Elena gave out a sigh. She rolled around on his chest in a peaceful slumber. Her face filled with radiance and bliss. All the stress of her gang, problems with the local nobles. Things didn't matter after the past few hours. Although her problems still existed, her only concern was the comfortable chest she lay upon.
It filled her body with a comfortable ache. She desired to melt into his embrace, living like a naughty girl addicted to sex.
"Mmmnnn! So comfy!" She said like a chirping bird.
Vincent was still sleeping. This girl wasn't like Efrita. Maybe because she was half a daemon, it took more of his own Anima to help improve her body and place his own mark upon her. Down near her pelvis was the same mark all of his women had.
A few moments later, two girls entered the door after a gingerly knock.
