He moaned lustily into the humid hive air as #6's head bobbed back and forth between his legs. Reaching down, he ran his hand affectionately over her domed skull as she enthusiastically worked those soft, pliable lips over his cock. While she looked identical to her sisters, he knew it had to be #6. She had always been the disobedient one; ever trying to snatch an extra turn or sneaking back to seduce him when she was supposed to be working. He knew he shouldn't reward her for her bad behaviour, but he was helpless before her. She was pushy, aggressive and demanding, but then the moment he gave in and let her use him, she melted into loving, gentle sweetness.

Arching his back, he let out a grunt of pleasure as he released inside her mouth. #6 pushed forwards, burying her face into his crotch and hungrily drinking down her reward. He could actually hear the steady "Glp, glp, glp" noise of her repeated swallowing... And the erotic sensation it gave him just made his afterglow all the better. #6 hovered there between his legs, her lips still wrapped around his cock, swinging her rear around seductively as she stared up at him, plainly hoping that he would let her continue for another round... When suddenly, an earpiercing shriek of irritation pierced the silence.

Her Majesty's face loomed out of the darkness above them, her lips curling back in a punitive snarl. Having awoken to discover her wayward daughter once again intruding on her favourite consort, her annoyance was plain. #6 jerked her head back in one smooth motion, leaving his spit-slick cock to jerk confusedly in the air for a moment. After darting her head back between him and the Queen, #6 skittered away into the darkness with a terrified, apologetic squeak.

The Queen watched her go with a longsuffering snort, then returned her gaze to him. Before he had become her consort, he might have interpreted the long, drawn out hiss she gave next as a sign of anger or aggression. But now he knew better. Now, he recognized it as a sound of lust... And when his Queen felt her need growing, it was his duty to obey.

Staggering forwards, his still-wet erection bobbing shamelessly on display in front of him, he approached his ruler. She jerked her head, almost dismissively, towards the egg-sac protruding from her rear. He nodded. He rarely if ever got to fuck her directly anymore, save when she felt the urge for such pleasure. The memory of her unparalleled skill as a greedy, selfish lover was etched irrevocably into his memory, and he yearned to experience it again... But for now, he had a duty to perform. And besides... His new duty had a sort of perverted allure all of it's own.

The egg-sac protruding from the Queen was curled around in a c-shape. He was unsure why, and could only assume she liked to watch him as he fertilized her. As he stepped up to the rear of the sac, the oversized orifice twitched and quivered in anticipation. He shivered as he stared at it, equal parts disgusted and aroused. This, then, was the true sign of him surrendering his humanity: Not even vaguely humanoid, this was a league away from fucking a humanoid alien with at least vaguely comparable genitals. The act of lovemaking with this... This thing, was truly depraved.

Raising his painfully hard erection up to the slimy, grotesque lips of the sac, he embraced that depravity once again. Sensing his body heat, the slick orifice forced itself slowly onto him, sliding down the length of his cock with agonizingly pleasurable laziness. Finally, it kissed his hips - and then the bottom lip slid underneath his scrotum, locking his entire reproductive system within its sticky, sucking embrace.

The Queen looked on with approval as her consort obediently readied himself for fertilization. The disobedient drone who still lurked at the edges of the chamber had lessened his output, but not by much. He would still give her plenty of genetic material to work with before his next opportunity to rest.

Almost immediately, the sac began it's hellish work. A strong, rhythmic suction-release, suction-release, suction-release, the soft lower lips gently undulating and massaging his balls, coaxing hem to create more sperm, to father more children, to release more readily; more, more, more...

The sensation of having sex with such a disgusting thing, yet it being so wonderfully pleasurable, was unthinkable. He thrust mindlessly into it, eagerly spurring himself towards orgasm and the contentment of knowing he had fathered another clutch of eggs... And yet after his dalliance with #6, his orgasm came slowly.

Desperate, he began to fantasize; about #1, who rode him to orgasm so imperiously, so uncaringly, just like her mother... About #4, who he had first taken from behind in a fit of lust-filled madness after the Queen had slept for two days, and who now insisted on being fucked like an animal every single time... About #6, with her rapacious need for kinky sex, and those oh so soft lips... Soft lips much like those currently wrapped around his cock, although on a much smaller scale...

That was all he needed. His mind filled with visions of finally dominating #6, he pounded away at the grease-covered sac, dreaming of thrusting his hard cock into a squirming, writhing #6, of finally taming her, of making her his obedient mistress forever...

His orgasm was so powerful that eventually his legs actually gave way beneath him, slipping free of the cum-flooded eggsac and leaving him sprawled on the ground, gasping for air. The Queen looked over in surprise. A much larger release than anticipated... But the male was suffering difficulties. With an irritated snap, she turned her head to the drone skulking in the shadows, and hissed out her orders.

Staring upwards at the roof, he suddenly found himself face to face with a drone. #6 peered down at him in confusion as she crawled over to join him. Giving him a quick once over, she seemed satisfied that he was unharmed - just fatigued. But fatigue was, after all, irrelevant. Her hand slid down to his crotch to massage his cock, which hardened immediately in well-trained response. Working. Good. That was all she needed.

Raising his head, he stared down at the strange ticklish sensation as #6 gave him a gentle, encouraging handjob. At the head of his cock, the gaping orifice at the end of the egg-sac loomed, impatiently. His duty was not done...

Turning to the drone's impish grin, he nodded. She hissed in amusement, then jerked her hand away from his crotch. The egg-sac shot forwards to latch onto him anew with a wet, forceful slap, making him grunt in discomfort. #6 ran her hand over his chest, comfortingly, as she nuzzled into his side, apparently content to stay there for the long run.

The Queen, satisfied that her fertilization had not been interrupted, turned away. A moment later, #6 chose to act. She straddled him, her crotch pressed against his stomach, and stared downwards at him, teasingly. From where he was, she obscured the egg-sac currently violating him almost completely... And then she leaned forwards, and began to bounce her hips. She was off beat, of course, and he was well aware of what her selfish jigging was actually supposed to mean... 'Me next.'But for all the world, it looked almost like...

Reaching up to take the sexy xenomorph by the hips, he began thrusting upwards in turn. There was still time before the others were due back for their turns... If he was able to satisfy the Queen quickly enough then maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get #6 to give him another fantasy to think about...