Panting heavily, the couple embraced each other's bodies.
Veronica's vision was white. She could see nothing. She could think of nothing. She could only feel her womb was flooding with warm, thick semen her husband rewarded her with.
Slowly, she came back to her senses. She found herself leaning against his broad chest. She wanted to push him away, but she realized she had no strength left.
'Does… sex take more energy than sword fighting? Unbelievable!' she wondered despite being tired.
Arthur noticed her doing her best to push him away without a word, but her slender arms weren't strong enough. He smirked. His eyes scanned her glistening skin.
His eyes paused on a brown mark on her forearm. It was a small cut but from the darkness of the color, he could tell that it was deep.
The smile from his lips disappeared. Keeping their position like that, he walked toward the dressing table with an urgency.
