Arno is parkouring over the rooftops of Paris, on his way to a mission when he decides to take a shortcut through an open apartment window. It’s my bedroom window, and I’m sprawled out on the bed, naked and masturbating. Arno takes one look at me; He doesn’t say a word, but as he strides towards me I can see the bulge in his pants, the outline of his erect sex against the tightness of his breeches. Without even bothering to take off his hood, he unhooks his pants, and takes me there and then; I moan in gratification as he straddles me and thrusts into my already-wet sex, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand and fondling my breast with the other.

He roughly rides me to climax, cupping his gloved hand over my mouth when my moans become too loud. He does not stop until I’ve orgasmed twice; and just as I’m about to beg for mercy he finally releases his seed inside me, hot and pulsating and full. I’m a sweating, panting mess but he’s only slightly breathless. And with barely an ‘adieu’ he pulls up his breeches, and continues on his way out the other side of the building, not knowing he had just fathered the carrier of his genetic memories.