Marimo's body was like a portable heater keeping him warm all night as she hugged his body and refused to let go, which Lancelot didn't mind as her tits felt amazing when squashed against his chest.
The sunlight began to shine through the window as Morgana stretched, rolling away from his back with a cute yawn.
"To think I got lost in his charm and fell asleep hugging his back after my meal..."
She looked at the sleeping couple and was slightly jealous of how happy Marimo looked.
The slight doubt and exhaustion from her face were now completely gone, replaced with a happy and relaxed aura.
Morgana leaned over Lancelot before she kissed his cheek, feeling a large amount of his vitality instantly sucked into her, filling her with a sense of euphoria and bliss. Yet, her eyes narrowed into delighted crescent moons.
"He's almost able to endure it!"
