♥ Butterfly Kisses (Part 1) ♥

The room on the far side of the wall was warm, more humid than usual, and absolutely permeated with the scent of sex. True to their word, the writhing mass of women spread across one corner of the room didn’t get up from their orgy as Dustin and Aricia entered - although Meli did lock eyes on him for a moment before tossing her head back and gasping as she came yet again.

Trea’k had been busy. While the cushions had been raised to give Emely, Meli and Trea’k somewhere comfortable to rest (most importantly in the case of Dustin’s wife where her pregnancy was more pronounced by dint of timing, anatomy and the fact that she was having twins), the Vex’ess envoy had clearly then worked her magic with her silken threads. Hoops and whirls of the stuff allowed for a range of casual positions, along with a handful that could be pulled tight to temporarily restrain the other two women present.

The Vex’ess woman herself hummed contentedly as she stroked Sammie’s hair, the pilot’s dark skin glistening with sweat as she knelt between the insect woman’s forelegs and worked her magic with her tongue. From the angle they were at, Dustin could just about make out the rise and fall of slick digits as Sammie took care of her own needs at the same time - but that wasn’t what had caught Aricia’s attention and caused her to pause before biting her lip and looking at him with eyes that were begging for the pair of them to hurry up.

No, what had caught the butterfly girl’s eyes, Dustin was pretty sure, was the acrobatics currently being undertaken by Naera. The Caenii woman really enjoyed hanging from vines, and she’d clearly re-purposed some of Trea’k’s silken strands for her own ends. Hanging upside-down behind Emely with her hands firmly planted on the fox girl’s ass and her legs tangled in amongst the silken web, the plant woman’s silver hair hung down to obscure both her face and Emely’s cunt - despite the Feliax woman being on all fours between Meli’s thighs.

The moans emerging in between whatever she was doing to his wife with her tongue left Dustin in no doubt that his submissive Feliax woman was being rather thoroughly pleasured in turn, and for a moment he was half tempted to walk over and join in - but then remembered their objective and his former concerns about early orgies with Aricia.

Taking the butterfly woman firmly by the hand, he marched them past the whimpering, moaning pile of bodies and through into the showers - and from there into the baths.

Aricia paused on the far side of the beaded curtain, staring at the steaming pools beyond. Dustin grinned. “Impressive, isn’t it? Rye and the others worked really hard to set everything up in here.”

The butterfly girl nodded slowly, turning to marvel at the greenery, the streams that fed the baths, and even the little cart of towels and cleaning products before smiling back at him. “This is… warm. Even in summer, we didn’t get pools that were hot enough to make steam. Where do we put our clothes?”

That revealed one of the more major flaws in the design of the baths, and one Dustin made a mental note of. Ever since Rye had completed work on this private chamber, he’d been debating putting in a secondary bathhouse for the general crew. Nothing as fancy, certainly, but there was a lot to be said for just sitting in water rather than swimming or showering in it. But, a bathhouse for the bulk of his staff would need to be built with the expectation of people arriving in clothing and wanting to leave in it as well, rather than just walking through from their bedchamber fully naked (to not even mention often post-coitally).

Coughing to hide his sudden flush at the memories that thought brought up, Dustin gestured vaguely to a dry patch on the floor by the curtain leading to the showers. “Things shouldn’t get splashed too much there. The plants act as a natural barrier.” He said, before moving to unbutton his shirt.

To his surprise, Aricia made no move to follow him in stripping. He’d thought that after her earlier stated goal of seducing him, she’d have been the first to get naked - but instead she just leaned against a wall and watched as he undressed. It was a little surreal, but he was pleased to see his body met her approval. At least, he was pretty sure that was what the rapid breathing and yet more biting of her lip was all about.

Turning, he stepped into the warm water and sank down to sit on one of the underwater benches with a contented sigh, the heat around him already starting to un-knot some of the stress he’d picked up over the previous day. So relaxed was he in fact that he almost forgot about his companion, before a flash of pearlescent wing and the ripple of water through the steam heralded her arrival in the pool.

She’d opted to climb in on the far side of the water from him. As soon as she did so, he saw what she meant about her wings shedding - the surface of the water all around her suddenly took on the same pearl-like shine of her wings so that for a moment it looked like she was standing in liquid mercury rather than water. Then, she dove beneath the surface, ripples breaking the illusion and sending rings of glittering light outward from where she had been.

The Lieviran broke the water once more a pace or two in front of Dustin, and his jaw dropped at the sight. Her hair slicked down, antennae fully visible for once as her wings spread to steady herself in the shifting bathwater as it cascaded off her shoulders and down between her breasts, she looked rather like some of the old art Dustin had seen of water-nymphs back on Earth. Certainly, the cheeky grin that flashed across her face like lightning when she realized he was staring at her cleavage could have been the work of some sprite-obsessed artist in ages past.

“I take it that my plan worked, Dustin?” the woman said, moving forward to rest her folded arms on his chest, their noses barely touching as her body floated behind her. In answer, he reached out to stroke her cheek.

“Yea. I’d say it did. So, you’ve got my attention. What now?” Dustin asked, doing his best to let his new partner set the pace of what was shaping up to be an interesting encounter rather than doing what he wanted to do, which was press her up against the nearest edge of the pool.

Aricia frowned, then pressed forward, kissing him hungrily before pulling back with a beat of her wings against the water. The wave this produced rocked up to Dustin’s chin, causing him to shift slightly to ensure none of the bathwater went up his nose. He was pretty sure that despite how silly sex could be at times, starting it with a new partner by having a sneezing fit because she blew water into your sinuses would not leave a good first impression.

Whether the butterfly woman noticed his movement or not didn’t seem to matter. “I listened to what the others said about humans and sex. Yaerwen said she already told you about the cone-tray-section thingy Bleu arranged so we wouldn’t end up having your children immediately, and Emely told me about your concerns around first times…” She paused, biting her lip yet again before smiling at him. “You recall I mentioned I had few friends before? That extended to even fewer that I would have considered close enough to be intimate with.”

She paused a moment, then sighed. “As for the two that I was close enough to do anything with - we dabbled with our mouths a few times before they were dragged off to the temple. Nothing more than that, so I am somewhat… inexperienced with a partner.” Then she fixed him with a rather firm look. “I am not a fragile thing to be concerned about however, and just because I never took anyone to my bed doesn’t mean I’ve never experimented…” Then she blushed, smiling shyly at him. “Emely also was kind enough to show me the codes for certain… toys, from the automat. I don’t know why Trea’k didn’t let me know about them, but they were remarkably enjoyable. So, to answer your question - I would like you to fuck me, Dustin. I am a little apprehensive, however - the toys were quite… filling, and Emely told me that you are larger still. So, go slow, okay?”