“Probe” Futaba

Ren let out a long sigh of relief as the tentacles released him. While floating, he considered Futaba’s question and then grinned. “I always wondered what sex in zero gravity would feel like.”

One corner of Futaba’s mouth twisted in devilish delight. “He he he!” She stretched out her arms and legs into a star-like shape. “Lemme slip into something more comfortable first.”

Necronomicon’s tentacles wrapped around her body. Some yanked off her gloves and boots, others squeezed themselves under her suit. The tentacles pulled her clothes apart, revealing Futaba’s pale and petite (for an adult) body. She adjusted her glasses while the tentacles dragged away the shredded remains of her clothes.

Ren cocked a brow. “Gotta say, you look better in a birthday-suit than a spacesuit.”

Futaba giggled. “So, you wanna have some pun-based foreplay before-?” a tentacle whipped behind her and smacked her ass, sending her sailing toward him.

Ren caught her in his arms in a manner that caused both of them to enter a slow spin in the zero-g environment. The two looked at each other, a little surprised. He recomposed himself first and said, “I think Necro wants us to skip to the action.”

She shrugged playfully. “No protests from me.”

The two pressed lips and interlocked tongues. Their hands explored and groped each other’s bodies. Her breasts rubbed against his pecs. Her flat belly grinded against his burning erection.

The make-out session continued until Joker’s urges demanded more. He broke off the kiss and whispered into Futaba’s ear, “On alien ships, it’s custom to conduct a little… anal probing.” Her face went red as her mouth curled upwards.

He twisted her around, holding Futaba’s arms behind her back. She hooked her feet to the back of his knees.

Ren caressed his cock between her buttocks, psyching himself up for the infiltration. He reminded himself that she was a cognition and thus he didn’t need to fret over certain details.

He pressed his tip against her anus. Futaba sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Let me in! Ren requested from her ass.

His member barely bent as he pushed it harder. Ren thought about using his hand to help the process along, until his cock abruptly squeezed into Futaba’s tight hole.

Both of them yelped. The sensation on his penis stood on the border between pain and pleasure. “Does it hurt?” he called to Futaba.

She answered through groans, “In a good way!”

He took a deep breath, then began thrusting. It was like getting a handjob from the world’s strongest woman, yet Futaba’s panting kept him going, pounding her ass as the duo spun in zero gravity.

The light inside Necronomicon then changed, turning into a surreal lightshow that simulated what an acid-trip must be like.

Joker’s eyes rolled up as his cock pulsed and the inside of Futaba became warmer. “Fuck…” He gasped, decoupling from her.

The two drifted apart. Floating beads of cum dipped out of his dick and Futaba’s ass. Fluid also leaked from her vagina.

“Pixie.” Ren called. “Need healing.”

“You got it!” the fairy chimed. Her healing light washed over him, soothing his squeezed dick.

After a minute of panting, Futaba spoke, “Wow… nice one Joker.”

Ren replied with a humble thumps-up.

She wiped sweat from her brow. “Now what?”