As he stood with Emilia in his arms, Damien was acutely aware of his fatigue, a result of the countless hours he had dedicated—whether it was doing intense workout with Emilia or preparing for Edward and Amelia's face-slapping event, he had truly exerted himself to the brink.
Now, after the intense workout, he was drained and fatigued. As he calmed his racing mind, his cock, still coated in Emilia's bodily fluids, slowly slid out from her pussy.
A mix of white cum and traces of slight blood began to trickle down from now empty gap, evidence of their intense union.
"Ah… D-Damien, n-not more." Her voice was steady now. Her skin was slick with sweat, and her breathing was erratic as she struggled to keep her senses in check. Previously, in the heat of the moment, she had become more erratic, moaning louder from intense pleasure, but now exhaustion was becoming too much to bear.
