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I wake up slowly, feeling your body still snuggled up against mine. I feel bad because I wanted to do more, but the fight yesterday and carrying Ana makes me so tired! I want to wiggle again, but I can feel your rhythmic breaths saying you’re asleep. I lay there and think while you’re sleeping about our little family. I dream of you looking excitedly as you feel Ana kick against your hand. I feel the sensation of your hands and arms wrapped around my belly, loving and protective. I smile knowing you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me once I’m producing milk. I start thinking about the night before, getting wet with the thoughts. I feel your stiffness between my legs, and I want badly to move you so you’re inside me, but the concerned wife in me decides to let you be so you can be rested for the day ahead of them.

Despite that, I feel your grip tighten around me as you begin to awaken. I smile eagerly wiggle against your hips. I roll over and kiss you, much more passionately than a morning kiss would be. "My love, I wanted to do so much more with you last night, but it seems I fell asleep before that could happen. Might we finish what we started?" I slide my hand up your arm, down your side, and in between our legs, gripping your firmness and rubbing it slowly, brushing it against my wetness that’s been eagerly awaiting your awakening.

"I was wanting to tell you so, to have you turn around as you just did and do the same touching again. I was so turned on doing that last love making for you, my fingers wet inside you. Yes, love. My body still quakes from it and wants you. Feel my dick grow in your hand, Kitty. Even as I speak of it, I smell your excitement." While you have your hands in my crotch and you stroke my member up and down, I touch your cheeks and stretch my fingers into your scalp. I kiss you on the lips with our tongues touching. I grow our excitement for touching. You moan your pleasure and gasp between kisses.

I whisper to you in between my own noises, "Then my love, what are you waiting for?" I stop my hand at the base of your excitement and slip the tip just inside of me. In one swift moment, you flip us so that you're over me and pinning me down to the bed while also fully inside of me. You begin to move your hips slowly, almost agonizingly slow, but every movement is filled with passion. I feel you taking your time. I put my fingers in between your own and interlock our hands as I place my legs on yours, interlocking us there too. I want to be touching every inch of you possible. I desire more of you constantly. I moan and cry out in the slow pleasure. I lift my chin for you to kiss me, but before you can, I grab your lower lip between my teeth and gently pull it through my teeth as I let out a long moan.

Turned on by the bite so much that my dick jerks and my breath is taken away. Damn my heart speeds past normal ecstasy and nearly breaks my resolve to be slow and tender. I grab you by the ass and pull you up and back on the bed, your shoulders sliding against the sheets until I stand on the floor of the tent and hold you up, shoving my force into your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. I have complete control over your body now as I pleasure myself inside you. Taking advantage of your position, I lower you on the bed and spin you. You grab hold of the covers with your fists and try to playfully escape me. I pick up your thighs again like a cart and re-enter you. Giving you some forceful penetrations, I then drop myself and your knees back onto the bed and reach for your round breasts. The pregnancy sensitive nipples make you gasp as I grasp them and fondle them, even while my dick moves in and out of your over stimulated pussy walls. My balls push against you with a rhythm that demands your attention, each thrust being an excuse for your moans and quickness of breath. I enjoy the softness of making love, but sometimes I need to be aggressive and you seem to respond to the manliness of it. I want you and need you and I’m going to take you. I stretch my body over your back and wrap my arms around you as my nipples ride your shoulder blades, my fingers both enjoy your tits and play with your clit, my palm pressed into your mound as I fuck my dick inside you. As I break out into a sweat and slide along your sweaty back, we arch our bodies together and feel our excitement build together. Riding you like a beast, I penetrate hard and deeper than when we are front to front. The feeling grows until there is no holding back. I lose my cum load into you. It is so intense that you close your pussy on my dick with a squeeze and cum pours down your thigh. I slap your ass with the excitement and push you forward so that I can collapse into you while keeping myself in you. "I needed that! Just the taking of you when all I can think about is taking you. I promise I’ll take my time next time love. I’ll caress you. I’ll respond to your your every need. But FUCK, I need that!"

Panting happily, I pull my hand from under you and reach behind me to put it in your hair as I smile and say, "Please don't make promises that I don't want you to keep. That was amazingly intense Duke! Please, do that again! FUCK, that was amazing! YOU are amazing!! I love you so much." After a moment of laying there and enjoying the intense passion that had just ensued, I giggle before wiggling the finger with my wedding ring on it and commenting, "I'm not sure if you noticed love, but you've already taken me." I laugh as hard as I can given that I'm sandwiched between yourself and the bed; not that I'm complaining. I know that in a few months, we won't be able to lay like this so I enjoy it while it's happening.

"Dukalu," I say both seriously and lovingly, "if I can be honest with you for a moment... when we originally mentioned starting a family already, I wasn't sure of it. I didn't honestly think it would happen so fast! I thought for sure that we'd have time, I never expected you to be so fertile. But I've been thinking about it lately and I realized that I was just scared. I'm still scared, of course. But now that it's happening, I honestly couldn't be happier to do this with you! I'm absolutely ecstatic to say that I'm carrying your baby, the spawn of your seed and our love, our daughter. Thank you for giving me this wonderful gift!"

"Kitty, I know I have taken you off the market, imprisoned you in my heart, but that was not what I mean and you know it. I have you because I declared my love for you and you exclaim, 'my heart!' I respect your needs and your fears and will be forever your protector. I have penetrated you and impregnated you and have made you a mother to Ana, when you didn't even know what I was asking of you, but I knew that together we could do this beautiful thing. You know this. It is my oath. But I needed something more from you this morning than just a person to pleasure. I need to take you in that aggressive way that my body and mind wanted to take you. I crave you, Kitty. Sometimes I cannot hide the fact that I simply need your body to fuck. My penis knows what it wants and that is your pussy, even while I know I want the whole of your being and the light of your eyes and the empathy that you show even a thug or even Jacob. I see you being anxious and petty and vindictive, and I chuckle. You are human and have those needs as well as the divine ones. I know this. I love you totally, Kitty. That is why I feel free with you. No barriers. No embarrassments. No holds. That is what I was expressing this morning. Our love can handle that, all of that, all of ourselves and the parts of us that is still growing and learning themselves. We will change. Your body will change rapidly soon. Our love will grow to encompass a family, a collective of friends, an entire town. But here... right now... you are mine and I am yours. I love you Kitty. And there is no need for thanks due me. We are our gift to each other."

"I love you too, but I’m only half human sweetheart. Yes, I do know what you mean, and I hope that you do take me like that whenever you want, that was so primal, I loved every moment of it! We’re both very mortal in our own ways. But I am going to change rapidly. Are you okay with that? I won’t be so slim and tiny, I’ll have cravings, mood swings, oh the gods all of the crying and emotions... I’m sorry as that’s a bit vain I think of me to ask, but... will you still look at me the same if I’m not myself?

We rest on the bed side by side as we pillow talk. I have one leg left over you. You relax on your belly and look sideway at me sitting up on my elbows. I admire your cum soaked ass and your hair tossed by my roughness. "I’ll tell you again, I want all of you. As big and pregnant as you become, as emotional, and craving as you have to be, I’ll still look at you with the horniest of desire." I can’t resist. I have to have you. I climb over you, turn you to face up at me, kneeing your legs apart. You spread them readily and I notch my fat cock head in your slick pussy mouth. I give it a first push.

"Tell me you love me. Tell me you know I will always love you because you are always my love. Tight pussy now, swollen with child soon, wracked with labor pains and needing my penis to focus through the pain, you singing curse words through the pain of childbirth and at last crying with Ana in your arms. I will want to fuck you and love you, Kitty."

We nuzzle each other, our kisses gradually getting more ardent and we get excited again. There is no reluctance as you urge me to suck your nipples and then demand that I slide my dick in you again.

This time I am not as rough, and I try to pay attention to how you react to things so I can keep doing the things you like best. You quake, your pussy squeezing and stroking my cock, but I hold back still and keep fucking you. I scoot this way and that, trying to find some way to get all of my cock in you. I rock back and forth into you, my mouth completely covering yours, my tongue probing your mouth and sucking the short breathe out of you.

I immediately go up on my toes and grind the base of my cock up into your clitty, pushing hard against it. I release my mouth’s hold on you and you scream with pleasure.

The effect is electrifying. Your legs shoot straight out and your heels dig into the mattress as your back arches. I am much too heavy for you to lift that way, but your clit grinds back into my pubic bone and you explode into an orgasm. You vocalize it by panting curses "Oh fuck … oh shit … oh fuck … oh Duke! .. oh fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!!!!!"

I collapse from my arching and tense muscles into the bed, panting still, smiling exhaustedly and euphorically. "That was... earth shatteringly... amazing!!" I wrap my arms around you and kiss you as if I've never kissed you before. I love every second of the moments that you're selfish with your desires or when we're mutually just loving. This... this was intense! It was passionate, possessive, affirming, loving, it was everything in one and I lived for every second of it!

I finally part our lips, but pull your head down so our foreheads are touching. "I love you, more than ever possible. I know that you love me and always will no matter what. I just need reminding at times when the self-consciousness gets a bit louder than reality. Thank you for reaffirming that, especially the way you did. I couldn't ask for a better mate than you! I'm so happy to be going through this with you, I don't think I'll be too happy about the pain, but I know you won't leave my side for anything. I know you'll pleasure me through the pain, you'll encourage me when I feel like I can't push anymore, and you'll be right beside me crying when we get to meet her. I'm so excited for every moment! I love you more than I can find words to describe. You're just... perfect."

"Nonsense. Just perfect for you. Just like you are perfect for me." All I can think about is kissing you so I do.

I kiss you back, not wanting to separate from you either. After who knows how long of making out, I finally pull away and remind you that we need to get started with our day. Finally separating from each other, we get up and take a bath, cleaning each other up after all of our morning fun. We dry each other off before putting on our robes and enjoying a breakfast together as we talk aimlessly about general things, telling jokes, and laughing and smiling together.

We start to finally get ready for our day. As we start to get dressed, I stop you. I run my hand across the new scar on your stomach, as if making sure that you’re actually healed from the wound. After a second, I feel content that you’re actually healed, and I lean up and kiss you lovingly. Resuming getting ready, we both get our armor on and ready for the day. As we walk up to the rope, I turn you towards me. Looking in your eyes, I say, "Remember the thing you did love, where you inhaled my scent, tasted my neck, kissed me, all of that? I want to make that our tradition. I want to carry the sense of you with me whether you’re beside me or not. Is that alright with you love?"

You can tell by my reaction. I have a smile of joy on my face and eyes alight. "I wouldn’t miss this tradition for the world, anything to celebrate our love and remember each other through the day." Holding your hands in mine at our waists, I pull you closer so our hands are on my waist, your arms against me. I tuck my muzzle in below your hair and bite lightly on your ear lobe, pulling down your neck, letting the ear lobe go quickly and, with my open mouth, sucking your skin’s taste and smell and feeling with my tongue. I close my mouth and look in your eyes and back down to your full and parted lips, I kiss you good morning. As I pull back, my eyes are full of concern, "How are you love? Still no morning sickness? You’re a lucky one."

I smile at you, heart bursting with joy, "No, none! Other than the bit of sensitivity, I feel fine so far. Trust love, I’m counting my stars that I’m not struggling with sickness at all. It’s quite nice! I’m starting to wonder if you’re so medicine inclined as you thought..." I laugh, poking fun at you, before looking at you seriously again. "Thank you my love for asking, I’m so overfilled with love when you’re checking on me or doting on me, making sure I’m okay. I don’t care what the others think, I love it, thank you. How are you feeling my love? Are you ready to face the day? Possibly run into something just as bad as last night?" I look at you with the same concern that you showed me.

"Ah love. I can’t help but show my concern. My feeling are written clearly on my face every time I look at you.

Maybe I’m prepared. Im sure what we have chosen to face will be horrifying but it makes our loving afterward that much more precious and our world that much more safe for Ana."

I slip from your hands and, taking one last look at you, I slide down the rope.

I look lovingly back at you, always hating this part of the day a little. I’d much rather just stay in bed with you all day if I were honest. But you have a good point, it makes the time we spend together mean so much more and it’s safer for Ana; and that’s more important. I take a deep breath, making a mental note to hold your hand more today if opportunity permits, and then slide down the rope behind you.

From somewhere in your mind, you hear my voice. "Duke, my absolute love," I'm trying my best to seem as calm as possible, but I'm obviously quite panicked, "my love I tried to open the gate. I could hear you screaming, I'm so sorry! Please try to remain calm love, don't be too irrational, I don't want you to get hurt! I love you and I'm okay, we're okay..." I refuse to express the fear that "I'm okay" continues to include "for now."

""We'? Oh love, Oh loves! I will come for both of you. I have the party working fast. Storm was brilliant in thinking through the staircase, but I am going to lead them to you and rescue you in the grandest of manners, sweeping you off your feet and into my arms. Jacob slipped in and opened the gate. We are already on our way love. You do not worry. I love you and I will move Maztica itself to get you back in my arms again. Do you feel my protection now? I cast sanctuary on you. They dare not touch you. Do not fight or you will ruin the spell. Remember I am protecting you and our child even as we speak and I am racing to you. Tell me how to go. Tell me every turn, and I will be there for you! Say the word, and I will jump into the air for you, like i do at every kiss. I'll float to the clouds to pull you back to Maztica, like I do when I lay down beside you. I'll fly to the Great Skyhome and pluck you from the stars, as I do when I make love you. Oh Kitty, my angel, my family, our love will keep the three of us together always."

I fight back the tears that I want to shed hearing you. "We made a right turn about... uhhh... 150 feet from the gate? Then an immediate left into a curvy hallway. I've stopped struggling, I shall not cast the first blow. I hear these two speaking in Elven saying that the Queen will be satisfied to have me. I feel your protection... but my love, I'm scared! I'm so scared! This isn't the city guards holding me and I can just charm them. I can't even control my emotions to try to cast that ability! I don't have a good feeling, something isn't going to go well, I just want to go back to our tent. I want to be back in bed with you, in each other's arms, talking about Ana, planning our wedding, making love! Dukalu please!"

Typical of my brain, I jump to the biggest fear first, especially now as I'm freaking out. "I love you more than anything! The time I've had with you has been the best days of my life, with learning about Ana being easily the most amazing day of them all! Please tell Jacob that I'm sorry! Tell him that I shouldn't have shrugged him off, I just... I wasn't ready for them to know. Tell them all that I love them please, they've become family at this point to me. Storm would've, errr, would be a great Uncle to Ana! Dukalu, be careful, you have to protect them too! They're as much family now as Ana and myself! Make another left at the end of the hallway. Please promise me that you'll take care of them, you have to take care of them! I don't want one of them to fall because of me! If this goes wrong, you have to protect them... as my Knight, your Goddess commands it... please. Second path to the right, take it. I don't think the one holding my mouth is going to be too happy... I feel another instance of my stomach turning inside out..."

Hopefully being sick on someone doesn’t count as an attack for the sanctuary spell!

Now hush that talk about the party. We will all come safe and sound to your rescue. You will know us the glowing light of my sword and the beacon in my heart for you. Keep with me. Tell me every turn. Don’t stop or my heart will stop.

The pain of the separation from my wife’s thoughts and her constant touches drives me insane. I am focused on the rescue, but I try to separate my emotions from the tasks at hand. It is an exercise that they teach in the Tenple to Qotal. They teach it to all warriors for their own protection of their minds in battle, but I took to the craft a bit too well.

The skill is a mental one, a way to disassociate oneselves from what one is doing and what one knows. It made it easy to understand what Kitty does herself, but this skill is more a form of splitting a tiloni itself. I didn’t want to do this for so short a period of time as what I anticipate I will be apart from Kitty right now. It is still hard to even judge time now. Being apart like this seems infinite. My heart breaks already. Soon, my tiloni will spill out into the stone floor and my body fly away an empty husk.

I know what I have to do. I have to unlock my tiloni and hold onto a pinned memory of you, like scrolling through a library of images I have of you and make that emotional connection that forms when I lock eyes with you, even in a memory. That alone will get me through this battle with the Drow before I can untie you and embrace you.

So without the proper meditation, I open the hold I have on my tiloni, just a little. I need to pick one image, among the many. I don’t have time to scroll, you in your cap, in your full Skulker Captain wear, all your smiles that I cherish. I grab one from that locked vault I have. I don’t look at it. I simply apply myself to you, binding in its emotional aura.

It wasn’t what I was expecting. The feeling wasn’t the same. I felt all the memories of the image, both love in pain, or heartache. The memories shocked me. Dropped my mind to its knees as I remember you in a far far different way than I had allowed myself before.

Oh yes, the memory was of you. Beautiful and young. It starts off right. You smile at me and I recognize you from my present sense and that should have been enough to get me through this battle. But having opened my lock on this memory, the rest of the memory floods me as well. I was seeing you for the first time and to my shock, I am not on the deck of the Skulker. You are not in a silky pirate’s outfit claiming to be a rogue.

There you are, serving me a strange drink that the local Aumish call ale. You are a slip of a girl in red linen blouse and a pleated black skirt and tall boots. The fashions in Faerun fascinate me as this is not a combination that I have ever seen in my Payit home and do not even recognize from the courts of The Sword Coast, but this girl before me absolutely captivates me by how you move the skirt. The cloth of the blouse is tight as if you have outgrown it but like the effect it has on men so you keep it. The holes between the buttons down the front are large gaps of sweet creamy flesh but aggravatingly too small to appreciate the curve of a breast I can barely make out inside. You are no more than 16 and I am 3 years older. I am on my trek, visiting foreign lands in my training as an Eagle Knight. With the opening of trade routes over the Trackless Sea, I have come to the trading port city of Aum to take in the sights and learn the language. I look at you and want to learn your language and take in your sights. You smile at me as if you enjoy flirting with handsome strangers, but turn before I can get your name. There is that walk and merry tilt of the hips again as the pleats of your skirt flip up and I see your shapely thighs. I hear a giggle and immediately know you did that walk for me, felt my eyes on you like a lover’s kiss.

I know you are the Innkeepers’ daughter. The stereotype does not escape me, but I care not. I have to talk to you And piece this memory back together. I ask myself why I do not remember that I have met you before. Why have I permanently blocked this sweet memory. The heartache that accompanies all of my relationships surely is not so bad that this one warrants such a division of my tiloni? Dare I ask why she does not remember me either!

I see you skip over with empty platter to another table in the back of your parents’ inn. In the dark far from the hearthstone where the I am and let my fire burns, you lean over an older man and let him touch your cheek. Though I feel only jealous in the memory, I now know who this man is.