Capt. Clair Ignacio Vs The Mysterious Cosmic Jizz (Part 2)
Captain Clair and his alien harem fuck their way through time and space.
“I have to admit, that is kinda hot." Zenais said. “Disturbing, but hot." The dragoness had a clawed hand between her legs and was fondling her cloaca. Her skin had shifted to rolling hues of green and yellow.
Manjeet and Lulu were in each other's arms on Captain Clair's bare chest. They were uncontrollably groping and fondling each other with lips locked together. Even their antenna were getting into the act, rubbing and stroking everything they could reach. They made delightful whistling and chirruping moans from their abdomens. Like an ensemble of orchestral flutes that were responding to a conductor.
Clair, the said conductor in this instance, had two fingers working in each of their dribbling abdomens. A clear, sweet smelling fluid dripped down his hands and pooled on his belly. Their leg barbs were hooked into his arms, helping him to keep up the tempo. The depths of the two was much warmer than one might expect, and as soft as silk. He could feel their rapid breathing expanding and contracting around his fingers. Their genital openings gasped and suckled on him. In an attempt to further stimulate themselves their stingers constantly slid out over his knuckles before retreating back inside, barely missing piercing his skin.
Melody noticed something not getting the attention it deserved and slid down to the foot of the bed. She pulled the covers back and Clair's eight inch pecker was revealed, standing firmly at attention. The cyborg decided to repay him for his earlier attention to her. Her mechanical hand grasped him by the shaft and started pumping softly.
Not willing to be outdone, Zenais rolled out of the bed and and slithered down to join the cyborg. She ran a two fingered claw up the inside of his thigh until she was gently clutching his balls. She kneaded them for a moment before putting her head in close. Her long tongue sliding under his balls and against his anus. Seeing that the lizard had stepped up her game Melody leaned in and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Clair groaned, pulling the two wasp girls closer. They unlatched from each other and onto his face, showering him with kisses with both their lips and feelers. Their four hands grabbing and pulling at him greedily.
“C-can I talk to you t-two for a second?" He managed to whisper, grunting in pleasure as Melody's tongue started to swish around on the glans.
The sister's nodded, both planting a kiss on a corner of his lips.
“Oh! oh-- okay." He said with a swallow. “You're both grounded now, but if you can be rea-- really good for the n-- next three days. We can have oh-- fuck!" At that instant Melody dove nose deep onto his dick and the reptile's tongue forced its way past his rectum.
Clair spent a moment getting his head back together. “If y-y-you're really g-good, we can h-have our p-rivate night."
Apparently they couldn't control their breathing enough to do anything but their lyrical moaning. As a response Manjeet grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Her pointed tongue slipped into his mouth and danced with his tonsils for a moment. When she broke it Lulu immediately latched on and did the same thing. They tasted like honey.
With that business out of the way he could work on more immediate concerns. Melody was working like a steam engine, her head pumping rhythmically. A lack of gag reflex meant she had nothing to slow her down. Zenais' tongue had found his prostate and was playing with it like a cat with a ball of yarn. Clair jammed his fingers deeper into the two Vask females, making them squeak out a sour note with bugged bug eyes.
Clair came quickly, firing a stream of cum that shot out one of the elderly cyborg's nostrils. Zenais stubbornly continued to milk his prostate, earning Melody a hard shot of goo right in the eye when she took her mouth off of him. His fingers worked even harder on the sisters prompting Lulu to follow him with her own squirting orgasm. A few more seconds of hard thrusting and Manjeet finally had her climax, singing a joyous vocalization through her pipe organ like tracheae.
The two collapsed on top of him, thoroughly spent. He slid his fingers out and their panting abdomens arched downward as if trying to consume them again. Their genitalia flexed and flowered like gasping mouths, the stingers bobbing in their loosened sheathes.
Zenais finally withdrew her tongue and Clair could relax to catch his breath. The lizard rested her feathered head against his thigh and continued to fondle his testicles. Melody searched around and found a piece of discarded clothing to clean the synthetic skin of her face.
Once the captain was relaxed he put his hands on the two Vask female's heads. “Are you good now?" He asked. “More importantly, are you going to be good now?"
“Yes, sir." Lulu said with a nod.
“You betcha, Cap." Manjeet agreed.
“Good." Clair said. “Now I hate to do this but it's time for you both to go back to the brig. Tomorrow I have some work for the two of you to do." He put a finger to Manjeet's lips. “I don't want to hear any complaining from you, and I certainly don't want find out that you made Lulu do all your work. I know you're just as capable as she is and I want to see that from you."
Manjeet looked like she might start to pout, but remembered she had just promised to be good. Instead she simply nodded.
“Melody, can you see them back down?"
“Sure, I'll go with them." The cyborg said, understanding that he wasn't so much worried about them actually getting there as he was just trying to get rid of her as well.
Reluctantly the two sisters pushed themselves away from their captain and turned to leave. Lulu rubbed herself on the abdomen and gave him one last backwards glance. She bit her lip shyly before following after the other two. As Clair understood it, being sterile meant workers could expect to live their lives and die virgins. They typically don't regard themselves as sexual beings. This all must be much more peculiar for her than it was her sister.
“Finally!" Zenais said when the door shut behind them. She climbed up on the bed and straddled Clair between her thighs. The giant Onati towered over him. “You have no idea how horny I am right now." She grabbed his flaccid penis, rolling it between her clawed digits. She ran her other hand up her body and over the scales of her muscular, flat chest. Her long, feather tipped tail swayed behind her. “As soon as you reload I'm getting on."
“I thought you wanted to sleep." Clair said.
“After a show like that? Hell, no! I'm jumping your meat."
Clair didn't feel the need to correct her on the misspoken idiom. Though as he thought about it, the way she said it made more sense. Nor did he want to point out that they already had sex earlier. That combined with the more recent blow job meant he was going to be a while getting a new shell in the chamber. The dragoness was in a bright shade of her yellow aroused color, and probably wasn't going to accept any excuses. It was her time and she was going to use it. He had resigned himself to that fate when there was a sudden beeping from the computer panel on the wall.
Zenais groaned. “You gotta be-- Ugh! Just ignore it." She demanded with exasperation.
“Might be important." He reasoned.
“This is important too." She said, running her claws between her legs.
“Open captain's control page." Clair said. The holographic interface flashed back on above him, only this time Zenais was also above him so the projection appeared on the female lizard's chest.
She crossed her arms. “I hate you." she muttered.
“Put your arms down, you're distorting the image."
Zenais rolled her eyes and mumbled something in her own language but she complied, dropping her arms Clair read the report scrolling across her chest. The probe he sent out had gone offline. His eyes flicked around and the screen responded by giving him a quick check of the ship's sensors. The probe hadn't gone offline, it was just gone. He opened the video feed the the probe had been sending, playing the last ten seconds. There was an image of the comet steadily getting larger. The probe banked as it angled for a low altitude flyby. There was a quick display of an energy field detected just before a bright flash cut the video short.
Zenais had her head cocked to look down at her chest. Her skin pigmentation swiftly shifted to speckled pink, white and some remaining yellow. “That was a particle blast." She noted.
“We're under attack." Clair said.