Miv said, smiling from her feet at the Imdiko. He had released Katherine’s ankles and knelt with his hands propped on his thighs. Vadef flushed and grinned at his clanmate. He had also stopped touching Katherine by now. He sat on the opposite side of Simdow, watching her caress his leader.Simdow leaned over her, taking one of her hands to place it on Vadef’s flat stomach. “Compare us,” the Dramok invited. Katherine hesitated for a moment. She was tempting them too much, just as she’d been warned all women did with men. Yet her hand moved over Vadef’s firm stomach, seemingly of its own accord. He was not ridged and bumped nearly the way Simdow was, but he was still beautiful in his own way. Lithe and lean.As she watched the intricate dance of her hand moving over Vadef’s flesh, something rigid and wet met her other hand, which still studied Simdow’s. She looked over to see what she had encountered and saw Simdow’s penises curved tight towards his belly. She gasped and started to jerk her hand away.He caught her before she could escape. The Dramok didn’t force her hand back to his abdomen or to touch his infernal flesh. He only held her still, only a bare inch from the erect members.Simdow said, “It is only more of my body, Katherine. These are nothing to be afraid of.”Katherine stared at the two lengths, waiting for them to attack her as snakes might. “It’s – it’s sinful flesh. I am not to touch it!”“Why are you so frightened? These are not Miv’s fists, which can cause much damage. They are not blasters or plasma rifles, which kill people. In fact, my cocks help to create life rather than take it.”Vadef added, “Your God designed us this way, didn’t he? So how could skin and blood and veins be evil? That is all they are, you know.”Surely the Imdiko’s words must count as blasphemy. Yet he made too much sense as well. It was man’s nature that led him to sin, not the body itself. A body God had designed and made. It could not be inherently evil.The cock that had touched the back of Katherine’s hand had been feverishly hot and moist. Yet, it did seem rather harmless for all the brutal things men tended to do with it. Right now it did nothing but jut with its smaller twin between Simdow’s legs. It had not assaulted her. Her hand had only brushed it.
