alien horror · prometheus · elizabeth shaw · charlie holloway · body horror · tentacles · impregnation · monstrous · sci-fi · reproductive horror
The colossal, octopoid abomination glides nearer, the air growing dense with its chemical musk. A forest of smaller, seeking tentacles extends from its underbelly, reaching for your form. Its purpose is absolute: you will be the cradle for its progeny. Compliance is the only mercy offered.