Two of whom dashed forward to do his bidding. But, instantly, the ranks closed around Princess Venetia. Six tall military-looking figures with impassi...e features.“Swords!” shouted Captain Varian.Four more of the escort drew their swords and advanced. “Stand aside or you’ll feel cold steel!” shouted their leader.The rank was unmoving.The leader stepped forward, sword raised menacingly. “Very well, you oaf!”As the sword swept higher, preparatory to being slashed down, the man who was menaced. How adequate the songs become, fierce such moans and lyrical such sighs that harmonize and cascade. A convulsive and shuddering bridge forms between us, a delicious deluge of desirous enterprise and gait that binds us. My hand is slickened by my own and by your own advancing emollients which now combine, and vice versa as you trade those oils you brush with, for my own.Whose hips might fight against gravity first, an urgency of genitalia's primitive persuasion, rising up to meet the other's. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the hell are you? The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no sign of human life at least, darkening trees, not tropical. No tell-tale pin points of light, no music nothing.It is beautiful, serene and a little scary. I am expectant of my dream to turn the usual route… some monster, some beast to show up… maybe a savage or a group of savage men… I look. She was close and so was I, the feeling came rushing over me just as I heard her moan out loud and it hit me like a freight train, from the deepest realm of my sperm bank I shot out uncontrollably, the first spurt hit her in the stomach, her eyes flew wide open but it was too late to stop she looked on in horror as more and more and more shots landed on her thigh leg and on the sheets. It felt like I came forever after the last spurt my legs felt like jelly and I crashed to the floor totally.