Somewhere. Probably dead, if they hadn’t shown up yet. They managed to keep the entire arena from burning all at once, for whatever good that did us.... If they were lucky, they were fleeing.All the allies we had hoped would pitch in- the arena guards, the competing knights, Ricard- were dead around us, having been burned or hacked to pieces by Gogol, Mariska’s mercenary companion who was more than happy to murder people on her behalf. Some party they turned out to be. At least Gogol was dead,. She jumps as the pain cuts into her consciousness. Back and forth I slice the stinger across her arse, leaving little red welts on her skin. Nothing permanent, after all I wouldn’t want to damage my jewel would I? The Sybain tries to take her mind while I hold her in reality with the insistent pain of the crop on her arse. But it is a battle I must lose. Slowly the Sybian is winning, driving her on to orgasm. The lights blaze, the audience watch transfixed by the spectacle of this woman being. Taken aback in the moment that I thought of as the finest of my life. They said nothing, so I spoke. ‘Well, that’s fine,’ I said: ‘I chose Karin. Goodbye.’ I moved past my mother into the hotel, ignoring any further words from them. I Heard: ‘Roberto…’ but it was too late. Too late forever. I asked the reception where Ms Van Heineken was sleeping, and the receptionist asked me who I was. I told him, and he smiled: ‘Oh, yes. Ms Van Heineken was waiting for you any time. Her room is 65, just. Letting you feel every inch of me filling you with every thrust. Your body needs rest. You need my cum. You need us to roll over and be done. But you need my cum. You move on of your legs under me and onto my shoulder. Feeling me push deeper. You groan. You can’t distinguish the orgasms anymore. You just ride the next wave. You feel my cock swell with that thrust. Am I close? Looking up at me. At the concentration on my face, you can’t tell. Again. My cock flexing and pulsing as I push into.