I could use a good ‘talking to’ right now,” she replied, giving him a look filled with longing.He frowned in confusion. “We can discuss it if ...ou want, but I don’t think it’s an issue any more. You were adaptable, resourceful, situationally aware ... hell, you even saved Alyssa’s life!”Rachel laughed and straightened up from her examination of the Kirrix Guardian. “She’s using ‘talking to’ as a euphemism for you screwing her brains out.”John blinked in surprise. “Wait ... what?”The brunette. " Nah. Believe me, my girlfriend is not a smokescreen." Yeah, right. You're all fags. You are a fag." Believe what you want," Warren said, not wanting to get into it. "Can I get by, please?" I don't think so." They moved in closer to him. "Y'see, we've decided you're a fag. And you know what we do to fags?" Yeah, what Reverend Watson says we should do to fags?"Oh shit, Warren thought, they're followers of that gay-bashing scumbag. I think I'm in a heap of trouble.He never saw the first punch. " I'm shy," She blurts out. In response, I press my hips against her hard, and she feels the bulge of my cock in my pants. " Don't you ever say no to me," I say, and those words bring her head up like a puppy's. Her clit throbbing against my thigh, my words like an arrow of tension moving through her. She catches my eyes and fights the urge to look down, ashamed as she is of her reaction to my words. Instead, she keeps looking and she is rewarded by the intense lust she sees there. With two. My sense of smell is very acute. I could smell your Calak from where I was riding, and when we came to introduce ourselves I could smell injury and death," I said.The other two women gasped when I told them, but the leader's widow only asked another question."You said we, are there other's with you?" she asked."Yes. My mates, our Zakat, and a friend stayed back and let me come to make sure it wasn't disease that I sensed," I said."Oh. That was wise of them, and yes, if you can help we would.