Or Saurian Sex Slaves Pt. 07

When he finally had spent the last of himself out inside her, he let his arms rise so she could take her cup and store it. He didn’t ask what they did with it anymore he just knew that when they consumed it they became intoxicated and euphoric.

“How much did we take of him? Doxy wanted to know once Roxy had stored the third taking of today’s issue. “Did halting him from seeping during his arousal time work?”

“No we pulled in the usual for us, Foxy still makes him issue in greater volumes.”

“How does she do that?”

“She has learned to please him by controlling him. And he gives her control of him because it pleases her. It pleases him to please her. And it pleases her to please him! The damn circular logic just twists back on itself.” Roxy replied with the usual answer! “Now with us he only plays along when we try to control him, he knows it pleases Foxy. But he never gives us true control, just the appearance.”

“I like to please William! If he let me control him I would please him too!” Doxy demanded.

“As would I, now all you have to do is learn how Foxy started this circular logic cycle that she is the beginning and end of.”

“How did she do that?”

“Ask her”

“She won’t say!”

Foxy came into collect her pet male and knowingly smiled her best approximation of a human smile at her Joined, they stuck-out their tongues out at her in a very human like gesture, William saw it all though oddly this piece of staging had not been performed for him. While the guttural language of humans was so much less complex then Saurian, human body language could speak volumes with the minorest of gestures, William’s “girls” had long since picked up on this and “communicated” this way frequently.

Foxy took up the limp form from the acceleration lounge, William stood up with her and stretched. His tired inducer swung limply as he did. She bade him to follow her out and went in to the refresher with him where she washed his back while he washed his hair with the odd liquid soap from his supplies that was only useful for washing hair.

Foxy thought it strange that humans who could travel between the stars in craft of their own handiwork had not in all this time ever invented a single detergent that could wash both hair and skin. She concluded that the Saurian’s utter lack of hair was vastly superior, and girlishly flipped her hair about in show.

She hadn’t really been washing his back so much as soaping it up, she would do that and then press her massive chest to him, her “titty” massages always delighted him. He slid under the shower spigot and rinsed the foam from his hair running it through her cleavage during the “titty message” she made sure he watched her in the mirror as it past over and between her tities. His eyes locked the whole time, just the kind of visual stimuli she knew he favored.

She let him dry her off, even though the vacuum-armor-liner PVC suit she wore to make her saurian limbs and other anatomy conform to a human female’s facade was designed to shed water completely and consequently was already dry. The only parts of her that were wet were her wigged head, her bosom, some of her abdomen and most of her back. But as he desired to engage in mutual grooming she indulged him. It pleased him and lead to a deeper level of “intimacy” between them. Foxy had learned to engage him in mutual grooming by accident and then later through research but it was oddly not covered in the porn files which were the most explicit and there for likely informative on human reproductive habits.

She had found that mutual grooming was covered in the much too extensive and confusing romance files. So she let him dry her because it was “romantic” to, and she found that she could please him in so many ways by allowing him to engage in the habits of humans who had mated did for one another. William she had discovered was a “romantic”, more’s the pity Foxy lamented.

There was an entire sub-section in the romance files devoted to flowers. When she found that part about flowers, she told him in no uncertain terms that receiving plants was out of the question. There were also many other entire sub-sections in the Romance Files that she wanted to nip in the bud, so to speak.

The first one to be nipped in the bud was not to bother her by ever asking about her feelings. She told him that if she had something to say about her feelings she would tell him with out the need to be prompted to by him, why human women were incapable of this was beyond her understanding. And she understood he would like that very much! Because the same body of “romance” research showed her that the males found such discussions abhorrent So why women WANT men to ASK them about their feelings to engage them in discourse when the men clearly don’t enjoy such converse was apparently just more of their predilection to insanity.

When he had done engaging in far more time drying her chest then he needed too she in turn dried him off, starting with his matted wet mane attached to his head, she dried his back and gently cupped his balls as she in turn spent more time then she needed to drying under his crotch and toweling just hard enough to make him jump more then a little. She carefully dried the stiff hairs that covered his groin and then moved up as she dried his chest. When reached his neck and then face she desired for him to kiss her mouth edges with his lips and he took her cue and did. During his drying she had managed to push his flaccid tired phallus up so as she leaned against him for her kiss, she could press her hips to his, trapping the sleepy inducer between them.

William tolerated no one not even Foxy to handle his limp inducer so soon after any of the Joined Saurians had brought him to a season’s ending. But if Foxy was gentle and careful not to let him know she was trying to stimulate it he wouldn’t notice. She kept him kissing her and pushed more tightly against him and wrapped her arms around his hips to force his waste more closely to her. When he wanted at last to pull away she let him and they stepped out of the refresher, she examined his phallus as they stepped out, while it was still un-erect it had lengthened and become swollen for her during their kiss. And that was precisely what she had hoped to accomplish. She knew she would soon enough have it erect and desirous of her touch shortly and she could handle it all she wanted to then. She had him well on his way to the turning of his fourth season of the duty cycle.