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She coughed and wondered
what else to say. Bynton smiled at her praise. He leaned forward and sat on the
bed as Mateen followed suit. She was warm, either from the closeness of their
naked bodies or the way her blood was rushing through her body.
    “Would
you like to touch us?”
    They
were aliens, she reminded herself. But they hadn’t harmed her, hadn’t done anything
more objectionable than carry her away from a frightening place. All that gleaming skin, those bunching and flexing golden muscles
surrounding her. Why not enjoy it, just as she had enjoyed cleaning her
skin in their shower, eating their food until her belly was content?
    She
reached out and placed a hand on their flat, firm chests, lightly, but not so
lightly she didn’t feel their skin twitch, their breaths catch. Hot and hard
were the only sensations she could process as she stroked their skin, one
rising swell of muscle after the other.
    Bynton
drew nearer, stretching his thighs next to hers as he made a low sound in his
throat. His cock bobbed near her hip, and she watched it
a second, the broad red head a contrast to her pale skin. Her mouth watered,
and she swallowed. Then Mateen placed his hand over hers as she slid it along
his shoulder.
    “We
aren’t so different from a human male, are we?”
    Oh,
he had no idea. The men she’d known, seen naked, had in no way been similar to
these beings pressing close to her. “Perhaps not in design, but your execution
is … is…”
    She
had no words. They were both close enough now she could smell them, a rich musk
that filled her nose and nerves with pleasure. Her pussy quivered and tingled.
    “What
is different? Show us,” Bynton asked as he rolled
onto his back. Her gaze swept from his wide chest down to his erection, then to
his slightly parted thighs, everything he had on display for her.
    “Unfamiliarity
can increase fear. We want you to be comfortable with us.” Mateen rumbled as he
sat up behind her, close enough for her to lean against if she liked. He
settled his arm along her hip, his fingers against her upper thigh, and her
pussy clenched. It was so wrong to be aroused by this, but she couldn’t help
it.
    Bynton
waited for his anatomy lesson. Taking a breath, she decided to start even
though she had no idea how this encounter was going to end. “You look human,
but you’re much bigger and stronger.”
    “Good
diet and rigorous exercise,” Mateen said, his fingers
gently circling on her thigh even as Avanelle slipped her hand along Bynton’s chest. She encountered one of his taut nipples,
and he twitched.
    “We
call them dinap . Are yours as sensitive?” Bynton’s soft question prompted her own nipples to tighten.
    “Uh,
yes, mine are sensi —” She nearly squeaked when
Mateen’s hand slid along her ribcage to cup under her breast. He squeezed
gently, as careful as if he held a fragile egg. Bynton’s eyes narrowed.
    “Yes,
I can see them through the fabric. Does the friction of the cloth bother you?”
    Avanelle
was helpless, only able to shrug as she tried to understand how she’d come to
be discussing nipples with them.
    “Mat,
help her.” Bynton stretched out his arms and slid his hands under the back of
his head, his thick dark hair falling over the white sheets, the small horns on
his head more visible. Mateen lifted the hem of her shirt and waited until she
unthinkingly raised her arms to slip it off. Before she could cover her
breasts, he’d brought his hands back to claim them, her nipples caught between
his knuckles. A terrible bolt of burning nerves pulsed from her breasts down to
her clit, and she shivered out a sigh.
    Bynton
smiled and caught her hand in his, pressing it to the hard ridges of his
abdomen. “Our musculature is identical to humans’.”
    “Perhaps,
but I’ve never seen anything like this.” As her fingers bumped along his
muscles, she felt the trail of hair under her palm. It was smooth and much
softer than she’d anticipated. She wondered