The High Priestess would be able to marry, or not, as she chose, and any man would have been proud to be brought to her bed.’ The Maiden sighed, ‘...rue enough. And here we get to the crux of why I am here this night. Gods think in terms of generations, Abiron. Faith is our wellspring and our curse. Any man who Ariadne brought to her bed would be worthy, indeed. But what of her child? And the child of that child? To allow a faith so pure to expire forever from the world could not be borne. We. Just as she did I began to walk forward, right then it must have hit her. She could smell the sex in the room, “What the fuck were you two doing, huh?” she said as she was pushing her way past me. I placed the stuff I had in my arms in the corner calmly, only to turn around and see her going through her room upturning the covers revealing the stains on the mattress that were still wet and warm. She was furious, she stormed up to me yelling at me “How was the fuck Rob, I fucking knew you two. The captain's chair rose theatrically above and behind the Operations Deck and was the plush tan leather centerpiece of Officer’s Deck. To either side were additional observation chairs of gray leather and further to the right was the ship’s helm: a low computer station with a clear swivel chair bounded by two gleaming poles which each held a half of the helmsman's thin, stretchy, barely noticeable harness; various electronics attachments which allowed for her immersion experience and health. As she continued to suck on him, he restrained himself from thrusting in and out of her small, warm mouth. He felt the delight building inside him, but it continued to restrain himself from letting go as he would have liked and wildly fucking her mouth. He didn’t want to be too forceful; he’d gotten what he wanted after all. Still, he wanted more. He wanted to take her and show her real pleasure. Wild, unbottled, natural pleasure that would leave her begging for more. Just thinking about the.