If only there was an impartial judge present to decide the winner of their brief encounter. None of them could say for certain of who the victor was, but Flashman certainly thought that he prevailed. Even if he did lose himself to the skilled ministrations of this ferocious, fiesty whore he counted himself the victor for discovering her weakness, or perhaps one of a few. As his sweat-slicked chest heaved heavily against her breast the still-engorged shaft remained steadfast within, riding the rapid pulses of her quaking vessels and joined her in passionate, ragged moans. It took him several moments to be aware that his finger was still within her tight hole, and the discovery led him to grin feverishly against her neck, and finally meeting their lips together in an apparently gentle kiss.<br/><br/>The Colonel took his time to lash his tongue playfully against her pierced lips, even tugging lightly against the jewelry in the midst of sampling her lips as it was followed by an abrupt, rapid wriggling of his finger within her yet-exploited hole, making a point to hook the fingertip against the thin confines of flesh that led to her cunt with the invested interest in exploiting his whore fully... even in the final echoes of their first round.<br/><br/>"Well done, Zara," He whispered, his steely gaze softening somewhat with the glazed, drug-like effect of satisfied passion. "You've earned the late queen's trinket."