Sex With Another Species

An eBook By Emy Naso.

She thought these Earth people so weird. They had this big hang-up about bereavement, yet at the drop of a hat - or panties - they'd get naked.

Teasaturn nodded agreement. This was the type of tourist treat, which made interplanetary travel worth it. They stood up and matched each other in removing items of clothing. His eyes never left her; Teasaturn's focus was riveted on Brent's body.

Her bra came off, then she waited, so they could coordinate the final flourish in this silent striptease. Teasaturn liked him watching her as her panties slipped down. Her heart - and all organs south - did a little hot, moist jig as Brent's shorts released the excitement of his cock. Teasaturn licked her lips. This was the second Earthman she'd seen nude and exposed, and this one had an erection as well. Did the males of this planet think about nothing but sex?

He came closer to her and held out his arms, so she could fold her body into his. That live, warm shaft at his loins felt so good pressing into the skin of her lower stomach.

"So show me what you do in this therapy?" His voice was even deeper.

"I think it's only meant if you've had someone leave this life," she smiled, and wriggled against him even more.

"Sounds a bit like necrophilia," he said with a puzzled expression, then added, "Wouldn't it work if I just pretend to be sad?"

She had little idea what this conversation was about, but just did what came naturally. That entailed an ancient Delmanian practice. Teasaturn leaped up, curling her legs flexibly around his waist in the famed dexterity of her people, gyrated her hips so that his erection slid over her clit and then deep in her, and finally with his cock thrusting excitedly, she gave an ancient love cry of the Delmanian she wolf.

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