The ship dropped out of the jump with a shudder that vibrated through the deck plates. The swirling blue vortex of the Gravity Travel Gate at Jupiter’s L1 point vanished from the viewport, replaced by the familiar, rust-colored disk of Mars. Osa, Kichijō, and Olanke moved with practiced efficiency, sealing themselves into their sheer exo-suits—yellow, pink, and blue—before heading to the control room. The hours of transit were a tense, silent vigil.
Mars Colony was a sprawling dome complex clinging to the Valles Marineris. Debriefing with the corporate liaison was a blur of forms and mission parameters. Osa’s mind was elsewhere, her body still humming from the memories of Delight and the subsequent, desperate couplings with her crew. The liaison finished and gestured to the airlock. “Your new crewmates are already aboard, getting settled.”
Back on the ship, the atmosphere shifted. The sterile corridor leading to the crew quarters felt charged. Osa heard the distant, happy babble of a child and the soft pad of paws on the deck. She rounded the corner to the assigned cabin.
The door slid open.
Adunbi stood there, her brother. He was taller than she remembered, his shoulders broader under a simple grey shipsuit. His smile was the same—warm, knowing, and edged with a promise that made her stomach clench. Beside him was Quivina, a woman with kind eyes and a voluptuous, motherly frame that her own red exo-suit strained to contain. A toddler played on the floor with a large, sleek hound—Kaabo, a genetically enhanced breed with intelligent eyes and a powerful build.
The greetings were brief, familial. Hugs that lingered a second too long on Osa’s part. The baby, Adedayo, her child with her brother, was put down for a nap in a portable crib secured to the wall. Kaabo settled watchfully at its foot.
The moment the child’s breathing evened out into sleep, the air in the small cabin changed. It crackled.
Quivina looked at Osa, then at Adunbi. A silent understanding passed between the three of them, ancient and hungry. Without a word, Quivina reached for the seal of her shipsuit. It hissed open from neck to crotch, revealing full, heavy breasts with large, dark areolae and a lush, untamed patch of curly black hair at the junction of her thighs. Her pussy was a beautiful, heavy-lipped sight, the outer labia full and dark, already glistening with anticipation.
Osa’s own suit was halfway open before she realized she was moving. Her petite body, her small, pert tits with their pierced nipples, her own bare, smooth mound—all exposed. Adunbi’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his own suit falling away.
His cock sprang free, and Osa’s breath hitched.
It was just as she remembered, just as she’d described to Kichijō and Olanke. Formidable. It was long, easily nine inches, and thick, a solid, veined column of flesh that curved proudly upwards. The head was a broad, plum-shaped crown, a deep reddish-purple, flaring out from the thick shaft. A single, prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. It was a breeding cock, pure and simple.
“Osa, ” he rumbled, his voice low.
That was all the invitation she needed. She pushed Quivina gently back onto the lower bunk, the taller woman going willingly with a soft sigh. Osa knelt between Quivina’s spread legs, the scent of her arousal—musky and sweet—filling her senses. Quivina’s pussy was a feast; her outer lips were plump and meaty, parting easily to reveal inner folds of a deeper mauve, already slick and swollen. Her clit was a large, hard pearl under its hood.
Osa didn’t tease. She dove in, burying her face in Quivina’s heat. She licked a broad stripe from Quivina’s perineum up to her clit, then sucked the stiff nub into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it rapidly.
Quivina cried out, her hands flying to Osa’s head. “Yes! Oh, fuck, just like that!”
Behind Osa, she felt Adunbi’s hands on her hips, his touch firm and possessive. He guided her up, positioning her on her knees, her back to his front. The broad, hot head of his cock nudged against the slick entrance of her pussy from behind.
Osa moaned into Quivina’s cunt, the vibration making Quivina buck. Adunbi applied pressure. Gentle, rhythmic pressure. Just the fat tip, pressing against her tight ring, then retreating. Her body, still sensitive from the alien stretch, yielded more quickly than it once would have, but the sensation was no less intense. The stretch was immediate, blissful. Her delicate, neatly-folded labia strained around the invading girth.
“Fuck, ” Osa gasped, pulling her mouth away from Quivina for a second. “Adunbi...”
“I know what you need, ” he growled, his voice thick. He pressed again, sinking the massive head inside her with a wet, yielding schlick. Osa screamed, a short, sharp sound of pure pleasure. He pulled back, her pussy clinging wetly to his shaft, then pushed again, going an inch deeper.
It was a slow, torturous, perfect conquest. Each gentle penetration scooped more of her own creamy wetness out, each withdrawal made her ache for the fullness to return. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of the vein on his underside. Her pussy, her cunny, was being remade for him, again.
“Deeper, ” she begged, her face now pressed against Quivina’s thigh. “Please, brother, I need all of it. I need you to fill me up.”
Quivina’s hands tangled in Osa’s hair, guiding her mouth back to her dripping slit. Osa obeyed, licking and sucking with renewed fervor, her own pleasure mounting in tandem with the slow, deep invasion at her rear.
Adunbi finally seated himself fully, his hips flush against her firm, small buttocks, his heavy balls resting against her. Osa felt impossibly full, stretched to her limit. He held there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting her inner muscles flutter and clench around the monstrous intrusion.
Then he began to move. Long, slow, deep strokes that dragged his thick head over every sensitive spot inside her. Osa was babbling, her words muffled against Quivina’s flesh. “He’s so big... fuck, he’s so deep... he’s going to breed me again, he’s going to put another baby so deep in me...”
Quivina’s climax hit suddenly. Her body bowed, her thighs clamping around Osa’s head as a gush of fluid hit Osa’s tongue. Osa drank it down, moaning as she felt Quivina’s pussy spasm against her mouth.
The feeling of Quivina coming triggered Osa’s own peak. It built from her clit, a tight, electric coil that Adunbi’s relentless, deep strokes ignited. Her pussy clenched viciously around his shaft, milking him, begging for his seed.
“Now!” she screamed, breaking away from Quivina. “Cum in me! Please, Adunbi, fill my pussy! I need it, I need your cum so deep, breed me!”
Her begging was the final trigger. Adunbi’s rhythm broke into short, brutal thrusts, grinding his pelvis against her ass. With a guttural roar, he hilted himself and erupted.
Osa felt it. The internal, visceral surge. The first thick, hot jet slammed against her cervix, a shocking, intimate impact. The second spurt followed, and the third, a torrent of seed flooding her channel, pooling in the deepest part of her womb. It was excessive, a massive, pumping creampie that filled her beyond capacity. She felt the warm overflow begin to seep out around the tight seal of his cock, dripping down her inner thighs.
Her own orgasm redoubled, a second, crashing wave that made her squirt, a clear, copious gush that joined the mess on the bunk beneath them. She collapsed forward onto Quivina, spent, as Adunbi slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of her.
The sound was a wet, obscene pop, followed by the immediate trickle of his cum from her well-used hole. She felt empty and full all at once, his seed a warm, heavy weight inside her.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the soft hum of the ship’s life support. Then, Osa pushed herself up, a slick, satisfied smile on her face. She looked at her brother, then at his wife.
“Come on, ” Osa said, her voice hoarse. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the crew. The horny rest of the crew.”
She led them, naked and gleaming with sweat and sex, out into the corridor and towards the lounge where Kichijō and Olanke waited. As the door opened, revealing the two women, Osa saw their eyes widen, then drop to the visible, glistening evidence of Adunbi’s massive cock and the cum already leaking from Osa’s stretched pussy.
Kichijō’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. Olanke’s blue skin seemed to glow with sudden interest.
“Kichijō, Olanke, ” Osa said, her smile turning wicked. “This is my brother, Adunbi. And his wife, Quivina.” She gestured to the powerful hound that had padded silently to Adunbi’s side. “And this is Kaabo.” Her eyes locked with her crewmates’, gleaming with promise. “They’re our new crew. And they’re all going to be very, very busy.”