"Hello. I am Da'ren. I have never seen anyone like you before. Have your people been conquered by them as well?" He nodded his head at the closed door...Tristan frowned. "No."Da'ren shrugged. "Only a matter of time."Tristan asked him what he meant. The Mylian told Tristan the Sicceians looked on other races with contempt. As far as they were concerned, anyone not a Sicceian was a lower form of life to be used as slaves, or worse.The Mylians were a peaceful people who were just starting to explore. She had changed physically, mentally and even psychologically in ways which she only dreamed of. The last year had turned into a ride through her sexual (some would say perverted) fantasies.In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines,. James was moving slowly inside me and whispered, did you like my cock inside you when you talking to Simon, I nodded yes and he fucked me hard until I fell asleep with his cock deep inside me.It was about 5am when I could feel James sucking on my nipple and fingering my pussy, I rolled onto my back and opened my legs to allow him to enter me again. We fucked until 6am .When I took James home I could hardly walk. As I dropped him off, he leaned over to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss, see. And far too absorbed to remember to kick him out of the building. I had even forgotten about my shower. “Elisa…” Oh, he was close now. Green eyes. I could feel a shudder pass through my skin. His hands moved to my shoulders. “Elisa, do you want me to leave?” “Uh…” Gee, that sounded suave. Now what. Could I blurt out what I was thinking? Could I tell me that no, I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him. But, years of conservative behavior were hard to overcome. “Farley. I… I mean. Stay.” His.