"UGHHHHH!!"
Roxy groaned the moment her eyes snapped open to take in the sunlight leaking from the window. Waking up felt less like rising from slumber and more like being resurrected.
She tried to sit up, only for her to hiss in pain.
"Mother of…" she fell back onto the pillow as a sharp bolt of pain shot through her hips and her lower back.
Someone should remind me never to choose Zarek again.
She pressed her lips into a thin line.
But I kinda loved it…
The memory of the sensations she felt yesterday could never be erased from her mind; it was the best she had ever had.
But her body felt like it had been snapped into two, rearranged, and then glued back together slightly to the left.
"Zarek! You overgrown, fire-breathing stamina monster! I hope you step on shit!" she cursed in a quiet voice at the ceiling, her voice raspy.
She shifted her legs gingerly. Everything was sore. Her inner thighs felt like they had been scrubbed with sandpaper. Her lips felt swollen.
"Ma!"
