The mid-morning sun climbed higher, beating down relentlessly on the ruined courtyard.
The heavy, metallic scent of disrupted earth and raw sex hung thickly in the air.
Arthur lay on his back, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. But he wasn't drained. His monstrous Regeneration and Vitality stats were already humming beneath his skin, rapidly replenishing his energy reserves.
He could have fucked her for another twelve hours straight without breaking a sweat.
A shadow fell over his face.
He opened his eyes. Samantha stood over him.
Her sleek combat suit was torn completely open, unzipped down to her navel. She was drenched in sweat. Strands of her dark hair clung wetly to her face, her neck, and the heavy, heaving swell of her exposed breasts. Faint, drying traces of his cum were still smeared across her cheek and chin.
Below her waist, it was an absolute disaster.
