The sun rose in the city. For most, the day hadn’t even started yet-- many were still in bed, enjoying the warmth of their blankets, but for others, this was the start of a productive day.

In a middle-class home-- one made of sturdy wood with a stone foundation and laid mahogany floorboards-- two Lizardmen, one an adult male and the other his precious daughter, awoke early, for their work was long and arduous, but at the very least, fruitful. The two, having shared a bed in the early morning, awoke at around the same time, and spent some quality time together before the older of the duo carried the other through and into the kitchenette, where he placed her on the edge of the table so he could turn towards the stove. Sometimes, his daughter would cook, but the vast majority of the time, it was his responsibility.

“Same as usual?” He asked her with a wide smile, and she hummed her approval, still waking up somewhat. He strode to the pantry and began collecting a variety of things: still fresh bread from the day before, a handful of different meats, and some fruit they had picked up from the market stalls late last night. A sandwich and an assortment of berries, rich in protein, was the best thing for his growing daughter, and for him as well, whose work was labour-intensive.

As he stood and shook around meats in a cast-iron skillet, the aroma of them filling the air as he flipped and pressed them over a magic-stone-operated cooking unit-- luxurious, but affordable with their income-- his daughter Filia considered the paperwork. She thumbed through documents that had been pushed under the door earlier in the morning, when the roaming couriers made their rounds. It was a luxury beholden only to the less impoverished districts, of which they were lucky to be a part.

“Anything interesting?” The older of the two, Crius, asked as he cooked.

“Invoice for those supplies 2 nights ago...” She replied, reading through parchments and scrolls. “Tax report for the month...oh, Tez sent us a letter.”

“A report?”

“Just catching up. She was in the Lybia Forest raid last week.”

“Mm...” Crius hummed. “We’ll be expecting her in a couple of days, then. Casualties?”

“None. Pulling in Vic was a good move.”

“Good.” Crius turned, their breakfast plated, and the two sat across from one another on comfortable stools as they ate, tails flicking behind them. It was a customary and simple breakfast shared between them, and they often spoke about paperwork over their morning meal-- their lives were, after all, rather busy. The morning was short, but the most uneventful time of the day; the second they stepped foot out of their front door, they’d be busy until sundown.

From their home, Crius and Filia walked down from their home in the relatively well-off part of the city towards the location of the Adventurer’s Guild. There, nestled between a grubby cabin filled to the brim with dungeon artifacts and a small private-owned store for fine silks, was Crius’s leatherworking station, one that he didn’t have open every day, but one that was well-known enough for people to come seeking him out regularly. It was called ‘Crius Leathers’, and it was one of his prides and joys.

The Lizardman had a particular knack for treating leathers and the unwinding of magical items, be it scrolls, bags of holding or enchanted armour, and they went to open their store, there were people already waiting-- adventurers, mostly, but some merchants too. Crius told them to wait for about 5 minutes so he could get settled, before he sat down at his main spot behind the counter and let Filia wander around the store. His actual station was in the back, but anyone coming in wouldn’t see him working on it until later.

The first of their clients was a brutish Dragonborn, lizardly like him, but broad-shouldered rather than slender. Like others who came before him, he had a particular custom order, as someone who was a barbarian and required something that was, unfortunately, more revealing but also less constricting than standard plate armour. He was thankful that Crius was pliable to his request at first and he tried to give him the full specifications of what he needed; shoulder guards were a necessity, but he only needed a couple of straps across his chest to hold an emergency dagger up against his pec, and nothing more. He tried to describe more when Crius held his hand up.

“I don’t have the time to make you a full set today.” The Dragonborn gawked at Crius’ words, and he leaned over the counter, hanging his head.

“I’m going on a raid in a couple of hours...” The Dragonborn grumbled. “Is there any chance I can pay you extra to rush the project?”

“It’s not a matter of money...it’s the actual time it’ll take. I have other clients to serve. I can’t fast-track you.” Crius tapped his claw on the counter as the Dragonborn ruminated over his words.

“Alright. I’ll manage for today, but let me put in the request.” The Dragonborn sighed, and Crius nodded, letting him continue. Their discussion moved from chestplate-- or straps, in the Dragonborn’s case-- to armguards, shinguards and coverings for the top of his feet, then onto leather faulds or chaps. In the end, for some of what he requested, he needed Crius’s insight, and the Lizardman had to come out from behind the counter to inspect him. The Dragonborn was used to being sized up by Blacksmiths, but it was his first time dealing with a leatherworker, and he awkwardly did a spin on the spot to show off all the necessary parts of himself as Crius stepped around him, using a piece of rope to measure in places. Somewhere in the blur of movements, the Dragonborn took note of a variety of other customers, maybe around 3 or 4...

“I think we can work something out.” Crius eventually told the Dragonborn, who lit up with approval and relief. “However, I’ll need a down payment. I don’t recognise your face, so this must be your first time? You ordered any custom armour before?”

“Uh, no...” The Dragonborn scratched his head. “What do you need? Gold up front? Materials?”

“That depends on you,” The Lizardman’s tail brushed against the floor as he moved back behind the counter, and the Dragonborn noticed that he seemed to pause, looking down, before taking his seat, reaching under for a moment or two before bringing out a parchment and a magical quill-- fancy stuff. “If you want me to get the materials for you for something special, that’ll take longer, but if you’re fine with simple leather, I have some of it in the storage rooms at the back. I’ve got...Mmh.”

There was a momentary pause of silence as the Dragonborn watched Crius look down at the parchment and visibly clench, before he let out an exasperated sigh. He scribbled a bit more, and his tail whacked against the floor, making dull thudding sounds. For a moment, the Dragonborn was apprehensive-- he seemed rather annoyed.

“Everything alright?” The client asked after a few moments, and the owner looked up at him with a gaze before looking back down at the parchment.

“No, no...just still waking up,” He grumbled. “Remembering measurements and stock supplies at the same time...work better suited to mages.”

“Ah. Right, of course.” The Dragonborn chuckled in response, though he didn’t really get it. That tail thumped again and dragged across the floor with a shifting sound.

“Alright, well...from what I remember, we currently have mostly standard cow-tanned leather...simple stuff, it’s the cheapest, it’ll get the job done. If you want something lightweight to help you swing around that big axe of yours...” The Dragonborn had flexed the axe earlier to show off his standard posture. “You’re probably going to want Fire Salamander leather. They’re big and stupid, but they have some of the sleekest leather you can get around, at an affordable price. The heat resistance is nice too.”

“Okay...” The Dragonborn shifted on the spot, considering the cost. “Do you have that?”

“Yeah, we got in a shipment a couple days back, actually...” He tapped his claws on the counter again and gritted his teeth, before he sighed again. “My assistant does most of the paperwork, so I’ll figure out the details with her later, but if you give me 200 gold as a deposit, I can start work on it tonight and have it done in...3 days? You don’t have anything else going on, right?”

“No, no...” The Dragonborn mumbled. “I didn’t realise it would take that long.”

“I’m a master at my craft.” The Lizardman flashed his teeth and the Dragonborn grinned back. “Do your raid, but afterwards stay in town. Here.”

The Dragonborn barbarian watched as Crius reached under the counter, fumbling around for a moment as his eyes searched blankly and his maw stretched into a thin line, before pulling out another piece of parchment, quickly writing something down. He placed it in front of the Dragonborn, where Crius had written a price at the bottom, and had the Dragonborn list out some personal details, namely his age and current place of residence, before Crius took it from him and double-checked all that he needed. The Dragonborn appreciated how thorough the leatherwork was-- he’d never really used such a service before-- and was relieved to hand off the gold deposit, a tidy sum that would take him a couple of weeks to earn, knowing that his armour would be finished in no time. 

With that, the transaction was complete. As the Dragonborn turned to leave, a snarl came from behind him that caught him by surprise, and when he turned, Crius had a hand on his forehead, his head bowed down.

“Are you alright?” The Dragonborn tentatively asked, and Crius stiffened slightly before raising his head.

“Ah...it just pains me to send you off unequipped. I...I just remembered I made some leather armour for someone recently that you could borrow in the meantime, if they’re not using it. Head down to the Luscious Reptile down the street and look for Latro. He’s a bard, but sometimes goes out on hunts...you two are of similar build.”

“Oh, really? Alright then. Thank you, Crius.” The Dragonborn nodded and gave him another quick bow before he turned, pleased for the help. He sauntered out of the place with the intention of heading to the tavern right that second-- he had a raid to get to soon, after all. The store continued to take customers long after his departure.

With that, Crius and Filia handled other customers, with Filia available to assist some people around the store, having been busy before when Crius was dealing with the Dragonborn client. She spoke with a feline who didn’t seem sure on what he wanted, and she invited him into the back rooms of the store, so she could see some Crius’ in-progress works up close and get a better idea of what he’s looking for, which he seemed to greatly appreciate. As the feline was led back there, Crius asked her to bring forward Trax’s order-- the courier to pick it up was due sometime soon, probably any minute if they weren’t careful, and she assured him she’d bring it. She came with it moments later, and she ducked under the counter placed it beneath for later, before she disappeared again into the back.

During that time, Crius dealt with a couple of other customers as he drummed his claws on the table and thought to himself; the two customers he dealt with were looking for his usual easy-made leathers, one a satchel and the other just a harness for their quiver, and he handed them off and was paid without even having to think too much about it.

After not too long, a courier came from a city off to the south, arriving on behalf of an individual called Trax-- the very same courier he was waiting on. He was collecting something from Crius’ workshop-- a leather pouch made to specific specifications, and Crius had been paid handsomely in advance for its magical properties. Crius rummaged around underneath, huffing under his breath and taking longer than he should before he pulled it out from under the counter, looking down into a box before snapping it up, wrapping it up and passing it over. The courier gave him a handy tip for a speedy transaction.

The remaining two customers for an otherwise busy morning were short and sweet, mainly coming in to purchase simple make leather that Crius sometimes made in his spare time-- tail bags, satchels and armguards were the most popular items for their versatility and use, and hunters especially tended to go through armguards too often. They paid the full amount without any haggling, though the last one took some convincing to part with their gold, before Crius was free to relax for a while. Filia came out with the feline not too long after, who paid quickly for a set of Orc leather pants and then left without much conversation.

With that, their roles switched. Crius had Filia man the counter so he could go back to his workshop in the back. He was there for what had to be a handful of hours, in a place where he often lost track of time, before Filia came knocking on the door.

“Customer for you,” She told him. “Custom order.”

“Alright.” Crius strode out to the main room of the store, where he came face to face with a gaunt-looking man dressed in a cloak, with the intention of obscuring himself. It must be around midday by now, and the man didn’t want to be seen, but his fluffy tail at the bottom of the cloak was noticeable, as was his orange and grey muzzle poking out from the front.

“I’m looking to make a purchase,” He asked as Crius came to sit down, and Filia disappeared from sight, though the fox wasn’t paying attention. “I need a custom order bag of holding. The Pocket Special.”

The fox could see Crius briefly stiffen, his tail flicking against the floor, and the fox withered ever so slightly at the intense stare from the Lizardman. He must have irritated him with his remark, but he was sure he’d said the right thing-- there was no mistaking the Lizardman was someone who sold illicit magical items, namely bags of holding intended for kidnapping...it wasn’t the only thing he sold, but it was what the fox needed for his mission.

“I’ll pay,” The fox quickly added, reaching into his cloak. “A lot. And if you have one of those ‘Rigid Armours’...”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The fox could see the Lizardman glancing at something to the side, and the Fox turned his head so he could look from the edge of his hood. Someone was standing nearby, though they weren’t paying attention, analysing a finely made leather bag sitting on one of the shelves set up around the store.

“Either way...” The Lizardman clicked his tongue and hissed slightly under his breath. “I have a special list of clientele for the more luxurious goods...I can’t sell them to just anybody.”

“Will this suffice?” The fox reached out a hand and opened it to reveal a small metal insignia, displaying it to the Lizardman. The owner of the store put a hand over the fox’s own and clenched, encouraging him to close his fingers back over it.

“You should have just shown that in the first place,” The Lizardman grunted. “Alright. But not here. I’ll drop it off at the usual spot later.”

“The usual...?” The fox didn’t know what he meant, and with a sigh, the Lizardman took out a parchment under the counter and wrote on it, before pushing it towards him. The fox grabbed it, recognising an address written down, along with directions, and he stuffed it in his cloak shortly thereafter before anyone saw it. Understanding without even speaking, the fox gave the store owner a quick, courteous bow before he left the store.

The rest of the day wasn’t any more eventful than that-- in fact, it actually became so quiet in the evening that Crius closed up the shop and left with Filia. It likely had to do with the raid the Dragonborn was going on later that day, and Crius had spent more than enough time working on armour sets in the back. After locking up, their afternoon took a direction towards the Adventurer’s Guild, where Crius left Filia for a moment to go and do some other errands whilst she checked out the bounty board. It was a regular occurrence for them, and many at the guild recognised Filia as she entered and headed on up to the expansive board tacked with various parchments.

The young female Lizardman, half Crius’ height but with more than enough spunk, spent some time perusing before talking to the person at the counter, whom she knew pretty fondly-- she was a tabaxi girl, short and sweet, and the two were good enough acquaintances to be considered friends, having seen each other around often. The tabaxi girl gave Filia the information she needed; naturally, the Lizard girl often came to her looking for insider information on upcoming dungeons available for raiding, and sometimes Filia asked about specific leathers, namely for Crius, who worked with all manner of materials for leather-working. After some idle chit-chat, Filia was given a package by the tabaxi, filled with a variety of magic scrolls that she had definitely legally purchased for use with Crius’ work, before she left-- her business for the evening was done, so she just had to wait for her dad.

He was gone longer than expected, but he showed up in the end, coming back after a couple of hours. Filia had plenty of time to enjoy herself, however, and spent it hanging around the patrons at the guild, talking to some of them and getting a little bit of information or two, alongside making some friends. When Crius eventually returned to pick her up, Filia was ready to go, and the two went from the guild district back to their little home.

“Did you get everything done that you needed to?” Filia asked nonchalantly as they walked.

“And then some,” Crius glanced down at him, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his side as they walked. “Let’s hurry home. I have some things I want to take care of.”



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“That’s it, good girl...”

Crius plunged with all the enthusiasm he could muster, burying himself deep against his daughter’s tight little slit, and the girl arched her back, breathing a sigh as she lifted her arms and clutched the blankets of their shared bed above her head. Above her, the tall, adult Lizardman pressed deep, his bulbous knot pressing dangerously against her entrance, which could so easily open up for him if he just put in a little more force...but in that moment, he tugged back, relishing the feel of her snug cunt clenching around his cock as he withdrew.

“Thought you could tease me today without a little payback, hm?” Crius growled, licking his lips and lidded his gaze as he dragged his hips back until the very tip of his slender reptilian cock hovered at the entrance to her young pussy, nudging and rubbing-- he knew it was only a little satisfying and would leave her craving more, and such sure, Filia whined and squirmed, her light-purple-scaled body arching a little more as she glared at him, legs flexing against his grip, which was at the backs of her knees.

“C-C’mon, Dad, play nice...” She stuttered, but there was a coy smile on her face amidst the frustration. She was about to retort more when he suddenly thrust in, plunging all the way to his swollen knot, and she let out a groan of pleasure mixed with a shocked gasp, making her entire body turn rigid. Her groan carried for a few moments before she relaxed herself, her tail flicking as a hiss came from her maw. Crius chuckled in response, the tip of his own tail smacking against the floor.

“It’s only fair, my dear daughter,” He remarked. “You shouldn’t have been teasing me under the counter whilst I dealt with a client. You left me with a knot all day that I had to sate with Trax’s order.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind, right?” Filia giggled, and Crius shook his head in response.

“He’ll have a load to surprise him...though I’m sure he’ll appreciate the lubricant.” He remarked dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Besides, the Dragonborn was a bore,” She argued, her muscles flexing around his invading length. “And you love my tongue work.”

“That I do.”

Crius leaned forward, and his hands flipped from her slender legs towards her hips, where he dug his fingers and claws underneath her and lifted her up. He carried Filia’s petite frame across the room whilst she remained embedded on her cock, bringing her over to one of the chairs near the table, and as he sat down, he let gravity do the work of sinking her down further on his member; it was only through her tight clenching that she didn’t get fully stuck on his knot. Filia bent her legs to plant her paws on his knees, lifting herself up on his member, before his greedy hands pulled her back down.

“Mmh...” Filia hummed her approval. “Were you not satisfied enough blowing a load down my throat earlier?”

“Weren’t you satisfied with that feline from before?” Crius retorted, leaning his head in and brushing the side of his maw against the back of Filia’s head, before working his way down to her neckline. “I could smell the sex on you when you came out of the back room.”

“He was just so cute...and kept looking at me in that way I like.” She argued, not that Crius would ever refute her. This wasn’t the first time the two had engaged in sordid activities, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last-- they were related by blood, father and daughter, but they were also married, husband and wife. Many would have frowned and grimaced at the thought, but the two were smart enough on the surface to not let such acts show in front of people...in the comfort of their own home, however, Crius was more than happy to fuck his wife however he pleased.

With a purr of delight, the older Lizard nipped at the scales of Filia’s shoulder, before he opened his mouth wider and bit down against her scales with his sharp teeth. It wasn’t even remotely close enough to prick the smoothness of them, but the little stabs from the sharp tips of them sent shivers down Filia’s spine, and he wriggled her body left and right, working herself atop her father’s cock as she lifted and then lowered, riding him slowly but sensually. His hands continued tugging her down whenever she rose, as if he didn’t want her to, but there was no resistance to her upward movements whenever she lifted her petite body up-- he was just greedy and liked a good, hard thrust.

“I liked him too,” Crius replied, his voice a little muffled and his pronunciation slurred from biting down on her neck. “You should have invited me.”

“You were busy being knot-deep in Trax’s order,” She argued. “And I didn’t want to share.”

“You selfish girl, you.” He thrust up, feet planted against the floor, and his tail flicked happily at the sound of her half-squeak, half-groan of surprise. His knot squished against her slit, and his fingers dug against her scales, making the flesh bend and contort for the indents of his digits.

“You didn’t share when you left to do your errands,” She scoffed. “As if I didn’t know you were chasing tail.”

“I’ll have you know, I had a very inquisitive young boy to see,” Crius argued, rolling his hips before he slowed, allowing her to lift so he could thrust up again. “And a contract or two. You know how it goes.”

“Mmmh...another one? Don’t tell me you still have the bag with you.”

“Can’t expect you to satisfy me all night.”

“Try me, husband dearest.” She deliberately accentuated the words, and he growled, plunging up a little firmer and harder into her, causing her to clench up.

“I do prefer it when you call me father instead...” He argued. “After all, we were related first and married second.”

“Well then, daddy,” She emphasised, reaching an arm back to hook it up and around the back of Crius’ neck. “Stop fussing and start fucking. You’re the one who wanted to hurry home.”

Her provocative words encouraged him, and he picked up the pace, shifting from just thrusting into her to using his hands to help her rise and fall, the slick, wet sounds of their intimate sex filling the air as the pre-cum slickened around his slippery lizard length and his cock plunged deep, bowing to the knot with every thrust. Her young stomach bulged slightly with the length of his member and how much it buried deep, but it was barely noticeable, and neither of them were paying attention; once that knot was inside, however, it was sure to go even deeper.

He growled, indicating his approval and how close he was getting, and she affirmed her grip around the back of his head, huffing under her breath as he pushed his hips up and pounded against her, picking up the pace with his greedy hands. She could only go so fast on his cock, and despite his efforts, he could only lift and lower her so fast. In the end, he grew impatient; he rose from his chair, and with a yelp of surprise, shoved Filia onto the surface of the table, chest first. Her head pressed to the wood and she turned it to the side on instinct, pinning him with a glare of mild disapproval out the corner of her eye, before her eyelids fluttered as Crius lifted a leg and planted his foot on the edge of the table. It creaked under the weight and moved slightly forward from the tension, but remained surprisingly steadfast as he thrust, one hand keeping to her hip as the other grabbed the back of her tail and yanked, keeping her relatively horizontal despite her dangling legs.

Crius started to grunt and pant with increased intensity as his hips swung back and forth, the slick sounds of their sex becoming messy, suctioning-like noises as his knot mashed against his daughter’s hole and his groaning mixed in with the sounds, Filia’s too. She kept her chest to the table and stretched out her legs, whimpering louder and higher with every other thrust, as Crius gasped and grunted with the exertion of his bucking hips, their sex wild, feral, and rough-- Crius was fully into it, and his knot started to inflate slightly, signalling his impending release...if the coiling in his loins wasn’t indication enough.

With a quick thrust and a slightly forceful push, he pressed his knot to her entrance, kneading and pushing until she got the hint; Filia relaxed every inch of her light purple body, and with a pop and a squelch, the knot slipped into her, stretching her enough to feel a brief stab of discomfort before warmth flooded her, and tickles of pleasure danced up her spine. She was close to the precipice herself, and her father knew it; he pushed, tail thumping against the ground, and then tugged, stimulating his own knot as she clenched. He kept it up for a few moments longer, sucking in gulping breaths through gritted teeth, until she quivered on him, letting out a weak, guttural sort of sigh; in turn, smitten by her aching moans of climax, Crius rolled his hips and orgasmed himself.

A sigh came from him, squirts of seed shooting deep into the girl’s innards, to her depths, as the inflated knot and twitching length bulged her stomach slightly, enough for him to be able to move his hand from her tail to her stomach to feel it through her scales. He sagged slightly, before lifting his leg and retreating it back, bringing his other hand to her hip to lift her again so that they could finally get comfortable on the chair once more. He flopped back and the chair creaked with the sudden impacting weight, but it held-- Filia melted against him, rubbing her stomach as he rolled her head to fit perfectly against the nook at the base of his neck, her maw lolled to the side.

“Looks like we’ll have another couple of  eggs for breakfast tomorrow.” He remarked coyly, making her grunt, peeking her eye up at him.

“...What did you do about the fox?” She asked. They both knew what she was talking about.

“Well...after I saw my little friend of mine, I followed the tracking spell over to where he was headed. Some little run-down shack in the middle of nowhere just outside the city.”

“That’s why you were gone so long.”

“...And other things, too,” Crius chuckled. “Too many loose ends in this shithole. He wouldn’t have dared flash that insignia if he was actually part of the group. He wasn’t Londi, that’s for sure.”

“Mm...I wonder what happened to him.”

“He’s probably fine. No doubt that fox got that from some hired thug.” Crius nibbled at the top of Filia’s head, quietly grooming her as his knot pulsed and shot spurt after spurt into her. “But I made sure he wasn’t going to use it again. The patrolling guards will find him in a ditch with things he should have.”

“You’re so diligent.” Filia cooed, and he licked the top of her head, smearing it between the scales.

“As if you weren’t doing work of your own. Did you find anything useful, my love?”

“That raid the Dragonborn was talking about was small time, but it had been uncompleted all week. All the good raiders were busy with that Forlorn King’s Tomb that came up last week.”

“Ah...of course,” Crius tutted. “I should have known.”

“I’ve asked Ta’rai to put aside a couple of permits for dungeons next week,” Filia continued, dancing her fingers up one of Crius’ arms as he wrapped it around her waist. “You’ve been looking for cheap Arcane Salamander hide for a while, both of them have them in it.”

“That’s my girl,” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sure Miss Fera will be pleased, her master has been aching for a new harness. But you didn’t just do that, did you?”

“There was a rather sweet Gnoll at the Guild...” She continued with a coy smile. “He was a greenhorn, for sure. Was getting pushed around by some of the veterans. I gave him a few tips, but the poor guy looked like he’d seen a ghost when I got his loincloth off.”

“Sounds like he was a lot of fun. Wish I could have been there. Was he big?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, but he had some peculiar quirks,” She giggled. “Getting to step all over him was certainly a fun experience...but I must have pushed his buttons a little too hard. I only managed to get it in a little and he finished immediately.”

“Now I’m curious how he’ll break if I have a turn,” Crius licked his lips. “You got his name, didn’t you?”

“Of course...father,” She grinned up at him and felt him throb inside her at the word. “I’ll introduce you tomorrow. Speaking of...when are you going to introduce me to that friend of yours?”

“In due time. He’s a bit of a greenhorn too,” He remarked. “I’ve only just been able to get him interested in doing anything more than watching.”

“Oh my. He’s really making you work for it, isn’t he?”

“That just makes it more fun,” He growled, nuzzling the top of her head. “This is making me worked up, my dear daughter. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

“But we haven’t even had dinner yet!” She cried, half-laughing as he already began to rise, carrying her as he went. He lifted her legs with one arm as he cupped her ass with the other, leisurely sauntering his way across the room and towards the doorway leading into the hall beyond, where their bedroom sat on the left-hand side.

“After a round...or two. Maybe three.” He teased, and she cried out, exasperated, as he carried her to the bedroom. 

Despite her complaints, however, she had nothing but praise for him after several hours, and she lay spent in the bed, full and satisfied. Even Crius was the same, and the remarks of dinner were long behind them by the time they were done-- both of them fell asleep, with Crius still buried deep inside his lovely daughter after round 4, and neither of them woke until the sunlight from the window beamed into their room at the crack of dawn, signalling not only a new day, but noticeably empty stomachs.

All that meant was that they’d have a nice, big breakfast...and their work would begin all over again.