Ezra, wearing just a pair of underwear, stumbled out of the room for a glass of water.
As he did, he took stock of his System notifications that he'd long ignored.
[FP 30/100]
"Wonder what I can do with that much," Ezra said groggily, still caught in post-nut euphoria.
Ezra exhaled slowly, the warmth of Oberyn's body still fresh in his mind. But even now, even after everything, the real world crept back in. The weight of the Second Heart. The title of Harbinger. The fact that, despite how good today felt, his problems hadn't disappeared.
[Would you like to know?]
Alcor's voice came snaking into his mind. The last thing he wanted to hear right now - he'd nearly forgotten Alcor even existed.
'Get out of my head, I'm busy,' Ezra groaned.
[Ah, but then I would have missed your delightful performance. Perhaps you were right to keep the Nephilim around - you've found quite an obedient little paramour. It almost felt like he was pleasuring my own body…oh, wait…]
