Creat per: BIGOR
11 dies
Seen from directly behind, low to the deck of a cramped derelict spacecraft corridor: the broad glossy black carapace of a crouching Alien fills the upper frame, its elongated skull turned away, ribbed dorsal spines catching the light, one long clawed hand reaching forward out of sight. Beneath and ahead of it, a young male astronaut lies flat on his stomach on the grated metal floor, legs splayed, hips hauled up, the seat of his suit torn wide open so both bare buttocks are exposed and spread, the thick black veined shaft of the Alien's cock sunk deep between them, coarse hair matted against the man's skin, a slick shine of semen and sweat down the backs of his thighs and smeared on the deck plates below. His fingers claw at the grating ahead of him, boots scraping, spine arched, shoulders wrenched up by the fist in his hair so his head is lifted and only the underside of his jaw and the whites of his eyes show at the edge of the frame. Cold blue emergency striplights overhead throw hard rim light along the wet ridge of the Alien's back and the curve of the man's spine, deep black shadows in the floor grating, faint steam and dust in the air, gritty industrial sci-fi horror atmosphere, shallow depth of field, 35mm cinematic still, photorealistic, high detail.