The effects of a mind prison made by a god, it was still affecting Amedith as he lay alone inside his tent, wheezing and going over and over over those memories inside his mind. Watching every thrust of the hips, every sloppy sound from their lips, and the ecstatic moans, again and again, he couldn't help but keep fucking his pillow like a dog.
But alas, his heavenly resistance was curing his mind, slowly but surely he was returning to being himself again. Even so, burning with jealousy towards Raven, he wanted to fuck a real pussy and lose his virginity once and for all. However, the stark contrast between his size and Raven's had already trampled on that possibility, leaving no girls from their group to give him a chance even if he begged on his knees.
