*ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS ARE PURE COINCIDENCE AND NOT INTENTIONAL.*
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Inside a certain room, at night, a man and a woman were engaged in a primal conflict.
Clothes, sheets and pillows were scattered around the floor haphazardly, and much of the furniture had been moved or tipped over. But despite the signs of a fierce struggle, the two bodies entangled in a sixty-nine position atop the bed remained relatively quiet. The only sounds that pierced through the dark were those of their mouths and tongues passionately exploring each other’s skin.
The man had his head positioned between the luscious thighs of the woman as he feverishly lapped the wet lips of her pussy and suckled on her clit; beneath him, the woman was taking the throbbing length of the man into her mouth as her tongue expertly rubbed the head and shaft in an attempt of squeezing out his seed. Although the two had been on the verge of climaxing for what seemed like an eternity, both were determined to break their opponent’s resolve first.
Suddenly, the man lifted his head and his whole body flinched: he couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing moan of pain and pleasure. In an attempt to make him tip over the edge, the woman had slipped her index finger inside his rectum. Noticing that her strategy had been effective, the woman continued her skillful blowjob while at the same time forcefully stimulating her opponent’s prostate with dexterous movements. Initially, the man tried to retaliate by massaging his foe’s womanhood, but his technique quickly grew sloppy as he focused more and more on the pleasure being delivered to him. Before long, the sensations on his cock and those spreading out from the back of his stomach were just too much: the man released his surrendering seed inside the woman’s mouth and she promptly swallowed all of it down.
Shoving him aside and onto the bed with authority, the woman stood up while the man’s legs were still trembling from his orgasm and a small stream of white fluid was still flowing out of his half-erect member. After rummaging through the items discarded on the ground, she giggled with excitement when she found the tool that she was looking for. The man’s body twitched as he once again felt a sensation in his butt, though this time, it was that of a cold substance trickling on the surface of his skin. He tried to turn around, but the woman pushed him firmly against the sheets. For the first time in close to an hour, she addressed him:
“Do not move an inch, puppy. Don’t forget that the loser must become the winner’s bitch. Well, that was not the precise wording but… I’m certainly about to make you mine.”
Spreading the man’s cheeks, the woman aligned a sizeable vibrator with his lubricated entrance. Then, in a single, powerful thrust, she shoved the entire length of the toy into her defeated opponent. Right away, she was delighted when she noticed that the man was struggling to hold back his voice: it only made her more excited to shatter his weak, masculine pride. Soon, the attention on his prostate was enough to force an erection out of his member. Upon noting this, the woman rapidly turned the man’s body around, mounted his crotch, and, after looking down on him with amusement and satisfaction, she began wildly riding his cock cowgirl style. As her ass repeatedly crashed down onto his hips and the vibrator kept systematically rubbing his G-spot, the man’s clouded mind got lost in a submissive daze: he couldn’t help but admire the woman’s gorgeous figure, her beautiful, bouncing breasts and the confident, commanding look in her eyes. Though a part of him was still embarrassed, his humiliation was gradually converted into arousal as he discovered the pleasure of being dominated, and, eventually, he no longer held back his moans. But right as the man was about to climax yet again, the woman slipped his dick out of her, denying his orgasm with impeccable timing. Before he had the time to protest, his neck was captured between the woman’s long legs, which squeezed the air out of him. What followed was a purposefully rough handjob delivered by the sadistic winner with the clear intent of breaking whatever there was left of the man’s composure. In one final act of sexual dominance, the woman tightly squeezed her opponent’s throat between her thighs and simultaneously pulled out the vibrator all at once in a violent motion. Among muffled grunts, a small fountain of cum shot out from the cock of the conquered loser, marking his complete submission: he had been milked like the bitch he was.
Even though the woman could technically keep punishing him according to the rules, she instead quietly stood up, collected her things and walked out of the room, leaving only some last words to the body passed out on the bed:
“Sorry, I’m only interested in puppies. I don’t have time for tamed whores.”
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Somehow, a peculiar invitation had made its way to the hands of a recently unemployed man by the name of Luke. The young lad had been working at an accounting job for a couple of years, up until one day when he suddenly handed in his resignation letter. He had come to realization that he was staring down a career path that was safe, yet completely devoid of excitement or meaning. Thus, Luke had a sort of epiphany: he didn’t want to spend his one chance at life sitting in front of a desk and would have much preferred to experience adventures and thrills; even at the cost of comfort and wealth. But just as he was starting to enjoy his newfound freedom, an envelope came through his door promising everything he had ever wanted in life. The paper described an offer to join a secret Sexfighting league held in a resort that was hidden in some remote location; all expenses would have been paid and he would have only needed to agree to have his experiences recorded.
Immediately, Luke wondered if that was a poor attempt at a prank or maybe some sort of plan to straight up kidnap him. Whoever was responsible had clearly done their research on his fetishes and sexual fantasies, which was particularly concerning since he didn’t remember confessing them to anybody; not to friends nor to romantic partners. More suspicious still was the very convenient timing at which the note had arrived: it was almost like someone had been explicitly waiting for him to quit his job.
Ultimately, Luke decided to just laugh it off and left the paper on his desk, focusing instead on pursuing his ideal life as a car mechanic. But as the weeks went by, he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of the envelope. It taunted him every day and right up until the deadline that was printed upon it. If there was even the slightest chance that such an incredible opportunity was real, wouldn’t he have been a total fool not to at least check it out? Plus, what kind of weird criminal group would attract their victims with promises of something as outlandish as ‘sexfighting’? Yeah, it definitely couldn’t have been anything too bad.
As a result of those kinds of nonsensical thoughts, when the day written on the letter arrived, Luke found himself packing all of his belongings and getting on a taxi that was headed toward the supposed meeting spot. Although part of him understood just how idiotic it might have been to go through with the absurd idea, another was just too eager to experience something unique and out of the ordinary, even if it was potentially dangerous. Upon arriving to the designated place, Luke was greeted by a woman wearing a rather tight fitting suit that accentuated her figure and… other assets in a very noticeable way. He did his absolute best not to stare while the lady guided him to a rather plain looking car, which drove him for a couple of hours; then he was greeted by another woman in a tight suit who guided him to a helicopter, which flew him for about an hour or so. Another two car rides and a helicopter one later, the tired man was honestly just waiting for those kinky women to just harvest his organs or something already.
Finally, as he entered the lobby of a building that looked exactly like the one on the envelope that had been sent to him, Luke legitimately wondered if he should have felt elation or concern. At some point, he had lost track of the all the different routes and places he had been through on the way to the enigmatic place, but he was fairly certain that the supposed resort was located in the middle of an island. Around him, a colorful group of people with similar dumfounded and bewildered expressions stood idly by: some of them spoke among each other to try and figure out what was going on, others just looked around in silence and others had their gazes fixated on the door to check out every new person being brought in by the sexy suit ladies.
“Testing, testing. One, two. Testing. Can everyone hear me?”
The voice broke through the tension in the room as everyone quickly turned to face the wooden stage positioned at the far end of it. Above the platform, there was an old man with a cane and glasses surrounded by a small troop of the ladies in suits. The peculiar man spoke into the microphone in a clear yet slightly raspy voice:
“It is my absolute pleasure to welcome everyone here to my private resort. Now, I really hate wasting time; I don’t think I have too much of it left after all, so I’m going to make this brief and skip all the chitchat. I am what you would call an ‘eccentric millionaire’, but I guess from now you may simply refer to me as ‘The Benefactor’. Much like everyone else here, I have a unique conviction when it comes to sexual acts. In my mind, sex has always been more exciting whenever I think of it as a conflict: a struggle where two people battle to dominate each other through arousal until one of them breaks and submits. Unfortunately, as I’m sure all of you are painfully aware, the idea of sexfighting is often considered bizarre, and you would be incredibly lucky to find any person willing to even try it. Alas, despite my wealth and success, I spent my whole life unable to fulfill my deepest fantasies; which is exactly why I’ve gathered you here today.”
The man was then handed what seemed like a small digital wristwatch from one of his assistants.
“If you wish to indulge in the kind of experiences that you’ve always dreamed of, then step forward and accept one of these. I will allow anyone wearing this device to stay in my resort with all expenses paid: you will be fed and your needs will be taken care of. The condition, of course, is that you will be expected to partake in regular sexfights. Everyone on the island is eligible as an opponent, even the members of staff, and a match may take place in any place at any time as long as both parties agree. Naturally, everyone here has been screened for STDs and the ladies are all on birth control, so you can have all the fun you want without worry. The rules of a sexfight are simple: the first person to cum loses and the winner is allowed to do as they please with their opponent for up to an hour. The watches will make sure to record your wins and losses and you will be ranked according to your performance. Win enough times and you will gain access to special facilities on the island and more opponents. Lose enough times or go too long without having a match and you will be booted off the island: I’m sorry but I don’t find wimps to be at all interesting. Speaking of which, you may have already guessed that what I get out of this exchange are the videos of all of your sexfights and the storylines that result from them; so try to keep things interesting if you want to remain on my good side.”
The old man then cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before continuing:
“Well, that’s pretty much all I wanted to say. There are more rules regarding things like the level of violence allowed during a match or the layers of clothing that you will be allowed to wear, but I’ll let one of my assistants explain you the details. In the meantime, whoever agrees to my terms may step up, if you don’t then head to the exit and you will be taken back to your respective homes.”
Escorted by a couple of sexy suit ladies, the old man made his way off the stage. Meanwhile, Luke remained paralyzed due to the sheer disbelief. Though a part of him had the small hope that it could actually happen, the rational side of his brain was having difficulties processing that the opportunity he had been waiting for so long had really been presented to him. Clearly, he was not alone: most of the people in the room were hesitant and didn’t approach the woman in charge of distributing the watches right away. But after a few minutes, one by one, the aspiring sexfighters would gather the courage they needed and started to get in line. Luke was among the first ones to receive his watch, and he felt excitement as he put it on and the reality of the situation dawned on him.
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After a long, drawn out tour of the resort and its facilities, all of the guests were allowed to retire to their own lodgings so they could rest for the day. The sun was already setting when Luke extended a clumsy hand toward the keyhole of his room: the combination of travelling long hours along with the rollercoaster of emotions he had been through had worn him out completely. Soon after, the man was surprised by the scenery that greeted him at the other side of the door: the area was shaped like a hallway that led to an incredibly large bed, probably the size of two or three regular king-sized mattresses; the floor was completely covered by a material that resembled a wrestling mat and the furniture was also padded, likely to avoid injury during a struggle. But most surprising of all was the lady standing at the center of the room while wearing nothing but a bikini.
The woman was relatively tall, standing at 1.70m and she had a thick mane of red hair that flowed down to her hips. Her tiny swimsuit could barely contain her sizeable C-cup breasts; in fact, her pink nipples were partially visible at the sides of the fabric. In addition, she had toned abs, rendered more noticeable thanks to her tanned skin, and just below her pink thong lay a couple of thick, succulent thighs.
Feeling blood rushing both to his cheeks and under his belt, Luke stuttered a bit as he addressed his unexpected guest:
“Uh… I’m sorry, but I didn’t order room service or… anything like that. I was just about to go to sleep so…”
The woman then let out a gentle, seductive laugh and walked forward. As she did, she began to slip off her swimsuit and spoke in a soothing tone:
“You didn’t pay enough attention to the tour of the resort, did you, puppy? That’s alright, barely anyone does anyways. Most men brought here have their minds too caught up in the sex and the competition.”
Having completely closed the distance between them, the woman undid the knot of her bikini; letting her large boobs drop and making them rest on Luke’s chest. Trying desperately to keep eye contact, Luke heard the lady’s words:
“I’m part of the ‘welcoming committee’. We are in charge of filtering out the studs from the boys and the queens from the girls. If we don’t deem someone to be good enough, then they are kicked off the resort. In other words, we’re here to make sure that our benefactor only sees matches between true sexfighters. So, puppy, do you think you’ll be able to prove that you have what it takes to conquer and dominate me?”
The woman punctuated her words by raising her arm and showing Luke her watch: if two sexfighters agreed to a fight, they had to confirm it by linking their devices; otherwise sexual activity among guests was strictly prohibited. Regardless of how tired he might have been at the time, the bold challenge ignited a fire both in Luke’s chest and in his groin. Without hesitation, he brought his own wrist against that of the lady and a notification sound was heard. Luke’s first sexfight had officially begun, just like that.
In a flash, the woman hooked her legs underneath those of her opponent, causing Luke to crash down on the (thankfully) padded ground. Quickly mounting him, the woman sat on Luke’s face, smothering him between her voluptuous butt cheeks. She then leaned forward and began undoing his pants. Uncovering her foe’s cock, the woman feverishly sucked and stroked it, forcing a full erection out of it in a matter of seconds with a handjob and blowjob combination. Beneath her, Luke’s senses were immediately overwhelmed by the woman’s technique and his adrenaline skyrocketed due to the lack of air, but every time he breathed in, he could only inhale more and more of the alluring scent of her wet lips. Meanwhile, the lady was confidently pushing her advantage and expecting her rival to pop at any second: after all, she had dominated another man in a similar fashion just a few days prior. Luke felt himself getting dizzy and his thoughts quickly became less and less coherent: the more he tried to figure out a solution to his predicament, the more he felt the woman’s breasts resting on his stomach and her skilful tongue stimulating the entire surface of his dick.
Therefore, the man figured, if he really wanted to prevent his dreams from dying right there and then; if he really wanted to finally, for once in his life, seize an opportunity to be free and truly enjoy himself, then he might as well allow his primal impulses to take over. Luke’s hands, which had been previously trying to ineffectively shove the whole weight of the woman off his head, now strongly gripped her ass and pushed her downwards instead. After enjoying another long whiff of the woman’s smell, the man stuck out his tongue and began to lick and suck on her womanhood with fierce intensity. She was startled by the act of sudden tenacity: it was as if he was purposefully trying to asphyxiate himself in a last ditch effort to make her feel any amount of pleasure. Yet, there was something about that kind of recklessness that made the woman’s chest heat up and, for the first time in many, many matches, a man’s cunnilingus was forcing moans of pleasure out of her. Nevertheless, she knew that if she could hold out for long enough, eventually her foe was bound to fall unconscious and so, she continued taking the length of his shaft into her mouth. But long minutes passed and Luke kept aggressively eating her out and drinking down her love juices as if he was stuck in some kind of trance.
Thus, the woman’s blowjob became sloppier and sloppier, her movements rendered clumsy by her increasing arousal, until finally she realized an alarming truth: she was actually going to cum. She, who hadn’t lost a single sexfight against a man; she, who was prideful of her ability to break men’s spirits; she was going to be forced to climax while being on top. There was absolutely no way she could allow that to happen. With great determination, the woman placed her hands on the ground and tried to separate her drenched pussy from her foe’s ravenous mouth, but Luke’s grip was just too strong and she could only lift herself a short distance before being forced back down. She felt her limbs tense up involuntarily due to the pleasure as the dread of her defeat settled in: part of her wanted to let her entire weight fall on the man and just knock him out, but if she was caught doing that on the cameras she would have been immediately disqualified due to excessive violence.
Like a ray of hope, a nearby table entered the woman’s field of vision as she frantically looked around for an escape. Using the furniture for leverage, she gathered all of her strength and managed to separate herself from the man, earning her pussy some precious time to rest from the relentless assault. Indeed, both sexfighters needed some time to regain their composure: Luke felt clean air filling his lungs as he sat up and looked over toward his adversary, who was still holding on to the table and breathing heavily. Brushing some locks of hair aside, the woman addressed Luke, this time with a clearly changed, brash attitude:
“It seems this puppy is more promising than I thought. You actually made me feel it for a moment there; I’m impressed. For that, you’ve at least earned yourself a proper introduction.”
Luke kept listening to the woman while taking off his own clothes: he figured they would have just been an obstruction for what was about to happen.
“My name is Laura, and I’ve made it my hobby to make bitches out of men like you… in more ways than one.”
Luke winced as Laura reached inside a bag that was on the table and took out a large looking vibrator. He felt empathy for all the sexfighters before him that had been subjected to such treatment. Funnily enough, the thought that he might have been the next victim did not cross his mind for even a second. Perhaps, the bravado of a fighter was manifesting in him.
After placing the vibrator on the table Laura turned and headed toward the bed, shaking her hips seductively as she paced around. Kneeling on top of the sheets, she daringly gestured toward Luke with a cocky smile.
“Come on puppy. Trust me; you don’t want to keep your future master waiting.”
Throwing his underwear aside, Luke approached the woman with confidence. When both fighters were face-to-face, they instinctively knew what to do. Tightly holding onto each other’s bodies, Luke and Laura embraced and shared a deep, passionate kiss. The make-out session rapidly turned tense as their tongues wrestled for control and their hands explored their bodies with great vigor. Laura once again took hold of Luke’s cock, now stroking it in a peculiar way: instead of going over the length of the entire shaft, she cupped the head in her palm and performed circular motions on the tip. The unconventional technique was certainly effective, as it reached places that usually weren’t given much attention. Meanwhile, Luke was ecstatic to finally be able to fondle his opponent’s incredible breasts: he was delighted when he felt his fingers slightly sinking into her smooth skin and he loved to feel out the texture of her erect nipples. Still, Luke was engaged in a fight, and so, he would have to wait a bit more before he could carelessly enjoy himself.
Placing his opponent’s nipples between his fingers, Luke strongly twisted them, eliciting a scream of both pain and pleasure from Laura, who was caught off guard by the sudden aggression, but he quickly smothered her lips with his own and silenced her voice. Now invading her mouth without much resistance, the man took hold of his opponent’s hands and pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her whole body with authority. Laura kept trying to chip away at Luke’s resistance by rubbing up her thighs and boobs against him, but her advances didn’t seem to faze him. While still restraining her arms, Luke bent down and took her breasts into his mouth, suckling on them hard enough to leave a hickey. Laura lashed out due to the pleasure and the frustration.
“You bastard!”
She then abruptly caught Luke’s torso between her legs, applying a scissor hold that squeezed the air out of him and left both sexfighters in a stalemate: the fight came down to the man’s ability to take the pain and the woman’s to resist the pleasure. For a while, they remained locked in the fierce struggle as Luke kept lapping away at her opponent’s breasts while at the same time gradually having his stamina drained by the vice grip on his stomach. Then, he had a brilliant idea. Actually, for a while, Luke had been hatching a bit of a theory, but right then was the perfect moment to test it out. After focusing on using primarily his tongue and lips, the man caught his opponent’s nipple between his teeth. When he did, he felt Laura’s legs twitch. Then, without fully biting down, he firmly pressed his jaw while rotating the tip of the nipple in his mouth. By doing so, he had found the magic button. Immediately, Laura screamed out in ecstasy and the strength of her limbs evaporated. Breaking free from her legs in a burst of energy, Luke felt the momentum of the match turning in his favor. With force, he squished both of her opponent’s tits in his hands, eliciting yet another incredible moan from her. Having his theory completely confirmed, Luke spoke to his opponent with an air of disdain:
“After dreaming of having a sexfight for so long and after all that big talk from you, my first opponent turns out to be a closeted masochist? What a disappointment.”
Laura tried to snap back:
“What the hell did you just?! — AAAHH”
But she was cut off by her opponent yet again clasping her bruised breasts. Luke decided to push his advantage. He used one of his arms to grab her neck and was glad to see the passive look that formed in her unfocused eyes as a response. With his other hand, Luke reached down toward Laura’s soaked womanhood and easily rammed three of his fingers inside, moving them with no signs of tenderness or compassion. At that point, as she let out muffled cries and her body convulsed involuntarily, Laura was on the brink of submission, but Luke understood that she needed one final act to be pushed over the edge. Feeling around the surface of her womanhood, he found her clit and, grasping it between his fingers, he got his face as close as he could to Laura’s and whispered:
“Cum for me, bitch.”
Instantly, a lake of squirt spurted out of her pussy as Luke squeezed her clit with force. Luke heard his watch going off with a little victory fanfare. Kneeling up, he overlooked his conquered opponent: Laura was still convulsing as tears flowed out of her eyes and drool came out of her mouth. Her breasts were gleaming with sweat and saliva and her pussy was completely drenched. Luke was free to claim the spoils of his well-earned victory and for that, he had thought of something special.
While drowned in sexual ecstasy, Laura sensed Luke briefly leaving the bed and then coming back. She then felt a couple of strong hands forcefully turning her body around and lifting up her hips, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed in a doggy-style position. At last, it arrived: she felt something slowly entering her slick folds, stimulating the entire length of her insides and knocking on the entrance of her womb. She wanted nothing more than to oppose him, to resent him, to hate herself for having been so weak and easily defeated. But her body was honest: her womanhood thanked her dominant top and provided plenty of love juices so that she could be properly bred. Any good sexfighter craves both the pleasure of victory and the thrill of being humiliated and defeated. Laura didn’t understand that completely until Luke started moving and her whole body reacted with utter bliss. Suddenly, she heard Luke’s voice:
“You’ve always wanted to become a bitch yourself haven’t you? Maybe that’s the whole reason you got into sexfighting in the first place. Well, congrats, my submissive puppy: seems like you’ve finally been tamed just like you’ve always wanted.”
Laura had been on the verge of breaking completely, but she just couldn’t allow Luke to have the satisfaction after she heard those words. She mustered whatever was left of her mental fortitude and spoke in a meek tone among her moans as Luke kept fucking her:
“You’re *ah* you’re wrong, asshole. I don’t *ooh*, I don’t care how much you fuck me, I’ll never submit to you.”
Luke stopped moving, which Laura found encouraging. Maybe her words of defiance had had an effect. But dread crept up her spine as she began feeling a cold substance trickling on the surface of her asshole.
“I’m afraid you’re a bit confused. I haven even begun fucking you yet.”
Realization hit Laura just as Luke flicked the switch and turned on the vibrator that had been inside her pussy, stirring up her insides. While the toy stimulated her womanhood, he aligned his cock with her opponent’s lubricated asshole. Laura cried out, begging Luke for mercy:
“Please, no! Not there! Anything but that! Don’t- OH MY GOD AAAHHHHHHH”
Luke plunged his cock deep inside Laura’s virgin asshole in a single, violent stroke. Now having both of her wholes filled up, Laura’s words and thoughts quickly became jumbled as her body and mind were completely overwhelmed by sheer arousal. Luke ignored his foe’s state as he wildly pounded on her ass. But then, a memory from earlier that day flashed in his mind: “try to keep things interesting.”
A mischievous grin formed on Luke’s face as he reached down and took hold of Laura’s torso, bringing it upwards toward himself. By doing so, he exposed his opponent’s passive, disheveled expression as her sore tits bounced around and her arms dangled pathetically at her sides. Determined to deliver a show, Luke stopped his thrusts, leaving his cock still buried deep inside Laura’s anus. He then delivered a hard slap on his opponent’s ass, making her squeal in agony and pleasure. Still holding onto her firmly, he asked her:
“Who’s my puppy?”
A moment of silence was followed by another hard slap on her butt.
“I said, who’s my puppy?”
Laura’s lips formed a sloppy smile toward one of the cameras placed in the corner of the room as she responded:
“Me. I am. Please, make me feel good with your cock, master.”
Luke then patted Laura’s head.
“Good girl. Good girls like you deserve rewards.”
Placing her down on the bed and allowing her to use her arms to get on all fours, Luke pulled his dick out of her ass and her vibrator out of her pussy. Aligning his length with her womanhood this time, he spread her lips and indulged in the sight of her pink folds for a bit before once again plunging himself deep inside her. While he pistoned into her, Laura finally allowed herself to moan and scream freely, having accepted her complete submission to her new master. Luke took hold of her hair and pulled on it to use it as leverage as he rammed his hips into hers. Then, in one final act of sexual dominance, he demanded:
“Apologize.”
At that point, Laura was far from being able to oppose anything he said:
“Yes, I’m sorry *AH*. I’m so sorry I *ooh* dared challenge you and your strong *uh* cock. I’m sorry *ah* I ever tried to be anything but the bitch I am. Please, fill me up with your seed!”
Satisfied with her pleas, Luke released his thick seed inside of Laura at last, painting her insides entirely and filling up her womb. A lake of cum began forming under the conquered woman’s pussy as her whole body collapsed onto the bed. She had been knocked unconscious due to the physical exhaustion and continuous orgasms. Luke feared for a moment that he might have gone a bit too far in the heat of the moment, but he was relieved when he turned her around and saw that she was sleeping peacefully with a serene expression in her face.
The sum of all of the experiences he had lived that day had left Luke quite tired as well, and so, after removing the dirty sheets from underneath her body, he tucked Laura in to sleep and then lay down beside her, giving her one last glance and realizing how beautiful she actually was before turning his back on her and closing his eyes. Before falling asleep, Luke had only one thought.
“I fucking love sexfighting.”