Jonah did indeed physically rise on the balls of his feel as he felt Vahl’s hand move to his ass. His cock was being held fast between the two slick, luscious mounds of flesh. But when Vahl’s fingers entered him, there was a fast encroaching sense of inevitability as the Ataxian knew from repeated experience exactly how to find Jonah’s P-spot. A tight knot grew in Jonah’s stomach and it felt like all his energy was rushing to his core. He felt his balls gripped tightly and they began to twitch needfully.<br/><br/>“Ngh...fuck…” Jonah grunted, trying to find a last-ditch remnant of resolve to drag out the enjoyment a little longer, but he knew now it was hopefully. Lizz’s tits felt too good, and Vahl’s finger was - quite literally - on the trigger. Yet surprisingly, the thing the finally set him off was the subtlest caress of her long, slender leg movin up between his. When her thigh came up against Vahl’s hand on Jonah’s balls, the four-way sensation was too much.<br/><br/>Jonah blew his load, sending an eruption of creamy jets and beads directly upwards, most of which fell back down onto Lizz’s face, shoulders and chest. The human jabbed his hips repeatedly against Lizz’s bossom - every forward thrust tantalising his cock between her breasts and every backwards thrust electrifying him with the press of Vahl’s fingers.<br/><br/>As the last of his need trickled out onto Lizz’s cleavage, Jonah felt his legs starting to go weak.<br/><br/>“So,” he gasped, looking quite ridiculous, barely able to stand limply in between the captive and his first mate.. “We’re agreed then? We keep her around the ship and see how useful she can be? Is that acceptable to everyone?”<br/><br/>He looked down through slightly glazed-over eyes at the orange-skinned female face which had taken on a subtly yet distinctly salacious expression, leaving little doubt that she had been turned on by what had just taken place.