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Encouraged, I continue by dragging my nails over your wonderful butt, pushing my hips down your leg, causing my moans to get loud for a moment. I knead your butt and down to your thighs, leaning down and biting the back of your left thigh. While I do, I move my hips up and down your leg, causing my moans to escape through biting teeth. My wetness increases as my excitement does.

Letting out a low register growl, I feel the claw marks bleed. This is going to be interesting in the saddle tomorrow. I’m going to feel this sex throughout the day and there is no way I want to lay divine hands on it. My kitty made these. She gets to see me fidget in the saddle and know she gave me this pleasure. I hold my tongue as I bear t he weight of her body on my calves. My knees bend and I play my heels into some part of her body. I can’t tell what. I moan for more.

Happily, I get up and shift to sit on your back, spreading my wetness and I scoot to be on your butt, and resume wiggling and moaning as I lean forward to drag my nails down your legs. As I wiggle, I hit a move just in that perfect way to send electricity through me and bite down on the back of your right thigh this time, harder than I meant to, letting out a loud moan. I knead my way up your legs, digging my nails in, moving from the back to the sides as I slowly work my way up to your hips and butt again.

"you are driving me wild with your movements. My dick is hard against the sheets. Feel it wanting you, my Kitty."

"I want it too. May I please have it Sir?" I beg as I wiggle my wetness against your back, which has become even more wet than it had been due to the extreme sensitivity from all the pleasure and the aforementioned spike of excitement.

"Kitty, please, drop the Sir and call me Duke or love or Pretty Boy but definitely not White Boy. If you don’t mind I’ll call you Kitty though. You are my wife and my sex kitten too. I am not your Sir. I am your husband which means all that and more. Take my dick. It is yours. Please Kitty. I want you.". I gasp my speech out. I encourage you to roll me over on my back and I look longingly into your eyes. The love overwhelms the play acting, while I still enjoy your cat ears and collar. My kitten. My love. My wife.

I look and see the love in your eyes and instantly relax as I realize, I was trying to fall into a role that isn't there. I was falling back into that trap that the the man who'd taken advantage of me created. I shake my head slightly as if to get the thought of him out of it. This is my husband, I don't need to be something I haven't been with him. I smile lovingly as I lean down to kiss you. "Thank the gods, consider it gone my love." I slide down your body, pulling my lips away and letting my tongue stick out slightly and glide down your chest as I go along with my nails. As soon as my butt touches your stiffness, I rise up and slide down on it, taking all of you. I start kneading your chest as my muscles inside knead against your stiffness, squeezing and relaxing repeatedly around it.

As I turned over, I saw the look of a mechanical golem in your eyes as if you were playing a role and following instructions. This was the very thing I feared when giving myself over to selfish pleasure. My heart rang out to you, it aches to release you and I told you to stop. Should I have said Apple? It didn’t matter. I want my wife back. I did what I had to do to bring you back from that dark place and into the fold of my love. You relax and smile and take me as my wife. I am happy then. I feel your body fill with you and the excitement builds. Nothing before can compare to this feeling. "My kitten. Kitty. Kit. You make me happy." You smile for once and open your jaws as the orgasm strike you. You did it in your own. I could never have been the taskmaster and forced you. I could only snuggle and make love and sweetly fuck you Until I see that smile and hear you purr. "Kitty? My love. My wife. The mother of my children. You know this deep inside you. You know I love you. You also know that you bear my child inside you as we speak. That is why your nipples are sore. I know these things and I have been keeping the secret inside all night expected you to glow with the knowledge. Does that make you happy love? We are going to have a baby sooner than we thought. I want to see you glow my love. Give color to those cheeks. We are going to be parents!"

I look down at you so happy from a third round that also ended so lovingly. I hear your news and I process it. At first, excitement lights my eyes, but only for a moment as worry kicks in. I get up from straddling you and kneel down beside you on the bed. I look at you seriously with a bit of concern and fear in my eyes. "Duke, I know we just talked about it earlier this evening, but are you sure you're ready for this? If you're not, I understand. I mean, did you know this when we discussed this earlier? Are you happy about this?" I feel ecstatic about the knowledge, but the fear and insecurity inside me is screaming louder than logic, making her tear up a bit. The fear of you leaving rises up out of nowhere now that the situation is actually here and not just a hypothetical discussion.

"Love! Oh love!" I see the darkness still hanging over you and I give you a hug and kiss your forehead and cheeks. I smother you with kisses, real honest to goodness love kisses. "it’s frightening I know. You have a right to be frightened. And I have a right to be hopeful. We will see this through to it’s end and have a baby to show for it and when we worry about the baby, we will see it through and have a woman ready to marry her love and have grandkids and everything! One step at a time. I am not going anywhere except by your side. Just take it slow and feel the joy with me. Listen to hope proclaim our love and perseverance.". I hold your hand and feel the sweat in the palms. The claws are out on my kitten. She wants to run, to hide, but I sit there patiently waiting for your heart to match my rhythm as I hug you, our breath form a uniform breath, or fears and our hope commingle.

I start to cry in your hug as the fear starts to leave my body, being slowly replaced by your love. He loves me, I remind myself. Once I've calmed and my breath has matched yours, I pull back to see the love and hope in your eyes. Quietly, I say, "We're going to have a baby." The statement of it brings the excitement back as my face lights up with joy. "We're going to have a baby!" Squealing with excitement, I throw my arms around your neck and hug you tightly. I start crying again, but this time, it's tears of joy. After several moments of hugging and crying, I finally pull away and place my hand on my stomach. "My love, we have a little squish. I can't wait to love her as much as I love you."

I smile ear to ear. I laugh because I can’t help it. I yell out a battle cry then apologize to my wife for hurting her ears. I kiss them to make it all better. I need to practice that. "We are going to have a baby!"

I laugh as well. Your war cry is loud and excitable and despite your apologies, it's not necessary as I don't mind. I leap up off the bed and pull you up with me, doing my best interpretation of your battle cry, which makes us both laugh hard. We stare at each other, grinning like school kids in a candy aisle. I grab your hands and jump up and down repeatedly still surging with excitement for a moment, getting my excited jumps out, before finally sighing and hugging you. Unexpectedly, you pick my feet up off the ground and spin me around getting your last burst of excitement out before setting me on the ground. We share a very loving kiss before I turn to get myself some water from the table.

As I do, I start thinking. We're going to have a baby! As I pour my cup and start sipping on it, my brain starts thinking further, a million thoughts eventually rushing through my head. Lists start to form in all different kinds of categories. Finally as I hold my glass, I start pacing by the table and without realizing it, I open my mouth and the surge of thoughts escape it as the captain and leader in me comes out. "I'm so happy that leather corset armor is flexible to move with me, otherwise, I'd have to get all new armor. I still might have to get all new armor if I get... well... big. We should find a way to get word to Poca to expand the captain's quarters if possible to make room for a bassinet... or maybe just adjust the ship and give squish her own room that adjoins to ours. Oh speaking of people, should we tell the party out there? We've finally found harmony for the most part, damn Dwarves are always grumpy about something, and I'd hate to shake that up. Maybe we should wait to tell them. What do you think love? Or only tell Storm? I know you two have that brotherly romance going on and he was amazing enough to quickly react to protect me, he'll certainly love having a baby around. I saw how he looked at the motherless babe. Which reminds me, that woman went through some hell of a pain, if you're by my side, you better be actually by my side even through that. Oh, we need to pick a place to build a home in Quezalici too, I wouldn't want to have the child in a cave. We'll need to figure out names, I mean we'll have to cement a female name down but we should pick a male name just in case I'm wrong about our first child. Oh adventuring won't be easy after a point, but I'm a witch after all, a bit of trickery here and there, it should be fine. I do know you though, if it came to it, you'd sacrifice your life to protect us but none of that! We protect each other. This means you have to be careful now too. We both need to be mindful, I can be quite reckless at times. I know the child won't inherit magic from me but maybe she'll be a Paladin herself like her daddy. I wonder if our child will be partly a goddess too with the whole reborn goddess thing going on with me. Aren't there people like that? What the... oh Aasimars, some kind of angelic, god-like humans or something? Did we just create an Aasimar? I hope her ears have a slight point, it'd be so adorable! What do you think about a very pale yellow for the child's room?"

I finally stop and look at where you were, only to realize you've gone and sat down on the bed and have been watching me pace. Judging by the amused look on your face, I figure you've either tried to get my attention and I never heard you or you're just entertained with my constant thoughts spewing out. I also realize that I'm not sure I've breathed truly through the whole speech I just gave and that I've been standing as if I were barking orders to our crew. I soften both in stance and in mind. "I'm sorry love, there's just so much to consider and my brain decided to try to consider it all in one night." I walk over and kiss you gently. "I genuinely hope she gets your idealistic and dreamy nature, and your looks, and your heart, and everything about you honestly. We would be the luckiest parents ever if that happened." I listen to you modify that statement by adding traits about as I knew you would do, ever the in love sweet husband I married. You pull me into bed and we curl up together both elated with the realization of the evening.

For some reason, I start thinking about the situation of Uhti flashing a familiar face again. "My love, there's something I need to tell you so I can ask you a question. One night when we were on the Shulker, when we were cuddling in bed, Qotal spoke to me.
He referred to me as Kiltzi and it was late, I thought I'd dreamed it or not realized the situation, but... hear me out! Uhti shifted into a girl, about 10 years of age. She had brown skin, light hair, and was beautiful, as if she was a noble Maztican. She looked as if she was related to someone I know and I can't fully put my hand on it, but... stay with me here. She had a single white feather in her hair, which you said was a symbol of being close to Qotal. I know I'm working up a whole theory here, but it's been on my mind ever since Uhti and that group left and so I've had time to craft this whole conspiracy. But, we're both attractive, I have brown skin, you have light hair and you're Maztican. If you are Qotal, it would make sense she'd have a feather symbolizing closeness to you. I know I'm getting into a real intelligence check here, but back to her looks. That base description... doesn't it sound like it could be our daughter? Unless you have an extremely young sister that I don't know about yet."

My excitement over the news pales to your exhaustive planning and fussing over details. I try to insert suggestions on names in the ancient Nahuatl tongue but you are flying from subject to subject in the cutest of ways. I simply sit back on the bed and watch the show with love in my heart.

You think about the image you saw when you asked Uhti to show her true form under the zone of truth. She was light like Duke and extremely beautiful. As you remember the image, you may remember the details in your fury of doing details. Having wished your child would have some point to her ears, you may be disappointed that the image did not have them. But the feather is definitely the same style in ornamentation and connection details as your husband’s feathers. Even the feathers you bought him, he had added those details to give homage to Qotal.

Whenever your orbit would come close the the sun of your husband, I would reach out and brush my fingers on yours and laugh. Occasionally I even get a kiss in. When at last you settle into bed for sleep, your mind still races. I try to make out and enjoy your constant thinking and planning. I chuckle and lay my head upon the pillow as you sit up and talk. Eventually I doze, but I hold onto you in our marital bliss. "What about Eulfgiffu for a name?" I say knowing full well that it is noble and traditional and downright awful. My suggestion had the expected result of your immediate horror of it and then a stream of beautiful suggestions in list and counter list format. I fall asleep happy.

I look over and see you asleep. I realize I’ve been spouting off again. I decide to lay down into your hold and curl up around you. As I do, I realize that I’ve been exhausted. I start to fall asleep, but get one last sassy comment out, "As Faerunian as it is, Hope is a better name than Eulfgiffu..." I smile at my statement knowing only I can hear it before falling asleep happy as well.

I wake and see you cuddle up next to me. I’m glad you finally were able to rest and fall asleep but I have a thought. A delicious and compelling thought. I can’t stand it and do the unspeakable. I wake you.

"Kitty, Kitty, wake up. May I still call you Kitty? Those ears are just so cute.

I know we have done everything to make our commitment to each other. We married in the most intimate way and formed the most lasting bond any couple can make. With this child, we confirm our marriage and consummate it. I know all of this and am overjoyed. I love you. Everything about our marriage makes me happy. But I have one request. You have tried to find my true desires and perform them for me. And I have learned that allowing you to do so, gives us both pleasure. But sex in bed or out of it isn’t what I want most from you. Happiness yes. Security and safety and a stress free life yes. I want all that. But Kitty, there is one unsatisfied desire I have. ".

You looked worried and concerned and ask what you can do. I know you want to appease me. No, I’ve learned that is not it. You want to pleasure yourself by pleasing me. That’s more the mark. And I must allow that. I allow myself to enjoy that as long as it pleases you and me both.

"Kitty, I want you to wear the white gown of the Kiltzi Temple and walk before me and give yourself in marriage with me. I want to swear before the gods that I will love and protect you. I want a wedding celebration. A dance. I want all the pomp of a real wedding. Is that wrong of me to ask that after we have already married and made a child? We could even send for your parents. Would you like that?

Kitsune Calypso, will you marry me in the Temple?"

I groan for a moment before opening my eyes a bit to see you looking at me. I hate the process of waking up and I'm sure the look on my face stares daggers as I contemplate using one of my own on you for waking me. I nod in response to calling me Kitty, I really like it, but it reminds me to remove the collar and ears as you talk. I listen happily and curiously, but grow concerned at the end. Once you tell me your desire, I sit up and look at you stunned. A ceremony! We had been married in a way more traditional of pirates, but an actual ceremony. I rest my hand on your cheek, stroking your cheek with my thumb.

"I would love nothing more! I wanted to ask you for the same, but I didn't think there'd be a reason to request one since we were already married. I would love to wear the white gown and see you in a suit yourself that isn't shiny for once. For you, I've given my whole life and love, I can give myself in marriage again to you. All of the pomp and fun that goes with it too! Both of our families and our new friends outside, the crew, everyone could be there! So what if it's wrong or right to ask now that we're married and with child, let's do it anyway!

I kiss you excitedly, I didn't think that my heart could fill with this much joy and love again so soon, but I am surprised to see it is. A baby and a wedding! If we hadn't been married already, I would've said no, too afraid that this was a move just because of being with child. But we'd already promised ourselves to each other. We are mates, and soon in the eyes of the gods as well. I pull away from the kiss and squeal excitedly again before putting on an amused expression. "We should totally ask Storm to be the flower child! Just imagine his 7 foot something tall body walking down the aisle dropping pedals with a flower crown on his head. You can't tell me that's not the funniest thought!" I start laughing hard at my own statement.

"By the gods, that’s funny! Yes. He would absolutely do that for us if you ask him. Oh Kitty, we have plenty of time to dream and prepare for this. Let’s keep thinking of ways to make it so special. We will have to make it to Ibn-Tulom, but that’s in Far Payit where Camazotz’s hidden temple must be so we will be going there eventually. And your parents? I know so little about them. Would they come? We might be able to send a pluma message from Nexal so they can make the journey."

"I would love that. Oh, I would love that! I love you so much. I rest my forehead against yours, "Thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world. I don't know what I would do without you, what I'd be without you." I snuggled back down against you again.

"I’m so glad. But I’m sure you still be that beautiful smart ass that you are. I’m just lucky to have caught your attention and can revel in your affections. I thank the gods for that.". Holding onto you, I stroke your hair so you can go to sleep again and wonder if all this were a dream or not