He felt his toes curl as pleasure overwhelmed him from within, seeking an out, and, as he felt the first tinder sparks of his inevitable orgasm rush towards him, the stupidest, most brilliant idea he’d ever had sprung into his mind and in a moment of pure curiosity, he just had to know. Swallowing hard he moved one hand from the the dark cheek of Avery’s tight butt to her shoulder, pushing her up slightly, her head above his. Confused at the sudden change when everything was feeling so wonderful, she looked down into Atrin’s eyes…. And he let her in. She gasped and he tensed, his back arching, his eyes wide as they came in unison, their bodies individually thrusting and grinding against one another in what to an observer would seem a typical climax, but in their minds, their souls mingled, mixing somewhere else as one. In the future Avery and Atrin both would think back to that first time, when she had soulgazed him as girlfriend they both came and they both looked back on it with the same feeling, like neither one of them had been there in that moment but something entirely different, a being of pure bliss, an existence as long as eternity squeezed into just a few seconds, no knowledge of time, the five senses gone to be replaced by a single thought, a single feeling, euphoria. It could have been five seconds later, it could have been fifty years, but Atrin’s body, independent from whatever his mind had become, on instinct alone, blinked. Avery collapsed atop of him, the pair of them laying limp, his cock spent, all strength drained from the General as he stared upwards, his eyes focused on a single point among the confines of the Palace walls, as if watching something retreat away to nothing more than a dot, then nothing more than a memory. Avery for her part, despite her vast experience at soulgazing, was struggling herself to come to terms with what had just happened, to wrap her mind around it, when, suddenly, she felt a shaking beneath her, Atrin’s chest rising and falling erratically. Startled she tried to push herself up and it took two grueling attempts before, on unsteady hands, she managed to raise herself a couple of inches. She could see tears streaming down the man's cheeks and for a second she felt a panic rise, but then she saw his smile and realised he was laughing. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, but laugh along with him, in the arms of the man whose soul she had stared into and seen only love and affection for her. Her General. Her Atrin. In the morning Atrin lay in bed, a protective arm wrapped around Avery who lay nestled against him, a dark slender leg draped lazily over his, her hand resting on his chest, tracing idle circles in her half sleep. Both awake they lay together, knowing full well that if they had not solved their mystery of the Palace's leak by that coming evening they would have to once more face Ariela’s wrath, yet, despite this, they lingered, not eager to leave the warmth of the bed and the newfound embrace of one another, knowing college to do so would be to end an experience that had likely changed them both in some way. As the final minutes of peace ebbed away a light scratching at the door became apparent and Avery, knowing their time was near an end let out a frustrated little sigh, homemade “Ooh what on earth is that noise…” Atrin murred a little and half opened his eyes, reaching out to light a candle beside the bed, a trick he accomplished one-handed, his other arm still wrapped around Avery, fingertips tracing across her exotic skin, “I haven’t the faintest…” The scratching continued and Avery poked him none too subtly in the chest, “Mm, go find out…” Atrin smirked a little, “I’d need my other arm back for that…” Avery opened her eyes ever so slightly, eying him with an oddly playful gaze before, with a little smirk of her own she rolled teen off of him, taking the bed sheets with her and exposing Atrin to the otherwise cold of the room. “Ack…” He complained as the cold bit at his skin, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. After taking a deep breath he sat up, placing his feet on the floor and stretching out his back, a routine action and habit at this point. Avery lay there, sneakily glancing over one shoulder, watching him intently, eyes fixed on the shifting of his muscles, his body strong and scarred. He may be a General, but to have acquired such an array of marks he must have once been a great warrior. Slowly he stood and her smirk spread into a grin as she watched his ass. Not noticing her attention he took the candle and lit several others, the rooms central location in the palace depriving it of any windows, making it difficult to tell the time. With a fuzzy mind he stepped towards the door, grabbing a cloth as he did so and wrapping it around his waist, covering himself to the bare minimum required. As the scratching at the door continued he opened sexy it inwards and one of the Palaces many cats flopped inside gracefully, it looked up to him indignantly and stepped inside, Atrin letting out a little laugh, “Ah, the Good General, good morning.” Avery watched, baffled as the all grey cat stepped into the room, raising her eyebrow as Atrin cast the cat a mock salute, “What are you doing…” she said, almost embarrassed for him. Atrin chuckled a little and shut the door, “This is the Good General… I think he’s the oldest mousing cat in the Palace.” Avery watched the cat with suspicion as it wandered around the room, sniffing her clothing and Atrin's armour, curious as to the odd additions to its patrol route. “It’s just weird to me. Like, I didn’t even know him or anything.” “I understand.” She teen answered. Since there were no recent cases that matched this one; Paula Birmingham was probably his first victim. When Friday came I escaped to work and slept at my place. I have a pool and a high privacy fence. I'd be damned. She asked me how Josh was, and about our trip. Fifteen minutes 'til completion. Kit groans and warns her, "Shit... Liz explained to her son as she pulled out the rubber. The thing about it was we had to be extremely careful. Seeing no alternative, college Desmond took off his pants, and stood there in pee-stained Tighty-Whities, looking abashed. This beautiful sculpture had once been a man. His name had once been Chris. Every time her tongue reaches the top of her slit, and rolled over her clit, Abby would gasp, and Jessica would moan in sympathetic pleasure, as she was programmed. He texted homemade back that he would meet us there. Janis, you are all of our number one concern. She seemed to be having ongoing orgasms. She wondered if her friend girlfriend was telling the truth. “I’m sorry. Bella might just have to give it up one more time after all. The Turkish lesbian gave me a look. I reached under his hips, groping for his cock. Dan asked him. The class finally ended and I was about to suffer through my new favorite lesson: English. My cunt clenched on his dick. No, the agony that raged in my mind, was the knowledge that I had asked for it. “You want daddy to sexy breed your sexy hole, huh?” With that, she pulled him to her and kissed him hard.