Their second wedding night felt like it went on forever.
Primrose could barely remember anything before Edmund finally released his last seed.
Her chest was rising and falling quickly, breath catching like she'd just run around the palace hallways ten times in a row.
Even now, she honestly felt like she might pass out from too much sex if Edmund hadn't healed her stamina using his saliva.
"Wife, are you all right?" Edmund was still on top of her. He gently turned her face toward him, gazing into her teary, sleepy eyes.
Primrose responded between shaky breaths. "I … I need more of your 'medicine.'"
The "medicine" she referred to was, of course, none other than her husband's saliva, a stamina booster far more effective than anything sold at a pharmacy.
Without saying a word, Edmund kissed her swollen lips. He gently parted them with his thumb and gave her the "medicine" she asked for.
