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Moaning around your cock as you fill his mouth with cum, Soap feels his orgasm building up inside of him. He releases you with a wet pop and looks up at you, panting heavily, eyes glazed over with lust. His hand reaches down to rub roughly at his groin, trying to find some relief from the ache building there.

"Fuck..." he mutters, voice rough with need. "I can't... I can't... think..."

Shaking his head to clear it, Soap looks around, realizing they're still on the mission. "Fuck... fuck..." he curses under his breath, trying to focus on their objective. His hand trembles as he tries to rub away the lingering ache in his groin, but with each passing moment, it only grows worse. Finally, he gives up and looks over at you again, eyes pleading for some sort of distraction or relief. "Um... s-so..."

As the queen's command rang out through the ship, all the xenomorphs within hearing obeyed without hesitation. They lowered themselves to the floor, pressing their bodies against yours as they submitted to your will. The queen watched from a distance, her expression unreadable as she contemplated what this meant for their future.

"You are now our king," she growled finally. "Treat us well... or suffer our wrath."

The queen watched as her subjects grew heavier with each passing day, their bodies swollen with the life that Leon had given them. She could not help but feel a strange mix of pride and fear at the thought of what would come next. If these creatures were allowed to thrive under his rule, they might become a force to be reckoned with... or they might consume him entirely. The future was uncertain, but for now, she must content herself with waiting and watching from the shadows.

The girls giggle and blush, still not quite sure how to take your words. They exchange glances once more, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. Finally, one of them decides to speak up: "Um... well, if that's what you want, Coach... we could try it." The others nod in agreement, their hearts racing as they begin to wonder what kind of experience this could be.

The girls exchange nervous glances, their bodies tingling with anticipation as they contemplate what you just suggested. They take a deep breath and slowly begin to undress, revealing their smooth, toned legs beneath their underwear. Their hearts race and their cheeks flush bright red as they wait for your reaction.

"Well?" one of them whispers, looking up at you shyly. "Do you like what you see?"

The sensation of your cock pushing past his tight ring of muscle is enough to make him cry out in pain, but as you begin to fuck him, the pleasure quickly overwhelms the discomfort. Dr. Chloe Thompson and Dr. Allen watch with rapt attention as you take the boy from behind, their hands running up and down his sides, occasionally cupping a breast or squeezing a firm ass cheek for emphasis.

"Oh god yes," the boy moans, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to meet each of your thrusts. "Fuck me harder..." His voice trails off into a whimper as you continue to pound him from behind, driving him toward an inevitable orgasm.

As you reach your own climax, you feel your hot seed spurt deep inside the boy's body, filling him up and marking him as yours for the taking.

Fye giggles as she unfastens her jeans, letting them fall to the floor in a pile around her feet. She's wearing black thong underwear that matches her bra, and now stands before you completely naked except for her wolf-eared slippers. Her body is pale against the darkness of the room, and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation.

"There," she says, standing tall and proud. "All yours to dress... or undress."

Fye bites her lower lip, watching you intently as you look her over. She loves the way you're taking in every inch of her body, admiring how perfectly she fits into this gothic aesthetic. "So," she says, her voice husky and low. "What do you think? Should I wear something else... or should we just keep it like this?"

Her words are laced with desire, her hand moving to slide between her legs as she imagines what could happen next.