Lerato swirls into the dark bedroom, spinning and hopping onto her bed. She happily kicks her hooves and spreads her arms and legs out, stretching enthusiastically.
Stepping in behind her is Lovemore, lingering at the doorway, a soft smile on his features as he leans against the frame.
Pushing herself up, Lerato giggles. “What’s the matter, my smart, smart man? You  aren’t satisfied with a job well done?” She asks this, bouncing their hard-earned pouch of gold in the palm of her glove.
“Oh, I’m satisfied with the results and the knowledge,” he says, blushing slightly. “I’m just admiring your glow, my deer.”
She smirks, pulling one leg and resting her elbow on her knee. Curling her hooves, she bites her lip and curls a finger inward, dropping the gold. “Come here, you cutie-pie, and give me some sugar!”
He hops onto the bed with an eager squeak, climbing up in front of her, leaning in closely, and pressing nose-to-nose with his beloved. A moment later, she’s nuzzling him, cheek-to-cheek, getting their dik-dik tears all over each other.
A moment passes between the two when Lovemore flutters his eyes at his wife, and she leans in, pressing her mouth against his. The lady dik-dik drapes her arms over his shoulders and pulls him in, flopping onto the bed with a satisfied huff. He returns her kisses but pulls back, peppering them over her cheek and chin.
Tilting her head back, she huffs in delight, snickering slightly.
“What’s so funny?” her husband asks, catching his breath.
“Are you a jealous boy, Lovemore?” she coos.
“Oh, you’re doing this again, are you?” he says. “No, I’m not jealous of Baker.”
She smirks, tilting her head gently. “Oh, well, I’m glad you specified that because I asked if you were jealous of me getting head. I wonder if you wanted him to throat ya.”
“I, well, it was a gift for you and-”
“That’s okay. We’ll find a lady or dude to slobber ya up nice and sexy-like,” she says, caressing his cheek. “But you are a little jealous you didn’t get to taste any cake, aren’t ya?”
“I get to have you whenever I like!” Lovemore says, puffing out his chest.
“Oh, really? You think you could just command me to spread ‘em, and you can go to town any time, any day?”
“W-well, I would ask you first.”
“What if I don’t want you to ask?”
He gulps, licking his lips. “Well, I suppose I could just take you whenever I wanted.”
“I suppose you can.”
The two lovers stare at one another in the silence of their bedroom. Only the hot and heavy breaths from both of them break the tranquility for the few moments of peace.
They end when he generates magical energy at the tips of his hooves, forming a blade that he brings up to her, hooking under her dress, tearing down the fabric in a single clean cut, his other hoof clamping at the torn sheet and pulling it away, exposing her body before him.
“Ah, you jerk! That’s new!”
“I bought it for you.” He says, a growl in his voice. He lowers his head, pressing his mouth up against her breast, his lips wrapping around her stiffened nipple, tongue flicking at it.
Ah… ah… so forward… that’s my husband!”
He pulls his mouth back, suckling on the tit enough to pull her breast gently from the suction. When he opens his mouth, her mouth bounces back into place. “Of course. You know just how to push me forward, my beloved. Just like how I know how to push you beyond.” He chuckles, kissing down her tummy and down beneath, nuzzling against her womb.
“Mmmgnh… all that scheming’s got me… excited.”
“OIh, I know, I know, and it will all pay off soon, my love,” he giggles, dragging his nose down lower on her body. Soon, he brushes against her clitoris, already thrumming with the desire. He flicks his tongue out, swirling over that delighted nub.
“Aagah!” She practically has hearts in her eyes. She grips the sheets, pushing her hips forward. Her tail swishes back and forth rapidly, her legs locking to keep herself elevated to her husband’s ministrations.
“Careful now,” he sighs, pressing a hoof against her rear, “We don’t want you flying off the bed now, do we?” He responds to this, pressing his lips against her quivering want, his tongue sliding against her wettened folds.
“Ah, simply delightful. Could a simple sex worker desire the fruits of your arousal as much as I? Could the basic mechanics of activating your neurons bring you to such existential joy?”
She whimpers and bites her lips, shaking her head, squeaking out in delight and desire.
“I wonder, then,” he says, huffing his breath onto her mound, “what it is that really gets you going.”
“Y… youuu!” she whines, her knees arching to come together. At the last moment, she decides against it, relaxing and lowering.
“That’s right,” he says, his eyes focused on her. He claps his glasses between two hooves and tosses them aside before pressing his face against her. His vision blurred, but his focus was straight upon her body. His words are replaced now with the dedicated huffs of a man hungry for the woman he loves. She squirms on top of him, receiving every moment of his delight and dedication.
It is, after all, a beautiful night to make love and commit a crime.