♥ A wedding consumated ♥

The shuttle engines hummed gently as they descended through the atmosphere. Their flight path had them coming down towards Contact City’s spaceport, then breaking away over the gently rolling waves of the Atlantic ocean before swinging around to a slow descent into the wilds of south Wales. The route had been chosen to avoid everyone knowing where they were going - anyone with tracking sensors would be able to follow them of course, but it would at least keep the general public from knowing where the pair (who were now according to Axworth the most famous couple on the planet) were honeymooning.

Turning to Meli as they breached the cloud layer, Dustin still couldn’t quite believe that it had happened. Had it even been a year since the knock on his door that had started everything? Winning the ambassadorial lottery had changed his life in so many ways, and a not insignificant number of them were due to the woman sat next to him, her ears fixed in anticipation as he tweaked the controls to send them skimming out across the sea.

Their landing site was a nondescript piece of countryside in the middle of the massive national park. In the aftermath of Contact City’s founding, the influx of new residents had turned the wild areas around it into an urban sprawl, and in response the old national government had (prior to it’s folding into EarthGov) expanded existing rural parks in Wales to ensure that the islands still had large areas of open nature. Camping within the parks was permitted, although shuttlecraft landing did require EarthGov authorization to prevent the places from being turned into parking lots for the rich and powerful.

Setting the shuttle down gently, Dustin leaned back in his chair and smiled. Outside, the vidscreens showed that they had come to rest near a copse of trees about halfway up a hillside. Below them in the valley floor, a stream curved away; as he pushed his chair back, Meli glanced at her own console and smiled up at him. “Sensors show the nearest people are a good ten miles away.” She said softly, before rising as he took her hand and led her gently towards the shuttle’s door. They’d timed it perfectly; being in orbit had meant they could pick what time of day to have their wedding for any given point on the planet, and now they stepped out into warm golden light from a setting sun over the rural idyll that surrounded them.

“Based on my calculations, we should have around an hour before the sun goes below the hill line” Meli mused, causing Dustin to chuckle. “Alright, I’ll get the table and chairs out then if you want to pick what we’re having for dinner.” He replied, thumbing the controls on the side of the shuttle and causing the cargo bay door to slide open. As his new wife climbed back in via the passenger entrance to search out food, he stepped to the rear of the craft and pulled the folding furniture out from where he’d slotted it a few days prior. Glancing past it, he grinned at the large bed that now occupied a sizable chunk of their vessel. The craft did already have it’s own crew quarters - a set of bunk beds to allow for long flights, but that wasn’t exactly the comfort you’d want on a trip like this. Thus, the custom-built bed.

They sat in the lee of the shuttle, eating and drinking in silence as they watched the sun slowly sink behind the hills, each just enjoying being in this place with the other. Eventually though, Dustin stretched. “We should head for bed” he said firmly, glancing up at the stars that were starting to become visible overhead. “It’s been an amazing, but also a long day.” Meli picked up their plates from the table and nodded. “It has, truly.” As she passed him on her way into the craft, Dustin added “I hope it’s not over yet though” causing the Velca to pause in the entrance. Her ears flickered a moment between delight and arousal before she turned back to him and nodded.

Two minutes later, Meli’s back slammed into the wall as they half-stumbled towards the rear of the shuttle. Her legs were wrapped around Dustin’s waist - the sudden spring she had made into his arms being responsible for their loss of balance. Her hands were tangled in his hair, their lips pressed tight together as he used one hand to help support what of her weight he wasn’t currently pressing into the smooth surface behind her while the other groped in search of the door controls. With a hiss, the door opened and he turned, both hands now on her backside to support her as he practically fell backwards into the room.

They’d only partially changed after their wedding; Dustin leaving his suit jacket back in his quarters on the ship, while Meli had kept the top but had swapped the long trailing skirt for one far shorter - which Dustin’s roving hands now slid under, tugging at her underwear as they dropped onto the bed. The Velca landed on top of him, her own hands moving to fumble with the fastenings of his trousers, a hiss of frustration escaping their kiss as she struggled with his belt. Finally getting enough of it open to slip the offending garment over his hips, she tugged both trousers and boxers down. Dustin flexed his body, helping his wife to pull his clothes far enough from his waist that his cock was freed; as soon as that was done Meli broke the kiss and sat back, one arm brushing her hair behind her head as the other swatted his hands away from her own waistband before tugging her underwear hastily to one side.

Dustin didn’t hesitate; as the woman on top of him shifted and raised herself on her knees, his hand moved to align his shaft with her lower lips. Meli dropped her weight almost the second his cockhead touched her flesh, the pair letting out a tender moan as their hips met. Slumping forward with her recently adjusted hair spilling back around him like a waterfall, Meli pressed her forehead to Dustin’s as she began to slowly rock her body along his length. His hands free from other needs, Dustin sent his fingers questing in search of the clasps that held the woman’s top on. Obscured by her hair, rising and falling with her body as she rode him he traced the length of his love’s form from hip to neck, the tenderness of his touch a contrast to the increasingly fevered motions of their hips as the pair let all the tension that had built up over the day out in this first moment of married intimacy.

With a click, the clasp at the back of Meli’s top was undone; a moment later she sat back upright, driving Dustin’s shaft deep inside her. With a groan at the feeling of being completely filled the Velca slowed her movement, shifting to a gentle back and forth rocking that kept the stimulation without driving either of them any closer to release. Sustaining their mutual pleasure, her fingers worked to unbutton Dustin’s shirt; his hands held her hips to help her balance as she undressed him. As soon as his top was pulled open, she leaned forward once more, lips locked with his as their chests met. Dustin’s hands slid around to her rear, and he bucked his hips into her drawing a gasp of delight from his wife.

Taking a firm grip on her waist, he made good use of the massive size of the bed they were on and rolled until he was above her. Tugging his shirt free and tossing it to one side, he leaned his weight forward, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the mattress as his cock began to rapidly drive home his feelings for the dark-haired woman. Meli’s moans rose in pitch, her thighs trembling as he took her; her legs snaked around his as if trying to ensure he wouldn’t stop - not that he had any intention of doing so. Their bodies worked in tandem, the rhythm of his hips being met by her own flexing of what muscles were not pinned in place as each felt the other’s release approaching.

“Meli… I… fuck, I love you!” Dustin half-gasped, half grunted as he drove himself deep inside her. Meli’s answering cry was illegible, a moaning mess halfway between Velca and English as her walls trembled around him. The meaning was clear however, and he worked to give the woman he loved everything she wanted and more, his cock driving powerfully into her as her voice lost even the semblance of actual words. Shifting to get a better position on the bed, he released her hands; as soon as she felt them freed, she dropped them to her sides, fingers grabbing frantically at the sheets before arching her back. Finally, she managed to get one word out correctly - a gasping, quivering cry of “Husband!” as warmth flooded around Dustin’s cock and the sensations of her climax pushed his own over the edge.

In the aftermath of their joint orgasm, the pair lay on the bed panting. Dustin was vaguely aware that his trousers and boxers were tangled around his ankles, but lacked the strength to do anything about it. Beside him, Meli whimpered as she tugged her own underwear down from where she had pulled them to one side. Reaching about as far as she could without moving her hips, the Velca gave a frustrated hiss and flopped back to the bed. “I’ll fix that later” she panted, before rolling over to half-flop, half-curl in to Dustin. Running one hand up his body, she tilted her head up and the amber pools of her eyes filled his vision. Leaning forward as best he could, he pressed his lips to her forehead, before wrapping his arms around her and staring back up at the shuttle roof overhead. It had been as they’d both agreed, he reflected in the remnants of the post-orgasmic glow, a truly amazing day.