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Kit looks curiously and excitedly at the package. She sits up quickly and gently opens the package to find...

"I have never given anything to you, my love. While we were here in Elven lands, I asked asked Xoco for something to give you. It was hard to do it in secret. But I wanted you to have this." The thread unravels the package and in the fold of cloth, is a mythril braided ring holding two diamond cut heartstones. There is a second ring of simple mythril for a larger finger. "I spent some of the proceeds of our Ipe sale, but we have enough. They are communique rings, so our hearts will never be apart. We can project our thoughts and touch one another." He smiles gently at you, hesitate as to your reaction. It is not the magic of the gift that concerns him. He is a man whose heart is open and exposed and concerned that you may not like the gift. You can see his desire for your affection and your touch. His breath is held in anticipation as he holds up the diamond ring for your left hand in his offer of his love.

She stared shocked. She didn’t care about the money, this gift was unspeakable! It has her completely speechless as tears form and start to fall. A smile spreads across her face as she hold out her hand for him to put the ring on her. As he does, she looks at the beauty and can’t believe that he would do something so thoughtful like this!

Eagerly, she picks up the other ring and slips it onto his left hand, before throwing her arms around him, crying and holding him tight. She blubbers out through her tears, "You’re so amazing and I love you so much and this gift, but you’re wrong. You gave me so much! You gave me your heart, your love, and your trust. You gave me more than I expected to ever get out of life. Thank you!"

He is still on his knees in worship before his goddess. You curl you body around him and pour your tears over Duke. "Stop. Please stop. You have me crying too much! You are going to start me to thinking that you aren't happy." His laughing face is glowing with tear stained smiles, his armor is covered in melon, he's a mess. He is your husband, though. You help him off with his discolored armor and he helps you with yours. Before you even start with the clothes, he is holding you again and giving you such sweet deep kisses. He wants to hold you and squeeze you and enjoy your excitement. How could he not notice the warmth and joy in your spirit? Perhaps it is the rings making your thoughts sync, but the emotions are too much to be explains by anything that you have not already had in your relationship. His arms move up and down your back and pulls you to him so that you are pulled nearly off the bed into him sitting there still with his knees on the floor. How happy his face is. Both of you are crying and laughing together with as much joy as possible. As you wrap your legs around him and stand into him, he holds you and snuggles his head into your abdomen, his mouth trying to kiss your skin through your undergarments. You hold onto his hair and laugh out loud. All you two can do is touch and hold and run your hands over each other to try to hold onto the emotions.

Kit puts her hand under his chin to have him look up at her. She laughs as she says, "Well, there’s no point in hiding this now. You beat me to a surprise. I was going to buy you a simple ring once we arrived in Nexal, but this," she looks at her ring, "this is more than I could’ve gotten and so much more meaningful! It’s Elven!! Can we hear our thoughts no matter where we are?"

Looking up at you, he smiles widely. He wiggles a bit, grabs your ass, and says to you, "According to the jeweler, I think you have to be thinking about talking in order for the other to hear what you are thinking. It doesn't matter where you are if you are on the same plane of existence, she said, whatever that means. It's like whispering something into your lover's ear. Let me try it." He scrounges up his face and closes his eyes and then opens them, though you doubt that the facial expression is necessary. He appears to just being silly. Maybe these rings are silly, too. Then you feel a tickle on your mind, "I want to throw you onto this bed and suck your clit."

She lightly moans as she hears him inside her head. She drops to her knees and kisses his passionately and feverishly. Through red eyes and tear stained cheeks, she beams at him and without trying, she uses her ring to tell him, "Then what are you waiting for?"

His eyes light up when he feels you inside him. He accepts your kiss and as he grabs hold of your blouse and strips it off you, breaking the kiss just long enough for you to see the passion in his eyes. His hand runs down your naked body, tingling the nerves, as he reaches your underpants. He grabs hold and in one motion lifts you back onto the soft bed, pulling your pants off your legs and over your feet and throwing them away behind him. He hovers over you and grasps your knees that stand up on either side of him, with ankles firmly anchored in the mattress. He is still clothed, but his muscular form can still be seen in his tight pirate fabrics he likes to wear under his leather gherkin and plate. He stands tall and proud over you. He slides his hands down your thighs and under your ass. He kneels again and beams up at you, "You are so beautiful". His nose and mouth dives into your bush, making you scream. Wiggling his nose around, you feel his tongue find your clit as it moves it back and forth under such gentle pressure. You feel his fingers traveling up and down the top folds of your vagina as he does this. He lifts his head again to look at your expression and licks his fingers already wet with your juices. He returns to your clit and starts sucking and kissing and stroking it with his tongue in earnest to build your pleasure, all the while plunging in with his fingers until he finds that one most sensitive spot just opposition your clit. He pushes up into the ceiling of your canal to give his tongue more purcchase on your clit. In and out he moves his fingers. Duke finds more and more interesting ways to move your clit around being very gentle at times and rough at others. He pulls his two fingers out of you and gasps at your fluids on them. He opens the fingers and sees how thick it is, how it adheres to the fingers when he moves them apart. He moans and moves his fingers deep inside you to feel your canal all the while you rock your hips back and forth and arch your back. Hearing your moans, he drops again to your clit, holding his mouth over your entire mound and working his tongue's magic, while thinking, "Your fluid is thick. You are finally ovulating, wife."

She chuckles through the loud moans and noises she's making. "Eager to start a family, love?"

"Actually, yes. You would look so good with a round pot belly with our child inside, Kit. " He kisses your vagina and smiles up at you.

She nudges him with her foot a she laughs. She reaches down and pulls his head up to her and kisses him with an eager passion. She pulls away and looks at him smiling, "If you ever say I have a pot belly, you'll find yourself at the wrong end of my crystal." She opens her legs to show him that he's welcome to continue.

He is on all fours straddling you as you tease him with your words and the gyrations of your hips. He stares at the contradiction between your terse playful words and the invitation of your movements. He stands and rips off the vestiges of his clothes. He glories in the female form before him, fertile and desirable, wanting and willing. "Mother of my children, I’m going to impregnate you with my seed.". He leans back down above you and watches as you move your hips up to his cock. He groans and moves his hips until finally, with desperation, he enters you. There is no wall, no gorge, no mountain that stands between you. Your minds are linked and are as one to create love and life. He drops his weight onto your soft body and moves his hard one against yours.

She cries out in pleasure with each movement, matching his own. Due to the mental connection, he is able to hear all kinds of comments, both Elven and Common, that scream out the immense euphoria she feels. The connection they share is beyond just physical and emotional now, and it elevates the excitement and the passion. She feels every bit of him and still wants more, she can't get enough! It doesn't take long before she feels her body building the intensity inside her, as well as Duke. She feels him get faster and she matches that, wrapping her legs around his waist as she feels herself give in to the passion that now spreads all over her body, all over him inside her, and out of her mouth in one steady, quivering moan.

He hears her call inside his head, the call of excitement and desire. He cannot understand the foreign languages. What is this ¡Hai Carumba! he hears over and over again? He spreads your wrists out and under the pillow with his hands and binds you as you writhe in ecstasy. He continues to move and builds up his tension as well until he can plant his seed deep in your waiting womb, to find that seed and match will to will. He cannot stop. Does not want to. You feel his passion and his love at the same time.

Kit feels him not stopping and feels the surge of pleasure through her like electricity. She tightens her walls around him as she climaxes again, gripping his hands with hers tightly, screaming out his name in her head, "Qotal!" and out loud.

She relaxes into the bed as she feels the excitement drain and the love and happiness spread and envelop her. "My heart, my love, my mate, I love you more than ever! I’m enjoying this gift, this is fun!"

"...which gift? Oh yes. The rings.

I love you, too, Kitsune"

"My protector, my Knight, my mate, my husband, and the future father of my children. Is there any responsibility you won’t take on your shoulders?"

As he laid down beside her, she snuggled up against him. As they lay on their sides, chest to chest, she listened to his heart beating. Enjoying maintaining their bodies as one, she broke the calm silence between them. "I love you as much as I love this. With the ship, I’m captain. With the party, I’m the Seafox goddess. With you, I don’t have to be anything. Except the mother of your children, I didn’t fully process that until now. I never fully imagined myself as a mother. The life I’ve lived didn’t allow for that thought."

He listens to your sweet words They are music to his ears. However much he wants to answer them, he is drowsy and falls asleep. When he wakes, you are still lying there in their embrace, locking breathe and heartbeat of a husband and wife as one person. He kisses her forehead to determine if really slumbers and speaks softly, "Kitsune, my love. It gladdens my heart for you to talk about being the mother of my children, but you don’t even have to be that. I do not care how the dice are cast. I have you." He wonders how the rings work with the sleeping mind. As gently as he can he sends his message, "Love you dearly." He watches as you smile in your sleep.