The father she never had
The morning after, Kimmy woke up feeling rather sore and weak. However, a sense of satisfaction bloomed within her, a knowing smirk spreading across her face as she placed her hand over her bare stomach.
"We really went at it, huh…"
She could still remember the events of last night. Well, it went beyond night and pretty much stretched into the wee hours of the morning, but she digressed. It was beyond magical. Cain truly took her to her limits, taking her in ways that she never even thought were possible despite having gone at it for hours. She didn't even think that she was that flexible, and yet her body managed to do feats of acrobatics that probably explained why her back felt like it just went through a taffy puller.
"Oww…" she groaned as sat up, her spine creaking as she looked at herself. "Damn… I feel so sticky…"