Tarn looks down his chest as Pharma's spike panel clicks open. He wants to say something cheeky, but his mouth goes dry as the medic's chord pressurizes smoothly between his thighs. The pollen wreaks havoc on the DJD leader's mind, making it impossible to do anything but lock onto that length.

In the end all he can do is tilt his hips to give Pharma better access to his needy valve.