[ A noise mixed with both pain and pleasure spills from her lips as his cock slides out of her throbbing walls one last time. That whole ordeal was certainly strange. Both of them clearly had an orgasm but at the same time, she's in so much pain that she can't even think straight. Was this truly how Seraphina and Alnair made love? She can't imagine her sweet Tartaglia being that rough and inconsiderate of her body.

She's so thankful to have such a dutiful partner at her side. If he didn't help her out, she'd be stuck and unable to move out of this bath, eventually turning into a raisin. She desperately tries not to make too much noise as he scrubs her down, he's already feeling horrible and she absolutely does not want to pile on to his worries all because she's so weak. ]

I'm... well, it hurts everywhere. I think if I sleep it off I might be okay tomorrow.

[ At least, that's what she hopes. Yoimiya inwardly sighs, the full force of the assault done to her breasts finally hits her like a truck. There's red spots peppered all over her skin and gods, she's almost scared to see how bad the marks will be once they've bloomed overnight. ]

How are you feeling? I saw those awful scratch marks all over your back. I'm so, so sorry Ajax.