She gets two boy toys to play with.
She revelled in the feeling of his stubble as it grazed her chin, and his chest hair as it tickled her sensitive nipples. He grunted with each thrust as he repeatedly drove his manhood into her molten core. A fire burned deep in her loins that only his seed could quench. She wrapped her legs around him, and held him to her as she felt the wave of her climax about to hit. With a bestial roar, and a final hard thrust, he spurted and shuddered inside her. Lyara was pushed over the edge, and her pussy tightened around him with a vice like grip.
The cries of their simultaneous climax echoed around the silence of the room. The only sound remaining was their heavy breathing as they both tried to get their breath back. Lyara looked at Farkas, and smiled as the tenderness had returned to his eyes. He stroked a few fingers down her cheek and kissed her tenderly until he was soft. Even when soft, he was still large enough to stay within her, but he pulled out gently.
"Married!" he chuckled, before rolling onto his back. "It doesn't feel like I thought it would, but I am happy."
Lyara rolled onto her front to lie next to him and look at her husband. She draped one arm over his chest, and he grabbed her hand. After kissing the fingers, he gently laid her palm over his heart, and smiled contentedly.
"No regrets?" she asked.
He turned to look at her. "None."
With a happy sigh, he closed his eyes. Lyara watched as the smile on his face disappeared, the muscles relaxing in his face. Within moments he was snoring gently, and Lyara was amused by how quickly he could fall asleep. She snuggled up closer to him and, resting her head on his shoulder, fell asleep herself.
A few hours later, Lyara awoke feeling cold. It was still the middle of the night, and the moon was large and full, and shining its light into the bedroom. The fire in the room had almost died so she got up to add more wood to it. Climbing back onto the bed, she gently pulled the furs over them both, and then pressed her back into the warmth of her husband.
Her movement had disturbed Farkas, and he turned on his side, and wrapped his arm around her. She let out a contented sigh, and he sleepily kissed the crook of her neck. She turned her head so that she could steal a kiss from his lips.
She could see the moon, as she lay in the bed facing the window, and silently sent Mara thanks for giving her this night.
Farkas ran his hand slowly up and down the crest of her hip and thigh.
"Hello love," he murmured sleepily in her ear, woken by her movement.
She smiled to herself, and pushed herself back further to snuggle even closer to him. They lay in silence, enjoying the closeness of each other.
"Can I ask you a question?" he whispered.
"Of course," she replied.
"I just wondered ... what changed your mind?"
Lyara was confused. "What do you mean?" she said, turning her head so she could see him. "Well ... after we ... you know ... shared that night during the storm, you've been distant, and ... I thought that you regretted everything, and ... wished it had never happened." Lyara turned towards him, a frown on her face.
"That's not what happened at all," she said, a steely edge to her voice.
She sat up and looked at him. Lyara was a little annoyed that he was holding her to blame for the last few days.
"I was very happy with what happened that night. It was you who seemed more interested in the horses the next morning. I figured it was you that regretted it, as you seemed so angry at me."
"Wait? What?" Farkas sat up too, looking confused.
"Are you saying that all this bad feeling between us is because you thought I was annoyed at you," he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "And quite frankly, I was at a loss to understand what I had done wrong."
"GAHHH!" Farkas blurted. "I thought you were annoyed at me! Talos curse my stupidity!"
He grabbed her hands and pulled them to his mouth, to kiss her fingers.
"I must beg your forgiveness my love.