Darius was at best, completely exhausted as he sat back just slightly. He still remained inside her, twitching now and again with small aftershocks of pleasure. Tiny rivulets of perspiration rolled down his torso as he let Gwen's legs back down to either side of his hips once more. "Considering you've only told me of being with one man, I had damn well better be the best you've ever had. As for the energy, all that I know is that I was able to curl your toes not once but twice. Were I not so damn tired, I'd drag that round little ass into the air and fuck that too."<br/><br/>The vase reforming where it had been drew a small start from Darius. Magic that he was unprepared for still made him nervous. Still breathing irregularly, he relaxed enough to calm his racing heart and tried to sense what she had pointed out. Where there was once a bounding energy that he had always simply attested to that warriors sixth sense, there was now a sense of serenity. It was relaxing once he dwelled on it for more than a moment or two. The twisting, crackling urge to move was still buried underneath it, but it was as if it was calmed into complacency by the new occupant. A hand holding an overeager child.<br/><br/>Regretfully, Darius slowly began to separate himself from Gwen's body. Luckily, he had spilled himself as deep as humanly possible inside her body, so no mess was immediate as he pulled completely from her. A small whimper escaped due to over sensitivity as he brushed her inner thigh. Crawling up beside Gwen, he leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed several smaller cotton washing towels. Darius was nothing if not efficient as he wiped himself clean, and then quite a bit more carefully took care of his new mistress. The intimacy in the action was almost greater than the cause for the cleanup. The last of the little towels, finely woven, but nowhere near as soft as the silks that lay beneath the furs, was tucked under her bottom.<br/><br/>"So is that it? Or do we continue enjoying ourselves regularly to keep it up?"