Back Story

"Do not awake child. Sleep. Sleep the dream of love, Kiltzi. I have a gift for you, it is all. When you awake, you will find a tome on your table. Read it and use your power to battle those forces that invade our land. You are Maztican now. Sleep."

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Kit pulls her husband into their cabin and immediately throws her arms around him the best she can with his new armor. "I'm so happy you're alive! She didn't hurt you did she?! What did she do to you?! It's like you were stuck in a daze. Don't scare me like that... I love you eternally Dukalu." She searches him frantically for any signs of his armor being pierced and struggles to figure out how to get it off. She finally resigns to take his word on how he's doing as well as listening to what happened while she was gone.

They get out of their armor and get into bed, snuggled up in each other's embrace. For the first time since their first night together, they just enjoyed being together without having sex. A strange moment for them, but Kit didn't mind. With her arm around him and her head on his chest, she finally spoke. "The ship was an interesting experience. It went to plan until we were in the office to get the wand. I met Azul, as in the god himself. He knew who I was as Kiltzi and said that it seemed like I hadn't ascended yet.
I don't know what he meant, but he was very unhappy at first. Oh, turns out the monkey man was his minion. He handed over the wand because he was happy I wasn't doing something on the basis of love and empathy.

"But he said something that I want to ask you love as I know you studied and grew up around this and I didn't. I know that Kiltzi, I guess me, and Qotal became lovers in the night, but he said, 'You had to bring a child into this world and there is not room in our pantheon for it.' What did he mean, did Kiltzi and Qotal have a child together? Is that how Camazotz came into existence?"

Stokes his finger through your straight, black hair. He occasionally touches your bare shoulder and tickles you. "I'm sorry. I'm trying not to do that. I understand this may be a bad time of the month for you right now. Let me just hold onto you. I love hearing your breathe and your heartbeat. It soothes me. I was so cold out there, and helpless. Elena,... she charmed me and was making me her slave. I felt all alone. I couldn't do anything. I felt like I might as well give in. I wasn't myself." His fingers are trembling on your head. "Then you touched me and I could feel your warmth and love. I love you Kit."

He holds you tight. His body's naked flesh tight against yours in matrimonial peace and security. His breathing slows and his voice become more serious. He tells you what he knows, holding nothing back.

"Azul is a cruel God. You heard Stormslayer speak of wanting to overthrow Azul and Eha? He has a grudge against them that he cannot share with us. It eats at him, all the while he makes jokes. Azul is capricious. He rains and storms when he could be gentle. He torments and steals sailors from their wives and husbands. Though I understand why gods wish to put the vampires down, I distrust the reasons why he gave you his wand."

"The gods and vampires have fought ever since Camazotz, the first man, defied Zaltec, Eater of Hearts. That is an old story and even a foreigner like Antethoe has heard of it and speaks of it. Now, here we are on a quest to find his treasure. How strange."

"But this news of a child? What means him? There is no child of gods that I know of. The old gods came to Maztica after the primordials had made it. Kukul and Maztica sacrificed themselves to be the sun and the earth. Their sons and daughters were born outside of Maztica and became our protectors and the givers of magic. It is said that a cross between gods is not fully a god, unless it can grow in magic and obtain followers and thus become a god. Even the old gods require worship from loyal mortals to sustain their tiloni as immortals. In Maztica, everything is divine. The mud, the rain, the gods. It's all a matter of relativity. To remain gods and not fade away and become some other form of divinity, the gods must have sacrifices and worship. Double goes for a fledgling god."

"Qotal raped Kiltzi, this is true, but she fled to the protection of Zaltec, the only brother that could stand against the elder Qotal. Qotal fled to the east in shame mere decades ago. My own older sister was born from that event through the bonds of Kiltzi and Qotal, through their avatars, their high priest and priestess, my parents. A new god has never been talked about in all the temples of Maztica. To what end, would Azul tell you of a child of gods?"

"I am unsure, maybe Nula will cast some light on this for us." She started laughing, "Maybe you're Qotal like I'm Kiltzi and your seed really is magical, godly actually." She was amused at her own joke, but she clung to him as if their lives depended on it still. She felt more needy than she normally is, and she felt bad for it, but she wanted his love and affection just as much as she wanted to give him love and affection after his experience. She knew that once she was feeling better, she'd give him rites to make up for the charm that he had to endure and for being unable to participate in general with such acts. At least she had time to try and be creative, she thought to herself. But until then, she just wanted to lay in his arms constantly.

You sleep on Duke and hear his heartbeat, smell his musk. He sleeps so sure of your love for him as if the heavens ordained it. Perhaps they have. He speaks to your, though in a softer and richer voice than you have heard him speak, "My dear Kiltzi, you sleep on me and rest. It seems you have been in the middle of a huge conflagration of the heavens and now you don’t even remember it. Relax in my love. It is not a time for you to test yours. When the time is right, and you have had enough time to heal, then we can be there for each other and ascend to your place in Maztica and be the Kiltzi who you were and who you are and who you will always be, my lover and wife and mother to our child. I love you Kiltzi. I always have. I always will. "

As the group sat around enjoying their cajun inspired feast of crayfish, Kit pulled Duke aside and out of the seed. They walked around the sandy area to a spot that has no windows from the seed and she started to doff Duke of his armor. As he started to open his mouth, she stood on her toes and met her lips to his, effectively ending any possibility for him to protest the timing or the urgency of their quest. She kissed him passionately as she continued to fiddle with getting his armor off of him. As the last piece fell off, she pulled her lips away from his, lightly grabbing his lower lip with her teeth in the process.

She took a step back with her arms out, signaling that it was his turn to doff her own. She saw the hunger in his eyes. She'd wanted to do this for him last night, but found herself unable, and she was going to make up for it. She watched his every move as he rapidly shed her of her own armor until they both stood on the beach, wearing nothing and staring at each other. She grabbed his hands and kneeled, pulling Duke with her. She gently pushed against his chest allowing her fingers to intertwine with his hair as he laid down, moving to hover above him. Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his again, kissing him.

She was feeling possessive. His lips had been tainted against his will and as his goddess, his lover, his wife, and his everything, she was going to reclaim him. She knew this wasn't necessary as he'd never leave her, but it didn't change the desire inside her. She straddled him, taking her hands and interlacing her fingers in his, and moved them above his head, holding them there. She proceeded to slide her hands down his arms slowly, letting her nails lightly scratch him from his palms to the top of his shoulders. She moves from kissing his lips over to his ear and whispers, "I love you." Just the three words, but her voice showed her heart, her care, and her soul as each syllable echoed the meaning of the short sentence. And with that, she sat up and slowly lowered herself down onto his already tall and firm member. She placed one hand on his chest and one on his knee, just like he'd shown her, and began to rise and fall slowly. She wanted to make every second pleasurable for both of them and she wanted it to last.

She was overwhelmed with feelings, no one was standing out now. She felt possessive, passionate, dominant, wild, loving. She didn't know which one to embrace. She began to ride faster deciding to just listen to their bodies. She felt Duke's hands touch her chest as he played with her breasts. Letting the moan she didn't realize she'd been holding out, she squeezed her walls tight around him, making him groan in pleasure. She smirked teasingly knowing that it drove him crazy when she did that. And with that, she rode him rhythmically, not too fast to rush things, but not so slow either. Randomly, she'd squeeze him a bit tighter, making him groan more and more, driving herself crazy from his pleasure. It pleased her even more to know that she was exciting him. She felt an ocean of her own building inside her and she knew that it'd be no time before the wave of it came crashing down. As it built, she sped up, moaning loudly in pleasure until she came down, taking every inch of him, and felt the wave take over. As she trembled and moaned, she felt herself fill as well, realizing that she'd brought Duke to orgasm with her. As they both came down from the high, she laid on his chest, leaving him inside of her, and closed her eyes. She felt content and love and wasn't ready to escape the moment. She was happy.

I am intent on our quest, this is true, but when Kit looks at me, I know what she is thinking as if we were of the same mind. I enjoy the command she has over me and the party. She has taken to being Captain as one born to lead, but her look shows me a vulnerable need that I have long desired to see in her more and more. It is the hunger of one who sees a lover in another. As we walk outside to get the breath of fresh air she asks for, she starts to duff my armor. I start to protest, but she reaches up to me on tiptoes and sieges me with a kiss. The thrill of the walk to sex is almost more thrilling than the sex itself. She playfully bites my lower lip and I scream inside with longing. She plays with me. She knows she can entice me with her tricks that disguise the truth of her love. The taking, and acceptance of the other, the mutual desire recognized, I yield willingly.

She takes me. I'm hers, in a way that Elena could never have taken me. I watch her remove my armor. I wish she could hear my thoughts, though I know she sees my body react to her. My emotions are charged. When she stops and lifts her arms, I eagerly disrobe her as I have already done with my mind's eye, nude as I imagine her daily. She is lithe and fit and every bit the goddess. Her hair falls to shoulders bare and rich brown. Her eyes brown but deep as the sea. The battle wounds on her chest proud and prominent. She wears her painful experiences like a regal cloak of a mature and fertile, queen of love.

As she presses me down to the warm sand, the waves washing over my feet, the sun making the day seem like heaven, she makes me feel like a man desired. I watch her dance over me, playing with her fingers in my hair, her breasts hanging down firm over me with outstretches nipples, her stomach muscles stretched tightly as she tries to hover and not touch, her patch of black hair on her vulva curving away from me into the rich, beautiful folds of her vagina between her supple legs. All the sexuality of her body facing me and inviting my touch, but she denies it. I feel my penis grow large and reach for her. All of my sexuality too faces hers. We are meant to have sex, to love, to fuck. She kisses me and washes me with rivers of love pouring over me, purifying me of all ills.

Her fingers touch me, scratch me, thrill me. She pulls her ankles next to my hips and digs her toes into the wet sand. I hold them against my hips as she bends down over me and kisses me again and again. As she moves to my ear and whispers my one true desire, I answer with fervor, "I love you, too!"

She assumes the goddess position and my dick and my eyes fill with her. She writhes and dances. I watch her face with absolute fascination. She furls her eyebrows and opens her lips to gasp and fills her face with expression after expression until she releases her emotions finally with a long low moan. I get caught up with her pleasure. My hands still hold her ankles tucked in the sides of my hips, but I let loose and reach for her breasts to massage and titillate. I want her sex. I want her love. I want her to be happy. She squeezes me and my nerves shoot pleasure up my spine. She does this time and time again and I pleasure in watching her eyes longing for me to connect with hers when she does.

When she looses control, I cannot help but do the same. Our cum fills us and she collapses onto me, my dick still swollen and pleasuring her while we rest and catch our breath. We are no longer new lovers. This is love making of a couple who find everything in each other and have made a commitment to each other, who cannot stand to be apart. I had understood her need to rest while the moon held her sway, but I missed this connection. I revel in her sexuality that she expresses to thrill me and I thrill her to be more the woman that she is. We are married. We are one. I truly hope that she is as happy as I am.

"Know yourself." She shows you a desolate landscape. Mountains and high lakes surrounding the Capitol in Nexal. Beggars fill the streets. The temples to the gods have fallen. The monsters of the Underdark roam the ruins. Refugees flee down the series of oasis that Qotal has made in the House of Tesca for the exodus. "Go to my people in Nexal. From the High Temple of Zaltec you will be able to use Azul's wand to find Elena and the map to the crucible" The image of Kiltzi appears again and shows you the crucible. Before it falls the vampires and invaders of Maztica. She expresses in face and in her hands the love she has for all the True People. Empathy reigns in her heart and hands. Holding hands with her is the little girl, Uhti, with a radiant smile, pouring out the chalice's power over the land and healing it.

You and Duke find a place in the seed away from the others to bed down for the night. The sounds of the jungle animals are comforting rather than threatening. It feels safe and romantic in Nula's arms. The feeling is infectious. You lay on top of him and hold onto Duke's bare arms and snuggle into his chest. He is your forever pillow. He breathes slowly now, having been tamed by your embraces and loving touches to his face. "I am sorry I let my emotions get the better of me. Aapo did warn us to be brave when we saw our fortunes, that they could be our desire or our fears, but Kit, I have dedicated my life and heart to you. To see you not by my side tore at my soul. It undid my heart. All my emotions spilled out from the wound." He holds you tightly as if he never intends to let you be away from him, to not be a part of him. Not only this, put he moves his right leg between your legs and traces his hands down your spine as he kisses you passionately. His need for comfort goes beyond cuddling. He wants to possess and consume. You feel his fingers grasp your ass and their tips trace across your vagina to light a fire under you. Answering his kisses with bites and gasps, you move to his needs, but it is you that he focuses on. He finds where you can feel the most pleasure, satisfying your wants being the most important reason for his being and actions. Movement and pleasure, gasping and kissing, all Duke's desires are focused on you. His eyes penetrate yours with wolfish hunger. His mind flames love even while his dick swells and finds a fold to fan your flames. He slaps your ass and you let out a whelp that you do not care if it is heard by the others. Duke grins and reaches around your hips to wield his dick's head up and around all the folds of your moist pussy lips until he finds you stretched open wide for him. He dives into you and reaches deep inside. The movements increase now as he insures that you feel every inch of him. He rolls you over without leaving you, places you below him, and pulls your knees and ankles over him so that your hips arch back and he finds the perfect angle to penetrate you the hardest. Your ankles trace and dig into thighs. His chest fall on your breasts and his shoulders nearly smother you as he tries to hold his long body over you, supporting himself on his elbows. You can barely reach up and bite his shoulders as he stretches his body, arching his back as he gains climax, his movements so focused and sure. As he releases his cum into the orgasm that rocks you, he folds up his body enough to find your open and gasping mouth and kisses it, enveloping your mouth as he had your body. He quivers and shakes with your body until he can have enough presence of mind to cup your head with his hands, drawing your hair up to frame your cheeks and adoring face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he kisses and watches your eyes open, your face relax and then scrunch up with divine expressions. He still moves his dick inside you, He is a lover who cannot stop, even after cumming. He leans back and smiles his pretty face for you. He loves you and fucks you slowly now to keep your pleasure going. His hands and fingers now supporting your head above the soft earth, he kisses you all over, moving his hips in and out. The wind on the sweat on your back and breasts chill your body now, but no chill compares to the sweet love that he expresses to you. He falls on top of you and renews his efforts at bringing you back into orgasm. He pushes you up and pulls back on you, over and over. Only when you gasp out and collapse under his ministrations does he slow to a stop and kisses you once more. Both yours and his bodies give out under the strain. How could he love you any more than he does?

She laid there on her husband, listening to him pour out what happened to him. "You're mortal, it's okay to have moments where that shows. And I'm here every time for you." She feels good to comfort her husband as he wraps his arms around her, she sighs happily... until. He kisses her passionately and begins to touch and move her suggestively. She feels the fire inside begin to ignite. Oh! Those fingers! She starts gasping and nibbling on his lower lip, jaw, and ear. It's clear what he wants, but at the same time, he's completely focused on me. She feels his fingers find the sweet spots and she sinks her teeth into his neck as she uses him to muffle her moans. So much attention, so much sensitivity! She can't help the sounds escaping her as her head begins to lose focus in the whirlwind that is everything she feels. She finally opens her eyes, she didn't remember closing them among the passion, and she sees him. The desire, the hunger, the need, it's all showing in his eyes but he hasn't pounced yet. She looks back at him, showing the same desire, the same need, the same hunger for him. Gasp! She didn't expect the ass slap! How loud had she just yiped? She didn't know and at the moment, she didn't care. She sees the grin spread across his face and she wonders what he has in mind, a curiosity that's happily squelched when she feels him fill her completely. She rests her head on his chest, digging her nails into his shoulders, moaning her pleasure as he hits all the pleasurable spots, increasing in his speed. She's completely melted into him, all thought to help is gone as she's so lost in the sensation. This feels different. She realizes she's on the bottom now. Oh! Ohhhh!!! She feels him pull her ankles up to her thighs, something she's more than comfortable with, OH THE SENSATION! She feels every bit of him roughly entering her and it's like she could go insane from the pleasure! He's holding her body in place with his own and she tries but she's unable to reach her favorite biting spots, his torso is too long compared to her! She's getting close and she's dying to bite, dying to feel the release of sensation! Her wish is finally granted as their mouths meet and she feels his body arch and quiver with pleasure inside her, causing her own as well. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, quite differently than when Uhti takes over, and she closes her eyes as she moans her enjoyment into his own. She lays there, enjoying the sensation, feeling him move her hair and rub her cheeks. She opens her eyes happily to meet his gaze and sees him staring fascinated and lovingly. She returns the smile he gave her until he moved, then her face turned into pure pleasure as all her nerves screamed out from just releasing instant pleasure a moment before. And he was moving slowly?? The pleasure was almost agonizingly wonderful! Her head in his hands, his lips all over her, him rocking himself in and out... she feels his body touch hers as he increases his efforts. How was she still feeling so full?? Where had this come from? He had the horrible fear, she should've been driving him insane, but here he was... turning her thoughts into a puddle of pleasure. His efforts don't take long and she quickly coats him in her sweet honey a second time. She lays there, feeling every muscle exhausted and sees he looks to be feeling the same. Quickly thereafter, she falls asleep with him, feeling so loved and satisfied, but also hoping that he knew that she was just as devoted to him as he constantly showed her he was. That night, she dreamed wonderful dreams of their life, sailing the seas with their crew, trading goods, captains of the Skulker together with Poca as their First Mate and their daughter and son running around the deck.

As the dawn approaches, Kit opens her eyes to see Duke smiling at her and running his hand through her hair. She smiled sleepily at him, "Good morning love, I can’t believe it’s only been a week since we promised ourselves to each other. It feels like it’s been an eternity already. I had the most wonderful dream about us! I’m so lucky to have found you." She wraps her arm around him tightly in her best version of a barely awake hug. "I’ve never mentioned, although it seems you already know by now, my love language is touch. Hugs, affection, a pat on the shoulder, all of it. It’s been hard to feel it with a past of being used, it’s common to expect that my body is for others to do with as they see fit in order to get some semblance of feeling love. That became normal. As I’ve lost more and more of myself and the darkness took over, I lost the ability to feel love in any form. And yet, here you are, ready to throw constant love and affection at me. I have moments where I wonder if it’s real or if there’s a catch that hasn’t been revealed yet. Does that make any sense?" she asked, looking at him for any sign of understanding.

He has the look of one who is awaking slowly. The morning dawns and he is not fully thinking. He watches you, but does he even have the intelligence to have such a conversation? Wasn't he just a simple character written into a simple play where his simple lines are predictable and have no meaning? He knows enough to reach his hand up to your face, brush your cheek with his thumb and finger your hair.

Your husband looks at you and smiles. Your words seem to have a transformational effect on him. What is it about those words? They are different than any they have said to each other before. A week's worth of talking and making love and they have never had a conversation about anything so personal as their actual feelings or fears. His eyes warm to your words. The lines around the eyes soften in ways a caricature of a paladin cannot. He is looking very much human to you now, frail emotionally as a real person should and stronger in love because of it.

"I'm glad you dreamed, love. You have never mentioned a dream before and never one about us." He is forming his words slowly. It is morning and there is all the time in the world to have this conversation. It is a perfect time in fact. He sits up on an elbow to fully see you and holds your face in both hands. His face shines into yours. The love in your face is the pool of radiant beauty that he wishes to dive into and wash himself in exultation.

"I love you." He cannot help but say it. He feels it to his very bones. He lets the words pour out of his heart. The act of saying it exposes him. He is placing his soul in your hands. "It does make sense to me, Kit," and you see that he means this, not in the way that your paladin would never lie to you. He never has. But now, he means his words in the way that he never could have meant them before. He sees you. He understands what you have gone through and empathizes. "I have never thrown love or affection at you. It rises from my feelings and envelopes both of us. It is real. There is no catch for there is no locked or hidden message or trap. I say I love you as I would express my soul. And yes, I too wonder if you are just saying my words back to me to play the part, simply to satisfy your need to satisfy another. I cannot believe that. I do not." He leans his body into yours and kisses your forehead, draws his lips down your nose and gently kisses your open mouth, your lips holding onto to each others even as he pulls slowly back to talk to you softly, his breath warm to your tongue. "Is it so hard to believe we two could be in love? We met as players running into each other on a stage, written as a chance encounter, directed by the whims of plot and fate, yet here we lie, defying our pasts and forging a new future. What if this is real? What if we are not players in a story about gods. We are the god and goddess. We make our destiny and that is to love each other? Oh Kit, ... I want you to feel love in every form with me! I want to renew your life and give you that mind melting first kiss that we have felt. I want to rewrite your memories as picturesque and wipe clean the bad experiences with our love. I want to level all the memories you have ever had of terrible men who thought they could abuse the most precious woman ever to walk this earth. Our love won't take those scars away, but our love will overpower the pain. Feel our love, Kit. It heals me of all my ails. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me that you look for me constantly, and ache when I am not by your side. A week into our marriage, wife, and I still have butterflies. I still kiss you like its the first time. Feel how wonderful our love is and how all things are possible through it." His eyes are welling up with tears, but not sad ones, joyous ones!

He knows she is in complete charge of her mission and can very well take care of herself, but to see her swoon and fall, it is too much for his heart. He has to race to her. When he sees her trick, he does his best to knock the nobles prone for her, but his focus remains on her. To pick up her slight frame in his strong arms and bring her to his chest is a desire that he does not know he has until he does it. To feel her snuggled into his arms is heaven and she gives him proud words. She melts every resolve he has. He loves her and cannot bear the happiness. He races off the platform not to rescue with her, because she does not need that. He has to escape the throne to keep his composure and not kiss her outright then and there and blow her deception.

As he races out of Coaxoch's throne platform, he catches Xocoyotl's eye and quickly takes something from her hand. He smiles a thank you and plummets into the candle lit boughs in search for a safe place to set down Kitsune. The scout elf whom Jacob has sent, runs to him and directs him into a private room off a side winding path up the tree. Laying her onto the silk sheet bed amongst all the woodland flowers that the elves have around them constantly, he falls to his knees on the floor, beside her on the bed, and kisses her passionately and long. His hands push and caress in her hair as if his life were in her hands.

Kit heard his call and her heart sank. She hadn’t considered warning him as she was focused on her mission. She couldn’t sit up though and tell him, but she heard the urgency reduce in his voice and she knew, he understood what was happening. He provided an escape, the scroll must’ve been snatched, wait. The way he held her was one of not acting, but protection. She wanted to kiss his cheek and announce that she loved him, but then all would be for naught. Instead she wraps her arms around his neck and tells him how proud of him she is through three little words. She feels his grip on her tighten, she’s loving being in his arms. Maybe she should fake feigning more often.

She knows they’re somewhere new, but she maintains her position just in case... until she feels the satin under her skin. She opens her eyes only to close them again as she feels his lips on hers with a passion. For what feels like an eternity, they embraced each other’s lips, his hands in her hair and hers on his cheeks. She feels his love, his concern, his desire. When they finally part for air, she looks at him concerned, "I’m so sorry my love, I should’ve warned you. I hope my stunt didn’t scare you too much."

I do not scare easily. I saw you fall and I knew in my mind you were playing a trick. But love, my heart, it reached out to you. He pulls his right hand from your hair. He had palmed the little package from Xoco in his hand. It is a soft cloth tied with a golden bow of thread. It is tiny and delicate. The wrapping is exquisite, like only Elves can make. He reaches for your hands at his face, lays them down upon the bed between you with the bowed bundle in your hands. He kisses you again and tells you to open it.