The afternoon sun was blazing down on Vellan and Lancelot's window, shining through with brilliant fingers of light. The pair rode a comfy carriage that cost extra and was normally reserved for nobles or rich merchants.
Lancelot sat by the window, looking at the passing scenery with an excited smile, while Vellan just relaxed on her seat, enjoying the comfortable cushion.
"Husband~ my crotch is sore... make it better!" She shamelessly asked as she looked at him with sad eyes.
Not wanting her to complain, as the bouncing carriage rushed towards the east, he lifted her legs over his lap, softly moving them and began to massage her thighs, earning moans from Vellan.
Lancelot watched as Vellan smiled happily as she enjoyed the relaxing sensation, but after some minutes of rubbing her thighs, his hands slowly moved up, reaching her inner thigh area, causing the cheeky mare to let out a sweet moan before pouting at him, biting his arm in retaliation.