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the oval. His human skin prickled as the cells separated from the suit. Sudden heat seared through his groin as his split cock came together again.
    Amazingly, the heat was not painful. It felt more euphoric than anything else. In fact, as the suit cleared his heated shaft and heavy sac, he experienced the greatest orgasm of his life. Once again, his seed splattered the floor before him. Rather than feeling drained and ready to sleep, he felt exhilarated and more than ready to unload yet again. This never happened. What happened to the twenty minutes of down time I’ve always known? Who cares!
    Fear of the hidden sentries almost completely left his mind as he turned to her. He pulled her to him and savaged her mouth with his. Finally, he would have her. His tongued plunged into the sweet moistness of hers as her lips parted. The sensation of her split tongue dancing with his single human tongue filled him with ever stronger need. He tasted as much of her soft mouth as was humanly possible. The tips of the razor sharp points of her teeth left his tongue tingling. What would they feel like as they scraped along his sex? God, I hope she’ll be gentle.
    His hands felt clumsy as they trailed down her back and forced the thin material from her shoulders to pool about her ankles on the floor. He wanted—no needed—to touch each and every spike along her spine. Never had he felt so unsure of his sexual prowess. Hell, he’d been thrilling many females of many galaxies since long before he’d been truly aware of the power he held between his thighs. His unquenchable thirst for sex had been one of the main reasons he’d been sent out to the farthest corners of space in a one-man craft. For some reason his superiors didn’t feel he was focussed enough when females were around. If they knew how he had steered clear of all the available females parading around him in this complex, they may have a different opinion of him now.
    None of that mattered now though. He was in her private chambers. He had her in his arms, the most sought after prize, the queen, the most desirable female he had ever had the pleasure of encountering.
    He would give her what she wanted—all of it—anything she desired. Then he would slip that delightful suit back on and she would lie quivering beneath him as he took.
    His mouth left hers to trail hot, urgent kisses down her throat. Her skin felt warm under his lips, strangely dry but warm. His hands ran over her body in a primeval dance of need as he blindly investigated every alien contour. With one hand firmly in the small of her back, he traced the other around her waist and up to the ample mound of her breast. The skin covering it was different—less scaly—smoother and oh so very soft. He lowered his hungry mouth to the dark, protruding nipple and pulled it with gentle lips. The moan that escaped her lips told him that she was as heated as he was.
    A sound that seemed to be part purr, part growl wafted between them as she sought his shoulder with her mouth. Her fingers danced along his sides from the soft roundness of his ass to the hard muscles of his shoulders. With just enough pressure for her spiny nails to just break the skin, she pulled him upright again. Their mouths came together with a ferociousness that nearly knocked him back. If it hadn’t been for the grip they had on each other’s nakedness, he would have been grovelling at her feet. As she tore her mouth from his, he looked into her glassy eyes.
    “To the bed. Take me to the bed.”
    Her pleading tone made every muscle in his body jump and seem to swell to superhuman strength. He lifted her, cradled her against him and strode to the side of the canopied bed. With one fluid motion, he lowered onto the softness of the satin covered mattress with her still in his embrace. With absolute tenderness, he rolled to place her on her back. Their mouths remained locked together to this moment. As soon as he felt her relax onto the bed, he