It'll Be Alright

[WARNING: The following contains heavy sexual content.]

Killorn carried Ophelia straight to their bedroom in the broad daylight. He was an insatiable man as always, tossing his wife upon the bed and stripping her instantly, then tossed his belongings in the same pile, leaving her no room even to bother changing her mind.

"No more trickery this time," Killorn warned her, his voice devoid of any amusement. He refused to tolerate her disappearing on him. "Alright?" His tone had thickened with arousal, his body growing rigid in an attempt to wrestle control of his mind.

"O-of course," Ophelia promised, peering up at him in all of his mass. He was a formidable sight as always, rippling with muscles, and dripping with power. He lowered, kissing her softly as his tongue slid inside effortlessly. She released a soft noise of surprise, as she grew feverish from his desires.