Ianthe let her eyes close and threw her head back, her long hair pooling on the workbench beneath her as the Grey exposed more of her lithe, needy body while grinding his massive shaft against her. Some small part of her reminded her that it wasn't too late to stop this, and called her attention to the blade she'd left within easy reach of her mind if not her grip. But nevertheless she found herself wrapping slender fingers around a different sword, nodding at his question, and shivering when he'd drawn the zipper of her armor down far enough to expose the boyshorts she wore, the damp patch upon them betraying her arousal. Her thighs seemed to part of their own accord, and,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I want it,"</span>she heard herself whimpering, a thrill coursing through her inexperienced body at the delicious shamefulness of spreading her legs for this unnaturally-endowed alien.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>