The golden light still lingered.
Like the post-nut clarity of a cosmic realm, Milforia shimmered with a peace it hadn't known in centuries. The Orb of Release now floated silently behind Henry, humming a gentle lullaby of quenched desires. Its once-dewy surface now glowed with warm satisfaction, like a goddess after brunch and three rounds of "therapy."
Henry, still kneeling, was breathing slowly—each exhale like a sigh of someone who had finally scratched an itch deep in his soul... and possibly in his glutes.
Climaxa floated down beside him, her aura now shaped like a glowing heart... that occasionally winked. "You did it," she whispered, brushing imaginary sweat off his forehead. "You lasted... harder than anyone ever has."
Henry groaned softly. "My towel deserves a medal."
From behind, Seraphina approached—hair tousled, eyes half-lidded, radiating heat like a sauna with benefits.
