Chapter 5: The Morning After the Test
The green light from the test kit still glowed on the bathroom counter, a small, stubborn beacon in the dim quarters.
Corey woke first. She always did. Her internal clock had been calibrated by years of early morning fitness classes, and even in the void of space, her body refused to sleep past 0600. But this morning, she didn't get up. Didn't reach for her workout clothes or head to the gym.
She lay still, her body curled against Jessie's back, her hand resting on Jessie's stomach. The skin was warm beneath her palm. Soft. Unchanged, at least on the surface. But underneath—Corey knew—things were happening. Cells dividing. Life taking root.
She pressed her palm flat, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Jessie's breath.
"Mine too," she whispered, so quiet she barely heard herself. "You're carrying ours, but I want it too. Someday."
Jessie stirred. A soft murmur, not quite awake. Her body shifted, pressing back against Corey's warmth. The movement brought her ass against Corey's hips, and Corey felt a pulse of heat low in her belly.
She should let her sleep. She should wait. But her hand was already moving, sliding down from Jessie's stomach, fingers trailing through the soft hair between her thighs.
Jessie made a sound—half protest, half welcome.
"Corey," she mumbled, still mostly asleep. "What time is it?"
"Early." Corey's lips brushed Jessie's shoulder. "Go back to sleep if you want."
But her fingers kept moving, finding the heat beneath the curls, parting the folds. Jessie was already wet. Always wet, it seemed, since they'd started this. Since the pregnancy. Something had shifted in her body, a heightened sensitivity that made every touch electric.
"I can't sleep with you doing that," Jessie breathed.
"I know." Corey smiled against her skin. "That's the point."
Her fingers found Jessie's clit, swollen and slick. She circled it slowly, deliberately, feeling Jessie's hips twitch.
"Fuck," Jessie whispered. "Corey."
"Shh. Don't wake Jim."
But Jim was already awake. Had been for minutes, lying on Jessie's other side, watching. His cock was hard, tenting the sheet, but he didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched the two women in the dim light, the slow rhythm of Corey's hand, the way Jessie's breath came faster.
Corey's fingers slid lower, pressing inside Jessie's cunt. Two fingers, then three, stroking deep.
"God, you're so wet," Corey breathed. "You're always so fucking wet."
"Because of you." Jessie's voice was strained. "Because you never stop touching me."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
The word came out broken. Corey pressed her fingers deeper, curling them, finding the spot that made Jessie's whole body jerk.
"Right there," Jessie gasped. "Fuck, right there."
Corey worked her with precision. She knew this body now, the way she knew her own. Knew what made Jessie come fast, what made her draw it out. Right now, she wanted fast. Wanted to feel Jessie come apart on her fingers while Jim watched.
She pressed her thumb to Jessie's clit, rubbing in tight circles while her fingers fucked deep. Jessie's hips rose off the bed, her body arching, her mouth open on a silent scream.
"Come for me," Corey whispered. "Come on my fingers. Let Jim hear you."
Jessie came.
It was a broken thing, a raw cry that echoed off the metal walls. Her cunt clenched around Corey's fingers, wave after wave, until she collapsed back against the bed, panting.
Corey pulled her fingers out slowly. They were coated, slick and glistening. She brought them to her mouth, tasting Jessie's salt while Jessie watched.
"Good morning," Corey said, grinning.
Jim laughed—a low, rough sound. "You couldn't wait."
"Could you?" Corey rolled onto her back, looking at him. His cock was fully hard, leaking precum. "You were watching. You could have joined in."
"I was enjoying the show."
Jessie rolled over, pressing her face into Jim's shoulder. "You're both terrible."
"You love it." Corey sat up, her hair a golden mess. "Now I want more."
She looked at them—Jessie still trembling, Jim hard and waiting—and felt the familiar surge of hunger. She wanted everything. Wanted to be filled, used, wanted to taste both of them at once.
"I want Jim inside me," she said. "While I eat Jessie out. She's already so wet, and I want to taste her while you fuck me."
Jim's eyes darkened. "You want what you want."
"Always." Corey grinned. "You knew that when you married me."
Jessie laughed, breathless. "We didn't technically marry. The AI paired us."
"Paperwork," Corey said. "Details. Get on your back, Jess. I'm hungry."
Jessie obeyed. She lay back against the pillows, her knees bent, her cunt still glistening from her orgasm. Corey settled between her legs, her mouth already watering.
She didn't tease. She dove in, tongue flat against Jessie's slit, licking up every drop of her release. Jessie gasped, oversensitive, but didn't push her away.
Behind them, the bed dipped as Jim moved. His hands found Corey's hips, pulling her up, positioning her on her knees. Her ass rose in the air, her cunt exposed, dripping.
"Fuck me," Corey said against Jessie's cunt. "Fuck me hard."
Jim entered her in one slow thrust. The stretch was exquisite, perfect, and Corey moaned against Jessie's clit, the vibration making Jessie jerk.
"Jim," Corey gasped. "Yes. Just like that."
He started to move. Slow at first, deep strokes that bottomed out, then faster, harder. The slap of skin on skin filled the small room. The bed creaked, rocking against the wall.
Corey kept eating Jessie out, her tongue working in rhythm with Jim's thrusts. Every deep stroke pushed her face harder into Jessie's cunt, and Jessie was losing it, her fingers twisted in Corey's hair, her hips grinding up.
"I'm close," Jessie panted. "Corey, I'm—"
"Come," Corey said against her. "Come on my tongue."
Jessie did. Her second orgasm ripped through her, a raw, sobbing cry. Corey drank her down, not stopping, not slowing, even as Jim fucked her harder.
"God, Corey," Jim groaned. "Your cunt. Fuck."
His hips slapped against her ass, his balls swinging low, brushing against her clit with every thrust. Corey was close too—so close—the pleasure building in her belly, tight and hot.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "Jim, don't fucking stop."
He didn't. He drove into her, relentless, and Corey came with a scream, her body clenching around his cock, her face buried in Jessie's cunt.
Jim fucked her through it, chasing his own release. At the last moment, he pulled out, his cock slick and dripping, and stroked himself twice before he came.
His seed painted Corey's ass, her lower back, dripping down onto Jessie's thighs. Hot, thick, salty. Corey collapsed onto Jessie, breathing hard, and felt Jim's cum cooling on her skin.
"Holy shit," Corey whispered.
Jessie laughed, breathless. "That's one word for it."
Jim moved then. He bent over them, his body covering them both, and his tongue found the cum on Jessie's belly. He licked it up slowly, deliberately, tasting himself and her mixed together. Jessie shivered, her cunt twitching with aftershocks.
"You're cleaning me up," she said, her voice soft with wonder.
"I'm tasting you," Jim corrected, lifting his head. "Tasting what I put inside you. Tasting the life we made."
Corey's hand found Jessie's stomach, pressing flat. "It's in there. Our baby. Growing."
They lay there, a tangled knot of limbs and sweat and cum, the ship humming around them. Corey's hand on Jessie's belly. Jim's hand on Corey's back. Jessie's fingers tangled in both of their hair.
"We should shower," Jessie said eventually.
"In a minute."
"Corey, we're covered in—"
"I know." Corey grinned against her shoulder. "I like it. I like smelling like you. Like both of you. It's fucking primal."
Jim laughed. "You're insane."
"Maybe." Corey turned her head, kissing Jessie's jaw. "But you love me anyway."
The word hung in the air. Love. They hadn't said it. Not to each other, not in the three weeks since they'd started this. It had been about compatibility, about biology, about building something real. But love—that was different. That was dangerous.
Jessie touched Corey's face, her fingers gentle. "I do," she said. "I love you. Both of you."
Corey's eyes went wide. For once, she had nothing to say.
Jim was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I love you too. I didn't expect to. Didn't think I'd feel this way. But I do."
Corey swallowed. Her voice was rough when she finally spoke. "Same. I mean—I love you. Both. It's weird. It's a lot. But it's real."
The silence that followed was different than before. Heavier. Fuller.
Then Corey pressed her face into Jessie's neck, and whispered, "Don't make me cry. I hate crying."
"Then don't cry." Jessie kissed her hair. "Just be here."
"I'm here."
The ship's morning cycle began. The lights shifted, slowly brightening, simulating dawn. Somewhere in the distance, the soft chime of the wake-up call echoed through the corridors.
They should get up. Should shower, eat, report to their shifts. The colony ship didn't run on romance.
But for a few more minutes, they stayed.
Corey's hand moved to Jim's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle. "We should do this more often."
"We just did."
"No, I mean—all of us. Together. Not just the sex. But planning. Thinking about the future. Names, like Jessie said."
Jessie smiled. "I've been thinking about names."
"You already said that."
"I've been thinking harder." Jessie pulled the sheet up over them, covering the mess. "If it's a girl—or even if it's a boy—I want to name it something that means growth. Something that honors where it was made."
Corey tilted her head. "In a hydroponics bay. Surrounded by tomatoes."
"Exactly."
Jim traced a line down Jessie's arm. "What about for a boy?"
"I don't know yet. I'm still thinking."
The chime came again. Louder this time. The ship demanding their attention.
Jim sighed and sat up, the sheet falling away. His cock was soft now, spent, but the sight of him—lean and scarred and human—made Jessie's chest ache.
"We should check on the test," he said. "Verify it's still positive."
"It's been three hours," Corey said. "Pregnancy tests don't change."
"Still. I want to see it again."
They moved slowly. The shower was small, designed for efficiency, not comfort. But they made it work—three bodies under the recycled water, hands washing, touching, lingering. By the time they stepped out, the fog on the mirror was thick, and they had to wipe it down to see themselves.
Jessie looked at her reflection. Her hand moved to her belly, pressing flat.
"Nothing's changed," she said. "Not yet. But it will."
Corey came up behind her, her arms wrapping around Jessie's waist. "What's it going to look like? The baby?"
"Human, I assume." Jessie smiled. "Small. Loud."
Jim laughed, toweling his hair. "I hope it has your eyes."
"And your hands," Corey added. "Long fingers. Engineer fingers."
"And your stubbornness," Jessie said to Corey.
"All three of us?" Corey's grin was wide. "We're going to make the most stubborn baby in the universe."
They dressed in comfortable silence. Jessie pulled on her coveralls—the ones she'd been wearing that night in the hydroponics bay, freshly cleaned now, but still carrying a faint trace of soil. She pressed her nose to the fabric, breathing deep.
"You're smelling your coveralls," Corey said.
"They smell like the garden."
"You smell like the garden." Corey kissed her cheek. "It's one of the things I love about you."
The final word—love—lingered in the air. Jessie smiled, tentative but real.
They left their quarters together. The corridor was busy with other colonists, their 12th group moving through their morning routines. Eyes followed them—always did, the triad drawing attention in a way that none of them had fully adjusted to. But this morning, Jessie didn't care.
She walked with Jim on one side, Corey on the other. Her hand rested on her stomach, the secret held close.
She was carrying the future. And she was not alone.
At the junction to the hydroponics bay, she paused.
"Go ahead," she said. "I want to check on the seedlings."
Jim squeezed her hand. "Meet you at the mess hall?"
"In an hour."
Corey kissed her quickly. "Don't be late. You need to eat. For two."
"Three," Jessie corrected. "The baby, me, and your ego."
Corey laughed, loud and bright. "Fair."
They walked away, and Jessie turned toward the bay. The hiss of the door opening, the familiar rush of humid air. The blue lights glowed, steady and calm.
She walked among the seedlings. Her hand brushed the leaves of a tomato plant—the same one she'd touched that night. It was taller now. Stronger.
She knelt, pressing her palm to the soil.
"Thank you," she whispered. Not to the plants, exactly. Not to the ship, or the AI, or any god she'd stopped believing in years ago. Just—thank you. To the universe. To the improbable chain of events that had brought her here, to this moment, to this life.
The plants didn't answer. They didn't need to.
They just kept growing.
The hydroponics bay held its breath.
Jessie stayed on her knees for a long time, her palm flat against the warm soil, feeling the pulse of something invisible. The seedlings didn't speak. They didn't need to. They just kept growing, silent and inexorable, reaching toward the blue light with a determination that bordered on faith.
She thought about her grandmother.
Not the woman she'd known in her final years—frail, bent, her hands gnarled from decades of working the earth—but the woman she'd been before. The one who'd taught Jessie to plant corn by the phases of the moon, to speak to the seeds before they went into the ground, to believe that everything living carried a spirit worth respecting.
"Life finds a way," she'd said, every time Jessie had come home crying about something the world had taken from her. "It always finds a way."
Jessie had stopped believing that somewhere between her mother's cancer diagnosis and the day she'd watched the last old-growth forest on Earth burn to ash on a newsfeed. But here, in the sterile void of a colony ship, millions of miles from anything green and growing, she'd found proof.
Not faith. Proof.
She pressed her hand harder against her belly, as if she could feel the cells dividing, the life taking root. She couldn't. Not yet. But she knew it was there. A stubborn little cluster of possibility, defying the odds.
"Talking to the plants?"
The voice came from behind her. Jessie turned to find Dr. Elena Vasquez leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Elena was the ship's chief medical officer, a no-nonsense woman in her fifties with silver-streaked hair and eyes that missed nothing.
"Something like that," Jessie said, rising to her feet.
Elena walked toward her, footsteps soft on the grated floor. She stopped a few feet away, her gaze dropping to Jessie's stomach.
"Corey told me," Elena said. "She was in the mess hall, practically vibrating. You'd think she was the one carrying the baby."
Jessie felt her face flush. "She's excited."
"I noticed." Elena's mouth quirked. "She also told me you haven't been to medical yet. You need to confirm the pregnancy. Run the proper tests."
"I took a test. It was positive."
"Home tests are one thing. I need to check your hormone levels, do an ultrasound. Make sure everything's developing normally." Elena's voice softened. "This is the first pregnancy on this ship, Jessie. The first human life conceived in deep space. You understand what that means?"
Jessie's throat tightened. She'd been trying not to think about it. About the weight of what she was carrying—not just a child, but a symbol. A statement. Proof that humanity could do more than survive in the void.
"I understand," she said.
"Then come with me. Now. Before your shift starts."
Jessie followed her out of the bay, her heart hammering against her ribs.
---
The medical bay was small and white, designed for emergencies and routine care in equal measure. Elena gestured for Jessie to sit on the examination table, its surface cold through the thin fabric of her coveralls.
"This will be quick," Elena said, pulling on gloves. "Blood draw first. Then the ultrasound."
Jessie held out her arm, watching as Elena inserted the needle with practiced ease. The vial filled slowly, dark and thick.
"Have you been experiencing any symptoms?" Elena asked.
"Some nausea. Tender breasts. Fatigue."
"All normal. Any cramping? Bleeding?"
"No."
"No bleeding," Jessie said. "No cramping. Just... tired."
Elena nodded, pressing the ultrasound wand to Jessie's abdomen. The screen flickered, static resolving into grayscale shapes. Jessie held her breath.
"See that?" Elena pointed to a small, dark circle. "That's the gestational sac. Right where it should be."
Jessie stared at the screen. The sac was impossibly small, barely visible, a smudge of shadow against the gray. But it was there. Real. She felt tears prick at her eyes.
"Is it—is everything okay?"
"Everything looks perfect." Elena adjusted the wand, capturing measurements. "Based on the size, I'd estimate you're about three weeks along. Which means conception happened—"
"In the hydroponics bay," Jessie finished. "Three weeks ago. The night I brought them there."
Elena paused, her expression shifting. "That's... poetic."
"It wasn't planned that way. Not exactly. I just knew I was ovulating. I wanted to do it somewhere that felt alive."
"And now you're carrying the first child conceived on this ship." Elena set the wand aside, her voice dropping. "You understand the implications, Jessie. Medical. Scientific. Ethical."
"I understand."
"Good. Because I'm going to need you to come in every week for monitoring. We don't know how a pregnancy will progress in zero-G, or how the radiation shielding will affect fetal development. This is uncharted territory."
Jessie's hand found her belly. "I'll do whatever you need."
Elena stripped off her gloves, tossing them in the recycler. "One more thing. I'll need to speak with Jim and Corey. Separately and together. Standard protocol for triad bondings."
"Protocol?"
"Psychological evaluation. Making sure everyone's on the same page about the pregnancy. About what comes next." Elena's eyes were kind but firm. "You're not just having a baby, Jessie. You're creating a family. On a ship that wasn't designed for families."
Jessie slid off the table, pulling her coveralls back into place. "I know."
"Do you? Because once this baby is born, there's no going back. You're all in. Forever."
"I've been all in since the moment I met them."
Elena studied her for a long moment. Then she nodded, a small smile breaking through her clinical reserve.
"Then congratulations, mama. I'll see you next week."
---
Jim found her in the observation deck.
It was a small room, barely large enough for two people, with a single curved window that looked out into the void. Stars stretched in every direction, cold and indifferent, beautiful in their remoteness. He was sitting on the bench, his hands clasped between his knees, staring at nothing.
"You missed breakfast," Jessie said, sliding onto the bench beside him.
"Wasn't hungry."
She leaned into his shoulder. "Corey told you about the medical visit."
"She texted me. Said you were doing the ultrasound." He turned to look at her, his dark eyes searching. "Is it real? Is everything—"
"It's real." She took his hand, pressing it to her belly. "Three weeks. Right on schedule. Elena said everything looks perfect."
Jim's breath caught. His fingers spread wide, covering the space where the life was growing. He didn't speak for a long moment.
"I was scared," he admitted finally. "That the test was wrong. That we'd gotten our hopes up for nothing."
"It wasn't wrong."
"A baby." He shook his head, a slow, wondering movement. "We're having a baby. On a spaceship. With two women I met three weeks ago."
"Three weeks and two days," Jessie corrected. "Not that anyone's counting."
He laughed, a rough, surprised sound. "What the hell are we doing, Jess?"
"Building something." She turned his face toward her, her palm cupping his jaw. "Something real. Something that matters."
"I didn't think I'd have this." His voice was thick. "When I signed up for the colony, I thought—I don't know. I thought I'd be alone. Working my shift, watching the stars, waiting to get to the new world. I didn't think I'd have a family."
"Neither did I." Jessie kissed him, soft and quick. "But here we are."
They sat in silence, watching the stars wheel past. Somewhere beyond that blackness was their destination—a planet they'd only seen in simulations, a world waiting for them to arrive.
"I'm going to be a father," Jim said, as if testing the words.
"You already are."
---
Corey was in their quarters when they returned.
She'd pulled the mattress off the bed and dragged it onto the floor, covering it with blankets and pillows. A small collection of food packets sat on the desk—stolen from the mess hall, most likely—along with three cups of water.
"What's all this?" Jessie asked.
"A nest." Corey beamed, arms spread wide. "I read that pregnant women like nests. Soft things. Comfort. So you're going to lie down, eat something, and rest."
"Corey. It's the middle of the day."
"And you just had an ultrasound. You need to rest." Corey crossed to her, taking Jessie's hands. "Please. Let me take care of you. I need to do something."
Jessie looked at the nest. At the blankets. At the way Corey's eyes were bright with hope and something else—a need to be useful, to be part of this.
So she lay down.
The blankets were soft. The pillows smelled faintly of Corey's shampoo. Jim settled on one side of her, Corey on the other, their bodies forming a warm shelter.
"How was the ultrasound?" Corey asked.
"Perfect. The doctor said I'm about three weeks along."
"Three weeks." Corey's hand found Jessie's belly. "So that night in the hydroponics bay. When Jim came inside you. That was the moment."
"Looks that way."
"Fucking poet." Corey grinned. "We made a baby in a garden."
They ate food packets and drank water and talked about names. Jim suggested something practical—a strong, simple name that would serve a colonist well. Corey wanted something that meant light, or strength, or both. Jessie listened and didn't commit to anything.
"I want her to have a name that means something," she said finally. "Something that honors where we came from and where we're going."
"Him," Corey said. "It could be a boy."
"It's a girl. I can feel it."
"You can't feel it."
"I can. Mother's intuition."
Corey rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Jim just watched them, a quiet warmth in his expression that Jessie had never seen before.
"Okay," Corey said. "Names. Go."
But before Jessie could answer, a chime sounded from the wall panel. An incoming message, marked urgent.
Jim rose to check it. His face went still as he read.
"What is it?" Jessie asked.
"Dr. Vasquez. She wants to meet with all three of us. Tomorrow morning. Something about the pregnancy protocols."
Corey frowned. "Protocols?"
"She didn't say. Just that it's important."
Jessie's hand moved to her belly. She'd known there would be complications. A pregnancy in space wasn't simple. There were tests, evaluations, decisions that would have to be made.
But whatever came next, she wouldn't face it alone.
"We'll go together," she said. "Whatever it is."
Jim nodded. Corey squeezed her hand.
The stars wheeled past the window, cold and indifferent. But here, in the warm nest of blankets and bodies, something was growing.
Something that would change everything.
---
The next morning found them in a conference room adjacent to the medical bay.
Dr. Vasquez sat across from them, a tablet in her hands. Beside her was Commander Harrigan, the colony mission's military leader—a broad-shouldered man in his late forties with graying temples and eyes that had seen things he never talked about.
Formal. Serious. The room felt small despite its size.
"Thank you for coming," Elena said. "We need to discuss protocol regarding your pregnancy. There are decisions that need to be made."
"What kind of decisions?" Jim asked.
Commander Harrigan leaned forward. "The kind that affect the colony's future, not just your own. This child will be the first human born on an extrasolar planet. Its health, its development, its very existence—these are variables we can't predict."
Corey's jaw tightened. "She's not a variable. She's a baby."
"She's both." Elena's voice was gentle but firm. "And we need to prepare for every possibility."
Jessie placed her hand on Corey's thigh, a calming gesture. "What possibilities?"
Elena exchanged a glance with Harrigan. "We need to conduct regular genetic testing. Monitor for anomalies. There's a chance—a small one—that the pregnancy won't be viable in zero-G. The human body wasn't designed for this."
The words hung in the air like a blade.
"There's also the matter of birth," Harrigan added. "We have limited medical facilities. A complicated delivery could be catastrophic."
"You're scaring them," Elena said sharply. Then, to Jessie: "We're not saying any of this will happen. We're saying it could. And we need to plan for it."
"Plan for what, exactly?" Jim asked.
"Contingencies. Worst-case scenarios. Decisions about what we do if—"
"No." Corey's voice cracked like a whip. "We're not talking about worst-case scenarios. She's carrying our baby. We're not planning for anything except a healthy delivery."
Elena held up a hand. "I understand your fear. I do. But you need to understand ours. We're responsible for twelve thousand colonists. This pregnancy is unprecedented. If something goes wrong—"
"Then we deal with it when it happens." Jim's voice was low and steady. "Not before."
Harrigan studied him. "You're the pragmatist. I read your file. Systems engineer. Problem-solver. You understand calculated risk."
"I understand that planning for disaster creates its own kind of disaster. If you spend all your energy preparing for the worst, you miss the good things happening right in front of you."
Elena set down her tablet. "What are you asking for?"
"Time." Jim leaned forward. "We're three weeks in. Give us another month. Monitor the pregnancy, run your tests, but don't ask us to make decisions about worst-case scenarios. Not yet. Let us be excited. Let us be happy."
Silence stretched.
Then Harrigan nodded slowly. "One month. But if anything—anything—looks wrong, we reconvene. And we make the hard decisions together."
"Agreed," Jessie said.
Corey just nodded, her hand tight around Jessie's.
The meeting ended. They walked out together, the corridor stretching ahead of them, the ship humming around them.
"That was intense," Corey said.
"We're still standing." Jim wrapped an arm around each of them. "That's what matters."
Jessie stopped. She turned to face them both, her hand resting on her belly.
"I don't care what they say," she said. "What they predict. I'm going to have this baby. Here, on this ship, and then on the new world. This baby is the future. Our future."
Corey pulled her into a hug. Jim wrapped his arms around them both.
The corridor was busy with colonists going about their shifts, but for a moment, they were the only three people in the universe.
"We should celebrate," Corey said.
Jessie laughed. "Again?"
"Always." Corey grinned. "We're going to celebrate this baby every day until it's born. Until it's born, and then we'll celebrate every day after."
Jim shook his head, but he was smiling. "What did you have in mind?"
Corey's grin widened. "I have ideas."
The door to their quarters slid shut behind them.
Corey didn't waste time. She pushed Jessie against the wall, her mouth claiming hers in a hard, hungry kiss. Her hands were already moving, unfastening the clasps of Jessie's coveralls, pushing fabric aside.
"Corey—"
"Shh." Corey's lips moved to Jessie's neck, teeth grazing her pulse. "Let me. I want to taste you. I want to taste both of you."
Jim watched from the doorway, his cock hardening.
Corey pulled Jessie's coveralls down, dropping to her knees in front of her. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Jessie's underwear and pulled them down, exposing her to the cool air.
"Fuck," Corey whispered, her breath hot against Jessie's cunt. "I love how you smell. I love how you taste. I could eat you for hours."
She didn't wait. Her tongue was inside Jessica, a hard, fast lick that made Jessie's knees buckle. Corey caught her, holding her up, her mouth working with filthy determination.
"Jim," Jessie gasped. "Jim, I need—"
He crossed the room in three steps. His own clothes came off in a rush—coveralls, underwear, boots—and then he was beside them, his hand fisting his cock, watching Corey devour Jessie.
"Don't just stand there," Corey said between licks. "Fuck my mouth while I eat her."
Jim didn't need to be told twice. He knelt behind Corey, guiding his cock to her lips. She opened her mouth, taking him in, and the wet heat of her throat made him groan.
The room filled with sounds—wet, obscene, perfect. Corey's tongue never stopped moving against Jessie, even as Jim fucked her face, his hips slapping against her chin. Jessie's fingers twisted in Corey's hair, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
"I'm close," Jessie panted. "Corey, I'm—"
Corey pushed her tongue deeper, and Jessie came with a scream, her body convulsing, her cunt soaking Corey's face.
But Corey didn't stop. She pulled her mouth away from Jim's cock, grabbed Jessie by the hips, and spun her around, bending her over the desk. Jessie's hands scrabbled for purchase as Corey spread her cheeks.
"Now Jim," Corey said. "Fuck her. Fill her up."
Jim positioned himself at Jessie's entrance. She was slick, dripping, swollen from her orgasm. He pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust.
"Fuck," Jessie gasped. "Jim, fuck me. Don't be gentle."
He wasn't. His hips snapped forward, hard and fast, the desk slamming against the wall with each thrust. Corey knelt beneath them, her tongue finding Jessie's clit, licking and sucking while Jim pounded into her from behind.
"She's so tight," Jim groaned. "Corey, her cunt is so tight around my cock."
"Because she's carrying our baby. Because her body's changing." Corey's voice was muffled against Jessie's cunt. "Fuck her harder. Make her feel it."
Jim grabbed Jessie's hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. The desk creaked a violent warning, but neither of them cared. The pleasure was building—tight, hot, unbearable.
"I'm going to come," Jim gritted out. "Jessie, I'm—"
"Inside. Come inside me. Please."
He did. His release flooded her, hot and thick, and the sensation pushed Jessie over the edge into a second orgasm. She screamed, her body clenching, milking every drop.
Corey licked them both clean—Jim's cock, Jessie's cunt, the mixture of fluids dripping down her thighs. She swallowed it all, moaning at the taste.
"Fuck," Corey breathed, standing on shaky legs. "That was—"
"Not enough," Jessie said.
Corey blinked. "What?"
Jessie turned, her eyes dark, her hand reaching for Corey's belt. "You made me come twice. Now I want to watch Jim fuck you. And then I want to fuck you myself."
Corey's laugh was breathless. "You're insatiable."
"I'm pregnant. Blame the hormones."
Jim was already recovering, his cock twitching with renewed interest. He stepped forward, pulling Corey into a rough kiss.
"You heard her," he said. "Bend over."
Corey obeyed. She bent over the desk, her ass in the air, her cunt already wet. Jim slid into her with a single thrust, and she cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
Jessie grabbed the strap-on from the drawer. She fastened it around her hips, her eyes never leaving them.
"Move," she told Jim.
He pulled out, his cock gleaming with Corey's juices, and Jessie took his place. She pressed the silicone cock against Corey's entrance.
"Ready?"
"Yes. Fuck me. Please."
Jessie pushed inside. Corey was tight, hot, still trembling from her earlier orgasm. Jessie set a punishing rhythm, her hips slamming forward.
"That's it," Jim said, his hand on his cock. "Fuck her. She loves it."
Corey was moaning, a constant stream of obscenities. Her cunt clenched around the strap-on, her body chasing release.
"Harder," she begged. "Jessie, harder."
Jessie gave her everything. She fucked Corey through three orgasms, each one louder than the last, until Corey collapsed onto the desk, sobbing with pleasure.
"Enough," Corey whispered. "No more. I can't."
Jessie pulled out. Her legs were shaking. She unfastened the strap-on and let it fall to the floor.
They collapsed onto the mattress-nest, a tangle of limbs and sweat and cum. Their breathing was ragged, the only sound in the room.
"We need to shower," Jessie said eventually.
"In a minute," Corey murmured.
"You said that last time."
"I'll say it every time."
Jim laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through all of them. His hand found Jessie's belly, pressing flat.
"Everything's changing," he said. "Our lives. Our futures. Everything."
"Good," Jessie said. "I didn't want it to stay the same."
Corey's hand joined Jim's. "What do you think it'll be like? When we land? When the baby's born?"
"I don't know." Jessie's voice was soft. "But I know we'll be together."
The ship hummed around them. The stars wheeled past the small window. Somewhere in the distance, a new world was waiting.
But here, in the warm dark of their quarters, another world was already growing.