"Mmm! Feels so good! Oh, Galmar, gods, more!" Rozenn bucked under her husband, legs wrapped around his waist, hells pressing against his backside, encouraging him.

"Gods, oh, gods, I - I - I'll mount your head on my wall!" Galmar roared and then slumped on top of her, not quite snoring, but definitely not awake.

"Husband? Galmar? My Bear, wake up!"

"Mmmf? Wha? Gods, Rozenn, that - you were amazing," Galmar murmured as he rolled to one side.

Rozenn tucked herself in against his side and chuckled sleepily. "I hope you intend mounting more than my head later on."

"What?" Galmar was suddenly wide awake.

"You heard me. You shouted your favourite battlecry as you came. And I made a pun based on it," Rozenn's eyes slid shut and she yawned mightily. "I still love you, though."

"Speak of this to anyone, and I'll carve you into pieces."