The moment any of them drew close enough, they began kissing whatever exposed part of their body they could reach. He felt overwhelmed by all the attention. For someone who had barely had sex before, this felt almost too much.

He watched heads ducking down to kiss his hands, upper arms, and neck. Chetaara leaned in to kiss his lips, as if she alone had first crack at them. He reached for his clothes, feeling overdressed, but the women took care of it. His boots came off quickly. At the same time, he felt hands roaming the buttons, clips, and belts of his armor until they came loose and were spirited away. It felt incredibly sensual to be undressed by so many women at once.

He settled on the laps of several women who came together, side by side, to form a cushion for him to lie on. They smiled down at him as he lay across their legs and stomachs, eyes wide and shining with hunger. Behind them, other Nikora moved in with the same look. He found himself surrounded like an island at sea. The scent of their bodies carried earthy hints of mesquite wood, wafting over him like perfume.

At the same time, the Nikora hands finished removing his armor and went on to unzip his jumpsuit. When the jumpsuit was pulled away, his boxers came off quickly, exposing his cock. As his hardened flesh came into view, the Nikora women began to giggle and whisper to each other.

Chetaara crawled forward to his feet. "We enjoy your body very much, Master."

"Thanks." He looked down at her breasts swaying before him. He couldn't think of anything to say except, "I enjoy yours, too."

The Nikora holding him leaned down and began stroking and kissing his arms and legs. It felt incredible to have so many women tasting and touching his body.

Chetaara rose up onto her hands and knees and crawled over his naked body. Goosebumps sprang up on his skin as she planted small kisses along his thighs, up to his waist, and guided his throbbing cock into her mouth. Once again, he was amazed she could make the blowjob feel so good, even with her fangs. They barely touched his shaft as her lips worked on him, teasing pleasure from every inch.

When she pulled away, he almost yelled at her to come back until she moved away and the curvy Nikora woman took her place.

Chetaara nodded. "This is my mother, Ionla. I want her to enjoy you as I have."

Ionla made her way over him and planted gentle kisses on his cheeks and lips. When she drew back, she smiled. "My daughter has very good taste. I'm so happy she bonded with you."

He returned the smile. "I'm happy, too."

Ionla ducked her head down to his rigid cock.

Holy shit, he thought as the older Nikora opened her mouth, my girlfriend's mother is sucking my dick.

She smiled up at him as her mouth closed over his head and teased it just as well as her daughter. Her heavier breasts brushed against his legs as she moved over him and her hands stroked his thighs as she pumped him again and again. Her hands sought out his balls and teased them with her fingers. The way she stroked and rolled them made him gasp.

He bit his lower lip and groaned as she released his flesh. "No, wait--"

He stopped when the smaller Nikora moved in to take her place.

Chetaara added, "This is my younger sister, Pratorra. She wishes to thank you as well."

Pratorra's eyes narrowed as she dragged her claws down his chest. "My sister and I share everything. But I wish I had met you first and bonded."

He wasn't sure why the thought of sex with Chetaara's sister turned him on so much, but it did. He thought that might be a little messed up, but he didn't care.

She took him into her mouth more quickly and with more suction. He breathed harder, trying to keep from cumming as she moved her head up and down with greater enthusiasm than the others. Her eyes stayed locked on his, almost daring him to fill her mouth with his seed. His legs stiffened as his climax rose and she moaned around his length.

Before he could explode, Chetaara rested her hand on the back of the smaller Nikora. "Wait. Not yet."

Pratorra released his cock with a pop and a frown of disappointment.

The women holding him lowered him gently to the floor underneath. The smooth metal still felt warm from their bodies.

Chetaara crawled over him, kissing his stomach, chest, and neck until she reached his lips. She kissed him and murmured, "I want you inside of me, Master."

"Oh yeah," he groaned.

She kept kissing his mouth even as she straddled him, spread her legs, and guided him between them. He felt her pussy glide down around his throbbing cock and gasped. She felt even wetter than she had before, and easily plunged him into her until her thighs ground against him.

Her ears flattened against the top of her head and she threw her head back as she began to thrust onto him. It felt amazing to have her doing all the work, filling her as he lay back and just enjoyed it.

As she rode him, he became aware of moans, cries, and gasps coming from all around him. He turned his head to see the Nikora women had turned to each other, plunging their hands and heads into each other. Women lay back while other Nikora had their heads buried between their quivering thighs. Some were connected in daisy chains, head devouring the pussy of one while having their own eaten out. Others looked into each other's eyes as they reached over to plunge their fingers into each other's slits. Some of the women just lay back and watched the other women and him while moving their fingers between their legs. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

Chetaara placed her hands on his chest and bounced on his lap while she moved him inside of her. Her movements came slow and even, drawing the most pleasure from his body. He locked eyes with her, watching her upper lip curl and her eyes glaze over. Her breasts swayed in his face, and the hands and lips of other Nikora covered his body.

"Master," she gasped, "I am yours forever."

With a few quick thrusts, she stiffened and he felt her body shudder on him. Her hips bucked in spasms as she climaxed. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from cumming from the sight of her pleasure.

She hunched over, still trembling, and kissed him again. Sweat dripped from her body onto his, cooling his skin.

She gasped a few more times before climbing off. "I must share you, Master."

Ionla switched places with her then. She admired Byron's stiff and dripping cock before she turned herself around so her big, round ass faced him. Her tail was shorter than Chetaara's and flicked at the air in his face as she lowered herself onto him.

"Mmm," Ionla sighed. "It has been many moons since I have felt a man inside me, and yours feels so good."

Chetaara knelt beside her, smiling down at him. "As I told you, he is a strong man."

Her head rolled back. "That he is, daughter. That he is."

He couldn't think of anything to say, especially as he watched her butt cheeks ripple as they smacked against his thighs. He reached out to stroke the soft globes, feeling their soft and yielding flesh, and she began purring in satisfaction. For a moment, he stroked her tail and she squeaked in pleasure.

Her pussy didn't feel as tight as Chetaara, but felt just as good. He closed his eyes, feeling his own climax rising once more even as Ionla began to thrust her hips faster on him.

"Yes," Chetaara moaned. "Cum with him, Momma."

"Oh god," Byron groaned.

Ionla bucked her hips once again before her back and tail went rigid. She let out a roar of pleasure and her thighs quivered against his legs. He felt her wetness envelop his cock and kept his hands on her ass to feel it tremble against him.

He couldn't believe he was in his first threesome (virtual but felt real). He had dreamed of this moment so many times, imagining what it would be like. Now, all he could think about was that he didn't want to cum too soon and end the dream.

Pratorra almost shoved her mother off of Byron as she rushed to take Ionla's place. "My turn."

Ionla and Chetaara both started yelling at Pratorra in their native language, but Pratorra ignored them as she climbed onto the rigid cock.

She slammed her hot pussy onto him so hard that it hurt. Her hips started pumping him like a jackhammer, smacking loudly to echo through the cavernous hold. Her hands balled up on his chest, digging her claws into his flesh. He should have complained and told her to stop, but he loved it.

Her eyes widened. "Do you like it, Byron Jones? Is my pussy not better?"

As they knelt on either side of him, Ionla and Chetaara scowled and clenched their fists, leaving him feeling like he was caught in some sort of family squabble. He didn't want to get in the middle and end up caught in a literal catfight, so he just moaned. The truth was, she did feel really good, although he wasn't sure if that was her or the fact that he felt like his cock was on the verge of exploding.

She seemed to sense his approach.

"Yes," Pratorra hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Fill me with your hot cum."

He looked at Chetaara for guidance. He didn't know how far the sharing went and didn't want to deny her.

Chetaara took one of his hands in hers. "Do it."

That's all he needed. He finally let go.

His eyes squeezed shut as his body exploded. Chetaara and Ionla each held his hand in theirs as his orgasm ripped through him. Pratorra let out a roar as she began to shudder as well. The two of them stayed locked in sync, riding out their climax together. He felt his cum filling her depths, oozing around his shaft and dripping down onto his thighs. She held on, keeping her movements quick to draw out his sensations until it left him aching.

When he collapsed, gasping and laying back in a pool of sweat, Pratorra slowly crawled off him and kissed his sweaty face.

She smiled. "You don't have to say it. You showed it."

Ionla waved a hand at her. "Ah, so competitive."

Chetaara lay down and snuggled against him. "I don't mind. Did you enjoy my mother and sister, Master?"

"Absolutely," he sighed.

OBJECTIVE COMPLETE

+500 XP

For a moment, he wondered what happened in the real world. Was his orgasm only in his mind or had he made a mess in his VR pod?

A loud whistle drew his attention to Scarlett standing outside the entrance of the cargo hold. "If you're done blowing your wad, it's time to get back to work. We got a problem."