He groans softly against Felih's shoulder. A rising flush brings with it a light sheen of sweat as they move together. Hades rides both pain and pleasure out as it courses through, the effects of the arrow stoking the latter to fever-pitch. The bed creaks from their intensity, but it doesn't take all that long for the former Ascian to reach his first release. When he comes, he comes with a trembling gasp and squeezes Felih tightly in his arms - but as he had warned, he's not done yet.

He gives his mate time to rest and recover between each round, yet Hades is relentless once they resume. Just how powerful had that arrow been? He's only dimly aware of the count of how many times they go at it. He's fairly sure it isn't nearly as much as the case of the egg.

His back does begin to hurt though by the end and their bed is a mess of sticky semen from Felih's generous load. However, as the single-minded drive to fuck finally eases, Hades breathes an exhausted sigh of relief and slumps bonelessly back.