<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's personal quarters</strong></div><br/><br/>She watched him a moment, while his fingers roamed over her skin.  Sending him a wicked grin, about to say something about it still feeling good, when a long groan of pleasure was released, her hands clenching into his bed sheets, and her eyes closed in concentration.  She could feel an almost intense pleasure bordering on pain build up where his hands rubbed against her clit.  And just like that, her oversensitive sex contracted, her body stiffened, and a cry was ripped out of her throat as she was thrown over the edge.<br/><br/>Panting slightly, her hips moving against his hands, a throaty laugh of pleasure breaks out, and she falls back onto the bed exhausted from the intense pleasure that had ripped over her body.  She bites her lip, another chuckle escaping.<br/><br/>"I...Wow that was...."  She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence when a blinking red light caught her attention.<br/><br/>"What's that?"  She had a slight suspicion of what it was, but she was hoping to the stars that it wasn't a transmitter.