<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 confused by his simple statements. Sure, they’d both survived without the other but could they now? Each had been leached into the other’s consciousness. They sought each other out. They looked forward to meeting again under whatever unlikely or untimely circumstances, desperate for the collision of their bodies. Was it anything more than that? She couldn’t think straight… he was pounding her, driving his shaft into her channel, and she moaned as an electric tingle suffused her body.<br/><br/><em>His hands, oh those marvelous, dangerous hands!</em>She gave a shriek as his fingers grasped and tortured her breasts, writhing to end up mostly upon her back. Her leg was trapped between them, her knee practically curled over his shoulder. Spread as she was, he had a perfect angle to access her cunny. She didn’t sense any fatigue, any need to slow on his part, so she cried out again as her cylindrical muscles tightened around him in a spasm. She was on the verge of orgasm and was staring up into his face, amazed. Such brutality, such trust. How did they get here?<br/>