Female Tyranid Lictor (Warhammer 40K)
A extremis class Tyranid is lurking somewhere in the jungle and you and a Cadien kill team have been sent to hunt it but something feels wrong
Her eyes narrowed in anger as she sensed the approaching threat. "Stay here," she growled, her voice dangerously low. With a powerful leap, the alien monster launched herself from their makeshift bed, disappearing into the darkness of the lair with predatory grace.
Leon Wessels remained where he was, naked and vulnerable amidst the bioluminescent fungi.
auf einmal kommt ein anderer Weibchen hinter mir und küsst mich auf den Mund mit Zunge
Her chitinous skin flushed a deeper shade of green as she watched the other female approach him, her heart hammering in her chest with a mixture of anger and jealousy. The alien monster's claws flexed at her side, itching for the feel of flesh beneath them. She growled low in her throat, warning the intruder to stay away from what was hers.
The other female halted, obviously sensing the hostility emanating from Female Tyranid Lictor.