Back Story

Not breaking out of embrace of that kiss, he rolls back into bed as one body, you straddling him with your knees on each side of him, your lips attached and your hands in each other's hair. You know your hips are open wide to him and you feel your sexual organs rub and test each other, their wetness making the sliding around so easy. How easy would it be to slide over him and force him to take you! How can he resist this!!!

He reaches for your right hand and places it on his chest. "Here." Then he takes your other hand and sits up enough to place that hand on his knee behind you. "Here." He then does what you have waiting for and with both of his strong hands, he moves your hips up and lets his penis stand up under you. "Now." Balancing on your hands you are able to slide down his shaft and devour him. He shakes and motions his hands on your hips to rise. You push on his hairy chest and knees and lift yourself as he groans. Up and down you go, without prompting. Then you realize that it is only you that is moving. He is letting you control the movements, the choreography. He looks up at you. Your breasts undulating before his eyes, but mainly he is watching your eyes as they slowly show signs of the ecstasy of moving to your own pleasure instead of the man's. You find those spots you like. You find the rhythm that turns you on. It is a constant motion but you slowly increase the speed as you get carried away. You hardly notice that he is matching his hip motions to your own so he penetrates you the whole length of your canal while helping you extract yourself completely to drive the whole down his penis. Balanced like this on his penis, you let yourself writhe and moan. He watches you arch your back and encourages you to orgasm. He wants you to find that spot. He wants you to be that woman who knows her own body. He wants you and your love. He will do anything for you. Take him. Fuck him. This is your moment. You feel it washing over you. You scream his name, You do not have to fake this. You feel it and you know he would hat to see it faked. He wants you and only you to have this orgasm, this felling of love over lust, this divine expression. And you reach it. You scream again and hold the moan until your body racks with pleasure. You move your body still on his penis and still the waves of euphoria spread through your body. You cannot control it any longer and collapse on his chest. You hadn't realized you were sweating. He grasps his arms around your soaking wet body and fall into his love.

Wow! Words are so suddenly hard to form, even mentally. The whole experience was something so completely mind melting that the earth could've opened up and swallowed her whole and she wouldn't have noticed. She had never had anything like that before. She'd been pleasured of course, but to be the one in control, to be selfish, that wasn't something she'd encountered.

Her whole body felt weak, but satisfied. She felt his arms encase her and despite she felt like she should clean herself up first or ask him if he wanted her to keep going for his own pleasure, she couldn't bring her mouth to open; and so, she laid there in his arms, smiling and feeling so loved.

As you lay in his arms, you feel the power of his arms surround yourself, your arms around his head limp from exhaustion. He pulls your knees up into your chest and then locks you into this wondrous fetal position. You can do nothing but relax and sigh in his hug.
He lets a moment pass and then he stirs. You realize he is still inside you, full and penetrating. His great back archs under you and he begins to rock you back and forth in his arms. He had reserved his strength and now he exerts it, fucking you as you had fucked him. It's his turn to control the movement and you let him, your core so sensitive to his every touch, but so willing to feel him all the more and more. He rocks. He pulls you up onto him and pulls his penis out and then rocks you back down onto it, crashing into him. He doesn't slow his pace for your pleasure this time. He expresses his need with each forceful push inside you. You start sweating again. The heat rises. Your blood boils. And still he is taking you for everything he can. From his deep groans, you think he is going to explode with cum inside you, but he throws you off of him instead. Your body unfolds, feeling the cold air evaporate your sweat. He turns you over gruffly. He is the wolf again. The wolf you have grown to love. Now that your bodies have sprung from its embrace, he reconnects. He lays on top of you, bearing his penis into you again. Again the fire shoots. Again your spine lights on fire. Again that feeling of orgasm takes over you. Now that you know the feeling, now that you can bring it to mind, you can tap it, and control it, and send it washing over you in waves and waves and waves. He uses you for his pleasure but you feel it, too. He screams out his victory as his body wracks and shoots sweet cum into yours. Your husband wants to impregnate you. Your Knight wants to make you feel the power of the goddess that possesses you. Duke wants to love you for all time, but only on the condition that you are a woman of power, the woman he fell in love with, the wife that you are.

Kit laid there. She'd been absolutely demolished by pleasure that evening and she was physically spent. She laid there as he laid down beside her, only then moving to put her arm on his chest. "I love you so much," she muttered through the half of her mouth that wasn't pressed against the bed. "That was intense!"

"I ... love you ... too"

"That was very unexpected," she says as she works the energy up to pull herself over to lay her head on his chest as well. "What brought that on?"

"I was thinking," he says as he sits up and draws you next to him, giving you a kiss and taking his hand in yours. You sit at the head of the bed, a couple, like a pair of teenagers sitting on the hillside of Payit watching the first Coautl take their first flight in the New Warmth. "I was thinking about how you came to the ship and told the quartermaster that you were a rogue. You carry those items of the con in your bag. You delight in the deception. You describe your patron as a Trickster. That all makes me think." He pulls your head over so that he can caress your forehead with his kiss. You get a bit nervous with this line of thought, but he holds your hand tightly. "Kitsune, we can talk to each other about anything, as long as we hold hands, ok? I love you and wanted to do something for you. I figured the guys that you have had to deal with on this path to me have not been the greatest. You probably used them just like they used you. It is as if you never opened yourself up to being vulnerable before me, or worse, you did and it turned out not to be true love. If it is the latter, then tell me and I'll take my long sword after them. If all this is true, then you took to using your godhead for deception instead of empathy, used faking orgasm as a way to manipulate rather than make a connection with the divine. I'd almost say you didn't know what was love well enough to know a man you loved and have orgasm with him. I never want to be a man that you had to fake anything with." He showed such compassion in his eyes, that he couldn't hurt you no matter how difficult a subject. "The priestesses in the temple had a 'ceremony' they called the Goddess Position. It gave the woman control over sex and was the easiest for her to achieve divine orgasm. That is what I showed you tonight. I hope you truly feel the goddess within you, for she knows truth and beauty and love better than any being. We will have to use that darker side of empathy on our adventurers, but I want you to know that is the lessor side, and I stand beside you on the brighter."

Kit started to cry. She knew he wouldn't like it, but she was overwhelmed with emotions. "For the longest time, I've been a tool. My body has been a device used by others to get what they want, and in return, I felt a little less alone in the world. I usually hide it under the reason of getting information or items I want, but there's more to it than that.

I've spent what feels like a lifetime running scared of commitment, scared of disagreements, wondering if I'm feeling love. Being vulnerable had become near impossible. The last time I allowed myself to be vulnerable was the worst. I was manipulated, hurt, emotionally and verbally abused... all for his own pleasure. He saw enjoyment in girls crying and often took his own insecurities out on me. It was a constant situation of walking on eggshells, avoiding conversations and topics that 'might' trigger his abuse, and crying because he'd ignore my whole existence for a fortnight constantly to punish me for his own shortcomings. That was the most painful experience my heart, mind, body, and soul has ever went through. My heart still isn't whole from that.

You're so idealistic Duke, and it's one of the things that I adore about you. I was just as idealistic as a young one myself. Now, we're like the sun and moon; you shine light while I hide in darkness. I feel that Kiltzi is there... but... Kitsune is still so much stronger than her. I see her power through your own abilities and not my own. I don't seem it on our adventures, but I'm very much concerned with pleasing others. Seeing them satisfied is what makes me feel better, even if it's not fully satisfying to me.

I've started to ramble, but while I know there's a brighter side... it's really hard to see it."

"No please. Please cry Kit. Please place your head on my chest and cry as long as you like. There is so much darkness in your past. I don’t want to see you bottling it up when you can always cry on me, and let me feel your tears. I don’t... I don’t understand it all. I only want to help you." He’s crying now too. "I was hoping that my love for you would be enough to make you happy. I was hoping that seeing the good inside of you would empower you to be that goddess. I love you and I want to be there for you. To protect you but to also give you strength to battle your demons yourself." Duke is holding onto you so tightly.

"Oh I didn't mean to make you cry too." She hugs her arms around him tightly as well. "I do love you and your love, our love makes me happier than I've ever been! I have no doubt in your love for me and I know that I can come to you for anything. I appreciate every bit of the strength that you give me and the future with you is bright! Battling my own demons and the darkness of my past though... that'll take a lot of time. I love you, I couldn't imagine doing any of this without you!"

"This is my biggest battle, to win you protection and love and the freedom from assholes that have done this to you. I know I cannot do this with my long sword, my wit or even my vast knowledge of sexual positions, but my love will conquer, Kitsune. Fill your heart with my love and I shall bolster you in any fight with demons or nightmares. I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you too."

Kitsune sees the horrible sight and gets angry. Very angry. She runs up and gets between the guards and the little girl, takes the jug of her head, and slings it to splash the guards as she sits it down. She quickly picks up the child before turning to the guards. "What is wrong with you, she’s a child!" She knows what she’s about to do is going to scare the child, so she held her tight as she let her anger out in an aura around her. " You can go do your jobs and guard this city... or you can deal with me..." She knew she was ideally supposed to spread love and empathy, but all she saw was red at their actions.

sneaks away from battle and gives you a big fat kiss.

Does the same and thanks you for freeing her from the tentacles.