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"Worst kiss I ever had," Willy said. "I didn't know if you were trying to kiss me or slobber into my mouth."

Raina could only hang her head in shame. Her head hurt and accounts of her actions the previous night made it hurt even more. Willy gave her a foul-smelling concoction. "Drink," he ordered.

Raina tried it and nearly vomited. "Drink," Willy told her.

Raina crunched up her face. "This is horrible!"

"It will make that headache vanish as quickly as a snap." He snapped his fingers.

Raina drank, constantly fighting her gag reflex. She felt her head lighten even before she emptied the glass.

She swung her head from side to side. The headache was completely gone. She was as fine as she had ever been. Except for the bitter taste in her mouth. "What was that?"

"It's a secret Karkbhurg family recipe."

"You are a Lamanbhurg now."

Willy nodded. "Yes. About that. Do you really love me so much or was that just drunken rambling?"

"I said that?"

"That was not my question."

Raina hung her head and twiddled her thumbs. Why did I drink so much?

Willy cradled her head and looked into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pumped just a little bit faster. She felt warmer, almost feverish but not quite there. And those gray eyes... She wanted to swim in them. She felt the indentation each of his fingers made on her chin... She felt her lips part.

Raina didn't know who moved first. In one moment, she was fidgeting with her hands. In the next, they were all over Willy's neck and head, pulling him closer and ruffling his hair as their lips tangled with a ferocity and passion Raina had never felt before.

Willy put both his hands around her and Raina deepened the kiss, feeling him, tasting him. He tasted of all the good things. Of savory meat and wine and cake. Her hands traveled all over his body even as their tongues tangled.

Raina's extremities were tingling. The tips of her fingers and toes, her nipples, even the junction of her thighs. She ruffled his hair and massaged his neck, shoulders, and chest as they kissed.

For his part, Willy took his hands on a tour down her back and arms, fondling and brushing, matching her passion with every touch.

The sensations Raina was feeling mounted, rising ever higher, like drumbeats during a parade, approaching a crescendo that felt like the high note of a choir.

First, her toes curled, then her fingers. Then her hands went numb. Her body quivered. She let out a quiet cry and tried to swallow his tongue.

She felt like her entire body had been dipped in wine, washing all her worries away. Everything felt perfect. She was filled with euphoric joy.

She wanted to scream about her joy from the mountaintops but did it in Willy's mouth. She wanted to dance until her feet fell off. She did all that dancing in his arms. Waves of pleasure tore through her. She felt like a goddess, ascending to the heavens while multitudes cheered below.

Raina broke away from the kiss. She was panting as if she had just run for a thousand miles. Her extremities still tingled. A residual wave of pleasure tore through her as she tried to straighten her toes.

For the first time in her life, her mind was completely empty. It felt like a cool breeze was blowing through it. Every part of her body was sensitive. Her hands were paralyzed, feeling like blocks of wood knotted around Willy's neck.

Willy smiled at her. "I love you too, Raina." Raina kissed him again. It was all she wanted to do. She kissed him until her lips grew sore. Then she kissed him some more.

Raina squealed, giggled wildly, and turned onto her back in an attempt to get away from him. Willy was on top of her in an instant, pinning her arms above her head, his lips mangling hers.

She closed her eyes and opened her lips to let him in, kissing him so hard that she forgot to breathe. She paused to pull in a ragged breath and went right back to it.

His left arm kept her hands pinned while his right traveled down her body, making her sigh and draw in sharp breaths as it went past her neck, closed around her breast, and started kneading.

His fingers were strong and callused but his touch was gentle. It inflamed her entire body. She felt like her skin was searing and every single one of her nerves tingled.

She wanted him to touch every part of her. She also wanted him in her. She felt a pulsating sensation between her legs and the pooling of moisture.

They were both naked. They had just made love less than an hour earlier. His stiff member throbbed against her rib. He opened her legs with one knee and she spread them wide for him.

Raina's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he slid into her. He stayed still and kept kissing her. A frustrated Raina started bucking her hips. She had a deep itch and she wanted him to scratch it. She sighed as he finally began moving.

His strokes were slow and gentle but Raina wasn't in the mood for tender lovemaking. They had done that already. Now she wanted to be pounded into the ground. She bit his lip and he got the message.

"I want to touch you," she whispered. Willy let go of her arms and she wrapped them tightly around him.

His hips quickened and the air was soon filled with sounds of his pelvis slapping against hers, interspersed with Raina's very unladylike moans, grunts, and screams of pleasure. But she didn't hear any of it. The sensations inside her were too intense for her to focus on anything coming in through her ears.

Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body. She floated on a sea of warm milk that rose ever higher. She felt caresses all over her body, inside and out. Nothing mattered but Willy. Her lover. Her husband. Her god. He became one with her. There was no him or her. They were one being.

Raina rose increasingly higher until floodgates of pleasure burst open and swept her into the heavens. The ground shook and mountains quaked. Or maybe it was just her body. Raina didn't know the difference and didn't care. If you had asked for her name, she wouldn't have known it. A thousand flowers bloomed in her head. She could taste blue and red, touch the wind, smell the gods...

She came down slowly, first panting, then shivering. She felt a slight chill as Willy rolled off her and lay beside her. She snuggled against him to reclaim some of the lost warmth.

Ninety-four, Raina updated her mental count. It had been a month since her husband returned home after a two-year absence. And in that month they had made love ninety-four times.

Raina had never been as happy as she was now. The war was over. Willy was hers forever. She was euphoric, sated, and… "Oh!" Raina gasped and spasmed as a residual wave of pleasure tore through her.

Willy pulled a sheet over her. A moment later, the door burst open and Little Baxtyrn ran in. "Mother! Father! See what I made!" He was holding a sharpened stick.

"What's that supposed to be?" Raina asked.

"A sword," Willy answered for the boy.

"Yeeees!" Baxtyrn cheered. Then the child frowned. "Why are you sleeping? It's not nighttime."

"Your father has a snake stuck in his hand," Raina said. "Do you want to see it?"

"Nooooo!" Baxtyrn screamed in horror and ran out.

"Snake?" Willy asked.

Raina shrugged and scrunched up her face. "I don't know. I had to think quickly. He hates snakes."

"You should have come up with something better than a snake."

"Did you want me to tell him your snake was in me?" Raina teased.

"That's disgusting!" Willy said. Moments later, he was mauling her. Raina let him. She wanted him again. On her. In her. All over her. "We should lock the door," Willy suggested as he thrust into her.

"We should," Raina whispered hoarsely then closed his mouth with hers and knotted her legs around his waist.