♥ A less normal wedding night ♥

The hour and a half had passed in a blur of soft touches, light breaths and just enjoying being close to each other. Dustin’s long term exposure to Rabyth enzyme had kicked in rapidly, his shaft hardening more or less the instant they were done with their snack break - which then lead to him pushing a giggling Sammie back onto the bed before those giggles turned into pleasured moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.

Resting contentedly with his new bride’s head on his shoulder after yet another round, Dustin glanced at the clock. “Didn’t you say you had a surprise for me about now…” he began - at which point the door chimed. Dustin blinked - who on earth would call on them at this point of the evening? Their lovers knew what they were up to and why, there were no emergencies or Sola would have alerted him… Sammie wiggled out from under his arm and stood up, running a hand through her braids before stretching in a way that diverted rather a lot of his thinking power towards thoughts of toned abdomens and soft brown cleavage.

Seeing his expression, his new wife grinned, then headed towards the door. “I did promise you a surprise, husband. Umm… I hope you’re not gonna be mad about this, but well… you know I’m big on the whole dating-lots-of-people thing, it’s why I fitted into our relationship so well.” Dustin shifted to sitting upright, wondering where she was going as she continued, “and like, I know our wedding night is supposed to be about just us, but equally… I love all the ladies too! Like I said earlier, Emely talked me out of tonight being an orgy but, I umm… I asked for some assistance from one of your existing ‘brides’ anyway...”

Dustin blinked. “Pardon?” he asked, as his pilot stood with her hand hovering over the door controls.

“I mean, I wanted us to share some of tonight. And well, Meli’s given birth not that long ago, ditto for Trea’k, and I don’t care what Bleu says about Vex’ess anatomy, I’m not comfortable with putting any extra stress on her. And Emely’s pregnant and I don’t want to have to be too careful about what we do for once sooo…” The door slid open as she finished speaking - and Rye stepped in, clad in nothing save for a set of stockings, garter-belt and lace panties that matched the ones that Sammie had lost somewhere during the previous few hours intimacy.

“Surprise, Dusty!” The Rabyth said somewhat nervously, stepping further into the room. “I umm… yea, Sammie asked and I said I’d love to join ya both but umm…”

The two women looked so sheepish about springing this on him, Dustin couldn’t help but react. Surging out of the bed, he drew them both into his arms, the press of their breasts against his side doing a lot to restore his fading stiffness as he kissed first his wife, then his pair-partner. Pulling back after her kiss, Rye still looked somewhat nervous. “Dusty… ya should know one more thing. I umm… Bleu said that, err…”

Sammie gave a snort and pushed Dustin and his bunny girl towards the marriage bed, before darting past them to lie propped up on the pillows with her legs spread. “What bun-bun is trying to say is that Bleu told us earlier today that the proceptive treatment she’d issued to counteract that contraceptive medspray has now taken full effect. You start loading our engineer up, she’ll join the ranks of the glowing and growing in no time at all.”

Rye glared at the use of the nickname - but even that couldn’t keep her from chuckling at the way Sammie’d phrased pregnancy. “Yea yea. Just because you don’t want to get preggo Sammie, doesn’t mean ya get to mock those of us that do,” the Rabyth said even as she climbed between Sammie’s thighs and lowered her head.

Dustin just stood open mouthed for a moment while Sammie tipped her head back and moved a hand to tangle in Rye’s golden hair. The engineer was clearly doing a lot of things right given the pilot’s near-instant moans of delight, and for a moment Dustin couldn’t find any words to say. “You… fuck, are you two sure?” he managed after his brain finally restarted.

Sammie managed to regain just enough of her faculties with the Rabyth’s tongue insistently probing her to nod, before gasping as Rye pulled back to speak for herself. “Yea, Dusty,” the bunny girl began, her thumb moving to replace her tongue on the other woman’s heat. “Sammie’s awesome, today is special… I’d kinda… yea, I’d like it for our first time trying to be like this. So umm… go for it, I guess?” With that, she leaned back in to her task, sending Sammie back into a panting mess in quick order.

With his new wife and pair-partner eager, any hesitation Dustin had crumbled. Climbing behind Rye, he smiled at Sammie’s flushed face before pulling the Rabyth’s soaking underwear to the side in a repeat of his earlier eager intimacy with his bride. Lining up, he pushed in slower than he would have liked, biting his lip as the hot tight heat surrounded him. He dragged out that first penetration, not wanting to thrust in so hard that Rye would push uncomfortably into Sammie, but rather allow the bunny girl to feel herself stretching around him.

Judging by the moans that emerged from between the pilot’s thighs, he had succeeded. With his shaft buried inside her, he leaned forward, gripping the Rabyth’s hips to steady himself as he began a slow roll, timing his motions with Rye’s stimulation of Sammie until both women were panting, gasps of pleasure echoing around the room.

Sammie’s hands were tangled - one in the sheets, the other in Rye’s hair as the pilot rode out an orgasm on the other woman’s tongue. Her cry of climax was mirrored by a whimpering moan from the golden-haired Rabyth as Dustin’s thrusts increased in tempo, his body pressing up firmly against her dual clits on each inward stroke. “F…fuck, Dusty… Fuck!” she managed to gasp between frantic licks, before her ability to continue stimulating the bride failed her and she just slumped forward, forehead pressed against Sammie’s mound as Dustin drove her towards her own orgasm.

If it had been earlier in the night, the Rabyth’s clenching, spasming walls would have been enough to drive Dustin over the edge as well. As it was, he pushed up against it but held on, rolling his hips to move from a hard, rapid fucking into a slower, deep intimacy that left the post-orgasmic bunny breathless and moaning. In front of him, Sammie sat back up, smiling, before slipping carefully out of the bed and moving to his side.

“That was so good, Dustin… you’re always so good to us, but I need something from you now, Mr Smith.” Her words were breathy against his ear, a lustful tone that sent tingles up his spine and made it increasingly difficult to hold back the climax he was rapidly moving towards.

“Wh…what’s that Sammie? An..anything you need, love.” He panted, wanting to please her but so close he couldn’t stop his hips from their relentless rhythm.

Dark fingers traced a line down Rye’s spine, before Sammie sank down onto her haunches beside the bed, trailing those same fingers around the other woman’s hip as she did so. A moment later, Dustin felt their light touch as she moved to stroke the place where he was buried in Rye, before shifting to tease Rye’s front clit in a manner that made the bunny girl gasp.

Staring up at him, her eyes forming two pools that filled his vision as she smiled, Sammie winked. “I want you to knock my best friend up, Dustin. Come on, cum in her… for me?”

That did it. Dustin’s groan was loud, his eyes practically rolling back as he thrust forward, crushing the pilot’s hand between his thighs and Rye’s mound. Despite having already come several times and without any Rabyth enzyme assistance, his cock was rock hard as he hilted himself inside her, muscles straining to try and force himself deeper still. Beneath him, his love gasped, her eyes flying open as a sudden climax of her own tore through her, driven by the force of the pulsing heat with which he filled her.

As he came down from that moment of intense bliss, Dustin half-slumped backwards. Rye, rather shakily rolled over and looked up at him, her hand dropping to her crotch as he withdrew. “F…fuck me, Dusty… that was…” she began, then paused, the pair turning to look at the smiling face sat next to the bed.

“That was… Hot. As. Fuck.” Sammie said in a half-whisper, before slowly rising, climbing in next to Rye and pulling the still-trembling Rabyth in for a deep kiss. “Almost hot enough to make me want to consider the idea. Almost.” She added, seeing their expressions. “Now, Dusty… Once Rye’s gotten her breath back, we can really get this party started.”

With a sigh, the bunny girl relaxed into the cushions. “Whatever you say Sammie. Though… earlier? When you were begging our man to breed me? Did you really mean it when you said I was your best friend?” To her credit, the pilot didn’t even try and hide her blush as she nodded in silent reply.