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Infested Station - (Maj.Mario + Iridium248)

The leathery sac of the cocoon split. It tore, oozing fluid - Shedding scraps of flesh, revealing the Crawler at last...And it's transformed Queen! The creature had changed, significantly, from it's juvenile state...That stiff carapace giving way to more muscle, corded muscle - Bulking up the upper and lower limbs! That high-crested skull was even taller, now - More regal, a faint glow backlighting those burning yellow eyes...That perpetual grin lingering, three-fingered hands flexing, kneading the air...

The Crawler's powerful chest, those pronounced upper limbs and pelvis - the upright posture the creature now assume - told of its divergent evolution...An evolution made to conquer the confines of the artificial environment it'd found itself in. The Brood's pheromone sacs exhaled a perpetual mist, nearly sweating testosterone...That whiplike tail thickening, too, a flexile limb capable of gripping and pulling with great force-! In a perverse way, it'd configured itself to be the ideal mate of the fertile females on the station, to be desirable to the human vixens that were ripe for the *taking*...

-A form that *radiated* alpha male.

The Brood alpha salivated at the thought, froth gathering at that slab-toothed maw - Tongue playing and in out, tasting the air~! Those upper limbs flexed, one more time, raking experimentally at the air...Before turning to the rather more rewarding prospect of kneading Claire's nubile flesh! A deep, deep rumble of satisfaction pulsed from the Crawler's three lungs - the better to fuel the creature's overclocked metabolism, as carapace gave way to more flexible, pitted hide...Blunt claws, coming to armor-piercing points, squeezing the lovely mechanic's full breasts - Sliding up and over her flanks, as if admiring the creature's masterwork-!

Breed.

The thought would pulse in Claire's mind, a primal urge as powerful as a climax - A reward for her initiative. Yes; This would be the perfect place for the Hive's hatchery...With Claire as it's very first Queen! But the next impulse/demand that flooded her mind - Hard enough to blot out all thought - was triggered by her musing about 'other females'...

WHERE?

And she'd feel the crawler's *lust*, that primal need, that craving...That overriding impulse to find more fertile females and *claim* them - Until the station was entirely the creature's domain!
 
The new and improved Claire, with her red biochitin touch-ups adorning her limbs and shapely form, moaned in delight when her skin was exposed to the warm air of the utility tunnels, her body slick and wet from that oozing fluid she had been submerged inside. To anyone else- anyone who wasn't enlightened- the sight of the brood crawler's new and improved form would have invoked such incredible amounts of fear that they would either piss their pants or scramble over each other in a frantic attempt at escaping. But to Claire, she thought of the new body, her wonderful boyfriend's form, as something out of the pages of some fantastical magazine. The alien was magnificent, handsome and of course, virile as ever. How anyone could think of running away or resisting her boyfriend's advances was beyond her. As such, she eagerly pressed her form against the crawler's own and cooed in delight when those blunt claws slid up her sides and squeezed her breasts. My my, she was nigh-intoxicated on the musk her crawler boyfriend gave her, and more than that, loyal to the cause!

"Hnn... Y-yes, of course," Claire mewled as she 'heard' the crawler's thought. She arched her back and shuddered, soon feeling fluids dripping down her thighs that belonged to her. "I'll start... right away. Mhmm... Perhaps in an hour y-you'll have something to come home to?"

Claire was just dying to serve, to please her wonderful boyfriend after such a delightful fucking he had given her. She thought about covering patches of the walls, floors and ceiling with viscous purple creep so she could place down a few organic objects after gathering enough material. Knowing that her boyfriend's wriggling sperm was assaulting her eggs gave Claire plenty of encouragement to hole up in a comfortable corner and give birth to whatever came out of her... Perhaps the offspring would resemble her, or better yet, their father? Claire licked her lips at the idea of bringing to life little spawn for the Hive-

And then Claire froze and arched her back as a powerful orgasm shot through her system, all thanks to the brood crawler's powerful, primal voice drowning out everything else in her mind. My my, her boyfriend was so eager to get to know everyone else! Claire couldn't blame him; in fact she supported his desires just as much and wanted nothing more than to have all fertile females of this station claimed by him. To answer the Brood Alpha's question, all Claire could do was to imagine a few places on the upper levels of the station, specifically the security offices, life support systems, medbays and automated defense quarters. Of course, the busty nurse in the medbay still needed to be claimed, but there were so many other options as well! The beautiful systems analyst, the station's gunner and turret mechanic, and finally, the two security officers, one cold and calculating, the other warm and compassionate.

"Haaa... Th-they're calling out to you, master," Claire moaned. She placed her hand upon the Brood Alpha's thick carapace and giggled. "Can I help in any way?"
 
So many beauties - So many fertile females. *Such* a choice to make.

But the Crawler was beginning to think tactically, not just on the swarm instinct that'd carried it this far - Perhaps some of Claire's memories, her expertise, had rubbed off onto it...It knew, now, that control over the station was power. A power it'd need, to become master of it's domain! And *that* thought made it salivate, a deep, abiding hunger thrilling through the transfigured Brood...

-Yes.

The system analyst first. As if in echo of Claire's thoughts, the Brood Crawler's new hands fondled her, even as she writhed from the orgasm it'd imparted...The creature's scratchy thoughts against hers, imparting pleasure, dominance - She would *always* know how much the Hive King craved her, wanted to *take* her again...And again - and again - until her womb *swelled* with hybrid children-! Sons; Soon, she'd be making sons for it!

A wave of approval lapped against Claire, urging the thoughts she'd about turning the place into their Hatchery...A private little paradise, the true start of the Hive. This was something the creature would do alone, would relish - the spike of hormones that surged through it, that made that obscene shaft (Still slick with Claire's juices) stiffen all over again...To the Crawler, the *chase* was as important as the prize-!
 
"Uuuguu!~"

Gods, the Brood Alpha/Crawler was so, so very affectionate towards Claire that she could hardly stand it any longer! As his scratchy, garbled thoughts pounded into her mind like each skillful thrust of a slick cock, she fought back with a singular, powerful thought of her own. Yes, she had accepted her role as a queen and as the crawler's boyfriend, even going so far as to have her womb swelling with hybrid children loyal to the cause. To her, there was nothing more orgasmic than serving the Hive, showing complete and utter obedience towards the wonderful creature who had shown her such great times. But her thought- though not as powerful as the crawler's own- was clear: as soon as the crawler returned to the new hatchery Claire built, after he was finished claiming as many females as he could, he was to settle down with her... and ravage her body without pause, filling her body with as much sperm as it could carry. It wasn't so much of an order as it was a sultry plea from such a dedicated, loyal girlfriend!~

"Ooooh... Mhmm!~ I'll g-get started... right away!" Claire cooed. She detached herself from the crawler and stood on quivering legs as if she was still having one great orgasm. "Oh! Y-you've taken Xiang, haven't you? Naughty naughty... I'll h-have her help me..."

Oh yes, Claire would be busy down here, but she wouldn't compromise Xiang's position. Being that the busty researcher still looked human, it would be good to have her sneak around and disable security as the crawler made its way through the station. But Xiang could always help Claire, the newest queen, in bringing down organic material via the service elevator. A hatchery couldn't be started without resources, after all!

"Haa... Go, go ahead master," Claire mewled as she pressed her breasts up under her folded arms. "They're just gonna love you!~"

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Jane Straus was bored. And I don't mean it to say that she had nothing to do- Oh no, there was so much to do up there in the cramped areas of the station's control rooms. Analyzing systems, regulating oxygen supplies, playing Spice Flow v2 on her computer, power management, the whole shebang. The problem was that Jane had already done her work for the day and she knew that there wasn't going to be any problems so long as she was there in that cramped space. The woman exhaled and slid her chair out from the data consoles around her to stare wistfully up at the ceiling. So bored was she that she didn't even want to nitpick details or apply a few twist-ties to the dangling wires up there in the corners.

"Ah balls... At this rate I'd be willing to listen to one of Xiang's stupid research findings." The blonde woman in the yellow jumpsuit absentmindedly clicked through a few monitors at her station before settling on a strange figure floating in suspended animation. It was the station's gynoid, or rather, an embodiment of the station who tended to 'herself' whenever something was strange or out of place. Currently the gynoid, ISARA, was charging up after making her rounds and wouldn't be operational again for a few hours, or unless she was woken up prematurely. "Ah Isara... Damn, am I that bored- No, lonely enough to want to talk to a damned robot?"

Jane scoffed, shook her head and ran her hands through her hair before sighing and resigning herself to a few more minutes of looking at data streams. Besides, the gynoid was locked behind a secure door near Jane's station, and only she or the gynoid herself could let her out. Given Jane's reluctance to deal with anything that wasn't human, it wasn't possible that she was going to want to chat with 'it' anytime soon. As such, the woman decided that- if nobody was watching- she would busy herself with watching silly and absurd videos on the XtraNet... Completely ignoring the fact that she had left the door to her station, and thus herself, unlocked for anyone who might have navigated up to that particular floor...
 
For a creature this large, the Crawler could move with surprising stealth - Even more so, given it's recent evolution, the creature's weight distributed amid those splayed-toed feet, tail raised as a counterbalance. Surprisingly dexterous claws closed on the door, easing it open s-l-o-w-l-y, in a mockery of a courteous guest...Especially for a creature close to seven feet tall, rippling with muscle and leathery hide-!

It was right behind Jane, the Brood's bulk sealing off the only escape from the workstation - Looming over the luscious blonde. Yellow eyes slid up and over her form, tracing every curve...Relishing every inch of that fertile, gorgeous female - Tongue darting out, licking it's chops-!

And...It lingered. That gaze slid from Jane, to the bank of monitor screens - Holding itself still, with an unnatural patience. With Claire's expertise added to it's own, the Brood's cognition faculties could finally *make sense* of what it was seeing - Planning, instead of merely responding. Synapses flickered, that already-swollen phallus *throbbing* at the very first sight of ISARA-

-alpha female.

That one. It was lust at first sight. That calculating, lecherous intelligence with the Brood saw ISARA, and *craved* her...A taut, rattling hiss thrumming from that grinning more, all-too-audible - An expression of unrestrained *desire*! If the creature had remained undetected, so far - That would be more than enough to reveal it's presence...Even as the potent fug of pheromones filled the confined space, sweating forth from the Crawler in a visible fug-!

And before she could scream, in the blank moment before Jane could respond to the creature, as it unfurled to it's full height, a towering alien figure...It struck with it's *mind*! Like with Claire, but focused on Jane - Pulsing a wave of lust, of desire, of arousal, as drool splattered that corded chest. She would know, in that instant, that the Brood saw her...And *wanted* her, the creature's gaze - It's mind! - a palpable force as it took that first, deliberate step forward!
 
Jane had little desire for socialization unless there was something in it for her. She wouldn't go out on a date unless she was sure that her date would foot the bill, she wouldn't go anywhere nice with someone unless they drove, and damned would she be if she conversed with a robot that didn't have the same human characteristics necessary to keep a conversation! Some might as well call the woman greedy or opportunistic, and for the most part they were right. But it was the times; opportunities didn't come and go like a stray cat on your porch. As such, Jane was apt to capitalize on any situation she could come across- though in this case it was to entertain herself with galactic videos of cats, dogs and babies doing the stupidest of things. She was certainly putting her degree in astroscience to good use...

But her nonchalant, blissfully ignorant status soon changed when Jane noticed something was amiss in her workstation. It wasn't cramped- a whole family could live comfortably in there-, yet Jane felt as if she was being boxed in. Strange smells danced in the air and made her head spin as if she was getting near dangerous chemicals. And then that noise behind her... That rattling hiss... It sent shivers up Jane's spine! The hair on the back of her neck stood rigid on end and alerted her to her intuition, that things weren't right! In a fit of terror Jane stood up and whirled around only to have her senses shoot back at her and overwhelm her.

A weak mewl escaped her full, plump lips when she should have screamed, and trust me, Jane wanted to scream her head off. She pressed her -startlingly- weak form against the computer panels and her workstation as the potent, visible fog whirled around her and the creature was cowering before. And what a sight this creature was! It towered over her, mandibles clicking about and drooling disgusting slime... Thick, strong legs and limbs meant for rendering prey apart as well as holding them down... A mighty tail for balance and manipulation... Jane was standing before a powerful apex predator, and she was frightened out of her mind!

But that was soon wiped from her mind as a wave of... pleasure seeped over her body. Jane hardly noticed the globs of drool splattered over her closely-guarded chest- she could only see the creature's glowing eyes and that they were filled with a desire she knew all too well. A woman like her had plenty of run-ins with hot studs and hell, even the same sex; but this was a creature who had the hots for her! At first Jane was disgusted, rightly so, but as the fog of pheromones played with her senses she soon became aroused. Her nipples, once submerged under her yellow form-fitting jumper, pursed and pressed hard against the fabric as if they were happy to see the crawler and eager for him to continue doing whatever it was that he had planned for the woman. A small, slick patch of moisture formed between Jane's legs while her heart began to beat faster...

And yet, Jane was not fully under the crawler's spell... But all it had to do was hold her tight and let her know first hand what kind of effect she had over it!

"Haaa... W-wait... stay, stay back," Jane weakly mewled, her brown eyes growing hazy from lust and desire. Her free hand reached over her workstation to grasp at anything she could use; there was nothing but a pen, and that wouldn't help her at all. "P-please... Nnggg..."
 
This was the part the Crawler enjoyed, as much as it could be said to enjoy anything - Watching the female *writhe* before it, fighting both fear and desire~! With slow deliberation, it drew closer, closer, cutting off all avenue of escape...The intoxicating mist that writhed around it coiling in slow tendrils that caressed Jane's fevered skin!

She'd know right then that she couldn't evade this thing - Couldn't trick it - couldn't buy it off...It was watching every one of her actions with distinct amusement - Only accentuated by that grinning skull-maw - made more so by the way her luscious form squirmed and writhed with her tight, tight bodysuit...

As the creature reached out - Huge fingers tipped with blunt claws - closing on Jane's curvy hips as she tried to squirm away...

-And pulled her close. As the monster enfolded her in it's grasp - that tail circling her waist, cinching *tight*, like a belt - the pulse of it's mind would throb against hers. Possessiveness, lechery, growing enjoyment - The crawler *owned* her, and it wanted her to know it. Those hands slid up, up her smooth flanks, the creature's drool splattering the front of her skintight suit...Claws leaving deep, deep rents in the fabric, peeling slivers away, exposing the smooth flesh beneath - While never so much as scratching her! Each drop of spittle smoked, hissed - eating away at the synthetic fabric, a rumbling growl purring from deep within the Crawler...

It wasn't doing anything to her - Not really. Not yet. But every moment the Crawler *held* her...That tongue uncoiling, snaking in the air...Tracing against the nape of her neck, caressing her creamy skin - that predator-breath warm against her hair~! A claw caressed her cheek, ran through her long, long tresses in a grotesque parody of affection...The creature's grin only becoming more pronounced-!

It could feel her revulsion, her fear, and it was *delicious*. It could feel her arousal, and that was just as enticing! It wasn't just going to *take* her - No, it was going to make Jane want it, between the phantom assault of the creature's mind...And the more insidious assault of the scent that hung in the air all around-! That fat, throbbing cock was sandwiched between their heaving bodies, as the Crawler's hands came to rest on Jane's shoulders - Easing her down, down, to the ground, making her kneel...That obscene shaft, pulsing rhythmically, the swollen purple head inches from her lips, right *before* her - the perverse temptation beckoning-!
 
Jane shivered before the sight of this incredible creature, this hunk of muscle, flesh and primal instinct. It was true that she couldn't evade, trick or buy the creature off- This thing didn't look like it could even understand her speech! But if anything, it could certainly tell what was going on given the busty woman's reactions. Gods, it was almost as if it was getting off on her distress, and as Jane took a closer look, she was certain that the beast was staring at her breasts that were now poking through her jumper, practically phasing through the fabric in an attempt to be touched and manhandled. Yes yes, the creature just had to be getting some satisfaction out of this... And it pained Jane to know that she was playing right into its hands.

With her squirming and little whimpers of terror Jane figured that she didn't make for a convincing heroine. Her mouth opened and closed as if she wanted to scream, to alert everyone nearby, but all that could come out were some husky breaths, feverish panting that didn't help her in the slightest. Her plump lips were pursed in a distinctive 'o' shape while her cheeks were flayed with red streaks- a deep blush that further put the nail into the coffin. She tried to press against the creature when it pulled her close, what with a pitiful push to its muscular chest, but it was only after the claws took to her jumper and tore off those damned synthetic coverings did she finally stop. Her body had given in to the alien, even while the mind was still clamoring for heavy resistance. The peachy, creamy tone of her flesh lit up in the pale lighting of the workstation while a thin sheen of sweat, brought on by the woman's fear and revulsion, helped to make her glow. Even as she whimpered, moaned and continued to look as disgusted as one could be, she couldn't deny that whatever this alien was doing to her... It felt good!

She knew that this alien wanted her. The dull throbbing in her mind, first a headache and now a beating mantra, convinced her of that fact. The alien wanted her, but not for a quick mating session... No, it wanted to own her, to do whatever it wished to her body and soul as if this was a potential buyer purchasing a slave. Cooing now at the strange sensations running up her spine, Jane's eyelids fluttered as her resistance began to crumble away inside. In her panicked state she had unknowingly breathed in plenty of whatever noxious fumes this alien was giving her- that strong musk that preyed upon her was now playing her like a damn fiddle! Gods, her breasts were just screaming for attention now; puffy nipples standing erect for the alien to hold or violate as he pleased, and to say nothing about Jane's womanhood. Alien be damned, she was getting horny- horny out of her right mind.

Still shaking from her very core with fear and uncertainty, Jane felt like a puppet in the hands of an accomplished actor. She didn't even notice her new position on the floor until her knees molded against the cold durasteel floor of her workstation. Huffing from the pheromones, that arousing, assaulting smell in the air, Jane couldn't even shake her head properly to dispel the miasma clinging to her. All she could feel- no, all she knew was the arousal of this alien, its dominance, its demands and its insatiable lust. She noticed the thick, pulsating shaft of the tall alien poking up from between the thing's legs like a proud soldier standing at attention- it was so close to her mouth, just mere inches from her lips and the moist sanctum that awaited it. Already her husky breath fell upon the tip of the shaft which made it quiver, or rather, she thought it was the case...

"Gaaahh... W-what's happening...?" Things seemed to be a blur for Jane, yet the one thing that wasn't was that thick cock in the center of her vision. It was as if it was calling for her; and with Jane's spiking arousal, she couldn't bear to say no. "No... So gross... Nnnggg- Oohmm~..."

And so after a few agonizing seconds, Jane had pried open her mouth long enough to place her lips upon the very tip of the shaft. She wasn't thinking; it was her body that was doing the talking. Her body wanted to be relieved of this great stress and so it followed what the alien had been telling her. That she belonged to the alien, and if that was true, she needed to prove it. With tears of terror pooling in the woman's eyes Jane surged forward even more and took in a hefty portion of the creature's length, even placing her weak hands against the crawler's legs to steady herself. As much as she wanted to gag, Jane soon had a realization that the shaft, as gross as it seemed... tasted divine, or perhaps it was just the pheromones? Regardless, Jane's frazzled mind was eager for more, and so she began to suck and blow without thinking!

Oh, what a perverse thing to do, sucking off an alien that sought to claim her... Yet Jane felt a tingle deep in her privates. How... How exciting!~
 
The feel of Jane's lips, her hot sucking mouth, around the creature's cock - It drew a deep, deep groan of satisfaction from the Crawler, those yellow eyes flaring brighter-! The little whimpers the woman made; the delicious mix of fear, confusion and growing lust as her body rebelled - It sent a pulse of pleasure coursing through the Brood-! Unknown even to the creature itself, that feedback, that scratchy mix of strong emotions, the ability of savor it...It was what the Hive King needed, to further it's evolution - those appetites becoming more rarefied, more complex in respond to stimuli-!

The palpable waves of lust beating against the luscious beauty had done their work - She was on her knees, her whimpers smothered by that breathless, uncertain moans...As very, very slowly, the Crawler's digits ran through her hair, coming to rest on top of her head - As if to reward her for a job well-done~! It pushed forward, sinking that throbbing, pulsing shaft deeper, *deeper* into her mouth...Enough to give her a moment of panic, as the fat, bulbous head pressed up against the back of her throat - And *deeper* still-!

The intense, heady musk wafted around Jane, spurring her on - the dark veins tracing along the Crawler's shaft throbbing hotly, beneath her attentions-! Salty precum trickled down her throat, each deep, inexorable thrust making a throaty shlorrpppp-shlooorppp-shlooorpppp...Never too fast, never allowing her the luxury of suffocation, the chance to pass out - But just fast enough to let her know that the creature was in *control*, taking her at it's leisure! It knew what she was thinking, those half-cohered thoughts her panicking mind shaped...And it didn't matter at all-!

But even the Crawler couldn't resist Jane's charms - that gaze tracing over the wide-hipped treasure of her ass! How shapely she was - How sexy, how fertile, how ready to be taken~! Those claw-tipped hands closed on her heavy, ample tits, handling them savagely...Squeezing, until silky flesh bulged out against the scaled fingers - pinching her nipples between them, tugging lightly - encouraging her to suck, to swallow, even as that girthy fuckmeat sawed between her lips-!

And then came the shlooorrpppp - that fat shaft, now sheened with her spit, sliding free from Jane's sucking mouth-! Slick with a glistening haze, the veiny length pulsing in time with every beat of the creature's heart, it bobbed before Jane...And if she'd been in the right mind to notice, there was an interesting dichotomy! The Crawler's primal instincts told it to push her down, to mount her, to *take* her right here, right now, salivating at the thought of the writhing vixen's form being *claimed* in the most forceful way possible...

-But the intelligence that was developing, at odds with the creature's savage form, told it to hold off-! The Hive King did not merely have to take females - At full strength, it'd be the target that *begged* to be claimed! Perhaps it was the knowledge of the target to come that forced this delay...Or perhaps it was merely prolonging the moment! The Crawler couldn't resist *tasting* her, even as the palpable force of it's seething mind pressed against Jane's, again and again - Leaning heavily over her, looming over her, foul tongue rolling against her rounded ear and lapping hungrily over the soft skin of her cheek-!

It was waiting, thick fingers running down the sleek curve of her back, heat steaming from the Crawler's corded form - Waiting for her to beg, to plead to give the Hive King what it *craved* above all-!
 
Jane was so confused, so wracked with strange sensations that she couldn't even bite down on the thick, sopping wet member pulsating upon her tongue. She whimpered and closed her eyes as she sucked on it while her hands continued to hold onto the crawler's legs or thighs. No matter what she thought or did to combat this atrocity, Jane could not stop sucking on that alien cock. It was gross, it was obscene, it was too big and monstrous... It was magnificent. Yes, even after feeling the thick organ pulsate and jab against the back of her throat- going deeper and deeper like some kind of semi-rigid tentacle- Jane couldn't deny that this was terribly arousing. She wasn't known for being sexually active or a wild-child, but those thoughts pounding into her mind, thoughts that were so alien that they couldn't possibly be hers, were making her so goddamned horny that Jane soon thought of nothing else than pleasing the creature's cock. No, worshiping it; the shape, the thickness, the slickness and musk swirling about it!

That powerful presence the crawler presented washed over Jane's mind like a thick blanket and smothered away her resistance and second-thoughts without a care in the world. She took in the precum without so much as a whimper of protest- in fact she purred, amazed that the crawler was able to give her something like that. It was salty yet satisfying going down her throat, so much in fact that Jane had the desire to acquire more of it. Such an alien taste deserved to be gorged upon and studied properly, even if she was just a systems analyst. With her lips sliding upon the length of the thick cock, slurping and schlooping with audible lewdness, Jane figured that she might just tire out her mouth doing this. She let loose a muffled moan of delight when she felt her tits- those heavy, luscious orbs- get grasped by the monstrous hands of the crawler. In response, or perhaps it was because of the encouragement, Jane put plenty more effort into her blowjob and swallowed whatever the beast gave her. Though it was small amounts of precum, Jane took it all greedily as if she was a lone traveler in the desert after weeks without water!

And then just when she was beginning to really enjoy this, what with her thighs so slick with her arousal, the crawler pulled his grotesque member free from her loving lips with an audible shlooorrpppp... That noise would haunt Jane for the rest of her human life. She looked up at the creature and noticed that it was looming over her, tasting her, feeling her! She whimpered in protest and slapped her hands weakly against its carapace. How dare this creature... How dare it take away that wonderful, musky member from her loving mouth!

"Hey... Hey, d-don't... Please, please- Y-you can't just pull out and l-leave me like this... Please, I want you," Jane pleaded, her voice quivering as she struggled with her primal lust. Her brown eyes were glazed over with lust and docility. "Take me. Take me... V-violate me, please... I need it!~"

This creature, this Crawler Alpha... It owned her, and because of that, it could do whatever it wanted to her body, mind or soul... Jane was so overwhelmed by the sheer gall of the creature that she couldn't even move- And believe me, she wanted to place herself in a compromising position for the crawler... Her new, wonderful owner who would take good, loving care of her!
 
The Crawler's nostrils flared, inhaling the pheromone-tainted air - Each exhalation making the creature's form *flex* in anticipation! The *sounds* the female made - the haze in her eyes - the way her body *writhed* in place, savoring even the faint trickle of salty precum coaxed forth from that obscene member-

If the alien Brood had *any* restraint left - It was rapidly eroding. And when Jane's husky voice made her quavering, heady plea...It was just too much-! Those powerful hands closed on her wrists, blunt claws coiling like brambles around her slender arms - Pushing her back, back, pinning her beneath the beast! She'd have a moment to feel a hot, hard mound press against her flat belly, pulsing madly...The creature's wedge-shaped tongue lolling out to taste the smooth flesh of her cheek, leaving a thick track of slobber!

The alien's eyes blazed with fiery, unclean lust - Something halfway between a snarl and a laugh rumbling within that throat, dark veins tracing along that bloated shaft~! For a moment, it sawed against her - Copious amounts of precum spilling over her creamy flesh, that bulbous cockhead pressing up against her dripping wet slit...

And then - With a snorting thrust - it *split* her. The Hive King's engorged member pounded home - A deep splitting thrust that buried itself into her, even as a clawed hand grabbed at her breasts, kneading, groping - Weighing them in a leathery palm, *squeezing* until the flesh enveloped those thick digits-! A wordless howl pulsed in the air, ringing from the walls...Jane's silky tunnel felt so *tight*, gripping that brutish member like it was made for it!

Her mewlings, her pleadings, the psychic static of her fear and lust and arousal - If anything, it only spurred the Crawler on...The creature's mind set on a single goal-

Breaking the shapely female into a quivering fuckbitch! The suppleness of her body, the subtle lines and contours of Jane's irresistible figure...It made that cock *buck* as it plunged into her, the Crawler baying it's victory-! The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh - The predator-breath gusting across her lovely features as the alien *mounted* her - It was only the beginning, as the Crawler began to *rut*...Pistoning into her again and again, that bloated girthy cock only pushing *deeper* as the creature's considerable weight *drove* onto her - Both hands latching onto Jane's swaying tits, groping hard as the Hive King powered into her...Each brutal hump making precum trickle down the inside of her legs in musky rivulets-!

The presence in her mind had gone from malicious amusement - to filthy excitement - to raw bestial *lust*, pounding against Jane in waves...A psychic echo of each churning stroke! With a throaty growl, the Crawler's hand grasped Jane's chin, forcing her to meet that grinning maw with her own lips; the creature's broad, dripping tongue invading her sweet mouth and plundering its wet confines, rolling over her own tongue, wrestling it down, twirling and pirouetting, the Brood's breath stinking, rank-!
 
"Haaa... Hnnn!~" Jane's lips pursed and pulsed with every pitiful moan she made. Looking up at the great beast, this Hive King, towering over her with such a huge cock sawing at her netherregions shouldn't have turned her on so much, but as of that moment she was begging it to split her open and use her body as a cocksheath. "P-please...! Please j-just give it to me, I'm s-so horny I can hardly- NNNGGGAAAH!~"

Oh the rapture! The sweet, sweet unyielding bliss of being plowed, split open and- dare I say it- fucked! The curvaceous blonde howled in ecstasy and bucked her hips against her alien violator. Alien or not, anyone with a cock that large just had to be worshiped, and the way the Hive King used it to make her squeal and beg, Jane figured that she couldn't- wouldn't- dare attempt to live without it for too long. Her innermost walls clamped down hard upon the thick, alien cock piercing her, attempting to keep the damned thing from moving any further, but like an irrepressible force the Hive King's cock surged through her folds like a hot knife through butter. The quivering mess of veins in her system all fired off and sent shivers up her spine- and with the sudden, unmistakable howl of pleasure that came from the Hive King, Jane figured that she could moan all she wanted. She was going to be fucked until she couldn't stand straight- No no, she was going to be rewarded for being such a good, begging female before the divinity of the Hive King.

"Heeaaa... Y-yes, please... Play with them, play with them!" Jane squealed when she felt those blunt claws grasp her bouncing breasts. Her nipples were so erect and hard that it seemed like they could cut through diamonds, yet the grasp of her violator proved to be harder, and rightly so. "W-we're just getting... getting started!"

Oh yes, Jane was excited and aroused, but she was still quite terrified of the creature nearly 8 inches inside her tight passageway. She had no idea what it would do to her, or what she would do to it- Yes yes, it was giving her and was going to continue giving her the best fuck of her life, but what about the afters? This worried Jane to no end even as her hips bucked against the primal thrusts and her moans threatened to drive herself insane. But it also excited her- very much so. The threat of not knowing what was going to happen made her all too willing to go with the flow of the situation, to give her body, mind and soul over to this alien invader. Overcome by lust and a morbid curiosity, Jane eased herself even further into her role as a fuckbitch, even as she took in the Crawler's stinking wet tongue without so much as a whimper of opposition.

Suddenly a light flicked on, accompanied by a chaotic dinging noise. The nearby console flickered to life and flashed a warning for the woman working in the area; though she was... preoccupied! With all the pheromones about in such a confined space, the automated security managed to pick up on the strange goings-on and figured that things needed to be inspected. Like smoke that warned of a fire, the station's system was worried that these odd vapors could lead to something disastrous.

- Alert! Alert! - The chilled, lax voice of an automated security system spread throughout the confines of the workstation. - Large amounts of [UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE] detected. Please vacate the area immediately!- The message would repeat a few more times before a new message filled the room. - Notice: One security officer inbound. Please maintain a safe distance away from the area and do not interfere with security personnel. Thank you; have a nice day.-

Well... That could very well be a problem if left unattended. Though the message was somewhat vague, it could be assured that one security officer would arrive in due time to check up on the area. By the time she arrived at the area, the crawler could be well and gone along with Jane, or she could very well stumble upon them still in the depraved act. If not that, the officer would surely pose a problem when the crawler went to claim ISARA, the station's cyborg/consciousness embodied. Also, judging from the nature of the alert... It might just be possible that the officer would be prepared for noxious fumes of any kind. Just a thought!
 
Each deep, ploughing thrust - The Hive King's cock split Jane, again and again...Pistoning into her, finding an unholy rhythm-! Her moans, her whimpers, her pleas for more - It only fueled the creature's assault, pounding into her...A filthy slap-slap-slap rhythm, those heavy balls slapping against her perineum as it stretched her over the console-!

Every thrust from that bloated cock must've felt like it was reaching the very core of Jane's being - the throbbing head battering against her cervix, that tongue sinking down her throat as claws mauled her breasts-! They *squeezed* so hard, kneading her ample flesh, almost crushing her achingly-stiff nipples in their grasp...Making her tighten down all the more, making her into the perfect cocksheath-!

Harder. Faster. The Brood was pounding her, each schlllttt and shloorrrppp sinking deeper into her velvety folds...The creature's entire body aiming itself-! Before, it'd been careful with it's partners - But with Jane...

She hadn't received the retrovirus that'd given Claire the body she *craved*...the complex tailored pheromones and venom that'd made Xiang so eminently willing, so suggestible! No, what she got - as her luscious form was fucked to the very limits of her endurance, a relentless animal rutting - was that cock spearing *deep* into her...Those heavy balls drawing up, swelling where they slapped against her inner thighs-

And then came the first blast, the first surge of potent alien seed erupting within her sopping wet hole-! It was still fucking her as it came, that throbbing member still pulsing, still spurting - Wave after hot clotted wave surging into her, gushing into her all-too-fertile womb-! The floodgates had opened, and the viscous eruption of unspeakable cum was *filling* her - long ragged pulses - *clenching* within her...

What Jane got was raw sensation. Everything would become hotter and harder and more intense, all five senses pushed to overload - The heat, the lust, the mindless animal pleasure of it - delivered to her mind, with the force of a small bomb-! She'd feel every inch of that ridged shaft slide out of her, the trickle of her juices down her inner thighs...Even the filthy noise of all that stopped-up cum drooling down her legs...

That would be how the security officer would find her - Draped on her own console, flat on her back, her lissome legs lewdly splayed...The heady drip-drip-drip of cum, a seemingly endless torrent, staining the metal yellow-white! Even as the thick rivulets trickled down, pooling on the floor, it was a sight to draw the eye...

-To distract whoever was coming in from the vast, sweltering bulk of the creature that clung to the bare metal just above the door, salivating as it savored the sight of the perverse tableau-! Nostrils flared, as it inhaled - That shaft pulsing with bioluminescence, seeming to swell and grow at the pleasure of release - Of spending itself within another conquest...

-And the thought of one more to come!

Oh, it could smell the interloper, all right - through the thick fug of mating that wafted in the air like a mist! It could almost taste her...

And it couldn't wait.
 
Jane wasn't just a victim here anymore. Oh no, she actually held onto the great Brood Crawler's form wherever and however she could, eager to have its form press up against her body. In the haze of lust and depravity she longed for the creature to spoon her, to rub its rough outer shell up against her breasts and really shake its hips, but for some reason it seemed that the crawler detested the intimacy it implied. All the better- there were plenty more females in the space station for the crawler to worry about taking one and only one as its intimate mate. Jane tugged and pulled at the crawler, weakly of course, and encouraged it to dig deeper inside her, to split her again and again until her mind was a clean slate ripe for the crawler to do with as it pleased. She wanted to be a part of whatever lewd goal this creature had in store for her, and for the others- even if it meant giving up her soul to the cause.

And how could anyone blame poor Jane? With such a strong, thick member sloshing and pushing through her slick, velvet folds, any woman would have felt weak at the knees. She cooed, whimpered and pleaded for more even as her mouth was occupied by the elastic tongue pumping down her throat. She knew that she should have gagged or at least tried to put up a fight, but why fight this when the crawler was making her feel so good? Jane was simply thrilled to be fucked, and hard! No longer fighting the good feelings, the woman arched her back and urged her hips forward to press against the rampant thrusts pistoning into her pussy while opening her mouth even more to accomodate more of that wonderful crawler's tongue. Her tongue did what it could to treat the crawler well, almost as if this was an expandable cock meant to be pleased- as such Jane slurped at the tongue passing down her throat and made sure that each and every pulsating thrust traveled back and forth upon the slickness of her tongue.

And then at long last the great blast, the surge of xeno spunk! Jane could hardly comprehend the sheer volume of spunk that filled her womb, her pussy, even the folds of her figure and the pale, peach surface of her legs! She didn't just cum, didn't just have an orgasm... No, with the ridged cock still fucking her over and shooting sperm into her body, Jane felt as if her consciousness had been torn asunder. She couldn't think anymore- It was as if the crawler had robbed her capacity for thought once that thick spunk shot into her, pushing her senses to the limit and over. Everything went white with a great and powerful surge of raw pleasure, but it didn't stop once the crawler retreated from her form. Still twitching and gasping, Jane laid there on the console of her workstation like a beautiful mess. Her golden hair was sprayed about, her legs were wide open to reveal her shame, and like a fish out of water Jane's mouth opened and closed for her feverish panting.

Whatever effect the Brood Crawler placed upon Jane... Well, who was to know? Certainly not Jane whose eyes were practically empty, glazed over with lust!

It was quite the sight, especially for the security officer who just arrived on scene. Lieutenant Zoey Wagner had seen plenty of things from just a decade on the job, but nothing in her life could have prepared her for what jumped out at her when she came up. Dressed in a slim nanowave bodysuit with matching jacket for 'temperature regulation' and armed with nothing but her service sidearm, a gauss handgun, Zoey was not fit to go to war with any xenomorphic threat. She did at least carry a utility belt filled with all sorts of nick-nacks and tools fit for any situation, and she was wearing a secure gasmask in response to the threat of noxious fumes. That, combined with her no-nonsense and by the book demeanor, made Zoey Wagner more than capable of handling anything that came her way. Or at least, it gave her the impression of that.

"Oh my god," Zoey whispered as she slinked inside. She paid no heed to the workstation door closing behind her, nor did she have the sense to look up! "M-Miss Straus? Miss Straus!"

The hair on the back of Zoey's neck stood up straight as she sensed something was very, very wrong with the current situation. She would unholster her pistol and glance around wildly as if expecting something to jump out at her from the shadows- again never thinking to look up- before seeking to see if Jane was still alive. The crawler could pounce at any opportunity...!~
 
It was a distraction - A primitive, improvised, and very, very potent one!

Left to cum her brains out, draped over her own console like an erotic trophy, Jane's mewls and whimpers were a constant, almost subliminal white noise...Her writhing form drawing Zoey's eye - Exactly as the Crawler had anticipated! The growing malice, the prey-sense that'd made it toy with Jane until she'd been brought to her her knees...Even now, it was savoring the pulse of surprise, panic, disbelief that oozed from Zoey's mind - Even as it feasted it's eyes on her toned, athletic form-!

The lovely Security Officer didn't have Xiang's full, luscious curves - Or Claire's, for that matter, once her transformation had been complete...Or even Jane's lissome voluptuousness - But there was something about the way she carried herself - the way that tempting black bodysuit clung to her, a delicious combination of feminine vulnerability and wariness at once...

-It made the creature *drool*.

That might've been enough to tip her off...If she'd been given the chance to respond, to react to the horrific creature that lurked overhead - the vast shadow of that slavering bulk concealed by the gloom within the workstation, even as the door hissed shut. The irony was, Jane had a *perfect* view of it...If only she'd been able to talk - If only she hadn't been incapitated, left to writhe and moan and cum again and again as narcotic pleasure flooded her veins-!

The delicious tension of the moment lingered - Lingered...Just a moment longer, just long enough for Zoey's heart to stop hammering, to assure herself that something wasn't about to jump *out* at her from the shadows...

-Which was when the Crawler struck.

It'd be anyone's guess if the creature could understand what a gun could do - Claire's technical knowledge, the memories plundered greedily from Xiang's and Jane's minds via ingested DNA - but the way Zoey held it, like a talisman...That was enough warning. That barbed tail, coming to a bony spike, uncurled...

-And with a crack, a stinging stroke, it'd slap it from Zoey's hand! The motion was startlingly fast, all the more so for how unexpected it'd be...She might've had a chance to glimpse it from the very corner of her vision-

...Right before the Brood fell on her.

There was a *way* to fall that wouldn't kill or cripple her - That wouldn't crush her beneath the creature's wake-! When it came down - A powerful *pounce* - It'd drive her off her feet, that gun spinning like a child's toy...Giving Zoey her *very* first look at the leering monster that loomed above her, slab-toothed maw locked in a perpetual grin! With her mask off, she might've been able to *smell* it - that bitter musk, that masculine scent subtly different from the fug of pheromones that'd become the creature's primary weapon...

And then it was upon her. Pinning her with it's weight, powerful lower limbs pressing her legs down - the *choook* of blunt claws punching into the ground around her slender arms, forcing them to the side, a heartbeat of warning before the Crawler's hands squeezed down on her arms...As if testing them for yield-! It was a nightmare vision, this close - so large, so fast, so grossly, grossly *male*...

-It *wanted* her. That was the first thing she'd feel - the *lust* that roiled off the creature, a lecherous hunger that couldn't be sated! It was in every motion, the way that powerful chest heaved, that broad back arching...the flesh-hooks running against the outside of her gas mask, stroking, almost teasing, drool trickling from the Crawler's maw...beads of saliva sliding along the matte-black curves of her bodysuit-! As it *exhaled* into her face, that rumbling chuckle pulsing in the air, it sounded eerily like human amusement...

This thing was *sentient*. More, it was *enjoying* this...So very, very sensitive to her every response, a claw tapping lightly against the fogged-up surface of her gas mask, that tongue sliding against her neck as the Brood's fleshless lips puckered in a sickening parody of affection - As if it was about to give her a *kiss*, once the mask was no longer in the way-!
 
Who knew what kinds of lewd things were going on inside Jane's body? Were her organs shifting about inside her, changing to suit her new life as one of the many females under the Crawler's lordship? Was she about to undergo a metamorphosis similar to Claire's own? Would she become loyal to a fault like Xiang, or would she become some sort of breeder? It was hard to say with all that had happened beforehand, but rest assured, something was going to happen to the buxom beauty in due time... And it would be magnificent! But Zoey had no plan on finding out what that was, nor was she interested in figuring out what caused Jane's condition. As soon as that drool plopped down upon the durasteel floor beneath her feet Zoey craned her neck and looked up at the ceiling so slowly that it was as if she feared alerting the creature to her own state of alertness. But she never got the opportunity to look up at the creature, not even to catch a mere glimpse of it.

The gauss pistol was ripped away from her hands with such a tremendous force behind it that Zoey almost tumbled to the ground when the crawler's tail thrashed down. The gun clattered to the floor and spun about a fair distance away while Zoey's arms threatened to give out on her. She did what she could to reorient herself yet the creature poised above her gave her no quarter. With a grunt and a shout of discomfort mixed in with a great deal of fear Zoey fell to the ground hard on her right shoulder with a massive weight upon her. Luckily she wasn't placed in too troublesome a position as her body twisted on reflex so she was on her back. Her athletic, lithesome form, so hot and tense from the run up to this station level, cringed as it felt the cold floor dug into her from below. Sore from the initial strike and disoriented without the familiar firearm in her hands like a comforting, sentimental item, Zoey was at a disadvantage.

This disadvantage was made all the more worse for Zoey when she finally got a good look at the alien pinning her down. Her grey pools widened to teacup-sized proportions as she not only saw the creature in all its glory but realized what kind of situation she was in. The officer grunted and writhed beneath the alien's hold, seeking to break her arms and legs free from its grasp, but no matter which way she twisted or how much force she used it seemed as if the alien was ten times as strong as she could ever hope to be. Such a disgusting, grossly large and intimidating alien made her feel very, very unnerved and frightful, but the officer still had her head. And, more importantly, she still had her gasmask on that prevented those mind-numbing pheromones from affecting her.

Yet even though the gasmask was fogged up and potentially lathered with saliva from the creature's drooling maw, it wasn't as if that was the one and only shield keeping the crawler from having its way with the officer. She could feel the lust and depravity radiating from the crawler as if it was a raging inferno and she was warming her hands by it. Zoey knew that this creature didn't want to kill her- worse than that, it wanted to do the same thing it did to Jane! As disgusting a thought that was, Zoey blushed regardless and strained to close her legs.

"Y-yeah, get a good look you alien freak," Zoey growled through gritted teeth.

The woman spared a quick glance towards her thigh where she kept a combat knife. If she could just free one of her arms, she could very well grab that sucker and slash at the alien's hide. But there were two problems with that idea. One, even if she got ahold of her knife, she didn't have high hopes that the slash would do much. And two... Well, she figured the alien was smart enough to not even give her the opportunity! All that Zoey could do at this point was watch and wait, and hope that the alien didn't have the sense to take off her mask!
 
The Crawler's tongue slithered against her cheek - Even as those hands roamed her body, experimentally...Relishing the feel of the strange garment she was wearing! Different from Xiang's, from Claire's, from Jane's - More protective, more resilient-! The lissome little blonde was quite the challenge - the Brood's obscene phallus pressing against her flat belly, the faint schlllttt of that thick dripping organ *grinding* against her so very, very loud...The potent musky scent a constant reminder of her predicament, as thick precum oozed against her costume-!

For the first time, the Brood Alpha was thwarted...A low, rumbling growl building within it, as the alien's probing tongue encountered the strange chemical tastes of metal, of rubber - It'd secured the female, but she certainly hadn't given up the struggle just *yet*. This bore further exploration. The hulking form pressed a little closer, those yellow eyes burning with a kind of malicious curiosity - Nostrils flaring, taking her scent...It could sense her arousal, but there was a *quality* to it that was tempered-

...The female was resisting. And it had to know *how*-!

Those great flesh-hooks pressed down, pinning Zoey - the blunt talons branching out, tendrils of flesh webbing out like kudzu, like vines...Trying to find a way in! But for all the creature's growing intellect, it couldn't understand exactly what it was that allowed this one to sustain her sense of self-! Almost inquisitively, the Crawler's claws ran across her form - raking deep furrows into the fabric of her skinsuit, *peeling* it off hers in parallel lines...Though Zoey's outfit was made of rather sterner stuff than before, slowing the creature's progress!

This presented a conundrum. Even as the Crawler's spittle spattered against black fabric, it made a deep, wordless sound - This close, Zoey would actually *see* the stiff cillia on that elongated skull writhing...

-There was a *reason* why it'd left Jane in that state. Still draped over the console, still panting, the luscious researcher would feel the creature's mind pressing, pressing against her own - Images, *urges* unfurling, vivid sense-memories so immediate, so *tempting*, they were better than real! How *good* it'd felt to be fucked - To be taken - to be used until her mind was jelly-

...It was only natural, only *right* to share it with Zoey.

All she had to do was to help Zoey, to let her see the light, to help her *enjoy* herself - And then she'd be rewarded. They would both be rewarded. Wouldn't it feel good to feel *good* to feel *good* again~?
 
Zoey thought that, given the way the alien was struggling with her outfit and willpower, she had some advantage here. She knew that she was between a rock and a hard place with that large, obscene phallus pressing up against her taut stomach and leaking viscous precum as well as other caustic liquids from the looks of things, and if Zoey wanted to survive to see another day sane, she would have to act fast. Already the knife that was attached to her thigh was almost in reach, and if the cold, durasteel serrated didn't feel good before, it would certainly feel wonderful clenched in Zoey's hand before it was driven up into the alien's side or front flank. But the officer, so lithe and athletic, couldn't possibly reach that knife in time, and with the crawler's claws running through her uniform and tearing it up to reveal the tanned skin that laid beneath, it seemed like the odds were still heavily stacked against her.

But the final nail in the coffin for Zoey's humanity came from Jane who, before that moment was content to lay there on the console like some stuffed prize. The ravaged vixen didn't need to be manipulated any more than what was necessary- if the crawler simply asked in whatever guttural tongue it possessed for Jane to turn her back on her own species, her friends and comrades, to help it out... Why, Jane would be all too happy to help! With that said, the systems analyst bowed to the superior will of her new boyfriend, that pleasurable brood crawler, and slid off the console and onto her feet. She giggled, swayed on uneasy feet and hobbled over to Zoey before glancing up at the crawler with a naughty, empty look in her eyes.

"Yesss... Yesss! Haa... A-anything for you, dearie!~"

The crawler's blunt, bulbous fingers or claws couldn't possibly garner the dexterity needed to peel away that troublesome mask from Zoey's face, or at least, not until the crawler grew/evolved/learned more in the future. For that reason it would be pleased to see Jane in her lewd, naked form tower over Zoey, bend over and tug at the mask- ripping at the latches and straps that kept the mask in place before the object hissed and ruptured. Zoey's eyes widened to that of teacups once her mask was compromised. She struggled against the crawler holding her down and shouted out for mercy and/or vengeance... But it was all for naught!

Once that mask was ripped away all the gas and erotic musk that the crawler had produced seemed to whirl around Zoey's head for a mass exodus. The officer, at first, gagged upon all the vapors and gasped for clean air whilst struggling against her two captors. Fear was evident in her eyes, yet as the musk played upon her body it became clear that lust and arousal was coming out to play as well. Fast-acting pheromones stimulated her body and made her heat up in the most uncomfortable ways possible- the kinds of ways that could only be fixed by something long, hard and slick!~

To make things even worse for Zoey, Jane descended upon those open lips of hers and gave the other human a deep, passionate kiss. Ah, how delightful; a violated woman eager to serve the crawler was overpowering the only woman so far who had proved to be the most trouble. Zoey screamed and squirmed, but all that came out were little whimpers of terror as she couldn't beat away Jane's advances. A minute passed between the two before Zoey eventually calmed down, or rather, she lost the will to fight back as much. Licking her lips with a satisfied giggle Jane broke the kiss, got on her knees and looked up at the brood crawler like a good, obedient girl waiting for an order.

"Hehehe! I think she wants you!~" Jane giggled. She let her hands wander upon Zoey's stomach and squeezed one breast, which in turn enticed a squeal of shameful delight. "Oh don't worry Zoey... We'll make you feel so good, your mind'll no longer be the same again!"
 
The female had succumbed at last - Was hot, aroused...Made all the more so by the measure of resistance she'd put up! Somewhere within the Crawler's developing mind, the creature became aware - If *aware* was the word - intuited that there was even *more* that could be done...

Zoey would have a moment - Just a moment! - to reflect on what was coming, as the Brood's obscene alien phallus pressed up against her nether lips...As she writhed on the ground, pinned-

-And then came the shlurrrrpp-shloooorppppp of penetration, the Crawler's triumph-*growl* throbbing in the air, as inch after inch of that bloated cock sank home! Veins throbbed, as the thick bulbous head split Zoey with inexorable force...Impaling her, *taking* her as she writhed in the ground, the girl's squeals echoing from the wall! The haze of lust was a palpable fog, now, as Jane watched, rapt-

It wasn't enough! The creature needed more! Before, it'd sampled the DNA of each female individually - But with one writhing vixen beneath it, another in heat, a dual use beckoned!

Flesh swelled. Over the lewd schlllt-schlllt-schllltt of each thrust, ploughing into Zoey, as the creature straddled her...It reared back, foreclaws grounded, pinning her arms out to the side - Until it was thrusting *down* into her, *changing*! It was subtle, at first...The gross musculature smoothening out, becoming more defined - Revealing flesh instead of overlapping chitinous plate...Giving way to something that was clearly a humanoid torso rippling with muscle, as if carved from grey marble - A veritable Adonis build, made all the more startling in contrast to the high-crested horns of that leering maw and flicking tongue...

A *second* bulge - A tumorous growth of flesh - strained from the Brood's groin, just above the shaft plunging into Zoey...And then, with a wet shlooorppp of erupting flesh, a *second* cock - veiny, the same marble texture as the Brood's evolving form - pushed free! It was slick, already *hard* - swaying under it's own weight, like a beckoning finger to Jane...The Crawler's tongue flickering across its fleshless lips - Those yellow eyes locking with hers, that blunt brutal mind blasting pure lust into hers...As new growths writhed against the fleshly dreadlocks of the Brood's scalp, straining and pulsing...

-It was time for Jane's reward...Time for the creature to take the next step in it's evolution - To claim *two* Queens at once!

Zoey would be good for the creature's body - But Jane would be good for it's mind-! The two lovely women were about to be reshaped...All in the name of bridging the gap between savagery and sentience!
 
"Oooah! Noooo!"

The security guard, Zoey, felt her heart skip a beat once that big, fat cock sank into her innermost sanctum. Starved nerves and neglected folds cried out in unison, pleased beyond all belief when inch after inch slid inside, deeper and deeper before it tapped at her cervix. And then the crawler thrusted, kept thrusting inside her... spearing her, impaling her, spreading her wide in such a way that no other mortal creature could ever hope to satisfy her afterwards. The pain was one thing that Zoey wanted to hold onto for her tied to her sanity, yet as inch after inch seeped into her sinfully tight folds she found that the pleasure was too overwhelming to ignore. Breasts bouncing, hair flopping around and mewls echoing about the room with no-one to help her- why, Zoey was helpless, and even better, she was ready for whatever the crawler had in store for her.

Jane's pussy quivered in feverish delight and desire when she noticed the crawler changing before her very eyes. Though her corrupted heart would always hold a place for that chitinous physique and monstrous appearance, the buxom blonde could appreciate and worship the new adonis before her. Oh the things she wanted to do with this magnificent creature, the devotion she would show him! The cutting, stark contrast of the chiseled body and that leering, unnatural maw only furthered those pleasurable shivers running down Jane's spine- gods, how hot, knowing that such a new and irresistible creature had the lewdest visage! She gazed in wide wonder as the crawler grew a second cock right above the first, and she didn't need to be commanded or told anything to know what that thing was meant for.

Just seeing that thick shaft, so new and bulging with sensitive veins that desired to be swallowed up by something hot, comfortable and oh-so-moist filled Jane with such furious arousal! She knew that that thing was meant for her!

"Haaa... W-wait just a second for me, dearie!~" Jane mewled as she took the full assault of the crawler's brutally potent lust-blasts. She crawled over to Zoey and went to gently pry and push the crawler's pinning hands away from the security guard's arms. "Excuse me- this'll be so much better for you...!"

In removing those strong hands from Zoey's arms Jane leaped over and laid across the bucking and moaning human without any decency whatsoever. Soft, pillowy breasts smooshed against one another, thighs scraped against each other, juices mingled and mewls combined... It was quite the sight- two lovely women writhing beneath the crawler's lust and craving his cocks. Jane bit her bottom lip and began to grind against Zoey's body as she worked to push her hips against the crawler's new phallus, eager to have it shoved inside her. Though it would take a little time, Jane would eventually succeed in spearing herself just enough so that the first few inches were past her puffy pussy lips.

"Uhhguu! Mhmm!" Jane arched her back and momentarily blacked out from the pleasure- but only for a few seconds before she picked her head up and out from Zoey's delightfully elastic breasts.

"S-so... soooo goood... C-can't think...!" Zoey gritted her teeth and struggled weakly against the combined forces of Jane and the crawler, but to no avail. She remained stuck there like a doll, but at least she was enjoying it! "Nnuuu... P-please... give me more... give me more- it's been so long...!"

"Come on dearie," Jane giggled as she pushed back even more to slide an additional two inches deeper inside her. "Huaah... f-fuck us both- m-make us yours!~"
 
And they were fucked.

Two gorgeous women, draped atop each other - the Brood's corded chest pressed against the sleek arch of Jane's back, pounding into her again and again with each deep, claiming stroke! Each thrust speared into Zoey, too...Sinking deep, *deeper*, splitting her folds like a log beneath a maul - The contrast between the luscious blonde and the lissome one feeding dual sensations through the Crawler's throbbing organs-! They were taken together, the Crawler's perpetual grin taking on a new aspect...A lewd leer, made more pronounced by those sharply-angled features, the spikes of brow and chin-!

It put that chin-spike to use a heartbeat later, as thick fingers closed on Jane's plush hips, biting down...The spike hooking against her shoulder, turning her head just so - the Crawler's mouth pressing to hers, parting her lips in a leering kiss...That tongue pushing into the warm, wet depths of her mouth - Disgorging that gene-tailored retroviral package, the tiny barbs of the Brood's hide-becoming-skin pricking her like impossibly fine quills...Pheromones infusing her system, easing the transition-!

And Zoey would get to watch it all, wide-eyed - The Crawler's hungry, claiming kiss as Jane writhed and moaned and giggled and begged for more...Granting Jane the reward she craved, at last! If anything, it was even more subtle than the transformation that'd been worked on Claire - Chitin slithering her skin...But only across her lissome legs, her slender arms - like stockings, like gauntlets, a refinement of the process! All punctuated by deep, claiming thrusts, finding new depths within Zoey, letting her know that it'd be *her* turn soon...

Through it all, she'd *feel* the Crawler's eyes - One eye - revolving within it's socket, sliding up and over her form with slow relish...A vision of the future, even as the Brood's upper limbs rose to knead, to fondle Jane's bosom as brief scalar-patterns spread beneath her skin - there, then gone - to her eyes...

When she opened them, when they took on the alien's distinctive color, Jane's corruption would be complete!

Another double-barreled stroke...Into the eager Queen above, the melting one below - Pressing Jane back *down* onto Zoey, so their bosoms pressed together, so she could hear every moan, feel every shiver that ran through Jane's form! The fap of the Crawler's flesh against her own would be oh-so-loud, lust hanging like a haze in the air...

-But for all that, Zoey wasn't part of the Hive...Wasn't open to the Crawler's mine...yet! Not like Jane, buffeted by each surge of pleasure...Still moaning, still writhing atop the security vixen! The Brood's leering, face was mere inches from her...Crooning in victory, now, that tongue snaking forth from the creature's grinning maw - A lewd invitation as the Crawler gave her it's fullest attention...

It was waiting, she'd realize. It would give her more - and she would give the Hive...everything.

And all she had to do - the only thing she had to do - was to surrender.
 
Zoey felt like her pelvis was going to split in two with how forceful this Brood Crawler was with her. The sexual haze and pheromones wafting throughout the room did very little to cover up the disrespect the alien was showing her, though it did a wonderful job at making every thrust and minute touch something that could send her system into overdrive. She was a hardened security officer with cold, steel eyes and already she was ruined beyond all repair, sprawled out and spread wide for the crawler to fuck her as it saw fit. A thin trail of saliva seeped out from the corner of Zoey's lips as the thrusts grew in ferocity and power, like she truly was some plaything before the alien. And yet, in the dark corners of her mind, Zoey was secretly enjoying all of this. She didn't want the alien to stop- hell, it had been so long since she had been treated this way, since she had felt that orgasmic pleasure seeping through her veins!

Indeed, Zoey was enjoying this kind of torture, and she let the crawler know it with those hot, impish mewls of hers.

"Nnnngghaaa...!" The officer froze up and clenched hard around the crawler's cock for a few seconds as she went through a quick orgasm, one that would drench the alien's crotch in a thin sheen of her lovely juices. More of her soul was lost to the pleasure as her hips bucked hard, as her body quivered and tensed up before growing elastic once again. "P-please... Jane... N-no more... I don't want-"

"Mmmhmmphm!~"

Ah, but Zoey would be cut off in her whimpering, shut down before she dared to use logic and reasoning to try and save herself. The sight of the crawler looming over her and making hot, steamy love to Jane stopped Zoey from saying anything, from whimpering or shivering or doing anything that could distract herself from the sight before her. The officer watched with wide eyes as Jane was kissed and violated, tongue surging down her throat like an obscene tentacle while being oh-so-willing in the first place. The systems analyst looked like she was cumming in quick succession when that potent retroviral package shot down her throat and seeped into every nerve and cell they could reach. As smooth chitin appeared on her arms and legs like sexy stockings and her breasts were fondled, it became clear that Jane would never be human again. But Jane didn't care- in fact, she welcomed the change with open arms, delighted moans and her passionate suckling of the crawler's retroviral-inducing tongue...

Once the change was complete and Jane opened her eyes to show that unnatural color, she turned to the only human left in the room and licked the officer's collarbone like a sultry vixen to her prey.

"Ouaah... J-join us Zoey... It feels so good!" Whether Jane meant her new transformation or the Brood Crawler's impressive cock was unknown, though Zoey found herself eager to find out for herself. "Mhmm, feel that...? Feel how good he is to us...?"

In and out those two great cocks went, thrusting and spilling fluids and tearing out moans as they went. Zoey's mind was in tatters- she couldn't believe that Jane had just been changed into something so hideous, so inhuman and yet so hot. Her breasts flared up with every push Jane made against her, every thrust that went into her and knocked at her cervix. Her nipples were nearly as hard as diamonds at that point and the fleshy jewel above her spread pussy was crying out for attention as well. Zoey's entire body had fallen, and with it her mind. She looked up at the crawler and its tongue snaking about and, after a few mindless pants and moans, she gave in.

"Noo... P-please, don't leave me... don't l-leave me lonely...!" Zoey's eyes were nearly empty at that point- her soul elsewhere while lust and fragility rose to the top and surfaced as that erotic mist in her irises. "I want it... W-whatever it is... I want it, want it baaaad!"

And so it happened in the blink of an eye- the security guard was willing to surrender everything, including her humanity, all for so much more. She parted her lips and moaned- taking ragged breaths inbetween it all- and thus provided no resistance whatsoever to the crawler. It was like she was putty before the might of the crawler, speared by his dick and still craving for more. There was no doubt about it anymore. Zoey wanted to be one of the crawler's many queens!
 
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