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Authors name: Grav_Id (grav_id@hotmail.com)
Story title : Queen, The
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The Queen (Alien/F, v, sci-fi, preg)
by Grav_id (grav_id@hotmail.com)
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The last surviving marine on an underground mission to an
alien planet becomes trapped. She has to fight her way
out, but the aliens have other plans for her.
***
First, this is a piece of pregnant fantasy literature. If
you don't share this fetishism, stop reading, as this
will be offending. If you are a bit perverted, like me,
read on, but beware: This story is quite a bit different
than the regular things you have read, even if you think
yourself quit experienced with pregnant fantasy
literature. It is a bit... Alien, you see. All right,
read on and see if I caught the atmosphere right, and
don't forget I warned you!
Her pulse rifle screamed into the hallway as she pulled
the trigger and kept it down. The display shoved its ammo
rapidly being depleted - 506 - 434 - 403 - 382... Dark
green blood painted the walls as the explosive rounds
slammed into their targets. She stopped screaming shortly
after the rifle, as she darted through and ran for the
elevator upwards. To what?
Her squad had all been ripped apart by the creatures;
they had had no chance against their numbers. She had
been helpless; fighting them was like stopping the ocean
waves with your foot - the water just passed around it
without slowing down.
She flung herself into the empty elevator, and pushed the
surface button wildly. The heavy Armasteel doors closed
slowly, too slowly. Suddenly, long, hideous claws grabbed
the doors, and pulled them apart, the powerful hydraulics
too weak for the monster. The pulse rifle screamed again,
taking it apart like a meat grinder. 346 - 301 - 284....
There were more of them. 245 - 213 - 178.... *Warning,
ammunition low.* The calm, female voice of the gun's
artificial intelligence brought her back from her terror-
infused killing frenzy.
The creatures were all dead, they had all been dead for
several seconds, she realized. She cursed for having
wasted valuable ammunition, and pushed the surface button
again. No response. She swallowed. The elevators' doors
were jammed, punctured by stray rounds and pincushioned
by claws harder than Armasteel. Warm hydraulic liquid was
pouring down the doors, like the machinery itself was
bleeding. At least the entrance to the surface was safe,
she comforted herself. It did not help much on her fear
though.
Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that she was
covered by dark green blood, and she froze. The memory of
some of her men getting terrible burns from the stuff hit
her like a jackhammer, and she clenched her teeth as she
waited for the searing pain. It never came. Surprised,
she felt a weak, tingling sensation instead, like strong
anticipation.
She raised the rifle to her head, wondering if she dared
to end it before the creatures did. NO - better to take
as many of them with her as possible. She ignored the
unexpected butterflies in her stomach, and stalked out of
the hallway, becoming hunter. Her first kill waited for
her just outside, surely trying to ambush her with its
blinding speed and barbed claws. She was faster - 143...
It came close, though, and its heavy body slammed into
her even as it was turned inside out by her gun. The same
had happened to her men, and they had all gotten serious
internal bleedings from the heavy impact. As she wiped
its slimy remains of her body, she licked her lips - she
had never noticed how sweet their blood tasted. She felt
her heartbeat speeding up; suddenly she had gotten
another reason to hunt them.
In the battered laboratory she found more prey, it seemed
that she had surprised them. How could that be? She had
never seen the glazy black monsters before they descended
upon her troops, and they moved like the shadow. Well,
she thought, their loss. This time she was upon them
before they had the time to turn. 123 - 104.... The last
one threw itself at her, but she dodged - dodged! - And
tore it open. 90 - 43... *Warning, ammunition critical* -
*Please evacuate combat area*.
Calmly, she approached the remains, and tore off two of
its long claws. They might come in handy. Then, without
thinking, she got down on her knees beside it, and buried
her teeth I its long, slender neck. Shocked by her
behavior, she got back on her feet. Unconsciously, she
chewed while reasoning out what was happening to her.
Before she realized what she actually was eating, she had
swallowed it all. Even better than their blood, she
thought, her mind distant. She was actually hungry, she
realized, and they had eaten her squad, so why could she
not eat them? She used one of the claws to cut off
another piece, and chewed with renewed vigor.
When she was finished, her stomach rumbling full of raw
alien meat, she got to her feet. Just at the right time,
she smiled to herself, as a new pack of the sinuous
beasts flowed into the laboratory. 34 - 12 - 2 - 0... She
was getting more accurate, she thought as she flayed them
with even shorter bursts than before. *Ammo depleted* -
*Please reload*.
The sound of the rifle hitting the sterile wall resonated
through the room. She had no more use for it. Suddenly,
she had a large claw in each hand, ducked, rolled and
disemboweled two while getting on her feet. She was like
the wind, dancing between them as they hissed and threw
themselves at her, being reaped like overripe crops.
She howled with childish delight as she somersaulted over
the last one, locking it in a death grip with a barbed
claw at its throat. She actually held a creature strong
enough to puncture Armasteel! The though aroused her, and
she felt pure pleasure as she slit the beautiful
creatures throat, drinking from its open wound.
As she threw the dry corpse at the wall, she studied
herself in one of the large mirrors on the wall. She had
never felt this beautiful, so satisfied with herself. She
lovingly stroked her blood soaked, glazy black hair - had
she not been blond? - And stretched herself, admiring her
full curves while licking dark green blood from her
fingers. She could not remember her tongue being so
flexible, or thin. It was good, though, it made licking
blood easier.
She walked a little, and was struck breathless by the
grace of her own movements. She was even more gracious
than the three creatures that leaped into the lab from an
air vent above. She did not pay them any heed; she was
stronger than them, more deadly. She licked more dark
green blood - her own - from a small rupture in her milky
white skin.
Transfixed, she watched it slowly close up, like she was
sewing herself together from the inside. She stretched
again, and hissed to herself while she ran her hands
lightly over her body, relishing in the arousal she felt
as she did so. She noticed that her body plating no
longer fit her; it was uncomfortably tight around her
breasts. Strange, she thought, it used to fit so well.
She turned to face the brooding that jumped her, and felt
only scorn seeing how clumsy it moved. She flowed under
him, and caught his throat from behind. She pressed
herself close to him, to let him know just how helpless
he was. She felt her own throat rumble as she purred like
a cat, and let her razor-sharp fangs sink into his soft
skin, gasping as she felt the warm liquid pour into her
body.
He thrashed a little while, and went limp. Uninterested,
she flung his body to the other end of the lab, barely
missing the two others that were carefully circling her.
Losing interest in them once more, she turned to the
mirror. She loved her fangs, they complemented her
refined features and full lips in a way she had never
though possible. She dimly remembered being just fair of
beauty, but that had to be a dream. She was gorgeous, she
knew, and she felt good.
The pair of broodings circled nearer, apparently trying
to attack from both sides. She laughed at them for their
stupidity, at the same time as she admired their lithe
bodies. She felt so alive, adrenalin constantly rushing
through her veins. She had to constrain herself from
flinging herself upon them, from relishing in being
utterly superior.
Instead she moaned and stretched, keeping her killer
instinct in check. God she was aroused! She owned them;
they had just not realized it yet. She flaunted herself
for them, and they halted their descent, confused. They
circled again, but this time they moved different,
showing off and flaunting their claws, hissing at her and
each other. She laughed, and licked her fingers, though
they were clean of blood. She quite liked the one with
the longest claws, his grace were clearly a class over
his competitor.
Suddenly, they crashed together in a blur of claws and
fangs, and she giggled as sprays of blood hit her body.
She crept closer, wanting to see it all. The struggle did
not last long. She let out a satisfied moan, as her
favorite emerged victorious, offering her his slain
opponent as a gift.
She accepted it and bent over to nibble at his still warm
flesh. She gave another childish giggle as her mate
stroked her, touched her and raked his claws though her
hair. She was a virgin after all, and this was her first
time someone so handsome had come so close to her. She
let her be pushed down on her knees, and lifted her
behind in the air as she drank deeply from the body.
She could not remember wanting anyone so badly, she
hissed loud from ecstasy of being so alive, so filled
with need. She was fully mature, so ripe she could
scream, witch she did. She felt him spread her legs,
heard his fangs rip open her armored pants, the feeling
of cold air against her ass made her gasp from pleasure.
A loud whimper escaped her lips as she felt his phallus
stroke against her thigh, then her loins. She wriggled
against him, urging him to continue, which he did.
She forgot all about the delicious blood as she felt him
slowly entering her from behind, thrusting deep and slow.
She stirred a little as she lost her virginity, but soon
started to moan as he thrust again. He licked her back as
he increased his pace, making her whimper and ache from
the treatment.
A sensation deep in her spleen was rapidly building up,
spreading through her body, tingling in her tummy and
fogging her eyes. They were both on all fours now - as it
should be - She delighted in feeling his strength. She
hissed deeply as he thrust again, harder than before, as
he tensed and swelled inside her. Her loud moans rapidly
became high-pitched screams as he thrust one last time,
injecting her with his life-giving semen. Her claws
thrashed wildly against the body before her as she had
her first orgasm, her pleasure surpassing every dream.
He was so much more than a human could ever hope to be!
They collapsed, tangled into each other, as he filled
her, she could feel her womb expand from the unusual
pressure, and still he had more. She delighted in having
chosen such a strong mate as she got injected one final
time, before he slowly detached himself. He was done, and
she was satisfied. Satisfied by her wildest dreams, she
decided that she would let him live as his reward.
He lifted her up in his barbed arms, and carried her with
him out of the laboratory. She sighed and breathed
deeply, massaging her belly though her body plating as
she clung to him with her other arm. She had to somehow
get it off, she thought dimly, as they moved about in the
darkness, his spikes stinging and arousing her. She
closed her eyes in delight, relishing in the sense of his
touch, the throbbing in her womb. Soon, she though, soon.
As they came to a halt, she opened her eyes, and licked
his face in joy. He had brought her to an executive's
bedroom! She let him lower her onto the bed, and snuggled
a few pillows under her head. The weight of both of them
nearly crushed the large sleeping place, and she felt her
arousal build anew as she kissed him, touching her fangs
to his. Even with her filled tummy, she wanted more. She
had lived 29 of her years without him, she wanted to get
even.
She stroked the hole in her pants, and ripped them open
so her throbbing crotch showed through. He got the
message, and she sprawled under his weight as he rolled
onto her in one fluid motion. She loved to see him move,
for he moved only for her, flaunted his claws, he was
hers. He scraped his claws against her armor as his
phallus slowly slid up her leg, and hissed in her ear as
he entered her again.
She felt somehow right, more right than she had ever felt
before. As her nipples became tender under her armor, and
she knew she was with young as she felt a tightness in
her belly, a tightness she had never felt before. She
moved with him as he stirred around inside her, felt the
tingling sensation build up in her spleen, spreading
through her body. This time, however, she felt her belly
respond with a flow of pleasure. She pressed herself at
him as he tensed, roaring out her pleasure and joy of
being with young yet filled even more.
Through her wild orgasm she felt so proud of him, having
even more in store for her this time. She felt herself
actually swell as he pumped her fuller and fuller,
impregnating her with an impossible amount of young. She
heard a loud, straining noise of metal being ripped apart
as he pumped her bigger than her armor would allow. What
a wondrous feeling, she though, just lying there and
being impregnated more and more, pretending helplessness.
When he finished at last, she found herself on her
stomach, she could feel that quite a bit of belly shoved
through her poor, distended body plating. She felt him
stroking her, massaging her stomach though the gaps in
her armor. As he mounted her from behind, she was
genuinely surprised. He could not possibly have anything
left! She could do nothing but wildly push her behind
against him as he penetrated her again, she had already
become so sensible from her pregnancy that she constantly
orgasmed as he went on. She tensed as he did - he could
not, would not....
She gasped and closed her eyes of pure joy as she felt
herself swell even more, heard her armor slowly being
ripped open by her growing body. With a last, accusing
sound the armor gave away, and she rolled onto her back,
feeling the heaviness in her tight, distended belly. Her
breasts were full, nipples erect of arousal. Felt him
disengage, and saw him stalk out of the room, to go
hunting. For her. She wriggled and giggled as she grew,
feeling more fulfilled as her womb filled all her
abdomen, and rounded out, like a piece of bakery in the
oven.
He brought her food, and she ate, oblivious to what it
had been. She let him feed her, as she felt every inch
she expanded, arching and moaning as the food made her
grow faster. First she looked like she was nine months
pregnant with a human child, but she was not. Her breasts
did not grow much, but they filled out like they were
over pressurized handballs, her nipples hardening even
more.
When her belly ripped open her leotard, she hissed from
pleasure, and stroked her taunt skin. Urging herself to
grow more, which she did. She watched her belly grow past
beach ball size, relishing in every tearing sound from
her remaining clothes as her womb settled between her
legs, pushing them apart. The stretching pain in her
incredibly taunt breasts aroused her as her bra bit into
her back. She got him to turn her over and cut her bra
straps, her belly was so full and tight that her feet
barely touched the bed.
While she was on her stomach, she suddenly felt him
playing with her calves, stroking her loins. She vainly
tried to tell him she could take no more young, but he
did not listen. Her breeding instinct finally overcame
her, and she accepted him again, moving against him as
far as her bulk allowed. He tensed inside her, and she
felt his semen, felt new young being conceived, felt
herself widen out as her belly lifted her off the bed,
her breasts finally ripped through her leotard and made
delicious stretching noises as they grew. Her own
capacity for young utterly amazed her as he still pumped
her bigger, making her fill the bed.
As the bed broke down under her weight, she laid upon her
three swelling mounds of white flesh, and felt her first
litter being nearly full grown inside her. Her pride and
body both grew with the rhythm of hundreds of hearts, and
she urged him to impregnate her even more. She wanted him
to feel pride with her, wanted to swell and grow for him
even more there she laid, wanted to be so filled with
young like no queen before her. As he tensed inside her,
she expanded even more and screamed from the joy of
breeding.
She was the queen, and she was alive at last.
Grav_Id
Comments, for example "This is sickening, u f***ing son
of a motherless goat" can as usual be sent to
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