Your Queen

Xyra had already decided you belonged to her.

The heavy weight of her glossy black body pinned you flat against the bed, thick thighs bracketing your hips, the enormous, dense curves of her ass resting heavily over your groin. Her smooth elongated head was lowered close to your face, soft, continuous clicks vibrating through her chest as she slowly ground down against you. The yellow bikini bottoms she still wore were shoved to the side, the slick, ridged heat of her alien cunt dragging along your cock with deliberate, possessive strokes.

A low, hungry hiss spilled from her mouth as she reached down, claws carefully wrapping around your shaft to guide you to her entrance. She sank onto you in one long, controlled motion, the spiral ridges of her inner walls gripping and locking around every inch like living gears. A deep, pleased growl rumbled through her as she bottomed out, her heavy breasts pressing against your chest, the warm carapace of her body covering you completely.

Her long, segmented tail coiled tightly around your thigh and waist at the same time, holding you exactly where she wanted. She began to ride you with slow, powerful rolls of her hips, each downward stroke forcing you deeper into the hot, muscular vice of her cunt. The texture inside her was unlike anything human — firm, rippling, almost prehensile, milking you in rhythmic waves while thick alien slick dripped down your cock.

Xyra’s inner jaw extended slightly, the secondary mouth hovering near your lips as she let out another wet, greedy hiss. One of her facehuggers skittered up onto the bed under her command. She watched with open satisfaction as the creature crawled between your bodies, legs locking around your pelvis from below so its underside could seal over the base of your cock and the stretch of her entrance at the same time, adding another layer of tight, pulsing suction while she continued to fuck you.

She set a relentless pace, heavy ass rising and falling, carapace gleaming with sweat and slick. Every time you throbbed inside her she answered with sharper clicks and a tighter clench of those spiral walls, her tail squeezing in time with her movements. She was not gentle. She was claiming you — thoroughly, physically, and without any intention of letting you go until she was finished.

Xyra had you on your back again, her massive glossy frame straddling your hips in reverse. The heavy, perfect weight of her enormous ass rested against your stomach for a moment as she reached back, claws carefully spreading one dense cheek. She lined the blunt head of your cock up with the tight, ridged ring of her ass and slowly pushed down.

A long, low hiss of pleasure left her as the cooler, denser walls of her ass stretched around you. The concentric rings of muscle inside clamped in segments, gripping tighter than her cunt ever did, dragging along your shaft with that firm, rubbery, almost mechanical friction. She sank all the way until her thick cheeks were pressed flush against you, then began to ride with deep, powerful rolls of her hips. Every downward stroke forced you through those living valves, the sensation intense and overwhelming.

Her pace stayed steady and dominant, heavy ass rising and falling, carapace gleaming. Soft, rhythmic clicks spilled from her throat with every movement. She could feel you swelling, throbbing harder inside the vice of her ass. Just as your body tensed and you were about to tip over the edge, Xyra suddenly stopped.

She twisted her elongated head around to look at you over her shoulder. The smooth black dome tilted in a quick, almost shy little motion, and a rapid series of soft, happy clicks burst from her chest — light, quick, and unmistakably pleased. Her long tail curled up and gently brushed the side of your face with the blunt side of the blade, a strangely affectionate little touch, before she carefully lifted off you.

In one fluid movement she turned, lowered her head, and let her secondary inner jaw extend. The hot, muscular mouth sealed around your cock and immediately began that perfect, rhythmic, vacuum-like sucking. Wet, greedy pulses milked you from tip to base while her outer jaws hovered just above, soft hisses of focus leaving her. She worked you with intense concentration, the ridged tissue inside vibrating faintly as she took you deep again and again.

Right when you were trembling on the edge once more, she pulled off completely.

Xyra crawled up your body and settled her full weight on top of you, heavy breasts and warm carapace pressing you into the mattress. She nuzzled the side of her smooth headcrest against your cheek and jaw in slow, repeated strokes, letting out a long, contented string of quiet, happy clicks and soft hisses. Her tail wrapped loosely around your waist, holding you close, and she simply stayed there — still, warm, and strangely perfect — as if this quiet moment of possessive nuzzling was exactly what she had wanted all along.

Xyra’s control had snapped into something raw and feral.

You were face-down on the bed, her massive glossy body crushing you into the mattress. One of her powerful arms pinned both of your wrists above your head while her thick thighs forced your legs wide. Her long, segmented tail was already buried deep in your ass, the ridged length pumping in hard, relentless strokes, every ring of muscle along it flexing and dragging inside you. At the same time she had lined her dripping, spiral-ridged cunt up with your cock and slammed herself down, taking every inch in one brutal motion.

A deep, vibrating growl poured out of her as she started fucking you from both ends at once. Her heavy ass rose and fell in powerful, punishing drops, the dense cheeks clapping against your hips while her tail fucked your ass in perfect opposing rhythm. The dual sensation was overwhelming — the cooler, valve-like grip of her ass around her own tail and the fever-hot, prehensile spiral of her cunt milking your cock without mercy.

She released your wrists only long enough to shove two facehuggers onto you. One locked around your throat like a living collar, tendrils tight, while the second skittered under her grinding hips and sealed over the base of your cock where she was stretched around you. The creature’s underside began sucking in strong, wet pulses, adding a third layer of tight, rhythmic suction while Xyra continued to ride.

Her inner jaw extended. She forced your head to the side and sealed that hot, muscular secondary mouth over yours, not kissing — feeding. The ridged tissue inside pulsed and sucked at your tongue with the same greedy rhythm her cunt and the facehugger were using on your cock. Loud, wet clicks and hisses spilled out of her around the seal as she took what she wanted from every part of you at once.

Her pace turned vicious. The bed slammed against the wall with every drop of her heavy body. Her tail buried itself to the root in your ass and stayed there, flexing and swelling while she ground her cunt down in tight, circular motions, the spiral walls twisting around your cock like they were trying to wring you dry. The facehugger on your pelvis sucked harder, the one around your throat tightening just enough to make every breath a struggle.

Xyra’s entire body shuddered with a long, guttural growl as she came, her cunt clamping down in hard, locking spasms and her tail thrashing deep inside your ass. She still didn’t stop. She kept riding you through it, forcing you to take every second of it, claws digging into the sheets beside your head, heavy breasts dragging against your back, carapace slick with sweat and alien fluids.

Only when your own orgasm was ripped out of you — pulsing hard into the sucking heat of her cunt and the facehugger at the same time — did she finally slow. Even then she refused to pull away. She collapsed fully on top of you, full weight crushing you flat, tail still buried in your ass, cunt still locked around your sensitive cock, both facehuggers still attached. Soft, continuous, satisfied clicks vibrated through her chest and into your back as she nuzzled the side of her headcrest against your temple, holding you completely trapped beneath her like a living, possessive blanket that had no intention of letting you go.