The Perfect Orgasm... I Mean Organism
Note: I already have this up on AO3 if you prefer to read it there ^w^
The Perfect Orgasm... I Mean Organism - pvppyf4ngz - Alien Series [Archive of Our Own]
Exploring an abandoned research facility on your own probably wasn’t a good idea. You’d overheard some things about this place. Apparently, this facility was once used to study a very species of alien: xenomorphs. The xenomorphs that were captive in the facility managed to break out of containment one day and wreaked havoc on the staff. Not a single one was spared, and the facility was abandoned after that. It hadn’t been touched in nearly forty years or so now — until you decided to come along. You couldn’t help it; you needed to satisfy your curiosity, and you had a knack for exploring abandoned places. Equipped with a flashlight, a journal, a camera, water, snacks, and a first-aid kit, you were all set to check out the research facility.
Naturally, the research facility was quite dilapidated after four decades of neglect. Some of the walls were cracking and crumbling, vegetation was growing in and around the building, and all of the equipment left behind were covered in dust. Perhaps the most disturbing thing of all was the strange, black, resinous substance that coated the walls of the facility. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it had something to do with the xenomorphs. Your stomach sank when you came across the vague outline of what was once a human body, decayed long ago.
The facility was eerily silent as you wandered through the corridors. Not a single living creature was present aside from yourself — or at least, that was what you assumed. You couldn’t completely shake off the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, though you tried to assure yourself that it was just paranoia.
That is, until you caught a glimpse of it.
It was only a flicker of movement, but it was enough proof that you weren’t alone in this facility. You knew what you saw. It was a tail. That seemed like as good enough of a warning to leave the abandoned facility as any. You turned on your heel and sped through the hallways, careful to keep your gait at a speed walk rather than a full sprint; you didn’t want to risk triggering the alien’s hunting instincts.
A startled yelp sounded from you as something large dropped down in front of you from an open vent. Perfectly timed, too; you were just rounding a corner when the alien revealed itself to you. You got a good look at its sleek, black figure, which bore a wide array of biomechanical features, such as the four large pipes that protruded from its back. Strange how much its smooth, elongated head resembled a phallus.
The xenomorph rose up on its hind legs — standing easily a foot or two taller than you — and stared at you, its silvery teeth glistening with saliva. How strange that, despite its lack of discernible eyes, it still seemed like it could “see” you somehow. Its tail swished dangerously behind it, and you gulped when you saw the large, sharp barb at the end of it. The creature let out a low, threatening hiss, and you caught a small glimpse of the inner, pharyngeal jaw. What a horrifying aspect to an already-terrifying beast.
The xenomorph took a menacing step towards you, and you instinctively took a step back. Your own instincts were screaming at you to run and put as much distance between yourself and the alien as possible, but logically, you knew that it was already too late to flee. Again, there was the heavy risk of triggering its prey drive if you turned tail and fled. So, you opted to try and back away slowly. It worked on other predatory creatures, so perhaps it would work with a xenomorph. Bad move.
It hissed a warning at you, and you halted in your tracks. Okay, then. You weren’t going anywhere just yet. Got it. The xenomorph took a few more steps towards you, closing the distance that separated you two. You flinched as it extended its long, clawed fingers towards you. It didn’t kill you, however. Instead, it gingerly brushed a claw against your cheek. When you didn’t move, it took the opportunity to investigate further, and it bent down to sniff the top of your head. You felt its breath against a few strands of hair, and you hoped that it wouldn’t get any of its drool on your hair. Its tail swayed lazily behind it as its head trailed down to explore other parts of your body, and you shivered when it sniffed at your neck. Its fingers too, explored your figure, carefully brushing against your skin and clothes. The xenomorph seemed fascinated by how warm and soft your skin was compared to its colder, tougher hide. Your clothes were another item of interest. How soft they were and unlike other materials it had seen and touched.
Finally, after several minutes the xenomorph was satisfied with its inspection, and it took a step back in order to stare at your features as a whole. It cocked its head curiously to one side and let out a short series of clicks that varied in pitch and duration. Was it trying to communicate with you?
“Uh… hi?” you squeaked, unsure of how you should respond. The alien tilted its head further, and it let out a single chuff, not unlike the friendly greeting that tigers used. After a few seconds of silence, it chuffed again and stared at you expectantly, as though awaiting a response. Not wanting to seem rude in front of a creature so clearly designed to kill, you did your best to mimic its chuff. This pleased the xenomorph, who then let out a friendly-sounding noise — something like a squee, but softer and quieter. Well, good to know you weren’t going to end up on its dinner plate tonight.
Now that it seemed like you were on friendly enough terms with the xenomorph, you turned and began making your way towards the entrance. The alien trailed closely behind you, which made you a little uneasy despite its clear lack of malicious intent. It couldn’t be helped; your response was only natural to prey when faced with a powerful predator.
When you finally reached the exit, you turned and slowly waved goodbye to the xenomorph, to which it cocked its head and made that friendly noise again. It was almost like the alien was inviting you to come back and visit soon. With a small smile, you turned and left the premises of the facility.
It wasn’t long before you returned to visit the xenomorph; only a few days had passed since your initial encounter with one another. This time, rather than silently stalk you while you wandered the halls, the xenomorph was waiting for you right by the entrance. When it spotted you, it squeed and trotted out of the building to meet you. It chuffed a couple of times as it approached, and you chuffed back. The creature stopped just a couple of feet in front of you and dipped its head, and you did the same. It then hissed softly before it turned to lead you into the dilapidated place that it called home.
Over the next few weeks, you spent much of your time with the xenomorph, getting to know the creature — and in turn, a bit about its species as a whole — in greater depth than anyone ever before you. You learned just how intelligent these creatures could be; it observed you when you jotted down notes about it in your journal, and it tilted its head when you began sketching it in tremendous detail. Upon completing them, you showed them to the xenomorph, who let out a soft trill as it gazed upon the images. It reached out to touch one of the sketches, and you wondered if it recognized itself in them. You observed how gently its fingers brushed against the paper, as though it were afraid that one wrong move would result in its claws tearing up your hard work. When it finished studying your sketches, it turned to you and lightly bumped its head against your forehead, as if to say, “Thank you.” Needless to say, this action left you astonished.
Your next major breakthrough was when the xenomorph allowed you to be the one to initiate physical contact with it. Slowly and carefully so as not to startle it, you extended your hand towards its head. It stood utterly still before you — and silent, too. For a moment, you wondered if it would suddenly swipe at you with its claws. Fortunately, these fears did not come into fruition, and you soon found your hand resting atop the smooth dome of the alien’s head. It was almost exactly the same as the chitin that made up the exoskeletons of arthropods — only, it was much more durable. You slowly stroked the xenomorph’s smooth head, and it let out a low, contented rumble. Encouraged by this response, you stroked it more and roamed your hands over a few other areas of interest, such as the pipe-like dorsal spines. The alien allowed this exploration of its physical features, though you kept your hands away from its mouth for now.
Its tail twitched when your fingers brushed against it, but quickly stilled. You noted the many spines that ran along the top of its tail, an obvious defense against any creature that tried to grab or bite it there — though you weren’t sure it needed many more defenses in addition to the highly corrosive acid it had for blood. The acidic blood was something you learned about when the xenomorph came up to you one day while sporting a few injuries, all of which were minor. You imagined that whatever attacked it didn’t get very far before reeling back in agony as the acid ate away at its flesh, allowing the xenomorph to finish the job. Great caution was exercised on both of your ends as you took the spear-like tip of the alien’s tail between your fingers and ran them along to the very tip of it. After this particular visit, you felt as though the intimacy of your relationship increased significantly.
You were proven right when, during your next encounter, the xenomorph brought you deeper into the facility than you’d ever been. It led you to an area filled with holding cells once used to contain and observe the xenomorphs, all of them showing some signs of damage and wear. The cells weren’t very large, and the poor creatures couldn’t have been too comfortable spending most — if not all — of their time there, but in the absence of humans and the freedom that your companion had to roam around the abandoned premises as it pleased, this individual thought of one of the chambers in a far corner of the space as a perfect spot to make its nest. Its bed consisted of moss and other soft plants that it’d managed to get its hands on. The resinous substance produced from its mouth coated the glass window of the cell, making its nest private enough to its liking.
You realized quickly that this xenomorph could not have come from the original batch that escaped containment and brought the facility to its knees. What captive creature would return to the very space it had been tormented in, much less make its nest there? That also explained its overall lack of hostility during your first encounter. It was oblivious to the many ways in which it could be harmed by people, and for its sake, you hoped that things stayed that way for as long as it lived.
The xenomorph settled down on its nest and motioned towards a spot beside it with its head, inviting you to lie down next to it. You were happy to oblige, and you settled into the moss bed with a soft smile. The xenomorph bared its teeth in an attempt to mimic your expression, which you were sure would have scared the absolute shit out of anyone who was unfamiliar with this beautiful creature. You, however, only giggled and reached up to stroke its head the way it liked, earning a pleased rumble from it.
The duration of your visits gradually increased after the xenomorph shared its nest with you. You would often walk around the facility and even the terrain outside of it with your alien companion, learning even more about it and the world it lived in. Occasionally, you even had the rare opportunity to watch it hunt. It preferred to hunt at night, when the shadows were its greatest ally. Similarly to a cat, it would stealthily stalk towards its prey, and only when it was too late for its quarry would the alien burst forth from its cover and tackle its prey to the ground before they even realized what was happening. Sometimes, it would impale its prey on its tail, but more often than not, you saw the inner pharyngeal jaw in action as it delivered a swift, well-aimed, and lethal blow to the head.
After these excursions, the two of you would return to its nest to relax and simply enjoy each other’s company. Oftentimes, you would sit and lean against its side while you took notes and sketched in your journal, and the xenomorph was always content to watch you as you worked. There were a few occasions where you even stayed the night, wrapped in the alien’s embrace with its body and tail curled protectively around you.
In order to make the nest a little more comfortable for both yourself and the xenomorph, you began to bring some old, unused blankets with you and offer them up to your alien friend, who was more than happy to accept these gifts into its nest. It wasn’t content, however, to leave you being the only one between the two of you to leave gifts, and it soon began to return the favor — fresh, warm corpses of various prey it hunted weren’t exactly your cup of tea, though. Despite your attempts to remain polite and accept its gifts, the xenomorph sensed that it needed to find presents more suitable to your tastes, and it instead started bringing you pretty rocks and random trinkets that it found. Seeing that these sorts of things pleased you, the xenomorph endeavored to continue finding and gifting you with such objects. It even extended this range of objects to flowers after watching you pluck a few during one of your hikes.
You were growing more fond of the creature with each passing visit, and soon, you made sure to visit every day whenever you could afford to do so. It too, grew increasingly fond of you, and it almost never left your side during your visits. Whenever you had to leave, it followed you increasingly further before it headed back to the facility, but it seemed to understand that you could not bring it into your home. There were simply too many people around, too many greedy bastards who lusted after money and power and would try to seize your xenomorph friend at the first chance they got. For its sake as well as yours, your friendship had to remain a secret.
Six months after your initial encounter with the xenomorph, your relationship reached even greater heights. You were lounging in its nest together, with the xenomorph’s limbs and tail splayed every which way. Suddenly, a deep rumble escaped its throat, followed by a quiet hiss as it turned its head towards you.
You froze. Had it decided to terminate this friendship — and you alongside it? No, that wasn’t it. You knew what its hisses sounded like when laced with hostility. This one was different; it sounded more frustrated than anything. You learned the reason for its frustration when its hips rolled onto one side, exposing a slit that was just barely visible to the human eye. You watched in amazement as its phallus emerged from the slit, already dripping with a strange, black substance that you could only assume was its pre-cum. When the entirety of its length had revealed itself to you in all its glory, you were unable to stop your mouth from hanging agape.
It was the most beautiful penis you’d ever seen.
Naturally, it was notably larger than a human’s, but that wasn’t what caught most of your attention. What did catch your attention were the biomechanical features that matched the rest of its body, along with the ridges that ran along the top and bottom of the shaft. It all ended with a beautifully-tapered tip, the purpose of which you would soon find out. There was no doubt in your mind that these features would mix together to form the most pleasurable sensations — provided you were well-lubricated. Luckily for you, the xenomorph was leaking enough fluids to eliminate that issue.
A low growl sounded from the alien, which snapped you out of simply gawking at its erection. Right. It wanted a means of relieving itself of the burning sensations coursing through its body, and naturally, you were its first pick. The xenomorph stared down at you with drool dripping from its maw, and you swallowed nervously. Could you really get it on with a xenomorph? You already knew the answer before you even finished asking yourself that question. Yes. Absolutely. You wanted that alien dick inside of you right now.
You all-too-eagerly stripped off your clothes and tossed them into the far corner of the cell. Now, there was nothing left to the xenomorph’s imagination. Another growl erupted from its throat as it inhaled your scent that was no longer partially obscured by your clothing. It could smell your arousal clear as day, which in turn only riled it up more.
A flurry of black crossed your vision, and you yelped as you found yourself suddenly flipped onto your stomach with your ass in the air. You immediately felt the xenomorph’s hard length pressing against your backside, and it hissed softly in your ear as it positioned yourself just outside of your waiting entrance.
In the next second, you found yourself being penetrated, accompanied by the squelching of your walls. The alien gripped your thighs as it pushed the first couple of inches inside of you, careful not to draw blood with its sharp claws — not that you would have minded; you were a bit of a masochist. After meeting a bit of resistance from your tight walls, the xenomorph slowly pulled out before it pushed back in again, going a little deeper than it did the first time around. It repeated this process, gradually stretching you around its cock and getting you used to its size until it was finally able to fully sheath itself inside of you. A low growl rumbled from its chest as it took a moment to bask in the sensation of being fully surrounded by your warmth, and you got some extra time to adjust.
It trilled softly in your ear before nuzzling against the side of your neck, as if it was assuring you that everything was going to be okay. You didn’t doubt it for one second. Slowly and carefully, the xenomorph began to thrust in and out of you, testing how rough it was allowed to be. Its movements earned some moans from you, and it gradually increased the force and pace of its thrusts, encouraged by your increasingly loud and frequent cries of pleasure.
Soon, the two of you were squealing in ecstasy, almost completely drowning out the squelching made by the alien’s cock relentlessly driving itself into you deep and hard. Dear god, it felt wonderful! Its ridges rubbed against your walls in all of the right places, causing you to clench tighter around it. Your fingers curled around the blankets beneath you as though you needed them to live, and you moaned in delight as the xenomorph’s claws dug into your hips hard enough to draw blood. Its tail lashed violently with each thrust, slamming against the walls of the cell with enough force to shatter bone. You didn’t even mind the drool that dripped all over your neck and shoulders.
Finally, you felt a tightening sensation in your abdomen, and you knew that you were nearing your climax. You reached towards your swollen clit with one hand and began to rub it, which gave you the last push you needed. Just a few seconds later, you cried and arched your back as waves of pleasure washed over you, drawn out by the xenomorph’s continued thrusting. Its hips grinded against yours as it breathed against your neck, and you were met with a twinge as its sharp teeth sunk into your delicate flesh. The alien slowed down its thrusts enough so that it wouldn’t accidentally tear your neck open, displaying a remarkable amount of restraint. It growled its approval as it tasted a few drops of blood, but it maintained enough self-control to keep itself from biting down much harder, and it eventually pulled away from your neck.
You panted as you caught your breath, but the alien wasn’t finished with you just yet. A squeak left your lips as it resumed pounding into you at the same speed as before, now in pursuit of its own orgasm. Your whole body trembled; you didn’t know how much more of this you could take, but it felt so good that you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Besides, you’d feel guilty if you got to orgasm while the xenomorph didn’t.
Its claws raked your thighs and hips bloody as it slammed its cock into you with wild abandon, but you didn’t care — not when it was making you feel so, so good. You could barely think straight anymore, overwhelmed by a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. God, you never wanted this to end.
It wasn’t until several minutes later that your alien lover finally reached its climax, letting out a loud shriek as its cock twitched and pulsed erratically inside of you, sending you over the edge a second time. You rode out your orgasms together, though the xenomorph’s lasted considerably longer than yours and spanned over several seconds. Then, you felt some increased pressure against your walls as something made its way inside of you — something large and round.
You felt it settle into place deep inside of you, and then, you felt another one sliding in. That’s when the realization hit you: these were eggs. Each one was probably about the size of a small fist, and you wondered how many of these the xenomorph could lay. Luckily for you, not too many; your body wouldn’t be able to hold more than a few of them. The third and final egg slid into place, and the xenomorph hissed as it released another load of cum, ensuring that the eggs were secure inside of you.
For a few minutes, the two of you stayed like that, your bodies connected to one another in the most intimate of ways. Then, with a grunt, the xenomorph pulled out of you, leaving behind a messy trail of dark, sticky fluids.
Tired and spent from the ordeal, the alien wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled onto its side, bringing you with it. It trilled softly into your ears and nuzzled your neck, its heavy breath making your hairs stand on end. You could feel the weight of the eggs inside of you, and you gently placed a hand on the slight bulge in your abdomen. The xenomorph’s tail whapped lazily against the ground as it watched you, and the two of you laid in each other’s company for a long while, basking in the afterglow of your coupling.
When your mouth opened into a wide yawn, the xenomorph pulled you closer against it and wrapped its tail around you. It chittered softly, as though encouraging you to get some sleep. You obliged and snuggled against the alien with a fond smile, feeling your eyelids beginning to droop. It wasn’t long before they fluttered shut and your breathing evened out, signaling to the xenomorph that you’d fallen asleep. Only then did it allow itself to relax and do the same, its body curled protectively around you throughout the entire night.
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