John, feeling a pang of guilt, pulled her into his arms and comforted her, saying, "Alright, I won't force you next time."
Sara leaned into his embrace, nodding obediently.
"Um, you should get dressed," she said, glancing at John's still-erect member. She swallowed nervously, feeling a wave of fear—she really couldn't take any more.
"Okay." John got dressed with Sara's help, putting on his equipment.
They didn't continue, and Sara remained nestled in his arms, her head occasionally nuzzling his cheek as she enjoyed the rare moment of tenderness.
"Husband, how long have you had the Fox Demon Curse?" Sara asked, something suddenly coming to her mind.
John thought for a moment. "It's been about a month, I think."
Sara lifted her head, her expression worried. "That long? Haven't you tried to get rid of it?"
