♥ Floating ♥

Bleu’s folded form remained wrapped around Dustin as she came down from her orgasmic high. Slime flowed as she shifted position, lifting him slightly so that his thrusts could sink deeper into her core, bunching her body around his length as she hummed her contentment throughout her entire form in a way that made Dustin’s knees go weak.

As he rocked into her, Dustin felt the slime wrapped around his hips and back start to tighten; he had to use more and more **** to withdraw from her tight heat until at last he found that he couldn’t move - at which point Bleu spun them around, Dustin’s body shifting effortlessly through hers until he was on his back, head propped up on a mound made of her body where pillows would be on a normal bed.

Warmth surrounded him - and a deep feeling of care as the slime began to gently caress his every part. Bleu’s formless state rippled, and Dustin gasped as micro-suction and vibration collided over his cock and balls. His muscles flexed as he tried to thrust upward - but the slime around him tensed and relaxed in response so that he did not move at all. The part of Bleu that surrounded his genitals did however begin to shift; while Dustin’s body remained held in place, she rocked up and down as if his thrusts were being driven into her with his full strength, the combination of sensations making him gasp.

Dustin’s brain felt like it was breaking as his body tried to tell him that he was fucking the woman he was inside with all that he had - and at the same time lying perfectly still and relaxed. Bleu seemed to sense that he was reaching his limit, as a moment later the sensations of being ridden were added to by a rapid rotation around his shaft. It proved all too much; Dustin gave a whine, his breath coming quickly as he moaned “Oh fuck, Bleu! Fuck!” and came; the deep azure flesh that had engulfed his cock paling rapidly to pastel blue as his seed pumped into the Queri medic.

As Dustin felt the first pulses of his orgasm rush into his lover, Bleu’s form began to vibrate around him - the erratic, twitching waves he recognized from earlier. As more of his seed flooded her, slime rushed up to coat his ears and through it he could hear Bleu’s moaning voice as she cried out her own peak.

In the aftermath, Dustin found himself floating, his body still suspended inside Bleu as she gently rippled around him before slowly sliding him up to the surface. One tendril of slime remained wrapped around his cock like an arm, and this tendril began a lazy up and down stroking of his shaft causing Dustin to hiss with the unexpected sensations so soon after climax. It was intense… but he was used to regular orgies by this point - not to mention the amount of orgasms Trea’k had **** out of him during her breeding marathon. To the surprise of neither of the pair, Bleu’s slow jerking of his cock caused Dustin to begin to rise to the occasion yet again - although the contented hum from the slime girl a moment later surprised them both as it travelled through his body and made his cock twitch in her grasp.

Bleu’s form rose up around Dustin as his erection returned, dragging him to a standing position as she lifted herself upright. In response. He kissed everywhere he could reach, her outer membrane feeling like he was kissing her inner thighs no matter where he turned his head. Moaning vibrations rippled through the slime woman even as her tendril continued to run along his length, working him with all the tenderness of a lover’s touch.

Sparks danced behind Dustin’s eyes at the feeling, Bleu’s presence surrounding him as he pushed forward - and found that she was no longer holding him in place. Hands delved into the soft azure texture around him, his arms following to encircle some part of the woman that had engulfed his body. At the same time, his hips bucked forward, all of Bleu’s resistance going toward preventing the pair of them from toppling over as he drove his cock back into her silken texture.

The entwined duo moaned as they made love standing up, Dustin’s breath hot against Bleu’s flesh as she trembled around him. Fucking while standing was something he rarely did, and despite himself he found his hips stuttering after a while as he worked deeper into that softness. It didn’t matter however - another trembling vibration worked it’s way through Bleu’s body, and Dustin found himself struggling to stand as parts of the Queri woman softened erratically as she came yet again on his cock.

Behind him, the slime woman’s grip turned liquid and dripped from his back while his hips remained pistoning into what of her she could keep upright. More vibrations rippled around his ankles, where her difficulties in keeping her shape had left the bulk of her body now pooling. The oddity of it, combined with the speed with which he was now fucking her tipped him over the edge, and with a roar he bucked into her, his final release triggering hers once more - and this time causing her to lose cohesion completely, her body literally falling away from him as his load sprayed out to splash over her soft surface below.

Staggering backwards, Dustin reached out and pressed a hand to the wall of the cabin for support, before slowly sinking down to sit part-on, part-in his lover. Bleu’s membrane rippled, aftershocks still travelling through the over-sensitized slime as she tried vainly to reform enough to communicate. “Take your time, love, no rush to say anything” Dustin panted, the exhaustion of his full-pelt standing fuck catching up to him. Leaning back, he was dimly aware of thin tendrils rising up his body, before one pressed against his ear. The faintest of vibrations - just enough for him to make out a whisper of Bleu’s voice.

“Thank you, Dustin. That was… beyond what I hoped.” The slime woman’s whisper was soft and Dustin had to strain to hear it, but her words made him smile. Leaning back, he let his weight drop onto her body, the pool of her that now filled the bed giving him the feeling of resting his entire being rather than just his head on her thighs. A contented hum passing through him indicated that she was happy about their closeness, and for a time the pair just lay there enjoying each other’s presence.

Eventually, the Queri began to gain control over herself once more; Dustin felt himself slowly rolled up into a reclining position, his head coming to rest on a pair of breasts as the medic reformed her torso tits first. “That was… quite a lot” she said a moment later, half-formed arms wrapping around him possessively. “I’d expected you to put in a stellar performance as always, Dustin - but I hadn’t expected how letting go would impact what I felt from you making love to me.”

Dustin reached behind his head to stroke Bleu’s cheek, her face still softer than normal where she was working on rebuilding her form. “Anytime, love” he said, sinking into her embrace as he did so - and sinking into her, he realised a moment later before Bleu gave a concerted grunt of effort and pushed him back up. “I think I should probably get up so that you can reform easier, unless you want me to wear you out.”

The double entendre got him a snort and a shove from the slime girl, the cold metal of the floor of her room hitting his feet as she dumped him over the edge of the bed. As the azure woman’s body retreated, Dustin spun around and bent down to kiss her, half-formed lips upturned against his before snapping back to their normal firmness as she focused on the simple act of adoration.

Bleu rose slowly from her bed; the puddle that Dustin had literally fucked her into being taking its time to reform into her usual self. As she worked through putting herself back together, he dressed and sat on the edge of her desk, perched between two piles of medical texts. Dustin always enjoyed watching the naked forms of his lovers - but there was something so utterly alien and sensual about the way Bleu’s body flowed and stretched as she worked to remodel it into the appearance he’d come to know so well.

As she finished forming her body, the medic glanced up at him and frowned. “What?” she said, eyes narrowing at his expression. Dustin shrugged. “Just thinking about how sexy you are regardless of what shape you’re taking.” That earned him another snort from the slime woman as she stepped out of the bed - but her form was filled with the gold waves of a blush even as she gathered up a top and threw it at him.

Dustin caught the t-shirt mid-air and blinked, comparing the size of it to the slime woman’s torso. “This isn’t one of yours, is it?” He asked, shaking it out and frowning. Bleu stepped forward and pressed her body through the top, the fabric suddenly stretching to encompass her upper half while she rearranged the rest of her body to make it fit.

“No, it isn’t Dusty. What gave it away?” She turned and looked back at him - the excess mass from her chest that wouldn’t fit in the top having entirely been repositioned onto what was now a very plump rear before she gave a low chuckle, pulled the top off straight through her body, and tossed it back onto the pile she’d grabbed it from. “It’s one of Sammie’s” she added, blinking slightly as mass flowed from her backside back over her ribs. “Got a whole pile of clothes left here by the others; makes it easier if things get spilled if I’m having a sleepover you know?”

Dustin nodded, opting not to ask what kind of things might get spilled that would necessitate the use of what he was pretty sure was a pair of Meli’s lace underwear and one of Naera’s bras that were poking out of the bottom of the pile. “Fair enough” he said instead, before reaching out to tug the slime woman into his arms, kissing her rather soundly as he did so. “I have to admit, it’s a lot easier mentally to figure out what I should be doing when you’re in this form bedroom wise,” he murmured, one hand drifting to gently stroke her back “but if you want to do the whole natural form thing again just let me know.”