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The aliens on the ceiling having sex made me … wait, that human looks somewhat like a dog. “How does he … He’s got a tail?”

Letting my eyes roam over the images, I saw the men flanking me jacking off. Their faces conveyed pleasure, as did their sounds.

It’s kinda sexy.

Bully’s trunk was very nimble. The alien on the vid used his trunk in many ways as it played with his pup.

The pup had complete bliss on his face, and I wanted to feel that.

And it felt amazing to feel them so close.

They spoke to each other, and I felt fingers guiding my head to the side; the quiet one traced the seam of my lips with his thumb and then brushed his lips across mine.

My first kiss!

It felt wet and soft. He took time to coax my mouth open, sliding his tongue past my lips and teeth. When it touched my tongue, I panicked and bit his.

He pulled back, covering his mouth with his hand.

“I’m sorry.” Biting my lip, I willed my eyes not to water. “I don’t know what I’m doing. No one’s ever touched me before or kissed me.”

His face went from shock to sad. Strange sounds came from him as he cupped my face and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.

Bully made noise and the vid went away, then he moved the platter of food from my body.

Together they unwrapped me and helped me get up from the bed. My legs felt wobbly but I managed to move away from them.

Looking around, I saw a small room and lurched into it, feeling around for something to create a door.

Once I found it and it closed, I fell to the floor in tears. This was not the life I wanted.

CHAPTER SIX

Fosti

Something was defective in our human.

“Are you okay, Love?” I held Levee’s face in my hands.

He nodded. “Can you imagine never being touched or kissed?”

“No. even on Keron with our simple, humble life. Touching had been a necessity.”

“What is that sound she is making.” We both stared at the door.

“Bahlah, can you identify that sound?”

“That is what is called sobbing, Master Fosti. Human do it when they are sad or upset.”

Levee gasped. “Do you think we did something wrong?”

“I am not sure.” My chest felt heavy. “Perhaps we should see if there is a masseuse available?”

This human perplexed me. I knew from experience that life on Xa’Karth can be quite overstimulating. When I arrived ages ago, I was glad my trunk hid my mouth hanging open like a youngling getting gifts.

The ship that picked me up shimmered the way a hologram does, and the inside had the softest travel seats. Small bumps hidden away inside it came to life, massaging my body to relax me on the short journey.

Once we arrived, a golden horse-drawn carriage with plush velvet seats arrived to take me to the resort. Everywhere I looked, I saw opulence, decadence, and hedonism.