...a fate entwined

Samson was about to yell. His patience was exhausted, and the cryptic responses from Alyona were just making him angry. Then, in what could only be described as a divine inspiration., he knew what she meant. He didn't know what the consequences would be, but he knew his options. Continue on his path with Gray, or take the path Alyona had been trying to offer him the whole time. Looking down at her again, Samson decided... that there was no reason he couldn't make his decision while fucking her one more time.

This time, the fucking was more intense, more sensuous than it had been before. He could feel her nails in his back, his now massive dick bottoming out inside her, with a new intensity. But then it began to grow fuzzy. His sensitivity declined, his vision became blurred. The sound of Alyona's cries drifted into the background as his own heartbeat filled his ears.

The world was rapidly growing indistinguishable from the nothingness that had so terrified him. This time, however, Samson felt no fear, only certainty. He had made his choice, and was ready to take whatever consequences came. As the last corporeal entities faded from his consciousness, he leaned down and whispered to Alyona...