Back Story

Kit wakes up cold. She realized she’s in bed alone. Opening her eyes, she sees Duke starting at a map, already working on that day. She smiled and watched him work, he’s very proficient with what he does. Eventually, he notices and comes over to kiss her good morning. He hasn’t donned his armor, but he isn’t naked as he’s in his armor’s under clothing. As soon as their lips touch, Kit puts her hand on his neck, holding him there, and places her other hand on his forearm. She thinks to him, "Come back to bed, if we’re going to start a family, we should have some more fun, just in case of course..."

In your hands he’s still, captive. His lips pressed up to yours, he opens his both and finds your tongue with his. The tongues busy curling and playing, his eyes closed, he listens to your desire. A moan of pleasure comes from him. He moves your hand down to his hard on in his undergarments. You have made it so huge with your thoughts, so wanting to satisfy you. He puked back his tongue and opens his eyes to your eyes wide. Off he takes his shirt and he lets you lower his pants where his feet prance and wiggle out of them. You lift the covers wide revealing your body that is bed warm and hot with lust. He falls into your bareness. He knows the contours of your body with his mind alone so he snuggles into your sex. He fits you. You drop the covers over your heads and kisses his again as he plays with your tits against his, your nipples playing against his in time with your tongue and legs. "These breasts will fill with milk for our baby. As sensitive as they are now, they will scream to feel her mouth on them." Your hands wonder down to his ass and you squeeze your fingers into him and drag your claws up his spine. His penis rubs your tummy. His balls pass over your mound as his body caresses you. He groans delight into your mind.

She relishes in every moment. That’s when she suddenly stops everything. Freezing, she opens her eyes and looks at him. "Would you like to do something a bit different this morning?"

He pulls back and stares at you with wide eyes. "I’m game."

Kit giggled excitedly before scooting out from under him and pulling the cover over his head. He can hear her lightly walking and scrounging around at her backpack. He tries to listen for clues but Kit is careful not to think about what she’s doing so that he doesn’t know. She hops back to the bed and sits Duke up. After a moment she pulls the cover from over his head. He sees her in front of him, she’s on her knees in a prayer position, the rope that they have in her lap, and her hands have become clasped in front of her with her wrists touching. "You’re so devoted to me and so attentive to what I want. If you’re interested, I want you to tie me up, any position of your choosing, and have your way. Do any and everything you want. I know you would never hurt me badly so... enjoy yourself."

He looks at you with a very focus look. You have never seen this countenance on his face before. He is concerned and fierce. He slides off the bed and kneels before you, echoing your stance, your knees touching, all the same except in one regard. He places his hands on your wrists and pulls them toward him so that they are equidistant between you. Your shoulders have to move forward and he matches your movement. As you sit in front of him, held by his hands and his eyes, he says aloud, "Heretofore, we have been in all things equal. We even share being Captain. We are husband and wife, equal parts of a single whole. You asked me what more responsibilities I was capable of holding. Now," he speaks slowly as if in sacred ritual, more solemn and serious than even marriage. He takes the silken rope. He thinks, "Good girl to have chosen the silken one." He smiles but does not kiss or caress. He sees the goosebumps on your arms and simply lays the end of the rope across your wrists, loose. "Now, you ask me to bear one more burden which I happily bear. You submit yourself to me, for protection, for strength, for love and for obedience. I will gladly accept this responsibility, Kitsune. With all my heart and my mind. To put yourself in my hands, but I need to know the word, the one word that you say and be released. I cannot bind you as a slave girl. You must have a call word so that you may release me from any bondage or pain or desire. That way I know you truly mean for me to possess you and take care of your every primal need to submit to my love."

She watches intensely in awe, a whole new side has been released. She’s never seen this. Her mouth is slightly open and she seems to have forgotten how to breathe. She stares for a moment before finally saying quietly, "My word is apple." She says it and knows it sounds silly, but when would that word ever come up in this situation? She wanted this, she was ready.

Dukalu smiles. It’s a smile of satisfaction and comfort in reassurance, since he can feel your nervous excitement. He takes his right hand and passes it along your head, brushing his palm along your face so that you may kiss it and then passing along your shoulder and the left side of your breast and stomach. If would normally have been ticklish, you aren’t now. The goosebumps thrill you and response to his possession. He moves his hand down your forearm and fingers your wedding ring and follows out the tips of your fingers.

He takes the rope and lashes your wrists together rather tightly. He doesn’t look up to see if pains you. You need it this tight and he know it. You must trust him now. He wraps the lashing by going between the hands and then with a sailors conference, he ties off the cross lashing with a clove hitch leaving a loop that would release the knot instantly, but placing the loop far from your fingers. You no longer have to worry about choices. You may not choose to take the spin or not. You are completely in your husband’s power. He stands and lifts the coil of rope and tosses it over one of the rafters in the ceiling. Catching the rope, he loops it around his hand and pulls in it. Politeness set aside, your hands go up and you have to stand. Your hands go up and stretch. Your body naked to him. He can do anything to you. Your hands lift high in the air, exposing your body more to him, but he doesn’t look. It’s tight the rope. He pulls harder and your shoulders strain. "You need it tighter." He pulls again and your body cannot stretch anymore. Your feet have to stand on their top toes or your shoulders would go out of socket. You had said that he would not hurt you... much. You trust that, but a panic passes through you as if you were in deep water and needed to reach up for air. You think about apples but say or think nothing aloud. He holds a finger to his lips and looks at you finally. He whispers, "Hush! hush! Calm down. Do not fight it.". He finds your lips with his, pressing hard into you but not letting his body touch yours. He bites your lower lip and waits for your moan.

She moans lightly, her desire increasing, but she’s still nervous. She’s never given anyone this level of control over her or her body, not willingly. She’s nervous, but she’s excited to see where he’s planning to take this. Her body is as straight as it can be, you’d think she was a professional dancer with how she stands on her toes almost like pointe. She’s on full display.

He pulls back to arm's length and walks around you enjoying the display. Around and around, he does not touch. Is he fucking teasing you, you think? He takes one of his last two feathers out of his hair and strokes the flight against your tight muscles. Your breasts are stretched into teardrops, your abdominal muscles strained to keep balance on your arched tip toes. He continues to walk around you, not bothering to be polite about where he looks and where he touches you with the feather. He runs the flight of the feather between the thighs to tingle your vagina. He explores your asshole, as if you were not there to say something, but you do not say anything. You are letting him do this. He is taking stock of you, possessing you. He runs his tongue around the sensitive edges of your battle wounds. He looks at the scars on your jaw and kisses them.

At last he steps back again and watches for what seems like fifteen minutes while you stand before him naked. "You are beautiful." He stops and again states "You love me.". It was not a question. It was a demand. You know in your heart he is providing you the safe place to say these things. He is allowing you to believe in them because he has told you that you may. "Say it."

Without hesitation, upon command, she responds, "I love you."

"Good girl. You need a reward." He ties off the end of the rope that he had been holding with his arm strength and looping around the beam above. He secures the rope's end tightly to the bedpost. He comes to you and places both hands on you and breathes you in, licks the sweat off your chest and sucks on your nipples, then traces them with his tongue. His thumbs push into your stomach and lifts the weight off your toes so you can enjoy the touching. First one breast, then the other. He goes down on his knees and pushes your ass up and forward and opens your mound to his waiting tongue. As he massages your cheeks, he plays with your clit. He didn't build up to it, so his touch was shocking. He didn't ask permission to suck you. It was his to take. Your pleasure for him to give. He explores you long and massages you There was no fingering and play as you expected. While moving up your body with his, he slides his right hand up your back to maintain his lift, and moves his left hand to his cock pushing it into your vagina and penetrates you in one motion. He stands and and lift you with his hips, his rod holding you erect. With one hand on your neck and another on you breast, he gyrates his hips knowing you cannot go anywhere. He can pull down away from against the rope and push up against gravity and still you hang on his penis. You are taller now. More to his size. He pulls your neck up and bears down a kiss while he makes love to you standing up. You feel both the sex and the rope. He slaps your ass and pulls your legs around his waist. Try as you might, you cannot wrap your arms around him. They stretch toward the ceiling, your elbows at your head. He steps back away from the rope and your back arches backward, held up by his arms and your ankles on his back, and still he fucks and fuck and fucks.

Are the moans and groans coming from her thoughts or her mouth? She wasn’t sure. She was sure of four things though in this moment: this was an experience unlike any other, this man she pledged her life to had a side she hadn’t seen, she did not regret her decision to give in to this experience, and she loved this man. In the moment, she begged him not to stop. Both out of pleasure and out of curiosity.

It’s clear now that Duke is not a flat character. He does have a dominating side to him. A part of him that is motivated by the very same pledges and oaths he had taken already. But here he was giving what had been given. He is taking what you need taken from you. You don’t want to make the choices sometimes. His bravery can take over when your fears overtakes you. His penis can give and take so much that you melt into him, your words of submission were just words. Now you feel it. He wants to care for you and he will do everything in his power to do so because you trusted him to do so.

He pulls out of you while still holding on. Did he cum? You want to ask him but you are exhausted. Did he plant his seed? Did he climax and satisfy himself? He lifts you again unlocking your legs around him. He turns you, faced you away from him. His arms grapple your abdomen while his hands reach down between your legs. His finger still touch your red hot folds and pinkness. You feel his penis against you still hard. You ready yourself for him to plunge into your canal and release his seed. He believes that fucking from the back really does make more boys than girls. But no. He doesn’t believe this. He takes a hand and moves the penis dripping with his pre-cum and your juices and raked across your mound and vagina. He lifts up again onto his hips, one hand on your abdomen to hold you up, your arms still tied to the ceiling, and then with the other hand he maneuvers his penis again over the mound and vagina and then up to your asshole. He rings it making it wet. His right finger find your clit and press while he wiggles his head into the hole. It’s too tight. He’s too thick. But he does it anyway. He pushes slowly and forcibly into your asshole while pushing on your clit. Was this what you let him do? He does it and makes you lose breath as the sensation screams inside you. With more gentle than usual movements he still forces his way inside you to push on your clit from behind though your ass. You are tight but give a little as you try to relax your sphincter. He screams from the pressure and you feel his quiver as the blood circulates in his penis and lets loose his seed that you feel in such a different place.

The sensation... there's too much... it's too much... she screams out her own pleasure as well with him. She immediately collapses against her restraints and his arm. She knows that if he lets go, she will fall as she's exhausted! The pleasure and the tense muscles created a physically draining but euphorically wonderful experience! Unable to speak, she uses her ring to tell him while softly laughing, "I don't think we can make a baby that way my love."

She smiles back at him. "Thank you love, that was wonderful. You are wonderful! Are my wrists okay?" She looks down to see her wrists a bit pink and slightly marked from the tightness of the ropes, but fine overall. She loves feeling his hand in her hair, his body touching hers, his love mixing with her own. They weren't perfect either of them, but they were perfect for each other and it showed every moment. "I love you."

His smile turns to concern. He kisses your wrists then lays his hands on them, thinking "Kiltzi, heal thyself." As the radiant energy washes over you, his smile returns and he snuggles into you, wrapping his arms protectively, "I love you, too."

Back at the ship, Kit and Duke find their cabin freshly painted and the sheets all pressed. Time to enjoy the evening alone after spending a lovely day in Baya with a nice bath. Duke gets the endless hot water pitcher out and start to fill a tub. [b]"Take your clothes off dear and let me wash your hair."[/b

Kit smiles and happily sheds her clothes. Once the tub is full, she gets in and relaxes.