"...Haaa..." I gasp in pain as I get out of bed, exhausted, listening to the faint sound of blood droplets falling. My tail is limp on the floor and my wings are tucked in, while I watch Esther drink a cup of tea.
The last few hours were painfully intense; it was the first time Esther had taken our relationship to something so extreme.
"You look sick, do you need medicine?" Esther asks with a fake smile but a cold tone, similar to how she used to be back when she didn't care about anything.
"N-No... I'm just a little nauseous... b-but it'll pass," I say, feeling full of pain and a bit of disgust at what happened a few hours ago.
"Alright then, I hope your nausea passes quickly," she says with a "kindness" that's uncomfortable because she's the cause of the nausea.
'Was this really necessary?' I look at the bed, soaked in blood. It was the most disgusting sexual encounter we've had since we got married.
