By the time they were done they had wrecked the second room. Not nearly as badly as the first one, there were no further drugs involved after all, but the claw marks were still all over the place. They had changed from the whirlpool (which was, together with the fridge, one of the two objects that had survived the debauchery unscathed), to the bed of pillows, now a mass of spilled cotton stuffing, and basically just fucked everywhere.
The reason they had to stop was that Nathalia ran out of food. As long as they had something to eat, Nathalia had been able to bridge the pauses between John hardening up again with eating and Aclysia. It had also served John, who had to battle the resurging debuffs. This was a new kind of heavy duty fucking he was going through.
"This is it then," Nathalia stated and slammed the refrigerator so hard it toppled over backwards and reduced the whirlpool to the sole survivor of this sex session. "I have no more food, I am quitting this job."
