Seiji woke up, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Today marked the last day he could stay in the village before the quest demanded he leave. He stretched, his muscles rippling beneath the blankets, and glanced at Mari, who was moving quietly in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
Her son, now fully healed, sat at the table, happily chattering away. Mari smiled at him, but there was a tiredness to her expression that even Seiji noticed. Her body had been through so much these past few days. He had claimed her every night, in every corner of the house—bathroom, living room, kitchen—it didn't matter. Wherever and whenever he desired her, she gave herself to him, fully, without hesitation. She allowed him to take what he wanted, and every time he left her sore, satisfied, and filled with his seed.
