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“With my cock? You are funny.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m going to take good care of you and be there for you, not to kill you.”

“Mm...”

“Here, let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Oh...”

His eyes darken on me. “Unless you want another round.”

I swallow. Maybe given time, I can do more, but...

He chuckles and holds me up as he stands. He flexes his two arms when the other two keep me upright, with his cock still buried deep into me. “I’m a great floatball player, after all. I have more stamina than you can ever imagine.”

His cock twitches and gets hard again. I shiver, not wanting to imagine another round. It will be great, but it may kill me.

He chuckles as he seemingly sees my thoughts. “Next time. There’s no need to hurry. We have all the time in the world.”

He puts me onto the bed, finally pulling out of me.

It feels like I can finally breathe. “You just love to mess with me.”

He winks. His cock is still dangling there, half-hard, looking ready to have a go at me again. “Maybe I do, but you know you like me that way.”

I let out a soft sigh. Maybe I do. “Get a shower before I’ll allow you on my bed.”

He huffs and heads to the bathroom. “Fine, fine.”

So... This is my life now, with Telke.

I’m never regretting this for sure.

It takes a while, but we find each other, finally.

Epilogue

Telke

“Go! Smack them!” I yell from the spectator’s seat as my team cruises through the playing field with their floatball bats ready and battleships ready.

The students are there cheering on those in the field, and everyone’s waiting with tension exploding. It is hot here at the sports ground, but it’s not hotter than the blood rushing through my bloodstream.

Winnie and others are there playing the game and it is currently a tie between the two teams.

I wave my arms, even though I may look like a crazy one. I don’t care. Some craziness is what floatball matches need.

“We can still win!” I would be jumping up and down if there were no kids around, and I didn’t have to maintain a certain image in front of them. When the principal decided that teaching staff should play a team game against each other during sports day, he probably didn’t expect this. I’m already behaving myself.

I wish I could be there playing with everyone. My arms are itching to be smacking floatballs.

But everyone decided that I should sit it out. Actually, I raised that and decided to sit myself out. It is hard for me to control myself during a floatball match. I’d forget that everyone else has just tried the game for a few weeks and some aren’t even interested in it. I’d scare them with my way of playing.

There are almost no rules in floatball past no attacking other players outside of slamming into them with the ship, so it can be wild at times. I’m wild at times, too.

Not to mention that it will also make it fair for everyone for me to be on the sideline.

I smack the cheering batons together. “Hit the ball!”

I bet all the other teaching staff are laughing at me by now, but I don’t care.

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