<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/dragonball/images/4/44/Olivia_Wilde_-_my_heroine.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, mentor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Atlas Yule<br/><strong>Where:</strong>private locked room<br/><br/>Rybbon was trapped under Atlas, wrapped in his arms, grunting and crying out with his harsh movements, stabbing up into her. She closed her eyes, blushing at her own emotional reaction to his growled words. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head hard, tearing her upper body away from him by inches. She twisted and turned her face to him, wrapping a hand up behind his neck. “You can’t… stand it… without me?” she uttered in a low voice, interrupted with rough breathing as her exhales were forced from her lungs. She groaned, shuddering in pleasure, the ache inside her channel building up to a fast climax.<br/><br/>Blinking up into his face, she half bit her own lip, her eyes narrowed at him. She was trying to decide if any confession of his feelings for her mattered. She’d just continue to fuck him when she wished, using him for her purposes. Would she feel safer if he claimed to be using her in the same manner, just rutting with her for their mutual entertainment and distraction. Hells, did she really mean that when it occurred in her head – was she just using him? What would happen to them both if she had developed feelings for the other victor? Weren’t they cursed to live their lives without the other?<br/><br/>Rybbon bit into her lower lip hard, bruising the delicate flesh. She groaned again, starting to fight him, scratching with her nails across the back of his neck. Crying out with his thrusts, she tried to loosen his hold on her, turning toward her side to better face him, to better slap at him, determined to deserve her bruises.<br/>