Immediately upon arrival Igor had planted his seed in the surface of the red planet as supposedly it’ll grow a clone after 12 summers. Magteld was teaching him rapidly. She was taking a bath with blood, a bloodbath as she aptly called it, and the froth on the foam of it was purple as Caesars robe and glistened in the faint sunlight that came through the windows overlooking the Valley of Hundreds, where the first battle had been waged Mano a Mano in low gravity.
Igor approached her skeptically as the musky smell made him a bit faint to be fair, and Magteld ridiculed him with her pale blue eyes. Slowly Igor disrobed and his muscular torso ended Magtelds ridicule and what came next made her moan and forget about ironies.
Igor had however not forgotten the bloody, blood. He was now supposed to make love to Magteld in this bloodbath? It seemed … bad.
Dont you wanna just go out for a steak or a burger and fuck in the car? He asked. Angrily, Magteld splashed the blood and it smeared his face.
You will get into this tub with me! She ordered.
Igor took a deep breath and complied.
Its kept exactly at 37 degrees celsius, Magteld confided.
At what point does blood actually boil? Igor inquired, but Magteld did not think it as serious a question as Igor had intended it, as he was a fiend for hot baths.
He sat down into the fluid and winced. Magteld touched his nose with a bloody finger and cooed.
Igor found this all very strange, and he feared it was all about to get a lot stranger.