I stepped out the room and found Grace leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. I approached her with a confident walk and said, “We’ll be resuming the attack on Viper soon, will you join us?”
“While I’m fine with joining you, there is one issue you need to consider before dragging me along,” she said without opening her eyes.
“What issue is that?” I ask unceremoniously.
“The fact that you’ve left your underlings unsupervised for so long when not all of them have acknowledged your rule is disconcerting, that’s going to cause problems if you don’t assert your authority soon to remind them who’s in charge.” Grace said nonchalantly, “If all of them had accepted your new position things would have been different, but as it stands, the majority have half a mind to get rid of you. Granted, the few that are loyal are incredibly so, even near the point of fanaticism. That will do wonders towards counteracting the disloyal but the number of people loyal to you aren’t nearly enough to stop anything from happening, only delay it.”
I frowned as I contemplated her words, she made a valid point. I had been absent for almost two full days already but eventually those who disagree with my position would act to my detriment. This creates a conflict of interests, if I continue towards Viper I can give my reputation a massive boost, but fringe elements at my own headquarters are threatening to dismantle everything I’ve built. The issue doesn’t lie with me losing my authority, but with voiding my contracts with Grace, Nordon, and Chesnokov – I doubt I’ll be able to negotiate such beneficial contracts again, luck was with me at the time but luck is a fickle thing.
After a moment of silent planning I looked up and said, “Grace, I want you to go back and control the situation back at HQ, delay any uprisings for as long as you can. I will continue with my plan to absorb Viper and wrap up things over there and return within the next twelve hours or so. If I can’t finish things up on that side on time then I’ll abandon it and rush back.”
Grace opened her eyes and nodded in acknowledgement as she said, “Noted, I’ll order my men to assist in subduing any particularly rowdy insurgents.” She turned away from me and started walking towards the lift.
“You have permission to kill anyone who actively tries to coerce others, damage my property, or undermine my position in any way,” I said flatly. I paused for a moment before adding, “But excuse anyone who does so unwillingly.”
She stopped mid-stride and looked back over her shoulder at me with a cold expression. She remained silent for a moment before saying, “I’ll apprehend and supress any culprits that appear. I’ll let you make the final decision later, that way you can add it to your reputation.”
“Fine then, do as you wish,” I grunted, knowing that Grace wasn’t mine to order around.
She took a few more steps and stopped again. She turned her head just enough for the eye to be visible to me and said, “You can take Chesnokov along, he should add just as much to your combat potential as I could.”
“Da, if not more,” came a voice from above me, making my eyes dart upwards to find Chesnokov crouching in the ceiling maintenance. He had moved a panel to make himself visible.
I was surprised; I did not expect him to appear here. How long has he been around here? Actually, when did Grace get here? She was there when I regained consciousness, so it’s possible they headed over after I fell unconscious. Then again, how would they have known when that happened?
<( You were followed, duh! )> chirped Dawn gleefully.
Nova managed to give Dawn a death-stare so harsh I shivered on the side-lines despite neither of them having physical forms.
Unable to dismiss the possibility that the two of them had followed me and after a moment of silence I asked, “Have you been following me?”
“Da,” admitted Chesnokov with a nod while Grace had already vanished around the corner. “We had not expected the whole clash between Blood Fang, but we did your best to maximise your survival while keeping you pressured.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t find it odd that out of a full team of armed men none managed to stay calm?” he said with a neutral expression, “That the evac team arrived when they did? That nobody managed to call for backup? That your encounters were so conveniently dispersed?”
I looked at him silently for a few seconds.
“No? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. It ended up being a good demonstration of your physical talents and combat instincts,” said Chesnokov dismissively as he slipped out of the ceiling. Despite watching him land I couldn’t hear anything. I quickly looked back up to judge the height of the fall and was surprised to find the ceiling panel back in place, there was no evidence that anyone had moved the panel for any reason. I stared at it in shock until I felt a tap on the shoulder. I snapped back into focus and saw Chesnokov looking at me with concern.
“Anyway, I assume you’ll be joining us,” I said while looking straight into his eyes.
He nodded and said, “I’ll be coming along. Lead the way.” He gestured for me to go ahead.
I turned around and began walking in the direction he gestured, two steps later I stopped and looked around trying to figure out where I was supposed to go. I stood there for a few seconds with my eyes darting around before a soldier came around the corner.
Judging by the way he perked up when he saw me, he was probably looking for me. Judging by the fiery look in his eyes, he had more things about me going through his head than just the reason he was looking for me.
Dawn, can you get me a read on his surface thoughts? I want to make sure this guy isn’t hostile.
<( Hnnnn… Yes? Maybe! )>
Just try. If you can’t then we’ll just have to keep our guard up.
<( ‘Kaaay! )>
I watched him approach while Dawn tried to focus on his conscious thoughts.
<( Got it! Oh, uh… Gimme a sec to edit this… Aaaaand done! )>
Suddenly, an image of myself appeared in my mind. I was lying on a clean pink bed on my back surrounded by red petals. My right arm lay above my head on my splayed hair while I held a petal to my mouth with the left, nibbling on it sexily with a hazy and lustful expression, reddened cheeks emphasised by the snowy white background of my hair. My boots and gauntlets were scattered around me without regard to where they were discarded, my chainmail-mimicking sleeves were similarly strewn about but my leggings were still on – albeit rather haphazardly. My red dress was also messy with the left sleeve falling seductively off the shoulder. My right leg lay straight with the legging crumpled around the ankle but the left leg was bent with the knee in the air and the legging pulled halfway down my thigh. The longer rear-half of my skirt highlighted my creamy white thighs and the shorter front had slid back dangerously far, threatening to expose my underwear.
Speaking of underwear, two small nubs were visible through the fabric on my chest – seeing evidence that I was braless I wondered if I wasn’t wearing panties either.
As the thought crossed my mind the image of myself began to move. My head tilted slightly and my gaze sharpened slightly as I shifted my left arm into my body, squishing my chest and showing just how soft and tender my tits were – emphasising the hard nubs in the front. My left leg bent a little more and rose slightly, causing the front of my skirt to slide even further down my thigh. The inner part of the skirt dipped enough to hide what was underneath – or the potential lack thereof.
It didn’t matter that I was the subject of the image, it was incredible arousing. I felt my body heating up and a tingling sensation building up in my crotch, the tingling sensation was soon accompanied by a growing dampness. I sensed my breathing gradually growing rougher and tried to hide it as the soldier approached. I couldn’t deny it any more, I was horny, and getting more so by the minute.
The soldier stopped in front of me and said, “The captain is preparing a full contingent of troops for the mission, he said to meet up in the underground parking two hours from now.”
“Thank you soldier,” I said, struggling to conceal my arousal, “You are dismissed.”
He nodded and turned to leave, sighing with slight disappointment and resignation as he began to leave.
I let out a heated sigh myself, it was unintentional, I quickly shut my mouth and tried to act normal.
<( So, you gonna head to battle panting like a bitch in heat starring in a cheap porno or find someone to fuck and get it over with? )> asked Dawn mischievously.
I’ll just bear with it till we get back home.
<[ I’m sorry to inform you, but that will end well, there’s a biological problem with that plan. ]> said Nova, worry evident in her tone.
Biological problem? I ask dubiously.
<[ Yes… As much as we might seem human, we are not. We’re mostly the same inside and out but there are a few key differences, some which make us superior and some which can be difficult to deal with. ]>
Just get to the point, what’s the problem?
<[ During the clash I modified your body to be able to better utilise the adrenaline boost you received. I did that to improve our odds of survival, but my fiddling has had a few unexpected consequences… Namely, when we broke our ankle I hindered our body’s ability to process out the things in your blood so we could build up more adrenaline, this also hinders our ability to filter out things like oestrogen and testosterone. To make things worse, I removed the limiters and boosted chemical production to increase the effect… ]>
So what you’re saying is…
<( We’re gonna get so fucking horny we won’t know left from right! )>
<[ Crudely said, but yes, our body will keep producing hormones until you instinctively deem it unnecessary – in simpler words, until you feel satisfied. At that point I’ll be able to revert the changes; I don’t have the skill to alter anything while it’s in use and horniness is a self-perpetuating thing to someone with a strong imagination – and we have Dawn with us. Long story short, we probably have about 45 minutes until we’re humping the floor out of desperation. ]>
The image of myself shifted again, writhing around expectantly with an inviting smile and flushed cheeks, as if to accentuate her point about Dawn.
That sounds bad… is it dangerous? I said with concern.
<( Hahaha… this really is a cheap porno! Fuck or die? Who thought this up?! )> said Dawn jubilantly.
<[ No, I doubt we would die with our raw adaptability, but our blood would likely become a potent aphrodisiac… even to ourselves. ]>
Let’s not let our life turn into an endless cesspool of sex, as pleasurable as it sounds, we have bigger plans.
<[ Agreed. Try find a private room, if we deal with it fast enough we might be able to satisfy ourselves without a part- ]>
<( I refuse! )> screamed Dawn defiantly.
Suddenly I felt control of my body slip away from me as Dawn took control.
Dawn!
<[ Don’t bother, she’s gonna do this regardless of your opinion. ]>
<( Hehe, my time to shine! You two will even get the full experience while I’m at it. ]>
<[ Sounds good to me. ]>
You’re on board with this too!?
<[ Yep. ]>
Why… don’t I feel betrayed?
<( Cause you want it too? )>
… Maybe… Whatever, let’s just get on with it.
Dawn – still in control of our body – looked up and found the soldier about to disappear around the corner. She quickly spoke up to catch his attention before he turned the corner, “Before you go, I’d like to rest a while… Care to show me to a private room?”
The soldier stopped mid-stride and looked back at us with a hopeful look, a self-admonishing look surfaced a moment later and he shook his head. He looked at us with a professional smile and said, “Of course. They’re not far from here, follow me.”
He turned to face the passageway opposing the one he was about to take. Dawn strode towards him, exaggerating the swing of her hips as she walked, a sly but inviting smile grew on her face as she neared the soldier. “Lead the way,” she said suggestively, giving him a small wink as she puffed her chest out and rocked onto one leg. The soldier blushed with mixed feelings of hopefulness and hesitance.
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She’s good at this, I’ll give her that. I said to Nova, slightly impressed by Dawn’s natural way with people.
<[ It’s part of her job, in a manner of speaking. ]>
We have jobs?
<[ Roles, more like. Each of us has different strengths which gives us slightly different purposes. ]>
Makes sense… what is each of our ‘roles’?
<[ I’m the body. Passively, I’m in charge of building and remodelling our body, it’s my ‘job’ to repair and improve our body. Actively, I’m in charge of heavy physical activity – namely combat.
Dawn is the mind. Passively, she’s in charge of storing experiences and compiling them into something more usable. Actively, she does precise calculations and controls our psionic emissions. Additionally, she is also in charge of picking through people’s minds, making her adept at manipulating people to our whims; both by direct cerebral guidance and physical suggestion. ]>
That explains why she’s so good at this…
<[ We can all take over each other’s jobs if need-be, though we would have much less control. ]>
I see… What’s my job?
<[ Your job is slightly different than ours. You act as a coordinator, allowing me and Dawn to act in sync. Your essence could be considered instinct or control, you are the most well rounded of us. You are our face, the nexus of our combined wills. Dawn and I are more akin to alternative points of views than separate personalities…
In all honesty, the fact that we manifest as separate individuals is rather odd, it would be perfectly possible for all of us to exist as a singular personality while achieving the same result. ]>
Hmmm… ignoring the latter half, does that mean you and Dawn would work less effectively if one of you were in charge, skipping my control?
<[ Probably. If we wound up in a situation where you couldn’t take the helm then I would control the body while Dawn controlled our psionic power. We would each individually be more effective than you, but small inefficiencies would arise… For example, using both psionic power and physical force when only one was necessary, or both of us leaving the same opponent the other to deal with. The overall effectiveness might not be all that different, but we would certainly waste more energy without you co-ordinating our efforts. ]>
I see…
<[ We’re here… ready to have some fun? ]>
Let’s just get on with it…
<( Don’t be such a sourpuss, lay back and enjoy it. It’ll be fun, I promise! )>
“Here is a private room for you, Ma’am,” said the soldier, desperately trying to fight his hopeful delusions and maintain a professional face.
He opened the door for us with one hand and flattened his back against the door itself, making space for us to pass.
“Thank you, sir,” said Dawn as she stepped through the opening he provided, glancing back as she passed through. The soldier sighed as he once again admonished himself for his fantasies and turned to leave.
Dawn took the moment to grab him by the wrist and pull, throwing him roughly into the room and towards the bed. He tumbled towards the bed, so surprised by our actions that he failed to right himself and crashed onto the bed. By the time he had turned himself around we had closed the door and were busy locking it, staring at him with a predatory grin.
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Confused and afraid, the soldier quickly stumbled to his feet and rushed for the door – only to be thrown back onto the bed by Dawn for the second time.
There was the same element of domination that I always have when I play with the maids, but this was far rougher than anything I’ve done before.
The soldier crawled backwards in fear, only stopping when blocked by the wall. The dim lighting provided by the only working light did wonders for the mood. The scent of fear was accentuated by the poor lighting, making me grow more excited as we slowly walked towards him.
Dawn made a slight detour around the left side of the bed, keeping her hungry eyes locked on him as she strut around the bed. She was still exaggerating the swing of her hips, and now she struck the floor with each step – intentionally failing to soften the impact of each step. This had two effects, the first was to make each step louder and more intimidating, the second was to increase the shockwave of each step and make the jiggle of our fleshier parts more pronounced. With each wave of vibrations that I felt travel through my ass and breasts I became more excited.
The soldier, however, grew more scared and backed a little further away from us – brushing against the wall as he scrambled backwards.
Unfazed by his reaction, Dawn leant across the bed towards him, placing her right knee and left hand on the bed for stability. She reached forwards with her right hand and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him roughly towards her and forcing him into an awkward posture in one swift movement. She didn’t waste a moment before locking lips with him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
The soldier stopped flailing as he lay in shock, he was so surprised that he forgot to breath. His fear had instantly been replaced with confusion and doubt.
Dawn separated from his lips as abruptly as she stole them. He quickly tried to get more oxygen into his system, but Dawn cut him off and restarted the kiss before he could catch his breath.
Dawn repeated this several times, quickly forcing his breath to become shallow. Several times during the process he tried to touch us, but Dawn slapped his hand away and denied him any further say in the proceedings. Needless to say, being slapped by armoured gloves was less than pleasant and he quickly learned that he had no right to act on his own.
After separating one last time, the soldier looked at Dawn with hazed eyes – not even trying to recover his breathing.
After a moment of panting, Dawn twisted him by the shoulders and threw him onto his back, moving on top of him and straddling his waist. Pinning him down between her legs, she reached forwards and impatiently started unbuttoning the soldier’s shirt from the top down. The act was rushed and done without a care; she ripped off just as many buttons as she successfully unbound. Underneath his military gambeson was a simple vest intended for comfort – a vest which was torn apart without hesitation.
The shredded vest fell to the sides and revealed the man’s chiselled torso, deep crevices accentuated his steel abs and his thick pecs rose above his body imposingly like kings.
The man curled his torso upwards in a casual attempt to sit and reached towards our waist, having seemingly forgotten his earlier lesson. Dawn quickly gave him some revision by slapping his hands away with one hand – backhanding the first and violently palming the other, she glared at him as she slapped his hands away and shoved him back down with the other hand. She leaned forward with a hand on his chest and – with a curious mix of playfulness and seriousness – said, “Naughty boy, misbehave again and I’ll rip your hands off.”
The man shivered fearfully and the lump beneath our waist softened a little. Noticing this, Dawn leaned in closer and whispered, “Behave yourself well enough and I just might let you have a little fun of your own with me.”
The lump quickly regained its stiffness, with a little extra joining in along the way. Dawn smiled with satisfaction as she slowly leant back and locked eyes with the man, “Am I understood?”
He nodded vigorously in response.
“Good,” said Dawn with a cruel smile shortly before she fell forwards and locked lips with him again, starting another make-out session. Dawn’s hands fondled his body as she kissed him, one hand cupping and caressing his pecs while the other traced the side of his body – stroking his abs with the thumb in the process. The kisses were more drawn out than the last set of kisses, allowing Dawn to enjoy the writhing of tongues for longer before separating.
Panting again, Dawn revelled in the aftertaste before her gaze drifted downwards to his crotch. “Well then, let’s see what you have for me today…” said Dawn slyly as her hands drifted down to his belt buckle. She fumbled with his belt buckle for mere seconds before getting impatient opting to break it apart instead; she grabbed the buckle with both hands and twisted strongly, destroying the mechanism in the process.
With the belt out of the way, she undid the button and pulled the zipper down. Dark blue underwear became visible and his dick stood up straight despite the constricting fabric. Dawn tried to pull the underwear down but it got caught stubbornly on his erection. Deciding not to let this hinder her, she pulled harder – this only made the man grit his teeth in pain. Noting the problem, Dawn placed a hand on his hip and grabbed a loop made by the garment’s shape with the other, pulling upwards with full force instead of down. Before long the fabric on the side snapped and the cloth fell away from the prize, exposing his erect dick.
Dawn gently stroked his dick with your armoured gloves. He trembled in anticipation as her fingers traced the shape of his dick.
Dawn smiled as she retracted and said, “Your turn.”
The man looked at Dawn in confusion. Dawn, in turn, supplemented her explanation, “I’m still dressed, that’s a problem, help me fix it.”
He reached towards Dawn’s dress straps excitedly, but Dawn slapped his hands away and said, “Not so fast. There’s an order to things, an order you will follow.”
The man looked at Dawn in confusion, as if seeking an explanation. Dawn smiled and said, “Kneel on the floor…”
He froze for a moment and looked at Dawn, but quickly decided to follow orders and crawled off the bed. As he crawled off the bed Dawn moved to the edge of the bed and sat, her feet hanging off the side in front of him. She crossed her legs and giggled as she looked down at him.
“First, we need to get rid of these…” said Dawn with a sultry sideways glance as she gestured with her hands, curling her fingers one by one. The man got the message and slowly grasped the armoured gauntlet offered to him, gently sliding it off her arm.
Dawn smiled and said, “Good boy,” before offering her other hand to him. He gently slid it off her arm and placed it next to the other gauntlet on the floor.
The man looked up at Dawn and spoke, “What ne-guh!” Or rather, he tried. His question was interrupted by an armoured toe to the gut and an admonishing glare from Dawn.
“You will not speak unless spoken to,” she said, “Am I understood?”
“Yes!” he barked, earning him another kick.
“Am I understood?” asked Dawn with a glare.
He nodded vigorously and Dawn said, “Good… Now the boots.” She raised one leg and pointed her toes, making the man flinch reflexively. A moment later he gingerly grasped the boot and loosened the buckles, removing it with the same care as the gauntlets.
Once the first boot had been placed next to the gauntlets Dawn raised her other foot in the same manner. As the man’s hands reached for the boot Dawn’s gaze drifted down his exposed torso to his throbbing dick, giving her a mischievous idea.
The man had a hand on the buckles and was about to unfasten them when he suddenly flinched and lost the buckle. Dawn had started playing with his dick using her other foot, making it harder for him to concentrate on his hands. This inevitably made the process of removing the second boot take much longer than necessary. After half a minute of minor spasms, the man finally managed to remove the boot.
Dawn smiled smugly at him, satisfied by her show of dominance and his obedience.
Dawn was far less satisfied by the pace of things at this point, however, and thusly decided to speed things up a little.
Rocking forward, Dawn flicked the rear of her skirt out behind her and lowered her panties a little. She rocked backwards with a smooth transition, creating a flowing movement as she freed her panties.
The man stared at her in wonder for a moment. With a playful smile Dawn asked him, “You want to finish the job?”
He nodded vigorously and Dawn chuckled, “So be it.”
The man timidly reached forwards and grabbed her lacy panties, sliding them down Dawn’s thighs with gentle care. After lowering the panties to the floor the man stared down the valley of her thighs longingly, Dawn responded by separating her legs slightly.
Staring at Dawn’s crotch got the man so excited that his dick was almost visibly twitching in anticipation. He was far too engrossed in the sight to notice Dawn reaching out towards him.
Grabbing his hair, she yanked him into her crotch, propping his mouth up to her moist slit with inhuman precision. The man was dazed by the sudden action but snapped out of it when Dawn seductively said, “You know what to do.”
Waves of pleasure assaulted Dawn as the man worked his tongue through her vagina.
“Nnnn…” came a light moan from Dawn as the man’s tongue entered her. She grabbed his head and pulled him deeper into her crotch, curling over slightly as she indulged in the pleasure.
Dawn squeezed his head tightly between her thighs and began to moan repeatedly as he explored her wet entrance. As the moment continued the man grew more creative, moving his tongue in new ways and making Dawn moan more heatedly. Dawn began curling further and further over him with the rising pleasure, eventually letting out a loud moan as she came.
She held herself in position as she panted after the small climax. She panted for a moment before collecting herself.
Eager to dive into the main course she released the man from between her legs and abruptly grabbed his torn clothing, hurling him onto the bed and pinning him on his back. She breathed hotly over him for a moment, inspecting him, before swinging a leg over and positioning his hard dick at the entrance to her vagina.
Wasting no time, Dawn dropped her hips and sunk his cock deep into her vagina. She stopped for a moment to relish the feeling of its presence inside her before she started shaking her hips with abandon, indulging in her lust without restraint.
The man’s grunts conveyed his pleasure as fleshy sounds filled the room. At one point, he got ambitious and tried to grab Dawn’s breast, but she diligently reminded him of the rules and pinned his arms down as she continued to use his cock as dildo.
The wild pounding continued for a while, allowing Dawn to reach several climaxes, all while denying him the chance to cum on his own. As the boy’s fatigue started to grow obvious Dawn decided to humour the boy, allowing him to cum alongside her greatest and finishing climax.
The boy lost consciousness and Dawn sat there with her head tilted back, simply soaking up the rapidly fading feelings in silence.
Half a minute later she took a deep breath and disconnected from his limp dick, climbing off the bed and heading towards the bathroom to clean herself off.
She splashed water into her face and grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror, wholly satisfied after the bout of wild sex.
<( You can stop thinking in the third person now~ )>
Eh?
<( Yea, I handed back control right after locking the door, that was all you~ )>
… No, that was definitely you.
<[ She’s not lying… Though I won’t deny that she did influence the roll of things. ]>
Whatever, everything is fixed now, right?
<[ … ]>
Nova… what’s with the silence?
<( You got tricked! )>
Wait… so that hormone problem you spoke about…
<[ … it was a lie. ]>
…
<( It was all one big conspiracy! )>
You two ganged up on me!?
<[ Can you honestly say you didn’t enjoy it? ]>
No, I suppose not, it was great… But that doesn’t change the fact that you two tricked me.
<( We’re technically also you, so you were really tricking yourself! )>
… You know what, I’m not even going to try fight for this, it’s simply not worth the effort.
<[ Good choice. ]>
Having finished cleaning myself up during the argument I walked back into the bedroom and collected my boots and gauntlets – and panties. I’m surprised that I didn’t take off more.
Oh right, I planned to, but impatience stopped that from happening.
Sighing as I reflect on my brash approach to sex, I dress myself back up and straighten out the creases. I turn to the man and see him unconscious. Despite how exhausted he looked, I felt completely refreshed.
Having fixed up my appearance, I left the room and headed down the hallway in search of a flight of stairs.
I passed two soldiers just as I stepped into the hallway, and they quickly rushed into the room behind me. Typical.
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(Soldier POV)
Me and my buddy have been patrolling this hallway for close to an hour now, just this hallway. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it?
I can’t deny it, our reason for doing so is very stupid and unprofessional.
Recently the hottest chick I’ve ever seen appeared around here, everyone has been making detours on their patrol routes to catch glimpses of her. She seems to be a relatively important figure outside our military circles.
Anyway, me and my bunkmate were heading to the commons room to spend some down time when we spotted her entering a private room.
Now, this usually meant that we had to keep quiet and stay away, but she pulled the soldier who was guiding her into the room and slammed the door. Not long after we heard them having sex.
Me and my bunkmate were flabbergasted but quickly agreed to mill about the corridor until they finished. That is why we have spent almost an hour walking up and down the passageway. The man inside that room is the luckiest bastard alive and I’ve yet to decide whether he deserves to be flayed alive or given a medal – either way, he’s going to need interrogating.
Finally, our efforts have been rewarded!
The white-haired goddess stepped out the room, flicking her hair before walking away. We were so captivated by her beauty that we almost crashed into each other.
After a few moments, we managed to tear our eyes away from her enticing figure and quickly rushed towards the room she just left.
Inside the room, we found something beyond our expectations; the guy was utterly spent.
We expected him to be super satisfied or act boastful, not be unconscious with a tired look on his face! As we neared him things got even more interesting.
His clothes were ripped apart savagely, exposing his torso and crotch. There were also bruises forming all around his forearms.
What the hell!? He doesn’t even look happy! Was she really that vicious in bed?