The morning sun cast a warm glow over the room as Petne stirred from his slumber. A peculiar sensation coursed through his body—a buildup of energy, a byproduct of his sex with Fenrir last night after comforting her, surely they couldn't keep away from each other.
Unlike his experiences with other women, sex with Fenrir subtly enhanced his cultivation, leaving his muscles brimming with untapped power coursing through him like a tidal wave.
"Well, isn't this..." he murmured, rising from the bed. Noticing Fenrir's absence, he surmised she had awakened earlier... going where? He had no idea.
"A shower would make up for the first phase of the day; other things can wait," he decided, appreciating that these power surges didn't come with the usual licking of power he had grown to hate but couldn't do anything about.
