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computer Isa’s encrypted message. I expected the computer to spit the answers out in a nanosecond, but to my surprise, it’s telling me it could take the whole day. The fact that Isa managed to decrypt parts of it using just her human tools is nothing short of extraordinary.
    I shrug, looking down at my dented armor. There are still Prymetas bite-marks on my arms, and scratches on my back, but in a few days it’ll revert back to its original form.
    “It’s nothing,” I say.
    “It’s not nothing,” Isa answers. “You’re still bleeding!”
    The human female is headstrong. I’m used to my orders being obeyed without question, but her? She has a mind of her own.
    And, to my own surprise, I enjoy our arguments.
    “You know I get more injured than this in training every day, right?”
    “I don’t care! Take it off so I can help,” the human female answers, placing a med-kit on the kitchen table.
    “Fine,” I growl. “If you insist.” I grab my armor and tear it from my body with one pull, the material giving way instantly. Underneath, I am totally naked. Isa’s eyes grow wide as she drinks in my glorious form once again.
    “H-how?” she stammers.
    “This? It’s a semi-liquid,” I say as I throw it across a chair. “Provides maximum flexibility. As long as it’s on my body it’s damn near impenetrable, but if I want it off, well…”
    Isa’s blue eyes travel down my frame, from my wide shoulders and chiseled stomach down to my cock. She sucks in a breath when she sees me growing hard.
    Ah yes, my cock. I had almost forgotten the mesmerizing power it had over the human female.
    “Y-yes, well, sit down, please?” Isa asks.
    I smirk to myself. Her rebellious attitude melts like snow in the sun when she’s face-to-face with my member. I should have taken my armor off hours ago.
    “This was a good idea,” I say, stretching my arms above my head. “This feels much better.”
    Isa pats the chair, her cheeks burning as red as the sun. I sit down, stretching my legs wide, my cock hanging freely between my legs. Without saying a word she grabs a cloth and starts cleaning my wounds, her eyes not leaving my sculpted frame for even a second.
    I throw my head back and nearly close my eyes, watching her work through slits. Her hair smells like flowers, and her touch soothes me. The stress of my mission and the shame of my defeat slip away, and I allow myself to enjoy the moment.
    “I’m going to apply the medi-gel now,” she says as she squirts the liquid into the palm of her hands. “This might be cold.”
    I nod, and she applies the see-through gel directly onto my biceps. There’s a hint of a smile on her face as her hands move across my muscles, lathering me up. Her touch is warm, and every brush sends a jolt of electricity straight through my body – all the way down to my cock.
    It has now grown to full hardness, pulsing up and down as my blood rushes through it. A drop of pre-cum has formed on the top.
    Isa’s mouth hangs open as she drags her hands down to my chest, the tips of her fingers stopping on my midriff. Her tongue wets her lips, her ears glowing bright red. Her breathing is shallow, her nipples hard, and I can smell her wetness.
    She wants me.
    However, just when I thought I was in full control, she surprises me once more.
    Without saying a word, she leans down and plants a kiss right on the bright-yellow head of my cock.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.
    Isa licks her lips, a wide ear-to-ear smile fixed on her face.
    “Peach,” she says.
    “What?”
    “Peach. That’s what your cock tastes like. I was curious.”
    “What’s peach?” I ask.
    She smirks. “It’s delicious.”
    She leans back down, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue flicks out, circling the head, tonguing the slit on top, and a pleasure previously unknown to me courses through my veins.
    “I can’t breed with you this way,” I groan. I want her to stop before