Integration and orders

Dustin and Sammie had gone three more rounds before the pilot reached her limit; at that point Dustin fetched them both a drink and deeply enjoyed the sight of his lover spread-eagled on the bed, sweat glistening on her skin and her usually tidy braids scattered around her head like a halo in the aftermath of their fucking. Re-hydrated and curled up, they’d dozed off with Sammie murmuring something about being glad of the contraceptive, while Dustin finally had enough of his thinking being done by something other than his dick to ponder what the woman in his arms had meant by him having to deal with fallout from Rye if he’d taken his pilot’s ass.

The pair woke late and sticky the following morning. Sammie groaned as they separated and sat up. “We don’t fuck ‘til I’m so tired I can’t take a shower afterwards again.” She decided, struggling out of bed and wincing as she did so. “Also, wishing I’d not had so much of a dry spell before jumping straight into marathon sex; good sore, but still a little sore. Grab me a coffee while I go shower, would you?”

Dustin obliged, then he too needed a shower, and so it was well past breakfast when they opened the door to his bunk and stepped out into the ready room - and into the gaze of multiple women. “They showered first, I win.” Emely was the first to speak, pointing to Dustin and Sammie’s wet hair and grinning at Rye as she did so.

The bunny girl shrugged, then nodded. “All right, Emmz. Fair’s fair, ya called it. Meli, Emmz is coming with ya and I’m sitting out.” Dustin glanced around at the exchange as the Velca woman nodded and replied to the other woman. “Of course. I am able to hear things when you and Emely are talking right next to me, love. In any case, come along Emely.”

The brunette stood, and walked over to where Dustin and Sammie had paused in the entrance to the room. “Follow me please, Sammie. We need to get better acquainted over breakfast.” Meli said, gesturing to the ambassadorial bedroom. “Naera’s set up a folding table in there for you so we can talk properly.” The Velca’s words were caring in tone, but despite that Dustin saw a look of concern flash over his newest lover’s face for a moment before Sammie nodded and took Meli’s offered hand.

Emely joined the pair at that point, already speaking as she approached “and while you’re talking, I’m going to… apologize, for being so mean when we first met. I know it doesn’t matter, but you’re one of us now so I want to make sure we’re all on good terms.” Dustin saw the look in the fox girl’s eyes and did his best to restrain his grin. He hoped Sammie could manage to talk and eat whilst being eaten; if he judged Emely right she was planning on sitting under the table rather than around it, and his pilot did actually need to have breakfast.

For his part, he sank into his seat with a contented sigh. Naera set a tray of food down in front of him, before squeaking as he pulled her in for a kiss. Breaking away a moment later, he raised an eyebrow at the doctor sitting opposite, the taste of mint stronger than he’d expected on his tongue. “You ladies had fun this morning?” The plant woman beside him blushed, and the Queri medic’s face flickered with the green fronds of emotion for a second before she nodded and replied. “Yes. I… may have gone overboard with Naera last night, and she insisted on repaying the favour.” At that moment, a sudden lusty cry of “oh fuuuuck!” from the ambassadorial bedchamber made Bleu break into a smile. “I had a very enjoyable time eating my breakfast, much like Sammie appears to be doing.”

Dustin tucked into his own breakfast at that point, before feeling a tug on his trousers. Glancing down and breathing in quickly as a warm mouth engulfed his shaft, the presence of golden hair let him know who had opted to give him the oral-and-breakfast treatment too. Rye took her time, her throat engulfing him as he ate; this was intended to be enjoyable, not to get him to a rapid climax - although the steady massaging of the bunny girl’s insides worked their magic well enough.

Setting his knife and fork down as he finished his meal, Dustin leaned back and gave a contented sigh as the ministrations of his chief engineer tipped him over the edge. No white-hot orgasm wiping his senses this time, just a steady enjoyable pulsing in his loins as his seed spilled down her eager throat; a moment later he felt her tuck him back into his trousers as she slipped out from under the table, licking her lips as she did so.

“That should keep ya going for today, Dusty. Thanks for the snack.” She said, before letting herself be pulled into his lap for a hug. Dustin glanced over at the only other woman present not to have interacted with him yet. “You’ve been quiet today, Trea’k. Is everything alright?” The Vex’ess woman nodded demurely, setting down her tablet and looking at him. “Indeed, my mate” she began, before pausing as another near-orgasmic cry came from the ambassadorial quarters. “I had merely been in discussion with Yril’k regarding which staff to enrol on her new fitness program first after we have tested it. She opted to dine early and then leave so as not to cause Sammie any discomfort this early in your mating.”

Dustin nodded at that, smiling at his lovebug before turning his attention back to Rye. “You know, Rye, Sammie said something strange about you last night…” he began, but was interrupted by two things. First of these was Sammie, bottomless and flushed with her hair all messed up arriving in the entrance to the ambassadorial quarters flanked by Meli and Emely; the Velca in a similar state of undress while the redheaded fox girl was completely naked. The second, and far less appealing interruption in that precise moment was a chime from the speakers and Sola announcing that they had just received a text-only transmission from Earth containing new orders.

Pausing only to kiss his wife and submissive as they walked past him to their own seats - and note that Emely’s mouth tasted of more than just the flavour of one of his lovers - Dustin reached past Rye to tap the console. As the system brought up the orders, the bunny girl scrambled out of his lap, seemingly glad of the distraction from the conversation he’d tried to start Dustin thought, given the way she flashed a friendly glare at Sammie as she moved.

Any thoughts of diving into what was going on there (or building on the implications of the taste of other women’s climaxes on Emely’s lips) were shelved by the information that now displayed on Dustin’s screen. Orders from EarthGov and Star Command jointly; that was unusual. The wording was carefully chosen too - he was pretty sure they were phrasing things to try and get them across without alerting their enemies on the council. The gist of the orders though was more or less as he’d expected.

A courier ship would rendezvous with the Solar Ascent in the system they’d tracked the monster leaving from; he was to hand over any reports and some junk artifacts Flass had given him as plausible cover for why he’d need to use a ship to send messages home, then follow the creature’s trail. The notable difference from his own plans however was in the orders coming from EarthGov. While Star Command were concerned with the upcoming conflict, the human government didn’t want to lose sight of the human desire to be explorers, or his role as ambassador.

Therefore, the excuse for jumping into the unknown would be a simple one - as they were now allowed to go out into the wider galaxy courtesy of their promotion to proctors, humanity would follow the early edicts to try and find new species. Just as the l’Adra had done for them, if they encountered suitable sapient life, they’d be able to uplift them into the galactic community. Reading between the lines, Dustin could see the thinking there. Anyone that humanity uplifted would be more inclined to listen to humans regarding what was really going on and less to the galactic net that was controlled by the council. And humanity could see a hell of a lot more weave routes than any other known species, so there was a pretty good chance of Dustin finding a lot of new allies out there in the dark.

Settling back in his chair and pondering things for a moment, he looked around at his lovers and their reactions to their new mission. Meli smiled at him; his wife was clearly excited, the scientist in her looking forward to new discoveries. Sammie had managed to shake off most of whatever Meli and Emely had done to her over breakfast and too had a grin on her face - uncharted jumps meant a lot of flying for her, and she loved to fly. Trea’k and Bleu seemed unaffected either way - demure and stoic respectively, they’d mostly turned to their own conversation by that point.

Rye was busy tinkering in a way that meant she didn’t have to meet Dustin’s eyes. He frowned; that usually meant she had something she wanted to say but wasn’t sure how to say it in his experience, so he opted to leave her be for now and approach the subject if she didn’t say anything in a day or two. Naera looked nervous, but gave him a thumbs up when he asked if she was okay with their new travel plans. And Emely… had vanished. He looked around the room once more, unsure how the redhead had given him the slip when another tug on his trousers made him look down.

Red hair peeked out from under the table as the fox girl grinned up at him. “I know Rye already helped you out, but you shouldn’t be stressed when you’re making decisions, sir.” She said, before adding “besides, if we’re going into the unknown who knows when I’ll get the chance to do this at the breakfast table again.” Dustin pondered that thought, even as he tangled his fingers in her hair. She wasn’t wrong; while they’d always all make time for each other emotionally and physically, there was a good chance they’d be very busy very soon. Opting to live in the moment, he leaned back and gently but firmly moved his submissive’s mouth down his shaft. Yes, right now he should just enjoy what he had got - and judging by the excitedly happy purrs coming from the throat wrapped around his cock, he wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves.