Back Story

"I want to always be your hero!"

"You’re off to a damn good start." Kisses you.

"Bitch caster thinks he can grab you... only I get to wrap myself around you like that..."


Also I had rolled, but I like your roll better lol.

Oops. Yeah I like my roll better, too, lol. I run to you and kiss you thanks while eldritch blasts pass over our heads

Kisses his wife and holds her hand under the table while the party talks and tells stories

Pulls her their hands out from under the table and kisses her husband's hand because she doesn't want to hide under the table.

That's going to make me want to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. I'd be afrais the Goliath's honor will force us to go get a room... which wouldn't be bad either.

"Fuck the Goliath's honor, he can look away." She passionately kisses you without shame.

Hungrily runs his hands over your head and neck and shoulders, ass, pulls you into his lap as he sits upright on the pillow, and uses a free hand to push away the Goliath's stare.

"Mmmm maybe a room isn't a bad idea either..."

A room all to ourselves. Naked holding hands. Never parting. Bodies together. Loves combined. Just being with you. Inside you. Loving you.

Kitsune And Duke

A room for us,
With hands held tight,
Our naked lust
In dim soft light

I Love you more,
With each deep kiss,
I am inside
With need and wish

With Loves combined
Our hearts complete
Just you and me
One beat to beat. ,.

Kisses you passionately, happy about the lovely little poem you wrote for her.

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Kit sees that Duke is sleeping. She gently crawls into bed with him and whispers, "I’m so sorry that I made your heart ache. I know that I’m broken and I know that I’m a complicated mess. I know there’s no way fix. But I didn’t mean to make your heart sad. I really didn’t want to hurt you, but I knew I needed to be honest about the mess that I am and the more accurate extent of the damage that others and myself have done to me. Take all the time you need to think, there is no pressure. Just please know, considering the state I’m in emotionally dear, I don’t know how long that will take to fix and I don’t want your heart to hurt more than it has to. Once you’re done thinking, let’s talk please." And with that, she kisses his cheek and goes to bed herself.

Pulls your arm around his waist and interlocks your fingers together with his into his chest hair so that you hold him tight while he sleeps. When he wakes in the middle of the night, he sees that you have rolled over and fallen asleep. He doesn't want to text just yet, but whispers so as not to wake you, "It was a day of highs and lows, dear. How could I not be excited by sharing images of each other. The openness felt so wondrous, and my lust/love for you was thrilling. But I was sensitive to insecurities, about my age, my life status, my sense of being trapped, but not wanting pity or help. And I understood your insecurities even when I didn't see any reason you could not see that you were beautiful and desirable. It was all so emotional and reckless and fast like our subforum story." He kisses your forehead and pulls a strand of gorgeously curled hair out away from your face, so that he could kiss your cheek. "I am glad that you can tell me these things, these fears. As a man, I have learned that it is not my place to fix your problems, but rather listen and understand and hold your hand. I want to do that for you. I need to control my overzealous love. I need to give you room to stay rather than run. Still, it pains me. I do want to help as much as want to kiss you." He spoons in behind you and puts his chin over your head at the pillow so that his warmth sinks into your skin. With his fingers he traces over the scars on your chest. "Do you know that old movie, Edward Scissorhands? Jacob and I went to the movies to watch that ages ago. Its about a sewing machine that the inventor was slowly turning into a human. The inventor died before he could do the last transformation of his scissors into hands. A sad story, a broken love story, for he could not touch the girl he loved. When he stays over at her house, he sleeps on a water bed with his scissors in the air and himself wide awake for fear of slicing the mattress. When the movie was over, Jacob (It's so hard to use his avatar name) asked me what the most significant feature of Edward was. I did not hesitate to answer, because the answer was the little scars on his face. He could not help but hurt himself. Jacob of course knew that I would not pick any other answer. The scars told the story. They were proof that he took risks, but it also showed that he was isolated from the rest of humanity and unfortunately to himself, he felt unique, defective, broken." When you were warning me to not trust your kindness, to know that you would run, to know that you were too broken to love me, I was more angry than hurt. I was hurt too. All my insecurities rose up and justified your words. You could not love me because ... everything. I couldn't take it. I crashed emotionally. This was exactly the series of heart aches that defined Duke, that he stole from me. I took it, though, and we went to the game table. I called out your name, but felt the disconnect. I don't know why I wrote in 'Kit, where are you?', but I knew, I felt distanced from you. The scene went on, and I felt better. I enjoyed the RP. I enjoyed the fun of the crowd. I enjoyed having you love on me in that playful, non-commited way. I did have a sad heart, and I composed a long diatribe of how all of what we had done was being throw out the window. About how I lied to you, when I said at the end that "I would always be here for you." I meant the words, and you told me that you didn't want that or something, but I realized rereading it that I was lying to myself. I would not allows be there. I could be gone in a single account change. It happened to Jacob. An online GF of three years, up and pulled the plug and ran. And could I stand to always wait for you? That is your fear I know. That is really what I need to come to grips with. I can be a stubborn paladin and stand there waiting for you to overcome fears that may never go away... and that's when I get sad again for you, my darling, my love.

Duke holds you tight hoping you wake up and move in my hug. But it's only fantasy. How long have I been inside the bottom of my trapped life, not looking out, not loving anyone? Now that I have, all I see is the height of the trap walls. I caught my wife writing her coded messages to her divine voices today. She hid the paperwork quickly. because it only enforced my obviously ludicrous opinion that she is crazy. I haven't touched her in five years because, she tells me, God is jealous of me making love to his Goddess that possesses her. I know her illness will not change... but I'm damned if I don't write this shit down and get a book deal.

I reread the game dialogue when I woke up, as I love to do. It rereads so much better than the constant page refreshes and typing. I see how wonderfully articulate and expressive you are, how intelligent. How sensitive you are and forceful when you want something. I love everything about you. And I think to myself, if it were not for my bull headed desire to color outside the lines, I could have Kit as a player in my game and I would be in heaven, just playing with you. I want his badly, no matter what. Besides, the other players would riot if I did anything to make you run away. "I love you Kitsune"

While the others are occupying themselves with pastries, Duke leans over and whispers an idea, "Let's go check on the ship and take a nap." You reply, "But I'm not sleepy." He smiles wide and kisses the ear he spoke into, with a nibble.

You both get up and explain to the group that you have business to attend to and will return within the hour or two. Antethoe curls her lip at you but doesn't say anything.

On the walk back, you hold hands and swing your arms back and forth, and tell dirty jokes to each other. Poca has been handling the negotiations and the unloading of the Ipe and Nutmeg. You check the sales receipts and sees that Huatzi has bought all the Ipe at double the price. You don't interrupt Poca and he doesn't make any comment as you two slip into the cabin and lower the curtains. At last, a room for you. Duke throws himself on you and kisses you passionately, his arms eager to pull you into him. His hands wander down to your ass, and you slap him on the shoulder playfully. Then you drop his pants enough to release his hard on, grabbing it and pulling him toward the bed. He walks with a stilt as you man handle him and throw him onto the covers. Both of you madly take off your clothes as you kiss and stoke each other's bare skin. He lets his tongue wander, and traces the outline of your sword scar on your chest, his hands holding your ribcage up to reach your nipples, too. Straddling him with your creamy thighs you push him back against the pillows and throw a sheet over the both of you to make a gossamer tent, watching each other in the shadows of the penetrating light, your caramel skin strongly contracting the white sheets. His body has the musk smell of the husband you know and love, your fingers push through the shag of his manly chest while his fingers find your pussy wet and inviting. "I love you and only you," he says. You toy with him and say "I love you, too, but don't you want others, too?" He growls, "No, you are my love, my only desire." You slide the pillow over him and say, "Well, I'm bi-curious, don't you think Poca made this bed large enough for three?" Before he could respond, you hear the door open and close. Footsteps are go to the table and something scrapes on it. You jump up with the sheet holding it around you. You look for your dagger, but it is one the floor on the other side of the intruder. Standing on the bed, you face your assailant.

The Eagle Knight had taken her helmet off on the table and was marching her way toward the bed in the tiny cabin. She pauses to greet you politely, but then looks at Duke who has been stripped of all his clothing and covers. "We could buy some more wood if you have any," she looks down at his large and erect penis. Without comment on it, she returns her attention to you and says, "We were not actually formally introduced. I believe you are Kitsune? I've known your husband for quite some time." Seeing your shocked expression that you tried to conceal, but this was all so highly ... provocative, Huatzi continues, "Oh, but not in that way. He is very lucky to have found someone with your beauty and skill" She smiles warmly at you, appraising you. You feel warm to the face and allow you eyes to wander from her unsymmetrical face, rough hair, and manly attire. Despite that, she was so confident, that it makes even Kit feel insecure and afraid. You are not used to this vulnerability and let it show more than you would have liked, having been interrupted so forcefully during love making. You skin was still tingling from Duke's touches but before you was another who had an equal draw upon you, though in a much different way. She was voluptuous, both full of curves and taunt of muscle for fighting, feminine and strong. "You like the cloak? Here, try it. Kalu, help me with this cloak." Duke gets up without comment and helps Huatzi off with the feathered cloak strap. While he pulls you off the bed and places the clock over your shoulders and your hands reach around to feel the soft tuff of feather and straight flights, your bed sheet drops to the floor. Huatzi admires you in her cloak. You know you are graceful and agile, sleek and cunning like a fox, a much different build than her. She is attracted to you. She gives that tell in her eyes that says her interest is peeked. "A fine catch Kalu. She could be an Eagle Knight in this." She removes her breastplate of padded cotton and tries to place it on your slight frame. Her breasts were bare underneath, full beyond belief. Her nipples were dark brown and wide. She must have had a child, and her breasts had made milk for it and retained the size of nursing. You don't even notice what you are doing and you reach out with your hand and take her breast into it, running your thumb down and around her nipple, She gasps, feeling the touch. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was doing!" you cry. She looks at you and throws the overly large breastplate aside and returns the favor by running her hand over your firm breasts. Duke watches this exchange with awe. You try to recover some decorum by asking a question, "Hualzicahualtumila, the lady Ili made strange gestures when you entered her teahouse. What were those?" She steps back a half step to be formal but does not lift her hand from your breast or stop stroking your nipple. "An Eagle Knight's is a shrine to Qotal. Anyone may worship him by praying with me. She touches my forehead," she says holding your hand to her forehead and asks you to pray. "Then you touch foreheads to connect the spirit." You do not need to be drawn to go up and touch her in this way. You hold this way for several heart beats. This was not establishing the former decorum if ever there was any. It was allowing you to smell her animal scent which drives you wild. You can feel Dukes hands around your waist as he pulls Huatzi's hands around your waist and closes the circle. She raises her face still holding foreheads together, and she kisses you with full mouth and gentle tongue. Duke's hands were still on you, but all you could see or smell was this woman. Your hands slip around her soft and deep muscles, so unlike a man's but powerful. Your breasts press against each other and you feel the embrace and the longing. Duke takes the cloak off of you and hugs the both of you, awed by the beauty of the moment, his hands running down both of your arms tingling the hairs and he presses into your back, you lift off the ground no longer touching the floor, suspended by these two human beings in a lovers embrace of three.

As quickly as she had entered the cabin, Huatzi disengages and makes her way back to the door. She redresses with the padded armor and the cloak with Duke's assistance. As she does so, she grins again at you and steals a quick kiss from Duke before he can protest. And she is gone.

Left alone again, and standing naked together, Duke comes up behind you and wraps his arms about your waist. He snuggles his head into your hair and kisses your ear gently. "Come to bed with me, wife."

You follow him, feeling the emotions of being loved and aching for it at the same time. Your chest is hollow and butterflies churn in your stomach as if you were seeing the pretty face of the First Mate for the first time on deck and you glow in his shy but lustful gaze. He lays you down and slides on top of you until you kiss and make love for what seem like an hour. He was slow at first, like a tentative lover, but then strong and fast as a man in need, a need that you match movement by movement. There are no demands made of you that you don't willing give. There is no fear of anything that your husband might want or think or say or do. You are in love and he is your husband. That is enough love to last a lifetime of desires. He cuddles with you after sex, never wanting to not touch you or feel his love. You fall asleep for a moment to recover from the blissful afternoon delight.