♥ Four ways ♥

For the first time ever Dustin found himself being carried rather than carrying a partner into the bedroom. Trea’k had pulled back from his kiss after a few moments and had inclined her head towards the sealed wall to the ambassadorial bedchamber; as Dustin spoke the words to open it, the insect woman had reached down and swept him literally off his feet. As his soon to be lover carried him seemingly without effort across the threshold Dustin vaguely remembered that some bugs on Earth could lift several times their own bodyweight - and for a moment the idea of Trea’k carrying the rest of his lovers in her arms flashed into his brain.

Filing that away to ponder for later, he smiled up at the woman holding him as she walked to the centre of the room and halted before gently settling him back down. As soon as he was standing, her hands moved up and began worrying at the buttons on his formal attire. Dustin was all too happy to let his bug undress him, reaching out while she did so to undo the delicate clasps holding her elegant top on. Whatever manner of structural fabric was involved in that particular garment seemed all too happy to be released; with the clasps undone the top popped wide as her cleavage spilled out and the Vex’ess woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Stepping back to finish removing his own garment after the Vex’ess had finished undoing all the buttons before hesitating, seemingly unsure of how to continue, Dustin was all too happy to watch Trea’k finish stripping off the clothes she wore on her upper body. It was then he realized something, hesitating with his trousers half-undone. “Trea’k?” He said, slowing down the speed with which he was stripping. “Yes, Dustin?” came the soft reply. “How… Umm… I mean, you don’t wear any clothes on your lower body, and I’ve never seen… So, you know how mammals err…”

Trea’k’s laugh was like spiced wine, a half-purring chatter tickling his brain in all the right ways. “I take it you wish to know how we may be intimate, or rather, where my intimate areas are as our forms remain very different despite my… adjustments for humankind?” He nodded, eyes roaming over the beauty in front of him and drawing a light blush from the Vex’ess envoy. “I do not wear clothes below the waist because of the Vex’hana; it is probably easiest if I show rather than tell.” With that, the woman in front of him ran one hand gently down her front, pulling his attention from her smile and chest. As the hand dipped lower and moved between her front legs she splayed her fingers, gently teasing them over the ridged chitin plate that covered the gap between her limbs.

With the faintest ripple of musculature underneath, the plate split cleanly; parting and sliding to the side like doors to reveal a soft mound of flesh. Trea’k ran one hand over the glistening fold in the middle of the area, gasping softly at the sensation as her fingers traced the edges of her cunt. “We… ahh… we do not need clothes because we have our plates, the Vex’hana, to cover ourselves. For three of my holes at least, that is the case.” As she concluded her explanation, Trea’k brought her fingers up to her mouth and ran her tongue lightly across them, the display of eroticism for his benefit nearly making Dustin lose the ability to count.

One thing she had said stuck in his subconscious however, and his brain worried at it even as her cleaning of her hand dragged a chunk of his blood to his nether regions. As she let her hand drop and smiled at him, it finally clicked. “Three holes? You don’t have any chitin on your mouth do you?” he asked. Trea’k nodded, then stepped closer, leaning down to kiss him once more. He was aware of the heat from her sex against his boxers, the last item of clothing either of them had on, and the slight aftertaste on her lips that promised him much should he go down on her later. Breaking the kiss with smouldering eyes, the woman in front of him ran a hand down his chest. “As envoy I have four total. My mouth - although forgive me in this Dustin, but I do not wish to use that for more than kissing right now. I have been waiting so long for us to get to this point.”

Her hand snaked to the waistband of his underwear, and her voice grew huskier with her lust. “My cunt, which you have seen; an envoy adaptation, not something I needed as a queen. It is… new. And needy.” Dustin felt the warmth of her fingers slide lower still, slipping inside his boxers to wrap around his cock. “My ass; Meli tells me you enjoyed taking her there and…” she hesitated, stroking his cock softly a time or two before continuing “…I am aware of a lot of new nerve endings in that region. My current form is unique, but the memories the overqueen has given me and some personal experimentation suggests that it would be quite enjoyable for me as well. And finally…”

Trea’k’s hand slowed, her eyes suddenly looking worried. Dustin blinked as the sudden reduction in stimulation allowed some of his brain to resume functioning properly. “What is it, lovebug?” he asked, the nickname Rye had idly given Trea’k a week or so ago rolling off his tongue surprisingly naturally. The woman shook her head slightly and resumed her stroking, her voice more refined and less husky but no less lustful as she continued. “Apologies, my insecurities play on me. The final option would be my…” the translation system failed, Trea’k’s voice coming through as a series of chitters. She grimaced and shook her head once more before trying again. This time the system worked “…ovipositor. I don’t think it’s quite the right word as it is fully a internal organ, but you get the picture. If I lay eggs as a queen, they come out of there. It is… an insectoid part, so I understand if you would be unwilling to consider it.”

Dustin blinked as he tried to process the woman’s words before replying. “I don’t mind - but you would like to…?” Trea’k cut in quickly, her hand speeding up with her words and rapidly bringing the risk that she would not get any of the penetration she seemed to desire. “Not for our first time, but if you are alright with the idea then yes, it is quite hygienic and there are many, many nerve endings throughout that I believe would make it memorable for me. I discussed it with Meli and she said to raise it with you. I believe she said that I should tell you that there is a good chance that it will… oh, what was it she said again?”

The woman continued her rapid stroking of his cock, the speed of her arm making her breasts ripple in Dustin’s vision. “Trea’k” he started to say, wanting to warn her how close she was making him lose control. Looking back down from where she had been gazing at the ceiling to try and remember Meli’s comments, the Vex’ess woman realized what he was saying and stopped, pulling her hand back and blushing. “My apologies, Dustin. I did not realize…” Dustin did his best to ignore the churning complaints from his balls about the sudden halting of what had been an exhilarating handjob as he pulled her in for another kiss before explaining. “I only stopped you because you seemed like you wanted to do things together and you jerking me off into my underwear doesn’t really feel like what you want. On which note, what do you want?”

As he said that, he took a moment to drop and step out of his last remaining garment, cock springing up as he did so and momentarily seeming to take Trea’k’s ability to speak. Biting her lip to regain focus, four eyes flicked up from his member to his face before the insect woman spoke again. “I would like it all. I would like you all as well - I have been speaking with the others and… no, that can wait. For now, I want you to take what you have given me. Although, given the angle it might be easier if I gave it to you?”

Dustin glanced down at the woman’s sex before reaching out to run his fingers lightly across her lower lips. Trea’k gave a low hiss of delight as he did so, her wetness evidence that despite the sometimes oddly technical discussion they had just had, she was still very horny for him. Glancing around, Dustin grinned before reaching up to take the woman’s hand and lead her over to one of the sofa-like raised areas. Settling himself down, he pulled her forward; Trea’k stepping her front legs up on the sofa on either side of him. In any other situation, having a large spider-like creature half standing over you might have been terrifying. Having one do so while their cunt was virtually dripping with need on the other hand… Trea’k leaned down, kissed him and bent her front legs, lowering her sex until the pair let out mutual gasps as his cock kissed her folds. Breaking their lips apart, she reached out and took his face in her hands. “This is your final chance to say no, Dustin. I will understand. But after this, I will be yours as you will be miiiiii…” Trea’k’s voice rose into a cry of pleasure as Dustin placed his own hands on her sides to keep the angle and bucked his hips up, driving his length into her.