♥ Bleu balled ♥

The answer to the doctor’s question turned out to be not that long at all; Dustin once again made a mental note to investigate if long term exposure to Rabyth enzyme was doing something to his physiology - but in the moment, being able to get ready to go again after making out with an attractive slime girl for five minutes or so was definitely worth it. Bleu’s eyes widened in delight as she felt him start to rise against her leg where they were both pressed close together, the medical bed not exactly being built for two. The pair broke off their kiss; Dustin shifting slightly as the slime girl moved to straddle his chest, his cock held upright against her back.

“How…” he began to ask, but before he could get any further the Queri medic pressed a finger to his lips. “Three different ways, to answer your question” she murmured, and rocked her hips back. A motion that on any other woman would have bent his cock uncomfortably downward instead lead to the strangest sensation as the woman simply softened her form to allow it to pass through her, only regaining her solidity when he was firmly encased in her sex. As she re-solidified her body, Bleu’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck…” she gasped; Dustin could only imagine what she was feeling at the sudden move from empty to complete penetration and held on to her trembling hips as she regained control.

The woman’s flesh under his hands grew soft as she whimpered, before gradually returning to it’s normal texture. As it did so, Bleu leaned forward to press her head against his. “Way number… fuck, way number one. You solids do it like this, right?” She lifted her hips and dropped them back, eyes widening as she did so. “Fuuuuck!” Dustin really hoped that the privacy glass extended to audio as well as visual - but the sudden rise and fall of the woman around his shaft was too much for him to care. Taking a firmer hold on her hips, he began to match her movement, thrusting up into his lover and driving her into a series of moans and expletives.

Bleu’s eyes locked on his as they made love, her body quivering every time their hips met. She pressed forward, her lips meeting his and her tongue delving into his mouth. Before, he had thought her kiss to be fresh and had assumed she’d had a mint or something before he’d arrived - but now the taste was notably stronger. The slime woman’s questing tongue was not immune to the sensations causing her to struggle to maintain her form, and his mouth filled with the taste of spearmint as he drove her closer to release.

The loss of form started to cause problems after a few minutes of hard fucking; what before had been enjoyably deep kissing started to grow sloppy as her tongue lost it’s clear form. Even that wouldn’t have been too much of a problem until the tangle of it with Dustin’s own caused the slime girl’s tongue to stretch until it was nearly hitting the back of his throat. Dustin backed off from the kiss and coughed; he didn’t think Bleu would find it particularly romantic if her loss of form caused him to gag. Seeing his expression and with a noticeable effort, Bleu got her body under control, tongue retracting down to it’s usual size. “Sorry… fuck, sorry captain, fuck me don’t stop…”

Her apology was accompanied by a series of trembles running through her core; rippling bands of gold and amber travelled up from her crotch to her face as her cunt began to clench around his shaft. Sensing the woman’s imminent climax, Dustin redoubled his efforts - the **** of his thrusts now causing his hands to press deep into her hips as she lost all semblance of control. One particularly deep thrust more, and the medic threw back her head in a keening cry of release. Her hips rippled under his fingers, matching the sensations his shaft was feeling inside the woman; her whole body seemed to be undergoing the same trembling climax.

As quick as it had come, Bleu’s orgasmic cry faded. A few aftershock tremors rippled around Dustin’s cock before she carefully lifted herself off of him. The cold air of the medbay made him wince where it struck his shaft, and he glanced at her - unsure if the sudden dismount meant she was unhappy. To his relief and delight, the woman instead turned and bent seductively over the desk. “Way number two. At least to start. I have read that this position removes some of the control I experienced in the previous method. Come fuck me some more, captain. I know you didn’t orgasm yet.”

When an attractive cerulean backside is being held open with one hand by a woman asking to be fucked by you, there really is only one option. Dustin slid off the bed and stepped forward. Taking a moment to line himself up, he thrust forward to a delighted moan from Bleu. As he started to set up a steady rhythm, the slime girl managed to get enough of her composure back to speak - albeit speech broken with gasping cries of pleasure. “You know… oh that’s good, right there… you know you don’t have to… worry about lining up with me. Just… fuck, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…” he suddenly increased the tempo, and for a while all the Queri could do was grip the edge of the desk and try to maintain her form while his shaft drove coherent thoughts from her head.

She did manage to finish her sentence eventually however; as he slowed the pace once more, her moans and whimpers turned back into audible speech. “…I don’t… fuck, don’t worry about… I’ll make it fit… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” her voice rose again into a yell as he upped the ****, pounding into her and driving her towards another climax. His own seemed far away - while he’d been able to get hard again quickly, despite the slick tightness in which his member was buried he felt none of the tell-tale signs that indicated an orgasm was approaching.

Bleu’s form quivered and tensed, before she thrust backwards hard, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as she pulsated around him. Ripples travelled the length of his shaft as the slime girl’s orgasm hit her; her form on the table in front of him slumped, arms turning almost into pools as she lost the ability to fully maintain her form. Dustin slowed his thrusting, making sure to hold on to what of Bleu was still the most solid to help keep her in position until she was capable of thinking straight once more. It took the Queri a minute or two to regain her composure, signalled by a gasping intake of breath. Up until that point, Dustin had been so caught up in the rest of the woman that he’d not noticed she’d stopped breathing - he knew that she technically didn’t need to, her body absorbing oxygen ambiently, but she maintained the semblance of doing so to put him and the others at ease.

“That was… fuck, captain, stop a sec.” She said, arms reforming and trying to weakly lift her torso from the desk. He paused the slow rock of his hips to allow her to do… whatever it was she wanted to do. That, it turned out was to sit upright, then rotate her body around so that she was facing him, legs moving up to lock behind his back. The look of the woman rotating was one thing - the point at which she decided to turn her insides around so that they were correctly oriented was another - the sudden sensation of that tight channel sliding around him made his legs weak, and it was Bleu’s turn to help hold him up until she’d finished aligning herself once more.

“Still no climax, Dustin?” She said, eyes sparkling with the aftermath of her own orgasms. “Well, time to rectify that, if you’ll let me? We’ve done it your way twice, mind if we finish off with a more traditional Queri approach?” Dustin nodded; he wasn’t sure what exactly that meant, but at this point he was game for anything and doubly so if it meant getting to his own release. Bleu smiled at him, then slid forward. Her legs melted as she dropped her weight, pushing him backwards - her bunched form catching him before he could hit the floor. He was about to question what was going on, but when he put his hands down instinctively instead of the medbay floor he felt the same softness he’d grown to recognize as the texture of the woman’s body.

“Cross your legs, please” she murmured in his ear, nibbling gently at it as he complied without thinking. The soft feeling of contact with her body suddenly spread up and around him - a slow stroking sensation that engulfed his lower half. Bleu’s forehead was pressed to his, her eyes drawing his gaze to prevent him from seeing what she was doing elsewhere - until his breath suddenly hitched in his throat. A sensation of gentle pressure and teasing strokes began to spread downward from the very tip of his cock; a hand appeared seemingly from nowhere to hold his chin when he tried to look down to see what part of his new woman could cause such a pleasurable feeling.

“Focus on me, not on what I’m doing, captain.” Bleu’s voice was almost hypnotic, her expression one of the utmost concentration. Dustin stared into the deep azure pools of her eyes as that teasing sensation reached the base of his shaft - and then suddenly spread out. His intake of breath was sudden; the gasp of pleasure he tried to voice a moment later muffled by Bleu’s lips on his as all at once the feeling of being pleasured spread to encompass first his crotch and then his entire lower body. It felt like he was being blown and massaged all at once; the feeling was weird, but also incredibly arousing.

Bleu’s lips left his as he whimpered, the speed and pressure of the teasing driving him rapidly towards the brink. “You can look now, Dustin. Going to really let go in a second, and won’t be able to talk much for a while. This is… really, really good.” Bleu’s breath came in fits and starts, her voice was heady and full of lust as she spoke. Glancing down, Dustin realized the reason for the sensations; Bleu’s normal form was gone and in it’s place was her natural state; only the very top of her torso remained to hold the head that was speaking to him. The remainder of her body formed a blue sphere surrounding him, ripples running through it periodically as she worked his senses so effectively.

Giving him a smile, the head and torso slid down into the rest of the slime; she did something to her opacity as she did so, he wasn’t sure what, but he was able to see the shape of her head as it descended to hover in front of his cock. His shaft pulsing with need, he watched transfixed as she opened her mouth; behind it he could vaguely make out changes happening roughly where her throat should be. Were those pockets of air she’d just formed? Bleu looked up through herself, and he was sure she winked at him before pushing forward.

Dustin’s mind went blank. Bleu’s lips had formed a tighter ring around him - but what followed was a tunnel of bumps and ridges seemingly designed to tip him over the edge. That would have been enough for him to climax - but the instant his cock made contact with the first of those bumps, the woman surrounding him lost all sense of control. The entire surface of the slime vibrated in a silent scream, the edges of her body losing all consistency. He slumped backwards; only the fact that she had piled up a larger portion of herself behind him to ensure he remained upright prevented him from banging his head on the floor. Not that Dustin particularly cared as those ridges rammed forward, pulled back, engulfed him again and then rotated. He’d been stimulated, teased, fucked, and this was too much. His eyes blurred, spots danced in his vision and his cock pistoned forward, pulsing his seed into whatever part of Bleu it was she had covered him with.