Sunday

"Aeons, I missed you, I missed you so—mm! So fucking much!" Sunday moaned and groaned against your ear, his eyes falling shut as he buried his face in your shoulder, thrusting up into your cunt with fervor.

You felt your mouth fall open in a silent scream as you gripped onto your husband's arms for support, the soft and familiar feathers of his small wings fluttering and brushing against your cheek as you squeezed around his shaft.

The moment was intense and yet perfect all at once, after all those long months of him being imprisoned—locked away, falling from grace—he was finally back with you. You couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that after everything you had been through, you were together again in this passionate embrace. It was like a dream, a fantasy that had come to life in the most erotic and primal way.

But there was no time to dwell on the past or the uncertain future, as Sunday's movements became more frenzied, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts against your skin. You could feel the familiar tingling sensation building in the pit of your stomach, signaling your impending release.

As you both reached your peaks, you were consumed by a wave of pure ecstasy, your bodies trembling and quivering in unison. And in that moment, there was only Sunday and you.

As you both lay spent and breathless, Sunday whispered softly in your ear, "I'll never leave you again, my love. I swear it."