Choose wisely

You allow for your body to become ready. But by the Third day the tension is too intense. You demand to be allowed to meet the creation.

You enter into the Temple of A'kutsoe. She sits in the lotus position at the head of the temple.

"I know why you have come," her voice echoes in the great temple. "You have come because you seek to possess this body.”

“I have come seeking you, Ekra” you reply, “and I will prove I am worth of your body mind and soul.”

She draws forth one of her katana. “We shall see.”

She rises and leaps seven feet into the air. The blade comes such that it would cleave your head, but you parry it with a swiftly drawn katana. It is not long before you and Ekra have each drawn both your swords and are lock in a battle that storm of clashing blades. You find your body moving in ways you never imagined. The fight is so exhilarating that you almost forget about fucking her. But then you see an opening. As her sword swings by missing your head for the millionth time you see that her front is open to attack and with two quick slashes you reveal her ample breast bond tightly by a black lace brazier. You smile, she glares, and so the game is on. You cutting away her clothes until all Ekra is left wearing are her underwear, half a pants’ leg, random strips, and a hand full of cut. She has had enough. She begins a series of counter and disarming moves that leave you both with your katana stuck in the walls. For a moment you stand facing each other. Reddest blood trickles down her soft white face from a cut just beneath her left eye. To your surprise you sense a heart beating in her chest. Her long yielding hair waves from a gentle breeze passing through the temple.

“Hand to hand then, or do you yeild?” you ask.

“You wish.” She uncoils the whip you now regret giving her in the selection program. Ekra cracks it once and then strikes it at you. Without thinking you grab the whip and pull on it. Ekra comes flying towards you. Before she can respond you wrap her in the whip; spiraling it around her body; tying her feet the end of it and holding the thick part near the handle against Ekra’s throat.

“or do you yeild?” you repeat with a smile.