He started the barrage.
Not thrusts. A barrage. The continuous, unbroken, machine-gun rhythm of his hips driving forward and pulling back with no pause between them. The full twelve inches cleared and buried and cleared and buried in a cycle that had no mercy.
SKHLRK SKHLRK SKHLRK—
"AAAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! KKKHAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
Jacob watched.
He was face-down in the dirt. Held by four women. His eyes streamed. His mouth hung open. His mind was doing something that was not thinking.
He was a regressor.
He had come from the future. He had lived six years forward from now. He had seen his grandmother die. Burn in dragon fire. Give him the badge. Send him to the capital.
He had returned to change it.
He had trained. He had fought. He had prepared. And now he was watching her get fucked in the ass by a demon while four women held him down in the grass.
"What," he whispered.
Then louder. "What have I changed?"
