As much as they were in accord these days, he's constantly being surprised by the extent to which he loves Alecto, how much their feelings and thoughts fit in together, how well they managed to build a life together in synchrony.

"I remember," he says, with feeling, the rising tide of anticipation of that imagined future filling him. He returns Alecto's kiss with fervor, his hand sliding around to his waist, possessive and adoring, fingers digging in just enough to bite. "Just as I will never stop wanting you, dearest, in any way you're willing to let me have you." His hands slide, warm and anticipatory, under Alecto's clothes, just wanting the contact of their skin together as they continue to kiss.

"Let me get you ready with my mouth," he murmurs, begging, pleading, as if he could think of no greater privilege. "I want you already dripping with pleasure before I fuck into you, dearest. And I want to still be tasting myself when we do this again and again, tomorrow and the day after, until we're sure you're properly bred..."