The Returning Man was a solid 6 footer. Standing in the room, he dwarfed the figure of The whip and the schizo girl.His smile was non ideal. The brownish color they revealed was more of a turn off, considering how cocky he was built. Large biceps, gigantic moulds of muscles. A squared out jaw and sturdy fingers that spoke of individual strength in them. He was the ideal form of a Superman, if that was real. But considering his facial make up, he was nothing to write home about. The roughened face, the scar at the left eye, all of which ruined the reputation he could have had for himself.Still, he was the Returning Man. And those scars told of the power he had within his brain cells. The heavy chain he had, the bling of it was none the less attractive . But it suited his sturdy frame. Along with the black sweatshirt he had on, he seemed more capable of leading a battalion than The Whip.At least, that was what the leadership thought. And The Whip, even as much he was not pleased with

LEKAN!…Lekan…The name echoed out of the darkness. He was there. He could sense everything. But at the same time, he felt nothing. Everywhere around him was dark, so dark and void. He felt sick tk the stomach, a sense of dread overwhelming him.He ought to open his eyes, Lekan thought. Once he did, though he was sure he would be in the hospital operating room, but he would be away from this.But try, he did. It did not work. His eyelids did not budge. In fact, there was no eyelid to begin with.He frowned, looking around himself as he tried to make sense of it. This was not the Sub Space, the dimension of space he share with the blood demon and the system lady. That Sub Space was way better than this. Even though the environs of the Sun Space still had darkened around, but at the center, there was light. Light often emanates from his body. And the. The status screen light glowed softly, diffusing the strong streams of darkness about.It was by that light he went above to see the sha

Lekan’s eyes flipped open, slowly.He exhaled softly as his ears picked up sources of disturbances. Loud screeches, sounds of crashing bricks and random explosions rocked the space about him.The air was filled with black smoke, trailing into the sky. With his eyes opened now, he saw the sight of it all. The partially destroyed buildings a. But something about them made him frown.These buildings , they seemed a bit futuristic.He frowned at this, wondering what was happening now. The other time, he’d been in a place, the aftermath of a battle. A battle he won.A battle he fought against the person of Morgana. Right before he saw the white lady walk up to him. While he was curious about what she was or who she was, he was also curious about this new place as well.Whatever was shifting him places from his actual reality, Lekan was not sure he had an opinion of it. But while it was interesting, it was still largely unsettling.Yet, interesting for him.It was, for him, like watching a g

Lecherous sounds of Helen’s moan echoed through the house. They did not mind. Thrusting in throes of passion, they could not mind. Even as chaos tormented the structure of the System Bureau, Lekan and Helen continued on their sensual satisfaction. It was ecstasy. Lekan groaned, sweat balling rolling down the temples. His veins sprouted as he directed energy into his waist. With consistent vigor, he thrust, relishing in the wet goodness between her thighs. Helen moaned, sensually. Her eyes rolled up as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her body continued jerking in sync with each thrust from Lekan. Their bodies joined in harmony of flesh and pleasure. “Oh God, yes. Ah….” Helen moaned, baring her teeth. Knitted eyebrows and a scowling face, Lekan took this as initiative. He pistoned his waist against her sexhole, smashing it violently, harder and faster. He pounded deeply as he could slam it. Then, he felt the bulge of his cock in her lower stomach. Yet instead of Helen reeling

He blinked. The scene did not change. It remained the same here. And that brought an ounce of relief to him. When he shut his eyes in that momentary activity , he had the half mind that the scene would vanish again. It had happened like this plenty of times. There was definitely nothing to guarantee that the same thing wouldn’t happen again? Still, that did not occur. It made him sigh in relief. His head was still in the bed, the pillow precisely. Although he wonders why his head could not move. He grimaced, feeling a little ache in his neck as it resonated with him. With curiosity driving him, he pushed his arms up. They hurt like hell. Heavy punches searing through them. Hot like needles put in the flame and then placed against his sun. The wicked heat and the pain it caused him. “Hmph.” He heaved out. His eyes widened as the relaxation struck him. There was a cast on his neck. It held him up. He must have broken. His neck, did he? He grimaced agan, recalling the last time he