Switching Sides
Chapter 3
I led him back to the bed and began kissing him in earnest. No doubt about it, this guy is a great kisser. He rolled atop me and ground his hard dick against mine. My big hands on his muscle ass squeezed his massive butt globes and pulled him harder against me. My hips pressed urgently up against him. He rolled away from me, panting.
"I nearly shot, again," he whispered. "You're too good at this."
"I don't want you to spray a load on me," I told him. "I want it in me." I turned and got into a 69-position with him. His dick continued to jerk and leak clear, sweet precum as I sucked him into my mouth. Once more, he pushed me away. "Too close?" I asked. Again, he nodded as he continued to suck on me. "We need to take care of that, then," I smiled. I went back to sucking his fat, long dick, but refused to be pushed away when he warned me that he was going to cum. I sucked even harder. My reward was nearly instantaneous. A warm jet of baby gravy hit the back of my throat, followed by many more in rapid succession. I swallowed and swallowed, trying to contain his huge load.
"Oh, SHIT!" he bellowed as more cum pumped from his huge, pink dick. It jerked and jerked in my mouth, filling me up almost faster than I could swallow. He was so caught up in his climax that he'd forgotten about my dick, allowing my overheated dick to cool off a little. When his nearly debilitating climax waned, he went back to sucking my dick, determined to bring me off in his mouth as well as I'd sucked him off.
My lips left his slowly shrinking dick and concentrated on his asshole. It tasted as good as I thought it would and gave me a chance to push some of his cream into his asshole for lube. I was determined that I was going to fuck and breed this beautiful, white, muscle ass sitting on my tongue. I continued eating out his ass until his ministrations on my dick were reaching a point where I couldn't hold back. I flipped him around and pressed my leaking dick hard against his back door. He relaxed enough to take the thick head inside him.
"Fuck! You're huge," he groaned. "I haven't had a monster like that up my butt for months, especially not without lube."
"You have lube in there: your own cum," I smiled down at him as I kissed his hungry lips and slipped another four inches into him. He could taste his load in my kiss. His tongue darted around my mouth, slurping up what he could find of his sweet cream. He held me more closely to him with one hand on my ass, urging me to fuck him harder. The other hand was working on my left nipple. My hard dick hit bottom and I ground my pubes into his stretched hole.
"You're fuckin' enormous!" he sighed, but didn't push me away. "You could be one of the king's Imperial Guard," he said. "Such a huge dick!" he repeated. "Fuck me with that monster. I hardly ever got one of his guards to fuck me because of their never-ending duties to breed the king. They only wanted me to fuck them."
I moaned and pumped faster. I was so near the edge of a monster climax. If I hadn't bred that server so many times last night, I'm sure I'd have popped already. But, this guy was so much hotter than the server. He was everything I loved about men: hot, tall, built, muscular, huge dick, big loads, and loved to get fucked. I hoped he liked to fuck, too. A dick as big as his had to go up my ass and breed me, often.
My climax took me by surprise. I knew I was close, but the first huge cannonade of juice into his deep ass caused my entire body to jerk. But, my dick and hips knew what to do. More man cream jetted from my pistoning dick, pumping huge wads of jizz deeply into him. It felt like I hadn't cum in days, but I knew better. This man inspired me and had edged me so well that my nuts were working overtime to make more juice to breed him. I was so overwhelmed with the pleasure of my climax that I couldn't make a sound, other than a strangled croak with each pump of cream.
"Gawds!" Persid exclaimed. "You cum so hard and so much! I can feel you jet your nutt into me. It feels great!" I was still so whipped by my climax that I couldn't respond. "When was the last time you shot a load? It had to be at least two days ago when you were with the king." I didn't verbally respond, only smiled. "Do you always pump out so much when you fuck?"
I nodded and smiled. Control of my voice was returning. "I usually pump out six to ten squirts before it goes to dribbles. But, my dick stays hard for a while after I blast out my cream, so I like to enjoy fucking in a cum-slicked love tunnel for a while after I breed a hot ass like yours," I grinned. "You don't seem to mind," I observed.
"Is that because my hands are on your ass and urging you to continue pistoning my ass?"
I kissed him softly. "You don't seem to have a problem making your wants known." We continued in this vein for another few minutes before my dick softened and I pulled out. He immediately sucked my dick into his mouth. I'm very sensitive after I pull out of a manhole, so I pulled away from him quickly. "That tickles," I laughed.
"But, I wanted to taste your cum," he protested.
I smirked and said, "One moment, please." I lifted his legs and pressed them into his chest. My face burrowed into his ass and lapped up errant dribbles of cum that had seeped out of his ass or I'd dragged out when I pulled out.
"You are one amazing pig," he laughed, but didn't push me away. In fact, he pushed my face harder into his ass with one of his big hands. A few seconds later, I pulled away from his delicious hole and kissed him. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Your man juices really taste good. And it has a nice, subtle overtone of ass that's very appealing.
"Now, who's the ass pig?" I laughed at him. He grinned and acknowledged the truth. "How about some dinner," I suggested. "Instead of bothering the staff, why don't we just go down to the kitchen and scrounge up something."
His face fell. "Uh, we can't do that."
"You're not hungry?"
"It's not that," he muttered. "You see, there are technologies that we have incorporated into nearly everything that we do, including cooking, that are probably a century ahead of where your countrymen are right now."
"In the kitchen?" I challenged incredulously.
"I'm afraid so," he sighed. "After you've been vetted more deeply, we'll start to reveal some of our advanced technology that could be turned to a weapon against us."
"How long will that take, before you can start showing me some of this stuff?"
"Usually, it takes a minimum of a month," he said. "I'd really love to take you shopping at one of our many shopping plazas, but even there, the technology would blow your mind. So, we really have to wait."
"That's so unfair," I protested. "What can I do to prove to you that I'm not gonna tell those idiots that run my old country what you have here?"
"Let's do dinner and we'll talk about it, then. I have an idea that might work in your case," he suggested. He slipped on a modest covering and went to the door. He peered into the hallway and saw a man standing guard. "We're ready for dinner now," he said to the guard. "Please let the kitchen know." I heard a murmur from the hallway and assumed that dinner would be arriving soon.
"Do you want to take another shower or at least a rinse before dinner arrives," I suggested petulantly.
He crawled back on to the bed and pulled me into his arms. "I love the smell of sex on you, so no," he apologized. I was stiff and unresponsive in his arms. "I'm sorry, Koldan. I know this seems unreasonable to deny you access to what wonders this country can show you, but what would you realistically do if you were in our position and presented with your situation?"
His logic was sound, but I was still unhappy. I knew I wasn't about to blab anything to those religious freaks in my old country. But, my new hosts didn't know that. Deeds speak stronger than words. "I know I'm being unreasonable," I finally admitted. "But, I really am loyal to you and your country, MY country, OUR country" I corrected. "After only three days here, I know that's asking too much of you to believe me."
"My dick and my ass believe you, but the people who make that decision aren't so easily swayed by your amazing body, dick, and personality. Let's give it some more time, more class work, more reading on your part. We'll revisit this in another week. Perhaps, there's a way to get there sooner."
"Well," I said with a resigned sigh, "while I'm here, I might as well enjoy the amenities that are offered." I flipped on to my back and pulled my legs into my chest. "See anything you like, Persid?"
"Fuck, YEAH!" he laughed, and buried his face in my ass. He ate my hole out like he was starving. I've had my butt eaten out by some experts, but this guy put all of them to shame. His long tongue reached places I didn't know I had. And his piggy noises make me beg for his big dick.
"Fuck me! Please!" I begged. "I need that monster up my butt!"
He took another half minute before he granted my request. "You are gonna get so fucked," he smiled down at me. His 10" dick pressed hard against my back door. I eagerly welcomed him inside. In one long stroke, he buried his monster completely inside me. He made his dick jerk, just so I'd know how deep he was. Persid started with a slow pace, but I wanted his nutt. So, I worked my ass muscles as best I could. "STOP!" he croaked. "I don't wanna breed you yet!" But, it was too late. I felt his big dick head swell and knew he was about to fill me up. "Oh, SHIT! Take it!" After that, he pounded my ass in rapid succession. I grabbed his big muscle butt, and held him deeply inside me. I felt his big dick jerk and his cum spray into me for the first few shots. After that, I decided he'd pumped so much jizz into me that I couldn't feel the rest of the flood.
After another minute, he pulled out. He didn't keep his hard-on like I did and it had shrunk up to about half size. But, it was covered in cum, so I quickly slurped up his sweet dick and sucked it down to his pubes. He's not as sensitive as I am after a climax, so he encouraged me to clean it really well. Meanwhile, he'd pushed his tongue up my ass and sampled my hole after he'd deeply fucked and seeded it. A minute later, we were kissing, enjoying the taste of his cream and my ass.
"Food should be here in another few minutes," Persid observed. "Let's rinse and get dressed. The evening is still young." I agreed with him and we hit the shower. Of course, we did a lot of ass eating and dick sucking while we were in the shower. We dried each other off and headed back into the bedroom. Our food was already sitting on the table in covered dishes. We didn't bother to dress, but dived into the food. As usual, it was delicious.
Half way through the meal, I asked him what he meant earlier when he said that there may be a way to move the process along faster.
"Do you recall," Persid asked, "if you were told of a way to reach your contact here earlier than a month after your arrival? "
"Well," I hesitated briefly, "if I found out something amazing that would help my homeland with enough details that it could be immediately usable or important, I could make contact. But, it was impressed on me that it had to be a hugely important find; something like you were planning an invasion and that it was to begin in a week, or you had some technology that would blast a huge crater in our capital city."
"How would this contact be made?"
"I would leave a coded message in a newspaper in the personals," I revealed.
"Was that the only way?"
"Well, we knew you were well ahead of us in technology, so if newspapers or personal ads no longer existed, I was to go to the central park and sit on a particular bench with a yellow umbrella. I had to do this on a Wednesday, as no other days would the park be checked. It was too dangerous to my contact to be seen in the same place every week on the same day at noon."
"Lots of people walk through the same park every day on the way to or from work or at noon, they'd be on their way to or from lunch," Persid mused. "I think that's our way to catch him. Is it the same drop and pick-up routine that you were supposed to do after a month?" I nodded. "Okay, we might be able to work with that," he smiled.
"What kind of information could I possibly give him that would make him want to contact our leaders immediately that wouldn't give away a secret you don't want them to have?" I wondered.
"Leave that to us," Persid smiled. "They'll think they've hit a diamond mine with the information you'll be passing along to them." He paused for a moment, thinking. "We've always assumed that information got back to your old country by radio. The chances of a courier getting caught trying to get there by boat are far too high. With this one contact, we may be able to sweep up a whole web of spies."
After we finished our meal, we took the empty plates and left them outside my bedroom door. We dressed and left the palace for a long walk around the grounds. Flowers were beautiful in the early evening light. The fountains bubbled merrily as I plotted against my homeland. I had no qualms about that. I was very happy with my decision. And I was especially happy with Persid. I hope he felt the same when he was with me. Over the tall fence in back, I could see more homes and in the far distance I could see the busy harbor. Turning back toward the house, I was surprised to see many tall buildings in the background. We had tall buildings at home, but they weren't even a third of the height of the buildings here. Were they built of a new, light material? There was certainly a lot of glass and gleaming metal framing them. They dazzled my eyes as they reflected the setting sun.
I asked him about the buildings and he only shrugged and said that most of them were commercial buildings for businesses. The tallest ones were residences. Buildings housing the military were outside the city. Other than the barracks for the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Palace itself, the capital city was a hub of commerce, not the military. I thought about asking him how many men were in the Imperial Guard and how they were recruited, as well as how long they served. But, I decided that that information was probably classified and I'd not get an answer, so why ask.
Persid certainly seemed to have enjoyed our sexual romps in bed. When we got back to my quarters, he pounced on me. We fucked and rimmed and felched each other until well past midnight. I haven't been fucked so well or deeply since my last tryst with my black friend back home. But, he never lasted as long as Persid does, nor did he deliver as much cum to my thirsty ass.
The next morning, it was raining and dismal. After breakfast, we resumed my classwork. He answered all my questions, although some of his answers sounded like he was evading a more complete answer. That was especially true when we were talking about science or history. Finally, when it was time for lunch, he gave me homework and some reading assignments. He said he'd be back later in the afternoon to workout with me again. He hoped that I'd be ready to pound a few more loads into his ass. I told him that I expected the same from him.
Neither of us was disappointed. We fucked each other as we worked out and delivered big loads deep in hungry butts. I nailed him when he was on a workout bench doing presses. I pushed his legs into his chest and pounded a big load up his ass. Shortly afterwards, he pumped a nice load up my ass while I was bent over doing triceps. After our showers, we joined our hosts for dinner. Of course, they inquired on my progress with my studies. Persid answered their questions with my agreement. From the way the general was talking, I assumed that he already knew what Persid and I had discussed last night about an early rendezvous with my contact. He seemed much more open, less guarded in his comments than he was at our first meeting.
For the rest of the week, we repeated our routine of class time and study time. We worked out together and fucked and blew each other during the workout as well as when we retired to my bedroom for a couple of hours each night. On the weekend, we spent time discussing what I learned and what I'd like to know more about. Most of what I wanted to know more about was still classified to me and not something he could talk about, yet.
Wednesday arrived, but instead of class work, I was told what to tell my contact about the startling new information I had for him. I had to hand-write some data that I'd collected about the defenses of the country, particularly the location of their detection devices and their anti-aircraft weaponry and where it appeared there were holes in that defense that my old countrymen could exploit in their next holy war. The military of Aldig had analyzed our previous attacks and determined that their attack patterns were always the same. They would come in over the sea, use an off-shore island as a landmark and head due east from there. Aldig was moving some of their anti-aircraft batteries to more robustly defend that trajectory. Those batteries were cannibalized from more far-flung emplacements, seeing no reason to keep them in their old locations.
As to how I came about this information, I was told to invent a story about going to a restaurant that was patronized by gay men and then following some of them to clubs or bars where I'd find more single men. I was to find a man there who was in uniform or looked like he was military. Then, befriend that man and cleverly gain his confidence and find out any information he may carry on his person or in a case or folder he had at his house. I'd been told to look for the more mature men as they would be more inclined to pick up a young, virile man like me and would more probably have access to more sensitive information. It took two tries, but I finally found a gold mine in Persid. If they ever checked back to see if he was real, they'd find out that he was very real and was on the general's staff. The information would be platinum!
With my cover story committed to memory, I reviewed once more my hand-sketched map. There were symbols and markings that I had no notion of what they meant. They were supposed to figure that out themselves. I was but a lowly glider pilot. And I was supposed to not be gay, so I had to show revulsion at what I had to do to gain the secret map.
There was also an invented story as to how I got the information out of Persid's case while he was in the bathroom taking a shower. I thought that was pretty thin, but it was the best we could come up with on such short notice.
As noon approached, I put on the provocative clothes that I'd worn when I left the king's palace. I thought they'd make good my claim that I was trolling for gay men. Before noon, I was nervously sitting on the designated bench in the central park. A woman walked by and glanced at me, but moved on. Several more people did the same. A couple of men gave me a very friendly glance, clearing indicating sexual interest. But, I couldn't do more than ignore them. They moved on, too. I was beginning to wonder if my contact was coming.
At five minutes past the hour, a middle-aged man strolled up to the bench and looked me over. He asked if I was holding the space beside me for someone. Not knowing if this was my contact, I had no choice but to allow him to sit down. He chatted about the weather, the king, and how nice it was that local, fresh fruit was again available at the local markets. Truthfully, it was more of a monologue than a conversation. Finally, he asked if that yellow umbrella was mine. I assured him that it was and that my faith in the weather forecasters was realistically very low. He laughed and agreed.
"This had better be a coup of information," he almost snarled as he casually looked away. I muttered that I thought it was and extracted the page from my pocket.
"You'll see that the Aldig military is moving their anti-aircraft batteries because of our repeated attacks on the same points. They are fortifying those positions at the expense of farther away locations, thinking that we haven't attacked from that angle so they can afford to take the chance. This undefended status won't stay that way for long," I added as instructed. "So, I thought you should let our leaders know of the opportunity. If they choose not to act, that's up to them."
"How did you come by this information?"
I told him of my distasteful success in snaring a highly placed military man and that we'd gone back to his apartment. "While he was in the shower after our, uh, coupling, I searched a folder that he had left on a small table in his bedroom," I said with a shiver.
"Did you have sex with him?" I nodded and shivered again. "What did you have to do to gain his confidence with sex?"
"Do you really want the sordid details?" He didn't answer, but I knew he was curious. "I had to suck his dick while he sucked mine. Then, I fucked him in the ass. He loved it, but had to get to the bathroom pretty quickly after that."
The spy cringed. "How awful for you!" I nodded and shivered in disgust again. He paused to think. "How do you know he isn't playing you and that this data isn't a lie to get us to commit our forces to another disastrous attack?"
"I don't," I replied confidently (although I wasn't). "But, can you afford not to forward it on to the Fatherland? I thought it was important. That's why I didn't wait a month. If you don't think it is, let it be on your head," I smiled evilly as I rose and left him sitting on the bench alone.
After I left the park, I was met by two men whom I knew were in the military. I smiled at them and said that it went well and that I thought he'd bought my story. They escorted me to a waiting vehicle and took me back to the general's palace. Persid was waiting for me.
"How'd it go?" he asked worriedly.
"I think he bought it, but I don't know him at all, so I couldn't read how convincing I was," I replied.
"Did you impress upon him how narrow the window of opportunity is?" I nodded. "Good," he smiled. "He's being trailed now. As soon as we know where he's going, we'll set up a listening post. If necessary, we'll jam the signal," Persid revealed. "However, we may want to let the transmission go through and add reserves to the fictional undefended sections of our defensive net. Meanwhile, we'll continue to watch him and pick up others as he contacts them. I'm sure that if he thinks there's a chance this information is genuine, he'll send some of his group or even go himself to where the defensive positions have been vacated. They won't be moved, just concealed better."
"What if he decides to contact them another way, like through a courier through another country? The courier would then take a boat to my old country and we wouldn't know what happened until we're attacked."
"I think the information is so vital and has such a short window before other equipment replaces what was supposed to be moved that he can't afford to waste that kind of time," Persid replied. It's up to the commanding general and the king to decide how to play this. They may jam the signal before it goes out, but I doubt it. We have defenses that they have no knowledge of. The king could decide, along with the Council, that air patrols around the clock would be appropriate for the next few weeks. That's expensive, but we could do it. More likely though, if I were doing it, I'd send up one of our special electronic countermeasures planes and have them monitor what's going on in your old country. They'll see any kind of invading air armada before it leaves the ground."
"You can really do that? That's over 1000 miles away," I wondered.
Persid's face went pale. "Oh, shit! You're not supposed to know that. Certainly not yet!"
"Don't worry," I pulled him into my chest and hugged him. "I'm totally loyal to you and our country. Even if I were to blab that you, I mean we, can detect them from 1000 miles away, what could they do about it? Surely, they'd not postpone the attack. These religious nuts are so sure of their vaunted position with the gods that it wouldn't matter that they were detected from far away. Their cause is just and the gods will protect them."
"Yeah, that sure worked well the last two times, didn't it?" Persid laughed. "Just don't mention this to anyone else. I could be in serious shit if anyone knew that you knew about this."
"You're safe. They won't hear it from me. But, I've always wondered, you're so far ahead of the religious crazies in technology, armaments, and so forth. Why haven't you blasted them and removed the repeated, ridiculous threat?"
"We've always thought that the people would rise up and get rid of them. But, that hasn't happened yet. And we don't want to kill a host of innocent people. It's just the leaders who are the problem."
"You're naïve," I stormed. "How can you be that blind? They have indoctrinated the population to their warped reality. The people hear nothing but lies and believe then. The true believers are in the majority. There are no alternative voices or opposing opinions allowed. You need another strategy."
"You may be right," Persid replied. "Take it up with the general. He and the king make those kinds of strategic decisions." He paused for a moment, thinking. "I see your point. We're always on alert, not sure when they'll attack next. Beating them badly doesn't seem to change their zeal to try to smash us."
"Would the general even listen to me?" I mused. "I'm an outlander and new to this land."
"You can't be the only one who sees the futility of our current policy of letting the enemy take the initiative."
"Don't you have spies over there that can spread the truth about what's going on?" I asked.
"You've said it yourself," Persid reminded me. "There are no outlets for any information that isn't controlled by the leaders. If they tried to start up their own wireless broadcasting station, they'd be shut down, arrested, and probably executed."
"With your technological edge, isn't there some way to broadcast the truth from outside their territory, some place they can't reach with their planes and ships?"
"You'll have to ask the general that one," Persid suggested.
And so I did. The general had already congratulated me on my performance that afternoon. "We scooped up a number of your man's fellow spies, after we figured out who they were and what kind of threat they posed." I was about to ask him how many, but he seemed to have read my mind. "It was more than a handful, Koldan. And some were in very sensitive positions. Their future looks bleak."
"Did you leave my contact in place? Did you let him transmit?"
"I can tell you that he has not been arrested, but is being monitored. I can't divulge the latter."
"General," I started, "I know I'm not trusted yet, but I do have to ask why you haven't taken them out, yet. It seems to me that they'll continue to attack you and you'll have to defend. That's too defensive. With the power structure over there, the people have no other version of events, so they believe what they hear. And the majority of the people are true believers, not thinking the gods would desert them. Only because of spies in their midst and the degenerates in this land have they been defeated. You need a different strategy that takes the battle to them. And the first time one of their bombers or fighters is able to get through your defensive lines and hits the population, you'll have immediate calls for your resignation and trial. And the likelihood of the king retaining his throne would be questioned, too. You can't afford to be passive. At some point, they'll figure out a way to kill some of your people, our people," I corrected myself.
The general smiled. "We have already thought of those problems. And we agree that the battle must be taken to them. But, there are ways short of launching a full-scale invasion that will accomplish our objectives."
"Although I know better, I'm going to ask if you're sure anything short of an invasion will work?" I challenged. "You must remove the leadership and all their lackeys," I insisted. "But, assassinations won't work," I warned. "The populous is so sure they are on the right side of the gods that they would just replace them with more zealots and beat the drums harder for another war."
"You're very sure of your opinions, aren't you?" the general smiled. I nodded resolutely. "Well, the king and I agree with you. We've already launched our plan to overthrow the regime and show them the error of their ways."
"Really?" I couldn't help but sound astonished. "What are you during to turn the people against them? Are you sure it'll work?"
"Sure enough," the general dodged. "And if it doesn't, there is always a fallback plan that is more, shall I say, robust.
I decided it was time to be bold about my outlander situation. "Don't you think it's time, General, to include me in some of your technologies and history that the rest of the citizens know, but I'm kept in the dark about? I'm not asking to be let in on any military secrets. I don't need to know what or when or for how long you plan on doing to my former country, nor do I care. But, I can't impress upon you enough how brainwashed the citizenry is over there and how evil the leaders are. Remember, I lived there. I know what shit they're selling to the citizenry that they call truth."
"We know that," he assured me. "But, getting a reaffirmation of that from a recent émigré is always helpful."
"Colonel Rastig!" the general said sharply to Persid.
"Sir!" Persid responded.
"Take Koldan into the city tomorrow and let him see the sights without restrictions. Teach him everything he needs to know, but like all other citizens, he doesn't need to know about military readiness, installations, and plans. And it's time we taught him some skills, so he can be a productive member of our society. Do you have any questions, Colonel?"
"We can dispense with tests and essays, then?" Persid asked. "Just straight teaching."
The general laughed. "I don't think there's anything straight about Koldan. If I weren't so married to Mat, I'd take him on, too. Enjoy him, Colonel. You nearly didn't get to meet him. The king has his eye on this young man and wanted him for private breeding sessions, besides what he gets from the Imperial Guard. Don't let it get back to the king what a sexual find he is."
"Yes, Sir!" Persid obeyed.
In my quarters that evening, I told Persid that now I was going to be a full citizen, he needed to know something. "I don't think the general knows this, but the king already knows of my sexual prowess," I revealed. "But, the king swore me to secrecy, so you can't reveal it to anyone else, not even the general."
"I always assumed that was the case," Persid admitted. "You are so much like the members of the Imperial Guard that you'd already be there if you weren't an outlander. You're tall, built, gotta big dick, and extremely sexual."
"There's more," I said. "The king fucked me."
Persid blanched. "Really? He's never supposed to fuck anyone other than when he monthly beds young women to make heirs for the throne."
"And you really think that a virile man like the king could keep his dick from finding a hungry hole to fuck before and after he is supposed to try to make babies?" I laughed.
"I thought that maybe the king has better self-control than the rest of us do," Persid reflected. I know I couldn't survive on one good fuck a month. I'd be locked away as a menace to society!"
"I doubt that, but I'm glad that you like to expend your need to breed on me."
As if reading my mind, he said, "And in case you're wondering, yes, I was here to teach you and spy on you. And if that meant that I was to fuck with you, then I would. But, in just a week, I have grown extremely fond of you and would want to have uninhibited, passionate sex with you, even after our time together as teacher and student. I want to talk to the general now that your status has changed, and see if he would agree with us living together."
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