Morning lovebug

Dustin awoke to a familiar warmth and wetness surrounding his cock. Keeping his eyes closed, he tried to work out which of his women was currently working on his shaft. The movements lacked the casual sheathing and unsheathing that went with Meli’s gag reflex being at the base rather than the entrance to her throat, so he ruled her out. If it’d been Emely, she’d most likely be humming happily to herself he mused, which ruled the Feliax out as the mouth hesitantly pushed itself lower once more. So Rye then? No, Rye had trained her throat to take him and wouldn’t be this unsure of what she was doing.

Reaching out to stroke the head slowly bobbing on his groin, Dustin half-opened one eye and spoke. “Good morning, lovebug. How are you feeling?” Trea’k’s eyes flickered up to meet his before she slowly allowed his cock to slip from her mouth. “Good morning, my mate. I am well, I trust you have no objections to the manner in which I have woken you?” Her hand was gently stroking his cock as she spoke, and Dustin let out a satisfied sound before blinking both eyes fully open. “None at all. I thought you’d wanted to wait to use your mouth though?”

The insect woman shrugged before leaning forward to wrap his cock in her breasts. Gently rocking them up and down so that she could continue talking she explained. “That was last night, and there was so much to do. This is the next morning, we are mated; now I feel like it. Besides, the others informed me that this would likely reassure you that I was most satisfied with last night’s encounters.” Then she blushed, lowering her head down to take his cock once more but not before murmuring “very satisfied…”

When the pair emerged into the ready room a short while later the rest of their lovers were all gathered; a chorus of good mornings followed before they were able to take their seats at the table and dig into breakfast. None of the assembled women had bothered to get dressed after the previous night’s orgy, and so Dustin found himself feeling much like some ancient decadent emperor as he ate fresh fruit and smoked meats while surrounded by his loves. The presence of so much attractive nudity did have an impact, and despite having given Trea’k a mouthful a short while ago he felt the beginnings of a stirring in his loins - seconds before the door chimed and Yril’k’s voice came over the intercom.

“Captain, my lady, colleagues, whoever is in there - Sola has the do not disturb sign on the door, but when I queried she stated that you were currently not occupied. May I come in for the post-breakfast briefing?” The assembled polycule looked round at each other at the insect warrior’s words. The entire group had more or less carried on until they’d passed out the previous night - after Rye’s double stuffing Dustin had been pretty much ready to drop but the others had been less worn out and he had fallen asleep to the sounds of the women still going at it. As a result of the late night however only minimal clean-up had happened; hunger had driven them out here rather than to the shower, and a shower was definitely needed at that point.

Giving Sola the order to flush the air in both the bedroom and ready room as soon as they were all in the shower and then show Yril’k in, Dustin and the others darted through to take care of cleaning themselves off. Emely and Rye in particular grumbled about the situation - as Dustin understood it, the pair had been the last to fall asleep and had been too tired to remember that leaving your fur drenched in a mixture of sweat and your partner’s fluids was a recipe for waking up with said fur clumped and sticking out like a badly done mohawk from random parts of your body.

Eventually clean and without any shower time sexiness given their friend was waiting the crew reassembled around the long ready room table. In her typically organized fashion, Meli had ordered clean outfits for all the women, and once dressed Emely had retrieved clean jeans and a top for Dustin while he was still towelling off. Thus, suitably attired, the group sat sipping drinks as the Velca woman pulled up their itinerary for the next few weeks. After running through it, Rye kicked her heels up onto the table and grinned. “So, a whole lot of basically nothin’ until we reach slime girl island, huh? Well that’s for the best, I’ve still got to finish tweaking habitation for when they get here, our ship’s counsellor gets to put her files in order or whatever, and we’ve all got stuff to do on the garden, right?”

Rye’s summary of the following three weeks of travel was more or less perfect. Date nights aside, Dustin and the others mostly busied themselves with their garden or with his ongoing language studies. He was getting to the point of managing conversational speech with both Meli and Rye’s native tongues; the tonal yelps of Feliax still eluded him and his one attempt at the chittering, clicking speech of the Vex’ess in those three weeks had caused Emely (who was sitting in on the lessons with Trea’k) to nearly fall off her seat with laughter while the insect woman’s four eyes had been wide with concern. When he finally got them to tell him what he had gotten wrong, Dustin then had to take the time to explain to his newest love that he had been trying to convey how glad he was he had a place in her heart, not that he wanted to taste a piece of it.

Cannibalistic mistranslations aside, the three weeks were a bucolic idyll it seemed to the crew. Working with plants while floating through space, with only the occasional round of scanning particularly interesting planets or stars on their way by - barring one occasion where in transit past a Velca-assisted colony world Meli had insisted they pause so that she could take a shuttle down to trade for some seeds for the garden. That trip had been over in under three hours, with the seedlings already doing quite well in one of the main hydroponics bays.

The idyllic life ended rather abruptly when they reached Queri space however. As soon as they dropped out of the weave in the first system Emely’s terminal lit up with incoming communication. “They’ve requested our reason for travel, captain.” She said, fingers running over the screen. “And now… they’re requesting to do a full medical scan of all the crew; one of their drone ships will be meeting us shortly to facilitate this.” Dustin shrugged at his communications officer. “Let them know we’re happy to comply and direct the drone to the nearest airlock. I’ll go first, then we’ll work through everyone else one at a time.”

Sitting in the drone ship having a large circular scanner pass over your entire body was certainly an experience Dustin thought to himself as they continued on their way several hours later. The Queri border control - the first time he had encountered borders being enforced in space - had been professional, swift, and clearly concerned about disease spread judging by the data they’d beamed back to Sola from their scanners. The Earth ship’s medbay was state of the art for humanity, but the depth of readings the Queri had been able to provide was something else according to Meli. Glad that they’d passed whatever tests were needed, the crew flew on - for once, not heading for the capital world of the species they were looking to recruit but rather for a colony planet, albeit an important one as it was the Queri’s first colony world.

The reason for this difference of destination was obvious even before they made orbit. The planet was surrounded with a half dozen orbitals, already unusual for a colony as newly established as this one - but what was more striking was that every single orbital was decorated with not just the Queri’s own crest, but also the series of green and blue lines that marked out medical facilities according to galactic council edict. “Medical research and training facilities one through six, linked to the gigantic university hospital complex on the planet below” Meli mused, looking at the zoomed in vidscreen as they moved from the jump point towards the planet. “The ideal location to acquire a ships doctor; when Emely and I contacted them to discuss our ongoing mission the Queri agreed to provide both doctor and signature on two conditions. First, that we permit them to provide the shortlist of individuals to pick from, and second that we accept that whoever we pick will be someone currently undertaking their extended research training. Basically, post graduate work to expand the Queri’s body of knowledge before settling into a more stable medical practice.”