Female Xenomorph Novels & Stories

"Where's my spacesuit?" "The decontamination unit could not cleanse it of alien microbes, so I disposed of it. The outfit is the one the females of my world wear." Lovely, I've been kidnapped by an alien culture that dresses their women like sex kittens. On second thought, this might advance my plan to explore further physical intimacies between our two races. Certain she would look foolish in such an erotic getup, Penny, nevertheless, draped herself in it. The material hung somewhat loosely around the waist, obviously made for a larger-sized woman and, as suspected, made her look like some kind of harem girl instead of a serious researcher.

Xerxes’s fury body suddenly formed into a figure of a masculine man, Zane was not able to see his face, but the familiar feeling as if she knew who he was for a long time, as if he was once someone very dear to her. “Decades ago, a life was born into this world with a weak dying wolf. This wolf is said to be a part of the wounded Moon Goddess’ soul scattered into different world timelines and entered the bodies of young females who had great relations to the Moon Goddess. Anyone who inhabited the soul of the Moon Goddess was imparted with a life mission of finding the tree of fate that connects all the beings of the world and help piece back the Moon Goddess into one.” Zane did not notice th

There was still a lot to figure out. It actually made a lot of fucking sense now. It made me wonder what I actually was. Obviously a she-wolf, but was I a hybrid? What was the other part of me? Or perhaps there were multiple creatures’ DNA woven into mine. That would also explain the Unknown DNA sequence. We assumed that it was the same as Kai’s, but maybe it was not. “Perhaps that’s also why you are so good at fighting. You truly are a warrior goddess,” Xander smirked, his eyes growing darker as he roamed over my body.

She wondered if they would have tried to force her to try to have sex with any of the male Species if she hadn’t helped bust the testing facility. “They made you have sex with women? I didn’t know. I never saw any women inside your cell when I came in. Was it the other nurses and technicians? I never heard anything about it, Fury. I swear.” “They were New Species females. They tried for years to breed us. They needed to make more of us but couldn’t successfully replicate the procedures they’d used to create us in the first place. I heard enough to know the doctor who had successfully spliced our genetics with animals had left them when we were young, took her research, destroyed what they ha

The air in the obsidian chamber thrummed with a power as old as the first sin. Vyxaria, a succubus whose beauty had toppled kingdoms, stood naked in the circle of black candles. Her skin, the color of twilight, shimmered in the flickering light, and her horns curved like a promise of wicked pleasure. But her eyes, usually pools of enticing damnation, held a desperate yearning. For fertility. For a child. A thing utterly forbidden to her kind.

"It’s... it’s a Xeno-Hybrid (a fusion of alien biology and mechanical systems)." As they reached the base of the craft, a jagged aperture hissed open. There was no airlock, only a membrane of translucent, pulsating skin that peeled back to reveal a dark, moist interior. Inside, the Body-Horror was absolute. The walls were lined with Vascular-Wiring (cables that pulsed with synthetic blood) and "storage units" that looked like giant, calcified lungs. Elara stepped inside, her boots squelching on a floor that felt like sun-dried leather.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

A black haired woman who looks in her early thirties walks towards us. The wrinkles around her eyes giving her off to the fact that she'd be a lot older than that. Is that Xavier's mom? She looks kinda familiar, like she is. No, she can't be, its impossible. But... She does looks like her, almost like... "Mom." I call out loud as she gets nearer. She takes a close look at me, her eyes sky rocketing out of their respective sockets. "Honey." She gasp in shock. Its her, its really Mom.