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LUST: CAN I BLAME IT ON THE ALIENS?
I close my hands around his powerful thighs and try to coax them open. When he finally parts them, I let out a sigh and scratch his hair under my nails as I slowly move my right hand to my prize. « Do it, human. Touch my staff weapon. » I wake up sweating and screaming, abruptly disturbing Daniel's deep sleep. He puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting. « Did you dream of Bra'Tac again? » « Yeah. Oh god, I feel sick. Something's really wrong. I should ask Fraiser to check me. » « I'm not sure, Jack... After all, lust works in mysterious ways. »
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