"Haaahh..."
A heavy gasp escaped Mikhailis's lips as he collapsed onto the bed, his body drenched in sweat and every muscle in his body screaming for rest. His heart pounded like a war drum, and his limbs felt like they had been through a marathon.
"What was intense..."
Elowen, beside him, was sound asleep. Her breathing was deep and steady, completely at peace, as if nothing had happened. She looked serene and so peaceful as if she just went a night with her true beloved one. Her hair is a ss over the pillows but still very beautiful as the moonlight painting her very gorgeous brown skin with a soft glow. But Mikhailis... Mikhailis was a ss.
What did I get myself into...?
He thought back to the monts before, the way her body had moved with such strength and intensity. He had known that she's a queen, a warrior at heart, soone who bore the weight of an entire kingdom. He already recognize her toned body that has the hint of a great warrior. But this? He hadn't been prepared for this kind of stamina. Her endurance was off the charts.
Everything had been perfect at first. It was passionate, sensual, like heaven on earth. But sowhere around round three, Mikhailis began to realize sothing wasn't quite right—no, not wrong, just... overwhelming!
She's a beast! How the hell did I not notice? I an, she's well-toned, sure, but damn!
Mikhailis could barely keep up, and that was saying sothing. He had always prided himself on his own fitness, after all. He wasn't so fragile prince lounging around all day—he worked out, he trained, he had stamina! He also trained with the best soldiers of his kingdom back then! He was strong! Or at least, he thought he did. But Elowen had shattered that illusion in just one night. He had gone from feeling on top of the world to being utterly drained, as if his very soul had been sucked dry.
His body ached in ways he didn't think were possible. He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but every movent sent another wave of exhaustion through him.
"Haaaah..." another sigh escaped, this one heavier than before.
He glanced over at Elowen, still fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile despite his exhaustion. She was incredible, powerful in ways he hadn't imagined. He admired her strength, but right now, he just wished she had a little less of it.
I an, seriously... there's strong, and then there's this. I'm not even sure how I'm still alive right now. But well, it's sure a 'great experience'
Just then, Mikhailis instinctively tapped the side of his glasses, activating the device. The familiar interface flickered to life before his eyes, and then ca the voice he hadn't heard in a while.
Rodion's monotone voice filled the quiet of the room.
Mikhailis rolled his eyes, even though he couldn't help but chuckle at the timing.
"Barely. Damn it, Rodion, do you know the thing about privacy? I just went through a life-altering experience here."
Rodion's tone remained as flat as ever, though Mikhailis could sense a hint of sarcasm.
Just who the hell created this guy.
Wait, it's , isn't it?
"Right. Fascinating. That's the word I'd use to describe being sucked dry by my own wife. I feel like a freaking raisin, Rodion."
Mikhailis groaned.
"Don't you dare. Can't a man get so rest after... after..." he trailed off, too tired to even finish the sentence.
"Rodion..." Mikhailis warned, though he was too exhausted to put any real weight behind it.
The AI's voice remained annoyingly calm for Mikhailis tonight.
"Boundaries? Yeah, sure. Says the AI who just casually checks in after... you know what? never mind." Mikhailis sighed, shaking his head.
"I can't believe I'm having a conversation about this with an AI I built."
"Yeah, genius..." Mikhailis muttered.
"It's more like insanity at this point. I'm having a debate about my... experiences with an AI. Great. What's next? You going to give performance reviews?"
Mikhailis chuckled despite himself, rubbing his temples as he lay back. He closed his eyes, the exhaustion still heavy in his bones, but there was a strange comfort in the familiar banter with Rodion.
"Did you... Did you analyze everything, Rodion?" he asked, his voice quieter now.
Everything, huh... I wonder if I should be happy or not knowing that.
Well, more like I'm glad that she's-
Rodion chid in, guessing right what is inside his mind.
Rodion's sudden shift in topic caught Mikhailis off guard.
It's like having a very intelligent and capable brother or friend that acts as your secretary.
He stared up at the ceiling, his mind wandering for a mont before a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"In so ways, yeah. She's got that sa sense of responsibility, the sa weight on her shoulders."
Mikhailis felt his chest tighten at Rodion's words. He had noticed it too, but hearing it said out loud made it more real, more urgent.
What he uttered is about Elowen, but the figure that appeared inside his mind is the image of his brother.
Rodion added, his voice still calm but laced with an unusual depth of understanding.
"I should've seen it sooner. Well, what the hell am I saying? I just arrive at this world, aren't I?"
"Even the strongest. Has limits, huh..." he whispered.
Rodion's voice softened slightly, the AI's typically clinical tone replaced by sothing almost human.
Mikhailis smiled, feeling a surge of determination.
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