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The prince tries to keep going, pushing harder and deeper, but the stranger is nearly completely spent. He lies on the bed, breathless and unable to move, his body trembling from exhaustion.

The prince leans in close, gazing at the stranger’s face from his point of view. The flushed cheeks, the traces of pleasure across his skin—it all makes the prince smirk with satisfaction.

“Damn… that was so incredibly hot,” the prince thinks as he slowly rises. “I think that’s enough for now.”

He leaves the stranger lying on the bed, completely drained, and walks toward the wall, resting against it for a moment as his own heartbeat slowly calms.

“I should probably head to the bathroom…” he muses to himself. “Time to clean myself up.”

With one last glance at the stranger, who is already drifting off into a deep, satisfied sleep, the prince quietly leaves the room. The sound of running water soon fills the air as he steps into the bathroom, letting the warmth of the steam wash over his body.