Back Story

I look at you, a bit surprised by this as you're not usually one to wait, not since our wedding night. I contemplate your statement for a moment before chuckling, "That is if we're not already from all of the love we've already been making." I look at you seriously, "Look at the world around us, outside of this wonderful dimension you found for us. It's chaos, danger, destruction, violence... this is hardly the safest time to bring a child into the world. Plus, we are traveling and fighting wouldn't be easy if I had a, oh what did you call it..., a 'pot belly' exactly," I laugh as I poke fun at your word choices. "Truly though, despite all of that... yes. I want to have your baby. I want to have our baby. I want the dream that I spoke of yesterday to come true. I want that just like I want you. But what about you love? You rarely speak your own desires. Is it what you want?"

"You didn’t believe me when I said I wanted 8 kids?" I laugh but even I don’t know if I am serious or joking. I guess I cover it with a laugh to hide the sharpness of a statement or maybe my own embarrassment. This I do when I am leading a crowd of pirates or being a tough Paladin, but I should never do this with my wife, I know. I let my own laugh die to a silent pause and begin. "Kit. Love. What I want is always wrapped up in what you want or what I think you would want, and even what I think you should want. Forgive me, dear, if it is hard for me to distinguish what I truly want. So, besides the tired refrain of wanting what you want, I’ll tell you what I want. I do not even know if you can bear it to hear it, but you asked and I’ve turned over a new leaf of being a strong and sensitive person, inspired by you.

You are the dreamer. You want the romantic love and the guts to take that dream from the hands of the gods themselves. I am still that shy boy that has had too many heart breaks and is afraid of seeing you go one day. I tied you down to a promise of marriage in exchange for passion and a promise of true love. I have been wreckless and may have already tied you down to being a mother. Now I revel in plans to be lord and lady of a fledgling nation. I want just so badly.

But what do I really want? Just you. Just the funny flirty girl I met on the Skulker. I want your attention. I want you thinking about me, missing me and cheering me when I’m down. Can I be silly to think I could have you? I don’t need the daughter or son. Not for myself. Maybe for us if we want it. But there is always a child that could use our love in this cruel world. Who knows, I might some halflings and dwarves already from previous relationships though none as old as the ten year old girls we keep coming across. I was not old enough. I just want you. That’s all.

If you want, we can roll the dice and have as many kids, one at a time, that you want. That would be something we both want. If the dice favor us with children, then I would be happy. If not, then I would have you and be happy. My life is perfect either way. "

A bit taken aback, it takes me a moment to process it all. Finally, I speak, "Our marriage was a bit rapid compared to the usual courtship of Faerunians. I don't regret that though and I've enjoyed every second of our relationship so far. You are right though, I am a dreamer. I want the romantic love of childhood stories and I do wish to have that dream in my hands instead of whatever the gods want with me. And we both have been reckless about that, so it's just as much my own responsibility if we are tied down into parenthood; remember, it's not just myself being tied into that. And I revel in the plans to essentially have our own village as well!

Look around us, we have the ability to live any dream we want. We aren't bound by anything we don't want to be here. Speaking of bounds, I want to be here. If I didn't, I would tell you. I do though, so please tell the shy boy inside you to take a seat. His concerns have been heard, but they're currently not necessary. You have me, therefore you have what you really want. You never won't have my attention, even if my attention is split between you and our mission, you and our party, you and our child. I won't ever not be supporting you love!

If this would wasn't perfect, I'd have strong reservations about a child of my own. But when it's here and it's just us, I get to indulge the desire inside to have a daughter. If you don't want that, it's okay with me. If you have little ones, that's okay too. I've taken someone younger under my wing before that I have viewed as my own. She resides in another land sadly, but it doesn't change my love for her despite the lack of blood between us.

The point is that we have each other. We have all we could ever need. Adding to that blessing with children, a village, a business, and a crew is just extra spice on the stew. I'm happy exactly as we are too. But if you genuinely want wee little ones, then my love, let the dice roll. Let us dream together."

"In the True World, we shall always be true then." I had gone flaccid with all this worrying but now that you have reminded me of how wondrous our marriage really is, I cannot help but get excited about you. As we had talked, I felt your heartbeat and the softness of your body. There was never a need for a zone of truth or other contrivances. I know my wife. I hear your heart speak. I see your moans coming deep from inside you as I kiss you and touch your hair. We are mates. That means we will make a child when we can and enjoy ourselves freely even if we do not. "You are my mate and I will be happy to provide you with a child, love" I say with a wink, "and I will enjoy it immensely," I say as my hand moves again against your vulva. My lips kiss your mouth and then your nipples, knowing full well that you do not get any pleasure that way, but I cannot help myself with my own oral fixations, imagining the milk flowing for our child. "Oh stop," you say, "they are sensitive tonight." I look up at you in confusion, but do not pause long before sliding down to kiss your nether lips. I use my tongue to trace your folds and suck at the juices while you return to moaning and grabbing my hair.

That wink. The second it happens, the excitement returns for me as well, having lost it in all of the seriousness and concern the conversation had created. As you come in for a kiss, I remind you, "Our child my love, she will be both of ours." Upon touch, I end up moaning into your kiss. I start to get lost in your touch until you make your way to my chest. Any other time, I never mind the desire to get your own fill of that as I get to still enjoy your touch, but that's sensitive, more than normal. They get a bit sensitive when that time of the month comes around, but never so much that it requires mentioning. I mention it and you look at me confused for a moment. You move between my legs and while you do, I start thinking mulling it over. It's probably too much sun bathing. Another thought isn't given to it as your tongue starts to work its magic. I grab your hair and moan loudly in pleasure! "Oh love, please yes, don't stop, yes, yes!"

Never stopping the constant rhythm and pressure on you, I try to sustain your pleasure. Softer and softer you grow as you sink into oblivion under my tongue. While busy with your clit, my fingers slide in and out of you. I am not shy about touching you, running my nose through your bush or feeling the incredibly sensitive areas inside just behind the clit. The more times I make love to you, the more I want to feel you find that orgasm, the more I want you excited for my touch, the more I get excited myself. As you climax, I move up to carry that sensation deeper. I am careful not to put pressure on my dick this time. With my fingers still inside you, I quickly move up your body to kiss you and slide my penis in as my fingers slide out, going deep and wide into you. Sinking into you and continuing the same movements, your eyes widen to the change. We hug with grasping arms and hands as my hips lead and yours follow. Sweaty and sweetly, we rock in each other’s arms. I can only think one thing, "Our baby" and I release my cum inside of you. You feel my back muscles tense and release, watch my eyes roll upwards as I sense the pleasure traveling up my spine. The sight gives you one more thrill and then we collapse into each other’s arms, hot from the exursion and satiated. We continue to make love in our touches and glances. "That might be two," I joke, and you slap me on the butt. We laugh and giggle in our kisses.

I ride the pleasure train with you, enjoying every moment, finishing with you. I laugh and giggle with you, sunk into the enjoyment of our love. I tease you smiling, "If it’s two, you’re responsible for one of them completely on your own!" As you lie down beside me, I snuggle up to you and lay my head on your chest. "I apologize that you didn’t get to enjoy my breasts as much as you like to. Not sure why they were so sensitive. I’m glad you still enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I’m so happy that we were able to discuss both of our wants tonight and not just aim for pleasing each other. Thank you for opening up. I love you." I smile against your chest before lifting my head enough to kiss you where I’ve been resting my cheek.

I love you, too. I am as open as I think I can be. But there is always that secret that seems to be hidden even from myself that you are able to find in me and lovely release. Like my sister. I never thought I would ever be able to tell anyone that, so I had locked it away from myself and yet it came out of hiding and haunted me for a minute. I thought you would think I hid it intentionally, that I had bones in my closet, as it were. But with you, I am an open book. You read me and show no judgment. The more you read of me the longer the tale. I weave you into my story. I’ve made you my heroine. It is a grand romantic novel and a funny little ditty. You enrich it and teach me to learn myself. I thank you. I hope it is with you as well.

"I’m happy that I’m able to help you my love, in more ways than one." With that, I love to lay on top of you and bite gently on your neck. I think, "I love that I’m able to help you open up." I move to bite the other side of your neck. "I love that I’m able to read you so well." I move to your ear and gently bite, pulling on your earlobe, gliding my teeth against your skin. "I love that we can be our best selves together." I move to repeat this on your other ear. "I love that we protect and support each other."

I pull back and see your eyes closed, pleasure across your face. "Shall I continue to express how I love you?" I ask smiling already knowing the answer.

"Yeshh" I say as I blindly reach up to touch your ears and trace the Elven features. I touch your hand and feel your ring upon it and I’m happy.

I bring your hand up to my lips and kiss your palm lovingly, "I love how calming your touch is." I place your hand on my cheek, "I love how perfectly our bodies fit against each other." I run my hand down your arm, across your shoulder, and place it on my chest along with my other hand, "I love how strong you are, inside and out." I lean down and kiss your lips, "I love how soft you yourself are despite how tough you are."

By this point, as I sit straddled on you, you feel my wetness begin to accumulate on you. You're already excited, but the sensation only increases that. I move my hand from your chest around the back of your neck and slide down your chest to sit on your upper legs as I pull you up into a sitting up position. I kiss you again, wiggling your firmness in between my lips before raising up and lowering myself onto you slowly, never parting from your lips as both of us share our moans and groans at the sensation. I sit there for a moment as I pull my lips away. Arching backwards, I pull your head to my chest. "I don't want you to miss out on your enjoyment love. Please, try again, but gently." You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to hurt me, but relent under the irresistible urge. I lower my voice, "My love, if I wince, be gentler. Otherwise, you have my full consent to not stop. I promise, if it's too much, I'll ask you to." My words speak the promise that they are, conveying to you desire to please you while remaining true to the fact that you wouldn't want me to be unhappy or not be able to enjoy myself as well.

Slowly, you enjoy yourself, increasing your intensity gradually. I remain leaning back with a hand on your leg to support me and my other hand in your hair and your arms wrapped around me with your hands on my upper and lower back to hold me. As you enjoy yourself, I feel you hold me tighter as if you can't get enough and I smile happily knowing you're excited as you alternate enjoying both breasts. You remain in touch with my own body, relaxing at moments before I can even say anything, as if you can feel the shift in my muscles as they start to tense. After a bit, you finally look up at me smiling and I read your mind without you even thinking it. I know you're excited to drink from them someday, one day sooner than we both know.

You pull my lips to yours and sweetly, slowly, lovingly, we begin to make out as I start slowly rising and falling on you. What turned from a bit of teasing lust for me has turned into sweet love as I feel both excited and fulfilled being able to allow you to enjoy my body, even if it isn't something that directly excites me. Slowly, but steadily, we embrace each other as I ride you, gradually increasing speed. Groans of pleasure begin to leave our throats as our lips finally part and yours find their way to my neck. I start to really pick up speed with my hips as I feel your grip around me begin to tighten and your groans get more intense, showing me your nearing release. My own moans increase in pitch and loudness as I near myself. "Oh Dukalu, I love you! I want you, I want this! Us... this... our baby... yes!" My thoughts lose the ability to continue as I feel you arch and tense, causing me to sit all the way down on you as you release deep inside me, causing my own cascade of pleasure as I tense and cry out in pleasure.

You collapse backwards and I do forwards onto your chest. I lightly pant smiling, "I love you. There are many priorities in this life, but you will always be in the center of it. I can't wait for us to have a girl to place along side you in the center of my world." I look up at you, happier than ever with the evening's activities, confessions, realizations, and deepened love. "My sweet husband, I'm certain I've asked you this already, but please share with me as my brain seems to not be able to remember things properly this moment, how would you feel if I enjoyed your very lovely member with my tongue?"

When you go to such lengths to give me your breasts to pleasure myself, I first think that this is not what I want. If you do not receive pleasure, then there is no reason I should pleasure myself with them. But you insist. I yield. You seem so wanting to share your breasts purely for my pleasure. l still do not understand, but those breasts call to me. Is it my kink, I think? I love breasts tis true. I touch the globe of milk organ like it is a precious gem. A light touch on the nipple, a little bit browner than your skin but with a touch of pink in the center. You flinch to my dry finger, so I withdraw and reach my tongue to touch just the outside of the aurora and trace around it, gradually closing into the nipple itself. You seem calm and just a little bit delighted that I am enjoying myself. I still do not understand, but cannot help doing the same to the other nipple that stands before me in such a glorious setting as these two breasts. I do enjoy this touching of such an essential part of you. I close my mouth on the nipple without putting any pressure, my tongue licking the fount through which your milk will flow to our baby. I know the changes that will occur. I know how sensitive they will become when you are with child. I wonder about this and give you a little suck and you tense, so I release. I continue to massage the breast and push your nipple over my tongue. Occasionally, I close my whole mouth on you and inhale letting the air tingle your nerve endings and satisfy my oral fixation. You can feel my dick harden inside you when I do this, as it turns me on, and you can feel my excitement at your core if not at your breast. I know these nipples of yours will change and your breast will be responsive to your baby's suck. I make my own conclusion as to why you are sensitive. Should I tell her like I told her about her ovulation? A critical roll. She is pregnant already. She will realize soon enough. I will be sucking milk from these nipples one day soon. As I love on you, I realize you are getting your pleasure in your own way, by giving yourself to me. I realize that the selflessness of your need to please others is itself a pleasure and that I should not deny you. Here I am enjoying it for the first time. I had tried to please you, whereas really you wanted me to please myself just as badly. I fall in love with you again as if I were seeing you for the first time.

After I smile, you take your pleasure on me and we enjoy the love making. When you collapse on me and ask me permission to tongue my member, I revert momentarily to that same ingrained opinion, that you surely do not enjoy that and I do not if you get no pleasure. But then again, I see the look in your eyes. I was wrong. You want to pleasure me and herself, no matter what I believed was true. You want to express your love and desire. You have a way with people including myself to know what will make both of us happy and feel loved. I give in, as I knew I would, not because I want to appease you, because that was not what you were asking for. I give in to the sharing of my body to you. I open myself to you. "Yes love. You know this isn't my thing, like your breasts are not directly your thing, but please, pleasure yourself. I want you to. I've learned to see your love in a different way just now, about sharing everything, about not being self conscious about anything. Our sex is all over me. You will be tasting both of us together. If you still want that, then I will let my own guards down and let you love me as you desire. If you want to clean me first then we can do that sweetly first and then take me with your tongue. I'm new to this openness of my body. Teach me, love."

I chuckle, "I may need to catch my breath just a little. I am wondering though..." I sit my head up and look in your eyes. "Close your eyes love... for a moment, you're selfish. What's the one thing you would want done to your body? Tell me, what is it you truly desire?"

I dutifully close my eyes, but I reach out and hold your hand, gently rubbing your palm with my thumb like I like to do. "You might think that I should take more time to consider this, but I already have an answer for you. Our lovemaking has hit the highlights of how we touch our bodies in sex. I've gone too far with anal learning our boundaries, and now you have opened the door to pleasuring ourselves in sweet selfish ways. There is one manner of touching that we really have not explored as yet. Dear love, if you want me to be truly selfish about touching, then I ask this of you. I plead. I want your body to be free with me. I want my body to be that playground for you too.

If I turn over and lay on this bed, will you massage me all over? That seems like a simple request. But I have more to ask. I don't just want your hands on me, though that alone excites. I want you to massage me with your whole body, touching me with every part of you and exciting yourself as you do it. It requires a bit of agility I know, but I want to feel you go up my back muscles with your shoulder. I want you to rub your mound on my legs. I want you to rub your nipples wherever you want and claw me to get a better grip. Does that sound like a kink? I don't believe so. It is almost exactly what we have just politely shared, but more beastial and primitive like a cat that rubs his head against your leg. And when you are done with me that way, turn me over and pleasure my front in the same way. Treat my face as your scratching post, my hardness as a tree. Be my cat and Kit.

You asked. Does this go too far?"

I think for a second before placing my hand on your cheek saying, "Not your face love. If it’s alright, I’d rather not leave a mark there. Everything else... wait, I know how to make this better! I saw this thing in the shops in Baya when I got your feathers, it’s... I’ll just show you!"

I hop up quickly and excitedly run over to my bag, scrounge around in it, the pull something out and put it on my head. I stand and turn to you, wearing nothing but a headband with furry cat ears on it, black fur on the outside like my hair, pink fur on the inside of it, and a pink bow with a tiny bell at the bottom of each ear. I stand there, slightly twisting back and forth on my toes looking at you, "Do you like love?"

"Wait one second. I think I went to the same shop." I get up too and rummage through my pack and pull out a slender cat collar with an ID tag and a fake diamond. It reads, "Kit, Owned by Dukalu, return home if bad for spankings." I offer the collar to you with a smile.

I giggle excitedly as I bounce while nodding my head. Grinning from ear to ear, I stop long enough to be calm while you put it on me, as is common with ownership. Once on, I feel the connection that comes from wearing it and beam with pride. I am yours and there's no denying it now, not that I'd ever want to; I wear my wedding ring with pride after all and I love seeing that ours match, linking us together even more than before. I lean up to kiss you, then rub my nose against your cheek, initiating the play. You realize this and lie down on your stomach and put my hands and knees on the bed and proceed to crawl my way up your body straddling you. Momentarily, I touch myself to make sure I'm good and wet before I reach my hand back down and place them both on your shoulders. I begin kneading against your skin, allowing my nails to dig in a bit as I do.

I work my way from your shoulders to your upper arms, bending forward to rest my breasts against your upper back. I start to press into it, remember my sensitivity, and grumble quietly to myself, "Stupid sensitive... ugh!" and resolve to just holding them there for the moment. I knead into your arms, allowing my nails to make marks and not being gentle with my grip. As I place my hands on the sides of your back, I raise my chest so only the nipples are touching you and I lean my claws in, dragging both down your back slowly. Just above your wonderful butt, I pause. "Is this satisfying Sir?" I ask, instinctively using Sir instead of my love.

"Yes Kitty, please continue and don’t stop until you are orgasming or I’ll have to do it myself. I don’t have to cast Zone of Truth on you. I’ll know and then take you instead. It’s a win win, though I want you to do it yourself. Please proceed Kitty. "

I beam with pride, "I’m your Kitty!" All other parts of the statement have been almost ignored as I love my new nickname. I proceed with what I was doing, listening for any sounds of enjoyment from you as I work. In order to work towards my own enjoyment, I start gliding my lips across your body at every chance. I rest them on your left thigh and wiggle against you, spreading my wetness, and rubbing the sensitive clit causing me to slightly moan while stretching my nails up your body to drag them down again.

Moaning with pleasure and screaming softly to your claws, I feel my thigh getting wet, knowing full well how that is. It thrills me and I think, Good Kitty. Good.