The gasp, which was involuntary, was the 'what-the-fuck' gasp. The 'I-came-that-fast' realization that was also the 'what-did-she-do' question. The suppression, the void's suppression, was gone. The lust, the incubus lust that had been temporarily extinguished, returned. Not gradually. All at once. Like a dam breaking. The flood, the full force of his divine hunger, hit him.
He had cum in seconds. The 'I-just-came-in-seconds' reality that was also the 'what-the-hell' shock. The stamina, the supernatural stamina that had allowed him to fuck for hours, had failed. The void, the inheritance, the second horn, all had taken something. The recovery, which should have been instant, was not.
