She lowers herself onto him and it always feels so GOOD. "My Skellig," she growls, shifting her hips to tease them both.

"Such a fine husband, you are. None better," she praises him as she starts to ride him.

"When the time comes, on our way home, going to have so much fun with you in my temple for those two days," she gasps, though there's still that hint of a growl. 'Maybe tie you to my altar, ride your cock just like this. Would you like that?"