Amphitrite had finally stopped asking for more.
The ancient Mermaid Queen lay completely boneless across the enormous bed, her naked body half-buried beneath ruined sheets while the aftermath of twelve exhausting rounds surrounded them.
"Haaaa..."
A long, utterly satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
Her pink hair had become an absolute mess, damp strands sticking to her cheeks, neck and swollen breasts. The beautiful sapphire scales scattered across her hips and thighs had lost their earlier brilliance, carrying only a faint blue shimmer as Amphitrite lazily stretched one leg across Nikolai's waist.
She didn't even possess enough strength to lift her head.
Nikolai stared at her.
'She's finally satisfied...'
It had taken twelve fucking times.
Whether Amphitrite had subconsciously decided she required one round for every child or her ridiculous pregnancy hormones simply worked that way, Nikolai didn't know.
He wasn't going to ask.
His own body felt completely drained.
