Evil's whole body was tingling but numb at the same time. Her nipples were on fire from Jarrons mouth and hot breath, and in the mush that was her brain she kept questioning if Marca could ever do this to her, or if this is how Agassiz had felt every time she was with him. In a response Jarron growled and moved back up to her neck kissing her collar bone and then up to her ear taking it in his mouth and sucking gently. She wrapped her arms around him and brought her leg around his ass in an attempt to hold him there. She cursed the uselessness of her right leg as it thumped there dumbly, wishing she could use it to interlock with her other leg to brace herself against him but the good leg was doing its job and she was on the brink of her third orgasm anyways. He was doing things to her she'd never imagined, though she was severely inexperienced, her crippled mind not letting her remember anything prior to the day she woke up to Jarrons face looming above her in the desert. She wished her mind would shut up and she would stop wondering if it were really her in Jarrons mind right now or if after the last few weeks of her knowing he was reliving something with Agassiz. Evil cried out in frustration; Jarron took it as he was doing a good job and continued sucking on her ear, and increased his pace. But still somewhere in the center of her chest and in her rational mind she knew this was wrong and they would never truly be lovers, but always loyal to the death and cried out again in her climax as Jarron twisted his hips to get the last bit of himself inside her as he emptied everything he had left in her sex.