Xenomorph Queen Porn Novels & Stories

Xena says through gritted teeth. "So what?" I whisper, voice low and needy. "What difference does it make if I feel him inside me just once before I go?" Xena, my wolf, purrs at the idea, rolling in satisfaction. **"Whore,"** she mutters darkly, but I ignore her and shut the mind-link down. I shift on the bed, my body betraying me. The wetness between my thighs pools in waves, and I can't stop it. I need more. I need him.

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.

My nostrils flare in anger and I felt fury brewing inside me like a storm as queen kept talking, hearing her voice was annoying me but I didn't stop pounding into her. "I won't be attending any excursion." I grated out. She began to moan loudly, irritating my ear drums. "Are you fucking that recluse?" She asked in between moans. I kept mute, it was almost time. She will be here soon. I only have to hold on till she comes, I grabbed Queen's face and began to kiss her on the lips, caressing her breast and pinching her nipples. I began to imagine Queen was Mary. I pulled out of her and turned her on all fours, pounding into her from behind. The door was left open, and when she comes inside she

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

But now her pussy was quivering from the onslaught of her dragon mates huge shaft, and the mate in front of her sucked on her nipples, sending pulsating pleasure straight to her clit, while her third mate watched, making Morgana feel like the star of a porn video, she loved it. A strange sensation was spreading through her body, like bubbles of feverish elation, when she felt a third presence pushing into her mind, a deep voice soft with admiration spoke, "My name is Kuramitsuha, and I will worship you forever, my Queen." Then her jelly-like legs were gently spread open beneath the water, and his mouth sucked onto Morgana's clit, completing every sensation she craved for, and the seductress

This was no ordinary mountain ground. A voice slid into my mind, not a sound, but a thought that wasn’t mine. “Come closer, Clarissa.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The answer shimmered through me, neither male nor female, heavy with an echo that felt like it came from a thousand mouths at once. “I am Xireth. The Spirit of Mirrors. I hold the faces you’ve hidden from yourself.” Before I could ask more, my vision shifted. For the first time in days, light poured in. It was not sunlight, not the muted colors of the real world, but silver light that glowed from everywhere at once. I gasped at what I was seeing, the blindness was gone.

The tension in the room spiked, both of them got engaged in a staredown, either of them was ready to back down. Well, it should really be an interesting ride here. If not anyone, these two would be really entertaining. Just as I was about to interrupt them, a warrior ran into the room, panting hard. “Your majesty, the Queen!” He yelled. “What happened to her? Where is she?” Thorne bombarded him with questions, his eyes grew red. “She’s outside. It seems she’s infected with that virus.” That was all the guy could say before Thorne ran out of the room with Dominic right behind him.

Xavier tried to turn away when he noticed that her nipples were hard and poking through the cotton, and he could see the darker caramel ring surrounding them, contrasting against the white of the shirt. Dammit, he thought and looked back at the television. The saleswoman was moaning and panting as the guy fucked her from behind. The camera angles were typical porn because they were showing up close and personal of his in and out thrusts. Xavier thought about grabbing his pillow again but was too caught up in the movie to bother with it.