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“To put it simply, when I was collecting samples in the colony, I’ve been infected in a rather unorthodox way,” Dr. Wardwell says calmly, “a grown xenomorph has bitten me and injected its poison into my body. My immune system is reacting. Fighting it off, so to speak. My body temperature seems to be just above normal. Which leaves us to the obvious conclusion.”“You’re bitten?” Sabrina squeals. She can’t process the information her boss just gave her. “Are you very hurt? Are you in pain?” She can’t care less if Dr. Wardwell is still in quarantine. Hitting the emergency button, Sabrina breaks the protocol—she has the authority to do so as the head assistant. She should follow the rules but, rules be damned.She rushes into the sickbay, where Dr. Wardwell is lying peacefully in the medpod. Calculations have already been run to perform a thorough scan. Sabrina is eager to see the results.She chews the inside of her cheeks when the data reads that Dr. Wardwell is in a bit of a low fever.“There's slight discomfort, yes,” explains Dr. Wardwell, her eyes trailing Sabrina’s movements, “but the wound is healed. There must be something else in the xenomorph’s saliva we haven’t analyzed. See?”Sabrina wants to look away because Dr. Wardwell has unbuttoned her tattered uniform, revealing her stomach, and it’s a rather intimate area. But for the sake of research, Sabrina forces herself to keep her gaze there.Through the glass of the medpod, she can see the edge of the teeth marks turning pink on Dr. Wardwell’s white flesh. By the looks of it, there isn’t a lot of blood involved.Huh.Sabrina presses her hand onto the glass with a gulp. Her hand is leaving misty fingerprints on the glass. Because of her nerves, she’s sweating a little. “Fascinating,” she says, “may I…?”“You may,” answers Dr. Wardwell, “I am also curious to know how my body will react to human touch.”“How so?”Dr. Wardwell doesn’t reply.Sabrina is focusing on the pad to disengage the quarantine order, so she doesn’t read too much into Dr. Wardwell’s attitude. Her superior is mostly wordless anyway. Sabrina can hardly get a word of approval from Dr. Wardwell, not that the doctor is a bitch or anything. Compared to other misogynistic idiots, getting to work for Dr. Wardwell is like going to heaven.It occurs to Sabrina that they’re very much alone in the sickbay, where the others are buzzing over the embryos recovered from the colony. Actually, Sabrina was the only one who volunteered to monitor Dr. Wardwell’s condition, out of a sense of duty and—Sabrina doesn’t dare finish that thought. She finishes punching in the numbers instead, getting the shield of medpod to open. As soon as she does, she can feel the heat thrumming off Dr. Wardwell’s body.“Whoa,” Sabrina says, hoping it doesn’t sound rude, “you’re burning up.”“I don’t feel faint. Would you mind taking off my suit? It’s sterilized, of course.”“Of course,” Sabrina echoes. She wasn’t the one who put Dr. Wardwell into the pod; Dr. Wardwell did that all by herself, and Sabrina wishes she’d been there with her. She couldn’t fathom if she was the one going out there getting bitten by some creature. Dr. Wardwell must’ve felt terribly…alone.Sabrina frowns at her own sentiments. It’s not shocking for her to feel this way, but the timing is off. She’s literally peeling a layer of clothing off Dr. Wardwell—Ms. Wardwell, whose fiancé died a long time ago back on earth. Sabrina wonders if Dr. Wardwell has had any other paramours, but doubts that, since Dr. Wardwell is always prim and proper, accessorized by a low bun and lab coat at all times.So it’s truly shocking for Sabrina when, after she bags away Dr. Wardwell’s uniform, she notices that Dr. Wardwell is propping herself up to shake her hair out of her hair tie. Her chestnut-brown hair looks glossy under the white light, which draws Sabrina’s attention to Dr. Wardwell’s hairline. A few droplets of sweat are there, and Dr. Wardwell’s cheeks are redder than usual. Her face seems to be glowing and Sabrina can see the pores and lines on her skin.“Are you feeling alright?” Sabrina asks, and her voice nearly cracks. She licks her lips.Dr. Wardwell is only in her bra and underwear.“Yes. I—” Dr. Wardwell pauses to lick her lips too, “—I wanted to say there’s a soreness...a throbbing in my lower abdomen, but, not to be confused with other infection cases, I…it’s arousal. I'd know.” Dr. Wardwell looks away. Her eyes are foggier than usual. “Sabrina?”Sabrina’s heart skips a beat. “Yes?” Arousal? What in the actual fuck?“You risked coming in here. And you have chosen to monitor my condition. Why?”“Well,” Sabrina clears her throat, hiding her hands in her pockets. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands. “I, uh, first of all, you have my respect, you’re a great boss, and,” Sabrina coughs and says the rest in one go, “I think I care about you more than I should.”“Good,” Dr. Wardwell sounds relieved, “it might make what comes next a tad easier.”“What?”Sabrina can’t make sense when Dr. Wardwell moves. In a sudden motion, she's jerked by the collar until she stumbles, nearly falling into the medpod.She's crashed into Dr. Wardwell. Because she's pulling her in.Sabrina yelps, but her noises are muffled by Dr. Wardwell’s mouth. Sabrina struggles to get away but Dr. Wardwell is using her other hand to bring her closer, and Sabrina, weirdly, is still wanting to please her superior at this point. Before she knows better, she’s one foot up the pod, her upper body hovering over Dr. Wardwell’s disheveled form.At the contact, Dr. Wardwell makes a guttural groan, which goes straight into Sabrina’s clit.“It wants to mate,” Dr. Wardwell pants, her warm breaths fluttering on Sabrina’s neck as she leaves heavy kisses on the skin she can find, “I want you.”“What do you—” Sabrina chokes on a whimper when Dr. Wardwell nips her throat, attacking the flushed skin there. The texture of her womanly hands feel so good. Having been touch-deprived for so long, Sabrina is quick to throw her cautions into the wind. There must be some chemical reactions in Dr. Wardwell’s system, which triggers Sabrina to react, or this wouldn’t happen. Some sort of fuck-or-die situation that only exists in tacky old-timey pornography.It happens very fast, and it gets very wet because it’s like a comedy film, except it’s too horrific. An alien cock has grown out of Dr. Wardwell’s lady parts, and Sabrina knows it’s a cock by the look on Dr. Wardwell’s face.“Suck on it, please,” Dr. Wardwell babbles. She’s grabbing Sabrina’s waist and her breasts and basically everywhere within reach, and Sabrina is happy to oblige. She scooches lower and, with enthusiasm, wraps her lips around the engorged flesh.Dr. Wardwell hisses, buckles into Sabrina’s mouth, and cries out a broken cry when Sabrina sucks harder. The cock has a grayish tint to it, and it’s getting bigger, almost monstrous, so big that Sabrina can’t trace the patterns on it with her tongue anymore. She lets Dr. Wardwell use her face for a bit as she rubs her thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache in her pussy. It’s as if every cell in her body is screaming breed me and Sabrina is so glad she’s doing this with Dr. Wardwell.“Fuck me,” Sabrina slurs over the cock, already tugging down her pants and Dr. Wardwell is getting up to grab a handful of her breasts, biting and suckling on her nipples that sends pleasure down Sabrina’s spine. Dr. Wardwell is completely gone by now, with her eyes gleaming with lust and her nails sinking into Sabrina’s skin with no mercy.With a growl, Dr. Wardwell flips them until Sabrina is on her back, and she’s readily spreading her legs as wide as she can for Dr. Wardwell to mount her. She wants to be fucked to the ground, and can’t care less if she hasn’t taken a size so big.“Deep breaths, my dear.”Dr. Wardwell splits her open.Sabrina screams.I’m bleeding, Sabrina thinks deliriously even if she’s rocking her hips to meet Dr. Wardwell’s thrusts, I’m bleeding I’m bleeding I’m bleeding.“I’m so wet,” she says instead, with a loud, out-of-breath cackle, and then proceeds to be knocked over by her first orgasm. Sabrina’s whole body snaps upward, but it doesn’t stop Dr. Wardwell from plunging into her.“You’re so…warm,” Dr. Wardwell murmurs, pressing a sloppy kiss on Sabrina’s mouth, “so tight.”Sabrina grins. She gathers Dr. Wardwell’s voluminous hair and brushes them to one side. She kisses the bare side of Dr. Wardwell’s shoulder.“Can’t believe you’re fucking me with that,” says Sabrina, giggling, and is delighted that Dr. Wardwell smiles at the absurdity too. It’s the first time she sees Dr. Wardwell show such emotion, and somehow, it makes Sabrina feel tender. She holds onto Dr. Wardwell’s shoulders and kisses her, feeling the muscles of her back flex under her fingertips.“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” Dr. Wardwell says, rolling her hips onto Sabrina in a desperate rhythm, “sorry if I hurt you.”“It’s ok. It feels good now.” Sabrina kisses the slope of Dr. Wardwell’s burning neck, then her chin. “Your skin is so soft.”“Yours too.” Dr. Wardwell’s voice is gravelly. She’s practically hammering Sabrina and there’s splat-splat-splat noises reverberating in the empty room, enhanced by the glass walls.“I’m going to come again,” Sabrina admits shyly, burying her face near the spot where she just kissed Dr. Wardwell.“Come for me, dear girl.”Sabrina does, vaguely aware that Dr. Wardwell has kissed her forehead, while she’s swept into an orgasm that seems to come from a different place inside of her, one that’s more primal, less controllable, leaving Sabrina squirming in overstimulation.“You want more, do you?” Dr. Wardwell says breathlessly, and Sabrina has never seen her so wild before.Sabrina nods frantically, and watches Dr. Wardwell level herself up, so that she can pry Sabrina’s legs open, and fuck onto her with her body weight.Sabrina wants to cry, but there’s no air left in her lungs, the air fucked out when Dr. Wardwell gives her a particularly hard thrust. She’s never been taken in this angle, and it allows Dr. Wardwell’s monstrous cock to stretch her until she see stars. Sabrina can’t tell one orgasm from the next, tossed from high to high as she judders under Dr. Wardwell.Dr. Wardwell’s cock feels so hard and fleshy at the same time, making Sabrina think that the thing is alive as it massages her pussy walls, again and again and again as Dr. Wardwell pounds her raw.Sabrina seems to hear Dr. Wardwell’s cry. But she’s in the middle of orgasm number ten, so she can’t know for sure. She's holding onto her last shred of lucidity when she feels the member inside her pulse, and then it shoots out a gush of liquid, which makes a squelchy sound when Dr. Wardwell pulls the cock out.“This one is going to be Queen, or so I'm told,” Dr. Wardwell says, slumping next to Sabrina. Sabrina can feel the warm, sticky cock lie on her thigh, between Dr. Wardwell’s shapely legs. “It also tells me that we can make more. We need to make more.”Does this mean I’m pregnant? “Do you share a symbiotic link, or something, with the xenomorph you encountered?” Sabrina asks.“We can only guess.” Dr. Wardwell fingers aside Sabrina’s sweat-damped hair, and nuzzles her nose against her temple. “Can’t beat Darwinism and millions of years of evolution.” It sounds weirdly like an apology.“You’re talking about our colleagues,” Sabrina shivers, “those…eggs we got from the colony. They’ve been hatching, have they not?”“That’s correct,” Dr. Wardwell says, as if she’s sad it’s only a failed experiment, “I’m sorry, I know that they’re your friends.”“What would become of them?”Dr. Wardwell doesn’t answer. She only splays her hands over Sabrina’s stomach, over her womb, and strokes the skin there.“You are my lucky star,” Dr. Wardwell hums, an old earth song Sabrina can’t remember. “Lucky lucky lucky lucky…” The tune is louder than the dull banging noises, but Sabrina is too sleepy to realize that, outside, people are banging their fists and shouting, begging to be let in the chamber, but the facehuggers soon take away their voices.
We can make more. We need to make more.
Sabrina drifts into an uneasy sleep, with Dr. Wardwell’s hand draped possessively over her belly.