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"Yes m-" she notices what’s in has hand and clears her throat. "Yes my love?"

"Kit. I know that you love me and trust me. This is sometimes about trust. The halter isn't about that all together. I thought you needed some release from all these worldly problems we have. I can offer some escape. Let me take you again from these troubles for just a little while. Take the troubles off your shoulders and your heart. Let me bear them a little. I'll tie you down and you can relax from having to make any decisions or worry about anything. I'll take on everything and pleasure you and send you to our special place where nothing matters but us. Let me bind you. Will you let me?"

"Yes. Yes my love. Yes please!"

"I accept your scars and your troubles." I look at you on all fours in this bed. You have to crane your neck to see and talk to me. In this light, I see the scars on your jaw that you always illusion over to hide them from people. Now you aren't doing that. I reach for your cheek and run my hand over the scars. I kiss you with so much love that I can barely do as I promised. I want to hug and kiss you and beg for your love. I turn away to be strong. As if you were Spirit or Kon's horse, I turn next to you facing to your rear and lean into your side so that I can lift your leg and slide the oiled leather strap over your left foot and up your thigh. Your skin is so soft. IThe halter was tailored for you. It fits like I do, but on the leg. I buckle in the stirrup under your foot. Setting your leg back down, I walk around the bed and do the same for the other leg. The two straps connect at the abdomen and I pull them together so that the leather straps join and continue with three more straps to the upper body. I lean down and kiss those lovely hips and give you another swat that says we are doing fine. I take each arm and pull up the halter and buckle on the stirrups in your palms. The last strap goes to a choker of leather that I snap on just tight enough to not be loose, but definitely binding you to my desire. I hold the bridle and ask one more time if you are willing. The leather has a strong odor of musk and sweat and sex. The straps are tight and my hands hold you in place. "The bridle has a ball that you bite down on. You won't be able to say the power word, but I promise to watch for any discomfort. You need to fall deep into the binding and let my love wash over you. If you fight, I will let you go. If you try to run, I will release all my holds on you and watch you run with my broken heart. Do you still trust me and want this?"

"Yes, of course!"

I smile and squat at the end of the bed to kiss you on the lips. As you smile after the kiss, I gently place the ball of the bridle into your mouth, trying not to gag you too much. I tighten the straps hard and connect the extra strap down the back of the neck to the choker collar. There. All tied up. You are still glowing with the attention paid to you. I walk back around the base of the bed and reach under you. You feel the hairs of my arms rub your sensitive skin. I am reaching for the medallian and then pull all the cords back at once. Immediately your head and arms and legs begin to fold into themselves as you are being pulled into a fetal position. I hold your hips upright and adjust your knees to not rock left or right. I tighten the cords once more and you are balled up with your face on the sheets, your head turns to one side to breathe through your nose. I count the rhythm of your breaths to make should you are not panicking. With a rub on your back, I comfort you. I sing to you. I hum. I embrace your back as a hug and let you settle into your position, then I sit next to you and start rocking you back and forth again with my body like a baby swaddled.

I stand and and touch your vagina and hear you gasp. I gently rub it until the juices start to flow again and I can easily slide my fingers around you, touching each fold and penetrating your sensitive walls. "Baby, my baby," I say as I rock you back and forth with my fingers on your pussy lips. "Love, my heart, " I chant going into you while pressing down hard on your upper back with my other hand. My penis is getting big as you moan and grow wet. "Wife and lover," I press my penis against you, not dealing with any part of your body but that center core line that goes from clit to brain. Finding your center I plunge myself into you and hold there for a bit while my hips still rock you. "Mother of my children," I climb on top of you and lose some of that control that I have been holding back. I start pulling myself out and plunging into you. "Do not to say anything. Let this be my duty. This is my time with you. Let the world wash away, I barely speak, as the waves of pleasure wracks my own body. You can feel my excitement and can do nothing about it. I wrap my arms around the ball of you, and fuck with determination. I do not hear complaint. Far from it. You are writhing in your own energy. I take that as permission to do with you what I want all day long. I reach my climax and hold steady, saying your name over and over again, hoping beyond hope that you can climax with me. I release finally and rock some more. I collapse onto you and snuggle into that sweaty ball of womanhood, melting into my body. I hear your breathing fast and listen for your heartbeat. I quickly get up and bring back a glass of water, releasing the bridle to a gasping of air. Still keeping you in restraints, I give you a long drink of water until you look up with sheep's eyes at your master. I melt at that and kiss you. With one pull of my hand, I release the tension on the five straps and you blossom like a flower. I fold myself into that flower and cuddle into your petals.

Kit must have fallen asleep. She was droggy, but she remembers the night before vividly. Her husband tried so hard to take this pain and worry she had away from her. She felt soft and loved. Opening her eyes, she sees Duke staring at her inches from her face as he laid down beside her in their bed. His eyes glow now. He looks positively silly with love and Kit doesn't understand why. As soon as Duke sees Kit wake, he takes her cheeks in his hands, his elbows all caught in the sheets, not knowing where to put them. He kisses her softly, almost tentatively. He knows how hard it is for Kit to wake up. "Do you really love me? I'm not special. I'm just me."

"Oh darling love." I look in your eyes. I draw my hands over your scars. I touch your lips with my fingers. "Hush that talk. You know in your heart I love you. I long for you and miss you every moment I am away from you, not touching you. I fell in love with you at first sight. You were a beauty with confidence and spunk that took on the ship of pirates, pressed toe to toe with a vampire captain and stole my heart. So why do you say that you are not special?" I take pull you into my kiss and linger long on your breath. My heart beats hard to see you so vulnerable, but loving that you allow yourself to be this way with me. "You are just you and I love that honesty you have with me. You care deeply about every member of this crew and me, and even that Minotaur out there. It doesn't matter who they are unless they are salt licking scum, you love them and care about them. That along makes you special. But Kit, you have a power to read people better than they can understand themselves. That kind of empathy makes you divine even. Maybe that's Kiltzi, or maybe we just call your gift a name so we can explain it. How special is that, love? You are strong and have built up many protections in your years running and making your way through life, but then you come to me and commit your heart like it was never even a question. You make that little boy in me, too shy to ask you to dance, feel special. How could I not love you, my wife."

I cannot stand not to kiss her again and again. I hold her in my arms, chest to chest so that our hearts can grow and fill the room.

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In their own worlds, things had been hard. For both of them. They had just finished killing two vrocks, and per usual, they were happy to be out of it scrape free. As everyone debated, she thought to him, "See that ruined house over there almost out of sight?" After following her gaze and nodding, she thought, "I’m going to make my way there. Follow and watch my back?" Naturally, he agreed as she knew he would. She walked off while the rest of the group was distracted, disappearing around the side of the building. As soon as he rounded that same corner, she grabbed him and pulled him into the ruins with her. Reflexively, he went to attack, but upon sight, he spotted. "My love, why wou-" he started to say before Kit covered his mouth with her hand thinking, "Hush my love, no sudden noises that might draw attention to us." And with that, she replaced the hand covering his mouth with her lips.

She kissed him passionately, showing her love and her desire for him in one moment. She placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his face against hers, not wanting to part from him. She held her whole world in her palms as she did, for she cared about the others outside, but not like she did the man she swore herself to. Her sun rose when they met and it would set when he departed this world. She wanted every second she could get with him while the world was bright, and come hell or high water, she was going to take it! As her kisses became more intense, she wrapped one arm around his neck and put the other into his hair, grabbing it firmly. They made out with a feverish passion, still far from either of them becoming tired of this expression of love. She wanted to doff his armor badly, but she couldn’t think past him. She couldn’t focus past being locked in his embrace and their lips bound making out.

I dismount and let Spirit walk free just on the edge of my thoughts. I follow my wife as she darts around from one party member to another and searches the ruins. My sword still glows, but I can see faintly by torchlight even when it fades. Armor and shield make a lot of noise as I walk down the middle of the street. Stealth is useless on me. My mind focuses on keeping up with the scattered party. Why are these torches lit in the middle of a ruin? Why do they only lead to the plaza? Before I can make sense of it, Kit calls me over to a dark corner away from everyone and she practically jumps me. I’m surprised, sure, but I cannot be any more pleased to finally get my wife’s sole attentions.

Her kiss and fist full of my hair hold me and show me exactly how much she needs my own attentions. If I were to have insecurities about her flirtation and affections to the rest of the party, this kiss would have washed all those away. I melt into the kiss and my longing bites of her neck and moaning. I can’t stop but know I must in this dangerous place. I pull back having to use my strength to draw myself out of her embrace, just enough to look down at her. The pushed up bra and leather of her outfit gives shape to her body but it is her face that possesses me. She tilts her head back to see me, her mouth open and panting. The nostrils are flaring. But the eyes, those eyes, they look up to mine with reckless abandon. My own face expresses the same lost in lust look. I can take her now but force myself into restraint. My penis is certainly restrained in all my armor. I bring our lips back to together and find our tongues while I force myself to think to her, "Tonight love, tonight we make love. We make love when no one sees. We must return to the party now.". However, we still make out. I am not letting go and in fact run my hands locked into her hair as well.

She knew he was right. She didn’t like it though. Much like him, she didn’t relent either, their desire showing despite reality around them. Tomorrow is never guaranteed, especially when you have the line of work that they do, and she had a bad habit of being reckless. She thinks to him, "You’re right love, we should," but as his hand enters and grabs her hair, she lets out a small moan of desire, sharing her breath with him. She knew that neither of them wanted to leave this moment.

"I’m glad we can," I gasp for breath and kiss you again. "be reasonable about this," I tell you as I pull back to see the desire in the eyes. I reach down to plunge my head under the hair and into the neck and my hands go to your ass and hold there. As I move my hands up your shape, I again kiss you with eyes closed, imaging your body naked against mine, and begin unstrapping your leather armor at each willing strap. I am vaguely aware of you doing the same to my plate mail. Your leather armor drops to the ground and I frantically move my hand over your clothes to feel the softness underneath. I think my desire, "I want you."

"Love, can we really do this?"

Head full of lustful desire, unaware of the impending danger ahead of both of them, I jump up and wrap my legs around your waist, securing myself against your own. "Then take me."

Pausing realizing he said something, she asks, "Do what?"

"This," I say as I lift you up and press you against the last standing wall of the building. I pull down your underpants and touch you as I kiss you once more. Since you were so thorough with removing my clothes, my penis was free and rubbed the bottom of you while i held you to the wall and lifted your hips up higher on me above my hardness.

Kit moaned eagerly as she nodded her head furiously. "Please baby," she whined out in a moan of its own as she went to press her lips to Duke's ear, gently biting and pulling on it.

Kit moaned eagerly as she nodded her head furiously. "Please baby," she whined out in a moan of its own as she went to press her lips to Duke's ear, gently biting and pulling on it. She held his hair tightly as she gently pulled on it to send his chin upward. From there, she enjoyed kissing, biting, and moaning against his skin and he lifted her up and down on him. She was his, and she wanted him to know that. She wanted to be his, she wanted to be his forever, she wanted the picturesque life, the family, she wanted it all with him by her side. The longer she rode, the more she felt her body light with sensation. "My love, I'm... I'm gonna..."

I cup your heels into my spread hips and force your knees high on my sides, so that I can get a better angle and go even deeper. The tip of my penis touches your cervix and you gasp. This is a woman worth loving, worth raising kids with, a woman I would do anything for. As you groan and ride me, I hear your excitement build and I follow, keeping the rhythm going to drive you into your orgasm. "Go on! GO on! CUm with me!", as you release and your muscles tighten all down your body, I shoot my seed into you.

All it takes is his voice urging her on. She feels her muscles tighten all over, including around him. She grabs onto him tightly as she does, biting down on her own arm to silence her loud, shaking moans of pleasure as she feels him fill her. Once all of the fire in her is satiated, she relaxes onto him, turning her hold on him for stability and pleasure into one of loving comfort as she hugs him. "Mmmm I love you."