Crave Chapter 1

M y uniform pants are puddled around my ankles, trapping me in a web of fabric as Kyle thrust into me from behind. If I could get one foot free, I could spread my legs wider to give him better access to my aching pussy. I arch my back and lean farther forward silently begging for deeper penetration, a harder pounding.

I'm needy today, my head is throbbing and my shoulders feel heavy with the weight of responsibility. I yearn for a moment, just one brief minute, to escape my obligations. Even if only for a fleeting second, to indulge myself in some much-needed self-care.

Bowed over the humming array of microprocessors, I sink my teeth into my lower lip, craving that familiar surge of all-consuming pleasure, but today it slips through my grasp. My jaw clenches with a feral hunger, aching to succumb to the primal force and tantalizing tension that customarily sets me ablaze, yet today it dances just out of reach. The need pulses within me, driving me to chase after the elusive climax that teases and taunts, slipping away like a fleeting shadow in the darkness of desire.

"Come on, Stel, I know you need this." Kyle's voice rumbles, his hips driving into me with urgency, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoes through the comm room. "Just let go."

I shut my eyes, fingers gripping the edge of the microprocessor and imagine myself floating in zero-G, lost in a void of weightlessness where I'm free. No schedules. No duties. No expectations. Only raw, dirty pleasure.

A guttural groan breaks free from my lips, reverberating through the sterile room as the initial waves of ecstasy begin to coil within my drenched core. I teeter on the edge, so close it's almost tormenting. Craving it with every fiber of my being, an elemental necessity clawing at me. The intoxicating euphoria of climax beckons me like a siren's call.

Kyle slides a hand between my legs, fingers circling my swollen clit. "You know you want it. Come all over my cock."

I arch my back, meeting his thrusts with a desperate hunger. The constraints of my uniform are like shackles, binding me in a sweet torment as I surrender to the potent dance of our bodies. Oblivious to everything but the raw desire coiling in my core and the dizzying ecstasy that beckons me.

My peak of ecstasy hovers tantalizingly close, a breath away from engulfing me in its fiery embrace. Every fiber of my being yearns for release, pining the exquisite surrender to the scorching waves of pleasure. My core pulses greedily, dragging me closer to the precipice as I surrender to the searing lick of heat promising to release me from the burden of my responsibilities.

Alarms shatter my focus, emergency lights pulsating as a metallic groan reverberates through the station. My impending orgasm retreats, drown out by the urgent chaos engulfing us. Their piercing sound echoing off the walls as red emergency lights flash, followed by another deafening metallic groan. The space station trembles, a cruel interruption to our illicit moment.

Kyle stumbles back, hastily refastening his uniform. "What the hell was that?"

I yank up my pants, dread pooling in my gut. "That sounded like structural damage."

The ship's computerized voice blasts out orders in a monotone drone, the sound bouncing off the walls of our confined space. "Warning: Meteor strike. Hull breach detected. Immediate evacuation protocol initiated. All personnel must evacuate to designated escape pods immediately."

As we step out of the cramped communication room, chaos greets us in the form of frantic crew members pouring out of engineering and sprinting toward the escape pods docked in the north wing.

My obligation lies with the station; I cannot abandon my duty, especially now when there may be a chance to prevent this looming disaster.

Determination fuels my steps as I push through the chaotic crowd toward engineering and reach the main control console. My mind races with possible solutions— maybe initiate lockdown procedures to contain the breach before the entire structure is compromised. I quickly type in commands, closing compartmental doors to keep the vacuum of space at bay, hoping to maintain the integrity of the structure longer and give people more time to escape.

But then, another warning from the ship's computer cuts through my thoughts: "Warning: Decks 1 through 5 have been compromised. Immediate evacuation protocol initiated. All personnel must evacuate to designated escape pods immediately."

"Fuck!" The upper decks are crucial to maintaining the integrity of the station. If we lose the next two decks, there'll be a cascade effect that will lead to complete destruction.

"Stella!" Kyle grabs my arm. "We have to go!"

"No!" I jerk my arm out of his hold. "I can fix this. I need to?—"

"Warning: Decks 1 through 8 have been compromised. Immediate evacuation protocol initiated. All personnel must evacuate to designated escape pods immediately."

"There's nothing else to be done," Kyle shouts at me, dragging me away from the console and out of engineering. "If we don't leave now, we're going to die!"

We race through the twisting corridors as bulkheads begin to buckle, slamming down behind us. If it wasn't for Kyle, I would already be dead. My heart pounds as I struggle to draw breath, the thinning air burning my lungs.

Once we reach the north wing, we are confronted with empty berths, ghostly remnants of escape pods already jettisoned into the vastness of space. Only a handful of pods remain docked. Sleek, black and oval, their shape resembles giant cocoons. Each one meant for only a single occupant with just enough room to lie down and strap in.

Kyle shoves me inside the first one we come to, "Buckle up," and slaps his hand over the mushroom shaped button that closes me inside.

I barely have a chance to clip the straps that will hold me in place before I'm jettisoned. Something hits my pod and I'm sent tumbling end over end as I'm hurtled through space, sending my stomach lurching. I squeeze my eyes shut against the dizzying spin, clinging to the sides of the pod for purchase. Breathe. I force myself to take slow, deep breaths, calming my churning stomach.

As the violent whirl subsides, a surge of determination courses through me. With trembling hands, I reach for the control panel, fingers dancing over buttons and switches until I locate the stabilizer controls. The cold touch of metal beneath my fingertips calms me. My eyes flick open with newfound resolve. In a swift motion, I adjust the settings, feeling the bursts of nitrike respond to my commands. The pod shudders momentarily before steadying its erratic flight path.

Now that I'm not spinning out of control, a sudden realization grips me like a vice— the locator beacon remains ominously dark. I press the button to activate it, but only silence echoes back at me. A sickening sensation coagulates in my gut; whatever collision rocked me has damaged my pod. There will be no rescue if I can't be found.

Through my tiny porthole, the galaxy, Andromeda looms closer. With nominal flight controls, I hurtle toward a largely unexplored region. Nitrike offers little help as merely a stabilizing gas, devoid of the precise thrusters needed for course correction.

A sudden burst of blue light momentarily blinds me, alerting me to dwindling oxygen reserves as they race toward depletion. I should have had enough to last me until the rescue ship's arrival, but now each breath is more precious in the void of space where help is but a distant hope away.

The urgency of the situation grips me as I enter Andromeda, and watch the stars blur past my pod's small window. Panic threatens to overwhelm my senses as I realize the gravity of being adrift with a dwindling oxygen supply. The rhythmic hum of life support systems echoes through the cramped pod, a stark contrast to the chaos raging within me.

Thoughts race through my mind like shooting stars across a dark sky, each one a fleeting glimpse of hope and despair intertwined. As seconds turn into minutes and then hours, time loses its meaning in this timeless expanse where every heartbeat feels amplified against the backdrop of infinite space. The weight of solitude presses down on me like an invisible force, yet a flicker of defiance ignites within me, refusing to succumb to despair even as darkness threatens to consume everything in its path.

In the distance, a vibrant green planet hovers like a precious gem against the dark velvet of space. Activating the scanners, the readout reveals it as hospitable to humans, with ideal oxygen levels for sustaining life. If I can land there, I can repair the beacon, and wait for rescue to pick me up.

Instinct guides me as I use the nitrike to alter my course and line my pod up with the planet. With each calculated adjustment, I edge closer to the promise of solid ground and breathable air. Every pod is equipped to withstand the fiery descent through a planets' protective layers. All that remains is to draw near enough for gravity's invisible embrace to seize hold of me and bring me in.