A gift/commission for Necro! She had the idea to get Daddy and I our tickets, so this is one of three things I currently owe Necro and Mercy! <333
My Empress became ensnared in a rivalry with the red Empress, Necro - and to settle the feud between the warring Matriarchs, the older of the pair stepped off of her throne as the senior breeding female.
Now, she resides in the Hive as a subordinate Matriarch to the red, winged Empress. She also enjoys being bound and suspended during sessions! c:
The style for this is heavily inspired by Aliens: Nightmare Asylum, though I think parts of it fell flat. Might do a few more studies and xeno pieces in this style!
"Welcome sister/lover/drone. They spoke in unison, gazing in a bizarre mixture of adoration, welcoming, and unrestrained lust.
XenoAmber embraced her sisters, kissing one and then the other. She slid her second jaw out, running along and briefly locking with theirs in turn, a unique form of frottage in a way never before physically possible. Pheromones filled the air and all three xenomorphs hungered for one another, feeling a trickle of slick fluids run down their thighs.
You wished to pleasure us sister/lover/drone, if only you had a tongue/inner jaw like ours…
And now I do sisters/lovers/drones.
Amber lay on the ground, spreading her legs and exposing herself to her sisters. She stroked a finger between her new lips and then extended her inner mouth, placing the dripping fingertip above it, letting a single drop fall into the waiting maw. She hissed in pleasure at her new taste, hoping that her sisters/lovers/drones would taste similar to her. Soon she would find out.
Tempting newest sister/lover/drone, so very tempting; yes we will taste similar to you. The first of XenoAmber’s sisters moved her head forward but grudgingly withdrew, though she did begin to finger herself once again.
You are tempting little sister/lover/drone, and yes, we wish to pleasure you as well. But we also seek to pleasure one another as well.
Both of her sisters projected their thoughts and a mental image formed in XenoAmber’s mind: an interlocking circle or triangle of entangled limbs, heads, and tails. The Amber that had been but was no more would have called it a daisy chain. The form might have been slightly different now with her new body and new lovers’, but the effect was all the same, familiarly so for a female interested only in other women.
Mmmm… I know that position well. XenoAmber shifted her hips and fully reclined, turning her head to one side and adjusting the position of her tail. Join me sisters/lovers/drones. Welcome me to the Hive…”