My other hand clasped her neck pulled her close as I tasted the sweetness of her saliva and savored the sensation of her tongue tangling with mine. I ...oon noticed that, somehow, she had stealthily unbuttoned my fly and released my cock, which stood at full attention and throbbed as it slid across the silky fabric stretched across her slit. I found the thin waist strap of her panties with my fingers and tore it with a quick flick of the wrist. With deliberation, I released a bit of pre-cum from. He suddenly jumped off me. Blood filled my mouth as my diaphragm re-pressurized, and I choked on desperate breaths. Brock’s hands came down on my shoulders and pressed gently. He lifted me up, cradled me in his arms, then began walking me up the stairs. I was going to be raped. I was going to be raped and tortured, and turned into a mindless slave just like Yavara. I thrashed against him, biting into his fingers until I drew blood, but he didn’t react. He opened the door and sat me on a chair,. A heart beating with increasing tempo, the pulse between her legs quickening, floating across the room on endless legs, swaying her hips and flashing her eyes with flirtatious intent, her smile widening with suggestive implications, her heels clicking impatiently across the hardwood floor as she led him to the bedroom. “Keep the gloves on....And the heels,” he grinned, placing his wine glass on the bedside table and throwing his clothes in a heap on the floor. Pulses racing, heart beats. “So, the story is that Emily’s character is sent by her church to investigate a series of grisly murders. Why would Corva go with her?”“She’s been paid?” Casey paused. “Or, maybe she got herself killed and Emily resurrected her, so now she considers it good to stay close.”“Emily’s character isn’t high level enough to resurrect yet. Maybe she healed you at some critical moment?” Nick offered.“That could work. Corva feels the obligations she incurs pretty keenly.” Casey nodded.Talking to Casey.