Irina is feeling better than ever...

Before Marie could take a step, a familiar but unexpected sound came from behind her - the mechanical clicks of a RIGs's helmet being detached followed by a hollow thump. Marie stiffened and spun back toward Irina, to find herself face to face with the young medic now standing inches away. The woman's shoulder length blonde hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks, her plump lips parted slightly below her refined nose. She stared back into Marie's face placidly, her green eyes unblinkingly locked onto Marie's own.

"Wha -mmmph!" Marie never got a chance to finish her question.

Irina lunged forward, planting her lips over Marie's and slid her tongue into the engineer's opened mouth. Her arms wrapped around Marie's torso, keeping her own limbs trapped against her body as Irina continued to suck and slurp wetly at the woman's lips. Marie gagged at the unexpected intrusion of the medic's tongue and the rush of thick drool that accompanied it. The musky taste overwhelmed her senses, and she groaned, swallowing reflexively. Almost immediately, a shudder of perverse pleasure sized her, and she moaned into the other woman's mouth. Ohhh...Oh...no....

Marie weakly strained against Irina's embrace and tried half-heartedly to wrench her head away from the sloppy kiss, but the medic's grip was stronger than Marie expected, while her own body felt sluggish. Her blade slipped from her softening grip, clattering uselessly to the deck. Her mind was growing hazy and slow. The earlier struggle against the creatures and the sound of the firefight on the other side of the bridge had sent her thoughts racing, but a now they moved lazily, sliding slickly past each other without finding purchase. I must...I should....oohhhh. The longer Irina tongued her lips, the more tempting it was to simply stand there and let her do it, swallowing down more of the delicious juices she was feeding Marie.

Dimly, Marie knew that she was already lost, but the realization did not carry any fear. Still, a last vestige of the old Marie managed to reassert itself briefly and in a clumsy effort she managed to **** her knee up between herself and Irina. The leverage broke Irina's hold on Marie's body, and sent the medic spinning away. Marie staggered backwards, catching herself against a nearby console. She leaned back against it for support, her rubbery legs almost buckling under her.

Irina quickly steadied herself and smoothly turned back to face the fallen engineer. As Marie watched, the green in Irina's eyes slowly drained away, only to be replaced by a sickly yellow. Irina's full lips curled upwards in a blissful smile, a thin trickle of pale yellow slime escaping from a corner of her mouth. Marie's tongue flicked out, tasting the gift the medic left on her own lips. She let out a small whine of pleasure, feeling her pussy juice at the taste. _I feel...feel so...EMPTY. _The emptiness inside her was accompanied by a growing chorus inside her own mind, filling her with new, depraved needs and instincts.

From her new vantage point, Marie could see a small tear at the side of the collar of Irina's RIG, surrounded by a thick layer of orange slime. Irina kept her yellow eyes locked on Marie's flushed face as she turned her head slightly, leaned forward and opened her lips. Her tongue lashed out, gathering up the small patch of ooze collected on the inside of her RIG's collar. She swallowed it down, her eyelids fluttering as a pleasured moan escaped between her lips. Marie echoed her grateful sigh, and pushed her self forward on wobbly legs, driven by the fevered craving pulsing in her mind.

Staggering toward the infected medic, Marie pressed herself against the woman. Her lust-glazed eyes stared at Irina desperately as she opened her mouth and slid out her tongue in a mute invitation. Obligingly, Irina leaned forward and locked her lips with Marie's once more. The taste of her was stronger now, more potent. The fresh dose of the alien virus rushed through Marie's body, wiping away all old loyalties, morals and goals. Her hips pushed forward, trying to find some stimulation for her drooling pussy, but the sensations were frustratingly dulled by the RIGs the women still wore. Marie's eyes rolled back in her head, eyelids fluttering as she twitched in Irina's embrace, moaning incoherently into the other woman's mouth. After several long moments, Irina pulled back, extracting her slick tongue from Marie's lips, and waited patiently. Marie's body twitched once more, then was still. When her eyes fluttered at last, they were as yellow as Irina's own.

"More," Marie rasped, straining toward the other infected, "need more...so empty now"

Their lips found each other once more, and they eagerly tongued each other, sharing the infected slime now running through their bodies.

Marie's gloved hands were scrambling against the latches of Irina's RIG when the comm units gave out another tone.

"Sampson here," the Captain's gruff voice sounded pained, "we made it. Took a few...ah...bumps," he grunted, "but we pulled through. Marie, Irina what's your status?"

Marie looked into Irina's murky eyes, and saw a reflection of her own thoughts, their minds already joined in sync.

"They could fill us," Irina spoke breathlessly, "fill our wombs..."

"Yes," Marie agreed before Irina finished speaking, whispering hotly into the other woman's lips "make us whole..."

Reluctantly, Marie pulled away from Irina. Turning towards the door, the two women walked out into the light, their steps unnaturally stiff, guided by a shared purpose.