The laser sight shifts to the Xenomorph's head at the last second, who leaps out of the way just in time as a blue laser beam fires out of the shadows. It narrowly misses Noah, and explodes upon impacting the wall he's strung up on, sending him flying across the nest in a great big explosion that fills the cavern with smoke and makes the mountain rumble ferociously. Tumbling across the resin-coated floor, Noah slaps his hand down on the camera and chokes on the fog of dust as he scrambles to his feet and darts his head around, dazed. The smoke parts to reveal the one who lit up the Hive. A humanoid just as towering and hourglass-shaped as the Xenomorph. You first notice that she's helmeted by some sort of black tactical mask with dreadlocks spilling out the top, its expression a permanent mouthless scowl. Her chest and waist aren't quite as well-endowed as the Xenomorph's, but she makes up for it with her extra buff physique. Man, Noah has been swimming in muscle girls as of late. She's dressed in skimpy black body-armor that only protects about a fourth of her, so most of her leathery, ashy-yellow skin is shown off in its full-body fishnet suit. She has some sort of net sack slung over her shoulder, and tosses it to the ground so her hands are free. It hits the floor with a hollow, bony clatter, because the bag is filled with...human skulls.

About five of them, polished to a sheen. Trophies, like the pelts a hunter would keep. Noah whimpers in fear at the morbid sight of a pouch of severed human heads being plopped down at his feet. A futuristic plasma cannon is perched upon the Hunter's left shoulder, its barrel drawn and smoking. He whimpers again as he stares down the thing, tensing up as it seems to power up for another blast, which would surely disintegrate him. However, the cannon instead retracts back into her shoulder armor, confirming she doesn't regard the boy as a threat. The Predator makes a purring noise that sounds like a cross between an alligator's growl and a cicada's shrill. A freakish and otherworldly sound to say the least. You're not sure what to make of it but it sounds terrifying. She marches over to Noah, and the patter of her feet sounds like the tromping of boots even though she's barefoot. She sizes Noah up and eyefucks him with the infrared vision of her mask lenses, scanning his biometrics up close and personal. Leaning sideways up against a nearby wall, the Predator throws her leg over Noah's shoulder and uses it to shove him into her in a forceful embrace. He's barely able to grab her by the thigh and hold her up as her leg alone weighs him down, which spreads her pussy wide and puts him at the perfect elevation to fuck her once he stands on his toes.

He looks at her labia as it throbs and glistens with anticipation, which makes his face glow happily. Noah has gotten the series down to such a routine that the Predator doesn't even have to ask. Her leg is like a log he's hugging, but the little brat quite inspirationally manages to hold up the 400 pound-beauty while making her cum at the same time. He jerks his dick for a couple seconds to get it to chub up, before cramming it into her fleshy opening and beginning to buck his hips fiercely inward. It takes him a while to adjust to the awkward positioning, but soon enough, Noah is in a sexual rhythm that gets them both high on elation. He whines and groans in pleasure as his crotch repeatedly rams into the Predator's. She curiously tilts her head, apparently intrigued by this alien species's mating call. Then all of a sudden, it sounds like there are two Noahs moaning. The Yautja has recorded his sounds in the sack and is playing it back to him with a feature on her mask, though with a creepy and haunting digital filter over it. It looks like the Hunter is trying to be a good house guest to Earth by mimicking our mannerisms. With her other hand, she reaches down towards her pubic mound and begins schlicking to multiply her pleasure twofold. Her alien cunt squelches as she twists and mashes her bean with her fingers, and she continues to moan with a feminine adaption of Noah's voice.

As she begins getting close, her talon-tipped toes scrunch whilst her foot hangs off his shoulder with the rest of her leg. Noah's ass jiggles and his legs quiver as he empties his little balls into her gaping snatch, clenching his teary eyes and trying to stifle his shriek of pleasure in what looks like a conscious effort to seem more masculine. After taking a couple deep breaths so he doesn't have another asthma attack, Noah pulls out, and his ropey cum wad is expelled from the Predator's vagina when she follows his example of an orgasm by squirting it out onto the floor. At least this one doesn't cum acid. Noah lets go of her leg and nearly collapses in exhaustion, surely sore beyond belief from having fucked a quarter-ton beast. The Yautja Warrior bends down and makes Noah giggle by playfully scratching the underside of his chin as a little reward for making her cum. She makes that strange clicking call again, but in this context, it seems more like an affectionate coo rather than an intimidation tactic. She also imitates his adorable giggle with her mask's vocal mimicry app. A familiar and nasty-sounding hiss ruins the mood however, snapping the Hunter into combat mode on a dime. The Xenomorph is back upon skittering out of the shadows, ready to defend her hive from her natural predator, like a honey bee attacking a hungry bear.

With the speed of a cheetah, the Xeno races on all fours at the Predator. Her shoulder cannon starts firing off shots, filling the cavern with explosions and sparks. However, the Xenomorph's reflexes and speed gives it the illusion of nigh-teleportation, dodging every shot until she's hanging from the ceiling like a spider. She leaps down at the Hunter and slashes her side with her knife-like talons. The Predator yelps in pain in something of a roaring hiss, clutching her scratched ribs. Lacking natural talons, the Predator clenches her fists and grows some technological ones instead to make for an even fight. A pair of gnarly serrated blades sprout out of the Yautja's gauntlets with a startling "SHING!". Intimidated by the wristblades' shiny edges, the Xenomorph Drone keeps her distance and hisses angrily. Instead of getting close to the Hunter, she sics her tail on her like a scorpion. But the Predator catches her "stinger" with her other hand and pulls her in for killing blow. She throws a haymaker forward, intending to skewer the Xeno with her blade-spiked punch. Going against all logic, Noah interferes with nature and casts himself between the two brawling warriors.

"STOP FIGHTING!" he pleads.

The Predator's wristblades stop within an inch of his face, so close he can surely smell the metal, and the Xenomorph almost chomps down on his head. However, the monsters' primal furies cool at the sight of their boytoy. Noah opens his mouth to speak, but realizes the two of them certainly can't understand English, if even language at all, in the animalistic Xenomorph's case. Instead, he communicates his "make love, not war" philosophy the only way he knows how. He softly grabs the Xeno by her head and stands on his tip-toes so his puckered lips can plant a sweet peck on her shiny done. Then, with those same lips, he reaches up and smooches the Predator on her mask, to prove to them how similar they are by having them share a kiss. The Yautja shoots the Xenomorph an expression, unreadable due to her mask, before reluctantly holstering her weapons. Her plasma cannon withdraws into her pauldron and her wristblades slide back into her gauntlet. In response, the Drone stops threateningly baring her fangs. An interspecies truce is made. And soon, an interspecies threesome.

"There, isn't that better?" Noah asks with a smile.

The Predator gets comfortable by demasking. Her ballistic helmet hisses with steam as it unlatches from her head, and what lies beneath is finally revealed.

Let's just say she's a butterface and leave it at that.

"Oh," Noah's face dips upon the unmasking. "...You're beautiful!" he squeals, expression bursting with joy at the Predator opening up to him.

He gives the Hunter a great big hug, accepting her for who she is. The Xenomorph growls jealously, so Noah gently detaches from the Predator and gives the Xeno some love as well.

"You too!"

The Xenomorph purrs and nuzzles him like a cat. Now that all three are completely secure and comfortable in one another's presence, the lovemaking begins. The Xeno gets down on all fours, spreading her vagina and welcoming Noah to explore it. He licks his lips at the sight of her labia flex enticingly, so he gets down on his knees and aims his boner into her. However, before he can thrust inward, the Xenomorph's inner-pussy springs out, grabbing Noah by his tip and pulling him in herself. He yelps in surprise as the Drone's alien biology gobbles up his dick. Sparing him the trouble of thrusting, the Xeno starts working her lower back, rhythmically slamming her buttcrack up against his crotch. He moans quietly at the feeling of her multi-layered reproductive tract grinding back and forth across his meat scepter. The Yautja Warrior joins in to make a three-species orgy.

She crouches down behind Noah, grabs two handfuls of his buttcheeks, spreads them wide, and starts eating him out with her pincers. He jolts and squeals, giggling infectiously at the sensation tickling across his anus. He's used to rimjobs by now, but not with mouths like that. Aww, the Alien and Predator have learned to share! On one side of his waist, Noah's dick is being ridden by a pussy, and on the other, his ass is being rimmed by a pair of alien "lips", if you can call them that. The blacks of the Xenomorph's exoskeleton clash with the yellows of the Predator's skin, but they're blended together in harmony by the light pinks of Noah's rosy paleness. While feasting on his crack, the Hunter reaches past Noah's taint and starts fondling the underside of his balls with her black pointy fingernails. She gets the whole scrotum in the palm of her hand and squeezes delicately but firmly, which ignites a gratifying, gnawing sensation in the pit of Noah's belly. The Drone twists over onto her back and throws her legs over her head, Noah's dick never unplugging from her ass.

This switches the position from doggy to missionary, allowing Noah to take control. Instead of the Xenomorph slapping her cheeks up against Noah's crotch, Noah begins slapping his crotch up against her cheeks after getting some leverage by grabbing the back of her knees. The Yautja flips over too, getting on her back so her head's parked between Noah's thighs like an underpass. Her mouth and fingers swap positions, so instead of rimming Noah while groping his scrotum, she gargles on his nuts while fingering his ass. Judging from Noah's shift in reaction, the Predator's six pincers feel even better nuzzling his balls, and she can taste the hot, heavy orgasm brewing in his testes. Noah starts becoming overwhelmed by all of his senses being stimulated at once, but manages to keep his cool for the sake of properly plowing the Xenomorph. That is until the Xenomorph adds the cherry on top; the stick that breaks the camel's back. She reaches up and starts twisting and churning his cold, hard nipples.

He goes blind immediately. In the same way furious people go blind with the red of anger, Noah goes blind with the red of ecstasy. A fire rages in his chest through his nipples, a fire rages in his groin through his dick, a fire rages across his taint through his balls, and a fire rages across his insides through his ass. Blistering waves surge and pulsate up his body, pinching his atoms and climbing his hormones. His brain is roasted in his skull by a fever of sweltering bliss. He loses all control over his existence, becoming a puppet to the cosmic power of pleasure and enjoying every second of it. Motor control completely evacuates his body, leaving it to sweat, shudder, and contract endlessly. Then, he breaks. Every orgasm he's ever had hits him at once. The vivid muscle memories of every past sexual encounter in this series flood into Noah's head all at once, filling up his skull and making it burst with overstimulation. His mind is blown with pleasure.

"OHHHH FUUUUUUCCKK!~" the sound of Noah's profane climax echoes throughout the cave.

Uh oh, now he's gonna get demonetized. That's one for the swear jar. He tries keeping the hysterical ejaculation contained by burying balls-deep into the Xenomorph's pussy, but her belly starts to painfully swell from the overabundance of cum filling up her insides and Noah is forced to pull out for her sake. His cock sprays like a stuttering garden hose, hocking up dozens of long, thick ropes of cum onto the Xenomorph's head and belly. Noah feels terrified and helpless as he completely loses control of his own penis. It won't stop spasming, each contraction and discharge sending a lightning bolt up his crotch to his mind, so overwhelmingly pleasurable it's painful, essentially tasing the synapses in his brain. Finally, after a minute of torture, his cock has mercy. It stops seizing and instead parches back up into a flaccid little thing you would've never believed to have unleashed such a monster if you didn't see it with your own eyes.

His urethra weakly dribbles with the last few drops of cum, then Noah hits the ground like a lead balloon, going completely slack. His fingers twitch and his chest heaves gently as he mindlessly gazes up at the ceiling, his brain still cooking behind his eyes. He felt like he could feel his melted brain oozing out of his ears in the form of grey matter, having been literally fucked stupid by certainly losing some brain-cells in the process. More than satisfied themselves, the Xenomorph snuggles up with Noah like a cat would, while the Predator joins the cuddle in a more human-like position. A warm and quiet resolution ensued the fiery, howling climax. During all of this, the camera has been sitting off to the side like always, a curious observer to its owner's perverted escapades. Noah, in his tender daze, just barely notices the camcorder's red recording light. He reaches out for it and pulls it up to his face so he can address his audience.

"Hey, guys. I uh, hope you enjoyed the double feature. I know I did. But um, I think...I think I need to take a break...for a while. But I promise: I'll see you guys again," he swears with a weak but sincere smile.

"Later."