As Benjamin spurted his last thick bucket of sperm deep into Vaelora, her petite body pinned flat against the ornate bed head with her legs hooked high over his shoulders, he suddenly went limp.
His hips gave one final, shuddering grind before his entire frame collapsed forward, eyes rolling back as unconsciousness took him in an instant.
Vaelora's breath hitched in alarm.
She felt the sudden dead weight of him pressing her down, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her fluttering pussy, leaking the last warm pulses of his release.
Panic flickered across her flushed face, with her big pink eyes widening, translucent pink wings twitching erratically behind her as she tried to shift beneath him.
But then she noticed the slow, even rise and fall of his chest against her breasts, the way his breathing had deepened into the heavy rhythm of true sleep rather than the ragged gasps of climax.
Relief washed over her like cool water from the revelation... Before a voice said:
