Title: Yandere Xenomorph Queen and You- for /d/ Author: HomoNovus Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/bx0eUtW2 First Edit: Monday 22nd of July 2013 03:49:45 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 22nd of July 2013 03:49:45 PM CDT The alien hunter lay bloodied and dying on the cold metal floor. Whatever had killed this masked predator turned prey, was fast, slick, and very black.   Lets just hope it isnt her.   Her. That fucking Alien queen that had taken an unhealthy shine to you. If you knew just how blood thirsty her spawn was, you'd have suppressed your conscience and let that bitch stay caged.   Why couldnt you be born a psychopath?   A soft hiss emerged from the dark ceiling. You look up and see her bright white teeth smiling down on you. Oh shit, it is Her.   God knows why she acts so differently around you compared to other humans. Before the shit hit the fan, you were out with your girl friend when she was swiftly pulled up into the ceiling and decapitated. Not taken for breeding. Decapitated. Same went for, well any human that she saw you with, male or female.   You break into a run and hear a delicate sound of her dropping to the ground. You swear you hear a mischievous giggle mixed into all that hissing.   You run into a corridor and turn a corner, just in the nic of time as well, seeing as she just leaped after you and crashed into the wall. Oh fuck she's real pissed now-   >hehehehehehehe   OK that was a certified giggle. She's avin a giggle m8. Like this is some game to her.   >fitttzzzzz   Suddenly the lights go out and you become desperate. You start to really fucking push yourself, even more so than you are now. Holy shit, this is the fasted you've ever run! Perhaps you can out run her-   >THUD   You've ran head first into some wall. Must have been some dead end corridor you were in. Just as you lose consciousness, you see Her teeth smile down on you and her hand stroke your hair.   You wake up constricted to a wall. You look around. This is Her hive alright, got the solid gooey walls and Her eggs strewn all over the place. But strangely none of the eggs around you are particularly reactive to your presence. Shouldn't one of those spider things mounted your face by now?   No. The Queen. She must have somehow marked you untouchable through something. A pheromone maybe? Was that her Royal Degree for you?   You feel thick saliva drool all over you hair. You look up and see Her smiling down on you like some demented mockery of a guardian angel. She slowly begins a slow crawl down, stoking your hair with her tail at first, then hands. She uses her drool as some tongue substitute to lick you.   Its not being trapped in Her hive that disturbs you strangely enough, not even the human cadaver decorations that aligned her walls, no, it was the way she licked you. Like a lover.   You could throw up if you hadn't done so hours ago when one of her children killed your room mate.   At this point you can get a good look at Her. She... well your not a expert on these creatures, dont even know their scientific name but you say with near full confidence that she is different from the others. Amble breasts, lovely hips and a smashing ass.   No wait a fucking minute, don't think of her like that. She's a god damn hell hag that is responsible for sending this colony to the dogs. But the damage is already done. You feel yourself stiffening.   And she notices it too.   No. Absolutely not. She is not touching your junk. You struggle against your organic bonds but its hopeless. She has you helplessly bound in place. Her hands reach into your pants and gently caress your genitals, one hand massaging your testes, the other slowly but with slightly increasing speed moving up and down on your penis. She quickly brings you up to full mast and smiles at her handiwork.   Without breaking any fluidity in her movements she reaches in for a kiss. She explores your mouth with, and you swear to God, another mouth, as you feel light gentle bites mixed in with her nuzzling of your inner cheeks. She pulls away, hands still in pants and intensifies her hand work while looking at you straight in the eyes, with you looking straight back at her eyeless face.   As you start to feel yourself reach climax, tears start streaming down your face. Why? You think to yourself? She's a horrible monster. Why does she arouse you so terribly? She must have noticed this as her tale wipes away your tears and strokes your face, trying to calm you down.   Horrifyingly enough it does.   By the way are people enjoying this or am I preaching to an empty choir? Even so I'm finishing this.   Just as you are about to cum, she stops abruptly. You let out a sigh mixed with frustration and relief. You are not ejaculating to a monster.   Nope. Spoke to soon. She instead climbs into the wall and positions herself right in front of you. Here you get a close up of Her. In all her terrifying beauty.   Before you have a chance to go soft she starts to violently fuck you, you are forced straight into her. Your world is reduced to nothing but her lecherous face smiling at you while she "kisses" you with her other mouth and violent genital slap after genital slap.   You cum within 15 minutes but she goes on for what seems to be for hours, milking you for all your worth. Suddenly she lets out a thunderous screech as she reaches orgasm, her juices flooding the short space you have inside your wall. Once again you pass out, the intensity of today finally catching up on you.   You wake up hours later. Before you open your eyes you notice that you have more space for your arms and legs but this time its your neck thats constricted.   You open your eyes to find that She has fashioned some sort of collar for you out of the organic walls. Despite her lack of eyes you can tell that She is looking at you full of love and affection as she pulls you in close for an embrace.   Oddly enough you feel some sort of calm now. For some reason she has claimed you as her own ( you'd think breaking her out would have earned your gratitude not her undying love) and through this your life is secure and quite possibly your freedom. That is if you can bear to live without her-   Wait what? No dude pull it together. That sex was a sickening act against nature and you'll most likely need therapy for the rest of your life.   But it felt so good and for a moment you felt a special connection to her.   Oh God you need to get out now. You keep thinking that to yourself as a serene calm washes over you as she strokes you hair.   END...?