You slowly stir from your blissful slumber as light peeks in through the curtains of your room. You shift and yaw, stretching your arms above your head before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You sigh softly, feeling a familiar weight on your chest. You look down to see your husband, Rorey, looking up at you. He had been roused from his slumber by you stirring. He didn’t mind waking up to your face, though. No, he’d never tire of it.

Wordlessly, he climbed up your body, nuzzling his head into your shoulder before playfully clamping his jaws down. His one hand gently gripped your neck as the other grabbed your bicep. He sucked on the skin for a moment before pulling back, leaving a trail of saliva that connected your skin and his mouth.

He sits back, now straddling your hips as his hands splayed across your chest. You could see now his outfit in its full glory. He wore a blue robe, the chest of which was completely open, putting his rather muscular torso on full display. His tail waved back and forth behind him as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Good morning, my sweet, handsome husband~” Rorey said laying back down against you. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth, biting down on the appendage. It was something the teifling often did, especially in private moments like these.

As he continued to chew on you, he thought back to the day you met. He often did, as it was the day his life changed forever. He was but a lowly shopkeeper, struggling to get by, until he ran into you, the prince of the kingdom, by complete chance. There was something in your eyes that he was hopelessly drawn to, and vice versa. It wasn’t all too long before the two of you were regularly sharing a bed. Your father and mother, the queen and king, were surprisingly supportive of you taking a commoner as your lover. Sure, it sometimes caught the eyes and looks of judgment from other snobby nobles, but you didn’t care, and it hardly got to Rorey. Hardly.

The teifling was pulled from his thoughts as he felt your thumb slipping into his mouth, and he began chewing on the digit. He let out a surprised grunt that melted into a moan as he felt your thumb pressing down against his tongue.

He grabbed onto your wrist, as if you’d even pull back, and started licking at your finger, his hips moving against your leg. This was going to be a fun morning~