The slumber was deep, the dreams pleasant... the waking less so. Felicity moaned softly at the movement that dislodge her, before waking came abruptly, thanks to the sudden sips of chill air on her skin, and the Baron's movement between her thighs. Buried within her all night, he'd kept her filled with his flesh, and his seed as well, and even if unwilling her body took him, that lingering thick fluid giving glide where her body would as yet have been unprepared to offer it.<br/><br/>"My... my lord?" she mumbled sleepily, half surprise and half query; her arms had drawn in against the sides of her breasts in the night, and now they fell beside her shoulders, her hair splaying upon his thick pillows as he used her anew.