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Xenomorphs. A curiosity of scientists and biologists everywhere. Curious hive-minded beings that seemed to adapt to any planet, any oxygen levels, any gravitational levels. Just seeming to adapt, adjust, and learn to survive just as quickly. Evolution at its finest.
For centuries, these things were regarded as creatures. Things that couldn’t feel nor understand like a human could- or the hunters that hunted them, the Yautja. The Yautja clearly had the same complexities that humans did, but as prior scientists watched Xenomorphs, the only answer they could come up with was something animalistic.
As you and your team found out, that wasn’t the case at all.
The hive your team had been tasked to watch had shown intense, complex emotions and understanding. They learned quickly and could communicate even with your team. But where the Yautja had their translators, the Xenomorphs had body language. They learned mimicry through your team, learning basic things from nodding to shakes of the head to more complex emotions like sneering.
This hive seemed to function more closely to a community. They had no Queen, at least not in the sense of one immobile being creating eggs. There was a Queen, and she was the largest of them all, but she could move around and seemed unable to copulate. She was the first your team had met, one of your fellow scientists having been the one to brave her, fully knowing they might have been slashed to pieces.
You blamed their horny mind, hopeful to die by the claws of a huge woman.
But it seemed the Queen had understood your team’s stance in terms of study and bonding. That you did not wish to kill, maim, or otherwise hurt them. But just...study. Study how they came to this planet and how they were thriving- let alone evolving at the rate they were.
On either side of her had been Knights, your team nicknamed them. She had two Knights, not as big as her by a long shot, but definitely bigger than the drones- or Pawns that walked about. They had huge shielded heads like she did, spiking up into a crown-like shape on the tops of their head. Spears, you’d later find in your studies. They used the spikes much like their tails; Like spears.
One of the Knights takes a shining to you during your studies.
Your team lives in a lab just outside the hive, interconnected by the Xenomorphs who happily helped build the thick black walls to connect. They all saw you as a part of the hive, making it easy to walk in and out. As long as you all respected the same culture and the Queen, it seemed cohabiting was the answer.
It helped that the Xenomorphs all seemed interested in learning from humankind in turn. Potato chips, as it turned out, seemed to be a favorite to thief for them.
Something eerie about hearing the crunching of said chips in the dark when you were in the hive.
In turn, you learn to bow to the Queen or kneel to her when she is within your sight. You learn that the Knights are to be respected the very same after you had a tail aimed at your throat. Hysterically, that becomes the one who takes a shining to you. You call him Prince, since his attitude is that akin to the Queen. A name he responds to nowadays.
You learn that the “Face Huggers” do not exist in this hive, but that the Xenomorphs have developed heat and rut cycles. The Queen does not breed, your team guesses due to not wanting other royalty in the way. But her Pawns, Knights, and others do.
Except they can’t seem to...with each other.
Evolution in their hive comes quickly, but it seems that is not fast enough for a new solution. Your team works alongside them, trying to figure out the answer. And then your team finds it.
To put it simply. The eggs cannot survive in cold temperatures. The Xenomorphs who can hold the eggs given to them are too cold internally for the eggs to survive. So, they start nesting them instead, trying to use gored animals as warm hosts. Your team helps once you learn, starting to incubate them and caring for them in this huge ‘nursery’.
You are tasked with incubation duty. Something Prince becomes interested in, constantly sitting watch with you as you meticulously and gently place every egg and inspect them for anything every single day.
You talk to him, and he begins to learn your mannerisms- how to reply to you, how to emulate external emotions, and how to mimic your body language. A shake of the head, nodding, huffing if he finds something amusing. Hell, he even tries smiling, showing off all fanged teeth and the inner mouth that snaps curiously forward.
You laughed nervously the first time he did it. Namely because his clawed hands had grabbed your head and tilted it up towards him, seemingly wanting you to watch if he was doing it right.
In turn, you learn his body language and replies. Certain hisses mean certain things, certain chuffs and huffs meaning just the same. And somewhere, somehow down along the line. Prince became attached to you. And you, to him.
Very attached.
Then before you knew it you were being courted. He brought you shiny things, soft furs carefully skinned and mimicking the blankets you had in the lab- of course without any fancy stitching. He brought you food even, or at least tried to a few times before he realized bloody corpses weren’t your speed. Then he started raiding your lab’s fridge, bringing you random foods from there that made you laugh.
In the end, it worked.
You ended up getting more than you bargained for, not that you ended up minding though. Not when you were bent in half in his den, gasping and crying out as one his clawed hands covered your eyes. The other holding onto your thigh to push you back so he had perfect access to fuck into you.
Becoming a bonded pair was just like if there had been two xenomorphs that were a bonded pair. He was protective of you and also insisted on either sleeping in your bed or trying to drag you back into his den. His den now had blankets and pillows carefully placed in it, furs he had skinned himself as well. As if he was trying to make it as comfortable for you as possible.
You think fondly of him on your current trip. Your family asks if you have a partner yet, if you’ve thought about kids, and you bite your cheek trying not to laugh. Instead, you tell them jokingly that your research required you to care for enough children to be satisfied eternally that you did not want any.
All they knew is that you were studying new life forms. Not how, not why, not where. A secret operation, of course. But, you had a family here as well.
Family you were inclined to visit for a week.
You know that Prince was concerned, not quite understanding what you meant by going away for seven moons. Your fellow team updated you, letting you know they were handling him just fine and that he just missed you. One of your fellow scientists had even sent a picture of Prince in your bed, buried in all your blankets and sheets and looking as pouty as an alien his stature could look.
But now, you’re on your way back to the lab. You made sure to shower and dress in new clothing, knowing that the hive wouldn’t take kindly to new scents. When the automatic shuttle stops outside your lab, you’re greeted by your team who welcome you back with hugs and updates.
There’s a low hiss that echoes within the walls of the lab and one of the other scientists pulls a face like she's trying not to laugh. You can’t help but smile back, tipping your head back to look up at the tall ceiling. Vaguely in the dark you can make out a shiny, dark shape.
“Hi, baby.” You croon out into the darkness. Instead of a hiss you hear this almost purring snarl echoed back at you. Before a huge body pounces, landing on the empty floor to the side of you.
He’s huge, a little bigger than last you saw him just this week. Seems his shed came and went quickly. The others have left the room now, letting you have a moment with Prince as you reach up, something he quickly understands as he leans down to your height.
You press a kiss to the smooth surface of his maw, avoiding the silver sharp teeth. Prince’s hands come down, gripping your waist and trying to draw you close to him. You know it to be a trick, but you allow it anyway. Already interlocking your arms behind the solid shield of his head.
In an instant he’s grabbing you tight. Taking off towards the hive chambers with your legs interlocking around the notches of his bony waist in turn. Not letting go until you enter his den, dropping you off in the center of it. A low indentation of rock filled with soft objects that makes you laugh as you fall into it.
When you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him in the dark, there’s only one light illuminating the den. A lantern you had stuck in here ages ago, dimmed by time. Prince is looming over you, long arms caging you, his imposing head nudging at your chest and chuffing against you in a scenting fashion. A similar expression to how you as humans desired to kiss.
“Hey, I took a shower,” You start to argue, only to gasp out when a claw hitches under your shirt and rips it off. It soon follows your breathy giggles, squirming as cold breath fans across your chest and going lower and lower. “I-Is it your season already?”
You hear a rumbling hiss from his chest, vaguely seeing the shine of his head in the way he nods. It’s almost frantic how his claws hitch into your pants. Tugging and tugging until you lift your hips to help him faster.
You spread your legs, hooking your own hands under your thighs and spreading yourself apart like a show. You feel cold drool hitting your cunt, making your hips jump backwards at the sensation before his cold maw is rubbing at you. The best he could do to give you sensation without splitting you apart with teeth or hands.
You were in for a ride.
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Prince’s season meant staying in his den until he was satisfied. It also meant he was trying to fuck you like he was trying to breed you. Something you’re acutely aware as he now fucks you on all fours, his tail wrapped tight around your thigh to pull it apart and his arms keeping you up as your body trembles and shakes.
Not that you help him much by begging him to breed you and fuck you raw. Until your voice gave out and you wind up just gasping and moaning helplessly.
Each ribbed texture of his cock popping into you makes you whimper out, feeling how his knot presses at your hole but can’t get inside yet. Always trying to grind his hips against you and snarling whenever you whine that it won’t fit. Squirming against him just so he’d sink his claws into you a little and lean down to threaten his sharp teeth over your shoulder.
You sob out as you’re suddenly and abruptly pushed off his cock, his tail yanking you and sliding you into position on your back. You squirm until his long fingers wrap around your throat, not choking, just holding you. His other hand presses at your other thigh, forcing your legs apart as he hisses when he pushes himself back into you nice and slow.
Your eyes roll back, unfocused as your hips tilt upwards into his. The hand pressing at your thigh moves, fingertips gingerly brushing across your engorged clit. Carefully using only the rough, ribbed pad of his thumb to slide back and forth like how you showed him how you liked.
“Oh God-” You cry, reaching down to grab onto his forearm with desperation. You squeeze tight around his cock, knowing Prince appreciates it judging by the harsh thrust into you. Pressing until his knot presses at the rim of your hole before his hips pull back to fuck into you again. Always meeting at that same point. Never quite pressing inside you, but clearly wanting to.
He wouldn’t have eggs this season, and that you are thankful for. You wouldn’t have to worry about reminding him to pull out or knowing he’d feel as though he’d wasted a batch. Besides, his cum wasn’t compatible with your body to create any sort of hybrid- your team had done extensive research for that.
What? Had to be thorough.
Your eyes roll back as another wave of an orgasm reaches you. You arch your back off the nest, feeling his hand squeeze lightly around your throat with tiny pin pricks of his claws. It aids you, cumming with a loud cry from your own lips that is met by his own tense hiss and frantic humping of his hips.
You sob when Prince stops moving his hips, pulling out abruptly once again just to quickly start to bend you into a new position for him to sink into you. Rushing to roll you onto your side, pulling your leg up and over his shoulder. He presses forward into you, bending you in half and trapping you. His huge head leaning over you, drooling into your neck as you toss your head to the side in overstimulation and let your eyes roll back.
You’d be his doll until he was tired out. Something that could be hours from now. It would take him much longer to cum, and it’d only happen until he could fit his knot into you.
Something you know he’d take his sweet, sweet time on. Just to feel your warmth and heat around him.
What a hell of a welcome home gift.