The first day began with my blood pumping fast thanks to the adrenaline from the pearl and the heat burning from Damar's skin. I was just as horny as a beast in rut, but I couldn't stay horny for long since by the second day, I was already beginning to feel the life sap out of me.
I passed out a couple of times, but woke up each time to the sensation of my insides getting drilled. Damar was like a machine, never giving himself a break. And taking in two of his weapons, I was barely holding on and counting the hours until it would be over.
Then the third day arrived not with a bang, but with the slow, heavy realization that my limbs felt like they had been replaced by overcooked noodles.
The Sovereign Wing, which had started as an intense connection, now just felt like a very comfortable, very messy cage.
I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. My skin was super sensitive, my hair was a tangled nest, and I was pretty sure I had forgotten what the sun looked like.
