A searing flame burst through Nikolai as he recovered from the temporary breakthrough thanks to the cocktail his lovely wives fed him.
Heat spread through his muscles, tearing, reshaping and restoring them several times a second, each regeneration more perfect than the last. A sharp jolt of energy followed, zapping his nerves and flesh.
"Ugh...!"
In agony, he bit his tongue, deeply sinking his fangs into the flesh and forced himself to endure. Until a familiar scent suddenly filled his nose.
"Dear husband~ are you ready for your reward?" Kumiko's delighted voice echoed as she released a high-pitched hum.
"Wha—t?"
As he spoke, his lips brushed against something soft and warm; the faint scent of apricot shampoo and cotton. Kumiko's odour filled his nose, causing blood to surge towards his cock, increasing the painful throbbing that kept growing.
Warmth.
Tenderness.
So comfortable, he wanted more.
