Inside Asura's room, time passed quickly. The early morning became afternoon and, thus, night once more.
Asura finally withdrew from the endless desire towards Lorem, his body sore and a sense of thirst causing his throat to ache.
He looked down at the former noble bed, now covered in unbelievable amounts of his semen, with the unconscious Lorem in the centre with a slightly inflated abdomen while still leaking thick amounts of his hot cream.
The two didn't stop for almost an entire day, only taking temporary breaks.
On these breaks, she fed him strange potions from the ring that pierced her ear, which seemed to restore his stamina and provide a small amount of nutrients.
'My head hurts... Those potions were nothing good. This damn erotic woman used to be so pure.'
