A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The love in his eyes was so evident I reached for him.

“Make love to me,” I requested as I pulling him closer

His face was questioning as he knelt in front of me. “Explain ‘make love’ to me,” he requested. “This phrase is not from our Language. The words we understand, but not the combination.”

I smiled at his curiosity and cupped his face. This was probably going to be one of those times, but I’d try to explain.

“Sex between us is about physical pleasure,” I said kissing the corner of his mouth. “Making love is about emotional pleasure. It means using sex to show I care about you and you care about me.”

Christof accepted the loving kisses across his lips and cheeks. It was evident he was thinking about what I’d said.

not care for us,” Kein finally said from the side sounding confused. “We care for

my fingers along Christof’s jaw and down his neck. I touched his chest and stomach lightly, teasing him

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I answered still looking at Christof. “I worry about your happiness. When you are not with me, I think of you and hope you are well. I cannot care for you,

closer. Continuing to suck at his neck I smiled to myself. He wasn’t fighting the idea anymore. A quick glance around the room proved no one was

a hand around Christof’s staff. I pumped him slowly enjoying the silky

he said softly pulling me

looked into his eyes and

love’,” he

softly. The kiss gained momentum quickly. The tangle of tongues continued as his hand wrapped in my hair, securing me to his mouth. Pressing

me,” he ordered

my movements. Being on the bottom was what the women did to them.