Leona's breath felt hot against the fabric of his training shorts, her lips brushing the swollen outline, straining against them. She traced a slow circle with her fingertip across the bulge, her emerald eyes fixed upward, glittering with playful challenge.
"It's huge, did you get this excited fighting me?"
Nikolai's muscles tightened, flexing his abs with unsteady breaths, black aura still curling faintly around his frame. For a moment, he only stared down at her, his wife, his huntress, his equal... kneeling willingly after matching him blow for blow.
"You're insane," he muttered, though the rough voice betrayed more lust than protest.
"Mmmm?" Leona hummed, dragging her nails lightly down his thighs. "You've said it yourself, didn't you? A wife has to keep pace with her husband On the mat…"Her lips pressed to his clothed cock, kissing it through the fabric. "…and off it."
He held his breath for a moment.
