The system popped.
The blue window. The text. The notification.
[Virgin Claimed: Elena]
[Ability Acquired: Sword Master's Focus]
[Description: The user can enter a state of heightened combat awareness, processing battlefield information at accelerated speed. Reaction time increased by 300%. Effective only in combat situations.]
The ability. From Elena. From the knight. From the virgin whose pussy was being pounded. The system extracted. Analyzed. Acquired. The skill — the sword master's focus, the combat awareness, the thing that made her a knight — was his.
He turned her.
Off his lap. Onto her back. On the bed. The silk. The position — the mating press. Her legs — the muscular legs — went up. Over his shoulders. Her ankles — the strong, trained ankles — on his collarbones. Her pussy — the hairy, bloody, well-fucked pussy — was exposed. Open. The lips parted. The walls visible. The cervix — red, swollen, battered — was there.
He slammed.
PAAAH—
"AAAAAHH—!!"
