Mark stretched himself and multiple knots cracked all over his body. It was an incredibly satisfying feeling; a satisfaction that became better the stronger you were. Smiling, he looked down at the exhausted demoness on the ground next to him.
She was naked just like him and also covered in his liquids. It didn't seem like she would want to move for a long, long time.
"Dona, you alright?" he asked.
She shook her head cutely and said: "Not alright, don't go away—come back. Just sleep beside me."
"You are so exhausted, yet I am still full of energy," he said, winking at her.
"That's…" Her face scrunched up. She said in grievance, "You are too strong, Dona is tired. My body can't move an inch, I feel so tired."
"That's what I said, weakling."
