There is no rescue

The woman's body sagged in the thick embrace of the alien growth, her muscles trembling and spent. The tendrils worked her without pause, an unrelenting rhythm that blurred the lines between pleasure, pain, and something deeper—something that gnawed at the core of her humanity.

Time lost all meaning.

Her cries had long since faded into broken, breathless gasps, her mind adrift in a haze of sensation. The tendrils inside her pulsed and flexed with eerie precision, their movements almost methodical, filling her again and again until she felt bloated, stretched taut beneath her fevered skin.

Her belly, once flat and trembling, now bulged visibly—rounded tight with the alien fluid the creature was relentlessly pumping into her body. Every hole was filled, every nerve set alight with unbearable, inescapable fullness.

A sickly warmth spread through her, deep and slow, as if the liquid were sinking into her bones, claiming her from the inside out.

I'm going to burst, a wild, delirious thought flickered through her mind, but the organism seemed to know her limits intimately—knew her better than she knew herself now.

At last, when her body could take no more, the creature’s rhythm slowed. The tendrils withdrew one by one, slick and glistening, leaving her gaping and leaking their strange, viscous secretion.

She whimpered as the last vine uncoiled from around her throat and thighs, the wall beneath her shuddering as if exhaling a long, satisfied breath.

Without warning, the tendrils released her completely.

She collapsed to the floor in a trembling heap, the impact jarring but somehow distant, as though she were detached from her own abused body. She lay there, panting shallowly, sticky fluid seeping from her swollen sex, her lips, even the puckered ring of her rear, forming a glistening pool beneath her.

Her stomach remained tight, distended obscenely, her skin flushed and hypersensitive.

The bioluminescent wall pulsed once, almost affectionately, before growing still.

The woman moaned weakly, dragging herself onto her side. She clutched her bulging abdomen, feeling the heat and faint, subtle motion still churning within her.

The thought of standing, of walking, seemed impossible—but the ship was still alive around her, still humming with unseen threats.

And somewhere deep inside her, she knew this was only the beginning.

She wasn't just marked by the creature now.

She was claimed.