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The rest of the fourth round continued without issue. Foley held his own in a fight against a woman armed with two quarter staffs, relying on his tried-and-true method of putting up his defenses and waiting for his enemy to tire. For several minutes, she beat on his shields like she was playing the drums, but when she realized she couldn’t break through, she surrendered, able to walk out of the arena with some of her dignity intact. Not long after, Saimallah claimed victory in another one-sided beatdown against a church agent, never even touching his opponent. The round ended with Seraph narrowly defeating an axe wielder, due much in part to luck. The man was mighty and skilled with his weapon, but the fact remained that if Seraph still had his magic, he wouldn’t have even been a challenge. All of the prince’s victories were won by the skin of his teeth.

I swallowed nervously, but there was nothing else I could do. “Please, Ray...” I began, but at the tightening around her eyes I knew I'd made a mistake. “Please, Rachel... please give me your cock! Please, fuck me, Rachel! I want it! I want it so bad! I want your huge, thick eight inch cock up my ass!”

She normally hated the taste and smell of coffee, too harsh and bitter for her liking, but by God she needed something to wake up from this lack of sleep and the daydream she was stuck in.