Luke chuckled and kissed Vasha to begin the next round.
Time flew by, maybe minutes, maybe many hours. Intertwined in their embrace, they indulged in their bodies until they had explored each other to the fullest. Luke's cock felt raw and sore and his balls ached from being milked dry over and over. As a priestess of Isis and being in her own dimension, Vasha had no such troubles, a normal woman would feel sore after that, but not her.
The young man sat on the edge of the bed, still nude and reeking of sex and sweat. He was conflicted after the fog in his mind had lifted, afraid he had a grave mistake but all too content at having experienced that much pleasure.