The sight of Stefanie's eyes shining near tears was nearly enough to move Aiden into following suit. The love that beamed from that face, all the feeling and emotions that Aiden had never been able to truly name or understand but still adored and returned, they moved him more than anything the world had ever shown him in thousands of years. Aiden poured his love and need into kissing his wife, his mouth working against hers as though it were the first and last time ever.

When she pleaded, the shift of her body not only pressed her wetness against his thigh, but caused her leg to brush against his cock. Aiden sighed and trembled with the touch.

The chain attached to Stefanie's collar seemed to grow out of the metal, rather than being attached. Aiden's hand held several loops of the thin metal rope, and he used to gently but assuredly pull Stefanie to the center of the bed. Once there, Aiden settled himself between her legs, letting the head of his cock rub against her pussy, covering himself in her juices. With the chain pulled taut, Aiden tilted his hips and sheathed himself in her.