Elsa remained draped over Damian, both of them still catching their breath in the blue-lit chamber. Her chest rose and fell against his, the lingering heat of his release still warm inside her. After a long moment she pushed herself up on her hands, looking down into his eyes with a faint, almost teasing curve to her lips.
"You know," she said softly, "cumming this much inside me may end up getting me pregnant."
Damian's expression shifted at once. His brow furrowed, the lazy satisfaction in his eyes replaced by genuine surprise.
"How is that possible?"
Elsa rolled her eyes, the gesture carrying a touch of exasperation and amusement.
"I'm an elf-born, of course. My powers revolve around nature and vitality. And before I met Lazarus I was a nun in the Church of Vescara."
