Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

[Discordia]

Freya awoke slowly to the soft beeping of a distant alarm, groaning as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She sat still for a moment, her head in her hands as she forced herself to fully wake up. Standing, the young woman grabbed her tight pants and pulled them on, followed by her cropped top, boots and a belt with a pistol holster. She grabbed a pistol from where it had been discarded onto of a messy bookcase and slid it into the holster.
“Trish, what’s happening?” She said wearily, stepping out of her cluttered and messy room and into a metal corridor.
“Ah, you’re finally awake. We’ve found something.” Said the ship’s AI in a female voice. Freya reached the end of the corridor and began to descend the ladder.
“Well what is it and how valuable is it?”
“I’m not entirely sure.” The AI responded.
“How are you unsure if it’s…” Freya’s words trailed off as she dropped into the one person cockpit of her space craft and admired the view. Orbiting the small planet was a space station of human design. And it was massive. Freya watched in awe for a few moments, settling into her pilots seat.
“Where the hell did it come from?” Freya had travelled this route for months now and had never come across anything like this.
“Unknown.” Trish replied. “Although scans indicate that it has some form of FTL jump capabilities. The engines are burnt out though.”
“Is there anyone in there? Looks like it’s taken some damage.”
“Indeed it has, though only superficial in nature. However there is no known organic life, dead or alive.” The AI explained.
“Hmm. What about life support, gravity, all the important systems?” Freya asked.
“All running at optimal levels. There appears to be no immediate danger.” Freya couldn’t help but grin, her mind racing at the kind of loot a station of this size could contain.
“Well, find us a docking bay and set us down.”

There was a strange scent in the air, only barely perceptible yet Freya’s nose crinkled as she breathed in deep. She opened her mouth to speak but Trish beat her to it.
“There appears to be an unknown substance in the air. It isn’t deadly, but I’ll run an analysis of it.”
“Let me know when you have something, I’ll just be exploring.” Frey said, stepping through the docking bay door into a corridor. A few things were scattered here and there, clothes, suitcases, tools. It was as if people had left in a hurry. Freya picked through everything, her hazel eyes scanning for anything of value. She hummed to herself as she wandered deeper and deeper into the huge, labyrinthine space station, the scent in the air growing slowly stronger.

 

[Irish]

Unbeknownst to the station's first intruder for the better part of an Earth Standard decade, something did in fact still call it home. Something ancient. Something stirring now, awoken by the presence of a scavenger within the steel shell that housed this ancient being. It followed the scavenger's every movement, tracing her throughout the maze of intersecting compartments and corridors. Her presence there had awoken not only the sentient that resided within the hull, but also a very strong, very old instinct. The movement of organic tendrils throughout the ducts and conduits was near silent safe for the occasional faint metallic knock some where off in the distance, deep within the station, as unseen appendages drew closer and closer to the scavenger, encircling the compartment she occupied, yet to reveal themselves to her.

The station might have grown even more eerily quiet than it had been upon entrance to it, as for several long moments, the station's sole resident waited, observing for awhile before from a small air inlet on the compartment ceiling, a thin tendril began to descend. It's width was no greater than the scavenger's wrist, its color a faint grayish green. It slowly lowered down just above and behind Freya, reaching out and beginning to rather slowly coil itself around her waistline.

 

[Discordia]

Frey continued to wander the corridors and chambers of the station, exploring aimlessly. She picked her way through the rooms with a sharp eye. picking up and inspecting various trinkets and gadgets. Those that had any value she pocketed. She became aware of the strange scent growing stronger, more noticable. Along with that she also felt herself becoming flushed, a strange feeling stirring inside her. A warm, tingling sensation seemed to be spreading between her legs, her breathing becoming shallow. She was getting more and more aroused. The hell is wrong with me? She thought. Passing through one room her eye was caught by a strange, oddly phallic ornament. She stopped, her gaze focused on it as lustful thoughts raced through her mind. She let out a breathy gasp before finally pulling her gaze away. "C'mon Frey' get your head in the game."

As the tentacle began to descend from the small air inlet, unseen by Freya, she started working on a wall locker, trying to prey it open. She barely noticed it wrapping around her waist until she finally got the locker open. Finding nothing of value she tried to move away. only to be stopped by the tentacle. She looked down and let out a terrified gasp at the sight of the tentacle wrapped around her. "What the hell?! Get off!" She shouted, gripping the tendril and doing her best to pull it off. Suddenly all the horror stories of unknown monsters from the depths of space devouring lone explorers began to fill her mind as she panicked.

 

[Irish]

The tentacle wrapped about her waist had cooled itself no less than four times by the time she noticed it. Despite her frantic pulling to dislodge it, it exhibited a fantastic amount of resilience, barely budging as it held her in place. From a broken ceiling light panel, a second emerged, about the same size in diameter as the first. It slid across the top of the lockers, soon reaching the one she had been searching prior to her realization of her predicament. With a smooth, fluid motion it dropped down, coiing around and up one of her arms, moving further and further along until it reached her shoulder. It's end slid up the side of her neck and along its path, a heady, familiar smelling substance was left in a thin sheen on her skin, its scent exactly as that in the air, but seemingly stronger. This second tentacle paused for just a few seconds, as if allowing her to reflect on the situation. Finally, it began to inch slowly further, the end just brushing along the shell of her ear.

 

[Discordia]

"No, get off me!" Frey shouted, kicking and screaming to no avail. Despite all her efforts and struggling she couldn't get the tentacle off her as it held her in place. She watched in horror as a second tentacle emerged from above her, sliding across the lockers slowly. It was as if it was toying with her, taking it's time before grabbing her arm, wrapping around it. Her mind raced with thoughts of the monster devouring her, killing and tearing her body apart only to be consumed. Her arm arched, forced into an uncomfortable angle by the tentacle wrapping around it, getting closer and closer to her face. She could smell the scent thickly on the tentacle, realising that the creature must be the cause of it. God it must be huge to fill the whole ship with it's scent. She thought, her body flushing again as she breathed it in. The sleeve of her jacket gleamed with a substance and she could feel it on her skin as the tentacle brushed her neck with the tip. The tendril felt oddly soft and gently as it caressed her neck, reaching Freya's ear. "Please, w-what do you want?" The young woman asked as the tentacle paused before brushing her ear, fearing for her life.

 

[Irish]

The tentacle moved slowly, brushing tenderly across her skin as it ventured towards her throat. It did not coil around her neck, instead, the end of the tendril moved downwards, following her throat to the hollow of her neck and the top of her shirt, where it slid underneath the fabric and between her breasts. It made a small turn, seeming to cup one breast with its length, exploring, studying her. The other tentacle about her waist began to move as well, slowly wrapping further around her more before the end moved down over the front of her pants, applying a slight pressure just between her thighs.

 

[Discordia]

Freya's eyes widened slightly as the tentacle approached her neck, a hint of fear on her face as she struggled. Yet it didn't wrap around her throat, but began to descend downwards, under her top. She gasped in surprise. The strange substance made her skin glisten and she could feel an arousal growing, a slight moistness between her legs and a growing heat. She sighed as the tentacle began to slide between her breasts. The feeling of the tendril on Freya's skin was not alltogether unpleasant. In fact it was actually quite nice as it glided between her breasts. Images of times spent with lovers, using her breasts to pleasure them sprung into Freya's head, increasing her arousal.

As the tendril curled to cup and massage her breast Freya let out another sigh as the second tentacle moved down, between her legs, applying pressure. She purred, letting out a small moan. I shouldn't do this, I need to fight my urges. She thought as she moved her free hand. But rather than attempting to pry the tentacles from her, she moved to her belt. With some difficulty the young woman finally managed to undo her belt ands the top buttons of her trousers in way of invitation. What's the harm in a little fun? She thought to herself, letting out another moan, breathy and quiet.

 

[Irish]

As the trousers were undone, the tentacle slid back up to her waistline, pushing the fly aside as it began to delve down under her pants. It brushed against the fabric of her underwear, leaving more of the slick substance behind as it slid over the front of the cloth, moving slowly as if getting a feel for the warm vagina underneath. It seemed to slip back and forth in an agonizingly slow way. The tendril under her top continued its slight kneading motion on her breast, the tip faintly brushing over her nipple while it's counterpart found its way under Freya's final article of clothing before it was rubbing along her womanhood.

 

[Discordia]

Freya groaned in frustration as the tendril slid agonisingly slowly over her panties. It rubbed against her teasingly. She tried to move her hips and grind against it. Meanwhile Freya could feel her nipples hardening as her arousal grew. She whimpered in pleasure as the tentacle under her top began to rub against it. A small rational part of her brain was screaming for her to stop, to fight her urges. She contemplated listening to it. But then the tendril in her pants found it's way under her panties. Freya moaned lightly as it started rubbing against her rapidly moistening pussy.

 

[Irish]

The tentacle below her waistline clearly intended for her to enjoy the act as much as it could enable, with its slow, precise motions of slipping along her lower lips, spreading them just slightly with each back and forth motion it made. Several times, it brushed along her clitoris, stroking it with the slightest of pressure. Whilst the tentacle teased and played with her, and the second was caressing over her breasts, a third inched across the floor, reaching and ascending up her leg from underneath her pants. This one moved steadily up the inside of her thigh, quickly joining the other underneath her panties. The newcomer, while its counterpart continued its soft rubbing, pressed against Freya's opening, letting itself become coated in her juices before it pushed slowly inside of her, speeding her folds as it penetrated her vagina.

 

[Discordia]

Freya was seriously starting to get worked up and frustrated. The way the tentacle teased her, it's slow and precise movements rubbing against her is all the right ways were driving her crazy. She whimpered and purred as the tendril brushed against her clitoris. That, combined with the second tentacle caressing her breasts was turning her on, a wetness growing quicker and quicker between her legs. "More." The young woman managed to whimper quietly, moments before the third tentacle arrived. She felt it moving up her leg, caressing her thigh before pressing against her wet pussy. After a few long moments of what felt like eternity to Frey, it pushed inside. The young woman gasped loudly, pleasure radiating through her body as the tentacle slid inside her wetness, spreading and stretching her slightly. All rational thought, any hints of resistance soon fled her mind.

 

[Irish]

Freya's physical reactions seemed to not go unnoticed by the tendrils coiling about her body and exploring her most intimate places. The light stroking of her clit increased in pace, as if to match the slowly increasing rate that the latest tentacle began to slide back and forth within her, its form rigid and absolutely not unlike a male's penis. It drove deeper inside, just to the point of fullness, and showed no signs of slowing down its almost enthusiastic motions. Conversely, the tentacle under her top moved between her breasts, inching up in her cleavage and further along her thrust, traveling higher still and slowly brushing gently, caressingly along her lips.