"Come on, queer little motherfucker," he said, pushing my head into his lap. I smell his crotch and want to wretch but timidly, I open my mouth and pu...h out my tongue, licking a glob of cum off of his thigh. I feel the bile coming up and want to puke but manage to keep it down. He reaches in his lap and grab his cock, holds it to my lips. I can't do it, still. I hear slurping sounds behind me and I know my wife's sucking Alex's cock and then I open my mouth but as soon as the tip of Alex's cock. If Alex hadn’t doffed his helmet for the Ahl’kanin earlier, they would have been afraid to go near him. Now he walked among them as one of their own, as he was led to the remaining Yahk’shurt prisoners. Several warriors took up a deferential stance behind Alex and his crew, almost like an honor guard. As they approached, the areas where the Yahk’shurt were being held, he activated his axe again. It created a rudimentary torch but also it helped amplify their appearance as warriors not to be. He strode over to her, reaching the bedside in three paces. She was rising, reaching out for something – towards her bag which lay just beyond reach. He dashed it to the floor and then scooped it up. ‘So, you wanted this?’ He held up the ornate but lethal little dagger he found inside, pulled it from its sheath and threw it at the opposite wall, where it stuck shuddering. She kicked at his knee viciously, but he managed to turn just enough to receive only a glancing blow. He threw himself on. It was delicious, as usual.Her rum raisin flan tasted identical to the ones I've had at the Flames. I praised Pyx for it."It wasn't that hard. I knew the ingredients, and watched the basic technique for making it. It just took a little testing."I sat and watched as Pyx cleared the table.Vonda walked over and sat down in front of the computer.When she had the dishwasher running, and all the counters cleaned. Pyx went to the dining table, and sat next to me."Come to the bedroom with me, Pyx," I.