Elena was exhausted both physically and sexually. She was in so much pain that even trying to shift her legs on the bed caused her to wince harshly. More whimpering with his hand massaging through the pain of her ass but it was her hips that nearly made her cry from the sheer brute force they had received. She tried again, falling against the bed with a huff. Her eyelids felt so heavy right now. Every so often a tremble ran through her as her body slowly came down from being overly sensitized. His finger moved inside of her as he chided and she couldn't even shift away this time, laying there and received the feel of him inside there.<br/><br/>How could she do what he suggested? If she could not even sit up or roll onto her side, how was she suppose to get up and sit on his lap much less lift and lower until he came inside her? It was such bitter sweet irony! Had he done this on purpose? Used her so well that she would be unable to take advantage of her reward?<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I-I... cannot, Galos."</span>Admitting this had tears streaming out of her eyes, not so much in disappointing him but from the emotional overload of it all and experiencing so many orgasms. If this was what her life was now going to be like, she would have gladly come with him back at her bar.<br/><br/>She looked up at him and to the side. There he lay like a god and she was a simpering mess. The only thing she could do was lean far over and kiss the side of his chest in apology.