♥ Cleaning up ♥

They hadn’t bothered to change out of their workout clothes. A hasty order to Sola had their previous outfits re-routed via a delivery drone to the ambassadorial chambers, while the pair did their best to walk fast without breaking into an actual sprint as they scurried back from the gym. Before now, Dustin had been cautious about moving too fast with the new ladies - but two things had changed.

Firstly, the intimate time he’d shared with Defia had shown that things would likely work out alright if he let them move a little faster. And secondly, this time around he’d made a decision. They’d been in public, in the gym - he could have rebuffed Yaerwen, told her it wasn’t the time, that he wasn’t ready yet. He hadn’t. He’d answered her attempt to rile him with an offer of a shared shower and an invitation to enter his chambers, and so he marched briskly back with clear intentions regarding the woman walking alongside.

The ambassadorial quarters were thankfully empty when they arrived a little while later. While he’d been serious about the risk of others joining, and shared Yaerwen’s opinion that it’d be fine if it happened, Dustin couldn’t help but want to be alone with his new partner for their first time together. It was, after all, kind of traditional now.

Stepping into the ambassadorial bedchamber prompted an impressed whistle from the amber-haired woman, before she hurried to catch up with Dustin who’d not stopped striding across the room towards the showers. Stepping inside, he glanced at the beaded curtain that led through into the bath chamber and paused. “We can shower, or we’ve baths if you prefer?” He asked, trying to decide what would be best in the circumstances.

Yaerwen made the decision for him. Tugging her sports top up over her mane and head before throwing it into a corner, she pulled him close and kissed him rather seriously. “Shower. Cleans quicker, less spilling water everywhere if we get… enthusiastic,” she murmured as she broke the kiss, then bent to start unlacing her running shoes.

Dustin froze for a moment, still lost in the feeling of her mouth on his, then shook his head to clear it and joined her in stripping. As the last of their clothes were tossed out of the way, he gave the series of whistles to turn on the water. The Hoxx woman froze as what felt like warm summer rain began to cascade from the ceiling, a moment’s discomfort at the unexpected nature of the showers fading into a contented purr as she arched her back beneath one of the stronger sprays.

The presence of soap-suds as she cleaned did little to calm Dustin’s rising attraction to Yaerwen. He noted idly as he worked up a lather on his own legs that her tops, be they the usual wrap or her sports gear, did a lot to restrain her chest; now that she was topless, she was far more obviously endowed than she usually appeared.

Catching him looking, Yaerwen grinned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out so that the shower water sent trails of suds sluicing off her flesh. “Like what you see?” She chuckled, adding “usually these things just get in the way, but they do have their advantages occasionally.” Turning, she arched further, resting her crossed arms on one of the nearby walls. “We done cleaning up now? I’d kind of like to continue my workout…”

The sight of the Hoxx’s round backside accompanied by the way the light glittered off the water as it ran from her mane down to the curve of her hips was far too much for Dustin to resist. Stepping forward, he ran a hand down her spine, tracing the curve of her back before his fingers dipped lower to align their sexes.

Yaerwen glanced back over her shoulder and frowned. “Wrong hole, Dustin. I hope that’s because of the physical differences between our species that Bleu told me about, and not because you want to jump straight to anal for our first time. Not saying it’d never be on the cards but…” She reached down and adjusted the angle of his cock higher before wriggling backward, causing them both to gasp as he slipped into her warm heat.

Dustin leaned forward to kiss her back. “Wasn’t intentional. Sorry, should have paid more attention to the briefing; all the women I know who can’t change their form usually have their holes the other way around - the front one is their cunt and…” He cut off, panting as the woman in front of him clenched with a tightness that made his knees go weak.

The amber-haired woman chuckled as she relaxed her muscles, only to gasp out in turn as Dustin thrust firmly onward, his hands gripping her waist as he drove himself into her. Yaerwen leaned forward, resting her forehead on her crossed arms where they remained pressed against the wall, seemingly content to just enjoy the sensation of being repeatedly filled.

For his part, Dustin rocked his hips slowly, enjoying the tightness around him. A tightness that dragged his thoughts back to conversations he’d had with the Hoxx woman previously, causing his hips to stutter. “Yaerwen?” he panted between thrusts, suddenly concerned but equally not wanting to stop something the woman in front of him was clearly enjoying “…is this… this isn’t your first time, right?”

Yaerwen pushed back off the wall, drawing a moan from each of them as her sex drove down further onto Dustin’s cock. Glancing over her shoulder, she shook her head. “Fuck no… I like you a lot, Dustin, but Emely gave me a briefing… fuck, right there… a briefing about you humans and your weird hang-ups about that… oh FUCK!” She dipped her head, and Dustin suddenly found himself struggling to remain upright as she let out a whine, her cunt clutching at his shaft like a silken fist as she abruptly came.

Resuming her rocking back and forward onto his cock a moment later, albeit somewhat more shakily and requiring Dustin’s grip on her waist to help her maintain balance, Yaerwen gave a blissed out giggle and continued “…we have something similar to your concept of virginity, but it’s more a rite of passage than anything else. Doesn’t have… fuck me, that’s deep… doesn’t have to be just a cock either, mine was… fuck… gonna… I’ll tell you later, just don’t fucking stop!”

Her panting moans turned feral as the athletic woman practically threw herself backwards, Dustin’s hips meeting hers with a rhythmic slap as she gasped, panted and then arched her back once more, eyes rolling up in her skull as her thighs trembled through another orgasm. Almost her entire weight dropped onto Dustin; he struggled and failed to hold her up as the shower water fell like rain all around them… but just about managed to ensure their inevitable tumble to the floor was controlled and ended with him on his back, the Hoxx woman lying on top of him with his shaft still buried in her slick channel.

Rolling her hips and drawing a groan from Dustin, Yaerwen panted as she recovered from her release and their collapse. “Alright, Dustin… That’s twice now… you gonna fill me up too, or…?”

Her words stirred him back into motion, slowly grinding his cock into her cunt as she recovered enough to shakily sit upright and begin to lift and drop her hips. The sight of her ass slowly bouncing on his cock in reverse-cowgirl did a lot to accelerate Dustin’s rapidly approaching release; the way she relaxed and clenched her powerful muscles on each bounce felt like she was milking his shaft, whilst despite the slick wetness and his brain knowing he was buried in her cunt, his hind-brain refused to believe he wasn’t claiming her backdoor based on the visual angle of their fucking.

It was, naturally, only a matter of time. Yaerwen dropped her weight a little too quickly, clenched a little too hard - and Dustin’s walls broke. Slipping his hands down from her waist to grab her hips with a groan, he held himself buried deep inside her as his cock pulsed. Above him, the Hoxx woman let out a satisfied moan of her own, one last tiny climax (at least, compared to the others) rippling through her body as he filled her.

Once they’d separated and gotten their breath back, Dustin rather shakily retrieved bottles of juice from the automat, feeling that more than just minimal hydration was in order. The pair sat, leaning against the wall as the warm shower water rained down over them; Yaerwen resting a hand contentedly on her stomach as she stared across the room.

“Do we get to fuck in here a lot? ‘Cos I’m seeing a lot of advantages of a room full of soapy naked women and no real downsides.” The Hoxx woman’s tone was light, and she chuckled as she reached down to experimentally trace a finger across her folds. “So, I’m not a ‘virgin’,” she added, making air-quotes around the human term as she continued “but it has been a while. Hope you don’t mind if that’s it for the day. Think I’ll be sore otherwise, what with the workout as well.”

Dustin nodded, wrapping an arm around her. “It’s fine. Don’t want you to get any… physical… issues…” his voice trailed off, his eyes suddenly locked on her stomach. Yaerwen followed his gaze, then proceeded to shove him in the ribs while laughing.

“Your face. Seriously, Dustin? You got so used to just fucking ladies raw that you didn’t even think this time, huh? Guess I should be flattered, though Defia told me she got to feel you bare too so… Anyway, relax. Bleu made sure we all had our reproduction locked down tighter than the armoury before we got permission to try and get it on with you. For the record, I was already on contraception before we met - but after chatting with the doc I decided to get it upgraded just in case, because you humans are weirdly compatible.” Yaerwen flicked her head to one side, water cascading off her mane before she continued. “Besides, you’re strong, and that does all kinds of things to my reproductive instinct. I gave it a few minutes thought, but like fuck am I immediately having kids with someone I practically just met. I’m not my aunt, mom or cousin, no offense.”