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The tension for Zarkon and Elara were high. They were bombarded with endless work and it was overwhelming. They needed a breather. One night, enough was enough. They haven't had that type of 'fun' in a while, ever since Helthena was born nearly a year and a half ago they've only done the deed about a total of four times. Yes, very sad indeed. Right now Zarkon was being a teasing douchebag and nibbled on her neck as she was growing impatient.

"Zarkon I swear on my ancestors graves if you don't hurry up and do me right this second I'm getting up and forbidding you from touching from now on and every single heat season as well." She threatened.

"Ok then..." Zarkon said, knowing damn well she wasn't kidding.

A couple of minutes went by and the main event was taking place, rough missionary style. It had been so long that they didn't know how loud they were until...

"Mama? Daddy?"

The two adults froze instantly, bewildered, shocked, and flustered. They reluctantly looked towards the doors and were MORTIFIED to see their five year old daughter, Bellatrix, staring at them.

"Bella?!" Zarkon squeaked.

"What's wrong Bella? You're supposed to be sleeping." Elara said, instead of being purple, she was pale and blushing.

"I thought you were hurt mama. I heard you crying." Bellatrix said.

"What? No! Mama's not hurt! I'm perfectly fine go back to bed!" Elara said, putting on a smile for her daughter.

"Ok mama but what are you and daddy doing?" Bellatrix asked.

"Cuddling! Me a d your mother are cuddling to be comfortable to sleep!" Zarkon said.

"Yes! We are cuddling!" Elara chimed in.

"Can I cuddle too mama?!" Bellatrix squealed.

"No!" Zarkon and Elara said at the same time.

Bellatrix eventually went to bed and her parents continued there time of intimacy with no distractions or interruptions.