Chris was lying on the bed and holding his hips with his hands. The delicate skin of his thighs was covered in kisses, bites and redness, after a long stormy night.

Chris: A harmful succubus ! I told you not to leave any traces and be gentle! Is that how I'm going to get out of bed now???

Chris was indignant and moody, like an offended child, although he liked everything in the very process of sex, but the consequences infuriated him.