[ What the hell. What the actual hell. Here he is, pinning a Succubus down after having unloaded inside her... and she's comforting him. Him, of all people...
And he's enjoying it. His breath shudders and he starts to relax, soothed by the soft sound of her voice, the feeling of each finger running through his hair. He feels warm... and not just because he's still inside her, though that's certainly helping.
Yet even as his breathing slows, how is it that he still desires her even more? So much that he doesn't even soften, even as the tension leaves his body and he just lays there, bodies pressed together, losing himself in her comfort. ]
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[ What the hell. What the actual hell. Here he is, pinning a Succubus down after having unloaded inside her... and she's comforting him. Him, of all people...
And he's enjoying it. His breath shudders and he starts to relax, soothed by the soft sound of her voice, the feeling of each finger running through his hair. He feels warm... and not just because he's still inside her, though that's certainly helping.
Yet even as his breathing slows, how is it that he still desires her even more? So much that he doesn't even soften, even as the tension leaves his body and he just lays there, bodies pressed together, losing himself in her comfort. ]