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any regrets about what must be done for the sake of survival.  But … that was … more than I allow ,” he murmured.  She didn’t understand any of that, he knew, and, after a brief struggle, he tried to explain it in her tongue.  “No mean you be harm-ed.  Regret.”
    What, Tilly thought blankly?
    He didn’t explain further and he didn’t allow her time to pick it apart in her mind and understand.  He lowered his mouth to hers again and this time covered it, breached the fragile barrier of her lips and delved inside the warm, wet cavern to explore and possess.  The drink he’d given her didn’t intoxicate her as much—and that had pretty well wiped out a million years of evolution and reduced her mind to basic animal instincts.
    She became as substantial as marsh-mellow—everything inside was hot and melted and gooey.  She didn’t think she could’ve moved if her life had depended upon it and she hadn’t been staked down for the taking by the nano-suit. 
    She didn’t want to escape, to evade.  She would never have dreamed his kiss would so completely captivate her, but she was so enthralled with his taste and the feel of his mouth on hers that she scaled the ladder from zero to eager in five seconds flat.
    She was already desperate for penetration when he broke the kiss and began a leisurely exploration of her throat and ear, her upper chest, her breasts.  Bolts of heated lightning streamed through her as he tugged and sucked at her breasts, one and then the other and back again until she was moaning, gasping for breath, skating the edge of crisis.
    And afraid that he would withhold the rapture his touch promised.
    He shifted upward finally, aligning only the main cock with the mouth of her sex.  She was so wet by that time that he managed to embed the enormous head with the minimum of effort.
    He paused and she felt tremors run through him that made her quake inside.
    And then slowly, so slowly she wanted to scream, he pushed inside of her until he was as deep as he could go and Tilly felt like a bug pinned to a display board.
    She needed release so desperately!  “Please,” she whispered.
    To her dismay, he shifted downward, pulling free of her so that he could look at her face. 
    She stared back at him, swallowing with an effort.
    “What you say?”
    She bit her lip, but he knew she’d said something.  She licked her dried lips.  “Please.”
    His kiss was fierce that time, wild with hunger, almost punishing.
    And she felt like weeping when he broke from her lips.
    But he shifted upward and impaled her once more on his massive spear, driving deeply, and then set a pace that brought her to the brink in moments and, to her great relief, pitched her over the precipice and into glory.  She gasped, cried out sharply at the rapture that engulfed her as if she was being consumed by a fireball, forced to ride the climax to its limit by his unrelenting, punishing thrusts, experiencing a boosting thrill at the feel of his release as he followed her into ecstasy.
    It was exhilarating, humbling—a pleasure that went beyond the physical to feel his arms tighten around her possessively when he came. 
    That was the very best, she thought as she drifted blissfully in the aftermath of her release and finally passed beyond the veil of consciousness.
    Chapter Ten
    Although they had long since finished eating, the women were still gathered around the table  in the area they had come to refer to as the harem when they heard the tramp of booted feet—many booted feet—as if the entire squad was approaching the lounge.
    They fell silent as one, turning toward the doorway with varying degrees of fear and anticipation.
    The approach of the men enmass, they’d learned over the days they’d been allowed the freedom of the lounge, usually meant one lucky recipient was about to be screwed almost to death by the entire squad.
    No one really understood that ritual.  They still wore what the aliens referred to