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.

care for us,” Kein finally said from the side sounding confused. “We

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

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

in his throat as his hands pulled me closer. Continuing to suck at his neck I smiled to myself. He wasn’t fighting the idea anymore.

around Christof’s staff. I pumped him slowly enjoying the silky feel of him against my

pulling me until I curled

and found him beaming at

‘making love’,” he said simply tracing my

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

me,” he ordered pulling my hips over

bottom was what the women did to them. It