Things still need discussion.

You groan as your final load is deposited and roll off of Accalia so you both lay side by side. The bed you are on is in no state to be slept on and you haven’t been this spent since… well ever. Sex with her was always fantastic, but not having to hold back?

You wouldn’t be surprised if you woke the dead with your euphoric screams and howls.

Still, looking at Accalia’s blissed out face and sweaty body, you can’t help the stupid grin on your face and feeling of total satisfaction.

And utter exhaustion.

Your dick twitches as you trace your gaze over her but you and he are just too tired and sore.

Damn.

You want to get up, but you can feel your body protesting the thought of movement in your post-coital state. Accalia’s arm slides across your chest and you worry that you’ve woken her only to see her groan contentedly in her sleep. You sigh in defeat and close your eyes as well, a smile twisting your lips as you trace her arm to twine your fingers with hers.

You can wait till you wake up to deal with the world again.

You wake up to aches and pains, but marginally better to the point you can move.

You get up and your sore muscles protest that, but you **** yourself to remain standing. You take a deep breath and groan in pain as you stretch, body feeling like you’ve torn about every muscle you had. Then again, you tried out every position you could think of and some on the spot. You have no complaints and will happily pay the price if you can spend every night with her like this. You stumble to your bathroom and pour yourself some water, dryness in your throat especially sharp.

A few cups of refreshing water later you pad back to Accalia’s side with a full cup and place the water next to her, and nuzzle and nibble at her neck before straightening as she shifts to wake from the instinctive pleasure.

Accalia groans and shifts in the bed, face scrunched up in discomfort at the aches she no doubt feels. She blinks blearily as she looks at you and a tired smile stretches over her face.

“That was…” She murmurs, “That better not be a one time sort of performance.”

“Whenever I am with you, I am willing to give you an encore. I just didn’t have a reason to go all out till today.” You chuckle.

She sticks her tongue out at you and you laugh. She spies the cup and sits up with a groan before swiftly draining the cup.

“Shower?” You propose, “Then we snack on some food?”

“Would we actually be showering?” She teases, “That might not help if you see me all wet and we both are rubbing each other.”

“You say that as if we haven’t already done everything — including rubbing — before.” You reply breezily.

She laughs.

After a shower — which took way longer than needed as you worshipped Accalia’s body another time before getting clean — and a brief meal you managed to whip up, you both take the files to a guest room (your room is probably gonna need a very deep clean) and look over the potential candidates. You want to put it off, but Accalia convinces you that the sooner you do this, the sooner you can marry her, so you reluctantly relent and agree. You pull out the 5 files and scan them, wondering if you should pick at random when a name jumps out at you and your eyes narrow.

You sneer at Adolpha’s name and toss her file to the side without even looking through it.

Not considering that one if you can help it.

You pick up the folder with Cami printed on it and flip it open to the first page.