Killorn was an insatiable husband. By the time they were done, there were marks all over her skin, her legs twitching every second, and his seed planted far too many times inside. Even so, she kept to her virtues. She didn't dare to address him by his name, even when he put her in enough positions for her body to go slack.
Killorn drained her energy, but filled her thoroughly. Even now, as Killorn bathed her, she was slipping in and out of consciousness. He patiently cleaned her, his lips curled at the discoloration of her skin. She was filled with his love bites and areas that'd be red for at least half a week. He nuzzled his face into her soaked hair, but she barely responded.
"Ophelia, my lovely wife," Killorn kissed her forehead tenderly. He helped dry her off, but she could barely stand. He was thorough in his aftercare, first massaging her thighs and then her arms.
