begging me for mercy

The fights continued, but they were becoming more and more drawn out. The weakest combatants had all been culled in the first three rounds, and now the remaining warriors were going at it with everything they had. Eventually, Noah’s first target entered the arena. He was a young man, spirited and garbed in plate mail, having won his fights with hard-won determination and effort. His name was Falco. Noah followed him outside, the warrior unaware of his presence. On the other end of the ring, his opponent arrived, another man, a few inches taller and years older, wearing dark clothes and an amused smirk upon seeing Falco. Both were brawlers, entering the ring without weapons.

“Well... if you're really sure,” I agreed, too excited about the prospect of getting the middle to fight her any more than that. We snuggled tightly into place, Daddy at my back with his cock resting along my ass, Mom squished in tight along my front, foreheads together, her lips barely an inch from mine. I couldn't help but giggle at the way her breasts were basically engulfing mine and making them disappear, but when she looked at me questioningly I just kissed her again rather than answer why. I laid back onto Daddy's biceps, squirming happily, enjoying the way her legs were so sexily intertwined with my own. As I drifted gradually off to sleep, one last thought made me smile; I could hardly wait to get on my computer tomorrow and write down everything that had happened, so everybody following my story online would know how it went!

“We have to talk,” she said sharply.“I didn’t tell anyone!” I protested. “Promise.“Oh, I know,” she replied. “I would be fired or in jail or both if you had. We both know that shouldn’t have happened and can never happen again. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”“I’m sorry too. But I like you so much!” I said with typical juvenile lameness.