With a affectionate nuzzle, Nami laid on top of Desmon. She was his, as he was hers. Her life was full of turmoil, darkness, and self-hate. But now.... She had her God. Everything was wonderful. She nuzzled into his fur and licked his muzzle. "We have plenty of time to worry about little spawnlings. Tonight. Is ours." With that she kissed Desmon.