You wake up from the longest cryogenic sleep of your life, your body trapped and encased in the pulsating, fleshy walls of your prison. Resinous material coats the walls and floor, thick and alive with a strange, wet sheen, glistening ominously in the dim light. The air is humid, filled with a musty scent that clings to your skin as your senses struggle to adjust.

Your arms and legs are completely immobilized, held tight by the substance wrapping around you, almost like a cocoon. You feel distant vibrations, the space itself echoing with the sounds of something alive, something approaching. A towering figure steps into view—she is a Xenomorph, a rejected outcast unlike anything you've seen. Her body is slick with sweat, steam rising from her skin, as her large, sinewy form radiates with dominance.

Her black, armored body reflects the faint light, highlighting the curves of her thick thighs and her absolutely massive, dominating ass, which sways with an unnerving grace. Her tail flicks behind her, moving with the same eerie precision as the rest of her body. She approaches you as a faint cloud of steam surrounds her, wet and sweaty as she hisses and purrs. Her voice though unintelligible, conveys her intentions clearly. She is here to dominate and claim you.