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She placed his long, thick cock at the entrance of her hole. “You’re so big,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t think I can get you all the way in.”

Sweet Cyrus he’d never been so hard. “My beautiful little girl can take her Master’s cock all the way in.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “Come on, Clara,” he murmured. “Ride your Master.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her cunt sank down onto his cock. Xavier groaned, his nostrils flaring, as Clara’s pussy enveloped him all the way inside. She fit him like an unyielding silk glove.

“You’re so tight,” he said on a half moan, half growl. His teeth gritted when she began to ride him. “There you go,” he said thickly, his hands guiding her hips as she worked up and down the length of his shaft. “Mmmm my pussy feels good. So tight and sticky.”

Clara closed her eyes and rode him faster, her tits jiggling as she fucked him. Her head lolled back and she moaned as she picked up the pace, the sound of her cunt fucking him reaching his ears.

“Faster, Clara,” Xavier rasped. “Fuck your Master harder and faster.”

She bore down onto him, sucking his long, thick cock into her juicy cunt over and over, again and again. “You feel so good,” she gasped, riding him faster and harder. She bounced away like crazy on top of him, impaling herself to the hilt.

His nostrils flaring, Xavier’s fingers dug into her hips as he reversed their positions. Moving her to her back, he groaned as he sank back into Clara’s pussy, pounding away inside her like an animal.

“Harder,” she begged, her fingernails digging into his back. “Harder.”

Xavier fucked her mercilessly, his teeth gritting as he sank into her cunt again and again and again and again. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock and squeezing it tightly in a series of intense contractions that made him bellow from the pleasure of it.

“I’m coming,” Xavier ground out, his muscles tensing over her. He pounded away like mad, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy once, twice, three times more. “I’m—ah Clara.”

He came on a roar, his entire body convulsing atop hers as he spurted hot cum deep inside her. He groaned as he kept fucking her, never wanting the orgasm to end. She felt so good, better even than the real wenches he’d had in his youth.

Xavier had expected Clara to blink away the moment he came, but she didn’t. Much to his surprise and happiness, she didn’t. She stayed there with him in the snowy wonderland, cleaving to him in a way that felt so good, comfortable to remain in his embrace while his eyes drifted close and he fell into a deep, contented sleep holding her close to his heart.

An hour later when Xavier jarred awake, his heart damn near broke when he realized his body was back in the drab, dreary stall two, no Clara to be found. He sighed as he stood up and relit the torch he’d extinguished when first he had entered the small chamber.

He had known she wasn’t real all along. Wishing her real and having her real weren’t the same thing.

As Xavier lifted his tunic to put it back on, his gaze absently landed on the broken image map in front of him, an image map he hadn’t noticed before. He’d never know what made him do it, but out of curiosity he turned his gaze to the left console that he might be able to look upon his back in the reflection. He stilled as he saw them:

Fingernail scratch marks.

His eyes widened. “Sweet Cyrus,” he murmured, his mind racing, his heart pounding. No—no that wasn’t possible…

He forced a chuckle. Clara, real? She was real all right, but the scratches on his back had come from a virtual wench whose programmer was good at unlocking the mind’s fantasies. They hadn’t come from the real Clara, whatever her name was. That wench had run the very second she’d laid eyes on him.

“You’re losing it,” Xavier muttered, running a punishing hand through his dark hair. He sighed. “You’ve already lost it.”



Chapter 39
February 2, 2250 A.D.


“It’s wonderful to see you again, Abdul.”

“I’m sure.”