Verhoeven wasn't military, but he'd worked in Carmel's fire service before the catastrophe and had a solid head on his shoulders.It was still grim. Gr...m enough for Heinlein to gamble on biding his time until the twitchers took him to wherever they were going. Maybe he could inflict real damage at the heart of their lair.The twitchers continued to drag Heinlein across the barren terrain.It was day, or at least whatever passed for day in hell-space. The sky never got brighter than a deep. He still had an erection and was still ready to fuck! As he re-lived what had just happened, he thought about the first, and so far only time, he had fucked her. He threw in a few fantasies about Mrs. “Z” next door, Rob masturbated to three more orgasms! He finally fell back asleep. The next morning Rob went down to breakfast. His mom was up and moving about the kitchen preparing the family’s breakfast. Rob closely studied her to see if he could get any hint of what had happened last night.. A breath comes out of me forcefully each time my pelvis bumps up against his ass. I start to get lost in the motion. One hand keeps hold of his hip, using it to help me thrust, the other moves up to his shoulder, pulling him back in to me. I ride him hard.He tries to steady himself, but the couch creaks from our fucking, the sound of our thighs slapping together echoing through the room.My hand moves from his shoulder and up the back of his neck, then his head, gripping his hair, pulling his. “May I present my lord, Ricard Parett, and his lifelong companions, Abbess Mariska of the Starlit Order and Lord Gogol the Giant-Slayer.”The elf gave us a serene nod. The dwarf gave a brief grunt and went back to tearing apart the whole chicken he was in the middle of devouring. Only the human stood and greeted us with open arms.“Welcome, welcome! Although I suppose it’s not my room to welcome you to. All the same, I am glad you accepted my invitation. Ignore my servant, I’m no real lord..