Gabe619
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Sam was in heaven, it had to be heaven as he had never felt such pleasure. His eyes closed as Mary took possession of his hard thick cock, coaxing it into her mouth with her lips and tongue and her hands on his hips. He moved ever so slowly forward as she continued, making his cock shiver and pulse, releasing more pre onto her playful tongue. His legs were parted as he finally looked down to marvel at the work of art that was his Captain. His hands reached out to gentle cup her firm huge breasts, feeling them settle into his rough calloused hands as if made for him and him alone. The hard nipples rubbing on his skin as his fingertips teased them and then pinched them, a slow agonising tease as he gasped, feeling his cock head touch the back of her mouth and then with a slight hesitancy, push further into her throat.
He glanced down and saw it, his eyes widening slightly as his cock bulged out her tight warm throat. He had often wondered if this was actually possible or just some urban sexual myth. But now he could see it, as he began to rock his hips slowly, one of his hands came back to caress her throat, right over his cock bulge. He could feel it and moaned. He wanted to let her pick the speed of this blowjob, but his pleasure was rising so swiftly, bypassing his rational brain to go straight to the primal one. Slowly the speed of his fucking picked up, the wet sounds of Mary's saliva coating his dick sounding in the office only made him want her more.
"God, you are perfection." He hissed.
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Laxan nodded as Amy realised who and what he was and asked him. But his expression saddened at what she said about Liz. He reached out, gently caressing the woman's face. He had done this to her, ruined her life, through his lack of knowledge and naivety he had managed to destroy the beautiful woman. A single tear ran down his cheek and that shocked him to his core. His kind didn't cry, they had no biological means to do so, not to mention their emotions and mentality were totally different to humans. And yet as he reached up to his face he felt the wetness. He took Liz's hand and guided her back to her cell and sat her down, she seemed quiet enough in his presence. He would try and help her as much as he could, though he knew human law would probably punish her for something out of her control. Closing his eyes he reached into her mind and found the violent memories, the desire for him, the need. Softly, slowly, he erased the memories, the guilt, the confusion, the very deed of killing another human. When he was finished he laid her back on the bed, fast asleep. When she awoke she would have no memory of what had happened, of meeting him, of hurting Michael, of killing the mans wife. The last thing she would remember was getting home from work.
He stood and walked from her cell, closing the door, and with one last look at Liz he turned to Amy. She was still as sexy and beautiful as she had been hours earlier when he had taken her fresh from the crash, even in the track pants and jumper given her by the military. Remembering her firm athletic body under his, Laxan felt his cock harden, tenting his pants, even though they weren't actual pants but a part of his being.
"Did I .... have I hurt you too, Amy?" He asked softly.
He glanced down and saw it, his eyes widening slightly as his cock bulged out her tight warm throat. He had often wondered if this was actually possible or just some urban sexual myth. But now he could see it, as he began to rock his hips slowly, one of his hands came back to caress her throat, right over his cock bulge. He could feel it and moaned. He wanted to let her pick the speed of this blowjob, but his pleasure was rising so swiftly, bypassing his rational brain to go straight to the primal one. Slowly the speed of his fucking picked up, the wet sounds of Mary's saliva coating his dick sounding in the office only made him want her more.
"God, you are perfection." He hissed.
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Laxan nodded as Amy realised who and what he was and asked him. But his expression saddened at what she said about Liz. He reached out, gently caressing the woman's face. He had done this to her, ruined her life, through his lack of knowledge and naivety he had managed to destroy the beautiful woman. A single tear ran down his cheek and that shocked him to his core. His kind didn't cry, they had no biological means to do so, not to mention their emotions and mentality were totally different to humans. And yet as he reached up to his face he felt the wetness. He took Liz's hand and guided her back to her cell and sat her down, she seemed quiet enough in his presence. He would try and help her as much as he could, though he knew human law would probably punish her for something out of her control. Closing his eyes he reached into her mind and found the violent memories, the desire for him, the need. Softly, slowly, he erased the memories, the guilt, the confusion, the very deed of killing another human. When he was finished he laid her back on the bed, fast asleep. When she awoke she would have no memory of what had happened, of meeting him, of hurting Michael, of killing the mans wife. The last thing she would remember was getting home from work.
He stood and walked from her cell, closing the door, and with one last look at Liz he turned to Amy. She was still as sexy and beautiful as she had been hours earlier when he had taken her fresh from the crash, even in the track pants and jumper given her by the military. Remembering her firm athletic body under his, Laxan felt his cock harden, tenting his pants, even though they weren't actual pants but a part of his being.
"Did I .... have I hurt you too, Amy?" He asked softly.