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Breathe in. Breathe out.
The unwelcome climax rushed through Stolas, bile threatening to escape his mouth. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. He couldn’t look at her.
“Let’s hope your seed took this time, so we can finally be done with this pitiful charade,” hissed the voice of Stella above him. He could only whimper in response.
Her cloaca parted from his, and she rolled back to her side of the bed. She was asleep within minutes.
He continued to stare at the ceiling.
Don’t let her hear you cry, he reminded himself.
Stolas closed his eyes.
Breathe in. Breathe out.