"One, I'm holding you to that promise. Never again. You're not leaving me, ever again." She nodded, knowing that, though she meant it, neither of them would be able to control what was coming. "Second, give me about half an hour and a glass of juice, and we're doing that again." He slid out of her, causing her thighs to shake and her cunt to clench around nothing as their combined come flooded out of her. She smiled, taking his hand in hers as he settled on his back next to her, staring up at the ceiling. For the first time in a long while, she wished that there was a feasible way to get her magic back. A way to ensure that she would live for the next seventy years. Or eighty. Maybe ninety, without risking any of them. Just so she could have moments like this, with him, for decades to come.