Hushed giggles of excitement and joy filled a corner of the ever-so-silent castle library. Elvira was pleasantly surprised to get pinned to a desk by a good boy like Wivior. The love of her life may be against cruelty and other related sins, but he was one naughty devil in lovemaking.
Wivior's mouth ardently traveled about Elvira's neck. He covered every inch of it with warmth and passion. She had her lips tightly pressed together to muffle her insuppressible soft moans. Having her neck eaten by her husband felt different and better in so many ways. He might be a bad boy for the moment. However, the goodness of his heart had urged him to respectfully move the librarian's things elsewhere using magic before putting his bride on the desk.
