She turned back to her task. As her lips fastened on the sweet human cunt before her, she sent a thought back to her observer.
“Kris, do you like the view?” She spread her legs a little wider, and with her free hand reached between them. Her fingertips slid between her own slick, swollen folds and pushed them apart.
“How does she taste? Describe it to me.” His answer exploded urgently in her mind. He’d interacted with these humans for a time already, Issa realized. Did he have some connection to this one?
Issa delved deeper, pressing an arm down across Erika’s hips to hold her still. “She tastes like ripe pomegranate coated in chocolate and sprinkled with sea salt and pepper flakes. Sweet Mother, I haven’t tasted anything so good in five hundred years.”
“Spicy? Is that from her or him,
