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"Take off my sweatpants," she says.
Arching her back, she leans against the porcelain tub. She's wearing an official pair of Earth Federation sweatpants with the logo and everything. I picked them up near the base, years ago. I wonder what the generals would think if they saw their pride and joy bend over for me.
I reach inside the waistband and roll the pants delicately over the hump of her ass. With anticipation, I slide them past her thighs, sniffing the air near her remarkably thick and rolling lips. Her hole is tight, too tight to fit my thick alien cock.
I love a challenge.
I spank her, and she squeals. I smooth the handprint out and grin.
"More," she whispers.
I grip the back of her sweatpants and spank her again, growling loudly.
Does she know how wet she is?
"Step inside the bath. I want to watch," I say. I hand her a sponge and some soap.
“Like this?” she asks.
As she soaps her soft and supple body, I sit against the wall and tease myself. I try to see how long I can watch until I need to explode.
I like watching.
She lowers her body into the hot water and moans. The soap drifts around her, hugging her plump breasts. Her pussy dips down and disappears out of view, but as she leans back and floats, she presses her belly against the edge of the water.
She drags the sponge from her breasts down to her navel. Slowly, she submerges it. She brings it back out and lets the liquid drip onto her beautiful tits.
"How does it feel?" I ask her.
She stares at the ceiling, grunts, and exhales. "Do you want to know what I really think?"
I stand and walk toward the tub. "I do."
She looks down at the center of my pants. Her hand rises from the water, landing near the top of my thigh. I can feel her tremble softly like a bird. I can see her pulse race.
She knows exactly how to make an alien go crazy.
Heat resonates from my cock. The energy inside me rises, taking over my basic faculties. I'm burning with desire for this slut, and the more she touches me, the more I justify taking her before she has fully healed.
"I think it's unfair to make me bathe in front of you when you force yourself to sit with your clothes on," she says. "It's a very human way to act."
I grind my hips closer. "What about this? Is this human?"
I take off my shirt, revealing my tattoos and the heavy scarification on my back. At first, I think she might recoil in horror. Instead, she leans against the edge of the bath and touches the outlines.
She traces the threads of pain delicately.
"Far from it," she says. "Were you from a warrior tribe?"
I shake my head. "No. We believed in fertility. Alphas – we fucked and bred our women. We made them happy. The humans always hated that about us,” I say. "We were docile before the invasion, but there were events that changed us into killers.”
I unhook the button from my pants. Slowly, I step out of my clothing. My cock rises toward her gentle mouth. She opens, but I pause.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I can't skip the steps that will help her integrate into my life. Our bond is about more than pleasure. It is a sacred act. I want it to be perfect.
"You aren't ready," I say.
