Tempest was warm, but not overly so.

She could feel the warm light of the sun against her face. It felt like it was morning, but her internal clock was all out of whack; it could be the middle of the day for all she knew.

Slowly, she opened her eyes only to be greeted with Dron’s face directly in front of her.

The sight of him so at peace and at rest made her happy. He was still here. She should’ve known better, and in fact she did. But there was still a very, very small part of her that worried he would be gone when she woke up. That he would take her virginity and leave her there used and broken to pieces.

It was a silly thought. Dron wasn’t like that.

It was the first time in her life Tempest was absolutely sure she’d chosen the right man.

Slowly, reality started to settle in on her mind. All of her muscles were completely relaxed as if she’d just been through the best massage she’d ever taken. She moved her arms first just a little and then her legs.

Her insides were a bit sore but nothing that she would complain about. It was in that moment she realized that she was able to move. Dron was still deep inside of her. He’d fallen asleep still connected to her.

Tempest tilted her hips, and his shaft slowly started to slide out of her.

He growled in his sleep, and his hands tightened on her waist.

She giggled, and his eyes popped open. Those dark eyes focused so completely on her.

"Are you ever going to let me out of this bed?" "Tempest whispered as Dron blinked a few times, trying to wake up fully.

"No." He grumbled and pulled her closer, burying his head deeper in the mix of the pillow and the strands of her hair that were lying there.

"Dron...I have to go to the bathroom." She gently shoved his shoulder.

He grumbled again and tightened his grip for a second before he reluctantly let her go.

Tempest fully pulled away from him. Dron hissed and moaned at the loss of contact. She felt his hand flex on her skin as if he wanted to grab hold of her again and pull her back. IF she were honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind.

Last night was everything Tempest could ever wish for. Perfect in every way. And lord. It felt so damn good.

She was practically floating on air as she stretched and swung her legs over the side of the bed so that she could sit up. Her head swam for a second as her body acclimated to the fact that she was no longer dreaming.

She pushed herself up from the bed and tried to stand.

That was the first mistake.

Tempest’s legs completely went out from under her, and she tumbled down to the ground.

"Tempest!" Dron was up and out of the bed in a flash. Worry lacing his voice as he rushed to her side. "What’s wrong? Are you hurt? what happened."

Tempest burst into laughter. "No, no, I’m not hurt." She forced herself to stop laughing. It was clear from Dron’s face that he was on the verge of losing his mind. "I promise I’m not hurt. Just a little weak from our nightly activities. Gonna have to get some more energy if I’m going to keep up with you."

"It was too much—"

Tempest pressed her lips against his to stop him from apologizing, which is exactly what she knew he was about to do.

"No, it was perfect. Don’t change anything. It was the most glorious night of my life." She spoke as she pulled away from him slightly.

"Most glorious?" Dron asked, his eyes closed and leaning forward.

Tempest waited for him to open his eyes again before she replied, "The most glorious of my life."

Dron smiled softly at her, and Tempest swore her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t fair just how handsome he was, especially when he was this at ease.

"Come, let me help you up." Dron stood in all his naked glory in front of her.

Tempest slowly let her eyes trail up his body and, in that instant, watched as Dron began to get aroused again. "If you keep looking at me like that, you won’t make it to the bathroom." Dron’s voice deepened and his eyes darkened.

"No, you don’t. I need to go," Tempest joked as she put her hand up so he could help her off the floor. Dron held onto her as she got her legs steady under her.

The second problem quickly presented itself as gravity finally took hold. Dron’s seed, which was previously kept in place by his knot and the fact that they were lying in bed together still connected, began to leak out from between her legs like a faucet.

"Holy shit!" Tempest squealed as she turned and ran as fast as she could in the direction of the bathroom.

She slid to the toilet and plopped down on it, hoping to allow the rest of it to come out of her.

Dron made his way to the bathroom door, still naked and with an incredibly pleased look on his face. A second later he started laughing. Not just a soft chuckle but a full-on belly laugh.

"What the hell is so funny?" Tempest narrowed her eyes at him. She was smiling too.

"I’d say I was sorry, but I’m not. That’s been building up for a long while."

Tempest shook her head as Dron’s cum continued to leak out of her. She didn’t know how much was inside of her, but it felt like it was never-ending. She didn’t know if she would ever get used to how much Dron came when he reached completion, but she found herself already missing the full feeling she had when he was inside of her.

She wanted more of him.

Wanted the connection.

If she wasn’t careful, Tempest knew that she would become completely addicted to Dron and his gallons of cum.