As he makes love to his wife, he takes his time. He'd always considered the connection he held with the undead as a whole, as a race. Many thoughts of the past entered his mind as they made love. Past lovers, Ettermire's sins against his people...and even N'Jal. He moans softly with tremendous pleasure as he took his woman. He massaged her hair gently.

His hand resting against her ass, a familiar touch. The hunger drove him absolutely insane with pleasure. She was tight around his large erection, tight and throbbing. He ached for release but he wanted to make love to her for hours that night. He needed, and he knew she needed as well so he took the lead. Kissing her deeply and firmly.

His hands massaging her ass for leverage, he thrust deeply into her. His large erection pushing against her undead womb...