”She sat up. Sword in hand, I thought ready to press the issue, she simply said, “Split it.”I saw she was serious, an honest expression on her f...ce. I staggered to my feet, reached out a hand and stated, “Deal,” as I pulled her to her feet.She looked me over, “Don’t look like a thief. More a priest or a scholar but fit enough.”I ignored the hint of disdain in her voice, “Fuck priests. Name’s Sardan.”“Strong name, Hephenic. Mine’s Brin.”“Narsan? The Battle Whores of the Eros tribe?!” I froze. He was wearing jeans and a loose fitting shirt. Once in the living room, Paul turned to me and said “Stop there”. I was a couple of metres from him. I did as I was told. My erection was coming back!Paul leant back against the arm of the sofa, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. I remembered the flat stomach with a dusting of hair. I removed my jacket, partly to follow his lead and because I was beginning to get really quite hot. I stopped at my shirt as I wanted him to lead. "I think about your cum covering my face. I think about sucking your cock dry. I think of playing with it between my fingers. I think of it sitting on my tongue before I swallow. Have you ever thought of that?" God, yes!" fought to get out. My hips begun to move on their own, fucking her hand, hoping it was a pussy or a mouth or an ass. "Would like to do that to me?" she teased, taking my cock in her mouth and sliding all the way down, her chin on my balls. I could feel her breath on my pubes,. She passed out, falling face first onto my body unconscious from the strain. I nudged at her, thinking she was teasing me somehow, but she really was gone from the world, her tight muscles still holding me in her fiery hole. I was getting kind of scared as it went on for seconds that seemed like hours, my panic wasn’t helping, it seemed as though my cock grew with the added constriction of the veins, locking me in even tighter to her grip. I said “Arisol, a bit of help please.”.