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The silence after the comm ended was absolute for one heartbeat, then shattered into frantic motion.
Osa was at Kichijō’s side in an instant. Kichijō lay on her side, Kaabo still pressed against her rear, his knot a firm, swollen bulge at the base of his cock where it disappeared inside her stretched pink lips. Her face was a mask of pained pleasure. “It won’t go down, ” she gasped. “He’s... locked.”
“We need to get you off, ” Osa said, her voice low and urgent. She looked at Quivina. “Help me. Stimulate her. Make her come again. The contractions might loosen her enough.”
Quivina nodded, her motherly face set in determination. She knelt between Kichijō’s splayed legs, her fingers finding Kichijō’s swollen clit without hesitation. She rubbed fast, hard circles.
“Your pussy is too tight around him, Kichijō, ” Osa whispered, leaning close, her voice a conspiratorial, arousing murmur against Kichijō’s ear. “It’s gripping his knot like a vise. You need to let go. You need to come so hard you push him out. Push his knot out of your greedy little cunt.”
The words, filthy and direct, did their work. Kichijō’s eyes flew open, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. She was oversensitive, raw, but the command in Osa’s voice, the skilled pressure of Quivina’s fingers, pushed her towards another peak. “Fuck... fuck...”
Adunbi and Olanke were a blur of activity. Adunbi used a cleaning cloth from the sonic shower to wipe up the worst of the wet patches on the deck, while Olanke snatched up the Telchine dildo, her blue skin flushing darker with exertion and lingering arousal. She darted into the bunk room to stow it.
Kichijō’s breath hitched. Quivina’s fingers were relentless, pinching and stroking her engorged clit. Osa’s hand joined, slipping down to where Kaabo’s shaft met Kichijō’s body. She pressed two fingers against the stretched, puffy rim of Kichijō’s entrance, feeling the incredible tightness, the heat, the pulse of the knot inside. “That’s it, ” Osa breathed. “Push him out with your climax.”
With a sharp, choked cry, Kichijō’s body bowed. Her inner muscles clenched in a violent, rippling spasm around the intruding knot. A gush of clear fluid, erupted from her, jetting out around the base of Kaabo’s cock with a wet, splattering sound. The sudden internal pressure and muscular convulsion did the trick. With a soft, wet pop, the swollen knot slipped free, followed by Kaabo’s softening length and a trailing rope of canine seed.
Kichijō collapsed, panting, a pool of her own release beneath her. Osa and Quivina didn’t let her rest. They hauled her up. “Suit. Now, ” Osa ordered.
Everyone moved. Exo-suits were snatched from lockers. Seals were hastily fastened, but only to the barest minimum for decency. The air was thick with the scent of sex and panic.
Osa’s sheer yellow suit open from just above her pubic bone, leaving a tantalizing V of her lower abdomen and the neat, dark strip of her mons pubis exposed. The material clung to her small, pert breasts, the pierced tips of her nipples visibly hard against the fabric. With every breath, the perilous curve of her cleavage was on full display.
Kichijō fumbled with her pink suit, getting it sealed to her navel. The transparent material did nothing to hide the cherry blossom tattoo on her back or the flushed, well-fucked state of her body. Her pussy, though covered, was visibly swollen beneath the sheer film.
Olanke’s blue suit was sealed to her mid-breast, the swell of her large blue areolae visible through the fabric.
Quivina’s green suit stopped at her sternum, the heavy weight of her breasts straining the material, her dark nipples prominent.
Adunbi, in sheer red, left his suit open to his neck, the powerful lines of his chest and the shape of his now-soft but still impressively thick cock visible.
They were a portrait of debauched urgency.
A firm, authoritative chime echoed through the ship—the main airlock hatch being cycled from the outside.
“Positions, ” Osa hissed, straightening her spine, forcing a mask of calm onto her face.
The lounge door slid open just as the inner airlock hatch hissed open down the corridor.
Inspector Vex stepped through. She was a woman of sharp angles and cold eyes, her hair pulled into a severe bun. Her own shipsuit was a crisp, military-grade grey, hugging her lean, fit frame with austere precision. Her gaze swept the lounge, then landed on the crew assembled before her.
Her nostrils flared, almost imperceptibly. The air reeked of sex, of musk, of spent passion. Her cold eyes took them in one by one, noting the flushed skin, the rapid breathing, the state of their suits.
“Captain Osa, ” Vex said, her voice like polished steel. “I am Inspector Vex. Command has concerns regarding your vessel’s operational readiness and the conduct of your crew following the... incident at the Delight resort.”
Osa forced a neutral smile. “Inspector. Welcome aboard. My crew is at your disposal.” She gestured to the others. “My security officer, Kichijō. Our engineer, Olanke. And our new mission specialists, Adunbi and Quivina.”
Vex’s eyes lingered on Adunbi, on the blatant, masculine outline of him in the sheer suit. They flicked to the women, noting the exposed skin, the hard nipples, the way Kichijō subtly shifted her weight as if sore. Her gaze dropped to the deck, where a faint, hastily-cleaned damp patch still glistened under the lights.
“I see, ” Vex said flatly. “A full inspection of all systems and logs will commence immediately. I will also be conducting individual interviews with each crew member regarding the events on Delight.” Her eyes locked on Osa. “Starting with you, Captain. In private.”
A jolt of anxiety, mixed with something else—a thrill—shot through Osa. This woman was power and control personified. And she was standing in the middle of their den of lust, smelling it on them, seeing it on them.
“Of course, ” Osa said, her voice steadier than she felt. “My quarters are this way.”
As she led Inspector Vex down the corridor, she felt the woman’s eyes on her back, on the sway of her hips in the sheer suit. Osa’s heart hammered against her ribs. This wasn’t over. It was just beginning. The inspection had arrived, and with it, a new, dangerous kind of tension filled the ship’s air, thick and electric as the moment before a storm.