Darius almost physically purred like a large cat as his lover started massaging and caressing his stomach and chest. The fact that she could feel every pang of pleasure, and small ache in his body meant that she would be able to please and tend to him like no other ever could. "There is a very, very good reason most men want nothing more than to sleep after they finish." At the mention of "deep breaths", it brought a small, low chuckle from his lips. When Gwen began on about his magic, Darius couldn't help but to roll his eyes a bit. Taking her hand, he guided it down to grip his shaft, still rock hard and throbbing angrily.<br/><br/>"Focus, woman. I can count on one hand the women who would waste a virile man with the stamina of a fucking bull for talk of magic and politics in the midst of sex. We can talk after I've spilled myself inside you for a final time." As he talked, his hand had slowly run down her body, taking a moment to massage at a full breast before it found its way between her legs. The fact that she was dripping wet caused an involuntary roll of his hips. The muscles were still sore, but it was quickly being pushed to the back of his mind as his hormones once again surged.<br/><br/>Two fingers methodically massaged to either side of her clit. He could still feel the odd waves of pleasure that had flowed through her. His consort's climax was different from his own, even though it had only been a small one. Men were intense, a single hard explosion that tapered. Gwen's seemed to be almost the opposite, and lasted far longer. Darius wanted her to feel that again, wanted to feel her shake and mewl for everything he could give that she was afraid to ask for. One finger slid inside her wet channel, teasing her slowly. The plug in her ass made her entrance that much tighter, and he found himself sliding from underneath her, teeth finding her earlobe momentarily.<br/><br/>"Hands and knees, woman. I'm going to make sure you feel this for the rest of the week. We can explore your ass at a later time."