Chapter 1
Alicia's gaze lingered on the softly glowing monitors, their blue light casting an ethereal glow across her face. The facility was silent, save for the occasional hum of machinery and the distant echo of Bert's footsteps. They were the only two on duty tonight. It was midnight, the witching hour when the world outside seemed to hold its breath, and the universe laid bare its mysteries to those who dared to look.
But tonight her mind was not on the cosmos. Her thoughts were preoccupied with a secret, insistent throbbing between her legs. Two months ago, in a moment of wild abandon, she had adorned herself with a piercing—a small, silver ring that now seemed to weigh heavily on her sensitive bud. It was a constant reminder of the desires she had long suppressed, the yearning for intimate touch, for the warmth of another's skin against her own.
As she sat in the ergonomic chair, the pressure of the piercing against her was a maddening distraction. She shifted, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Her cheeks flushed with shame as she found herself unconsciously arching her hips, seeking more of that forbidden friction.
She glanced at Bert out of the corner of her eye. She was relieved to see him absorbed in whatever task he was performing.
With his slightly rumpled appearance and the ever-present hint of a five o'clock shadow, he seemed so ordinary. Average height, average build—the kind of man who could easily blend into a crowd. Yet there was something about his intense gaze, the way his eyes seemed to devour every line of data on his screen, that suggested a hidden depth.
And those hands... Her gaze drifted to them, her mind conjuring up images that sent shivers down her spine. They were large, calloused from years of weekend projects and wrestling with his two rambunctious boys, as he often described them. Strong, capable. Hands that could easily cradle her breasts, straddle her waist, delve into the hidden recesses of her yearning body...
She bit back a gasp, her cheeks burning as she realized the direction of her thoughts. What was wrong with her? This was Bert, her colleague, a married man with children. It was unprofessional, inappropriate... and yet she couldn't help herself. The more she tried to suppress her desires, the more they seemed to simmer and burn, threatening to consume her.
She was about to excuse herself, to seek the solitude of the restroom where she could indulge in the relief of her own hands, when the terminal before her flickered to life.
She nearly jumped out of her chair when the alarm sounded, announcing a new object detection. She quickly composed herself, her fingers dancing across the keyboard to bring up the trajectory of the detected object. It was on a course that would take it past Saturn in just a few hours, before slingshotting back into the darkness of the Oort Cloud out past the orbit of Pluto.
She began collecting data on the anomaly, her personal desires temporarily put aside. The object was still too far away for Deepwatch's telescopes to image directly until it passed through the asteroid belt, but its thermal signature was unusual—far hotter than any natural space object should be.
As she worked, Bert strolled over from his station, drawn by the alarm and her focused intensity. He leaned against a nearby console, his eyes glued to the screens as data streams painted streaks of light across their surfaces.
"What have we got?" he asked, his voice tinged with an undercurrent of excitement that matched her own racing pulse.
"Unidentified object," she replied without looking up, her voice steady despite the heat rising within her. "It'll be passing close to Saturn soon."
He whistled softly, leaning closer to watch Alicia work. "Why is it so damn hot," he mused aloud, oblivious to how his proximity made her acutely aware of her own body—and her earlier thoughts about sneaking off for a quick, relieving bout of self-abuse intruded once more.
She felt a blush creep up her neck as she entertained an absurd fantasy; Bert pinning her against one of Deepwatch's consoles, his hands roaming over her curves; their labored breaths echoing in the quiet facility... The vividness of it all shocked her back to reality with an almost physical jolt. What was wrong with her?
She shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing between her legs. The piercing seemed to taunt her, its cool metal grazing her swollen bud with every subtle movement. She resisted the urge to squirm, knowing it would only intensify the delicious pain.
A part of Alicia wished she had never gotten it. It had seemed like such a bold, exciting idea at the time—a way to reclaim her sexuality after years of neglect, with her thirtieth birthday quickly approaching. But now, after six long weeks of healing during which she was forbidden even the lightest touch, it had awakened a ravenous hunger within her.
Finally able to satisfy her urges, the last two weeks had been a deliciously frustrating game of edging, bringing herself to the brink of release only to deny herself that sweet relief. She had become an expert at prolonging her pleasure, savoring every exquisite sensation until she was a quivering, needy mess.
Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to that final, crashing climax. Part of her revelled in the denial, the delirious state of constant arousal that left her yearning for more.
She forced herself to focus on Bert, studying the way his brow furrowed as he analyzed the data streaming across the screens. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have his hands on her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body...
"Have you ever seen anything like this?" His voice snapped her back to reality and she blinked quickly to clear her mind of the obscene thoughts.
"No, never," she replied, her voice betraying a slight tremor. "The thermal signature is off the charts. It's like it's burning up from the inside."
He frowned and leaned closer to examine the data. Her breath caught in her throat as his arm brushed against hers, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through her already oversensitized body.
"Well, whatever it is, we'd better keep a close eye on it," he murmured, oblivious to her internal struggle.
She could only nod mutely, her mind already wandering back to the delicious ache between her thighs. She shifted again, savoring the sweet torture of the piercing's teasing caress.
"You know, being the first to observe it, you get to name it."
Her eyes widened, a thrill of excitement momentarily overshadowing her more carnal thoughts. Naming a newly discovered object was a rare honor, one that could cement her place in the annals of astronomical history.
She turned to him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I do, don't I?" she mused, her mind already racing with possibilities.
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Better make it a good one," he teased, his voice taking on a playful edge that sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned back to her console, her fingers flying across the keys as she searched through Deepwatch's extensive mythological archives. She scrolled past tales of gods and heroes, monsters and beasts, each more fantastic than the last.
And then she saw it. Chimera, the fire-breathing creature of Greek legend, a beast composed of disparate parts that somehow formed a cohesive, terrifying whole. It was perfect, a name that captured the strange, heated nature of the object.
"Chimera," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to Bert, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm going to name it Chimera."
He nodded, his gaze intense as he studied her face. "Chimera," he repeated, rolling the name around on his tongue as if tasting it. "I like it. It's got a certain ring to it."
She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks at his approval. She shifted in her seat, the piercing between her legs sending a fresh wave of excitement through her body. She wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to have his hands on her, his lips trailing along her skin...
She shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Chimera was still out there, hurtling through the void of space towards Saturn. They had work to do, data to analyze, and a potential threat to assess.
The faint beeping of her watch signaled the arrival of 2 AM. She looked up from her console, blinking quickly to refocus her eyes after hours of staring at the flickering screens.
Bert stretched, his shoulders rolling back with a soft groan. "Well, looks like my shift's over," he said, giving her a wry smile that sent a jolt of electricity to her core.
She felt a pang of disappointment at the prospect of being left alone in the facility. She had grown accustomed to his reassuring presence, even as she fought the undercurrent of desire his proximity stirred in her.
"You're leaving?" she asked, her voice carefully neutral despite the racing of her heart.
He nodded, already gathering his things. "Yes. It's been a long night." He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "You'll be okay until Kim gets here?"
She forced a nonchalant shrug, suppressing the part of her that longed for him to stay, if only to satisfy her curiosity about what might unfold between them. "Of course," she replied, offering him a small smile. "I'll be fine."
He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but then thought better of it. "All right then," he said finally. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She watched as he turned and headed for the exit, her eyes lingering on the way his jeans hugged the curve of his ass.
She shifted in her seat, the sting between her legs sending a fresh wave of excitement through her body.
She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. She had work to do, data to analyze, and a potential threat to assess.
She watched as the data streams flooded her screen, the numbers and graphs painting a picture of Chimera's progress. Its velocity was staggering, a blistering 20% of the speed of light—unheard of for a natural object.
She brought up the forecasted trajectory, a shaded triangle tracing Chimera's possible paths through the solar system. As it passed Saturn, the graphic split into several cones, projecting possible exit trajectories from its interaction with the ringed planet. Why didn't we see it sooner? We just don't have enough data yet to analyze its path. It was a chaotic dance, a wild waltz through the gravitational pull of the outer planets.
The piercing between her legs throbbed, a silent reminder of the desires she was desperately trying to ignore. But the danger posed by Chimera was a far more pressing concern, a threat that dwarfed the insignificant aches of her own body. She tried to ignore the growing wet patch between her legs as she collected data on the object.
She watched the clock tick down, each second bringing Chimera closer to its encounter with Saturn. Data streams flashed across her screen, a torrent of numbers and graphs that painted a picture of the object's inexorable progress.
But, no matter how many times she ran the simulations, no matter how many times she crunched the numbers, she couldn't predict what would happen when Chimera reached the ringed planet.
The suspense was agonizing. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the insistent throbbing between her legs. The piercing seemed to amplify every surge of adrenaline, every tremor of fear.
Finally, the moment arrived. On the main monitor, a live feed from Deepwatch's orbital telescope showed Chimera as a tiny black dot, a single pixel, against the swirling backdrop of Saturn's rings. It was a breathtaking sight.
Chimera closed in, its trajectory taking it dangerously close to the gas giant's swirling atmosphere. It seemed as if the object would be captured by Saturn's gravity, pulled into a fiery embrace that would reduce it to atoms.
Then Chimera veered away, slingshotting past the planet at even greater speed than before. She watched as the object disappeared from view, obscured by the glare of Saturn's rings.
Minutes stretched as she waited for the radar dishes to pick up Chimera's signal again. Finally, the console beeped and a new trajectory appeared on Alicia's screen. Chimera was still on the move, but its course had changed dramatically. Instead of being thrown out of the solar system, it was now hurtling toward Jupiter on a direct impact course.
She logged the time of the flyby as 2:13 AM and continued to observe the object, grateful for the distraction.
*
Alicia stretched in her chair, back stiff, fingers clenched around her cold mug of coffee. 4:37 AM. Three and a half hours until Kim gets here, and then I can get some sleep. The thought of her bed, and maybe an hour or so of edging and finally letting herself cum, was the only thing keeping her going.
Her eyes drifted back to the projected trajectory of Chimera. The object was approaching Jupiter. The projected time of its closest approach to the gas giant was 6:30 AM.
She took another sip of cold coffee and began typing her report, summarizing the events of the last four hours.
"Detection of previously unknown object... designated Chimera... high velocity..."
She looked back at the projected trajectory of Chimera. The projected path, a smooth curve arcing past Jupiter, was gone. Instead, a series of jagged lines jittered and flickered on her screen, each showing a slightly different path for the object. All of them still passed close to Jupiter, but the uncertainty in its trajectory had increased dramatically.
"What the..."
She ran the simulation again. The possible paths for Chimera multiplied, filling her screen with a chaotic web of lines, then stabilized again, coalescing. Now, instead of a direct hit, the projections showed a near miss with Jupiter.
Did it just change course? Or was the re-projection caused by better data as it nears us? She stared at the screen, her mind struggling to comprehend the enigmatic asteroid.
She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she'd never broken. It has to be the data, she thought. Generally, space objects didn't change orbits like this, not on their own. Sometimes, one side could reflect light better, or offgas as it warmed, causing small shifts that could multiply as it neared a planet. She made a note in her report, flagging the anomaly for review.
The insistent throbbing between her legs drew her attention away from Chimera's trajectory. God, she wanted to touch herself. Just a quick rub, through her pants, to ease the ache. She glanced at the door, then back at the security cameras. She typed a command into her console, setting the cameras to loop through the last few hours of video. No one would know...
She pushed her chair back from the console, fingers already trailing down her body.
*
The screeching of her alarm clock cut through the remnants of Kim's dreams, pulling her into the early morning light filtering through her curtains. She fumbled for the snooze button, her thoughts still foggy with sleep, and as her vision focused, she caught sight of her laptop screen. A blush of embarrassment crept up her neck as she realized the device was still open, the frozen image of an MFF threesome displayed in vivid detail.
She groaned, the heat of humiliation warming her cheeks. She was supposed to be the picture of professionalism, yet here she was, waking up to hardcore pornography. She reached to close the laptop, but her hand hesitated, hovering over the keyboard. The image on the screen was... mesmerizing. Three bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure, their limbs a study in contrast and harmony.
Her eyes lingered on the screen, pressing play to unpause the video. The woman on her back was a vision of abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut as her partner worked diligently between her thighs. Her legs were spread open, her body undulating with each skillful flick of the giver's tongue.
The man behind the woman on top was a towering figure, his physique chiseled and imposing. His member stretched the woman's entrance obscenely as he thrust into her with a steady rhythm. Despite the improbable size, she took it with obvious relish, her moans muffled by the flesh beneath her.
Kim's body responded to the sight, a familiar warmth pooling between her legs.
Her nipples stiffened against the fabric of her nightgown, betraying her body's reaction to the erotic display. She knew she should look away, close the laptop and prepare for her day at Deepwatch, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the screen.
She opened her nightstand drawer and retrieved a modestly sized dildo from within. The cool, translucent silicone felt foreign against her skin, yet it sent a thrill through her. She bit her lower lip, excitement bubbling inside her.
With a sigh of anticipation, she parted her legs and guided the toy to her entrance. The first press of the dildo against her folds made her gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. She was already slick with arousal, the sight of the threesome making her body eager for more.
Inch by inch, she worked the dildo into her pussy. The sensation was intense, the toy stretching her just enough to be excruciatingly pleasurable. Once fully seated, she held it deep inside her, her hips rocking in time to the explicit scene on her laptop.
The women on the screen moaned and writhed, their ecstasy palpable. Kim found herself lost in the rhythm, her own moans joining the chorus as she chased her release. Her free hand wandered to her breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she lay there, the dildo nestled snugly inside her. The warmth of her own body enveloped the silicone shaft, creating a sensation that was achingly familiar. She clenched her inner muscles around it, each contraction sending ripples of pleasure through her core.
Between clenches, her pussy throbbed as she fought the urge to fuck herself. She could feel it building inside her, an insistent pressure that demanded release. Her fingers twitched with the effort it took not to touch herself more intimately, to resist the overwhelming urge to stroke her clit and send herself over the edge.
Instead, she contented herself with light brushes against her sensitive nub whenever she felt brave enough to venture near it. Each fleeting contact sent jolts of electricity up her spine, causing her hips to buck reflexively against the toy buried inside her.
Her free hand roamed her body, alternately caressing each breast before descending in a slow, tantalizing path across her taut abdomen. She reached the junction where the artificial phallus met her yearning flesh, caressing her lips where they parted lewdly for it.
Chapter 2
Alicia's hand worked beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, hidden by the spread of her lab coat. The cool air of the facility kissed her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that blossomed beneath her fingertips. She moaned softly each time she brushed the small, metallic protrusion of her clit ring.
Her hand slid deeper under the fabric, the fantasy on the screen fueling her desire. She imagined it was Kim's tongue, not her own fingers, dancing over her sensitive folds.
The idea of the other woman kneeling between her thighs, blue eyes looking up as she took the piercing into her mouth, sent shivers through her body.
Although she knew it would never happen, Alicia lost herself in the intoxicating scenario. She imagined her fingers tangled in Kim's soft hair, felt the ghost of her warm breath. Urgency built as she moved with more fervor, the metallic protrusion catching on tender flesh, igniting jolts of electricity that raced to her core.
Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she gripped the edge of the desk with her free hand. The room was silent around her, except for the low hum of the machines and the ragged breaths she could no longer control.
The shrill alarm rang through the facility, shattering her reverie. Her hand jerked reflexively, almost tearing the ring from her delicate flesh.
She glanced at the clock; it was 6:40 AM. Cursing herself, she realized that she had missed Chimera's encounter with Jupiter.She hastily closed the incognito tab, the video disappearing as quickly as her composure.
Her training kicked in as she navigated to the tracking software. The data updated in real time, painting a grim picture of Chimera's new trajectory. It had veered toward Jupiter at the last possible moment, threading the needle under the orbit of its moon, Io, and was flung toward Earth.
Her mind raced as she tried to remember the protocols. Automated texts had already been sent; Kim would be among those receiving the alert any minute. The weight of this moment settled heavily on her shoulders—Deepwatch was about to face its greatest challenge yet, under her watchful eye and trembling hand, still warm from its recent indulgence.
She knew it would take the team some time to travel through the Arizona desert. Most of them lived at least a thirty-minute drive away, so she could expect it to take at least that long for her coworkers to arrive.
She bolted from her chair, the wheels squeaking in protest against the linoleum floor. Still upset that she had lost track of time, she practically ran through the sterile corridors of Deepwatch to the bathroom.
Alicia splashed water on her face, droplets clinging to her lashes as she stared at herself in the mirror, emerald eyes darkened with unfulfilled desire.
Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took to steady herself. The fabric of her shirt clung to the contours of her chest, outlining them, her hardened nipples straining against the material.
Her hands were next to be subjected to the icy baptism, scrubbing away her fluids.
The scent of soap filled her nostrils as she lathered vigorously, washing away the scent but also trying to cleanse herself of the guilt and frustration she felt for succumbing to temptation during work hours—especially now when every second counted towards understanding Chimera's progress towards Earth.
She returned to her desk, trying to shake off the remnants of her earlier distraction and focus on the task at hand. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, calling up data with practiced ease.
Chimera's trajectory was a puzzle that demanded her full attention. She calculated, recalculated, and cross-referenced the celestial body's velocity and position. The numbers didn't lie; Chimera was coming, and fast.
Her heart sank as the calculations solidified. In about forty-five minutes, Chimera would be close enough for the Deepwatch telescopes to capture detailed images. The urgency of the situation was not lost on her; the data she gathered in the next forty-five minutes could very well determine the course of humanity's future.
She used the application on her computer to send a brief update to the team. Chimera imaging possible in 45 minutes. Preparing telescopes for high resolution imaging.
*
Her resolve finally crumbled, and Kim began to thrust the dildo in and out of herself. She took it slow at first, savoring the sensation of her body contracting behind it as she pulled it out, then pushing it back in, enjoying the stretching feeling as it filled her once again. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow plunge into her yielding flesh. She moaned loudly, no longer able to control herself as she quickened the pace, the slick sound of her arousal blending with her moans as she watched the video playing.
Her hips bucked to meet each inward thrust, the base of the dildo brushing against her clit with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through her. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation, her hand now moving with more urgency.
The rhythmic slap of flesh against silicone filled the room as she chased her release. Her free hand found its way to her breast, fingers pinching and rolling a nipple until it stood taut and aching.
"Fuck, I have to cum!" Her thighs trembled around the dildo as she felt an orgasm building inside her.
Her body coiled like a spring, ready to release. She sped up, the dildo plunging into her with increasing urgency, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. Her hand was a blur between her legs, the beat of the toy against her pussy lips a steady, rapid drumming sound.
She was almost at the point of no return when her phone alarm went off. The sound pierced the fog of pleasure that had enveloped her, causing her to falter in her movements. With a reluctant groan, she paused the porn still playing on her laptop and reached for her phone on the nightstand, leaving the toy embedded inside her.
Her heart sank as she read the text from Deepwatch: Potential impactor. Report to Deepwatch immediately. The words jolted her back to reality like a cold shower. Her mind recalled the protocols even as her body protested the abrupt interruption of its impending climax.