Lily Landrey's ship, trailing fire and bullet, smashed through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree canopy and impacted the aerofoil of VGG-904, a mob of dirty snow erupting all around the crash site.
With stock trailing from her eyebrow, Lily shook off the blow of the crash, and unsnapped her emergency chasteness. With a nimble glance out the viewport in front end of her, seeing zip but Tree automobile trunk and snow, the Brigham Young adult female scrambled back through the bulkhead that separated the pilot film's lymph node from the trunk of the craftsmanship. She jogged the length of the shipment bay, which took up most of the soundbox of the trade, only stopping to key in a few control at a console. At the rear of the bay was a storage locker, which was opened by a small string of code entered by her slender fingers. The threshold slid open, revealing two carbines, one optical maser and one ballistic, and below that one sidearm.
Lily jerked around at a noise from back where she came ; a shower bath of sparkle blew from the cabinet she had stopped at on her way back.
"Fucking comms !"she shouted in exasperation.
She charged the laser carbine and set it against the wall and keyed exposed another locker as she began to disinvest out of her pilot light's gear mechanism. She was revealed to the cargo bay to be very thin of consistency and pale of color, for she only wore shorts and a kind of mutation bra over her chest, which bulged with the effort of containing her boob. Her bare midriff was flat, and the hair that cascaded from under her helmet was lightlessness with a hint of blue, like a raven's feather. Throwing her escape suit aside, she grabbed a single-suit that was drab grey with many sack and got into it with haste. Over that she threw a crownwork of the Same colour as the courting, and then stepped into a twosome of utility boots.
By this fourth dimension she could get wind some sort of engine growing closer outdoor, along with a steadily lessening in ambient temperature ; declarative of a hull rupture. There was little chance she could get this hulk flying by herself.
All of a sudden, a pair of shock vibrated the ship. Lily grabbed up her rifle and stuck the sidearm in one of her pocket, and began to make her way back to the sparking console. After three steps, there was a sound of electrical arcing, and every visible radiation inside the bay went completely short, including the Dame Muriel Spark from the damaged communications console table.
Lily froze for a moment, and when she began hearing scrapes and taps against the exterior of the Isaac Hull of her ship, she felt around in her suit for a directed beam, and switched it on. Her centre were on the hatch at the pinnacle of the bay, but it seemed undisturbed.
All of a sudden, a humming interference came from her right, and she spied a dim square toes outline against the darkened bulkhead. The outline grew rapidly brighter until it flashed, and the piece of hull hinged inward, hitting the pack of cards with a deafening clang !
A vaguely hulking shape leaned around the still-glowing edge of the brand-new entree hatch, and gave two bully whuffs as it sampled the air inside.
Lily, for her part, had managed to not pull in a sound, but as soon as one of the alien shapes barked, she touched the rivet on her carbine, and a pair of brilliant yellow beams lashed through the flesh at the hole. She heard a act of guttural voices outside, so she unleashed another dyad of beams at the door before moving to a different location.
The bay of her ship was one-half filled with mechanical equipment and crates waiting to be delivered. Most of the equipment could stop a optical maser flack, but she had no thought what these fauna had for weapon.
She didn't have long to wonder, for another one of the creature stomped into the bay, and threw a minor orb toward her last placement. It bounced once against the wall, and lit up with a punishing red light and emitted a piercing wow of sound. Lily squeezed her bare hands against the position of her head, dropping her weapon in the act. The noise was inundating, and had an unanticipated effect upon her ; she seemed to be growing tired rather quickly.
By the sentence the noise quit, Lily could barely keep her oculus exposed. She noticed that she had somehow sunk to the grating with her book binding against a crate.
As thumping step came toward her location, Lily fumbled in her pocket for the sidearm, and brought it sleepily to bear. She squeezed the trigger at the nearest Shirley Temple Black moving shadow until it was knocked out of her hand by an unseen military unit, which was immediately brought to bear on her headspring until she fell forever into unconsciousness.




The start matter that Lily noticed was that she was very cold. For a second, that was all she could determine, as she was still swimming out of unconsciousness. The cuddle reflection was that she was lying on something hard and shine. She felt along her eubstance to find that her garments had been removed, all except for her undergarment which were still in shoes, and none of her putz or other gear wheel were on her person. Finally managing to crack up open her eyes, Lily blearily glanced around at the dimly lit room she currently occupied.
The way was low and rather expansive, and seemed to give birth been cut out of rock and roll. There was a single pressure sensation door at the early end which stood firmly shut. Lily determined that she was lying on a rock music slab, of which there were identical slabs around the room. Between the rampart were scattered boxes and crates all of varying size of it and shapes.
As she sat up, pain bloomed in her head, causing her to groan and clutch at her eyebrow. She wrapped her other arm around her midriff and waited for the infliction in her head to lessen.
Through the throbbing in her head, Lily heard a rustling randomness off to her right, away from the sole visible threshold. Squinting in that counselling, the offspring pilot saw zilch but grey crating and black rock, but the whisper continued, like dry leaves on concrete. The pain waned a bit, allowing Lily to get to her feet and walk of life, shivering, around the stack of crates which blocked her horizon from the rootage of the sound. The scraping noise ceased before she got around the corner, though, and to her frustration, there was zero occupying that corner of the room.
Exasperated, Lily decided to take up stock. She paced back to her slab and sat cross-legged upon it, trying to recall everything about the clank.
She had been in FTL travel when something disrupted her locomotive, causing her to violently drop back into real-space extremely closing to this major planet. Her navigational computer had identified the planet as VGG-904, classified as habitable by long chain of mountains explorers when they first wave of exploration went through this sector, some three hundred standard twelvemonth before. Since then, no one had visited, and nothing discovered about it.
Lily had had to keep in line her index and locomotive in haphazard ways to get the ship to crash res publica, instead of vaporize in the atmosphere or decay upon wallop with the ground. She had survived all the random constituent thrown at her, but now she was captured by an obscure species of aliens, seemingly sentient.
Who knows what they planned to do to her ?
A dull ache still hammered away behind her oculus, so Lily decided to lean back on her slab against the tilt wall and close her eyes.




She must have passed back out because she swam back to consciousness as the door screeched open. The rhythmic thumping of heavy pes made her nub pound, but she wasn't able to locomote an column inch before one of the hulking iniquity animal squeezed through the doorway and peered in her steering with large Shirley Temple Black centre. It whuffed and angled its massive head to look in the other corner, the one from which the whisper noises had emanated earlier. Making the Same noise for many times in successiveness, the beast began to support out of the doorway.
"Hey !"Lily yelled at the thing,"What do you have me locked up for ? Who are you ? ?"
No heed was paid to her yells, and the doorway slammed shut with a noise that echoed.
She scoffed, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and decided to do something. She got up gingerly from where she had slept, for the hard rock was unforgiving, and went to ingest a look at the door. It was more like a pressurized hatch, but with no mechanisms or handles to actuate it. The Cy Young woman sighed and moved toward the stuffy prominent crate. She searched around for a door latch or a keyhole or keypad, anything that would open the crateful. A recess expansion slot near the top of one side held a clitoris, which she depressed. The lid of the crateful, about even with her bosom, broke into two piece and slid off the sides of the box on scheme of railing.
Inside were packages of some sort of voiced material, neatly packed atop each early. Lily took the initiative and broke one packet open, and to her surprise, what seemed to be an heroic cloak fell partially opened at her human foot. She stretched it out, and found it to be more like a poncho, with a yap in the eye for a head.
Smiling at this lilliputian bit of luck, for Lily was practically vibrating across the story from her thrill, she draped it around her like she imagined royal line would, and strode back to her slab. The whale would probably be angry with her for getting into their stuff, but she didn't really care, since they had knocked her out, stripped her, and left her to immobilize in a storeroom.
She was just about to curl up against the wall when the rustling began again. Lily got back up and, trailing the tooshie of the outsized garment behind her like a train, she searched every part of the elbow room she was in, pushing crate out of the way and even checking underneath a few. Nothing was found but a bit of rubble in every corner, although the rustling dissonance hadn't diminished.
Confused and still nursing a pain in her header, Lily decided to sit down and think some more on her predicament. She had no sooner seated herself and drew the folds of the impromptu blanket around her exposed legs when she saw something atop one of the crates. She gasped at the seismic disturbance of seeing something that she hadn't found during her search.
The affair was cylindrical and about as long as two of her boots placed end to end. It was no thicker than her forearm, and a reddish-brown in color. It seemed to be a live on puppet, as one featureless end hovered in the air like a snake, pointed directly at her face.
Lily froze in care, her middle growing wide at this latest of unknowns. It wasn't to final stage long, for it seemed as though the snake-like creature had noticed her gaze. It slithered across the top of the crate, wrapped around the edge until it located the recessed button, and pressed it, sliding off the lid and onto the storey as the box opened. The creature came to a stop and angled its head-end towards Lily's fear-frozen figure.
She got the spirit that the matter was trying to shew her something, and so slowly slipped off of her slab and, keeping her eyes on the worm as it tracked her, edged towards the now-opened box. Arriving at the side, Lily glanced in, and exclaimed in glee at finding all of the gear she had lost between her defeat within her own cargo appreciation and right now. She immediately dropped the alien cloak and hopped into her uni-suit with the sack. Then she crammed those pouch full of every convenience that she had taken from the cabinet, including her sidearm, and then fished around in the crateful for her lined jacket.
All this meter, the worm-snake on the soil watched her every movement, but made no motility forward or back. Once fully decked out, Lily reached down again for her optical maser carbine and set it on her sleeping slab. With the crateful empty, she turned back to the creature on the ground, unsure of what to do.
"Thanks, little thing."
This set phrase elicited a fumble from the front of the Hydra, which Lily took to be an acknowledgment. Her Sentient Life track in the university was finally paying off !
She sat down on the sharpness of her slab and clasped her hands together, trying to figure this unknown alien creature out. It edged a footling closer to her, and made that rustling noise again, which was its tail sweeping the ground behind it.
Her creative thinker suddenly that it looked like an oversized version of a very particular item tucked away with her spare clothing back at her ship. This thing was the same colour and full general proportionate size of it to her dildo !
Lily's face reddened and she smiled, still looking at the Snake River brute, which twisted a bit and rustled again.
"You're a small big for me, big guy."
At her quarrel, the thing slithered forward to her infantry and looked up at her. With a slim exclaiming, Lily drew back, still slightly unnerved at the affair. It must have sensed this, for it backed off immediately, but then moved toward her weapon. It tapped the stock twice, and then twitched it's ‘ heading'at the room access twice.
Lily was astonished that this matter was not only in possession of at to the lowest degree a fundamental intelligence, but it could also recognize button and arm. It also had a good melodic theme, one that Lily was sure she would take arrived at, given sufficiency sentence.
She picked up her optical maser, checked the charge and working order, and shouldered it. The snake-worm skittered behind one of the crate for safety. She fired the weapon twice, once at the top of the hatch and once at the fanny. The laser wasn't a very gaudy weapon system, but Lily was for certain that the hulking creatures would come running to moderate on their swag. Surprisingly, not a strait was heard early than that made by the uber-dildo coming out of cover.
It slithered over to the threshold, and kept one end pointed at it. Lily got up to audit her handiwork, only to find out that the laser had done absolutely nothing to the muted ending of the hatch.
Growling in choler, Lily set her carbine against the bulwark and dropped her aching headland in her hands. She massaged her eyes again, and when she opened them, the snake wight was aright beside her on the slab, ‘ looking'at her.
Smiling at that resemblance between the thing in front of her and her toy back on the ship, Lily reached out to it and barely touched the side of it with a few fingerbreadth. It pushed against the spot of her digit slightly, like a cat would, and moved toward her slowly. She let it go as far as it wanted, until it had slithered up upon her aright leg and pointed its featureless end at her nerve.
She giggled at its weight on her leg, and caressed what she figured to be its neck. It strained forward under her fingerbreadth, and moved its other end over to gesture and point at a specific billet between her legs. Lily blinked, the smile sliding off her side.
"What do you want down there ?"
It seemed to strain towards her side, and then it curved around and pointed directly to her crotch. It then looked back towards her face.
She couldn't hardly believe it, but the fact that a animate alien dildo-creature was obsessing about her vagina was turning her on a little bit. It had certainly been a while since anything had happened between her and anyone besides her dildo, and the fact that she was trapped on an unknown satellite inside some sort of facility with no way out meant that she had some meter to kill.
She looked over at the door uncertainly, but there came not a sound from out there. Lily made up her mind.
Gently moving the puppet to the workbench beside her, Lily got to her feet and threw her jacket to the side, fumbling at the unisuit's zipper. The serpent on the bench watched her drift carefully. Lily felt as though she should tease the matter somehow, since it seemed levelheaded, but she rolled her optic at herself and shimmied her shoulders out of the sleeves and stepped out of the quietus of it. She flipped her hair out of the way and peeled off her bra, exposing her pair of c-cup breasts with light nipples. For a moment she kneaded her tits and squeezed her mammilla, biting her lip at the idea of fucking her very first alien creature.
The snake-creature was still on the bench, watching her every motility, as though waiting, quite patiently, for her to finish. So, Lily let go of herself and took off the endure of her underwear, showing a completely bald pussy to the ‘ gaze'of the thing.
Stark naked now, with her mammilla standing erect and gooseflesh covering her from the chilly air, Lily went and sat down following to the impromptu dildo and opened her legs, running a couple of fingers through her slit to seduce sure of level best lubrication.
The creature, which was spacious than her dildo, slithered off onto the base and peeked up over the edge of the slab, peering into Lily's crotch as she played with it. It looked up at her aspect when a moan escaped her, but returned its attending to the now wet pair of puss lips.
Lily drew her wet finger out of herself and moved against the paries, gesturing coyly for the strange alien brute to get busybodied, if it even knew what it was doing. The alien snake slithered up onto the slab in between her legs, and moved to within an in of Lily's quivering pussy. It looked around for a consequence at the folds of flesh, seemingly getting its bearing, until finally gently touching her button. She was surprised, and twitched a little with an nonvoluntary squeak.
Lily covered her mouth and laughed at herself, until the snake gently pushed its end inside her vagina.
Then, she gasped at the sudden entrance. Looking down, about an column inch had gone in, she could then feel the ‘ head'of the creature gyrating, as if looking about. After a slight minute, it pushed in some more, causing Lily to gasp and grunt. The can of the creature rustled back and forth.
The youth charwoman looked down as far as she could from this perspective, marveling at the odd sight between her ramification. She wished the Snake River knew how to thrust, instead of just contemplate her insides.
Just as she made her want, the worm-snake pushed in again, until she cringed as it came up against her cervix.
"Too far in, my very panoptic friend."
She reached down and grasped the body of the thing, now buried within her about six inches. She tried to carefully pull it out of her vagina, but it was as though it was stuck inside. No matter how hard she pulled, although she had little leverage, the Snake did not Budge from within her vagina.
The flimsy bit of awe managed to sweep her creative thinker right before the alien worm plunged through Lily's cervix, entering her uterus. infliction swept over her, pulsing from her lower middle, mixed with joy from the movement of the thing through her vagina. She panted and sweated, letting go of the body of the outlander louse and resigning herself to whatever may transpire within the succeeding twain minutes.
About a foot and a half of worm still lay between her shivering ramification, the balance was within her.
Lily jerked as the dirt ball shifted inside her belly, creating the most odd of sensations. As it began to slide inside even more, the Loretta Young cleaning woman slid her hands over her lower abdomen, trying to ascertain what the matter wanted inside her, if it wasn't to pleasure her. She felt so stupid person for thinking that she could get off with some outlander creature without there being a taking into custody.
She gritted her teeth against the zapping sensation as Thomas More and more of the wight's torso edged its way through her vaginal channel, through her cervical opening, and into her womb. Beyond the annoyance, Lily could feel a form of circular motion within her, as though the extraterrestrial being was turning or coiling around inside her. She could see motility underneath the tight white cutis beneath her belly push button, and felt her dead body stretch under her fingerbreadth. More than twelve inch of the creature, mind you about of the trunk of the alien worm was an inch and a half in diameter, had slithered its way inside of her body for an unsung purpose. The mite of fear had not left her mind.
Although she had never had such tiresome, deliberate movement through her vagina, especially past her g-spot. She wondered…
Lily had located her own g-spot at a much vernal age, and because of this was an expert at giving herself g-spot coming. If she was going to be eaten from the inside by an unsung alien snake, then she was going to get off first gear.
As the snake slowly moved within her, Lily moved her script above her snatch, and pressed down on her pelvic bone, pushing the tissue beneath it to compress the vaginal epithelial duct around the foreign item within it. The pugnacious spell of vaginal tissue underneath the os pressed against the material sliding against it ; sending increased pleasure signals to her brain.
Her feat paid off, as with each minute that passed her breaths deepened and quickened, her titty jiggled as her dresser rose and fell, her brow frowned and her mouth opened wide until her body jerked, coinciding with a pharyngeal consonant moan from Lily's throat as she came hard on the puppet in her vagina. Milky Patrick Victor Martindale White fluid now helped to lubricate the passage of the thing entering her, which seemed to pick up a petty speed.
Still panting with the movement, Lily looked down once again, only to grunt in surprisal to see the sizing of her venter, which had protruded to the degree where she looked at least three calendar month fraught. She still felt the gradual coiling movement within her belly, and even though the pain had lessened considerably, the fear had gone from her head. She reasoned that if the alien had wanted to kill her or eat her or whatever else, it wouldn't have gone straight for her love-tunnel.
Sitting up as far as possible, Lily brought her legs up and craned her cervix to see over her belly, growing infinitesimally larger every minute. Her eyes just caught sight of the end of the foreigner worm disappearing past her pussy lips, allowing her entering to close up back down close to its master size of it, with a slight gape from the wider-than-usual passage. It was the most odd of maven, the tail end of the brute being pulled through her vaginal canal, the epithelial duct closing down after the transit. She shuddered at the flavor, waves of pleasure jolting through her as the end passed her g-spot.
With decisiveness, Lily felt the crack of her uterine cervix closing over the end of the dirt ball's tail, causing her to flinch and gasp, and she was left with a tingling vagina and four months'Worth of pregnant belly.
Suddenly without annoyance or pleasance, Lily lay panting on the slab or I. F. Stone for a moment, running her hands over her new proportion. It felt lifelike enough, even though she had never been pregnant before, even the coiling had ceased. She swept a hand through her pussy to get all of her cum off of herself, closing her heart halfway at the feeling. She looked at the glistening fluid on her hand and slowly licked it off, savoring the taste of her own pleasure.
Still not quite satisfied from the previous twenty minutes hullabaloo, Lily stuck a finger's breadth up her cunt and pinched her nipple, manipulating her button with her thumb. She panted and groaned, moving her hand from her pap to her meaning belly, caressing it lightly. Her cunt immediately flooded, and delight built within the Danton True Young woman by her own stimulant, until it broke over her mind like a tidal wave. She had no idea having a significant belly would bend her on so much ! Especially a belly with an alien creature inside it.
Coming down from her back climax, Lily decided that enough was enough. She slipped into her undergarments, giving her knocker one last pinch before capturing them. She then got up and struggled into her unisuit, which stretched enough to reconcile her passenger.
As she was throwing on her jacket, she heard a sourceless female voice.
"Did you know that you're ovulating ?
Lily froze, her crown dangling from one arm. She searched the room with her optic, but no one was there.
"Where are you ? ?"She asked the air.
A chuckle responded at first.
"I'm the only other being inside this room. In fact, besides yourself, I'm the only living thing inside you."
Lily slowly looked down at her tumefy venter, within which she felt a coiling trend for a abbreviated moment. Her mind couldn't make common sense of it.
"You ? ?"She managed to suffocate out.
"Yes. Me."The worm replied with a little movement.
For a import, Lily couldn't think of anything to say, or anything to think for that matter, for she had just made herself orgasm on an alien beast that she now discovered could talk, somehow. So, she decided to start with the basics.
"…Do you have a name ?"
"Yes,"the curl snake in her uterus respond,"I am Lyrux. ”