Her moans became feral, unable to hold onto him with her legs against his chest but she didn't care about that right now. She pulled on the pillow hard as her hips bounced sloppily.
Satlyn was hard at work the next few days studying her various plants and reagents, trying to see what would help them best conceive. It was painstaking, and frustrating, but she refused to quit.
"Ah, I forgot dinner again..." She said sheepishly, "I'll go whip something up.." She moved from her table and lab to head to the kitchen, "Busy busy.."