Content Warning: this chapter opens with a sex scene that includes Otto (it did not fit into the last chapter so I had to move it here lmao).
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'Huh, and I thought myself to be an insatiable one,' Diane muttered when she felt Otto's lips on the side of her neck. The candles in the bedroom had almost burnt out but they were hardy bothered by it because the dark sky was becoming lighter and lighter by the minute which meant the sun was about to rise quite soon.
'Say you are not willing and I will stop,' Otto said, pulling her body closer to himself with his right hand. Diane did not say anything and didn't resist. 'I thought so,' he smirked, his hand traveling up her stomach to gently squeeze one of her breasts.
Diane smiled as Otto kissed his way down her shoulder. She could feel his half-hard dick pressing into her back and she had to admit that it was quite impressive for a man his age (any age, really) to be willing to go so many times in one night. She wasn't going to say anything though. She knew Otto would probably laugh at her comment and say something witty or surprisingly romantic back but she felt like the mood was different now. The dark night was slowly changing into a quiet, dim morning, and it felt different. Less urgent and more... intimate.
Diane turned from her side to her back so he could kiss her, and Otto got right on that. They didn't talk much. They didn't really need to.
She kicked the blanket off both of them and spread her legs in a clear invitation. She knew she would probably be sore later but right now it felt like a small price to pay.
Otto moved so he was now on top of her and after a few strokes to get himself fully hard, he pushed inside of her. The half-sigh, half-moan that Diane let out as he did that just might be one of Otto's favorite things in the Known World. Because about this he could be certain she wasn't playing. This he knew was real.
Otto didn't rush, savoring each moment with sloppy kisses and slow thrusts. It was less about pleasure and more about getting to be with her one more time before she eventually got up from his bed and left.
Diane didn't rush him either. Their night together was coming to an end and even though she was fairly certain they would get more of such nights in the future, she wanted to delay her leave as well. And besides, she quite enjoyed his dick inside of her.
When they were done, Diane curled at his side, putting her head on his chest as she watched the morning sunlight slowly enter the room while Otto stroked her hair. It was that kind of silence that felt warm and comfortable. A peaceful moment that you do not want to break because you are afraid you won't get another one quite like that.
As the morning light reached the bed, Diane turned to Otto and said, 'I need to go.'
He looked at her and smiled a little, 'I know.'
Otto watched her as she got up from his bed, cleaned herself, and put on her violet nightgown. With messy hair and the evidence of their lovemaking all over her body, she somehow managed to look even more beautiful than before. Otto didn't think it was possible and yet she proved him wrong again.
'Take care of our boys while I'm gone, will you?' Diane asked as she lowered herself on the edge of Otto's bed.
'You have my word,' he answered before pulling her closer for one more gentle kiss.
Then Diane got up and went to the door, stopping as she opened it. 'And remember, this night never happened,' she winked mischievously before closing the door behind herself.
Otto let out a laugh and let himself fall back on the bed. His sheets smelled like lavender and he knew that if he fell asleep right now, he would most likely dream of her.

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