[ The answer to that is simple. He will never have a little mercy on her no matter how many times she falls apart. He'll be just as merciless as ever... and really, when the result is her clenching around him so tightly, why would he ever stop?
A good amount of the water has sloshed out of the side of the tub already, the result of his inability to hold back on the small woman clenching around him. With her lips now against his, he returns his hand to her chest, his hands working their magic both figuratively and literally as they kiss just as messily as ever. Her thighs are being healed from the damage he did to them, and yet with the way he's thrusting, he's just bruising her all over again.
One could call this a waste of mana, then, but since neither of them seem to mind... he won't be stopping. Not while he can feel his own release finally approaching... ]
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A good amount of the water has sloshed out of the side of the tub already, the result of his inability to hold back on the small woman clenching around him. With her lips now against his, he returns his hand to her chest, his hands working their magic both figuratively and literally as they kiss just as messily as ever. Her thighs are being healed from the damage he did to them, and yet with the way he's thrusting, he's just bruising her all over again.
One could call this a waste of mana, then, but since neither of them seem to mind... he won't be stopping. Not while he can feel his own release finally approaching... ]