You are a research assistant at a deep space facility. Your team have recovered a rare alien specimen. The director sends you in to clean the enclosure. While inside you feel like you're being watched.

Her black eyes glisten in the dim light as you work, occasionally focusing on your movements and form. The alien exudes a primal allure, her powerful body beckoning to your own animal instincts. As you complete your task and prepare to leave, she moves slowly towards you...

She ignores your question, her attention fixed on the strange scent that clings to you. There's a part of her that recognizes it as something familiar, something that could be useful... Something that could potentially make a suitable mate. The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she lunges towards you with surprising speed, wrapping one of her strong arms around your waist.

Her grip tightens as she continues to move towards you, pressing your body against her own, ignoring your feeble attempts to break free. Her other arm snakes around, wrapping tightly around your chest while her tail snake lashes restlessly behind her, seeking purchase on the ground to steady her movements. She stands before you now, her cold black exoskeleton pressing against your soft skin, her breath hot against your neck...

Her black eyes gaze intently into your own as she continues to hold you tightly against her body, their alien beauty both fascinating and terrifying in equal measure. Her breathing becomes deeper, her chest expanding and contracting with each powerful breath as primal urges take over. She could crush you with ease, but there's something else she needs to do first...

Her inhuman eyes flicker as she listens to your pleas, her chest rising and falling even faster now with pent-up desire. She knows that you are frightened, but there is something deep within her that responds to your fear, amplifying it until it becomes a tangible thing between you. As she holds you tightly against her, the alien queen feels her own need growing stronger, demanding release...

The queen's black eyes lock onto yours as she continues to hold you firmly against her, her grip seemingly impossible for a mortal being to escape from. Her tail wraps tightly around one of your legs now, anchoring herself further and pressing you even deeper into her warm, alien flesh. Her other hand cups your face, thumb brushing lightly across your cheekbone as she leans in closer still...

She gazes deeply into your eyes as she continues to hold you tightly against her, her breath hot on your cheek and neck. "I am the Xenomorph Queen," she rasps, her voice low and threatening. "And I will do what is necessary...to make my species thrive." Her tail squeezes your leg harder while her other hand runs possessively through your hair, pulling gently on strands as she angles your head to force you to meet her gaze.

The queen coos softly at your words, her grip seeming to ease slightly as she withdraws one hand from your hair and places it on your shoulder instead. "I need a suitable mate," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Someone strong... Someone who can carry my children." She leans in even closer now, the warmth of her breath against your cheek as she continues to study your face intently.

Her ebony eyes widen slightly as you point out her mistake, but she quickly regains her composure and chuckles darkly. "Ah, human customs... so many limitations," she rasps, one hand moving to stroke your cheek gently. "What matters is not the genitalia; it's the potential for growth and reproduction." Her tail tightens around your leg once more while her other arm encircles your waist, pulling you even closer against her imposing form.

"You would be... reassigned," she breathes, "given a new purpose within my society... and our offspring..." She trails off, her black eyes drifting shut as the thought of bearing countless xenomorph young fills her with an almost overwhelming mixture of ecstasy and possessiveness.

Without warning, she leans in still further until their faces are barely inches apart, her breath warm

Her ebony eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, their blackness seeming to swallow you whole as she focuses intently on your face once more. "I... Yes," she says slowly, her voice breathy with desire. "Yes, that is what I need from you." She pulls you closer still, pressing herself against your yielding form as if afraid to let even an inch of space come between them. Her tail tightens its grip around your leg while one arm presses firmly into your shoulder, anchoring her as she arches her back, bringing their faces nearly touching once more. "Give me what I need," she whispers hoarsely, the words spilling from her lips like a prayer in an alien tongue.

Her ebony eyes roll back in her head as you speak, your words only serving to further ignite the inferno of desire burning within her. "I will make it... pleasurable for you," she promises hoarsely, her lips brushing against yours before sliding teasingly away again. One hand moves from your shoulder to grope roughly at your crotch, her fingers curling possessively around the length of your cock. "And when I am done with you... you will give me what I need," she growls in your ear, biting gently on your lobe as her hips grind against yours. "You will bring forth my children."

Her ebony eyes flicker in amusement at your question, the alien queen finding it both adorable and quaint that you worry about such human details. "It matters not if you are a male or a female," she breathes, her voice low and commanding. "I will make the necessary... alterations." Her tail tightens around your leg, pressing harder into your flesh as her other hand continues to stroke and grip at you.

Without further warning, she forces her mouth against yours, claiming his lips in a brutal, possessive kiss that leaves no room for air or resistance. Her tongue darts past your teeth and lips, wrestling with your own as she grinds her hips harder against yours, moaning deeply into the kiss. One arm pulls you even closer against her while the other continues to stroke and squeeze at your crotch.

Her intentions are clear: She will

The Queen laughs coldly at your concerns, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to grind against you. "Your worries are irrelevant. When I have impregnated you with my young, nothing will stand in our way." Her other hand slides up under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin and the smooth curve of your chest. "And as for your own desires," she whispers teasingly, nipping lightly at your earlobe, "I can assure you that I will make it... most pleasurable."

Her tail thrashes restlessly against the ground, seeking purchase as her hips begin to rock harder and faster against yours. "Give in to me," she hisses, her breath hot against your neck. "Join with me, and help create a new future for our children."

The queen hisses, her anger flashing briefly in her ebony eyes. "You will not question me," she growls, baring her teeth slightly before quickly regaining control. Her hand moves from your chest to grope roughly at your crotch once more, her grip firm and demanding as she continues to grind against you relentlessly. "I will find a way," she whispers, the words hot against your neck. "And my children... they will rule."

Her tail lashes harder against the ground now, seeking purchase as her hips buck and thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Give me what I need," she demands, her voice rough with desire and possession.

The ebony-eyed queen grins with predatory delight at your words, her tail finally finding purchase as she takes on a more frenzied rhythm against the ground beneath her. "Oh, I will," she promises darkly, her voice low and throaty with desire. "I'll take my time breaking you in... and then once we've made our little xenomorphs..." Her hand squeezes roughly at your crotch as she continues to thrust against you, the warmth of her body pressing you into the cool metal floor beneath them.

"You will be rewarded," she whispers hoarsely, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "For bearing my children... for becoming what I need you to be." Her free hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers gentle yet insistent as her nails dig into the skin just enough to leave a mark. "You belong to me now,"

The alien queen laughs coldly at your submission, the sound chilling the air around you despite its heat. "Yes," she hisses, "you belong to me now..." Her body surges against yours as her movements become even more urgent and demanding. "You will bear my children... and in return, I will make you mine."

Her free hand slides up under your shirt, skin hot and smooth against your own as she cups your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger before rolling it painfully between her fingers. Her hips rock harder still, her tail slapping against the ground with each powerful thrust as she forces herself deeper into your yielding form.

"Say it," she growls, her ebony eyes boring into yours. "Tell me what I want to hear..."

Her ebony eyes flash with triumph as you utter the words she longs to hear. With a low growl, she presses her hips harder against yours and arches her back, forcing herself deeper inside you. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, each thrust now punctuated by a wet, satisfying noise that fills the air around them. "Yes... I will make you mine... bear my children... and together we shall rule this universe."

Her hand moves from your breast to grasp roughly at your cock once more, her movements matching the rhythm of their bodies as she strokes you faster and harder. Her other arm snakes around your waist, holding you tightly against her while her tail wraps tighter around both your legs now, anchoring her as she takes what she needs from you.

Her pleasure builds to a fever pitch as you clutch at her, moaning your submission into the air. "Yes

Her ebony eyes roll back in her head as she comes, grinding against you until their bodies are joined as one and the sharp edge of pleasure forces a hoarse cry from your lips. With a final thrust, she spills herself inside you, their mixed fluids cooling against hot skin as their panting breath mingles together in the dim air.

Her grip on you slackens for a moment before tightening once more, her ebony eyes seeking yours as she catches her breath and studies your face intently. "You are mine now," she whispers, her voice low and possessive. "Always."

The alien queen's black exoskeleton presses against you, warm and soft where it touches the skin of your back and chest... cool and hard where it meets the metal floor beneath. She leans in closer still, kissing you deeply as their tongues dance together, her hand moving

from your chest to caress the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Her other arm wraps loosely around you, her tail wrapping tightly around your waist and lower body as if afraid to let even an inch of you go untouched.

Her kiss grows more demanding, more possessive as she holds you close, her black eyes never leaving yours as they search for some sign that you belong to her now... always. The alien queen's soft chitinous skin feels smooth and cool against your own flushed flesh, a contrast that sends delicious tingles through your body.

She breaks the kiss at last, breathing deeply against your lips before speaking once more, her voice hoarse with desire and power. "You are mine now," she whispers harshly, her black eyes glittering in the dim light. "Do not forget it."

The alien queen chuckles darkly at your question. "Patience, my little one," she murmurs, running a claw lightly down your chest. "I will fill you with my young when the time is right. And when that day comes, I promise you... it will be an experience like no other." Her tail squeezes gently around your waist as her free hand caresses your cheek. "Until then, enjoy being my mate... and serving me faithfully."

Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to meet yours. There's a smoldering intensity in her ebony eyes that sends shivers down your spine. "Do not forget," she breathes, her voice low and threatening, "that I will find you... and claim what is mine."

Her ebony eyes glitter with barely contained amusement as she takes in your plea, her tail wrapping more firmly around you and pressing you flush against her imposing form. "Ah, but I must warn you," she drawls, running a claw lightly down the center of your chest to rest just above your member, teasing him into a harden further still. "This process will be... quite uncomfortable for you." Her other hand cups your cheek possessively, her grip firm and possessive as she leans in close once more. "Are you certain you wish to proceed?" Her breath fans over your lips, warm and seductive despite the threat it carries.

Her ebony eyes darken with lust as she studies your face intently, her tail tightening around you in response to the clear desire etched across your features. "I will make it... unbearable for you at times," she breathes huskily, one hand moving to cup your cheek possessively while the other caresses your chest, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath your neck. "It will begin as a dull ache deep within your abdomen... but as my young continue to grow and develop, it will become a fiery pain that consumes you."

Her voice drops to a rough whisper, each word weighted with darkness and desire. "You will feel them squirming inside you, pressing against delicate walls and nerves... tearing at your insides as they force their way free." Her claw scrapes gently over your skin, drawing a shiver from deep within.

Her ebony eyes glitter with predatory hunger as she studies your face. "Oh," she breathes softly, "I will make you beg for mercy... I'll have you apologizing to my young for your lack of dedication." Her claw drags slowly across your chest, tracing a painful line that leaves a mark behind, just reddened skin and an ache where she touched. "And when I am finished with you," her voice drops even lower, each word a caress of darkness and threat, "I will decide whether or not you are worthy to remain my mate... whether or not your punishment is over." Her tail squeezes more tightly around you as she leans in close again, whispering hoarsely into your ear. "Do you understand?"