The next day, Elara woke up laying in bed, in a shredded nightgown. Apparently after round one in the shower their original plan of getting some sleep didn't work. Zarkon was in the process of waking up as well.

"You really really did a number on me this time." She yawned.

"Oh really? I hardly noticed." He said.

"What? My nightgown is destroyed beyond repair, my hair is a mess, and I can't feel anything from the waist down."  She said.

"Oh... I did good." Zarkon snickered.

"Yes you did." She said.

"At least you didn't deny it." He snickered.

"I'm not one to lie." She said.

"So... Round three?" He asked.

"What's the point if I can't feel anythi- ooh! Nevermind..." She said, eyes wide, and ears suddenly perked up.

"Thats what I thought, but just to be cruel you're not getting any." Zarkon said.

"But why? 🥺" She asked.

"Because I said so." He said.

"Fine!" She huffed and buried herself under the blankets.

"Damn I scratched your arms up good!"

"Yes you did. You might want to do something about your neck though. I want it to be obvious but I don't want it to look like you're being beaten."

"How hard did you freaking bite me?!"

"Um... You don't want to know..."

"Oh yes I do!"

"Well... You're a lot more purple than you should be."

"Oh my gods Zarkon, your horny little devil."

"I couldn't help it!"

"At least don't hurt me that much!"

I can't help it ok... You're irresistible..."

"Aw thank you 🥺❤️."

"You're welcome... Now turn around😈"

"Huh?😀"