♥ Getting to know you better (part 2) ♥

Dustin untangled his fingers from Rye’s hair as she sat back a little shakily, swallowed, and turned to stare at Bleu. “What… what the fuck was that, bubbles? And you are so doing that again at some point.” The Rabyth was breathing hard in the aftermath of her orgasm, but her eyes were sparkling as she added “oh, and for the record, Dusty, you’re good to go. If you feel like you’re flagging, let me know.” Bleu meanwhile gave a shrug in response to the engineer’s question. “It takes a lot of effort to do, but I thought you’d like it, and I did want to thank you.” Then she frowned, before shaking her head. “I can show you quickly, but I probably can’t sustain it. Doubt I can sustain swapping my throat and cunt over again either. That took a lot more concentration than I thought it would.”

At those words, she held out her hand. With another frown, one finger slid back slightly and begin to vibrate gently as if the slime woman’s flesh were purring. That wasn’t the most noticeable thing, however, as the slime in the middle of her palm began to bunch up, forming… Emely, peering around Dustin’s shoulder gasped. “That looks like sir’s…” Shaking her hand to balance it back out as the imitation cock blended back into the rest of her form, Bleu nodded. “It really should; I worked hard to make it match, and you’d be surprised how hard it is to get a clear picture when you’re moving back and forward over something rapidly.”

Dustin looked from Queri to Rabyth and back again. “So, just now…” Rye grinned and nodded, before pulling the surprised medic in for a kiss. Turning back to Dustin, the bunny girl’s breathing had calmed as she spoke. “Yea, Dusty. I just got to feel you at both ends. Plus whatever that vibrating thing ya did with your fingers was bubbles. Please tell me that doesn’t require as much concentration?” The doctor gave a shrug. “That I can probably keep up as long as I can keep my form. On which note, it looks like the others have finished showering.”

Turning around, Dustin noted that Trea’k and Meli had indeed finished cleaning up and were moving over to join them in the patch of rain-free floor; Naera was already hovering nearby - seemingly not wanting to be the first one to enter the dry area. “We should move somewhere more comfortable” he mused, glancing at Emely and Rye who despite having been stood in the dry patch for some time still had very damp fur. “How long do you two need to get dry?” Rye turned to Emely and grinned. “That depends sir” the redhead said, smiling back at the Rabyth. “Do you want us to join you right away, or would you mind if we play a little first while we get dried off?”

Leaving the Rabyth and Feliax to entertain themselves, Dustin and the others stepped back into the main bedroom, the overhead drier by the door being more than sufficient for people without a covering of fur. Looking around at the assembled collection of attractive nudity, Dustin tried to decide what - or who - to do next, before that decision was taken from him. Meli stepped up to Bleu, and pulled her in for a kiss that rapidly lead to the pair falling backward onto the mattress, hands roaming down each other’s bodies.

For a moment, Dustin was tempted to just watch his fiancé and lover get to know each other intimately, but Trea’k apparently had other ideas. Stepping up to block his view with her oversized chest, the Vex’ess leaned in to gently kiss him. “I believe our other new arrival would appreciate your attention, my mate.” She said, before moving again to reveal Naera, cheeks flushed a deep green and mouth parted with arousal. “Please, Dustin?” The shortstack’s voice was pleading; he reached for her on instinct, pulling his newest lover in for a kiss of her own and causing the Caenii to moan into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he glanced back at the insect woman. “What about you though, Trea’k?”

A voice from his arms answered that question. “Carry me to the cushions and I can help” Naera said, in between nervous giggles. Shrugging, he lifted her up into a princess carry, causing the chef to start making cute little whimpers of delight from behind her hands. She really did seem to have a thing about being carried he noted, making a mental reminder to do so as often as possible if she carried on being so enamoured of it. Reaching the nearest of the couch-like raised parts of the cushioned floor, he set the Caenii woman down and shrugged as if to say “now what?”

The green-skinned woman wriggled a little to get comfortable, then gave a vague gesture above her head. “This should be the right height? Yea?” Blushing furiously, she reached out above her head to tug on one of Trea’k’s fore-legs. “Lets see?” Blinking all four eyes in confusion, the Vex’ess woman allowed herself to be pulled forward before realizing what the Caenii had in mind. “Open up, lover” Naera said, tapping her hand upside-down on the chitin covering the other woman’s sex. Trea’k flexed her muscles, before letting out a soft gasp of delight.

The instant the envoy had revealed herself, Naera had shimmied the last little bit further underneath and sent her tongue questing outward. Judging by the expression on his lovebug’s face, Dustin guessed that the shortstack was more talented in that regard than Trea’k had been expecting. The Vex’ess woman’s moans were cut short a moment or two later when Naera shuffled back and glared up at him from between the other woman’s legs. “What’s wrong with you Dustin? This is supposed to be an orgy, I am currently lying here at the perfect height for you and yet I am not feeling any dick!”

Any further complaints were turned into a moaning cry of “oh starlight!” as he opted to give the shortstack exactly what she asked for. Parting her legs, he noted that she was right - she really was at the perfect height, he barely had to align their sexes before he could thrust forward, pushing her face back into Trea’k’s cunt. The intake of breath and hazy look in the other woman’s eyes suggested that Naera had managed to return to her tonguing, and so he began to set a steady rhythm; his previous encounter with the green-skinned shortstack had suggested that while fucking her full steam would be fun, it might also mean she was unable to continue working on the Vex’ess envoy.

Behind him, moans increasing in volume suggested that Meli and Bleu’s coupling had progressed from kisses and touching to something more stimulating; in front of him his cock slowly sheathed itself again and again in the dripping orange of Naera’s folds. Trea’k leaned down as they made use of the shortstack from both ends, her lips brushing against his at first before he sank his cock to the base inside the Caenii, allowing him to kiss his lovebug properly and causing the shorter woman to let out a whimpered moan of pleasure from between Trea’k’s legs.

The combination of the Vex’ess woman’s tongue in his mouth and the ripples of the Caenii’s pleasure around his shaft were a little too much for his self control, and he upped the tempo, rocking his hips back as far as he could without breaking the kiss before slamming them forward again, each thrust causing a little yelp of delight from the green-skinned woman. Whatever he was doing to her seemed to be causing her to increase her own activity, as Trea’k’s moans into the kiss rose in volume; for a seemingly endless moment the three of them were locked in that spiral before Emely’s voice from nearby cut into his thoughts.

“That is so fucking hot… Rye, do you think Trea’k and sir would do that to me too?” The bunny girl’s reply came as Trea’k broke the kiss, leaning back to ensure her cunt was pressed full into Naera’s face as the insect woman’s orgasm neared. “I dunno, Emmz. You’re not quite as short as Nae-nae, might not be possible. Pretty sure we can get them to try though.” Trea’k whimpered at whatever Naera was doing, before reaching down and taking hold of the woman’s legs. Leaning back and pulling them up with her, she held the Caenii open for Dustin’s thrusts. “So… so close, my mate. Cum with me?”

Dustin’s brain glitched at the request; it wasn’t every day, even with a harem like his that he got asked to pump one of his lovers full by one of the others. At least, not so that the two of them would share a mutual climax. With a grunt of acknowledgment, he began to piston his hips forward. Naera and Trea’k’s moans grew louder as the sensations pushed their three-way closer and closer to the edge. Dustin’s hands slid down the shortstack’s body, his cock slamming into her as he took his pleasure out on her form - although judging by the whimpers and gasps emerging from between Trea’k’s thighs, the Caenii was more than happy about the situation.

A sudden twitch from deep inside the plant woman - the precursor to her climax, perhaps - turned out to be the final straw for his self control. As her cunt rippled for a moment around him, Dustin grabbed her hips and drove his cock as far as it would go into her. “Fuck!” he gasped, dimly aware of Trea’ks voice rising into her own climactic cry and the pulsing clenching of Naera’s sex indicating that she too had reached her own release as his shaft pulsed, filling the chef with cream.