It was fascinating how much Cipher Nine could take from touch alone. Mere physical sensation of another seemed like such a limited way to enjoy them. Through their connection, he could feel echoes of the Miraluka's pleasure, the heat building within him. It was filtered through an unfamiliar mind, but it still fed into his own lust.

"Perfection in all things." Tendrils slid between them, one managing to slip inside Cipher Nine's pants.

"The galaxy deserves elevation. But it cannot come, not yet. It is not ready."

The Miraluka's hips ground against him just so, and instinctively he pushed deeper into the connection between them, feeding his own pleasure back into the creature's mind.