Luke gets some... and some more

Macha swallowed theatrically and rose from her knees, wiping the corner of her mouth with one red-nailed finger.
“Well, Captain… you seem just fine,” she whispered, still a little breathless from the more hands-on portion of her medical care.
Luke chuckled. “Then maybe you can take this thing off me?” He nodded toward the IV bag perched above his arm.
“Gladly.” Macha leaned over and fussed with the tube, detaching it from the subdermal port in his arm.

“One day, you’re going to have to explain what kind of black magic is operating inside you. Failed scientist or not, I’m curious—professionally and personally,” she added with a wistful smile.
“Maybe someday,” Luke said softly. Then he pulled her into a warm hug, wrapping his arms around the petite redhead and whispering, “Thank you. For everything.”
Macha melted into the embrace. “When the tracker went dark, I really feared the worst,” she admitted with a single sob.
“I know, baby. I know.” He stroked her hair gently.

After a moment, the mood lightened as Luke gave her rear a playful smack. “But come on—if I let myself get bumped off by some two-bit chumps, Aslög would shoot her way into the next dimension just to drag me back.”
Macha laughed through a sniffle, drying her eyes. “Sure, sure. Just... let the girls handle things for a while, alright? It’s a four-day cruise to Novaya Zemlya. Rest. Let yourself be pampered.”
Luke stretched, flexing his toned frame. “I won’t argue with that.”
“Good. Now shoo. I’ve got food to make, and I know you lot are starving.”

He stepped into the corridor, stretching his limbs. He didn’t get far before a familiar figure drifted into view. Nepthys stood there in a sheer robe that clung to her curves and offered zero mystery. Her juicy hips swayed as she spun for him, giving him a full 360-degree view on sky-high stilettos.
“I was going to take a shower, but Aslög and Ama are in there with the new girl. So, I figured I’d do laps in heels until they clear out—gotta keep the booty combat-ready,” she said, grinning wickedly.

Luke laughed and grabbed a handful of her ass while his other hand slipped under the robe to cup a full breast. He pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss; Nepthys melted into it, her small hand already wrapping possessively around the bulge in his shorts. They stayed like that for a breathless, heated moment—mouths tangled, hands greedy. Eventually, she broke the kiss to gasp for air.

“That’s commitment to looking good,” Luke grinned. “Come on—let’s see if it’s free now. You wash my back, I’ll wash yours.”
“With extra attention to detail,” she said, her eyes glittering with mischief.

They climbed the stairs and caught a glimpse of three very different backsides disappearing above: Aslög’s powerful, toned rear; Amaterasu’s plump, bouncing one; and Pinga’s tiny, almost nonexistant behind. Luke watched them go with a slight smile. He’d have to make a decision about their new stowaway soon—but not just yet.

The shower was blissfully empty now. A benefit of a fusion reactor: unlimited hot water, and thanks to the ship’s recycling systems, they did not need to worry about water consumption.

Luke stepped under the spray, but Nepthys pushed his hands away. “Let me,” she murmured, voice low and sultry. She soaped him up with exaggerated care, working every muscle and crevice with practiced hands. The contact had his engine roaring again in no time. Smirking, she squatted down, water streaming over her hair and back, and took him into her mouth. Luke groaned as he grabbed her hair and thrust into her throat, slowly at first, then harder. Nepthys made small, eager noises—delighted by the rough treatment. Her eyes watered, but she held the position, submissive and needy, as steam swirled around them. After several wet, breathless minutes, Luke pulled her upright and spun her to the wall. One hand locked around her throat, the other sliding between her thighs. She moaned and arched back into him as he slammed her against the tiles, fucking her hard enough that her cries echoed through the bathroom.

She came with a long, shuddering gasp, and slumped against him, flushed and smiling.
“Damn, I needed that,” she sighed. Luke kissed the top of her head and wrapped her in his arms, stroking her sides gently.
“You good?” he murmured. She nodded with a pleased little noise.
“Thanks for the wash… and everything.”

Later, in his quarters, Luke rifled through his wardrobe and picked out a garish pair of tropical shorts and a Hawaiian shirt covered in palm trees and suns. He admired the ridiculous combo with a smirk and keyed the intercom.
“All hands meeting in the captain’s quarters in one hour. Don’t be late!”