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With Utopia’s AI problem resolved and the ship once again gliding peacefully across the ocean, the chaos had finally given way to calm. The towering pleasure cruiser shimmered under the midday sun, its massive deck alive with the soft sound of waves, distant chatter, and the occasional splash from the pool.
But just off to the side, beneath the illusion of peace and relaxation, something much filthier was happening.
Wet, shameless slurps and gagging chokes echoed obscenely across the polished deck, lewd, obscene music to the ears of one very satisfied Commander, who sat at the edge of the pool, legs spread, his cock being devoured like a treat by the Nikke kneeling between them.
Rapi.
Her soaked white t-shirt clung transparently to her curves, outlining the tight red bikini top beneath it. Her drenched hair hung in thick strands around her face, dripping down onto her Commander’s thighs as she face-fucked herself on his cock with unrelenting, slobbering hunger. Water beaded on her skin, rolling down the swell of her breasts and disappearing between them as her mouth worked like a machine.
She hadn't planned on this. Not exactly. But after a swim, after watching him sit there, lounging, relaxed, his cock just right there, something inside her snapped. And now here she was, in waist-deep pool water, hunched and rutting her face into his lap like a bitch in heat.
She was slamming her mouth down on him with rhythmless urgency, her throat bulging, cheeks hollowing out, messy schlcks and wet plaps punctuating each plunge of her face down his shaft. Her nose buried against his pelvis with every stroke. Her throat fucked full.
And he took it all.
“R-Rapi, I—fuck—oh my god,” the Commander gasped, head thrown back, fingers digging into the deck as pleasure surged through him in waves. His cock throbbed violently inside her.
She knew that sound. Knew that ragged edge in his voice. He was close. So she got sloppier. More brutal. Spit and precum coated his shaft, her lips forming a tight, suctioning seal as she sucked like her life depended on it.
His hand shot forward, desperate to stop her, to slow her, to say something.
“Wait—”
But she didn’t even look up.
She grabbed his wrist, slammed it back against the floor, and kept going harder. She growled around his cock, eyes fierce with lust, claiming her prize. This was hers. She needed his cum. Needed to feel it flood her throat, fill her stomach, reward her for everything those fucking 'ghosts' put her through.
Her gags turned into full-blown, throat-stretching chokes, but she didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.
Not until he—
“Rapi!!” the Commander cried out, hips jerking up off the tile, cock pistoning into her mouth in frantic spasms as he finally broke. His thick load surged straight down her throat, painting it white with heat. She moaned, low and filthy, as he pumped more and more into her, her throat milking him with greedy swallows.
“Mmmphhhhh—” Rapi let out a choked, blissful purr, her mouth still wrapped tight around the base, nose smashed against his skin, eyes fluttering shut in raw euphoria.
His entire body jerked, legs kicking up out of the water, back arching from the intensity of it. The release was too much. Too fucking good.
She drank every drop.
As the last pulses slowed to a trickle, Rapi finally, slowly pulled back, letting his cock pop free of her mouth, a sticky line of spit and cum connecting her lips to the tip before snapping away.
She gasped, coughing, lips glossy and chin soaked with the mess she didn’t manage to swallow fast enough. But her smile? Triumphant. Glowing.
Her whole body was shaking, dripping, flushed but proud. Her eyes sparkled with smug satisfaction as she stood tall again, tits heaving beneath the clingy shirt, her breath ragged.
“You look exhausted, Commander,” she purred, licking her lips with a flick of her tongue. “Guess you shouldn’t look so tempting next time…”
A hand swept through her red hair, and a bashful yet unmistakably alluring expression played on her face.
"Commander, do you know what I would like now?" she asked. Lifting her wet shirt up and over her head, Rapi exposed her generous breasts, held up only by a red bikini top that barely contained her cleavage. "I'd like you to fuck me now."
The Commander's cock hadn't gone down, standing proud and covered in throat slop. Rapi seized it with one hand, stroking it and smearing the spit up and down his shaft, admiring it. "You're not going to make me beg for your cock, are you?"
Lifting a leg out of the water, Rapi draped her thick thigh across her commander's lap, and he was immediately reminded how strong she was as she pushed him down onto his back on the poolside. She was in the perfect position to slide her red bikini bottom over, line up his dick with her slick pussy, and shove right down onto him.
She just needed-- needed—
"Hey!"
Across the length of the pool, Elegg called out to them. She, along with Dorothy, Pepper, Frima, Yan, Centi, and Tove, had arrived at the pool, each clad in their swimsuits, and Rapi froze in place, eyes wide.
"Sharing is caring!" Elegg yelled out, her voice playful but with a stern undertone that brooked no argument.
Rapi huffed in frustration, then looked down at her commander. She gave him a look, "I bet we could outrun them," she said.
The Commander looked over toward the six other Nikkes, then back to Rapi. Smacking his hand against her butt, the bountiful cheek jiggling and splattering droplets of water everywhere, "I don't think we could."
Rapi was left with no choice but to accept the intrusion into her time with her commander, having been caught while trying to fuck him. She had to share him. And since she already guzzled down the first load, Rapi found herself forced into having to wait her turn, which left her huffing and frustrated as she watched Pepper ride the Commander's cock beside the pool.
Squatted on top of him with slow, bouncy rolls of her hips, the medic rode him steadily, hips working in smooth, teasing rolls as she sank to the hilt with every languid bounce. Her face was flushed a deep, girlish red, mouth open in soft moans as she balanced herself with her palms on his chest, her soaked pussy clenching greedily around his thick length.
“I-I’m sorry,” Pepper whimpered, breath trembling, her words nearly swallowed by the sound of skin meeting skin. “Doing this in front of everyone’s just… really embarrassing…”
The slow drag of her hips along his dick made the Commander groan in satisfaction, looking dreamily up at the pink-haired medic riding his cock, "Mmmm, nothing to apologize for, Pepper. You're doing great."
“R-Really?” she squeaked, hips stuttering slightly as her body betrayed her shyness with another needy bounce.
He reached up and seized her tits through the thin fabric of her top, thumbs brushing her nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh with both hands, making her gasp and clench around him.
"She's got fat tits, doesn't she?" Yan drawled, leaning down beside them with a teasing smirk. “Try getting stuffed in a locker with her. You can’t breathe with those udders crushing your ribs.”
“Y-Yan!!” Pepper shrieked, scandalized, her face going scarlet. Her hips didn’t stop, though, her bouncing even picked up in pace, betraying her.
"What? It's a compliment."
Pepper didn't know how to respond to that, so instead she focused on her commander. Fucking was what she needed to focus on, not Yan's... odd remarks.
Eyes fluttering shut, she threw her head back and whimpered through another long, slow grind of her hips. She was trying to ride him sweet and slow, but her dripping pussy told a different story, it wanted to be ruined.
Centi didn’t even know where she was anymore.
Her mouth hung open, a little string of drool dribbling from her lip, eyes rolled back in dizzy, fucked-out bliss. She wasn’t standing, wasn’t lying instead she was suspended. Her knees were draped over the Commander’s muscled arms, her long legs hanging limply in the air, flip-flops dangling uselessly from her toes.
He held her effortlessly, her back pinned to his chest as he bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing. Her blue bikini bottom was shoved aside, stretched around one thigh, her slick pussy swallowing him up again and again with sloppy, splattering squelches. The sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoed off the pool deck.
“L-Liffuh shaid… mmn—young p’ple do thish on vaca—ahh—vacation…! Centi slurred, her voice pure static between gasps, her tongue flopping lazily from her mouth as her brain turned to mush. "Nnnh—but I ne’er th-thought it’d feel… thish good…!”
She groped at her own tits through her top, clumsy and dazed, barely able to process the pleasure surging through her as her pussy was stretched and churned by the Commander’s ruthless thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum, Centi,” he growled into her ear, breath hot against her flushed skin. “Gonna shoot it deep inside your messy little cunt. You want that? Wanna be my cumdump, sweetheart?”
Centi let out a garbled, eager cry somewhere between a “yes” and a moan as her whole body seized up. Her toes curled, her thighs twitched, and her cunt clamped down hard on his cock like it was trying to suck the cum out of him. Her brain was fried. Her vision danced with stars. There was no coherent thought left in her head only a dazed, rapturous awareness that this was everything she didn’t know she’d been missing.
Somewhere, in that deep sea of overstimulated bliss, Centi had a single, fleeting realization.
Best. Mission. Ever.
Yan let out a feral moan, her voice breaking into ragged gasps as she was bent in half, her knees nearly brushing her ears. Her ass bounced violently with every ruthless slam of the Commander’s cock, his balls clapping wetly against her cheeks with animalistic rhythm. Her spine bowed beautifully under the pressure, and every piston-like thrust into her stretched hole sent her jiggling, eyes rolling back in raw, fucked-out bliss.
“G-god, yes—fuck, your cock is splitting me open,” she growled, her breath hitching as she choked on another moan. Her tone was still calculated, deliberate, like a seductress selling every word despite being railed so hard her toes curled. “Tear my ass up, Commander. Fill me so deep I taste it.”
Her calves twitched on either side of her face, toes flexing with every slap of flesh on flesh, her whole body rocking with each brutal drive down into her guts. She took it like a cock-hungry champ, panting like a bitch in heat.
“I knew you’d love it,” the Commander grunted, leaning down to crash his mouth against hers. Their tongues tangled hungrily, wet gasps and lip-smacks filling the air as they made out like sex-starved degenerates right there in front of their watching squadmates.
Yan pulled back from the kiss with a sharp inhale, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and business. “When we get back to the Ark… hnnf—fuck—let’s make some hardcore vids. Real filthy stuff. I’ll ride you in every room in that ark—hnnf m-make a boat load of cash!”
“We’ll see,” the Commander growled, grinning as he yanked her cheeks apart and slammed down even harder, drawing a shriek from her lips. He delivered a sharp slap across her ass, firm, loud, and deliciously mean.
“Ah—ah—fuuhck!”
Tove cried out as she convulsed around the Commander’s cock, her entire body shuddering in his arms while her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. He held her easily, one hand gripping her soft thigh and the other curled protectively around her back as she broke apart in his grip, twitching and sobbing sweet little gasps against his chest.
Her body was slick with sweat, her bikini bottom dangling from one ankle, her cunt stuffed to the brim with cum and still leaking down onto his lap. Her fingers clutched at his neck, her head nuzzled against his collarbone, little whimpers escaping her as she tried to recover.
But he wasn’t done.
With a low snarl, the Commander started thrusting again, his cock driving up into her oversensitive pussy with punishing force. Her eyes flew open in shock, mouth forming a perfect “O” as she moaned helplessly, writhing in his arms.
“Nnnh—p-please—m-my pussy’s already stuffed,” she whimpered, her body twitching with overstimulation. But he just cradled her tighter, forcing her to take it, her cunt sloshing wetly around his thick shaft with every deep stroke.
He was using her like a toy, bouncing her petite frame up and down his cock, her tight walls gripping him like a vice. The lounge chair beneath them creaked under the force of their rutting, Tove’s ass smacking noisily against his thighs in a lewd rhythm.
“G-give me… a break…!” she cried, her voice hitching as another climax built inside her despite her pleas. “I-I can’t—mnnn—I’m gonna fucking melt!”
“You’ve still got time before the next Nikke gets here,” he rumbled darkly in her ear, voice dripping with dominance. His words made her clench hard around him, her pussy squeezing as if begging for more punishment.
“M-m-more?!” Tove squealed, tears beading in her eyes as she came again with a sharp cry. “Y-you’re gonna break me, y-you fucking beast!”
She bit down on his neck, sobbing into his skin as he rammed into her without mercy, turning her into a drooling, cock-drunk mess in his arms and honestly? She wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Even the Commander had his limits and after everything the other Nikkes had wrung out of him, his body welcomed the slower pace. Frima, ever the lazy Tetra, wasn’t interested in putting on a show. She didn’t want to be railed until she screamed. Not right now. What she wanted… was luxury.
Spooned together on a lounger beside the shimmering pool, Frima’s bare, sweat-slicked body was draped against the Commander’s like a lover-shaped blanket. His cock was nestled inside her soaked pussy, still stiff and pulsing gently as it rested within her. Just the slow, lazy throb of heat and fullness. No frantic pounding, just an intimate stretch and a slow rhythm that made her purr.
“Mmmnnn… this is perfect,” Frima moaned, her voice rich and velvety as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. Her lips curled into a sultry, satisfied smile, one leg hooked back around his thigh as she basked in the sun. Her tits glistened, rising with every breath, soft and full against his arm.
He gave her ass a greedy squeeze, fingers sinking into her supple cheek as his hips rolled forward. The slow drag of his cock inside her creamy, dripping folds made her shiver with delight.
“Mmmn... just like that... keep it deep,” she whispered, running her fingertips down the curve of his spine. Her walls fluttered around him, gently massaging his cock as if coaxing it into staying hard forever.
Her cunt was a vice of pleasure, wet and tight, molding to his shape with every lazy thrust. She didn’t want to fuck she wanted to be filled.
“Frima…” the Commander growled low in his throat, mouth brushing against her neck.
“Hm?” she hummed, opening one eye just a sliver, her voice honey-sweet.
He nipped her neck, not harshly, but enough to send a jolt down her spine. “You sure you want to keep it slow?” he asked, his cock twitching inside her, hungry for more.
She chuckled softly, a throaty laugh that oozed confidence and sensual control. “Mmm, no need to rush. Let them all fuck like rabbits. I’d rather melt on your cock all day long.”
Another slow grind of his hips, and she moaned, louder this time, her thighs tightening just a bit.
His hands slid along her waist, pulling her tighter as he thrust again—slow but deep, grinding into the sweet spots that made her whimper with satisfaction.
And so they rutted, lazily, bodies wrapped in heat, cock buried in cunt, and not a single care for anything but the exquisite, drawn-out indulgence of being locked together like animals in slow motion.
Dorothy wasn’t like the others.
She didn’t want this, not really. Bedding the Commander had never been part of the plan, and it certainly wasn’t why she’d accepted the mission. But after Rapi groped her in the locker room just to make her squirm? Dorothy found herself hungry for a different kind of game.
Rapi didn’t like to share. So the moment Dorothy saw the Counter scowling from the sidelines, watching helplessly while her commander tongued Dorothy’s wet cunt on a pool lounger? Oh, that expression was delicious.
And that satisfaction only grew with every sloppy, flicking lick across her folds, every moan he wrung out of her throat as her thighs clamped around his head. Dorothy had tried to stay aloof, really, she had but the Commander’s tongue was wicked, and the way Rapi stared was even better.
So now? Dorothy was bent over the edge of the pool chair, her bikini bottoms tangled around her ankles, her juicy ass jiggling from every brutal slap of skin on skin. The Commander was balls-deep in her dripping pussy, hammering her from behind with reckless abandon. Her top barely stayed on, bouncing with every thrust as her back arched and her knuckles turned white from gripping the edge.
“F-Fuck, you’re tight,” the Commander growled, slamming into her with heavy, wet thuds.
“Mmmph—!” Dorothy bit her lip, struggling to contain the broken sounds spilling from her throat. But she couldn’t help herself. Her gaze locked on Rapi’s glare, and she smirked. That annoyed, betrayed look on the Counter’s face? That made her pussy clench even tighter around his cock.
Dorothy looked back at him over her shoulder, her tongue lolled out in silent command. He got the message. He leaned down, crashing his mouth to hers, kissing her hard while his cock speared up into her soaked cunt. Their moans tangled together, hot breath and spit mixing as he fucked her harder, louder.
She was getting off just as much from the raw pounding as from Rapi’s rising fury.
Dorothy wasn’t supposed to like this. But God, she loved every fucking second of it.
“Boom—buhhh… boom—buhhmm!”
Elegg’s head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes fluttering as she let out high-pitched, slurred squeals timed with the savage slap-slap-slap of the Commander’s hips crashing into hers.
Laid out beneath him like a feast, her thick legs were wrapped around his waist in a crushing hold. Her puffy, sensitive cunt swallowed his cock greedily, each punishing thrust sending tremors through her soft, overstuffed frame. Her micro bikini was a joke, her soft tits spilled out in wild, bouncing waves, pink nipples hard and wet from spit and sweat.
“Y-yeah, you like that cock?” the Commander growled, sweat dripping down his back as he rammed her curvaceous frame. Her soaked pussy squelched audibly with every jackhammering stroke.
“Y-yes! Fuhhh—yes!” Elegg wailed, her throat hoarse from screaming. Her whole body jerked with every thrust, her hips bucking up desperately to meet him, craving more, deeper, harder.
Their mouths crashed together, hungry, filthy, feral. Tongues lashed and spit smeared across their lips and cheeks, a lewd display of sloppy lust. Her hands dug into his scalp, and his fingers gripped everywhere. Her thighs. Her belly. Her tits. Her ass. No part of her was untouched.
Her entire body had one purpose now, being fucked. Used. And the Commander enjoyed every second of stirring the Missilis' guts.
The sun was sinking behind the skyline, staining the sky with molten orange and deep, dreamy purples. The pool deck was a battlefield of spent bodies and dripping skin, Nikkes lay out like dolls discarded after being played with too hard.
Pepper and Yan lay tangled together on a lounge chair, hair matted with sweat, lips swollen from kissing and moaning for hours. Tove was ass-up on a float, legs twitching as cum oozed in thick rivulets down her trembling thighs. Frima lay curled in a chair like a satisfied housecat, her thighs still glistening, while Centi was sprawled across the tile, a puddle of drool pooled beneath her cheek, and a cock-drunk smile frozen on her face.
Elegg sat on the edge of the pool, legs lazily swaying in the water, completely nude and shamelessly smeared with dried cum from her messy fuck session. Her console beeped softly as she played Boom with one hand, the other occasionally dipping between her sticky thighs to rub idly at her sore pussy.
Somewhere along the way, Dorothy had disappeared. Probably off to wash away the evidence. But the Commander hadn’t noticed.
Because Rapi still hadn’t let him go.
“More.”
Her voice was high and needy, trembling with wanton need as the Commander yanked her arms back like reins. The water slapped against their waists as he buried himself in her again, Rapi’s fat tits bouncing with each brutal thrust. Her bikini top was long gone, forgotten on the poolside; her bottoms were floating somewhere nearby. Right now, she was bent forward in the pool, fucked raw and riding high on her obsession.
She’d demanded everything. Every single position he’d used on the others. She needed it all. Being bounced like Pepper, suspended like Centi, melted into slow spooning like Frima. Her body wanted to know it all, wanted to wear the imprint of every lewd little moment he shared with someone else.
“D-don’t you fucking dare slow down!” she barked, panting, her voice cracking as her red hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin. “You started this, now finish it! Give me that big fucking dick!”
The Commander was spent. Barely standing, muscles on fire, his balls emptied over and over but Rapi’s pussy still clung to him with a ruthless, greedy grip. Her heat milked him with every thrust, tight and pulsing like she wanted to steal his cum. Like her cunt was addicted to it.
“I c-can’t… f-fuck…” he grunted through clenched teeth, hips jerking forward on autopilot.
“You can,” Rapi growled. “You will. I want you to pump another load into me. Fucking ruin my pussy. Breed me, you bastard, fill me again!”
She was delirious, cock-drunk, and moaning shamelessly. Her voice echoed across the water as she slammed her ass back into him, cheeks clapping, water sloshing violently around them. She was soaked in more than just pool water.
“C-cumming again!” she wailed, head snapping back, her voice going sharp and wild. “F-fuck, it’s squirting—haaah!!”
Rapi convulsed in his grip, squirting hard as her pussy clenched violently around his cock, milking him for all he had left. Her thighs trembled, the water around them going cloudy with her release as she writhed and bucked against him.
With a strangled groan, the Commander grabbed her hips and shoved deep, balls flush, shaft buried to the root. His whole body tensed as another thick load spilled inside her, his cock throbbing wildly while he emptied himself again, his cum flooding her used, puffy pussy.
Rapi screamed with satisfaction, eyes rolling back as she collapsed forward against the pool wall, her cunt twitching around his cock like it was trying to suck him dry.
“F-fuck…” she whimpered, giggling like a maniac. “Y-you really filled me again…”
They both slumped forward, the Commander draped over her back, cock still buried deep inside her hot, creamed hole. Her cunt was gripping him like a vice, desperate to keep him locked in place.
“I’m… I’m all out, Rapi,” he groaned, every breath ragged. “I’ve got nothing left…”
She smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded. “Then just… stay inside me,” she whispered. “Don’t move. Don’t leave. Just… be mine a little longer.”
He kissed her neck, soft and slow, and she let out a soft moan, her fingers lacing with his underwater.
Together they stayed like that, tangled in lust and exhaustion, still connected by cock and cunt long after the last bit of sunlight had vanished. The stars blinked into view above them, and the pool was quiet again—except for the soft, rhythmic twitch of Rapi’s pussy around his softening cock.
Even if she had to share him at the start…
She’d made damn sure she had him in the end.