. I want to feel and hear how you come when I touch your clit, making it hard. Can you do that for me?’ I heard his voice was shaky and his hard dic... pressed against my eyes, making me feel how he pulsed and throbbed. ‘Yes.. please, yes.’ I moaned, suddenly not able to speak in sentences. My ability to think was long gone and all I could do was feel. ‘Don´t move.’ He demanded a last time and then he pushed two of his fingers inside me. I cried out, lust ran through me like fire. His gaze. .. Lena? Is it... are you...?" Lena's lip trembled as tears started to form in her eyes again. But not tears of sadness; not this time. With a shriek of his name, Lena flung herself onto the floor and into Arion's arms. They clutched at each other desperately, afraid that if they let go now, it would all be just a dream. "Arion!" Lena wept, her arms flung around his torso. "I missed you so much, Arion! I love you so much!" Arion shook with emotion as he held her, his limbs trembling in a way he. Something richer, denser. Darker. “Perhaps a Gatekeeper has come to inspect the old place for needed improvements?” Corina’s frail voice asked, its brittle notes tinged with a hope that neither of them truly felt. Gatekeepers usually came in secret, cloaked in mystery. The villagers usually knew of their arrival only once they’d been long gone. Only those who were summoned to the castle to make the necessary improvements actually saw the Gatekeepers and even then their minds were wiped clean. I can’t give in? I can’t. If I give in all will be lost. I have to hold out. Please God, praying silently, just give me the strength to last as long as I can. Frank Harris entered torture room B and eyed his subject carefully. Sweat, he noticed with some measure of satisfaction, still formed and ran down the length of Carla’s body, indicating the amount of pain she suffered. Her hair was slightly matted and damp, falling into her eyes because of the position she was hung in. "How’s it going.