Adal let go of the woman's neck with hesitancy. After all, she was over double his level.
It was only right to think about the possibility that she might reach for her dagger and cut his throat open.
However, when he let her go, she tried her best to stay on her feet, but she couldn't.
Nimrodel fell to the ground, her legs quivering. Her eyes were no longer rolled to the back of her head, as it was only a minor orgasm. Yet still, with Adal's skills to push a woman past the standard Pleasure Threshold, it was still unlike anything she had felt before.
Her legs were folded beneath her, and a tiny puddle had formed on the ground where she sat. Even if she wanted to fight, her body wouldn't allow her.
When she came back to her senses, she shook her head to remove herself from the daze. Then, she looked down at the mess she had made.
Nimrodel stared at it for a few moments blinking.
Was that me? She thought to herself. Did this really just happen?
