It woukd be a lie to say that Xena had not improved.
Her stamina would have ended most men.
But Eros was not most men.
He was a God in human flesh. And it was just impossible for sex to be the source if his fatigue.
In fact, it empowered him.
But this would not be enough. If she could last another six hours maybe a part of him would have been satisfied, but definitely not this.
Eros pulled out slowly from Xena's ass, his cock glistening with their combined fluids, still half-hard and twitching in the cool night air.
He watched with satisfaction as his seed leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down her caramel thighs in thick, creamy rivulets. Xena remained on her knees, panting heavily, her body slumped against the wall, lightning mana flickering weakly across her skin like the last sparks of a storm.
She was utterly spent, a soft, contented smile on her lips as she tried to catch her breath.
