Welp lol

“Shucks. Today was tiring, to say the very least,” Alfyn sighed in relief as he stood in front of his home after an exhausting day of collecting ingredients, “well, I can rest now and spend time with Primrose.”

As he entered his home, the apothecary found no one inside, much to his bewilderment. Once he kicked his boots off to the floor and left his items on the table, he began his search for Primrose. 

“Primrose? Are you even home?” Alfyn called out to his love, making his way down the hallway until he noticed that his and Primrose’s bedroom door was partially open, “huh, I wonder.”

However, as Alfyn peered his face into the bedroom, his eyes were met at the sight of Primrose sprawling on their bed, but he noticed that she was completely nude, much to his shock. He then saw the myriad of jewelry that she decided to keep on, finding it to be quite arousing.

“S-shucks!”

“How quaint of you to arrive at such a convenient time, Alfyn,” Primrose commented sensually as she wiggled her finger to beckon him to her, “won’t you join me?”

Rather hesitant of her request, Alfyn proceeded to stammer in response. “S-shucks, Prim! Don’t you feel c-cold without anything on?”

“I’ve only been naked for at least an hour now. Knowing your patterns of when you arrive home, I wanted to give you a surprise welcome.” the dancer explained, smirking at Alfyn as he made careful steps to her bedside.

“T-to be honest, I dunno what to do.” he mentioned, sitting on the bed as his back was facing Primrose, fiddling with his thumbs.

Failing to sense the fumble of the bed, Alfyn had felt a pair of bare arms and the clinging of bracelets wrapping around his neck, as well as pair of breasts pressing onto his back, definitely not helping his case in the slightest.

“You humor me, love,” she murmured, delivering his neck a few soft kisses, “I think the both of us know as to what you have in mind.”

“Well, you’re not wrong at all. I was just astounded,” Alfyn admitted, grinning as he placed his hands onto Primrose’s soft ones, “Oh! I almost forgot.”

Before Primrose knew it, Alfyn had let go of her hold as he rushed away from the room, much to her confusion. However, a minute later, the apothecary returned back as his hands were wet.

“Sorry for the wait. I was out and about, and so my hands were dirty y’know.” Alfyn reasoned, giving out a hearty laugh before residing back to Primrose’s side.

Primrose let out a giggle as she brought her love down to her, his clothed crotch brushing near her leg. His forehead leaned towards her as the dancer wrapped her arms around his back. The two indulged themselves into a loving kiss. She fumbled with his jacket, urging for him to take it off along with the rest of his clothing. Alfyn broke away from the kiss as he got on his knees and proceeded to remove the layer of clothes from his torso.

“Thank you for the small show,” she teased as her fingers wandered to her pussy, her eyes monitoring Alfyn’s erection, “don’t suppose you can give me an encore?”

Getting the hint, Alfyn nodded at her request as he unbuckled the belt around his pants, removing them along with his underwear as his cock was left in full view, causing Primrose to lick her lips.

“S-staring at me for that long is kinda embarrassing, Prim.” Alfyn stuttered, looking away from her.

“Can’t help it, Alfyn dear.” Primrose commented teasingly, winking at him, “you still have to provide me more of the VIP treatment.”

Alfyn proceeded to hop on the bed as he embraced Primrose in his arms. The two went on to share a deep and loving kiss, their tongues venturing into each other’s mouths. Taking the initiative, the apothecary’s hand roamed from one of the dancer’s hips to the core of her pussy, gently rubbing on her folds, causing her to squeal in his mouth.

To retaliate back at Alfyn, Primrose decided to have a firm hold on his dick, stroking it to the point of him muffling as he closed his eyes.

“Y-yikes,” Alfyn muttered in surprise as he retreated his mouth away from Primrose’s, laughing sheepishly while his hand stood in place on the dancer’s slit, “your hold was a little rough.”

“Sorry, love. Let me make that up for you.” she apologized, smiling at him before trailing kisses on his neck as she scooted herself down to his pelvic region, nearing her goal.

“Just gonna say, I didn’t get a chance to fully wash myself.” he warned, catching his breath.

Primrose nodded her head sideways in humor. “I’m fully aware, but it’s not going to hinder me at the moment.”

Suddenly, before Alfyn could answer back, he felt the warm sensation of Primrose’s mouth engulfing his cock. He bit his lip as he tried to maintain his breathing. Primrose took a glance at her love, finding him in a state of euphoria as she heard his moans. She wrapped her fingers intricately at the base of his shaft, twirling her tongue around the glans before proceeding to take in his dick once more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Primrose asked him in a seductively delighted manner, one hand fiddling his balls while the other slowly stroked his member, “just know that I don’t give this kind of treatment to anyone but you, and only you.”

The dancer continued to suck on his cock as he struggled to maintain his composure, grasping onto the bedsheets in haste. He felt a built-up from his lower region, as though his release was coming soon.

“P-Primrose, here it c-“ Alfyn’s words were shut off as he spewed his sperm inside Primrose’s mouth without warning, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

He let out a few small thrusts before his movement died down. As the apothecary was trying to regain himself, Primrose took a moment to revel in his essence, cleaning up her mouth in the process.

“That was sweetening, to say the very least. However, the show has just started, Alfyn. Are you prepared?” the dancer questioned in mirth as she crawled back to his side, her hand tracing his abs.

In an instant, Primrose noticed the shift that rattled their bed as Alfyn crawled down to her lower half, his face in front of her glistening pussy. The tables had turned on the dancer as she braced for the next act of their show.

“And I hope to put up a good act, Primrose.” Alfyn stated earnestly as he began to lick the folds of her pussy.

She quelled the sounds of her moans by having her mouth completely shut, but to no avail as she let out a few noises in the room. Her eyes were half-way closed as she felt his tongue prodding its way inside the wet caverns of her slit.

“A-Alfyn…” Primrose muttered, squirming around the bed as she brought her hands to his hair, ruffling it as he continued his ministrations.

He didn’t say a word as he only focused on pleasuring Primrose. The apothecary decided to insert one of his fingers into her pussy, tentatively thrusting it inside her as he heard a loud shriek coming from the dancer.

“Easy there, Prim. Don’t want our neighbors to hear us, y’know.” Alfyn noted as he began to laugh.

“W-well, e-easy for you to s-say,” she countered as she wrapped her legs around his head, her anklets making contact with the back of his head, “but I want more.”

“Not somethin’ that I can’t handle.” he quipped with confidence as he smothered his face on Primrose’s slit, placing his hands on her thighs.

The dancer’s legs clutched onto Alfyn’s head for dear life. She knew to never underestimate his love despite his innocent and caring appearance. “H-how do y-you know my weak s-spots?”

She felt him chuckle from her lower regions until he disconnected himself from her, wiping his mouth with his forearm as he grinned at his love.

“I can read you like a book, Primrose. That sounded cheesy.” he answered as he collapsed on the bed.

Nodding in agreement, Primrose proceeded to get on all fours as she faced the bedframe, settling her hands on it as she tilted her head to face her love, her eyes desensitized by lust.

“Please try not to keep me waiting, Alfyn,” she pleaded, using her hand to open the folds of her pussy, “we’re just getting to the next part of the show.”

Alfyn’s dick grew hard again as he positioned himself behind Primrose, getting on his knees as he guided his dick towards her entrance, the tip brushing her slit. He then placed his hands on her hips as he thrusted into her, causing the both of them to moan in response.

“S-shucks, that felt a-amazing.” Alfyn whispered as he tried to keep his grin, unlike Primrose whose face was contorted.

N-no lie in that, A-Alfyn,” Primrose agreeded slowly, urging him for more, “make love to me.”

His thrusts had quickened as one of his hands trailed around Primrose’s back, observing how her facial expression was strained, even if her face was somewhat obscured from his sight. The inner walls of Primrose’s pussy wrapped around his dick, refusing to let go. Alfyn’s hands caressed Primrose’s hip bones, tracing the features as he pounded her. It wasn’t the first time that they’ve fucked in a position such as that but he couldn’t help but feel flustered for committing such a dirty act. But alas, it was part of their own personal show.

“Damn, you’re so i-incredible, Primrose.” he muttered, leaning his body so that his face could make contact with the back of her neck.

“T-thank you, love.” she agreed happily as she dragged his face for a kiss while he fucked her.

The sounds of their skin making contact along with their groans of pleasure infested their bedroom. Alfyn let out a guttural groan as his dick managed to hit one of Primrose’s weak spots in her pussy. He fondled her breasts with his hand, flicking one of her nipples as their kiss had perpetuated.

The two separated themselves away from their kiss as Alfyn reverted back to his original position, continuing to fuck Primrose to his heart’s content. Her movement was alluring, especially on how her hips swayed with every motion.

“Time to change positions, don’t you think?” he suggested, seeing her nod in agreement.

He then took his cock away from her pussy as he laid his head on the soft pillow, crossing his arms behind his back.

Primrose motioned herself to Alfyn’s lap, straddling his hips as she stroked his wet dick, noticing the cocky grin on her love’s face. “Getting a bit confident, huh.”

“Guess you can put it that way.” he simply stated, sighing in content.

“I see,” Primrose commented as she guided his dick to her slit, “shall we go on?”

He nodded wholeheartedly as she brought his cock back inside her once again.

“G-gods.” the dancer gasped, placing her hands on Alfyn’s abdomen as she rode him.

The apothecary let out a grunt as he helped her by thrusting upwards. He placed one of his hands on her thigh while the other ventured to the valley of her breasts, teasing them. She decided to gyrate her hips slow and sensual, and as a result, Alfyn’s eyes shot up in surprise, matching Primrose’s reaction from earlier.

“S-shucks.” Alfyn cursed out.

Not giving a care in the world or trying to suppress it, Primrose’s moans intensified. She enjoyed the feeling of his dick inside her pussy, as though they were connected as one. Alfyn stared on how her jewelry moved back and forth, finding it to be erotic; he had to thank her later for that. The dancer proceeded to remove her headband, letting her hair cascade down like a waterfall.

“You’re so beautiful, Primrose.” he affirmed, smiling at her weakly.

“Oh, y-you’re only flattering m-me, Alfyn,” Primrose teased, and then continued before Alfyn could interrupt, “I’m merely jesting you. I know that you fully mean it. As do I to you, my love.”

Alfyn’s arms encircled around Primrose’s back, bringing her down to him as his thrusts intensified. It seemed as though he was calling her name in a mantra.

“Primrose. Primrose.” he repeated.

“Yeah, t-that’s me, Alfyn,” she joked at him once again, pecking his lips with hers, “sorry. I just love jesting you.”

Alfyn brought his face to the crook of her neck, basking in her scent as he felt his release incoming. Alas, all shows had to come to an end, but more would be in bound in the future, and that was good enough for him.  

“I-inside. Can it be inside?” he asked, his face also contorted.

“Yes. Do it inside.” she commanded, delving the both of them back into a heated kiss.

His thrusts became rapid as he finally came inside her. Alfyn’s cum filled up Primrose to the brim, the latter noting a warm feeling from within her core. Once the apothecary’s thrusts had died down, the dancer hopped off from his dick, sprawling to her side as felt a bit of his cum leaking from her slit. She panted heavily, sweat mapping all over her body.

Alfyn decided to also collapse to his side, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he felt Primrose’s arm resting across his torso. Her legs brushed onto his as he brought her into a loving embrace.

“T-that was quite a show that we had going on, Prim.” Alfyn pointed out sheepishly, hearing Primrose laughing in response.

“Agreed. Y-you never cease to amaze me, love. Such vigor had me knocked off my feet.” Primrose replied, much to Alfyn’s embarrassment.

“Ok, now you’re flattering me.” he playfully retorted, rubbing the back of her shoulder blades with his hand.

“It’s true, dear.” the dancer defended herself, smirking at him afterwards.

“I know you do,” he stated, staring at her jewelry again, “good idea for you to wear nothing but your jewelry. It was pretty sexy, if ya ask me.”

“Does that turn you on, Alfyn? Oh my, who knew that you could have such a perverse mindset.” she teased, kissing him on the lips afterwards.

Alfyn merely shrugged in response, having no shame in hiding it. “It was alluring, can’t help it.”

Before Primrose’s eyelids grew heavy, she was able to mutter out a few last words. “I love you, Alfyn.”

“I love you, too, Primrose.” Alfyn responded back as he pulled her face to his chest as sleep had engulfed the two. Well, until Primrose had one more thing to say.

“Say, Alfyn?” the dancer wondered.

“Yes, Prim?” he replied, curious as to what she had to say.

The dancer mindlessly traced her finger on the apothecary’s chest, a smirk evident on her face. “What do you say we take a bath together after we wake up?”

A blush formed on Alfyn’s face, knowing full well of her intentions.

Ophilia had woken up to the feeling of a pair of arms encircling her frame, locked in a firm hold. She remembered the events from last night when she and Therion had united as one. The cleric simply smiled at the thought of turning Therion into a pile of mush from her touch during their heated moments.

She placed her hands on his, sighing in content as she felt his erection brushing on her rear. If Ophilia didn’t know any better, it seemed as though they had some unfinished business to deal with soon. Before she could drift to sleep again, a sudden movement from Therion had interrupted her plans.

“Morning to ya, Ophilia.” Therion greeted as his hands ventured down to her pussy, his fingers rubbing her folds.

“W-what a way to greet your wife, d-don’t you t-think?” Ophilia gasped, closing her eyes due to his touch.

Therion merely smirked as he guided a finger into her slit, grinding his cock around her rear. Feeling cruel, he proceeded to place kisses around her skin, nibbling the nape as well. He could hear her trying to suppress her moans, which reminded him that they should be a bit mindful to not disturb the children, though their room was a hallway across from theirs.

“T-Therion.” she whispered sensually.

“Moaning my name like that makes me even harder, you know.” the thief muttered in her ear, proceeding to nibble her earlobe.

Hoping to tease her more, he pulled his fingers away as his cock was sandwiched between her thighs, rubbing around her pussy. It was as though he could sense her pouting, annoyed that he was denying her of entry. Starting off the morning with foreplay was pleasurable to the thief, but he would assure that Ophilia was compensated afterwards. His cock was slowly thrusting in between her thighs, biting back the urge to curse as he buried his face on her shoulder.

“P-please…” she moaned, pleading for him to ravish her.

“Please what, Ophilia?” he repeated, one of his hands fondling her breasts, “you need to be a bit more specific.”

Relenting to his teasing, she began to specify her demands. “I-I want you t-to take me r-right now. Please don’t m-make me say more.”

Chuckling a bit, Therion positioned his dick right at the entrance of Ophilia’s pussy, kissing her neck once more. “Sorry for making ya endure such an ordeal, love.”

“Duly noted,” Ophilia commented, her inner core aching for his cock, “just hurry, please.”

“Very well.” Therion nodded as he entered inside her.

Therion lifted her one of her legs to gain easy access, his pace starting slow but quickened as he adjusted their positions, making love to her sideways. He leaned a bit in order to delve the two of them into a heated kiss, her reciprocating urgently. Her tongue entwined with his, their sounds intoxicating the room.

“T-Therion.” the cleric gasped as she broke away from the kiss, her mouth agape.

As though he was rejuvenated, Therion hastened his rhythm, desperate to give his wife what she yearned for. The sound of their skin making contact was music to his ears. Wanting to change their positions, the thief decided to fuck her in a missionary position, acknowledging the fact that it was her favorite sex position. He grabbed both of her hands, their fingers interlocking.

“F-fuck…” Therion let out as he brought his face down to the valley of Ophilia’s breasts, peppering them with loving kisses.

Ophilia curled her toes as she felt a jolt flowing through her body. The walls of her pussy held on to his cock, refusing to let go. When their hands broke off, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her husband down so that she could hug him.  Her legs encircled his waist, igniting his fuel to fuck her more.

“D-don’t let go.” he advised, his face hovering over hers.

“I-I wouldn’t dream of it.” she affirmed, a soft smile beaming at him.

Therion felt his cock twitching inside her pussy, causing his pace to go in rapid succession. He melted in his wife’s touch, his face tugged back down to kiss her.

“Ophilia, w-where do you want it?” he asked, his eyes struggling to keep themselves open.

“Inside. I-I w-want it inside.” she pleaded, her legs tightening even further.

With no restraint holding him back, Therion released his hot seed inside Ophilia, ensuring that she took it all. Her orgasm also followed suit. Ophilia tugged him back when he tried at pulling out. The thief bit the bottom of his lip in order to quell his guttural groan.

“L-let’s stay like this for a bit, please.” Ophilia uttered, sweat pouring from her body.

“As long as we take a bath afterwards.” Therion agreed, sighing in amusement.

“Thank you for enlightening our morning, Therion.” she thanked, kissing him on the cheek.

Therion and Ophilia had left their 6-year-old daughter Sophia in the care of Lianna as the couple had taken a small vacation to a resort over in the Frostlands for a week. It was a break from their usual responsibilities, and some quality time for themselves. Aside from partaking in recreational activities, their final night was a special occasion as they delved into risqué boundaries in their inn room, so to speak.

“A-ahh, Therion.” Ophilia moaned as she writhed on the bed, her eyes squinting in pleasure.

The thief had his tongue roaming around his wife’s slit, tentatively licking around the folds as he tasted her essence. He always told her that he had the self-proclaimed ‘magic tongue’, much to Ophilia’s chagrin.

“Moan my name more, Ophilia.” Therion demanded as he spoke in between giving her cunnilingus, his dick hardening every time she uttered his name.

Therion proceeded to insert one of his fingers as he brought his tongue near Ophilia’s clit, causing her to roll her head back on the pillow. It was tantalizing for her, to say the very least; she damned that man for making her melt to his touch. She brought her hand to his fluffy, white hair; ruffling his locks as she tried to stifle a moan.

“G-gods.” she uttered as she turned her head sideways, the sensation overwhelming her nerves.

“Do you want me that bad?” the thief teased before licking her pussy again as she nodded in response.

After retreating his finger from inside her slit, Therion had climbed onto the bed, a bit proud of his labor.

“You know, it’d be nice if you can tend to this little guy down here.” Therion suggested as he gestured to his hardened dick.

Ophilia merely nodded as she proceeded to crawl down to his crotch, with him making himself comfortable on the bed. She grasped his cock, noting as to how hard it was. Therion saw the glint in her eyes, akin to a hint of mischief.

“This needs some healing.” the cleric commented humorously.

Therion had almost burst into laughter until Ophilia started to lick around the tip, making him take back his word. He felt a tad terrible that their inn room would had to be defiled by their love but he threw the thought away as he saw Ophilia tending to his dick. Her tongue traced his shaft until she engulfed it whole. His body felt as an electric jolt had coursed from within as she stroked his cock.

“Pray do tell. Cait got your tongue?” Ophilia jested, giving the tip of his dick a light kiss.

“No but my lovely w-wife has something around her t-tongue.” he retorted, his teeth clenching.

Ophilia merely giggled until she bobbed her mouth on his dick, her teeth gently brushing on his shaft. Therion guided his hand to her lush hair, playing with the tresses as he let out a few small thrusts. However, his wife denied him of release, much to his disappointment.

“That’s c-cruel of you to toy with m-me like that.” Therion complained, slowly regaining his breath.

“Forgive me for doing so but,” she reasoned as she propped herself on the bed, getting on all fours so that her husband could see her rear in his view, “I want it in here.”

“W-woah. That was hot of you to say.” he commended as he got onto his knees, his hands placed on her ass.

“Love me, Therion.” Ophilia pleaded, her fingers playing with her clit.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” the thief reminded as his dick entered her pussy.

Although the cleric had tried to brace herself, her limbs almost collapsed on their own as her husband was fucking her from behind. She gripped tightly in the bedsheets for dear life, hanging her head low. Even though they had made love like that, it was still a tad embarrassing for her to partake in. 

“T-Therion.” she gasped, her toes curling.

The way their flesh made contact as well as the noise it generated turned Therion on to new heights, causing him to up the ante in his rhythm. He fondled her ass, marveling at how smooth it felt to his hands. He then leaned towards her until he proceeded to pepper the back of her neck with light to hard kisses, leaving a few marks along the way.

“You f-feel so good, O-Ophilia.” Therion whispered to her ear, his hands now gripping her breasts.

Wanting to taste his lips again, Ophilia tilted her head slightly until she brought her hand to his face, dragging it as their lips mashed together. Her tongue delved into his mouth, her moans perpetuating as his cock continued to pound her pussy. Both of them internally complimented on their lips having the slightest hint of apples.

The walls of her pussy clung on to his dick, signally for Therion that their time would soon come up.

“I-inside, right?” he uttered, closing his eyes.

“Y-yes but I want to s-see your face, p-please.” Ophilia insisted almost desperately.

Nodding in response, Therion removed his dick from her pussy as she weakly laid her back on the bed, her arms extended for him to beckon to her. He hovered over her as he plunged his dick into her again. The thief had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling of her arms encircling his neck as she clung to him for dear life, finding to be quite romantic, though he wouldn’t confess it to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, not wanting to let go of him.

“A-are you ready?” he warned, using his signature quote.

“I l-love you, Therion.” the cleric gasped as her hold tightened even more.

Therion claimed Ophilia’s lips once again as he began to release his seed inside her. She felt that oh so familiar sensation, her core enveloped with his cum. Her husband had collapsed on top of her after he ceased his thrusts, trying to maintain his composure.

The cleric rubbed circles around her husband’s sweaty back, a weak smile beamed directly at him.

“By the Sacred Flame, you did wonders, my love.” Ophilia praised as she pecked him on the cheek.

“Even during sex, you still continue to compliment me,” Therion jested as he turned to face her, his hand caressing her cheek, “but your praise is what keeps me going.”

“You flatter me, dear.” she teased playfully.

“D-damn. Your t-teeth brushed a little too rough.” Therion hissed as he wracked on the bed as his wife was down under, only being able to see a mop of blonde hair obscuring her face as she performed oral sex on him.

Ophilia was dressed in a risqué dancer outfit that was provided by her good friend Primrose, just enough to show off her well-defined curves, though she had eventually removed the lower portions of the outfit, leaving her pussy in open view. However, much to Therion’s bemoaning, she had restrained his hands on the bed as part of their agreement.

“You seem to be holding up well, Therion.” Ophilia teased playfully, stroking his wet cock as she placed a kiss on the tip.

“My hands are tied up as I’m my wife’s personal play toy. What more do I have to say?”  he pointed out, his teeth clenching as Ophilia brought her mouth back to his dick.

The cleric bobbed her head back and forth sensually, her tongue tracing the veins of his shaft. Her eyes were paying attention to Therion as he rocked his head in all directions, as though he was pleading to take control. However, she wasn’t’ having any of that, though she couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for his predicament.

“Ophilia, p-please.” Therion pleaded in a mantra, his hands struggling with the binds.

Ophilia didn’t paid any mind to his request as she intensified her pace, continuing to stroke his cock. Therion’s voice was heard around the room, and they were grateful that Sophia was out with her Aunt Lianna for the night. The cleric would assure that he’d get his moment, but not yet.

“Dammit, I-I gonna—” Therion had interrupted himself as he spewed his semen inside his wife’s mouth – “n-never mind.”

The warm and pungent liquid had caused the cleric to retreat from her husband’s cock, wiping her face as she took in all of his seed. She licked her lips in delight, watching her husband trying to regain his breath. Remembering Primrose’s words, the show had to go on. And so, she then settled to straddling on his lap, grabbing ahold of his dick, placing it near her pussy.

“I’m very grateful of you for your endurance, Therion.” Ophilia praised to her husband as she used her hand to reveal her breasts but without removing the chest garment completely.

“If you’re that grateful, then I’d be grateful if you remove these from me… please.” the thief jokingly countered, though he did pray that she’d undo the bindings from his hands as they yearned to touch her luscious body.

Ophilia nodded her head in a negative fashion, casting dread onto her husband. “No can do, my love. You’re just going to have to wait a bit longer.”

“Someday, you’re going to be the end of me.” Therion groaned in disappointment, conceding.

She merely giggled at his response as she plunged his dick into the wet caverns of her pussy, her eyes scrunching. “T-Therion.”

Therion bit his lip hard as he observed his wife riding him wildly, most likely desensitized to being in control. Although he found it to be quite out-of-character for her to act, it turned him on beyond comprehension. Should he encounter Primrose in his travels, he had to remind himself to thank her.

“N-not gonna sugarcoat it but this i-is pretty hot.” he complimented to her, his voice hitching.

The sounds of their skin making contact with each thrust drove Therion to his limits. Each moment was tantalizing as his hands were kept at a distance from his wife’s enticing body, as though she was a forbidden fruit for him to bear. He then felt Ophilia gyrate her hips, causing his dick to follow the same direction.

“Y-yes, just like t-that.” Ophilia commented absentmindedly, her hand playing with her breasts.

She used her other hand to trace the features of her husband’s body, most notably the scars that he sustained in his early life. The cleric closed her eyes to revel in the sensation, forming a soft smile that was directed at Therion. Letting go of her breasts, she wiped the sweat from her husband’s forehead before leaning her face down in order to kiss that particular area, her lips tasting a tinge of salt afterwards.

“Y-you minx…” Therion whispered, eyes focused on his wife’s.

“Only to you, Therion.” the cleric replied seductively as she leaned away from him.

Her orgasm incoming, she bounced rapidly as she tried to stifle her moans, her hand covering her mouth. It was a shame that it had to end so suddenly, but she prayed that her husband would want to continue further.

“I’m c-close.” she warned, pleading internally for him to release it inside her.

Therion rocked his head erratically as he moaned her name repeatedly. He had to admit that adding the binds into the mix did spice up the mood, even if it benefited her more so than him. The thief assured that he would return the favor back, that is if he had enough energy afterwards. He let out a few thrusts, feeling a fiery sensation coming from his groin. 

“T-take it all.” Therion said as his release became imminent.

Ophilia had elicited a loud moan that was heard in their room despite trying to suppress it with her hand. She felt his cum flowing inside her, giving her well deserved fill for the night. Her hair was drenched in sweat, and she made a mental note to wash her dancing outfit first thing in the morning.

Therion felt as though the wind was knocked out of him, struggling to breath properly. For good measure, he thrusted into her before giving up due to exhaustion. He sure did underestimate the power of his wife’s kinks.

“Phew. G-gotta hand it to you, Ophilia. You d-did a number outta me.” The thief gasped, amazed at Ophilia’s behavior.

However, Ophilia began to fluster to no end once she realized how vulgar she had been acting. “P-pray forgive me for being entirely indecent, Therion! You must be ashamed to see your wife in such a state.”

“Woah, easy there, Ophilia,” Therion countered abruptly, his expression turning soft, “I’m not saying that I felt disgusted by it. It’s quite the opposite, really.”

“You mean it?” Ophilia asked, her voice whimpering.

“Sure am. Who knew that you had such a sexy side behind closed doors. Plus, that dress sealed the deal.” Therion assured to his wife.

Ophilia felt calm after hearing his words of encouragement, even if it did fluster her a bit. “T-thank you, Therion. Guess I should undo the binds now.”

Once the binds were removed, enabling the thief to regain free control of his hands, the cleric anticipated for the next course of action. “Well then, it’s time for you to have your turn now. Do what your heart desires.”

“What my heart desires, huh?” Therion repeated amusedly as he had an idea pop into his mind.

Before Ophilia knew it, Therion had dragged her down to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her back. He then adjusted their positions until her face was nestled on the crook of his neck. She assumed that he wanted another round, but she didn’t expect that kind of response.

“This is quite contradicting to what I had initially thought.” Ophilia said surprisingly.

“Thought so, too, but I don’t mind cuddling for the night.” Therion answered, a smirk forming on his face. 

“Can’t go wrong with that.” she sighed in content as she placed her hand on her husband’s chest.

“But can I say something?” he brought up, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Pray tell.” Ophilia responded, waiting for his reply.

Therion proceeded to claim Ophilia’s lips with his, enveloping them in a loving kiss. After their lips separated, the thief had finally given his answer.

“You sure are a kinky woman.” Therion jested as he felt a light slap on his chest, causing him to chuckle as a result.