The Thanagarian laughed as she shoved Nic's face back down to the cot and continued petting her wings.
"They're amazing, your wings. For your bloodline to have been polluted you have absolutely perfect wings. The Thanagarian ideal. Everything about you," his hand drifted down her back and to the curve of her ass, "is perfect. Are you certain you're half-Earth dirt? Doesn't matter. You are going to make fine babies for me."
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