Dipping the cloth in the cold bath water, Frang washed the remnants of their passion from himself and Isobel. When done, he held her briefly, kissing her, feeling stirrings in his cock even now. Isobel felt it too, and they both looked down at his rising member.

"To be continued, my wife."

"I'm looking forward to it, husband," Isobel said. "It's the first time I've ever said that and wanted it to be true. My husband. Please, Frang; never do anything to make me regret those words."

"I shall endeavor to always be the person you're proud to call husband, my Lady."

They swiftly dressed and descended down the stairs,...