Lysander allowed a tiny grin in return. Lysander wordlessly crawled from his dog bed on the floor and came to stand before the intoxicated batarian, pulling off his own tunic and shucking his pants. hardcore porn He was obviously the man in charge of the operation. “When we took this vessel… “Y-Yes sir.” Anderson nodded and gestured to the soldiers around them. “Son of a-! Surrender, and lose yourself!” Lysander heard a soft tear, barely audible from the sounds of their lovemaking and Shamul’s hissed words of affection, and felt blood trickle into his mouth. Something… Anything, to keep himself from- Lysander was ripped from his memories when Shamul spun him around to his feet. Shamul shuffled to his large bed, kicking off his bloodstained boots as he went, and flopped onto the mattress, soaking it in blood and other things.
