It was a small sphere, maybe half a meter across. She cautiously approaches, never taking her eyes off of it. It’s a deep black, but the surface almost seems to ripple and flow as if it was liquid oil. The movement of the surface caused wild patterns of light to dance across the surface, almost mesmerizing in their complexity. It seemed completely undamaged by the collision; it’s surface looked perfectly spherical, without as much as a hint of denting or scuffing. Perfect. That was about the only word Rose could imagine to describe it. It made a noise too, or at least Rose figured that it was the sphere emitting the deep humming sound echoing lightly through the room. It seemed to almost soothe her sore head, getting slightly louder as she approached. She stood in front of it, her eyes following the patterns across the surface, trying to make some sense of them. Then she caught herself. She had been reaching out, ready to touch the thing. She stumbles a step backwards, only now realizing she’d somehow got within arm’s reach.
She swallows hard again, never taking her eyes off the strange sphere. Normally she would have been terrified, but something about the deep humming in her head and the strange striations across the surface of the sphere were just so calming. Without even noticing, she re-takes the step towards the sphere, kneeling in front of it to get a better look. From this distance the patterns were even more complex, like they somehow shone through the surface, penetrating deep into the center of the liqui-solid orb.
Slow, elaborate dances of colours she didn’t know existed. All the while the humming grew louder and more complete; her headache long gone now, replaced with nothing but a strange warm melancholy she hadn’t felt before. Again she noticed herself reaching out to touch it, but she didn’t stop herself this time. It feels somehow… right. Like she’s supposed to touch it. So she does.
The sphere ripples as her fingertips gently graze the surface, reacting to her touch. It’s a little warmer than her skin, with a strange semi-solid texture. The colours dance around her fingers, moving in graceful swirls to avoid her touch. She pushes her hand a little deeper, gently penetrating the surface. The warmth of whatever the orb was made of made her fingers tingle, and seemed to almost radiate up her arm. She stared, eyes wide in wonder as she watched the mesmerizing patterns swirl and adapt to her hand.
Suddenly, the surface of the sphere began to quake and ripple of its’ own accord. The liquid of it almost seemed to be pooling against her hand, now almost wrist deep. She starts, knocked out of her trance, as the oily substance starts to move up her wrist.
Panic floods through her head as the liquid quickly make its’ way under the sleeve of her jumpsuit and up her forearm, almost to her elbow before she can react. She pulls back, trying to free herself, only to find the hold on her arm much stronger than she had thought. It was almost as if there was a suction keeping her attached to it. She struggles, pulling at her own arm frantically as the strange black liquid reaches her shoulder; it’s grip on her only getting tighter. She screams, calling out for help, for anyone.
The heat is intense as the oil starts to cover her chest. She shivers as it spreads over her body, almost feeling as if it was squirming over her skin. To her surprise, while she can feel it continue to spread lower down her body, it stops around her neck, not spreading any higher. It seems to want to stay beneath her jumpsuit. Only being able to feel it spreading only makes her panic more.
She shivers again as it coats her tits, starting to make its’ way up to her other shoulder and down her stomach simultaneously. She can’t help but let out a gasp as she feels something else. Like a light suction against each of her nipples. It feels purposeful, but how could it be? Regardless the heat and suction have an effect on her, hardening her nipples under the oil, though she pushes the feeling to the back of her mind in her panic.
The liquid continues, moving methodically over her body, stopping again at her other wrist. The orb itself seems strangely unphased; the only movement it makes the slight rippling against her fingers. It even seems somehow the same size, though her body was nearly half coated now.
She could feel it now against her naval and the small of her back, washing over her hips. Somehow the heat was different here: warmer and deeper. Her eyes go wide as she braces herself for what she knows is next. The heat washes over her ass, starting to creep between her thighs. She tries to hold her legs closed tight, but the liquid simply seeps through. Her whole body twitches as the liquid finally started to run over her sex, coating her lips with its’ intense heat.
A deep shiver runs through her as she realizes that it isn’t stopping. While some of the liquid continues down her thighs, it also starts to spread internally. She feels it move between her lips, gently opening them and pushing into her entrance. It feels thicker here, almost more viscous as it pushes inside her, spreading her to accommodate itself. It keeps spreading her too, widening her around it; her pussy helpless to do anything other than be filled by it. She’s hardly paying attention as it runs past her calves, stopping at her ankles. She’s focused solely on how it fills her, so completely, now deep in her.
Her attention is brought away from her rapidly filling pussy as the liquid connecting her to the sphere breaks away. The last bit on her hand seeps up to her wrist, freeing her while also completely coating her under her jumpsuit. The orb looks to return to its’ normal state; glassy and calm.
Her hands rocket to her crotch, pawing at her pussy, but the coating of the liquid is complete; no matter how she pulls or claws at it, the semi-solid material won’t come away. It continues moving though. Filling her to the point she could swear it will break her. There’s no pain though, only the deep heat of the stuff. Only once it fills her completely, stuffing her pussy wide, does it stop its’ movement.
Finally she has a moment to breathe. She falls to her knees, exhausted both by her fight and her panic. She only has a moment though, before the liquid starts to move again. This time it doesn’t move across her body, instead moving against it. The mild suction on her tits grows harder, pulling them roughly now.
Between her legs too, the liquid starts to writhe. What’s inside her almost seems to get harder; more solid. It pushes in and out of her, and her mind reels. Oh god. It’s fucking me. She tries again to struggle, to do anything to stop it, but she finds her arms held fast. It doesn’t let her move, holding her tightly as it fucks her. She tries to ignore it, to think of anything else, but the heat is so deep in her now, and to her dismay she can feel herself getting wet against her intruder.
It almost seems to react to her wetness, pushing into her harder and deeper. She hates it, but it felt amazing. It hits every spot deep in her like it was made for her. Before long her pussy is drenching it, and it slams into her. She tightens her lips, desperate to not moan, to not like… this. But her pussy reacts. She knows what’s going to happen; she can already feel it. No!, she thought. She couldn’t let it make her cum. She didn’t have much of a choice.