You own me like whispers in poetry

He tasted his Ignita, he enjoyed what he did to her. He loved to tease her, and bring her howls of ecstasy as she climaxed. And then, just because he could, he did it again. She was a helpless victim beneath him as he claimed her with his tongue with the experience earned every time he worked her. He worked her until she was boneless and limp, and then he shuffled down against her, pulling her onto his chest.

Feeling her limp, happy state as he kissed her cheek. “Sleep, my love, my dearest.” he whispered in her ear. There would be things for them to do in the morning, he needed to pick up her training, push her and push her, because she no longer had her herbs as back up and he would fill her until she was ripe with puppies. She had some challenges to win yet.

-time skip-?