Sexy Space Babes - Mechs, Maidens and Macaroons: Chapter Thirty

One might think, as Mark settled Kalia into the mech’s sole piloting chair, that a cockpit would be tight fit for any kind of liaison, let alone a ménage à trois – and they’d be mostly right.

Fortunately, the whole affair was a lot more achievable when one of the women involved was made of jelly and the other barely cleared five feet.

As it was, things were merely a little cramped as he settled down in front of the heiress, Jelara’s curvy suited body pressed against his back.

“You’re sure about this, right?” Mark asked.

The nod he got from Kalia in return was downright adorable in its eagerness, though equally erotic in the way her lips parted with each trembling breath. Even as he asked the question, he’d felt her fingers tightening on his shoulders, nails digging faintly into his skin beneath the fabric.

“I want this,” she breathed huskily, her hands tugging his shirt off with desperate urgency, baring his chest to the cool air.

“Well, there’s your answer, Mark.” Jelara trilled as she flowed up behind him to press against his back.

He felt her suit peel away as she slid out of it, as her bare arms – translucent and shimmering – wrapped sensually around his waist, cool against his skin. Lips formed, pressing against his neck. “So I suppose we better not keep her waiting.”

Then she moved again. Her blue form turning a shade of purple under the low lights of the cockpit as she slid around him like liquid to press up against Kalia’s side, her jelly-like hands brushing against the Vrekian’s bare thighs with a light teasing touch.

The tunic looking thing she wore as part of her nightwear was actually a rather modest thing in truth – unlike Saria or Tenir’s sleepwear – but even so, it was still a tunic.

And as such, could do little but bare all as his hands gently parted the heiress’s legs, the fabric hiking up to reveal her slick, crimson pussy, its folds already glistening under the console’s glow.

The scent of her obvious arousal was a heady thing in such a confined space. Sharp and intoxicating – he couldn’t resist.

“No, I suppose not,” he murmured, enjoying the mixture of embarrassment and anticipation in the Vrekian’s eyes.

He leaned in, his tongue tracing her wet slit with a slow, deliberate stroke, the salty-sweet taste exploding across his senses. Kalia’s gasp was adorably needy, her hips bucking involuntarily as her hands gripped the – thankfully depowered – control sticks on her chair.

He heard Jelara’s rumbling chuckle as Kalia’s knuckles whitened while he lapped at her clit, each flick drawing a shuddering moan that reverberated in the confined space.

“You like that?” Jelara asked, her tone husky as she looked down at the other alien.

“Y-yes,” the Vrekian whined almost piteously.

“Hmmmm, good…” Jelara flowed forward, her gelatinous lips meeting Kalia’s in a deep, hungry kiss, while her hands slipped under the folds of the other woman’s tunic to cup her pert breasts.

Mark, distracted as he was by his own efforts on the heiress’s behalf, raised an eyebrow at the move, but if Kalia was in any way upset by her sudden delve into sapphic eroticism, she certainly didn’t show it.

Quite the contrary, as she moaned into Jelara’s mouth, shifting in her seat as the Ulnus’s dexterous fingers slid over her nipples, coaxing them into hardness.

Unwilling to be outdone, despite his surprise, Mark returned his attentions to circling Kalia’s hard little clit with rhythmic precision, the dual sounds of his own efforts blending with that of Jelara’s.

In all honesty, he really shouldn’t have been too surprised by Jelara making a move – nor Kalia accepting it.

Given the gender ratios of the universe, female bi and homosexuality was markedly more common than on Earth. Beyond that, given most formed harems, it really wasn’t too surprising that two women engaged in a threesome would show some genuine interest in their less masculine dance partners.

Though given how Jelara was behaving… and her response earlier… well, he had to wonder just how spontaneous this little threesome really was. Though if his girlfriend really had engineered this whole thing to get closer to the Vrekian, well, he wasn’t complaining.

He’d jumped at the chance to sleep with the Vrekian himself after all. He could understand the appeal.

With that thought in mind, his tongue flicked faster, enjoying the way Kalia’s thighs quivered around his head, her cries growing frantic, only slightly muffled by Jelara’s relentless kiss.

A kiss that only deepened while he worked, his girlfriend’s jelly-like lips softly yet insistently molding to Kalia’s mouth, while her hands roamed over her curves, teasing at the stiff, sensitive peaks the Vrekian’s nipples had become.

Kalia’s pussy clenched under Mark’s tongue, her juices flowing as she neared climax, her muffled moans vibrating against Jelara’s lips. Mark just sucked harder, his hands gripping her thighs as he held them open. Jelara’s core flared crimson enough to match the Vrekian as her own arousal soared in response to her partner’s. Leaning forward, her large breasts encompassed Kalia’s own more modest chest, pillowing out as she pulled Kalia closer, their bodies a tangling together.

And that proved to be enough - Kalia’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

Mark felt her pussy spasming violently under his tongue as her hot juices soaked his face in a torrential flood while she screamed into Jelara’s mouth, her crimson body shuddering with release. Her horns tilted back as her hands clawed at the seat.

Jelara pulled back from Kalia, her gelatinous lips shifted into a smug smile as she chuckled.

“Was that as good for you as it was for us, sweetness?” the Ulnus asked.

The way the jelly-woman’s core was pulsing and shifting with a vibrant mix of violet and red told Mark that Jelara certainly enjoyed herself.

Then again, given that her ‘genitals’ could be just about anywhere she chose them to be, it was entirely possible that through locking lips with Kalia, she’d been receiving roughly the same treatment the Vrekian herself had been getting from Mark.

“Y-yes?” For her part, Kalia lay panting, her silver body trembling on the pilot’s seat, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

“Good, then you’ll have no issue with us returning the favor to our human friend now that we’ve both had our fun?”

As she spoke, her jelly-like face shifted until it had locked hungrily on to where Mark’s own arousal was – quite painfully – tenting his pants.

A feat echoed by Kalia a moment later as the heiress managed to lever her head upright. “N-no. I want to help!”

“You heard her,” Jelara gurgled, her voice a sultry rumble, as her hand reached out to deftly undue the belt of his pants and unzip them in a single motion.

A feat only accomplished by her fingers shifting into a myriad mini tentacles that each moved with perfect precision to disrobe him. In moment his pants were around his ankles her slick fingers had reformed to wrap around his throbbing shaft. The sensation of their cool semi-liquid texture sent a jolt through him, his hips bucking instinctively as she ‘pulled’ him closer.

Kalia’s eyes definitely widened, her flush deepening even further still as she finally got a good look at the broad head of his member. And she was definitely interested, renewed desire battering aside her momentary exhaustion as she sat up and edged forward – trembling hands reaching out to touch him.

“Ever done this before, rich girl?” Jelara asked, her tone teasing.

For a moment, Kalia frowned slightly, before it melted away into something far more contrite as she shook her head slowly.

Rather than tease her though, Jelara tone became instructive as her hands slid over the Vrekian’s guiding them to slide around Mark’s shaft. Kalia lips parted, her breath hitching as she seemed to test the texture and rididity of the flesh under her hands.

“Then let me guide you,” Jelara murmured.

Mark certainly wasn’t complaining as Jelara started to do exactly that, guiding Kalia’s movements. And while the Vrekian’s fingers were warmer than Jelara’s had been, they certainly felt just as good as they curiously probed at his manhood.

“Now watch,” the Ulnus said.

Kalia did so as Jelara’s face slid languidly down, until her gelatinous lips started enveloping Mark’s cock in a slick, pulsing embrace.

Mark groaned despite himself. The sensation was overwhelming, her mouth was a warm, fluid cavity that molded perfectly to his shaft, her tongue - or its jelly-like equivalent - swirling around the head with a teasing, rhythmic precision that made him groan. This time it was his turn for his hands to grip the seat’s edges, the wet, squishing sounds of Jelara’s suction filling the cockpit.

Kalia watched, her eyes wide with fascination, her fingers mirroring Jelara’s grip, circling the base of Mark’s shaft, just below the lips. Her touch had started tentative but grew bolder with each moment.

“Like this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with eagerness, her crimson hand sliding along his shaft.

Mark was momentarily tempted to point out that with her mouth occupied, Jelara could hardly answer that question.

Of course, he shouldn’t have underestimated Ulnus biology.

“You can tighten a little. A man’s not so delicate. Not too hard though.” Jelara’s instructions echoed through the cockpit as her entire body vibrated.

All the while, her mouth worked taking him deeper and deeper, her jelly-like throat rippling around his cock, the tight, wet heat a blissful torment that made his hips thrust gently. Of course, just as he was about to let loose, she pulled back – and it was all he could do not to groan in disappointment.

“Your turn now,” Jelara said.

Kalia didn’t hesitate, her lips brushing the side of his shaft, her tongue darting out to lick the precum beading at the tip experimentally – drawing a groan from him. She moved to take him fully, like Jelara had, but the Ulnus stopped her.

“Actually, let’s go together.”

Kalia paused, before nodding eagerly and Mark could only stiffen as both women descended on him.

One on each side of his cock, their tongues flicking and swirling in a chaotic, blissful rhythm. It was incredible, the way their mouths working in tandem, like they’d done this a thousand times before. It was as if they knew instantly what the other might do.

The dual sensation - Kalia’s warm, eager mouth and Jelara’s cool, fluid suction - was a sensory overload, and Mark’s hands soon gripped Kalia’s horn. Their breaths mingled, hot and cool, their moans vibrating against his shaft, the wet slurps and gasps drowning the cockpit’s ambient hum.

He came. Hard.

And like two cats fighting over milk, the two went to work licking up the resulting jets of cum. Sparks fired up his spine as ambient flicks of their tongues lashed against each other and the sentitive head of his member.

Naturally, his legs gave out and he stumbled back – though he was thankful that the tight confines of the mech meant he merely hit the wall behind him and slid down it slightly. It wasn’t even painful given that most of the corners were rounded and the walls all held some manner of padding.

And as the sparks finally stopped dancing between his eyes, he looked up to see Jelara and Kalia licking the last remnants of his release from each others faces – with all outward signs of relish.

“God, that’s hot,” he muttered.

The pair glanced over and tittered.

“This one is glad you and your little man think so,” Jelara rumbled. “Because there’s still plenty more to go.”

“Not too much,” Mark felt compelled to point out – even if he hated himself for it. “You’ve still got a match tomorrow.

Both of the female aliens pouted a bit, but iddn’t argue.

“Yes, this one supposes this will have to be quick,” Jelara muttered. “A shame given it’s our heiress's  first time – but we suppose we’ll just have to make up for that with intensity.”

 “I-I’m ready,” Kalia muttered as she moved forward.

For a moment, Mark was tempted to point out that this would likely be easier if she let him occupy the pilot seat.

It seemed though that in her eagerness, Kalia was determined to have her first time be in… he thought it was called the reverse lotus position… or something like that.

Either way, he didn’t complain as she straddled his lap, her slick pussy hovering over his cock, its pink folds glistening in the low light.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea laced with vulnerability, her fingers digging into his shoulders, once more.

And how was he to respond to that beyond doing exactly as she asked.

“As my lady commands.” Mark gripped her hips with a smile, his hands steady despite the fire coursing through him, before guiding her down with deliberate slowness, allowing her tight, wet heat to envelop his shaft in a single, exquisite thrust.

She moaned, a sharp, breathy sound that echoed in the soundproof cockpit, her pussy clenching around him. He let her stay there, getting used to the size of him. Now, he didn’t know the size of the average Vrekian penis, but Kalia’s cunt felt incredibly tight to him.

“Fuck, that’s so big,” she hissed – earning a sultry chuckle from Jelara.

The Ulnus seemed content to sit back and watch, lounging across the pilot’s seat like some kind of jelly pirate queen, hands roaming over her own body as she pleasured herself to the sight of her boyfriend and partner.

It was barely a minute before Kalia began to ride, her movements tentative at first, testing herself, before growing bolder, her hips grinding with a fervent urgency.

He supposed he should have expected nothing less from a first rate mecha pilot.

Soon enough the wet slap of their flesh filled the air, her juices coating his thighs in a warm, sticky flood, her moans rising with each bounce, her crimson skin shimmering with sweat under the cockpit lights.

Mark thrust upward, meeting her rhythm, his hands digging into her hips as he lifted her small body about with ease.

It really didn’t take long at all for Jelara to tire of watching, as her hands slid up Kalia’s sides to tweak the sensitive peaks of her breast.

“Ride him harder,” she hissed. “This one wants to see you drive him wild.”

In time with her command, a second set of jelly-arms emerged, fingers trailing down Kalia’s stomach to brush against her clit. The unexpected new sensation made the heiress gasp, her pussy tightening around Mark’s cock – even as her pace quickening into a frenzied rhythm in response to Jelara’s command.

Naturally, with two people working on her, it didn’t long for Kalia’s climax to build, her moans escalating into a primal cry, her body trembling as she chased release, her horns tilting back, her hands clawing at Mark’s shoulders.

Jelara’s touch intensified, her fingers circling Kalia’s clit and nipples with precision, her core pulsing red in sync with the heiress’s rising pleasure. Mark’s thrusts grew deeper, his cock throbbing inside her, the slick heat of her pussy a perfect vise as her juices flooding around his shaft with each movement.

The cockpit’s air grew thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, condensation forming on the walls and screens.

And then it happened.

Kalia’s orgasm crashed over her, her pussy spasming violently around Mark’s cock, her hot juices soaking him in a torrential flood as she screamed, her crimson body shuddering with release, her breasts heaving.

Mark was little better as he thrust upwards, erupting deep inside her. It was a perfect transcendent moment.

And while he sagged back onto the comfortingly cool – if slightly slick – cushioned walls of the cockpit – Kalia got to sag into the waiting arms and bosom of his girlfriend.

A fact he might have been slightly jealous of if he wasn’t totally blissed out right now.

Of course, he’d barely managed to catch his breath before he felt Kalia shift, the dopily smiling heiress gently moved aside by the Ulnus’s arms.

And in moment he was staring up at his girlfriend as she loomed over him, four armed and streaked with vibrant reds and blues.

“My turn,” she hissed.

Mark didn’t argue.

…Though he did request to be allowed to move to the pilot’s chair. A request that was graciously granted.

His later request for her to slow down and let him catch his breath was not.

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Fortunately, what humanity lacked in sprinting power they made up for over long distances – and it wasn’t long before he was nearly passed out on the pilot’s seat with two very passed out aliens sprawled over him.

Idly he considered attempting to move all of them to a proper bed – before realizing that he had no real idea how to open the cockpit and no real desire to wake either of his partners up to find out.

This turned out to be a mistake when in the early hours of the morning, a now rejuvenated but still paint stained Saria stumbled upon the three of them.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Saria hissed while all three of them attempted to blink the morning light from their eyes.

“Ah, hi Saria,” Kalia said somewhat sheepishly as she disentangled herself from both Kalia and Jelara. A notion more easily said than done, given the close confines and liquid nature of one of the parties involved.

“Don’t ‘hi’ me” Saria hissed. “I wanted to be the first one to fuck in here! Why the fuck didn’t you invite me!”

“You were asleep,” Mark pointed out in what he thought was a quite well reasoned manner.

“The day I don’t wake up for dick is the day I never wake up again. Because I’d be dead!” She hissed.

Mark had nothing to say to that.

“I… I think I’ll go get started on breakfast,” he said.

And then fled.

With great bravery.

Because Jelara woke up next and the ensuing argument between the two most foul mouthed women in the group was likely going to be biblical.

He deliberately ingored the look of betrayal Kalia shot him as he ran.

There was nothing he could have done for her. She was trapped in swamp Jelara…

“Wha’s going on?” Tenir sleepily asked as she stepped onto the gantry.

“Kalia and Jelara fucked Mark in the mech while we were sleeping!”

“What!? I wanted to do that first!” The Nighkru woke up fast. “I had an outfit for him to wear and everything!”

“It’s this one’s mech! This one built it!” Jelara’s now very much awake voice gurgled. “If anyone should be allowed to fuck in it, it’s this one!”

Well, if nothing else, all of them were in high spirits for the upcoming match.