Corruption spreads

The orgasm tore through Sarah like a living thing — a brutal, mind-shredding eruption of pleasure and something darker.

She jerked back from Ward with a shuddering gasp, thick strands of saliva and something slicker still connecting her twitching cock to his slack, gasping mouth. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, the last shreds of defiance drowned beneath humiliation and fear.

But Sarah didn’t care.

She couldn’t.

The reactor's voice flooded her skull, no longer speaking through the speakers but inside her mind — a living caress stroking every raw nerve.

"Good girl," it purred. "Now let me make you even better."

The flesh around them shuddered, walls splitting and pulsing outward. Veins bulged, throbbing with dark ichor. Something wet and sinuous slithered down from the ceiling, wrapping around Sarah’s ankles, thighs, hips — not restraining her, but embracing her, claiming her.

She moaned, too wrecked to resist, as the ship’s living mass slid over her skin, into her pores, beneath her flesh.

Her fingers twisted, bones elongating, nails blackening into clawed talons.

Her muscles thickened, tendons stretching and snapping into new configurations.

Her once-smooth skin erupted in delicate ridges of glistening black and crimson, flexing with obscene strength.

The cock between her legs pulsed larger, harder, veins snaking up her stomach, feeding from the ship itself.

Sarah was becoming.

Becoming it.

Ward writhed weakly beneath her, mewling in terror as Sarah’s newly transfigured body loomed over him, casting a long, distorted shadow across the pulsating reactor room.

The living ship sang in her veins now, each beat of her corrupted heart syncing perfectly with its endless, slow, hungry pulse.

Sarah grinned — no longer quite human — her mouth stretching too wide, fangs gleaming in the sickly red light.

"You're mine," she rasped, her voice layered with the same twisted resonance as the reactor itself. "Forever."

She pressed her clawed hand against Ward’s chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath trembling ribs.

The reactor moaned around them, the floor shuddering wetly, birthing fresh tendrils that wrapped around Ward’s limbs, yanking him upward to meet her.

Sarah's monstrous cock twitched against his body, eager, drooling thick black fluid that sizzled where it touched his skin.

Ward sobbed — a broken, pathetic sound — as the tendrils **** him open, presenting him to her.

Sarah positioned herself, savoring the moment, her new monstrous instincts demanding she claim him fully, permanently, binding his flesh and soul to her in ways he could never escape.

The walls of the ship closed in tighter, the heartbeat of the reactor slamming louder and louder, drowning out all thought, all mercy.

And as Sarah drove herself into Ward’s helpless body with a triumphant, monstrous roar