He came here for his sister, Oktavia.

Captain Kelsen didn’t have to look away any longer. Wordlessly, his gaze locked onto Oktavia’s own purple-tinted eyes, already widening with surprise- though he’d wandered a bit to get there, her ample curves taking a second to mentally trace. Even if she made no indications of shock or dislike, she was still nervous.

Nervous and in awe, given where her eyes were focused. As he approached her, she looked lower, never once losing track of it, barely even blinking. Dim red lights against her creamy, pale skin were scarcely the sole reason for her sudden flushed appearance, and though she opened her mouth to speak, no words escaped her lips.

That was fine, he could still do the talking with his big throbbing dick.

“This is what you wanted, right? Inspection and maintenance is your job, so go right ahead.”

Technically speaking, that was actually Irene’s job, but that was the last thing on either of their minds. Oktavia was the taller one of the two, which meant there was a particular satisfaction in watching her drop, slowly and carefully, to her knees. He had expected her to stop there, enough of her sinful softness on display from such a high angle, with only the swell of her enormous breasts enough to block the view of her absurdly wide hips- but she kept going.

All the way to the floor, in fact, folding her hands near Kel’s feet, bowing as deeply as her frame would allow. Dark hair fell about at all angles, drawing attention to her bare back and shoulders despite being wholly unable to cover the sheer heft of her breasts just below, their sheer mass pressed between floor and body in equal measure.

For such a radical girl, she’d adopted the most traditional posture; a dogeza.

It was enough to send a powerful, world-shaking pulse of arousal up his spine, bringing him right back to all that time spent in his personal quarters, on the absolute edge of losing his mind in a sea of arousal. Mercifully, the moment didn’t last as longer than his tattered, exhausted willpower could allow for, Oktavia rising and looking up at him.

“I’m soooo sorry for being such a naughty tease, big brother~” Wasn’t she older? Oktavia couldn’t hide a smugness tugging at the corners of her mouth, drawing a smile from them. Was it her own brother’s wild, barely-restrained hunger, or the bestial throbbing of that massive pole between them? From this angle, his dick cast a noticeable shadow across her face, and he couldn’t help but spill precum all along her back.

Rather than let any more of his cloudy lust go to waste, she leaned back, catching the latest heavy drop on her tongue. As backed-up as he was, even that much would offer a sample of his taste- however faint and dilute it was. More than enough to make her lust after the real thing, not that she wasn’t already.

“Well, in my professional opinion… You’ve let the pressure get way too high. So high that there’s no careful way to do this… You’re lucky I have just the thing for the job.”

As nice as it was to have his sister eye-level with his dick, it was considerably nicer to have her just a little higher than that. She took each of his hands by the wrist, practically pulling him down as she pressed them into the enormous expanse of her warm breasts- each of his hands sinking in completely, pinned in place by her own.

That wasn’t the only way in which her obscene breasts enveloped him. Their sheer size was only emphasized further when pressed together, but his mischievous sister intended to treat far more than just his eyes. All she needed to do now was lean forward, slowly, Kel’s precum-soaked shaft already more than lubricated enough to slip right between her breasts.

His legs quivered the moment he was hilted deep inside such doughy softness- though his hands took a more firm, dominant grasp of Oktavia’s breasts, pressing them further together and lifting from below. Without the need to guide him any longer, her own hands disappeared somewhere beneath her.

Kel didn’t need to see what she was doing- not that he could, with so much boob in the way. The tighter he held on, the more intense the sensations wracking his entire body- and the stronger those got, the harder it was to stay standing. The shivering and quaking coming from Oktavia as she tended to certain desires of her own matched the exertion of his own body, and for a moment, his senses were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Oktavia on offer. No matter how much he kneaded, squeezed, or thrust, there was always more piping-hot, plush softness ready to accommodate.

He’d have felt like he was lost at sea- or maybe, stuck in some sort of electronics-disabling nebula- if not for the blinding pleasure and mounting climax winding tighter and tighter in his core.

He was going to fucking drown Oktavia at this rate, and the thought only made his thrusting that much more powerful and furious. He was going at it with such passionate intensity that one would think he was trying for a child- and on an instinctual level, that was probably true. His balls were more than happy to produce buckets for his hyper-efficient, industrial-grade milking machine, after all, and this was far closer than that ever could be.

Closer… but slower. If Kel’s brain hadn’t been so overwhelmed by the sensation of being buried balls-deep in Oktavia’s cleavage, so awash with satisfaction and pleasure that the slower pace was only a bonus, he might have noticed Irene’s growing boredom at the scene unfolding before her- or, more importantly, her sudden absence.

That wasn’t entirely true, either. Now, she was directly behind him.

“If you take much longer, there’s a 37% chance that you will actually drown her. To think you’re so addicted to that machine that even this can’t get you off… Here, let me help.”