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fluttering like a virgin in a bodice ripper. Her hands were fisted in her bindings, and her breath came in harsh pants.
    Did he expect her to answer? How could she when the growing feelings were stealing her ability to think?
    She forced her eyes open to stare up at him as he loomed over her. His eyes were fierce, his breath becoming labored, that amazing forked tongue lapping at his lips.
    Her eyes traveled lazily down his body, noting that his cock was still flaccid and resting against his thigh, but he seemed to be really involved in what was going on.
    Before she could comment, though, his fingers slipped lower and a vibrating thumb traced her slick opening before nudging in, just a little.
    Her breath fled her body as her head slammed back into the pillows. She arched up, her breasts bobbing, her nipples swelling and protruding once more. And he was moving with her, playing her body again to perfection. For every twist and turn, he had a move that kept his vibrating finger not exactly on her clit, but close enough to it to drive her insane with want.
    And then his hair was rubbing at her thighs, enfolding her breasts and tugging at her nipples. He leaned over her, licking at her neck with that forked tongue and filling her senses with his vanilla lemon musk.
    It was so fucking hot! She could hardly breathe.
    “Valan,” she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she bucked uncontrollably against his hands. “More!”
    “Not ready yet,” he muttered, pulling back a little, flinging his hair back over his shoulders to stare into her eyes.
    And naturally her eyes traveled down to his cock, still flaccid despite all of the sex action that was taking place.
    Did he not find her at least a little attractive, a small voice in the back of her mind whined. Was she too… too alien?
    Then he chuckled, as if reading her thoughts. “It will remain flaccid until I have need of it,” he informed her, reaching up to free one of her hands. “That is the way of my people.”
    Then he placed her hand on the softest flesh that she had ever felt. It was softer than cotton, softer than silk, so soft it seemed unreal. Her eyes widened as her fist clenched around him, and she felt the firm yet soft give of his added features.
    “When I take you,” he informed her, his fingers still teasing at the mouth of her pussy, “I will use all that I am to wring every drop of pleasure from your body.”
    And then he shifted forward, pressing his uniquely featured dick against her clit, and thrust once.
    “Co — comi — Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh oh oh!” Kilana began to lose it. The feelings welling up from where he throbbed and pressed and vibrated against her were too much.
    Her mind was spinning. She was screaming, and her muscles were locked, and all she could do was ride out wave after wave of the ecstasy he visited upon her with his hands and his voice and his hair and his cock.
    “Perfect,” he said as she sort of melted back into the sheets, exhausted and quivering, still quaking as small shafts of fire shot through her. “We are almost there.”
    He disappeared again but returned with another warm cloth, this time just cleaning her up as her body began to return to something resembling normalcy.
    “Wow,” she breathed as he finally removed the cloth.
    “Yes, you get closer and closer to proper preparation and the time of your devouring.”
    “Way to kill the buzz,” she muttered, but only shrugged and smiled as he folded the cloth inside out and began to sponge off her chest.
    “I wonder if your other sexual organs can be stimulated by heat.”
    Her nipples pebbled, her stomach tightened, and Kilana realized that it would be some time before she got to eat.

Chapter Six
    When it comes to human technology, your alien life form probably already knows everything. Any species that can conquer space/time travel will surely understand a combustion engine.
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    Fifteen restaurants.
    They drove by fifteen restaurants before Valan