Ramiel walked up to the sleeping Asme and subtly picked her up. In doing so, he was careful not to wake her. The horned beauty intuitively rubbed cheek against her lover's chest and tenderly wrapped tail around his hand. In a way, this was the ritual that she performed every morning.
Asme lifted her half-asleep eyelids. Her bloodshot pupils were clouded, and all she could see were strands of her hair with Ramiel's face poking through.
" Ramiel ... hold me ... " - Asme's tongue was tangling, but it was understandable. It's morning, and she had just woken up. After a while, a pleasant warmth warmed Asme, bringing a charming smile to her lips. Like any woman, Asme loves to be pampered. Maybe she would even forgive a man for his little transgression.
Asme's request wasn't one of the easiest. It's difficult to carry someone and hug him simultaneously, but Ramiel somehow got out of it.
