Krac’s brain was close to short-circuiting. The images her words were creating, especially after having experienced some of what she was talking about, had his body pulsing with expectation. He swept through the door of her cabin and froze as the unfamiliar feelings of indecision and being unsure of what he should do next hit him. His eyes moved to the bed as he tried to decide what to do next.
He wished now that he had paid more attention to what the guards at the lab had said when they joked around with each other. He knew what s*x was by definition. As it had never really applied to him except for that one time in the lab, he had assumed it was a defect in his creation. What he was feeling now made him realize that he was in no way defective. At least, if the hardness of his c**k was a
