♥ Butterfly Kisses (Part 2) ♥

Dustin paused a moment, then slid his hands down Aricia’s sides. As he did so, he gently pulled her body down below the water. The butterfly girl obliged him, her wings folding neatly behind her and her legs bending until eventually she was sat in his lap, her hips spread with his shaft sandwiched between their bodies.

The pressure of his cock against her sex drew a delighted hiss from the woman straddling him, and she rocked her hips experimentally before Dustin firmed up his grip and held her in place. Looking into her eyes, he smiled. “We’re going to go slow. If it’s uncomfortable, tell me okay? There’s lots we can do about that.”

He allowed the Lieviran to begin to move once more the instant he was sure she’d understood his words. Aricia tensed her thighs, lifting herself slightly from his lap to increase the pressure where the underside of his cock rubbed against her clit as she slid across him in the warm water of the baths.

“Emely was right, you are larger than the toys,” she murmured, eyes heavy with her arousal as she ran a hand down his chest. “May I?”

Dustin nodded, keeping his hands resting on her sides to help her balance in the gently lapping water as she lifted herself up. Fighting the urge to press his face into her breasts as she reached down to align their sexes, he settled instead for a gasp as she sank back down. The butterfly woman was tight, as he’d expected; what he hadn’t expected was the cold sensation enveloping his cock. Her walls twitched around him as she experimentally sank lower, while the sensation of going from the hot bathwater to her cool insides sent goosebumps down his spine.

Seeing his expression, she paused and squeezed. Dustin’s eyes widened, and his newest lover let out a gentle laugh as she ran one hand down his cheek. “Lieviran anatomy. The others told me how they heat up… there, when they’re aroused. Increased blood flow I think Bleu said? Well, we do something similar, but with the same stuff our bodies use to lower the heat of the sun on our wings so they don’t cook our blood. It’s a natural coolant, according to Bleu.”

The explanation didn’t make much sense, but Dustin wasn’t exactly in a mood to care as Aricia continued to sink down his shaft. He’d talk to Bleu about it later on - for now, the important thing was that slipping inside the butterfly girl was different, not unpleasant - in the same way drinking cocoa in winter and iced tea in summer were both enjoyable but different.

There was one definite upside to the temperature difference between her and his other lovers, and it was one he was glad of as she finally reached the base of his cock and whimpered, her tight cunt trembling around him as her body adjusted to his size. Had it been any of his other partners, the combination of vibration, tightness and the little panting noises she was making as she got used to him would have easily tipped him over the edge. With Aricia, however, the cooling effect of her sex was enough to help him hold back despite all the stimulation.

“I… I think… fuck, I think you’ll need to do the… oh my… do the work, Dustin,” Aricia managed to pant, her head pressed against his shoulder. “It… it’s… you’re… more than I expected.”

More than happy to oblige, Dustin reached down between them and stroked just above where they were joined. His fingers were experienced in a way he suspected his newest lover had not prepared for; just moments of teasing at her stretched folds and clit had her whimpering into him, her legs trembling and her orgasm threatening to tip over her at any moment. So, he did what felt natural; using his other hand against her ass to help, he lifted her slightly, then thrust up with his hips at the same time as he released her weight to let her drop back down.

The result was electric and instantaneous. A wave of water splashed away from them as Aricia’s wings flicked out, her moans turning into a scream of release that vibrated against his chest. Under the water, her cunt locked tight around him - he doubted he could have moved if he wanted to, as her muscles seized up before pulsing rhythmically in an echo of her climax.

For a time, Dustin held the panting, shaking woman as she recovered. Then, holding her close against his chest he stood and turned before lowering her still trembling body down onto the edge of the baths. Beneath him, the woman’s silvery-blue hair fanned out wetly around her face, shifting as she tilted her head to one side, biting her lip. Her wings framed her body like a intricately woven tapestry, their pearlescent shine catching the light while the water droplets that still coated the delicate membranes sparkled like diamonds.

Dustin pulled back gently, earning himself a whimper from the Lieviran that turned into a heady gasp as he thrust back inside. He rocked his hips slowly, partially to tease her with his shaft, partially to get used to the feeling of fucking her tight coolness, and partially to savour the moment. The rise and fall of her chest drew his eye, her breath hitching intermittently as his thrusts hit a particularly sensitive or deep spot.

Between the speed, the intimate tenderness and the heat-removing properties of her sex, Dustin felt he could continue to fuck Aricia more or less indefinitely. The butterfly girl had other ideas. While she had been moaning and gasping at the sensations he was giving her, she had no intent of being an idle lover; as Dustin’s thrusts drew her close to another climax, the Lieviran moved.

Dustin had just bottomed out in the crispness of her sex when two warm thighs wrapped around him, her ankles hooking together behind his back. Her head turned - where she’d previously been staring off to one side, eyes lidded and lost in her own pleasure, she now stared up at him with a pleading expression. “Fuck me harder? Cum with me?” She managed, her breath hitching at each twitch of his cock against her deepest inner walls.

Stroking her face, Dustin moved his hand down to grasp her shoulder while his other held her by the waist. Aricia had just long enough time to lean into his touch before he pulled back as far as she would allow and slammed forward, his hips slapping into hers and pulling a shocked cry of “OH FUCK!” from her throat.

The steam of the baths swirled around their heads as the air filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, Dustin’s hips building up into a punishing rhythm as he worked to give her what she’d asked for. Aricia’s eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she was overloaded with sensations, her cunt clenching around Dustin’s cock.

Tightness enveloped Dustin’s senses as the Lieviran whimpered and moaned his name, her whole body trembling beneath him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. He too was drawing near to his release; the tempo of their lovemaking surpassing any ardour-reducing effect her internal temperature might have had. Finally, it all grew too much - as Aricia let out a piercing cry of release, Dustin slammed his hips forward and slumped over his butterfly lover as his seed flowed into her.

The aftermath was a tricky affair for three reasons. The first and most important was that Dustin was standing almost to his waist in water with extremely tired legs after fucking Aricia senseless and really needed to sit down - but doing so was not easy or particularly safe given his muscles felt like jelly after their exertion. The second was that any movement on his part drew a plaintive whining grumble from the butterfly girl, who’s ankles were still very firmly crossed behind his back. He lacked the strength to easily move her as well, but was managing it in stages, slowly working towards a point where the two of them were once more under water and warming up.

The third reason, meanwhile, leaned against the arch that lead to the showers where she’d pulled back the curtain shortly after Dustin had finished inside Aricia, and smiled. “Sir, that makes three… can I call Meli and Rye and start planning a proper welcome for them now?” Emely asked, fingers idly tracing her sex as she watched him struggle to pull Aricia back into the water without injuring or half-drowning himself or the butterfly woman.

That final reason at least was one easily solved. A quick nod to his submissive fox girl and she bounced away, calling out for Meli as she did so. Aricia glanced up above her head and watched the retreating woman disappear behind the beaded curtain. “She didn’t comment on our lovemaking,” the butterfly woman observed.

Dustin grinned, finally having wiggled her back far enough to let their weight do most of the work. Taking a solid grip under her arms he leaned back, pulling her into the water with him. That drew first a squeak, then a deep moan as their descent pressed his still-hard cock firmly back inside his flighty lover. “What did you expect from her?” he asked, running a hand across Aricia’s chest before sliding it down to her hips, rocking his own up slightly. “A scorecard?”