There was no lust in my actions. All of it I used just to make myself hard so I could actually do what I was supposed to do.
My soul was filled to the brim with worry and fear so there was no space left for any lust in there.
And yet, against all the odds, I continued to grind my hips to and fro, hoping that the sensation I had to abstain from for a while would be enough to make my flesh fulfill its evolutionary purpose.
'How is she doing?' I thought, allowing myself a glimpse into Mia's state once I rekindled enough excitement from the pleasure I felt all over my body.
For the time being, Mia's situation stabilized a little. The energy produced from clashing the tiny bits of our yin and yang-oriented mana was just sufficient enough to offset the damage caused by the unnatural stretching of her limits.
Relieved by the tiniest, a little bit, I allowed myself some more room for excitement.
Fck me, why do I have periods where I'm fine working hard everyday but only at the cost of periods where I'm lazy as fuq? Is this some sort of a vicious circle when I can only work hard once enough self-detest accumulates?