♥ Welcome party (Part 1) ♥

The bridge was more or less abandoned as they left the surface of the Uil’l homeworld. Dustin had expected as much - apparently, Emely was pulling out all the stops to make sure that the official welcome for Aricia, Defia and Yaerwen was as good as possible. Someone senior should remain on deck during the launch, he felt, and given they’d all agreed that if they let Sammie be the one to take them out of orbit they’d never prize her out of the pilot’s seat, that duty fell to him.

As a result, he was now stood watching the departing view of the rocky surface as one of the junior officers brought Sola up and around onto the heading previously marked for their departure. As clouds obscured the view of the stony plains below and the crescent of night rose along the horizon, the officer spoke. “We’re clear of atmo and flying free sir. Should I make haste to the jump point?”

The pilot’s voice pulled Dustin out of a reverie on the events of the past few days, his thoughts snapping back to the present. “No, no need for haste, crewman. Just a steady flight - we’re in no rush for this one. ETA to the jump point should be in about twelve hours or so; don’t push us any faster than that,” he replied, getting a salute in return before his subordinate turned back to the controls.

With that business concluded, Dustin rose from his seat. Someone should really be here just in case… before he could think any further, the door slid open and Yril’k walked in. “Ah, perfect timing.” Dustin said, smiling at his security chief. “The bridge is yours.”

While Yril’k delicately settled her carapace-covered form into the captain’s chair, Dustin made his way out and down towards his ready room. Anticipation built as he passed down the brightly lit corridors, nodding at his crew as they went about their duties all around him - while he did prefer the intimacy of one on one with new people joining his relationship, the idea of an orgy with all his lovers was titillating to say the least.

The door slid open to the ambassadorial quarters and Dustin stepped inside into a riot of colour, rich smells and happy faces. Emely glanced up, almost **** as she **** the rest of a cupcake into her mouth before bounding over to him. “Finally, Sir! I was thinking I’d have to come up and drag you away from captaining… come, sit!”

Allowing himself to be half-pushed, half-dragged over to his regular seat, Dustin dropped into it, glancing around at his assembled lovers. Was he expected to say something at this point? They all seemed lost in their own conversations, and for a moment he let his gaze drift over the groups that had formed while the ladies were waiting for him.

Trea’k, Rye and Defia were forming a huddle off to one side, with the insectoid woman periodically gesturing to parts of the rogue Fractal’s anatomy. Sammie and Yaerwen appeared to be arm-wrestling, an utterly futile act on the part of the Hoxx woman, but one they both seemed to be enjoying. Aricia, Naera and Meli were looking at something on a tablet - probably photographs, he guessed, given the animated way the Lieviran was talking. Only Emely and Bleu weren’t engaged in discussion - the former because she had just seated Dustin, the latter because she was sat with her nose in a tablet.

Dustin debated going to see what had the Queri woman so engrossed, going so far as to half rise from his seat before Emely drew everyone’s attention by rather firmly tapping a fork against a glass. As the conversations fell silent, the medic set her tablet down and looked forward expectantly; Dustin guessed she’d just been killing time rather than actively being antisocial in her reading.

“Okay, everyone!” Emely began, making sure she had every eye on her before continuing, “as you all know, three of us recently joined our little relationship. Now, I know we’ve all had a chance to get to know them, but not all of us have had a chance to get to know them. And between them and Dustin it was decided that we’d hold off on a welcome party until all three had gotten to know Dustin…”

Rye interrupted. “Ya mean fuck, Emmz. Ya can say fuck, it’s just us here.” The Rabyth woman grinned from where she’d draped an arm around Defia’s shoulders, before adding “can we get to the part where we all get naked already?”

Emely frowned, tails twitching before she regained her composure. “I am trying to be respectful because you all told me you wanted this to be primarily a caring event, not a ‘who gets pounded the most’ challenge. Anyway, as I was saying, first of all, welcome to Aricia, Defia and Yaerwen…” she had to pause a moment for the cheers to settle. Dustin was shocked to see even the normally restrained Trea’k clapping along before things quietened down enough for Emely to continue. “I also asked the newbies if they had anything they wanted to do, and well… let’s let them kick things off.”

Dustin frowned. At Emely’s words, the three women had separated from their groups and begun walking towards him. “What…?” he started to ask, before Defia rather firmly pulled him and the chair he was sitting on back from the table.

“I know we don’t normally do things in the ready-room, Sir, but this is a special occasion. We’ll move once they finish...” Emely said, busily undoing her top as their three newest lovers dropped to their knees in front of Dustin. All around him, the other women had taken the cue to act; while Aricia’s deft fingers began to unfasten his belt, the wider group began to follow the fox girl’s lead and undress.

Air hit his cock a moment later as Yaerwen and Aricia worked together to tug his trousers and boxers off; as they did so, Defia reached out a hand, causing Dustin to moan as soft fingers wrapped around his length. “Statement. Unit Rye had me practice this.” The rogue Fractal’s words were the only warning Dustin got before her fingers began to slowly pulse with warmth - a cooling and raising of the temperature that sent sensation rolling across his shaft without any motion on her part.

His head tipped back and he slumped in the seat, groaning at the sudden sensation before a wet warmth around his tip added to the feeling. Glancing shakily forward, he blinked at the sight of Yaerwen’s amber hair draping across his lap, her mouth clearly taking in whatever of his cock wasn’t currently in Defia’s grasp.

The rippling warmth and wetness was already intense, the Hoxx woman opting to take advantage of the fact she was barely taking him in by using the added room in her mouth to swirl her tongue around his head in a way that made his toes curl… And then, Aricia joined in. Deft fingers stroked his balls as silvery-blue hair dipped beneath the amber, her breath hot against him before her tongue flicked out.

Dustin’s eyes rolled up as the three women worked together to stimulate him beyond the point of no return. He’d had multiple-partner blow-jobs before; with a harem of eager (if indeed not actively greedy) lovers, having two of his ladies working together to suck him off wasn’t actually that uncommon. However, he’d never had three of his women all teasing him in different ways at once like this before.

The view as the three women worked also was unusual; normally, if he’d been engaged with two of his women in a room with the others, the rest of his partners would have also paired up - but this time it was different. If his gaze dipped down, he saw red eyes looking up at him with a calculating intensity as Defia monitored the temperature fluctuation in her hand, while amber and silver-blue hair shifted and merged as the other two women moved their heads around his member.

If he looked up, on the other hand, he saw his other lovers - not engaged in lesbian trysts as he’d have usually expected, but instead all watching him, fingers restricted entirely to the heat between their own thighs. It was a lot - the sensation alone that the three newcomers were putting him through had him racing towards climax, let alone the vision of the group of women masturbating over the sight of him being indulged so.

It was Aricia that tipped him over in the end; her tongue flicked a fraction too low where he was sat slumped in his chair, slipping off his sack and drifting dangerously close to his rear. The unexpected sensation was just too much; what happened next however blew his mind. He just about managed to moan a warning before his release - and instantly Aricia and Yaerwen pulled back. As they did so, Defia’s hand finally started to move, rapidly jerking his cock with an eagerness that surprised him. The sudden change in position of the heating elements around his shaft only added to the pleasure as he bucked his hips forward, cum fountaining from his tip.

Defia, it seemed, had been chosen to be the one holding him for a reason. With the kind of mathematical precision that only someone like her could manage, she adjusted his shaft between pulses, tweaking his rod left and right. As the orgasm subsided and the void-black fingers released their grip on his cock, Dustin took a shaky breath and sat up - and then almost had to slump back down again. Three faces looked up at him with a mixture of satisfaction, arousal and affection - three faces that were also delicately and artistically decorated with his spunk.