I lounged against the stone wall of the chamber where I have defeated the Minotaur and saved Lila, my chest heaving, sweat slicking every inch of my skin.
The sweat have accumulated from fucking Lila nonstop for hours, leaving not an inch of her skin unmarked by my desires.
Thankfully, I was fully energetic due to my Infinite Stamina Skill.
The air hung heavy with the musk of sex—raw, animalistic, the kind that clings to your lungs.
Lila lay sprawled on the fur-strewn floor before me, her body a canvas of my conquest. I'd fucked her senseless for hours.
Her pale skin bore the evidence.
Bite marks ringed her neck like a collar, purple bruises bloomed across her thighs from my gripping fingers, red welts striped her ass from relentless spanks, and scratches raked her back where I'd clawed during our frenzied rutting.
Even her tits—full, heaving C-cups—were marred, nipples chafed raw from my teeth and suction, faint handprints cupping their undersides.
