Back Story

Laughing hard at his last question, "You’re more in time with my body than me, what do you think love? Do I look as if I’ve picked up any weight? Although it would be amusing, with all of the love we’ve been making, if the others hadn’t been throwing up, I’d have been concerned." She continues to laugh at the thought. "I don’t think it was the child so much as the reawakening of how much I want to spend this life with you. And over the course of our lives please! I’m not sure I could handle the pain that woman was in for two children at once, let alone more!"

Laughing heartily, I tell you honestly, "I might not be bright, but I’m not going to comment on a woman’s weight!" I grin and wink, but squint hard at you. "You look positively glowing. Is that a thing? Surely that is from the battle and the fire and the hot water. I’ll give you a massage, and then you will beg for my cum and triplets. You and I will be together for an age and we shall love until the end of time. "

She laughs heartily with him. "You’re brighter than you’re giving yourself credit for! But I love the idea of all of that! Except the triplets, one at a time love!"

"I think you are missing a great opportunity there," he snickers, as he drops his hands down between your legs and touches you. "Once you give birth to our first, the second and third will follow easily enough." I finger you mound in response to my joke and nibble on your ear. "I can’t get enough of you"

Moans escape her lips, "I can’t get enough of you either love. I want you. I want your love. I want your children... one at a time." She smiles through her moans of pleasure at her comment as she’s enjoying herself too much to be able to laugh.

"Yes love," I whisper my promise into your ear. Hearing your moans and desire, I take you. I reach with both hands to take you. I hold your waist and lift you back onto my erect cock. As you slide down onto me and fill yourself I groan wildly in your ear. The water splashes and churns as I lift you higher again and allow you drop back down with another splash. "Gods! This woman!" As I lift and drop you, I cry out the pleasure. I feel your excitement grow again. I hear you moan again and again and again. I push against you and rock back and then gain hold of the tub edge and push again until I have youR hands against the opposite end of the tub and my thrusts working in time with your motions. You collapse on the edge of the tub with your moans and arms draped over the edge, your hips held high, your ass tuned up toward your husband who has taken full control of your body. He slams into you and creates a wave of water that fills you and surrounds you with warmth and love. I am working myself into a frenzy of thrusts and hand movements. Finally, I grab a hold of you hand gripped to the edge of the tub and stretch out my body to fully feel the sparkling electricity ignite my spine and the cum filled penis shoot more cream, not onto your front this time, but deep inside and find egg and A new family.

Feeling him fill her, ahhh the ecstasy already! Hearing Duke groan his pleasure as well only makes it more intense. As he picks her up and pulls her back down, the water sloshes around them, almost as if being rubbed and touched all over. Hearing him in her head just drives her crazier and her moans get louder. This continues, moaning on both of our parts, as I end up working my way leaking further and further onto the edge of the tub. "Gods yes love, yes! YES!" I feel the frenzy that leads to the warm juice inside of me, causing my own pleasure to explode and cascade around me.

After a few moments of resting and actually cleaning each other’s bodies, we get out and dry each other off. I hand you your robe and put mine on. You look at me curiously as you expected to go to bed, but you put it on. I take your hand and lead you to the fireplace, lying down in front of it and pulling you down to join me. As we lay there and enjoy the fire, I have another thought. "Pachu is on my mind love." I hear you laugh heartily and comment, "After the evenings activities, that’s not who I expected to be on your mind." I join in laughing before responding, "That’s not what I mean! I mean their village. It’s so desolate now. And it’s a lovely area." I roll over to face you. "You know... I was thinking... yes, dangerous, I know, but what if we had a home here? Once all of this is over? I want to sail the seas with you, but we could have a place to come home to. We could set up a trading post here, give the crew constant work and step away from looting. A place that we can dock at and not have to get our children settled into rolls but into beds. I don’t want to give up our life at sea... but make it so we can have the best off both worlds as well as create an opportunity for our crew, our family, and this village. I know this is dreaming big and it’s usually your thing to do but... what do you think about it? Honestly?" I stare into your eyes, obviously nervous for your thoughts.

My eyes return the stare with disbelief. I roll over onto my elbows that sink into the deep sheep pelt. I get a very good look at you. "How could this be?" I kiss you gently and look again into your eyes. "I swear an oath to protect you. I think of nothing else, while you run bravely from one danger to another. And here you go again. You see a desperate people here in this cave and find a way to help them. You think about our crew and find a life for them. You think about rebuilding a war torn nation and you dream of a safe home for our family yet to be. Wonders upon wonders, you come up with a brilliant plan to do all of that, just by being empathetic to all their needs and desires. You know my desires like the back of your hand. And still, your plan brilliantly unites the two. I could not love you more now if I dreamed all day long about it, but you will never cease to prove me wrong, and now I love you more than I can dream." I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately. I roll over on top of you and pull the cords of our robes out, opening the robes and snuggle into your warm body. I kiss you again and then open my eyes into yours. "You are brilliant and loving and I love you. I'll will think to Poca and tell him to bring the ships and the crew to the village. They can defend the villagers from orcs. Maybe with the villager's help, Poca can start shaping the old ship into a smaller ship like the Skulker so we have two ships that can navigate the caves and create a trade passage to Payit and beyond. I'll have Poca tell Angrath that he can be blacksmith and sergeant lieutenant of a fort that we build from the ballistas and lumber left over. If there is treasure here, then we can use the ships to trade with Baya for supplies to rebuild the village. Oh honey, this is such a good idea. With the ships and the trade, this village can not only rebuild, it could prosper into a port town with us as its chief merchants. In the morning, go join the others and tell Pachu. This can be a home for us!" You can see my mind race by my eyes, but can you see my heart so full? I kiss you long and make out and know no difference between love and sex so that I am in you again, our skins tingling with excitement, loving you and making love once again.

Despite expecting you to like the idea, I’m still surprised by your excitement for the idea. It makes me feel so happy! I eagerly respond to your kiss, making out, and passionate love making. Together, we enjoy each other and our love by the fire, both physically drained and emotionally full afterwards, they fall asleep in each other’s arms happy with how the day has ended.

I wake to see the dying embers of the fire in the firepit. My arm is draped over you. At some point, I had covered you with several blankets to keep you warm like you like, but I can still manage to kiss your cheek. "You're beautiful." I say gently to your mind and watch you smile. I love doing that to you while you sleep. Without waking you, I get up and put some tea on the stove and ask it to warm when you wake, and then head back down the rope below.

Love? Are you awake? I seemed to have dreamed. It was a dark place. The last time I was in such a place, I was standing on the deck of the Skulker under the command of Elena Lampbright. You remember. I was watching the last of the recruits by the quartermaster board. A pretty little thing came on board with a single grey duffle. She had long straight black hair that fell to her shoulders and swished around as her bright brown eyes darted about. They were deep as the ocean and mysterious. Her skin was caramel from the sun, but not as dark as the women of Maztica. Golden was she. And beautiful. She had a quick step and a lithe body that attracted my attention and when she spoke to me, I heard temple bells.

I was nothing more than a pretty face. A place card for a first mate. But I knew something about her just by looking. She was a trickster and trusted nothing. Her experiences had tainted her decisions and haunted her fears. She was desperate for the power to free herself of it all.

I thought about being the rogue, the typical pirate, who would flirt with her and be dangerous. She would have enjoyed that. I could have used her before she used me, which she clearly meant to do, maybe to get my position or vie with me for the captain’s attentions I thought about being the Puritan and be a taskmaster. I thought about being a warlock jealous of your potential. But still, I saw she needed something for which she did not seek. Out of my darkness, I fashioned from memories I do not know from whence they came, a young boy, heartbroken already, easy for her to abuse should she choose it. He had the experience of many lost loved and painful situations, a damaged tiloni. I became the fallen Paladin, not able to love anymore because love had dashed his dreams, driven him from his sister and family, made him give up on his studies and oath and future. He was wallowing lost as a pirate under a vampire. While lost and scared, he seemed a master of a pirate ship, full of charisma and good cheer and jokes. I became him again for you.

Never would I have dreamed that I would become your Paladin, your protector, your husband. The lost girl that I saw on that ship has become captain, warlock and now lady. I have learned to conquer my darkness, but my darkness was what drew you in. You saw me and tried to help me. You saw my light and tried to see by it. But still, there was always the darkness deeper inside that you hid too. One night, you allowed me in. To see the darkness. And I was not afraid. I left my shiney armor and sword and shield behind and walked in. I recognized it. It was own darkness too. It was intimate. I was her Paladin no longer. I was just me again, the same pretty face on the ship. But I loved her. And that was enough. I had my experiences to protect myself. I could not help her. Others wanted to tear her away from the darkness. Even though she wanted to protect me from that darkness, I stood and watched as she found defenses so that she could stay there with me.

It will take time. But we have eternity, to learn the darkness and how to use our defenses. To use our darkness. To dream again. I believe in her like I believe in myself. I believe in us.

"My love, I heard you before, but I didn't respond in fear. For I too had a similar dream. I showed you a place marked with my deepest wounds, easily one of the most vulnerable spots I have. I showed you the demon inside. You were looking around with your insight and perception and persuasion, learning what you could, while I stood back shaking and struggling to breathe. It was a horrid dream to so much mimics my past. I'm sorry, I should've warned you before we were wed and I apologize, I never meant to bind you to this, especially with what you've had to go through.

There's so much darkness that you saw the marks of and fortunately never had to see first hand. You never had to see the marks of my desire to harm myself. You never had to see the light drain from my eyes and voice when the man took advantage of me and my nature like my family and friends did. You never had to see the trepidation that he created when I would go dancing and come home feeling guilty for going or for enjoying myself and the crying that I did when I endured days of being ignored because of it. You never endured the conversations about how I just wanted to be rid of this bind between my tiloni and my body. And there's so much you haven't seen either. You haven't met the guilt demon. You haven't seen the lack of hope or happiness. You didn't see the value that is placed on me by myself. And I hope you never have to, despite how much I know you'll want to.

I never knew Quezali, but I know that going to live in an institution would scare me too. I tried to announce my need for help before to someone who could help me, someone I trusted. They told me I was just seeking attention, but if I was serious, then I could go to an institution to live until I'm better. And I was a young adult when that happened and it was terrifying! I wasn't a danger to them and I obviously hadn't been a danger to myself. But I wanted help addressing the desire, and it was presented with a horrifying situation instead as the option. So I learned not to say that. I learned to hide it, for the most part. I won't explain that right now. It becomes statements that's handled through a veil of dark humor jokes and commentary among those who are like minded in that area. It's not something that's openly addressed but once a blue moon, but we all know it.

I've side tracked as I tend to do, sorry love. But here you stand, saying you can handle it and that you want to help and despite not having a reason not to, it's still so hard to believe. I gave you permission to touch me after we came out and the second you hugged me and expressed your love, I felt every muscle tense and the urge to run for the mountains rose up inside me again. I know when you awaken and your eyes meet mine, you'll most likely want to talk more. And if we're able to be away from our party, then I will be fine with that. I know you have many questions still.

I know you're not love, but I am sorry that you had to experience that. I wish I was the fully happy, dreamer, unreserved wife that you deserve. I hope you will continue to love me despite it not because I wish for it, but because you do. Sleep well love.

"Good morning love! I dreamt of you." As I see you wake, I kiss your sleepy eyes and rub my nose against yours until you part your lips that I kiss.

I sleepily kiss you back. "Yes love, that big, scary dream. I’m so sorry "

I look a bit confused by your apology. The metaphors of a dream upon a dream are stretched beyond use now, so I am having a hard time determining what it all really means. "Love, my refrain to you is always to tell you there is no need to apologize. As you told me when I told you about my sister, I can honestly say I would be more worried if you told me you were a happy, dreaming and unreserved wife. Then I would know that you were deceiving me. I enjoy your honestly and your need as well as your desire. Now, enjoy your tea. We have another wonderful day before us."

I see that you fall back to sleep when I am saying this. The dream must have tired you out more than I knew. Or does it always tire you out, keep you up at night when the adrenaline rushes rather than relaxes? It is morning and you sleep in. I lift the covers again and get back under them. You do not stir as I join you, but your arms wrap around me as if I were a big stuffie. I feel your nakedness and smell your warmth. I allow my feelings of love and lust wash over me as I tell you my I love you’s as you dose. My cock is hard. My head spins with desire. My heart is full. I kiss you but still you do not stir. Our lips part slowly. When you gasp and then settle back into sleep, my heart jumps. I do not want to wake you. You so need your sleep when you can get it. But my hunger is great to watch your eyes lock into mine, to watch you dance while putting away clothes, to see you startle when you hear a noise just outside our camp. I am enjoying the little things about you, the deep dark secrets, the long lost memories. And all the while, I try every moment to touch your hand and snuggle into you body. Laying your head upon my chest as you grapple me, I run my fingers through your hair. I wish only happy dreams of each day that comes.

I steadily, but slowly awaken. I stretch around your body as I don’t let go. I look up at you and smile. " Good morning my love. I was having a dream for once. I couldn’t stop thinking about Uhti shifting. Oh right, you missed it. She shifted into a child, a young girl. She looked so familiar, I’m not sure why. Had the features of a Maztican babe. She wore a white feather in her hair, just like you orange ones. I just wish I knew who she was." I kiss you passionately, feeling full of love. The thoughts of the young girl sparking a stronger feeling of love for some reason. I don’t mind as I’m engrossed in our love, so I don’t pay it too much mind.

Mmmmm your kiss. I fall into it. My fingers lightly brush your jaw, neck and ear as you kiss me passionately. You are bed warm. Your skin tingles mine. Your arms hold me transfixed in your love. I think about what you say about the little girl, about how you want to know who she is, as if the girl were important to you in some way. To go from talking about her to kissing me makes me think you could love her like you love me. I feel the love in your kiss. I am not jealous. You have enough love for both of us. As I do for you. Do you want a girl of your own to love that way? Do you want a daughter of our own, Kit? We can have that. There is enough love in our bed to bring a life into this world to love and love us. There would be nothing more exciting to do so, you and me and a daughter like that child. My cock is hard and you are soft. Shall we make a daughter my love?

I pull back from our kiss and look into your eyes smiling, so full of love and happiness at the question. "I would love nothing more than to have your daughter. To share this life with you and our very own lovable goblin. We have more than enough love to share and I would adore seeing a miniature version of you for the rest of my life."

Eager to make you happy, I push with one leg and roll myself on top of you, staying in your grip and renewing that sweet kiss. Sliding my way between you thighs, my weight spreads your hips to my body. My penis slides across your vulva. With one hand supporting most of my weight on the bed, I pull back from my kiss to look down upon your face to see if you are in the throes of passion and are ready for me. I see some distraction. Maybe you are still thinking about that girl even while you tell me you want to make love. At that, I doubt myself. Of late, I feel that you are quick to answer my questions with what you think would please me. Is having a daughter my idea and you comply. I don’t want that. I want to know what you want. I take my other hand from your cheek and slide it down to your vagina and feel your wetness and my precum. My fingers wet, I find your folds With my fingers and press my palm and my penis against your mound to test our your desire, to excite you, to open yourself to sex. In the constricted space between mound and palm, I feel my penis slide back and forth. My mind does the calculation and count days from ovulation. I lift my kiss and say, "I want you badly. But I don’t want you to have my baby unless it is for you, love. We can pleasure ourselves without having a child if you prefer. Tell me honestly that this is what YOU want."