Pleasure Cruise - Part XXIII (Patreon)

1,000+ words catches up with Tiara, who has gone from cumming to needing...

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Tiara collapsed into a thick pool of her ruby spunk. Her body was shaking, he breathing so ragged she nearly inhaled some of her splooge as her face ground into the puddle. It matted her hair, and as Tiara attempted to push herself up her hand slid, dropping her whole upper body into her mess with a splat.

Self-control wasn’t a well-honed skill in Tiara’s repertoire, but she’d been shamed and shushed by the ship’s automatons so much during her “calming” cum-lock that she ground her teeth tightly together instead of giving in to more loud swears. She finally found grip between feet and hands and stood up, strings of scarlet dripping from...well, every part of her.

Especially the tip of her competition-activated rubber cock. Tiara took deep breaths, fruitlessly wiping off her gunk and splattering it to the floor as her body adapted from the constant orgasm which had held no satisfaction, to a burning heat of desire to rut with someone who had been transformed on the ship.

As Tiara stepped away from the spot she’d been stuck in for unknown hours she nearly tripped over something small rushing by. Stumbling to the side, Tiara saw a small troop of automatons descend on her mess. It was only now she realized they’d stationed themselves around the endowed woman some time ago, keeping her endless expulsions to a contained area. Now that she was done they finished the job, small mops and scented sprays cleaning away what remained on the floor. Most of them then wheeled away to new stations on the ship.

Except one. It turned its little squeegee to the red footprints Tiara had left behind her, and the droplets she’d shucked from her body. It cleaned it all up, then wheeled closer to Tiara. There was no face, but the way it angled upwards towards the horny woman made it clear it knew Tiara would likely make more mess.

And it was waiting to do its job.

“Go away. Shoo,” Tiara hissed, although she refrained from actually swatting at the machine. She didn’t need to be stuck in the anti-violence system response again. She took a few steps backwards towards the coffee lounge’s seating area, a couple light red footprints left on the deck. The automaton angled towards the floor, cleaned them, then looked up at Tiara again.

“Fucking hell,” she sighed, and turned away from the machine. She didn’t really have the mental capacity to deal with this kind of bullshit. Her whole body had gone from exhausting orgasm to burning desire and Tiara needed to find someone to relieve this.

Scoping out the coffee area she’d hoped to spot a transformed woman sitting somewhere, sipping coffee and quietly reading. But at this hour there wasn’t much to see out beyond the huge windows. During the day you could see the bow of the Mestra, one of the pools and the ocean stretching out in every direction.

At this hour the deck lights didn’t give a good view of the activity below, and beyond the bow was just inky darkness. No one was here for the view.

About to give up and move on something out of place caught Tiara’s eye. It appeared to be a table, and in fact someone had left a cup of coffee atop it. But most of the tables spread around the lounge were smooth metal. This table had a marbled look, and its surface featured a few mounts. The discarded cup was standing upright, but slightly leaning to one side.

Approaching the curious item, and ignoring the sounds of the automaton cleaning behind her, Tiara got closer and realized what she was seeing was not a table. It was a passenger, and the woman had gotten down onto the floor on her hands and knees. Her head was back slightly, her mouth open, lips shaped like an O, eyes open but with a look of approaching orgasm. Her butt was in the air, her asscheeks partially separated.

And she was completely turned to marble, resting in place absolutely still. As she got closer Tiara could see that the woman’s asshole was puckered open, and her stone pussy was wide and empty.

And glistening.

“Well, don’t you look like a good time…” Tiara grinned. There was a moment she feared that approaching the immobilized passenger with sexual intent could get her locked in the cum-loop again - if the stone sheila didn’t want a dick in her. But, Tiara theorized, if the seemingly omnipotent ship didn’t stop her then the rigid woman must be in need of it.

She stepped around behind the petrified passenger and kneeled down, each of Tiara’s legs to the outside of the stiff feet. The gaping asshole stared up at Tiara, which bothered her slightly. That wasn’t her thing. But the marble maiden’s open and dripping stone snatch was at just the right height.

Tiara grabbed the woman’s ass to steady herself, and-

Oh, yes, please fuck me! My mouth! My ass! My pussy! It’s all so stiff and ready! Use me! Use me like the fuck furniture I am!

The words had pushed into Tiara’s mind and she pulled back with a jump. She quickly understood what was going on - contact with the hardened harlot let Tiara’s hear her desperate thoughts. It put her off a little bit, but with how horny she was an available fuck was an available fuck. She grabbed the stone cheeks and pushed the thick head of her red rod into the marble meat curtains.

It was tight, but slick, and Tiara could slowly slide centimeter by centimeter into the rock-hard canal. It squeezed her dick delightfully, like each inch was its own cock ring both coaxing Tiara to completion while holding back her future release.

Shiiiiit, yes, you’re dick is so thiiiiiiiick...punish me with it! Pound me until I crack!

Tiara wasn’t even in all the way yet! She could hear a squelching of lube pushing out around the tight seal her artificial cock had created. She slid her hands further up the marble woman’s body, grabbing the top of her hips to help push herself deeper.

Mmm, reach further! I need to be fucked, but no one has played with my titties since I froze here!