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deserved the same attention from me. Surmising that humans and Utai’ians might have the same pain/pleasure threshold, I carefully placed nice, even blows on his back, driving him as slowly toward bliss as I knew how.
    Oo’ir rocked above me, his thrusts quicker, rougher. He grunted with each stroke, the pitch going higher and higher as he climbed toward release.
    Finally I could take the pure beauty of his enjoyment and the hot warmth of his throbbing cockhead inside me no longer. My climax approached. I took a chance and hit him even harder, hoping to drive him over the edge with me.
    He cried out and froze in place. But though he no longer thrust, his arms and torso trembled. His neck muscles twitched and bunched as his face heated. Down below, his legs and ass tightened, pushing his cock around inside me with each fierce spasm. Then he drenched me.
    I grabbed his arm and screamed as the sensation of him coming finally undid me. With the sex not as rough as the last time, this release was sweeter. I ached from the fullness, and yet could not complain. My muscles gripped him over and over until they had no more strength and then simply submitted to his majestic quivering circumference. Finally I collapsed from an overdose of pleasure. I sank into the bed, breathing hard. As I laid there, Oo’ir trailed a finger over my heaving chest and up my neck to my jaw. I shivered at the first real touch between us.
    “Thank you. That was very good.” He sounded pretty winded as well. I idly wondered what his back looked like.
    “You…didn’t…tell me… you were…the emperor,” I panted out.
    One of his bushy dark green eyebrows raised. “Would you have struck me if I had?”
    He had a point. I bit my lower lip and shook my head, defeated. For a guy with a big green pecker, his logic was impeccable. “But what about your wife? Does she…?”
    He shifted slightly to the side, and his cock moved inside me again. Damn it was hard to think when he did that. As though he could sense my problem, he chuckled. “Not normally. Sometimes I have to ask her more than once. But don’t worry, your angering her has assured me much punishment for the future.”
    “Is that what you want?” Interesting. So his wife would do the honors in my stead. But did she truly understand the extent of his needs?
    “Yes.” He gave a heavy sigh while tracing his finger the opposite direction along the same path. “It’s very hard to get the punishment you crave when you’re the emperor. Some of us like punishment more than others, no?”
    I nodded, completely understanding. Yes, it was hard to admit to a liking for a bit of pain, even in the human realm. How much harder would it be for a ruler? And if his wife only beat him when angry? Guilt stabbed me. I suddenly feared for his safety and clutched his arms. “Will she hurt you because of me?”
    He winked, amused by my concern. “Only a little. Not nearly as good as you.” His eyes went soft and he kissed me. Just a quick brush of the lips, but the touch left his warmth behind. It lingered, the sensation mixing with the wetness of my pussy, creating a longing where none had existed before.
    “You can stay,” he told me, by way of asking.
    I shook my head. “I can’t. I need to catch my flight.” Although the idea of remaining longer on Utai and doing more research did appeal to me. For instance, how much of the population favored a bit of kink and were there any other specialties besides what I’d already seen?
    “Too bad.” He withdrew and stood me up. Both of us were stark naked. “I would have liked to get to know you better.”
    I batted my eyelashes and wriggled my hips. “I could always stop back by this way sometime.”
    “Make it soon,” he ordered, with a slap on my ass.
    The already pummeled nerve endings re-awoke, and my butt blazed. The heat rose all the way up to my cheeks where I blushed furiously.
    Oo’ir grinned in approval. “Very nice.” Below, his green

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