The Nuru Pods of Isa Dua

As soon as his ship blipped on the sensorium, they knew the long wait would soon be over. Though days had passed, the last few moments before his arrival had sent his commitants into dizzying spirals of longing. The latex cushions were firmed and the spigot released copious glistening ropes of the warm nuru fluid into the rubbery ring basin. By the time the entry portal dilated to reveal his silhouette, they had been writhing for an hour in the pool of fluid, their fingers exploring every slippery inch of one another, spreading the lubricating slime to all parts inside and out. For a moment they froze, locking eyes on his. As he disrobed, the bodies of his commitants undulated together in a slow rhythmic dance, his pheromones triggering a blissful haze in their minds. Their senses were amplified to intense stimulation from all around; the warm fluid, the sensation of teasing tongues, their hardened nipples slipping over one another. In a moment, he slid into the basin and they merged in warm ecstasy as their bodies engaged in a rhythmic dance. Though tired from his long trip, he felt his energy rise within him as slow pulses of release and excitement surged within. The ambient thrumming of the pod's music generator synced with their movement as he gave them everything he had, from up and over, between and on top, from behind and beneath, flattening them into the billowing latex bubbles, rolling them over in the pool of slickness to take his pleasure as they squealed and moaned in satisfaction and surprise. He gave it to them over and over as time drifted out of mind, always invigorated anew by the warm enervating fluid and the expert manipulations of his companions.