She reached behind her, her hands gripping his rough scales with a kind of desperation wherever they could find purchase, as if she was holding on to ...im for dear life.Surely he wouldn’t take her here, up against the wall? Would that be disrespectful to their culture? Wasn’t this some kind of holy place for the Krell?She stifled a gasp as he repositioned himself, thrusting his hips and pushing his thick organ between her legs, eased along by the pervasive damp that hung in the air. She clamped. I was beginning to feel a sensation that had previously eluded me when…the door flew open and my sister walked in…‘Have you stolen my…’ She stopped dead in her tracks. ‘What are you doing?’ she gasped.I had dragged my sheets back over me and lay there, red-faced and embarrassed. Too embarrassed to reply. I just stared at her.She came over to my bed and sat down.‘Where you…jacking off?’ She muttered the unfamiliar words, her eyes glistening with excitement.‘What do you know about it?’‘Some of my. A huge, phallic sculpture, in smooth honey-coloured marble. There's a low plinth, supporting two testicles, the size of basketballs, and, rising up behind them, a beautiful, erect penis. The detail is amazing! The thick veins twining up it, the folds of foreskin around the neck, the smooth dome of its helmet. In a sort of trance, I am drawn to it, closer and closer, until my face is inches away, my arms encircling the thick shaft. I begin to grind my hips against it, running my hands all over. ”“I agree,” Ben announced himself, with Julia and Claire in tow, the trio showing clear signs of recent sexual gratification themselves.“We should just atomize the SOB,” I coughed.“It’s not the worst idea. Kill the bastard. I’m all for it. This is about the mission. You’re working for us now, more or less, on this team. You’re basically an agent, soldier in the same camp, a comrade in arms. That more or less gives you a license to kill, as implied by us giving you the Atomizer in the first.