Fighting a person with your life on the line is nothing like what we’ve done in practice. In practice, if you get hit, you need to clean a red mark ...ff your clothes or skin and you can get right back to it. The fight that’s coming will be real – any mistake could be your last. I have faith in you; I know you can handle what’s being asked of you. However, you’re not blooded – and those who you’ll face likely have been. Give quarter when you can but take no chances; err on the side of. Then suddenly he lay atop me, his cock buried in my pussy, and as he brought me again toward release, my semiconscious body filled with lust, yet tired beyond words, he whispered "Now die, my darling." I felt his bite in my neck vein, the euphoria of his throbbing dick, a soaring cum, and then nothing.It felt like a deep dark cave, only silence, and I was unable to move. Then from far away, out of sight, came Damien's voice, quiet as this tomb I was in, whispering "Drink, Elizabeth." Liquid. I lost consciousness and the profuse amount of blood coming out of the wound that began to redden the water around me and seeping upward shocked my coworkers who immediately called for help to get me out of the water and to take me to the nearest hospital when they saw the wound could not be definitively healed with first aid.I hardly remember what happened the following days; I seem to remember as if I was in the middle of a thick fog, the pounding of the blades of a helicopter, screaming, and. " I smile a lil as I pull my blanket off sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of shorts. My nine inch cock was rock hard and thick standing at attention in my shorts. She walked closer in front of me dropping down to her knees. She said "Pull it out." I did and she grabbed my cock in one hand, my balls in the other. She looked up at me and spit on my cock before licking her tounge around the head of my cock. Her freshly straightened dirty.