Caer grinned up at Belethor as he slowly drew his cock from her mouth and helped her to her feet. “Feel cleaner?” she teased.

Belethor gaped at her and swooped down, capturing her lips and tasting himself. “I might have trouble giving this up after a month,” he admitted, guiding her to the bed. “Before we do anything else…food.” He reached for the platter of food, placing it between them. "Eat."