I can feel your heartbeat and see the pulsing of an artery on your forehead. I can see and feel it quickening with the pace of our passion, of wanting...and being as one.We start moving faster with deeper, longer thrusts as the heat of our passion grows. I hear you moan with pleasure, a low sound from the back of your throat, it excites me even further, brings me closer to a climax. My pussy is sucking at you, enveloping and caressing the slickness of your hard cock. I feel you pulsating deep. Minerva glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and allowed him to open the door before striding through the outer office and through a connecting door into the command center.The control center was a was staffed around the clock and whenever Pan had come here, there was always a low buzz of activity. The various screens around the room showed a variety of images and video, some with sector maps showing ship locations, others with new broadcasts from across the entire Union.Today, there was an island. I had no much choice but to follow her. We reached to 15th floor and she pressed the bell. One young man come out and opened the door he must be mid thirties and looks quite handsome. They shook hand we entered the house she introduced me to him and said he is my husband we have just reached.He guided us to the drawing room and we sat on the sofa. I was sitting in one sofa and this gentle man was sitting on the other one opposite me. She came and sat next to him. He started taking to her how. The Nocturnes. The Hand of the Council. Only the finest warriors to come from the academy were considered for the privilege to bare the black uniform with gold buttons and white cords, trademark of the Nocturnes. They came demanding the immediate surrender and arrest of the entire village. A village of smiths goes quietly? The fighting started that night, slow and bloody. The weapon workers knew how to fight with a blade and the rest of the men used the tools of their trade to cut, bash, tear.