The Traveler returned to his home.
He played with her wind. He took her earth. He fed her flame. He danced with her water. And now, when he touched his wife’s cheek, it was no longer cold. Her body held life, her body held energy, though she was asleep.
The Traveler abandoned his cloak, and slowly climbed into bed with his wife, and he pressed his lips to her breast. Though she did not make noise, he felt her stir. He ran his lips all up and down her body. He pressed his lips between her legs, to her pussy, and tasted her sexuality and felt heat, warmth, wetness. He heard a small moan pull itself from her sleeping lips, before he slowly climbed atop her body.
Grabbing his hard cock, he slowly slipped it between the lips of her pussy and began to push into her. Though she slept, as he began to make love to her, her eyes fluttered. As he thrust into her, Her pussy clenched around him and her whole body come to life. As he lifted her legs and began to drive himself deep into her, her body thrust back against his.
Even as she slept, she knew the body of her husband, yearning for his flesh and desire. She ground hard against him, body beckoning him for more. He gave her body what it wished for, thrusting deeper, harder, faster into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed, shuddering, coming ever closer to release.
And as he let out a cry, as he felt himself fill his wife’s body, he felt nails in his back and her chest pressed against hers’ as she screamed in orgasm, shattering the magic sleep which seperated them for so long.