On her face.

You will yourself to withdraw from Olivia's twat. As perfect as it might feel right now, it could be something you'd both live to regret.

"On your knees." Olivia's disappointment is salved somewhat by those three words. She takes a kneeling position at the foot of your bed, legs splayed, tits thrust proudly out.

You give the Templar a show, bringing yourself over the precipice with your swollen cock scant inches from her face. She seems to appreciate it, teasing herself and biting her lip as you finish yourself off.

You groan in pure animal satisfaction as you spurt onto Olivia's face. Rope after rope of your gooey seed rains down onto her cheeks, her chin, her brow.

Olivia's electric blue eyes seem to glint out at you from under a healthy spattering of cum.

Your task done, you suddenly realise just how tired you are. Barely paying any mind to the Templar, you slump onto your bed.

"Quite the facial." Olivia titters, leaning around to look at herself in a mirror. "Knew you had it in you."

Standing, she gathers her things and makes for the door.

"I think we'll do this again." She says, before departing. You have to agree with her.

You're torn on what to do next. Part of you aches for rest, part can't bear the thought of all the women throughout the tower, Olivia, Catalina, Dagna and Vivienne included, being deprived of your company.