860 To Know One's Enemy Is an Art

Lenny began foaming at the mouth, and as far as any one was concerned, all hope was lost. At least, this was the impression that he gave them. 

<ALERT! >

<Host is losing Life Force From Every Cell>

<Host magic points have fallen to single digits>

<Host's life will end in 20... 19... 18...>

All of them except Minnie of course. 

However, the baroness enjoyed her ridding motion as she chuckled loudly. Lenny was dying and the credit was to her name. And then it happened. Lenny's hands cupping her breasts slowy lost their grip as they fell to the ground. 

At this point, the baroness's smile got wider as she even rode more vigorously. From her reaction, she was about to reach her peak. 

The Baroness could feel it too. Lenny's heart had slowed to a terrible crawl. This was it. this was the fulfilment that she desired.