Aria stared at the image hovering in the middle of the bridge. She'd been struggling for 60 minutes to get her ship back in working anatomy, a primer had blown in the navigation estimator while her ship had been in Slipspace, forcing an emergency reemergence into reality. Aria had been blind these concluding few 60 minutes, with the ship 's sensing element down she could have slowly been being dragged into the eye socket of a whizz, and wouldn't have realised until the heating plant burned through the layer of Kingston-upon Hull and she was cooked alive in her own ship. She shuddered at the intellection, it came second as every spacers worst nightmare, succeeding to a power failure leaving them to slowly freeze to last as the heat bled out of the hull, or to asphyxiate as the oxygen recyclers ceased their function and the air slowly became toxic around them as they breathed.

Aria shook her head, chiding herself for falling into the simple trap of anxiousness induced retrieve spirals. She had lived, the detector were functioning again after she 'd repaired the scathe that had been done by the emergency jumping, and most interestingly, the sensors had locked onto a body structure. As far as she could tell, she was in deep outer space, with her retentive range sensors and navigation reckoner slowly building up data to pinpoint where exactly she was in relation to the galaxy, but no solar system was close.

The space station sent no hails, and overture scan showed it to be ramshackle, but still fully functional and sealed, with antediluvian generators powering the weakly shields that faintly glittered whenever a small passing chunk of John Rock struck them. Aria could hardly think her heart, the readings indicated that the post was enormous, large enough to sign millions of multitude. This was a salvagers pipe dream ! She could go in now, find enough salvage to lure a few investors and then come back with a entire crew, maybe hire a yoke of dedicated transport ships and walk away with adequate credit entry to batten down a decent lifestyle for the future few hundred years, or she could spend it to charter a few salvagers like herself, fund their sashay and hopefully make some substantial permanent money, enough that she could afford to exist pretty for the rest of her liveliness !

Subconsciously Aria licked her backtalk, her body spurring to natural process as she ran to the cockpit, she 'd spent long enough idle. Aria keyed in bidding to the flight calculator, setting a perfunctory pace to the place that 'd get her there in about 30 Nubeni standard minute, adept to strike it slow, rather than pushing for a punishing sunburn and damaging the ship's engines, or causing another system to blow a fuzee. She collapsed onto her professorship, suddenly feeling the sweat and grime of the last few hours worth of work covering her body.

Aria had scoffed at 1st when she bought the ship, a cascade ? howdy, 26th century calling, they want their outdated engineering science back. But after the finish few decades with it she could see the appeal. Sure, when you wanted to get the right way clean quickly they were n't very effective, but damn if they were n't relaxing. She stood under the current of hot urine, feeling the aches of the day fade under the heating system and pressure, she ran her fingers through her short inglorious hair, and felt the grunge and grime airstream from her body. Aria glanced across at the clear mirror across from the shower, the heated steam from the piddle flowing around the mirror but refusing to latch on to the surface, her ebony skin stood out in stark line to the white of the rain shower's walls, her tattoos forming whorls across her thorax and down her arms, with more curling around her legs. She half turned, checking out her ass in the mirror, Aria gave it a low smack, letting out a small giggle at the sound of the wet slap that echoed around the room. It was a ignominy that out here there was nobody to portion a hot shower with. Aria groaned a little, knowing it'd be weeks at least before she could line up a interface and a warm, willing dead body to contribution a niggling meter with.

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Aria fidgeted with anticipation, her close range sensors had located the chief hanger on the post, and she was aboard a small shuttle, gliding slowly through the vacancy towards the shimmering portal that separated interior atmosphere from the inhuman void of space. The scans had indicated that the false gravity of the station had been set to 1.876 g, which while higher than homo standard at 1g, was completely safe for her to drop time in. Aria shivered as she drew closer to the station, now she was unaired enough, tv camera on the shuttle and her ship were feeding her visual data on the station, it dwarfed everything she'd ever seen, it was orders of order of magnitude than the largest Imperium derelict she'd ever seen, and those derelicts were mammoth compared to anything that had been built in the last 5 thousand years.

Aria two-baser and triple checked her gear, the sleek mannequin fitting space suit hugging her body, and the small armour helmet connecting snugly to the seal of approval of the space suit. She let the computer run a final examination diagnostic check, assuring that her oxygen recycler was fully functional and her cause formed a perfect seal of approval. Bounding with excitement, Aria bounced to the air lock of the shuttle, already adjusting to the heavier sobriety of the station, she tapped her fingers along the wall of the airlock, impatient for it to finish cycling the air so that she could get to exploring the monolithic station. As soon as the airlock's Light Within flashed commons Aria slammed her fist down on the door ascendancy, and leapt out of the doorway, rushing over to a nearby table, it sat slightly below puff level for her, meaning she had to crouch over to spread the typeface she had brought over, inside sat a plethora of shiny flatware bourdon. Carefully, Aria removed each batch of lagger from the eccentric and activated them, sending trailer scurrying through the halls and vents of the station to map it out. Quickly a detailed map of the nearby corridors appeared on a HUD integrated into Aria's vision, it might need days for the drone pipe to scan something so large, but when it was over she should have an accurate map of every nook and cranny, leaving no potential loot anywhere to shroud !

Aria's data processor sent a soft ping to her, the standard pressure of the station had been thoroughly studied, and found to not only be breathable, but also completely unfreeze of toxins, in other words ; safe. Aria excitedly disabled the seals on her helmet, ripping it off as fast as possible, breathing in atmospheric state's long untouched by other being was her deary part of exploration. Breathing deeply, Aria let out a grin, the air was cold, and unlike the usual smell of disuse and decomposition on derelicts, this ship smelled sweet, for some strange reason, the smell of some kind of sweet fruit permeated the station. The smell soothed Aria immediately, causing her to untie muscles she didn't realise she'd been tensing. Softly grinning, Aria began to hum as she strolled through the hanger, idly letting her foot take her where they would while exploring the station.

Aria kept one eye on her show, the map slowly expanding as her laggard filled it in, the early basked in the wonder of the antediluvian post. It had clearly been designed for a airstream that stood smaller than the norm homo, they seemed to be bipedal with three arm ending in 9 fingered handwriting. As she was walking, Aria couldn't help but feel her creative thinker dragged away from the station and back to her growing isolation from people, she hadn't been back to a porthole for almost 5 year now, stopping only at unmanned deep outer space station to resupply. The loneliness was growing on her, she'd always been a lone brute, more well-chosen to spend time on her own in oceanic abyss outer space than talking awkwardly in a port, but at sentence that growing need for a lovesome body by her side grew too practically to bear.

Walking along, Aria felt the heat slowly increase, checking her display, she saw that it held at a cool 292 degrees William Thompson, and it had since she left the shuttle. Shrugging, she removed her space wooing, peeling it off her body to take into account the cool air to contribute her temperature down. Removed from her space suit she stood in her underclothes, a pair of jet disgraceful lacy underclothing and a simple greyish sportsman bra, a sudden blush overtook Aria's face as she imagined mortal finding her like this, half naked in an ancient alien ruin, what would they recall of her ?

Aria continued to absentmindedly wander the derelict, her blue skin flushed with heat. In mental confusion Aria sat down in a corridor, as she brought up a hand to mark off her pulse she accidentally brushed against her breast, fingers barely tracing past her backbreaking nipple. With a gasp Aria felt a shudder of Energy Department shoot through her body and subconsciously began to rub her thighs together, that had felt skilful, estimable than it 'd ever finger before, expert than something so simple had any right to.

With a start, Aria realised something was terribly unseasonable. She was sitting in the corridor of an unknown abandoned ship, ripping off her sports bra so she could more effectively play with her nipples. She tried to stop and base that she could only haul her hands away from her mammilla for mere moments, before they were drawn back, twisting and flicking at her set teat, with every touch sending lightning smasher of delight bursting through her body, making it difficult and harder to concentrate. Desperately she sent a mental command to her heads up display, she could charge a instruction to the drones, to have them find her and take her spinal column to the shuttle for medical quarantine, but even as she tried to navigate to the emergency response energizing, something stronger in her whipped through folders, finding her stash of pornography and filled her imaginativeness and hearing with the auditory sensation and lot of sex. Moaning sounded in her ears, blending in with the sound of her own as her fingerbreadth moved down to her cunt, a finger planting itself softly on her button as she began to massage herself to orgasm.

Aria could n't be sure how lots time had passed, whatever role of her mind that could hit a thought as composite as that had shut down a foresighted clip ago. She lay sprawled on the base of the abandoned ship, cum covering her second joint and starting to mold a small puddle beneath her. She barely noticed when a poke passed her by, still dutifully scanning the ship, or when she heard the scraping of a magnanimous creature moving towards her. Her only reaction to being picked up by the insectoid puppet was a pathetic mewling, as it was holding her in such a way that meant she could not continue to tinct herself, she squirmed in it 's grip, desperately trying to neglect a hand to her clit to continue rubbing, but to no avail, the mantis like creature held her tightly.

Aria dimly came aware through her struggling of a new phone, it sounded like chanting ? As she was brought closer to the intonation, she began to be able to form out the words, it sounded like ;
"New queen ! New queen !"
repeated over and over, but surely that would be impossible, she was aboard an ancient unknown abandoned ship, there was no way she could realise their language !

She was suddenly jolted from her thinking by the alien dropping her into a lovesome pulse stack. As she landed she breathed in deeply, the fruity scent that pervaded the station filling her senses, it was stronger here, more acute. Aria attempted to move her hands back down to her clit, but felt resistance, glancing from position to side she noticed that long fleshy tentacles had curled around her weapons system, holding them spread out, she moaned in foiling and began bucking her coxa, desperately trying to get herself off again.

The overweight tentacles continued to curl around her organic structure, new ones joining from the mountain beneath her, she squirmed in pleasance as they curled around her breast, opening her oral cavity as one brushed across her sass, it immediately and enthusiastically entered her oral cavity, filling her taste with the Same fruity scent, but this time the effect of the aphrodisiac was immediate. Aria desperately began to take in and lap up, pleasure engulfing her dead body as the tentacles continued to explore her. She let out a raw groan around the tentacle filling her mouth as another found her cunt, slowly easing itself inside her soakage pussy. She could sense the aphrodisiacs entering her trunk, making each new spin and turn of the tentacles send her into greater heights of joy.

Aria was almost completely insensate as a magniloquent bipedal stranger chittered it 's way towards her, it 's words, although spoken in a voice communication graspable by her, required more direction than she could spare to be interpreted.
"Thank you for finding us. With the info we 've extracted from your ship 's computer, we 'll be capable to feel many more queens like yourself. May you enjoy having the honour of being the firstly queen of the returned Chthilli empire !"
Aria could only moan in reception as she felt the tentacle filling her cunt Menachem Begin to pulsate, then throw out egg after egg into her womb, filling her with the showtime of a new genesis of Chthilli.

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Aria glanced around the room, she was in a rare bit between having the eggs implanted and birthing. Row upon row of hoi polloi filled the chamber, each, like her, encased in a heavy mound that saw to their every need and hold open them full of aphrodisiacs and testicle. She began to feel the 1st egg travelling down her cunt, they were just large enough to get without being painful, and her moans joined with the rest of the chamber as the birthing process began to land her to her first orgasm of the day .