The Agent brings friend to enjoy Emmaline's body

The man let out a tired groan, like a breath held for far too long. "Bitch lasted so much longer than I thought she would," he muttered. Luckily, with Emmaline now fast asleep against his chest, he had some time to recover. It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the encounter--far the opposite, but the way she moved was like a **** of nature, and keeping up was more of a challenge than he had anticipated.

The gas would keep her under for a while, though, and so he knew he had time to recover. The man let himself luxuriate in the time he had earned, casually groping her breasts and ass until he felt good and ready to move on to the next stage of the plan.

After some time, he raised his hands, gesturing in circular movements until a lattice of pale blue light appeared. He spoke into it, not bothering to keep his voice down. "Target is ****, ready for retrieval. Requesting assistance in carrying her below."

The light blipped out, and it was back to waiting. He took in her form once again. He had had plenty of time to appreciate it physically before, of course, but now was a great opportunity for more visual appreciation. Her breasts rested beautifully on her chest, rising and falling with calm breathes, and her hair--though a bit messy from their bit of fun-- was still a nice and near auburn frame around her pretty face.

With her draped, nude and relaxed on the bed beside him, Emmaline didn't look too different from a classical painting from some great artist. Though a model draped on a canvas usually didn't have hips and breasts that seemed built for pure sex, nor naturally pursed lips that seemed designed for sucking cock. Nor were they usually filled with a man's seed, for that matter. Although he couldn't be certain about that last point.

His musing was interrupted by a knock on the door, and a moment later it opened and another agent entered. "Samuel," he said, nodding to the first man, as he approached the bed. David, the second agent, was a few years Sam's junior, and still liked to do things just a bit too by the book. Sam had to put a hand out to stop him as he approached the bed, already ready to pick up their nude guest and carry her off to the dungeons.

"You've got to stop and smell the roses sometimes, you know David?" Samuel said. He wrapped an arm around the **** woman's waist, and rotated her atop the sheets until she was facing the other man, her face still pretty and peaceful. The sheets twisted beneath her, making for quite a rather dramatic tapestry. "And she's quite a pretty rose, isn't she?"

Samuel rose from the bed, tugging Emmaline's legs over one edge of it, so that she was bet over the corner of it. His cock was already hard again, and he was itching to shoot more of his seed in her cunt.

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