Alpha Damien was standing, and pulling his undergarments over his legs. His satisfaction was still on his face as he watched his member. It had shrank back in place, no longer bobbing and throbbing with blood or need.
This was unlike what he felt whenever he was with Lyra, regardless of the long period of time he might thrust in and out of her. The result was still the same thing. Emptiness and feeling nothing.
But the small period he had spent with Danika, he'd even rutted and nutted in her without having to force himself to. The feeling to do so came naturally that he couldn't resist doing so inside her. She was sent by the goddess, and he mould, her insides and everything about her had been made specially for him.
"Clean her up" he turned and said to one of the guards standing at the front of the cell.
