Some women, upon their victory in a battle, want nothing more than to continue hurting – continue punishing their rival. Others however, exhausted by the feud, and elated by the ending of it, will set their earned moments of freedom on mending and healing all that has been damaged and broken by they and their beaten opponent. And mirrored in she who has been bested, so great is the expectation of continued pain and torment, that a gentle touch, a sensual caress, and the feeling of tongue against clit is more than enough to break down any lingering resentments and quell any resonant hate.
Exhausted
