Nikolai lifted the half-conscious Selene into his arms, carrying her like a princess. After the first time, she became too excited and wanted more. Then ended up trying to wring him dry over and over until she completely lost power and fainted twice.
"You're such a lovely woman, Selene."
"Nn..."
Her soft breathing continued as he approached the mansion. He took care with each step, avoiding sharp drops or rises, all so she could continue resting. The maids all blushed upon seeing him, as werewolves, their noses could easily smell the scent of intercourse.
'Although some of them contacted Leona... these maids have strong loyalty.'
One of the senior maids stepped aside and opened the door for him, head bowed so low her silver hair brushed the ground. "Welcome back, Patriarch. Should we prepare a bath?"
"No," Nikolai replied quietly. "Just open her room. She needs rest... on second thoughts can you bring me a hot, hand bath? I'll wash her myself."
"Yes, My Lord."
