Patience....

[[This was one of two recent entries of mine at the Alien Invasion contest over at Renderotica (didn't win ), but since the contest is finished I thought I'd share it here. I hope you find it to your liking. Forgive the epic description, but I feel the story behind the pic is just as important as the image itself. ]]

The alien creature shifted slightly in the dark as it waited. It's lust was a hunger that burned within it's smooth, rubbery body, but the alien was old, and with age comes patience. While younger members of it's race swarmed at the perimeter driven with lust and the desire to reach the human breedprey within, it watched and waited. The more it waited, the more it learned. Patience was the key.

For days it hid, watching the movements of the humans within their defenses. Watching the young ones perish at the walls gave it insight to how the perimeter worked... and it saw a flaw. At the next swarming attack it moved, every so slowly, creeping to the walls while sensors were kept busy by the young ones' scramblings. There, a small gap in an electrified fence would lose power as defenses concentrated on the other side of the perimeter. The creature made it's move, squeezing though the gap and dropping out of sight. Instinct and lustful hunger made it's senses twitch at the nearby prey, but age prevailed. The ones here were too well protected. Stealth and patience again would succeed where the impulsive youth of its kind had failed. Creeping to the buildings, it squirmed into a vent and moved with quiet caution among the air ducts. Slowly it moved in the dark maze, seeking out a quiet place to hide and observe. Scents and sounds guided it until it found the perfect place for ambush.

Through the vent in the ceiling it watched the women coming and going from the room below. Here they would remove their protective garments and clean themselves with water. Their skin glistened as they'd rub themselves clean, their soft flesh on display to the voyeuristic creature. It longed to attack them all, but there were too many. While it bred one, the others would escape and raise the alarm. No, patience. It would wait.

Finally the creature's waiting wisdom bore succulent fruit. The woman was alone and unsuspecting. It was late in the evening, when others would be asleep. She peeled off her clothing and stretched wearily from a long day of duty as she stepped into the shower. Hot water began to wash away the fatigue in her tired muscles as her hands guided soap and foam over her full, rolling breasts. The creature had waiting long for this moment. It's patient stalking had given it time to examine the cover on the vent and understand how to remove it silently. Below the woman was oblivious as the water and soap traced soft foamy ribbons along the luscious curves of her dark skin. Slowly through the vent, the monster came. One leg, then another. It gripped the wall as it climbed through. It was in position. It could feel it's lust building within, burning like an inner flame. In a moment it would attack with blinding speed and take the woman before she even had a chance to scream. The time for patience was over...