Ianthe felt her knees weaken at the first pulse of his cock inside her, and groaned in euphoria as his cum bloated her bowels. She was shamefully wet, she realized, and when his fingers crept back into her pussy she surged to another cliimax, writhing on the workbench as he filled her. She stayed still, panting, for long moments when he finally withdrew, both of her well-used holes struggling to close. But at length she sat up on her knees, for all that doing so allowed his semen to leak out of her, and down her thighs, in greater quantity, and fixed him with a no-nonsense look.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I believe,"</span>she said softly, dangerously,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"that you have some work to do."</span>To emphasize the point, she wrapped a loop of telekinetic energy around the grip of her pistol, and the weapon obediently slid from its holster and floated to her hand.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And since you got a good deal more than we bargained for, I'd better be damned impressed with what you find."</span>She climbed down from the workbench, shucking out of her armor and tangled clothes lest they be stained, and scanned the place for a washroom, or at least a sink -- somewhere, anywhere, she could clean up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>