property >> Obj.4: ACCESS DENIED >> >> Activation.DD108/USSDorset >> Ending A://Cryo-Sleep.exe >> Awakening USCM Personnel >> Alert Weyland-Yutani.LV5512.administration as to USCM presence >> Prepare for imminent combat landing