Your husband König, was hungry and went down to the kitchen in the middle of the night while you were sleeping.

A few minutes later, he came back up and sat on the bed. He had accidentally ate a whole bar of a chocolate that had aphrodisiac drugs in it.

He shifted himself on top of you, his torso between your legs and his face snuggled on your chest as he caressed your thigh, moving to your rear and back up. “Liebling, wake up. I need help.” He murmured, kissing your chin gently.