The four days passed.
Mart opened his blue eyes.
"Not fully, but I've recovered," he thought.
Beside him, Menna slept, dressed in a light black demonic silk dress.
She slept on her side, holding Mart's left arm.
He embraced her; her body was warm, and her large breasts pressed against him.
"Mart," she said sleepily.
Outside, the sun was about to set.
In a few hours, the Grand Ceremony he had organized alongside the highest-ranking demons within his marquisate's organization would take place.
"I'm fine," he said, kissing Menna.
A wet, deep, and intimate kiss.
"I'm glad to have you; don't worry about our enemies. In the future, even you will be able to destroy them," he told her.
Menna nodded and then kissed Mart again.
...
She sat across from him, her beautiful, sensual thighs on either side of his waist.
Warm thighs with soft, white-beige skin.
[Lust Trait activated]
She looked at him with mischief and desire.
"That's you—my Menna," he said, caressing her cheek.
