The sheen coating his cock, left behind by Johanne's and Tris's juices, was still clearly visible. It glistened faintly, the liquid slowly trailing down along the shaft before gathering and dripping from the lower side.
"Hertrude..." he said.
As soon as he spoke my name, I looked up and met his gaze.
Those same red eyes.
The exact same eyes that had stared at me in that dream.
Or vision.
Whatever it truly was.
The moment our eyes met, my vagina twitched.
I didn't know why it happened.
I didn't tell it to happen.
It simply did.
"Are you finally going to make good on your promise?" he asked.
For some reason, I immediately understood what he meant.
I didn't need him to explain it.
I already knew.
That was right, wasn't it?
How many times had I told him that I would have sex with him if he managed to change the future?
Not just any future, either.
The future I had seen.
The future that had seemed impossible to change.
