Back Story

He tests the water for the right temperature and pours it over her neck and back. He watches it as it moves down the undulating muscles of his warlock goddess. Pouring again over her shoulders, he longs to see it wet the breasts of the mother of his children. How could he ever get tired of watching her lay there for him to watch. She strikes a pose in the tub so he can get a good view of her body. She knows how it drives men wild, but for her husband, she gets the pleasure of him watching too. He reaches down to touch her on the neck and kiss the wet skin, his hands moving past her smile onto her breasts. How amazing to man that such things exist, he thinks. It give pleasure to the eye and the hand, gives milk to the young and gives the woman pleasure too. Still looking down her body, he sees the bush of black hair and the pink folds. She sees him lose focus on pouring the water and follows his eyes, moving her own fingers down to open herself up for his view. The sensual display shocks him out of his daze and he spills the pitcher into the water. She laughs and he joins her in the humor.

She kisses him fondly, she knows what she's been doing and she's been having fun doing it. She strikes another pose and his laughing dies off as his eyes are drawn down her body. She looks over him and sees him out of his armor with his clothes clinging to his skin. She runs her hand into her hair slowly, bringing it down to her neck and down her chest. With her other hand, she reaches up and runs her hand into his air, grabbing and pulling on in lightly before running down his own neck to his chest like she had done to herself... except... she grabs his shirt and pulls him into the tub with her laughing as she does.

The splash is great and water waves over the edge of the already full basin. Her playfulness has him very excited and he cares not for the spill. The water pools around the basin and then it drains to a scuttle hole in the rear of the cabin, a natural design to rid the sea going room of its potential incursions of the salt water and tub spillings. He pulls the pitcher out from under him and places it on a shelf specifically built to hold the pitcher above the tub and to pour down a half bamboo canal and pour warm water into the tub. He kisses her playfully and pulls back, leaving her to want more. The garments he is wearing are heavy with water. With a great heave, he pulls his clothes off of him and splashes them beside the tub to drain. He laughs with Kit and at her prank and sticks out his chest in a great pose for her. The basin is large enough for this play and he wiggles around to show off his body to her as she has hers. He pulls her hand to him to hold his cock that demonstrates just how powerful his attraction to her really is. With his hands free he pulls back her hair to see that face in all its glory. With a feign at kissing her, he pulls her head into the pouring spout of fresh warm water coming down from the pitcher. She gasps for air and looks like she is about the swing at him or yank his cock, but he holds her head tightly, lowers his face to peer up at you with his blue eyes and whispers in her mind, "Submit yourself as before and let me do my duty to you." Calming her like he had calmed the horses earlier that day, he takes the bottle of soaps and fragrance and anoints her hair, gently massaging his fingers into her hair and scalp. He rinses the hair and pours scented oils that condition the hair and make her mane shine. He is intent on his duty, all the while aware that his chest lies inches from your face. The smell of fragrances and his musk mix with the brute scents of their ride on his horse today. He breathes in deeply her hair and brushes his cheek with hers. He finds her lips and share a calm and long smile before he kisses her deeply. He does not press against her. He know is unclean despite the dunking. He turns around in the tub and spoons up between her legs. He hands her a scrub brush and soap then begins to massage her thighs and calves while he waits for her to prepare him.

Talk about a refreshing face wash, she was okay with the revenge, but she wasn't expecting him to take charge. It surprised her, but she liked it too. She finally behaved and sat there enjoying the sensation, smiling and relaxing. She loved the scent of him, even mixed with the smells of the soaps and his own sweat; that smell was home for her. She wanted to kiss his chest, but didn't. Mmmm... she moaned a sigh at the sweet kiss before he finished getting adjusted. She took the brush and soap and started scrubbing her husband down. Slowly and meticulously, she cleaned every inch of him until they were both satisfied with him being clean.

Duke loves his scrubbing. He feels guilty asking for such a pleasure when it is his duty to meet Kit’s needs, but he can’t be that selfless. He needs to be clean to touch his goddess. And she needs to give something to him, too, so he holds back his own insecurities and allows her to clean him. And oh what a feeling that is. When she is done and has tossed the brush behind her, he snuggled back into her and brings her hands around to his furry chest. The hug feels wonderful. He tries to turn his neck to kiss her but ends up completely turning around. He slides his feet under her knees and brings her up onto his lap so he can hug her properly. He makes sure she is aware of his hard-on against her bush and he draws her close to him even as he kisses her, their arms wrapped around each other. The water is still warm. He pushes them under the pouring water and lets the flood of emotions that come with each hug wash over them.

While feeling excited, Kit strongly feels love being in his arms, up against him completely, the water cascading down onto them. She loves this man and wouldn’t trade this moment or him for anything. She pushes them out of the stream and she looked at him. Smiling, she placed both hands on his cheeks, holding his face, slowly she leaned in and kissed him softly, lovingly. Without parting from his lips, she lifts up and sits back down, taking all of his very impressive and stiff cock inside her, but she didn’t move after that. She just sat there, with him inside her, kissing him. She finally parts from his lips and looks at him, "I know you enjoyed being cleaned my love, but your eyes showed conflict. Did I do something wrong?" she asked concerned that she has somehow upset him. She wanted him, she loved feeling every inch of him inside her and her body screamed for her to move, but the concern was stronger and she wanted to make sure he was okay first.

His heart races and he feels it in his hollow chest shaking loose his frame and being and in his swollen dick aching inside her. He feels the blood pound it’s urgency out in Morse code so that his brain would DO SOMETHING! Kit could see his eyes widen and gloss over as he fought the desire to move inside her, even as she asked his brain to formulate an answer to a question. What the fuck was the question again? Something about how he felt before she took him inside her sweet pussy lips. He has to think and ignore his body for at least a second, at least two half seconds put together. His dick pulses inside her again and he loses concentration, perhaps consciousness. The blood is pumping so hard to his dick that there is not enough for his brain. Her juices seem wetter than even the bath. Think. Think think. You are torturing me. I submit. I wanted to let you have all the pleasure of being bathed but fell prey to my own needs of being washed. You did nothing wrong until now. You hold me captive and my dick wants to explode. I may cum inside you with just your presence. I cannot dominate you when you are so self controlled I submit. I submit. Tell me what to do. I beg of you.

A bit surprised by his statement as that hadn't quite been her intent, damn a woman's brain for being able to process multiple feelings and emotions at once, even in these moments. But it made her smile and she resisted the giggle that rose in her throat. "Give in." That was all she told him as she began to move her hips frantically up and down, splashing water everywhere around them and out of the tub. She felt his pulsing inside her and despite the concern she had felt, she was also very turned on! She was in love with him, with his member, with the sensation that the water around them created. It wasn't hard for her excitement to match his own and she was determined to give him satisfaction, unyielding in her speed.

And he gives in to her desires, willingly. Sitting up with her he can feel her chest and kiss her as she rides, cascading her moans with hip motions and little tasty bites. Her crescendo of moans are a release for him. Duke no longer had to hold his ejaculation when she sat still on him, but instead allows it to build inside of him and pleasure her. He does nothing but give in to her. He is hers to ride and please and love. As he feels her orgasm, he patiently continues to build the ride until the sweat breaks out on her already wet back, goosebumps covering her arms, and then he lets loose his own cum, pumping inside her, finding that ovulated egg and adding to her pleasure of exercising her womanly powers to create a child with my seed. As if she does not realize that she was already kissing him, she renews her attentions to his lips. His hands on her face steady her. They play out their dance and renew their vows in love making and then in snuggling. As he lets her slow to a halt and falls into his kiss, he sinks into her body and sighs love's embrace. It no longer matters that his penis is still, inside her. It belongs there. He gave it to her along with his heart and everything.

He reaches up to right the pitcher and stop the magical water from flowing. She stirs in his embrace and sits up, taking her hand and playing with his limp member. A smile and a smirk from her and he laughs. Stepping out of the tub and lifting themselves out of the frenzied sex and romantic cuddle, the married couple reach for the towels to dry off. Their fingers meet again as they raced to be first smiling and giggling. Dukalu takes the top towel and places around Kitsune’s shoulders and fiolds it up to dry the curly hair that she prefers to be straight. The smile never leaves his face, nor hers. She grabs the next towel and dries his hair mane of chest hair. They each take turns driying the other off until they are dry and desiring the others hands on them. They hug. His chin fits on her head. Their arms wrap around each other and they squeeze as tight as they can until one yells Apple, though it is unclear who said it first. They break out in laughter. He takes her hand and leads her to the bed, lifting the covers for her. She says thank you. He says, not at all, and they climb into the freshly pressed linens. The lights go out at a magic word and the starlight fills the cabin. The rock of the ship comforts them. She curls up against his chest and plays with his dry chest hair once more. He stroked her hair and gives her scalp a kiss. She says I love you first. His heart melts. He returns the I love you, dear. She reaches I’m her face up to give him a kiss on the lips, lingering a bit with her lips still barely touching. They taste each other’s breath and know that they are at home with each other. She lays her head back down onto her chest and intermingle their legs, her toes touching his calves. Her hand lays softly in his chest that rises and falls to his breathing. Their hearts sound out together. They sleep.

Luckily the other ship's Captain's Cabin was not used by the recent crew. There were still some elements of Faeruian luxury amidst scattered storage and trash. Full of nervous energy about Kit being outside with the Minotaur, Duke set to work to making the cabin as comfortable as possible. He lit candles and scrubbed a table. He found fresh linens and made a bed. With supplies from his pack, he laid out food and rum. The ship would push the Skulker up on shore for repairs soon and then this would have to serve as their home for the night, and he tried hard to the homemaker that they needed for him to be while she did the tough decisions outside. He fell into a chair and duffed his armor to make the work go faster. He thought less of his own protection, but in providing the loving care that they both will need tonight. There was too much tragedy in the events of today and the land ahead did not sound promising. He thought about how much he cared for Kit, that even this bit of separation made him anxious. He was bound to her in oath, but that did not hold him as much as the thoughts of her hair and smile, of how she holds his cheeks in her hands and kisses him. He melts into the chair and takes a swig of rum just to calm down. He knows not to over crowd her. Had he stepped over a line today and insisted on protecting her when she needed my help for the crew and ship? He loved her more than we could say. The thought of losing her over a silly mistake like this was too great for his heart. He knew she loved others, perhaps more than she loved him. It didn't bring out jealousy in him. He wanted her happy no matter what, even if he had to be selfless. But his heart cracked a little to think of it. He opened his chest to the thought, a spanning chasm of heart break that he knew he would feel had she ever left him. He slapped himself. He set the devil's drink back down on the table. If there were a million chance in hell that she could continue to love him, he would give his all to love her. If she could never love him... he thought about that and admitted, he would still love her. Kitsune was his wife and would never cease to love him. They bore rings linked. As he remembered that, he thought, "I love you Kitsune. With all of my heart!"

She sat on the deck of this strange ship. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, knowing this creature beside her wasn't in a good place. She tried to persuade the creature and give orders to Poca, but she heard her husband's voice in her head. She smiled hearing it, she loved hearing his voice! But her smile waned a bit, he sounded off. With hearing that, she excused herself from sitting with the Minotaur to enter the captain's quarters. "Hey, what's... oh this is lovely, did you do this? Oh honey, this is wonderful, thank you!" She sees the smile on his face, but the ache in his eyes. He can't hide much from her. She walked over, sensing he was feeling insecure, and sat down in his lap and placed her hand on his heart. She looked him in the eyes and said with a smile, "I love you too Dukalu, and I'll never stop loving you either." And with that, she gave him a loving kiss.

"So good to see you, but i hear alarm bells. What's going on? Love, this isn't a good day for us, I'm so sorry. Not a good day to talk about love and relationships I know. The world is burning according to the Minotaur, our ship is sinking, our horses are in danger from the sounds of it, but my heart wants to endure these things with you and you sent me away. Silly I know. You care for me and I thank you. You stopped my Compelled Dual for me. Let's deal with these troubles, but Kit, I love you no matter what. I am not over protective. That's too much the stereotyping that we are trying to get away from here. I am myself as much as possible and I will play your paladin, but I love you. You ask if I am being myself. I am. Especially now. I know I cannot be the god to your goddess, but I know that you don't want to be a goddess either. You want to be human, and humans care for each other and let love overtake them despite the complications. No matter how complicated, not matter how much you have to be the Captain or a goddess or a trickster even, I will love you. Tell me to stop talking and let's go see to our friends. Tell me we will talk again later dear. And truly do not fear for me. I can be whatever you want me to be, Kit, but I will always be myself. I am strong.
I am experienced in love and heartbreak. It is always worth it. It is always worth the chance. Be mine, if only for a lifetime."

Kit waves her arms strangely, in a way Duke hasn't seen her do before. "Don't tell Uhti, I might've figured out a way to play with time but only for a moment. She might take that from me if she knew to keep me from ruining time itself. The situation outside isn't good. The group is about to be attacked by the on shore orcs. But please, don't be sorry. There's never a good time for these kinds of things. The world is terrifying, I mean, could you imagine if I was carrying a child with all of this going on? But we always deal with these things together. That hasn't changed and that's not going to either. I love you too, no matter what, and all I want is for you to be yourself. Gods and goddesses are no different than mortals when it comes to loving one another, so there's no comparison. I love you whether you're the Captain or the Paladin or the Knight or an unrealized god or an idealistic man. I will love you no matter. I know you're strong but I still fear that I might hurt you. That a fragment of my past will show and it'll cause you pain. I want to help take the weight of your pain, not add to it. I love you and I'm happy you will be yourself always. I look forward to a lifetime of loving you." With that, she seals her statement with a kiss before time resumes and they need to be the warriors that they are.

After getting back onto the ship and entering the captain's quarters, Kit turns to Duke and throws her arms around him. "I'm so happy the battle was over before we arrived! I didn't even notice when we parted because I was so worried about everyone else, but you didn't even have any protection! You could've been seriously hurt! I would be lost without you, I couldn't do any of this if you're not at my side with me." She held him tightly as she talked.

"Kit, my love, I have felt your emotional roller coaster today. I know it’s been tough and I have only made your day more challenging when all I want to do is be there for you. I am sorry." I kiss you again. I touch your cheeks and look into those beautiful eyes that stare back at me with the love you cannot express enough to me. I love you Kit. You have my heart and even when you get involved with the ship and it’s crew or joke around with Storm, I never let go of my hopes and dreams of being with you. We have only known each other for only weeks. Perhaps we are even pregnant if the gods favor us. We married on our first night in each other’s arms. We were so rash. Surely no sane couple would fall in love so fast, let go their insecurities, resolve all the baggage that comes with living life. But we did. It’s possible. We are the shining example of love incarnate. Let the world know how wonderful it is to hold onto each other and love without holding anything back. I am crying and you reach for my wet cheeks. I shake off your fingers and kiss you long and desperately. "I love you."

Kit starts crying with him as he kisses her, returning the longing and desperation to be touching. She thought to him, "I love you too. I'm so complicated, our day has been complicated. Life is complicated. But you're right, let's just love without holding back. Baby, let's make love without holding back..."

I take your hand in mine, kiss it and pull you to bed. Undoing your garments, slide out of my own and hug you knowing that I fit you. We know each other’s bodies and my hands cannot stay off of your naked form. Kisses later, we fall into the soft bed, entangled in our euphoria. Soft kisses continue to excite us as I turn on top of you and press my weight into you. I know your sounds as you grow excited. I know your moans when my penis finds you. I press myself inside you slowly to the movements of your hips wanting to touch mine. I smile. We chuckle at the intimacy of having our bodies connect like this. We laugh at the pure joy of making love to someone we love from the deepest parts of our hearts. There is no heartbreak or empty chest. We are full with our love and your body is full with my hardness. As I move back and forth in pleasure, i smile, And kiss you, and think to you, "May we make love forever like this. In love. Willing to submit ourselves to each other. Willing to make a child to love, willing to be ourselves only with each other. "

She enjoys every moment of their lovemaking. They fit each other, so in sync with their movements, able to be in tune with each other's wants, needs, and desires. She kisses him back and listens to what he tells her in their head. With it, she starts crying tears of love and happiness. "May the gods bless us my love. May we continue together, allowing our love to mature with us, but never wavering. May we be blessed with a halfling of our own, a daughter of course. May we never lose our connection and trust with each other. May we never part." She thinks it to him, half a promise to him and half a prayer to the gods.

"My heart burns like a furnace inside my chest as I listen to your words, so sweet, so loving, so hopeful despite all the odds in this world. I listen to your prayer to a higher power, knowing that that is hard for you." I continue to move with you, rocking in our ocean of contentment, happy in our touching. I stop and feel your disappointment at the interruption. I pull myself out of you and with a touch on your side, I gently request that you turn over and get on all fours. Your pinkness is blazoned in my eyes and my desire is rampant, but I control myself. Placing my hands on your hips, my body presses against you with my penis rubbing your vulva to make you know that I cannot separate my body from yours for long. As I slide my right hand up your slight and supple frame, I move my hand up to cup your breast and lean my chest to your back, dropping my left long arm down to the bed to suspend myself on you and not bear all of my weight on you. I hug you this way and pickup our rocking back and forth again. My right hand follows your stomach until I can touch your clit and gently massage it into a fire of molten passion. I long to hear your moans when I do this, but I do not enter you. I keep your excitement going as long as I can and then release my right hand down so that you only feel my hips grinding into you and my penis sliding across your vagina. Slap! I strike your ass. Again! And I wait for your cries. I play with your sensations, making our love making into a symphony of sounds and textures. As I lift myself up off of your back and away from you, again I feel your disappointment and it makes me yearn to satisfy you. Staying controlled for you, not losing my head, I get off the bed to go get the halter and bridle that Storm so innocently displayed to the whole ship. I let the halter of leather slide across your back and then let you smell the sweaty leather. "Dear?"