Maric's cheeks flushed as Nimue praised his work. Was it really that good? He wasn't that skilled at smithing. Maybe he had gotten better than he thought. After all, he had only been taught how to do the basics. The only reason he was able to make the pommel as decorated as it was, was because he had taught himself how to do that.<br/>When she began to lead him to the fireplace, Maric didn't resist her at all. Even if he wanted to, most of his strength was used up while he crafted her sword. And so, as a result, his sigh of relief from the hot water and Nimue's hands was massive. The muscles beneath her hands melted like warm butter. It was almost as good as the feeling of her lips when she lowered her head to pleasure him. He almost resisted her at first, but Nimue's touch was almost too much to handle. The only reason that he didn't release right away was only out of sheer willpower. But before long, Nimue drove him over the edge. With his back arched, Maric called out her name, his hands intertwined with her hair.<br/>By the time he had regained his wits, Nimue was looking up at his with a smile on her face. He smiled back weakly as he caught his breath. When Maric had recovered, he slipped down off the chair and on top of his wife and began to kiss at her neck with a passion as he slowly slipped off her dress.<br/>"You are the only woman for me Nimue." Maric murmured. "No one could make me as happy as you."<br/>He wanted to make her feel as amazing as she made him feel, but he still had yet to fully recover from his release. And so, he decided to repay the favour in kind. His lips kissed lower and lower until they were just above her sensitive bud. Here, he stopped for a moment, only continuing just before she was about to protest to the abrupt end of his administrations. Now he was practically attacking her lower lips, slowing only when he plunged his tongue into her depths. The squeals of pleasure from Nimue were like music to his ears.<br/>After she had her own release, Maric had fully recovered, and so he crawled over Nimue and pressed himself into her moist entrance. He was still a bit tired however, so he had to go slower than their usual pace. That mattered little to him however, and from the sound of it, Nimue didn't mind it either. Onwards and onwards he pushed, muscles trembling in both pleasure and exhaustion. Finally, his body trembled as he reached a climax once more. Once his release was over, Maric rolled off of Nimue and onto the floor beside her, the last of his strength spent.<br/>"I love you." He whispered into her ear as he pulled her close, only to fall asleep soon after.