Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too. I cupped them in my hands, letting their fullness rest in my palms, while I used my thumbs to rub my nipples, teasing them erect. Almost immediately I felt the familiar throbbing begin between my legs as I became wet with arousal. I slid a hand down my stomach and, parting my legs slightly, used my fingers to stroke my pulsating clit. As I did so, my mind drifted to Nate. Of all the sexual experiences I'd had since arriving on board, he remained my favorite. And now, as I used my free hand to. Titan had drunk that glory like a starving man, and never looked back, climbing his way to the top to become the most successful fighter to enter the colosseum.Fast forward a decade, he is no longer a poor skinny boy quivering uncontrollably, he is a warrior. Lost in his reverie as he is, Titan missed the klaxon sound signalling the start of the games. He realises only as the floor begins to rumble below, raising them up to arena height. Slowly the dark cell becomes lighter as the atmosphere.Read More
