Exhausted, sore and yet fullfilled and sated, Ash collapses, her body slumping forward and bending as Vaj holds onto her hips still. His steeling grip bruises her skin, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Moaning softly, she feels him slip from her body and turn her about, kissing her lips softly. She smiles at him and runs long fingers through her hair. "I hope my Master is pleased...sleep better now Vaj." She murmurs and slips out of his mind and back to her own rest for the remains of the night...

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