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I frowned as hazy memories of the two Draaxforcing me to drink something sweet and cold surfaced. I kept my eyes closedand tried to focus. Did they actually give me something or did I only dream itin a fever-induced delirium?

I thought hard for a few minutes. No, Idecided, I hadn’t dreamt it. They’d given me juice. They had come into my roomwhen the little girl was sitting on my lap and I had tried to explain and thenthey’d…

I curled into the warm body in front of me,burying my face in hot, hard flesh as I tried to think. The warmth behind meshifted closer, the hand on my breast squeezing and then releasing. My backached a little from the added pressure, but I didn’t try and squirm away. Theheat was nice, and it was worth a little back pain.

The hand on my ass cupped me a little morefirmly, the thigh between mine rested snugly against my sex as he made a lowsnort. I pressed a kiss against his skin and stroked his lower back. He gave myass another squeeze in response before his big body relaxed.

What did the two Draax do when they’d comeinto my room and seen me with Bella? Why was it so hard to remember?

They gave you juice, Evie.

They did. They had to have. The way I wasfeeling better, the memories of drinking that sweet, strawberry like juice… ithad to be real.

My mouth watered at just the thought of thegallberry juice. I’d never had it until yesterday and barely remembereddrinking it, but my craving for it was almost painfully intense. I hoped the Draaxwould give me more. The way I was feeling, I would go mad if they didn’t.

Ask them for more.

I couldn’t do that. I hadn’t opened my eyesyet to check the time, but it felt early to me. They were most likely stillsleeping. Maybe I could sneak to the kitchen and drink some before they woke.

Hey, idiot? There’s a Draax in the bedwith you.

I scoffed at my inner voice, pushed my faceaway from the warmth I had buried it against, and opened my eyes.

There was not a Draax in the… holy crap, therewas a Draax in the bed with me.

I stared wide-eyed at Court’s face. He wassleeping soundly, the little lines around his eyes softened, his firm lips partedjust the tiniest bit. My face was only inches from his on the pillow andfeeling a little panicky about what he might do to me if he woke up and foundme in the bed beside him, I eased my head back.

I froze immediately when a second face buriedinto my hair and the hand cupping my breast squeezed tight.

What in the holy hell was happening?

My inner voice made a gleeful giggle when myconfused mind finally figured it out.

I was in bed with two large and powerful Draaxaliens. I had one hand cupping my breast, one hand cupping my ass, and – oh craptimes athousand– one hard cock pressing against my ass and one hard cockpressing against my lower belly.

I tried to sit up and both Draax immediatelytightened their grips, preventing me from moving. Bran slipped his hand underthe neckline of my tank top and cupped my bare breast, running his thumb overmy nipple until it hardened into a tight bud. Court’s hand was busy sliding underthe waistband of my shorts and –shit– the waistband of my panties. Hestroked the curve of one ass cheek and then squeezed my ass possessively.

Heat was rising in my belly and my pussywas tingling and, please, dear God, tell me I was not getting turned on by this?

Bran moved a little closer, his dickpressing even tighter against my ass. I arched my back, making my ass rub againsthis dick and giving him more of my breast to squeeze. He made a low moan ofapproval and his fingers pinched my nipple.

My soft sound was more need than surprise.

Crap. I was getting turned on by this.

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Court

The little female lying against me was softand warm. The ass cheek in my hand was not as full as I preferred but – I gaveit another hard squeeze – still wonderfully firm.

Still groggy from my dream, I tried to rememberwhen Bran and I had made the trip to Earth. I couldn’t even remember seducingthe little human. Perhaps I’d had a couple of the ethanol-based liquid drinksthe humans so enjoyed drinking. It wasn’t to my taste and I rarely drank theliquid. It made my head hurt, my memory fuzzy, and my tongue feel like it wascoated in duthen moss, but sometimes human females became angry if you didn’tdrink with them.

I could feel Bran’s hand moving against mychest and I knew he was touching her tits. Not surprising. I’d always had afondness for asses, but Bran loved breasts. He could spend hours sucking and lickingour female’s nipples until she was moaning and begging for us to make her cum.

I bent my head and opened my eyes, staring directlyat the human’s chest. Bran’s hand was inside her shirt – why was she even wearinga shirt? – and I could see his fingers moving against the fabric as he pluckedat her nipple.

I leaned back a little, wiggled my freehand out from under the pillow and grasped the neckline of her shirt, pulling thestretchy material down until her breasts were bared to my greedy gaze.

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