"Yes, you ridiculous Dragon. I'll be your wife."
Phei kissed the yes off her tongue like a vow, shoved himself as deep as her little pussy could take, and held her there — dick buried to her limit, leftover cock pressed wet between them, her tits crushed to his chest, her legs locked around his waist — while the answer settled between them like heat and something far softer.
The happiness that moved through Phei was quieter than the lust surrounding them and somehow much stronger.
He pressed his forehead against hers: "My wife."
Soraya's eyes softened: "Your wife."
Something within Phei answered as the Living Soul Mark awakened.
