♥ Welcome party (Part 5) ♥

Dustin smiled as his submissive and butterfly lined up, two perfect backsides side by side. “Actually, faces down if you…” he began, before both women instantly dropped to rest their heads on their folded arms, the adjusted angle and slight slide forward making their cunts even more visible as his cock stirred back to full hardness.

Not for the first time feeling grateful for his relationship with Rye for reasons besides his deep love for the Rabyth woman, Dustin slowly dragged his cock up between the legs of first one woman and then the other. Emely let out a soft, needy whine as he pulled away, while Aricia sighed contentedly - before squeaking as he repositioned and pressed forward.

The cold of the butterfly woman’s interior took a moment to get used to - so when he then pulled out and switched to his submissive, Dustin gasped. He’d underestimated what the sensation would feel like - the heat and warmth contrasting with the slick cool as he alternated between his lovers, both women moaning before he heard the sound of lips meeting and their cries of pleasure grew muffled.

Over their backs, he could see that Emely had leaned in, her short red hair a stark contrast to the silvery-blue length of Aricia’s as the two made out. As his thrusts continued to alternate, the butterfly girl was the next to move further - unfolding one of her arms, not to tease her own sex in between Dustin’s attentions, but to reach across to play with her fellow haremette.

Emely’s shocked whimper was rapidly followed by a moan from Aricia as the Feliax woman returned the favour, and soon both of them were trembling beneath him as fingers blurred just below where he alternated his thrusts.

To Dustin’s immense delight, the combination of hot to cold to hot was not only extremely stimulating - it was also different enough that despite the tightness of the women he felt he could keep up his enjoyment of their bodies for quite some time. Even when Emely half-slumped, breaking the kiss to whimper “oh Sir!” as her walls fluttered around him it wasn’t enough to tip him over the edge. Instead, he thrust into her a few more times to allow her to ride out the remainder of her orgasm before switching back to Aricia.

With Emely panting in the aftermath of her release, he was a little firmer with the butterfly girl. Just as Emely shakily returned her body to the position he’d ordered, eager to please her Sir, Aricia’s climax hit. Cool walls clamped down around him while her wings fluttered violently in his face as the butterfly woman trembled and moaned hoarsely into the mattress. Again, Dustin kept his cock buried in the woman in front of him, allowing her every moment of satisfaction from her climax before he swapped again.

The question of where to cum didn’t arise until both women had been through another crescendo each. As if reading his mind, Emely glanced back over her shoulder, taking a moment in between kissing Aricia to speak in a lust-drenched voice. “Cum in her, Sir… god, I want you in me, but… fuck, but it’s their party. And… fuck, she should get used to oh god used to it in case she wants to…”

Having his submissive hint at the idea of him breeding the woman she was sharing his cock with did a lot to bring Dustin to the edge. Aricia clenching before he thrust inside her again so that his cock had to half-**** it’s way into a channel far tighter than before did the rest. As the Lieviran giggled that her plan had worked, Dustin sank to the hilt inside her, grinding his hips in to hers as his seed flooded out of him in ragged pulses.

Lunch being served in the showers was a new experience for Dustin. Emely had explained in the aftermath of his time with her and Aricia that they’d set things up that way in case people wanted to keep going in the bedroom while others were hungry or cleaning up. It’d keep the groups from becoming too separated, which made some kind of sense to Dustin. “Rye deactivated the showers in this half,” Emely added, mouth half-full of sandwich as she gestured to the far end where Naera was busily washing her face “…and we turned on the ones over there by the baths.”

Dustin nodded, munching on the buffet that his shortstack chef had provided. The food did a lot to refuel him; he was pretty sure with hours left to go that the women weren’t done with him yet. His hunch proved right.

As soon as it looked like he was done eating, Sammie approached him. “Before we head through to the baths for the afternoon’s entertainment captain, I was wondering if you would… y’kno, if you fancy…” Seeing his pilot blush made Dustin raise an eyebrow, at which the dark skinned woman sighed and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the half of the room where water fell from the ceiling like rain.

As the warm droplets dripped off her braids, Sammie turned back to him. “I saw the way the others are looking at you, captain. If I don’t get some now, I’m not getting any today - and while I love the ladies….” She paused, glancing at Bleu before giving a shiver and grinning “…and I really love what they can do, there’s a time and a place for everything, and right now I kinda want it to be the time and place for your dick.”

Dustin chuckled, pulling the only human in his intimate circle in to an embrace. “Of course. Umm… where do you want it?” he grinned at her as he said it, earning himself a gentle punch on the chest. “In the usual place, asshole. By which I mean my cunt, and not back there, before you make some wisecrack. Just ‘cos this whole orgy thing has Trea’k and Rye feeling in the mood for anal and Emely brought enough lube to keep a porn studio going for a year doesn’t mean we all want you spearing our backsides. Just sit and let me ride you?”

In reply, Dustin sank cross legged to the floor, his cock standing to attention as Sammie lowered herself carefully into his lap. Rain dripped around them as her slick heat engulfed him, the feeling of their bodies merging drawing soft gasps from both their throats.

Sammie’s hips rose and fell, rolling her body forward and back against him as she worked her cunt over his shaft. Dustin’s hands wrapped around her, stroking her back and caressing her ass as she lifted. The dark skinned woman’s forehead pressed against his, soaking braids framing their faces on either side as she panted against him.

“God… captain… Dusty… fuck…” her breathing was heavy as her thighs trembled with the effort of riding him like this, their vibrations travelling to her core and making him moan into her mouth as they captured each other’s lips in a kiss.

The shower around them faded, the sounds of their other lovers entangling once more drifting away as they lost themselves in each other for what could have been a day or just a single moment - before Sammie threw back her head, her hair whipping water across the floor as she cried out in release. Slumping forward into his arms, her moans continued as her cunt clenched and relaxed around him, milking him as she rode out her climax.

Dustin held her close, before slowly starting to lift her - just enough that when he let her fall again the sensation made them both moan. Sammie’s head rested on his shoulder, her body hot against his. “Fuck… Captain… Close again… so close…” she panted, her body trembling as he brought her back to the edge she’d just spilled over.

This time, when she came it was with a soft gasp, her arms locking tight around his back as if she thought he’d somehow vanish otherwise. Dustin’s own release joined hers, pulsing walls being rapidly painted with spray after spray from his cock deep inside the pilot’s heat. In the aftermath, Sammie looked up at him, her usual bravado utterly lost in the intensity of her orgasm. “Captain… I love you.” The words came out softly - for a moment, Dustin wasn’t sure he’d heard them or not.

Sammie bit her lip, then nodded and repeated herself a little louder. “I love you Dustin. And… I love all of us. But… I love you.”

Dustin leaned forward, resting his head against Sammie’s. “I love you too, Sammie,” he said softly. Before he’d launched into space on his mission, loving even one person had seemed like enough to fill his life. But the more time he spent with all his women, the more obvious it was that he couldn’t help but love them all - just as they couldn’t help but love each other.

This was a fact that was made obvious a moment later when Meli’s arm draped over Sammie’s shoulders from one side, while Emely’s wrapped around her from the other. Golden hair draped over Dustin from behind, Rye’s arm resting on his shoulder, while Trea’k’s breast rested against his cheek. “We all love ya too, ya workaholic.” Rye said, grinning. Then she pulled back, turning to the rest of the women gathered. “Goes for you lot too of course. So… we’ve still got hours to go. Do ya need a minute Sammie? None of us would mind if…”

Sammie’s face came up so fast her braids almost caught Dustin in the eye. The bravado was back - although with a tender smile underneath that caught at Dustin’s heart. “Don’t try and get out of everything you got planned just because I got a bit soppy, bun-bun. It’s not like Dustin’s never fucked you stupid. Alright people, is this an orgy or not? Who wants to help ‘clean’ me up?”