Talla's Fallen Temple Ch. 22

That chilled Zhair'lo and he hoped she couldn't see inside his head to know how disturbed he was.

None of this matched up with the impression of Zia he'd formed on the outside. He'd taken her by surprise, was all. She'd be back to normal once she got over this odd sexual experience.

No wonder she'd stared at him.

Sex was a thing she did because it was an obstacle between her and weaponry.

She wanted her hands on weapons.

Moreover, Zia wanted to be a weapon.

That was enough to be going on with, as far as Zhair'lo was concered.

He knew well that this was not an ally in his war against the Temple, for Zia did not like nuance. The Temple was good and it's enemies were bad. This philosophy made it easy to decide whom she could use weapons against. She would brook no argument in the matter.

It was enough to continue to fuck her.

Because the two of them having sex stood between them and their exceedingly divergent goals.

'Your vagina,' he thought, 'is between me and the people I seek as allies. Just as my erection is between you and the same people, whom you seek to kill for your pleasure.'

When, being a girl with a Tight upgrade, she demanded that he spank her, he had no problem with it. He was well past the point where that bothered him. He was going to be Served by a lot of Tight girls, and Iron girls with Tight upgrades, which meant a lot of spanking he was just going to have to get through.

'It really doesn't matter anymore,' he thought, and had a hard time imagining how it ever had.

When orgasm came, it was strange, filled with an extra layer of euphoria because Zia was already riding a strong wave of pleasure from her previous orgasm.

If Zhair'lo was really pulsing semen into her, he couldn't say. There was nothing he could see, as deeply buried as his spasming manhood was. He might be entirely empty, twitching away while expelling nothing at all.

But it was satisfying and, when it was done, there was a cold shower, which was at least twice as satisfying.