♥ Welcome party (Part 3) ♥

As Dustin pulled shakily out of Yaerwen’s heat, he became fully aware of what was going on around him. Rye moved to take his place above the still-trembling Hoxx woman as he stepped back on somewhat wobbly legs - only for the bunny girl’s hand to grab his wrist. “Not so fast, Dusty. Ya got a lot of work to do, c’mere.” Rye paused her stimulation of Yaerwen’s body just long enough to swirl her tongue around the mix of fluids coating Dustin’s shaft, then slapped him on the ass.

Frowning at his bunny as she leaned down to resume making out with the amber-haired woman beneath her, Dustin took a moment to take in the rest of the room while Rabyth enzyme rapidly restored his fading erection. All around him, the others had arrived. Trea’k and Meli lay delicately propped up on cushions, the Velca’s pregnant stomach rising above where the Vex’ess woman’s fingers tended to her.

In another pile of pillows, Aricia giggled between Sammie and Emely, the three women alternating kisses while the Feliax and Lieviran ground against the human’s thighs. Near to that trio, Bleu was rather enthusiastically eating out Naera who she had engulfed, holding the chef upside-down inside the Queri’s body with only her head poking out. The Caenii’s eyes were rolled back so far they were practically all white; being suspended, bound and eaten out all at once had clearly pressed multiple of her buttons.

Only Defia stood alone, watching the proceedings with her head tilted to one side as Dustin approached her. “You should be enjoying the party with everyone else. Nobody would mind if you joined one of their groups, I’m sure.” He said softly, running his hand gently down the rogue Fractal’s back.

“Statement. I am aware. Addendum. I am having what I believe is know as ‘choice paralysis’. All units look equally attractive and enjoyable. Please provide direction, prime unit.” Defia’s red eyes flickered to his, her pupils glowing unusually brightly as she awaited his order.

Casting his gaze across the room one more time, Dustin took the rogue Fractal’s hand. Leading her gently, he picked his way between the writhing, moaning groups of women until he reached his wife. Meli looked up with glazed eyes, her lips still slightly open where Trea’k had just been kissing her as he approached. “Husband…?”

Dustin sank to his knees in front of his first love, one hand reaching down to caress her cheek as Trea’k shifted slightly to make room for Defia to join them. The rogue Fractal looked from Vex’ess to Velca and back again, then tilted her head to one side. “Statement. You have been focused entirely on Meli, Trea’k. Inquiry. May I focus on you similarly?”

Meli gave a whine beneath him as Dustin pressed carefully inside her. Her pregnancy was definitely making things more complex, but her libido had if anything increased; she’d more or less dragged Bleu to see him a few days prior to go over what he could do with her that remained safe in her condition. On the plus side, she was even more sensitive than usual, and coupled with the tender care she’d received from Trea’k, the Velca was soon moaning passionately beneath him as he slowly rocked in and out.

A gentle sigh of pleasure drew Dustin’s gaze temporarily away from his wife. Beside him, Trea’k had spread her forelegs to allow Defia access; the rogue Fractal kneeling penitently in front of the larger insect woman, her face pressed into Trea’k’s sex. As Dustin watched, the Vex’ess ran a hand gently over Defia’s head before stilling her arm to hold the void-black woman in place. Trea’k’s free hand reached up to grope one of her oversized breasts roughly, all of her eyes lidded as she gave a shuddering moan.

Returning to the woman in front of him, Dustin reached down and took a firm grasp on her wrists, pinning them gently against the mattress with one hand. In her condition, it was hard for the Velca woman to wrap her legs around him - but she did her best as he slowly worked their way to a tender mutual orgasm. Soft warmth enveloped his shaft, her panting cries increasing in volume as his free hand caressed her side, before she tensed up beneath him with a throaty moan.

Pulling back carefully, Dustin leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “H…h...husband… You didn’t…” Meli began, her breath still heavy with the aftershocks of her release. Dustin shrugged and moved to sit between her and Trea’k, his cock level with the Velca’s head as he leaned in to kiss the still moaning Vex’ess.

Meli clearly got the message. Bleu had made it very clear that oral of any kind was absolutely fine, and given the circumstances… Dustin panted into Trea’k’s mouth as a chitin-clad hand gripped the back of his head firmly while warm lips rapidly descended the length of his shaft.

Velca anatomy was on full display as Meli held him deep in her throat, moaning around him as her fingers slid between her legs and slowly teased at her folds. Trea’k’s grip grew tighter as she too moaned, whatever Defia was doing between the insect woman’s thighs apparently driving her rapidly towards yet another climax.

The fact that the void-black woman was all give and no take in this situation vaguely drifted through Dustin’s consciousness despite the ongoing deepthroat and needy whimpers coming from the woman he was kissing. Breaking off the kiss, he gestured to Trea’k; the Vex’ess blinked rapidly, trying to clear her head before realizing his intentions. With a frown, she firmly tugged on the rogue Fractal, pulling Defia away from her cunt.

Dustin blinked as Defia’s tongue retracted; the length coiled as it slid out of Trea’k, a slender but dexterous instrument far longer than normal that rapidly reformed into a more human looking appendage. Turning her head up to look at him, Defia managed to start saying “Inquiry. Why did unit Trea’k…” before squeaking as the Vex’ess leaned forward and lifted her, turning her upside-down and holding her close without any apparent effort. Dustin grinned, leaning forward as much as he could without dislodging Meli from her continual bobbing on his cock, helping to sandwich Defia between his torso and Trea’k’s ample breasts.

“I would appreciate it if you returned your tongue to it’s work, Defia.” Trea’k said softly, before leaning forward and dragging her own tongue across the Fractal’s lips. “Allow me and Dustin to take care of you while you…. Oh… ohhh… oh, while you do so… so good!”

Leaning forward as well, Dustin kissed Trea’k again - only this time their tongues didn’t just dance with each-other. Between them, Defia’s synthetic body offered a well of taste to add to their kiss, each dipping their heads down intermittently to lap at her folds before returning to their intimacy with each other.

Being shared between the prime unit and his mate rapidly overwhelmed Defia. Dustin noticed it first - her body softening, his chest slipping closer to Trea’k as the rogue Fractal fought to bring the Vex’ess off yet again before her own orgasm overloaded her core processes.

The other three weren’t in a much better state. Dustin’s breathing was heavy as Meli dragged her lips up his shaft yet again, her tongue flickering out to lick over his head before she plunged back down. Trea’k’s moans were picking up in pitch and tone in a way he knew all too well, while his wife’s fingers were a blur between her legs as she chased her own release.

In the end, it was Meli who came first. Her shuddering moans around his shaft proved too much for Dustin, turning into rapid gulping sounds as she drained him down her throat. As his cock pulsed inside his wife, the suddenness of it made him gasp. Where his tongue was already pressed against Defia’s sex, the **** of his orgasm now led to him pushing it inside harder than he had intended.

The result was immediate - the rogue Fractal’s tongue clearly spasmed as Trea’k’s eyes went wide, the Vex’ess practically screaming as she came, while beneath her Defia’s form almost dissolved, pooling beneath them as what parts of her remained fully coherent twitched wildly.

In the aftermath, Dustin sat panting as Meli withdrew her lips from his sex, her eyes sparkling with endorphins. Beside him, Trea’k was non-verbal, her whole body twitching gently as she recovered, while Defia tried and failed repeatedly to fully reform her body. “St…st…statement.” She managed at last, her head and torso rising out of a puddle of darkness. “That was… significantly beyond expected parameters.” The matter of fact way in which she said it was too much - Dustin couldn’t help but laugh, his chuckles rapidly leading to all three of his lovers giggling - even the rogue Fractal.

“Inquiry…” Defia managed between giggles, her reformed arms crossed beneath her breasts in a vain attempt to stop her sides shaking “…why is this so funny? Why is this happening?” Dustin shook his head, unable to explain - before an azure arm grabbed him.

“I’m sure Trea’k can explain things to Defia, Dustin. If you’re done over here for now, the chef and I require your assistance.” Bleu glanced at the other women as she spoke, checking to ensure they were okay with her withdrawing Dustin from the foursome.

Trea’k nodded, reaching out to pull Meli in for another kiss as Dustin rose, before smiling up at him. “Do return to me at some point though my mate, when you have visited all the others. I shall be in the mood for you to be behind me when you do so.” Dustin half stumbled at that; Trea’k’s cunt was between her forelimbs, so if she wanted him behind her… Seeing him glance back, Trea’k gently patted Meli’s ass and winked at him.