He fucked her straight through her orgasm, prolonging the sensation until pleasure crossed into overstimulation and she was sobbing and clawing at his shoulders, begging incoherently.
"Please please please—hnnngh~!—can't—aahh~!—too much—HHNGH~!"
"You can," he corrected, finally slowing his thrusts but not stopping. "And you will. We have a long way to go, wife."
The change in rhythm gave her a moment to catch her breath, to process what had just happened. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, oversensitive and trembling, every nerve ending screaming.
And yet... she could feel something else.
Something 'changing' deep inside her, where his cock was still buried. A faint warmth spreading from her core, like the first rays of sunlight after an endless winter.
Her damaged dantian was responding to him.
"I can—hngh~!—I can feel it~!" she gasped, silver eyes widening with wonder despite her tears. "Something's—ahhh~!—happening~!"
