Echoes of LV-426 - Newt
[It is suggested that you read the series in the order listed below]
Glory was awakened from a deep sleep by Newt crawling into bed with her - the girl was panting and trembling and whispering her name hoarsely.
“Glory ... please ... please ...” Newt gasped as she crawled under the covers. Coming out of a dead sleep, Glory at first feared that Newt was sick or hurt and reached out to gather the girl in her arms and hold her.
“What is it, baby? What's wrong?”
“... please ... please ...” was all Newt could say, gasping the words out as she held up what she had in her hands. Glory couldn't see in the dark but she knew what Newt had brought with her; a tube of personal lubricant and two of the auto-syringes with the synthesized endorphins from the company labs.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Glory said, her voice breaking with emotion as she held Newt close. She could smell the fear sweat from Newt's armpits and the scent of urine. Reaching down she confirmed that the girl had wet the bed again - the inner thighs and bottom of her flannel pajamas were sopping. “Was it the dream, Newt?”
“Yes.” Newt nodded, pushing the lubricant and syringes toward Glory for emphasis, her voice almost whining in her desperation, “Please ... oh, please, Glory ...”
The dreams. All of the survivors had them, or at least a variation of them, some more frequently than others, some stronger than others. Newt's were rare, usually once every three to four months, but when they came they left the girl distraught and disturbed and craving contact with the Aliens like an addict craves a drug. Glory knew that if she could, Newt would wish herself back to LV-426 and welcome the three huggers that had meant her death to invade her body once more, no matter what the cost.
Glory too had the dreams on occasion and would awaken soaked with sweat, her own arousal off the charts and a hollow empty feeling in her loins, craving the feeling of a hugger clamped tight to her pelvis, a probe pulsing deep in her uterus as an Alien embryo was forced inside her. Glory kept a syringe and special sex toys in her bedside table for those nights. Her heart went out to Newt, knowing the torment the girl was feeling right then.
Still.
“Shhh, sweetheart, shhh.” Glory whispered, pulling Newt's face to the nape of her neck and stroking her back, trying to calm the trembling girl.
“... please ...” Newt whispered, cradling the lubricant and syringes between them and Glory knew that Newt was immersed in a nightmare world of craving where coherent thought was just beyond reach.
“Let's get you the medicine Dr. Wilkes gave us.” Glory had taken Newt to the doctor who had a private contract with the company and understood the torments the survivors went through when the dreams came. 'Echoes' he called them, 'echoes' of a time when all of the females of LV-426 were consumed with the blissful dangerous breeding rituals of the Aliens. The doctor had prescribed a powerful sedative that knocked Newt out for hours.
“Noooo.” Newt sobbed, squirming in Glory's arms, “Please help me!”
Glory felt her heart would break.
“Lighting.” Glory spoke aloud to the environmental computer, “Migraine.” and the lights slowly came on, casting a dim amber light in the room. Glory stroked her hands through Newt's hair and lifted her chin so they lay face-to-face. Newt's eyes were puffy with sleep and wet with tears, her chin quivering, her lips moist and trembling.
“Honey, we shouldn't.” Glory said softly, stroking Newt's cheek, “It's not ... healthy for us.”
“I won't call you 'Mom', I promise.” Newt said and Glory felt a tug deep in her heart. Because of their age difference, Newt had struggled to explain their relationship to her new friends at school and had chosen to refer to Glory as her mother, sometimes calling her that in private even though there was a time when their physical ages were within three years of each other. But the years Newt spent in stasis had separated them in physical and emotional ages. In many ways, Glory had become a mother to Newt and to hear the word 'Mom' from Newt's lips was something that made Glory's heart swell every time the girl said it.
“Oh, baby.” Glory hugged Newt tight, tears flooding her own eyes.
“... please ...” Newt whispered and GLory knew she could not let Newt suffer.
Drawing a deep breath and letting it out, Glory let go of Newt and reached up, taking the syringes and lubricant from her, kissing her fingers as she let go of them. Glory set the syringes on her bedside table and slipped the tube of lubricant between her own thighs to warm it. Glory kissed Newt on the forehead and pressed her hands against her shoulder, rolling Newt onto her back.
“Relax, sweetheart. Just relax now.” Glory hushed her as she unbuttoned Newt's pajama top and opened it, Newt giving a little shiver as the soft material slid across her tight puckered nipples. Glory took the closest between her lips and suckled it, flicking her tongue across it.
“... Gloryyyyy ...” Newt sighed, calming now, knowing her torment would soon be soothed, her breathing settling into a slow, deep, sometimes quavering rhythm as Glory untied the waist of Newt's wet pajama bottoms and opened them, sliding her hand down over Newt's damp mound and cupping her sex. Newt murmured and pressed herself up against Glory's hand and Glory could feel the muscles in Newt's belly tighten and felt the wet heat from Newt's loins.
Stroking her sex as she removed her hand, Glory rose and knelt on the bed and untangled Newt's limbs from her pajamas, leaving the girl naked and still trembling on the bed. Taking the tube of lubricant, Glory uncapped it and gently moved the open end between Newt's thighs, finding her vulva and parting her labia with the fingers of her other hand. Glory inserted the tube just inside Newt's vagina and squeezed half of the tube up inside her, Newt letting out a soft trembling murmur as it squished into her emptiness. Glory squeezed the rest of the tube into the palm of her right hand then discarded the tube as she smeared it over her hands and halfway up her forearms.
“Open for me, baby.” Glory whispered and Newt parted her thighs, bending her knees. Glory moved between them and lowered herself, kissing Newt's inner thighs and the hollows on either side of her loins. The strong smell of urine flashing Glory's memory back to LV-426 when Newt had loved to lose control as she was fed by the nurse Aliens and her own sexual encounter with Newt just before the rescue. Glory covered Newt's clitoris with her lips and sucked and felt Newt slowly squirm.
“Glory ...” Newt's soft voice sounded so loud in the quiet of the room, “... I need you ...”
“I know, baby.” Glory whispered as she used one finger to stroke the inside of Newt's labia. She played there, sliding up and down, teasing Newt's anus, then her urethra, then the opening of her vagina. Bending that same finger, Glory repeated the stroking, but this time with the knuckle of her finger, stroking and pressing more firmly with each transit. She pressed up hard against Newt's anus, hearing the girl gasp, knowing she had just felt that rush of fear all of the girls got when a hugger pressed there, mistaking it for the place to plant the embryo - knowing that if that happened the Alien would rip them apart when it birthed. Mating with a hugger was like playing Russian Roulette - and therein was part of that dark excitement.
Glory turned her hand then and without warning slid two fingers deep into Newt's vagina, curling them and pressing up against the girl's g-spot. Newt's legs trembled and her body squirmed as Glory gripped Newt's vagina as tightly as she could. She rose up and pressed her palm down on Newt's pelvic bone, putting all her weight on it, clamping Newt's hips to the bed, simulating a hugger's tight grip. Glory rocked back and forth pressing down hard and slid a third finger inside the girl. Newt cried out and reached up with her hands and pinched her own nipples. Glory slipped her fourth finger into Newt's tight vagina and slid the palm down over Newt's mound, pressing hard, her fingers slipping deeper into Newt's sex.
“Oh gawwwd.” Newt groaned as Glory pressed harder, twisting her hand, the web of her thumb firm against Newt's hooded clit. Glory slid her thumb into the hollow of her palm and started working her hand against the tight ring of muscles at Newt's opening. Glory could feel the warm slippery clot of lubricant inside Newt as her fingers squirmed within the girl. Glory leaned forward until her breasts lay on Newt's pelvis and slid her left hand under Newt's lower back, wrapping her arm around the girl's waist. Glory hugged Newt tight and pressed hard, forcing her right hand up into Newt's vagina. Newt cried out and squirmed on the bed, her hands finding Glory's shoulders and pushing against them. Glory felt Newt's vagina resisting her knuckles and pressed harder as Newt's thighs closed and tightened on Glory's arm. To the uninitiated it would appear that Newt's body would take no more, but Glory could feel the slight movements as Newt's body opened by degrees. Suddenly Glory's knuckles blew past the tight ring and her hand thumped deep inside Newt's vagina. Newt shrieked as Glory curled her fingers inside her and pressed deep in one smooth motion.
Glory gently rolled her fist inside Newt, extending the knuckle of her middle finger to rub firmly against Newt's cervix as the girl drew up her knees, her thighs flapping open and closed and her tight belly jumping and twitching. As Newt panted and gasped, Glory uncurled her middle finger and toyed with the opening of Newt's cervix. Newt's response was immediate and profound, her breath caught in her throat and her lower belly went soft as Newt relaxed herself for the hugger's probe that she was envisioning inside her.
“... give-it-to-me ...” Newt gasped breathlessly, and Glory knew that in her mind Newt was back on LV-426, writhing in the filth of the egg chamber floor “... give-it-to-me ...”
Glory gave it to her.
Hugging her waist tight to her, Glory pressed her finger hard into Newt's cervix, feeling the tight tube slide over her finger. She pressed hard and deep, knowing that after the dozens and dozens of encounters on LV-426, she could not damage Newt this way. This girl was tough as nails. Glory pushed until she could push no more, and Newt again squeezed her thighs tight on Glory's arm and twisted on the bed, her fingers digging into Glory's shoulders.
“FUCK!” Newt cried out, gasping wetly through clenched teeth. Still pressing deep, Glory untangled her left arm and retrieved one of the auto-syringes and flicked the cap off with her thumbnail. Turning it in her hand like she was holding a knife, Glory stabbed it down hard on Newt's thigh and pressed the button on the back end, hearing the faint puff as the super-endorphins were propelled into Newt's bloodstream. The effect was almost immediate.
Newt's breath again caught in her throat and she stopped breathing, her body held rigid and unmoving as the endorphins kicked in. Glory reached out and uncapped the second auto-syringe, hammering it against Newt's thigh and hearing the dose delivered.
Newt gasped.
The body tremors began slowly, first with little jerks and twitches then as larger more fluid movements. Newt's breathing was strained and quavering, her hips rolled and twisted as Glory held her hand tight inside her, her finger still in Newt's cervix. The girl let go of Glory's shoulders and her hands reached out, her fingers clawing at the bed linen as she flopped onto her back, her body undulating, mimicking the waves of orgasm that Glory knew were flooding through her core. Glory knew that Newt would be riding wave after wave of gut-wrenching orgasms for up to an hour. She smiled when she looked down and saw Newt's little toes curling. Newt's toes always curled when she came.
Newt's body was soon slick with sweat and her honey coloured hair grew dark and wet where it stuck to her fevered face and shoulders. Through it, Glory enhanced Newt's pleasure by curling her finger inside her cervix, flicking her tongue over the hard red ball of the girl's clitoris, and stroking her anus with the fingers of her free hand.
Fourty-five minutes of bliss passed. Recalling Newt's lust for the nurse Alien's ritual, Glory opened her bedside table and groped within until she laid her left hand on a flexible dildo. It was one of the new multi purpose models that tasted of berries and was self-lubricating. Glory lifted it and stroked it over Newt's parted lips.
“Take it, sweetie.” she whispered and Newt opened her mouth and took the soft bodied dildo past her lips. Glory worked it down Newts' gullet steadily, feeling it press down on her tongue and slip into her throat. Glory worked it deep until the base was firm against Newt's little pug nose. Newt's throat was working and she gagged as Glory moved the dildo just enough to tease and give Newt that feeling of asphyxiation she loved. Newt's bladder released again and urine jetted up Glory's forearm as she continued to squirm and orgasm with Glory's hand inside her. Glory gently pulled the dildo up and out of Newt's throat and let it fall off the bed before the girl passed out, Newt gagging and choking and gasping for air.
After this Glory felt the intensity of Newt's climaxes lessen, and as they did, Glory slipped her finger out of Newt's cervix, that orifice closing tight as it pushed her fingertip out.
Glory hugged Newt's hips as she started working her hand back out of her, letting her hand go limp and rhythmically pulling against the band of muscle at Newt's opening, timing her movements to Newt's breathing. Soon she felt Newt bearing down in time, pushing against Glory's hand. A few minutes later it slipped out of her wetly, and Glory massaged her crotch to ease that void for her.
Glory knew that Newt was coming out of her fugue, coming back to earth, reacquainting herself with reality. The sexual arousal would last for a few more minutes, but the visions of the Aliens would be gone. Glory worked herself up Newt's body, rolling her on her side so they were belly-to-belly, their thighs intertwining, their arms snaking around each other and they clung together - relishing the fleeting contact of their nipples, the firm tightness of thigh muscles. Her eyes still closed, Newt pressed her lips to Glory's and kissed her wetly and passionately, their tongues finding each other and exploring. Newt pressed her mound against Glory's and shuddered through one more small orgasm.
Then she slowly came down, catching her breath, letting her sore exhausted muscles relax and go flaccid. Glory smiled as she felt Newt's normally tight belly pouch out and press its softness against her own. Newt pulled herself tight to Glory, her lips close to Glory's ear, her breath tickling.
“Thank you.” Newt whispered, then; “I love you so much.” and her voice broke and tears of relief came.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Glory answered in kind, with her own words and her own tears, “I love you with all my heart, Newt.”
And there was peace in their home once more.