Both headed to the master bathroom, holding hands, before Christina turned on the shower jets and got the towels ready. They were each quite eager to ...piss, but Christina took things in a daring direction by peeing directly on Abel, who retaliated with watersports of his own.“Sorry, honey ... it was an impulse, and my bladder really was full. You got me back, though, and I must confess that I enjoyed seeing our piss slide down our legs. Can we do that some more in the future, or is that too. Cox my complete trust."May I call you Cecil?" Sure."And so I explained about the dreams, terrible dreams of the alien invasion of Earth, where the population was subdued by weapons of pure pleasure, where the armies and governments had rolled over and given up their power. Dr. Cox wrote copiously into her little notebook, red hair all bound and bunned, with librarian glasses that created an image that soothed me with her apparent professionalism. Except for her legs. They were sleek, perfect,. “Yes, we have greater concerns, such as that bitch queen and her dragons in Slavers’ Bay, which threatens our slave trade! For all we know, you could be in her service! Or that of Braavos or Pentos!” the Slaver King confronted me now.“I thought that you might say as much, so I have brought something to convince you!” I bared my fangs and lunged for the Slaver King first, sinking my teeth into his neck.Watching one of their own be attacked so boldly by a priest of an alien god, the other members. If she could have looked into a mirror, she'd have seen her pupils dilate, eyes wide as she became receptive to her mate.She was in heat."Oh, God, you're a baaad dog." She whined, rolling his knot around in her pussy. She could feel each squirt from his super-soaker cock, splattering against her cervix as she felt just how deep his big tool was. She propped herself up with one paw, sliding the other one down her body to her stuffed cunt. Her paw rolled around the bulging, knot-filled opening,.