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After Care
A Universe 8 Story
Faraday sat alone in her quarters, the lights dim, listening to the hum of the ship as it travelled through space. She was dressed in a thin green chamise and matching shorts, the silky fabric rubbing against her sensitive bits distractingly. The Haze was a low thrum against her skull, and she could feel a slight tingle on her smooth, shaved pussy, even after the night’s exertions.
She was covered in cum; it was still leaking from her well fucked cunt and ass. So much cum they’d pumped into her. Her entire body was covered in a glorious pearlescence mess, from her braided dark blonde hair to her tan thighs. It was wonderful. She was sticky with her own juices that had run down her legs in what seemed like rivers. She realized multiple partner sex, being stuffed full of cock in every hole, burying her face in a pussy while another woman devoured hers, or both, with becoming a thing. She reveled and rejoiced in it.
I feel sad, she thought absently and suddenly.
An empty feeling had settled on her, though, leaving a hole in her stomach and an ache in her chest. After being so full and stretched it was odd. She was superbly fucked, her throat raw and used, and her ass wonderfully wrecked. Her belly was full and heavy. But her heart felt like a void, her mind like the vastness of space that even the Haze couldn’t penetrate.
Her eyes watered and a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
She stood up from her chair, wrapping her arms around herself, and began swaying slightly. The scientist part of her brain knew what was happening; oxytocin had flooded her system, sending her to new heights of euphoria. Now prolactin was settling in, bringing her down. Knowing the biology of it didn’t help.
Am I ashamed? She wondered. Embarrassed? Mortified? No, that’s not it. Missing something? Someone? Am I lonely?
She had no qualms about what she had done, or about what those men had done to her. That felt wonderful and delightfully dirty. She was beautiful and powerful. She was desired. She had the adoration of others. She loved being the strong explorer starship captain and the raving wonton gangbang slut. It was intense. It was empowering. It felt incredible.
But right now, she was sad. Not for any reason. And for every reason. She was just sad and lonely and empty.
She closed her eyes as more tears fell.
The hatch of her quarters opened, spilling in the light, and Mads was standing framed in the doorway. Her raven black hair was down around her shoulders, and she wore a tiny negligée that covered little of her beautiful tan body. She didn’t say a word. She simply walked calmly over to Faraday and wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly and began gently rocking her.
Faraday began sobbing.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Madison whispered. “You’re experiencing a sub drop. It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
Faraday simply sobbed quietly into Madison’s shoulder. She felt someone else move behind her and smelled sweet, clean soap and lavender shampoo. Sarah was there as well. She should have felt ashamed and humiliated, but she didn’t. The presence of the other two women felt safe. They understood. They knew. One a lover and surrogate sister, the other a lover and surrogate mother.
“Shhh,” whispered Sarah into her neck. “That’s our good girl. It’s okay. We’ve got you. We love you.”
The older woman wrapped her arms around Faraday from behind and leaned in, her body pressing against her back, warm and comforting.
“You’re amazing, Faraday,” Sarah said in her precise New Atlantean accent. “You’re so strong and slutty. A complete whore and a powerful woman. One and the same. They’re you and you are what we love. You’re safe now, dear heart.”
“You’re going to be okay, babe,” whispered Mads. “You’re with people who love you. Who adore you.”
They held her like that for what seemed hours.
When she stopped crying, Sarah guided her to the shower. She stripped off Faraday’s chemise while Madison started the hot, soothing water.
Madison stepped into the steaming jets, still in her tiny negligée, and held out her hand to Faraday. Sarah joined them wearing her pink and white pajama pants and grey halter top. Both were soaked through immediately, the wet fabrics clinging to every sexy, sensuous curve of their bodies.
They started with her face, gently washing away the tears, cum and saliva that had dried there. They carefully washed her breasts, ass, legs, and torso. Madison used a soft washcloth and carefully, gingerly washed between her legs, her sensitive pussy pulsing and contracting despite the tender touch.
They’d pounded her hard. God, she loved it. She had begged for it and pounded back.
Sarah pulled out Faraday’s braids and thoroughly washed her dark blonde hair. Caked on cum had dried and matted it in several places. Sarah just rinsed it out, never saying a word.
They finished cleaning her and stepped out of the shower. Taking dry towels, they patted her down, rung out and dried her hair, and softly rubbed scented oil on her skin, starting with her shoulders and neck and working down her breasts, belly, back, and legs.
“That’s better,” said Sarah approvingly as she looked Faraday over. There was lust in her eyes, but Faraday could see the deep affection and love behind it, as well. “Well fucked, filled up, and so beautiful. You’re going to be just fine, love.”
Madison stripped off her soaked negligée and let it fall to the floor. She led Faraday over to the large queen-sized bed in the captain’s quarters and threw the covers open. She crawled into bed, pulling Faraday with her.
Faraday immediately cuddled into the younger woman, burying her head in Madison’s shoulder. She felt fuller now. Not like when she was being stuffed with dick and filled with cum. She loved that. This was a deeper, more fulfilling completeness that radiated from her chest. She loved that even more.
Sarah stood next to the bed and watched them for a moment, smiling.
“Good girl,” she said softly. “You’re safe now.”
Sarah stripped off her pajamas and slid into bed next to the two women, pulling the covers up over all of them and pressing her body tightly against Faraday’s back. Faraday could feel Madison’s large breasts pressing softly against hers. One of Madison’s legs was between hers, soothing her in more ways than one. Sarah’s smaller, firm breasts pressed against her back, hand resting on Faraday’s hip, her body curved around Faraday’s tightly and perfectly.
“I love you both,” Faraday whispered.
She smiled and sighed. She drifted off, the two women wrapped around her, and she was safe and loved.
She slept more soundly than she had in a century.