Back Story

I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you. "I think we have similar goals, our child to be as breathtaking as the other mate. I just want her to be healthy and happy with your good hearted and loyal natured as you are. My love, we’re going to have a baby! Is it silly to still be extremely excited about it?" I ask as I vibrate with the desire to bounce up and down eagerly with joy.

Seeing your jittery excitement, I grab your hands and we bounce up and down in a kind of happy rage, stress testing the floor of the magical tent with the weight of my donned armor. We laugh together without words for a minute but then I break the magic, "Yes! Yes indeed love. I am truly happy to have more of you to hold and love, both in body for the next months and in family after that. We are so damn lucky to have found each other and can do this. I feel like the buried memory of us meeting before was locked away because we did not achieve this happiness then. At least not in any permanent way. We have our chance now, and I will not let anything undo it. Now let’s get our friends out of this sewer by defeating this beast. How about it, love?" I breathe you in and nibble on your neck.

I softly moan under your nibbles, "Yessss.... Uhh yes. Let’s get out of here or I’ll end up zapping you of the strength you have left." I quickly kiss you and then head down the rope to avoid temptation that I strongly want to give in to.

As much as I suggested we leave, I feel I would have rather you disagreed with me and jumped my bones to remove our armor and have for some more wild sex again. Seeing you leave, I miss you already even with your presence still on my mind. I need to touch you, to love you, to be one with you. I can't control my lust. I defy my self decorum and the rules of respect that holds me bound in social situations. We are in our private domain. We are free with each other and able to express anything. I wonder if this applies to everything? You would tell me I'm sure. This argument with myself isn't resolved, because my desire rises in my gut and my hand reaches out to you. I want to express my love and lust in every regard. With every last bit of my will, strength and agility, I answer manage to express my unending desire of you and affection. I break into a smile, abashed with what I am about to do. I grab your sweet ass as you climb down the rope.

I gasp and stop mid climbing as you grab my ass. I see the desire still in your eyes and I share the same look. By the gods I want to... no. I need to be a good goddess and think about him and the others. I need to be the compassionate wife and consider his strength. I need... all self control is lost when I see you subtly bite your lip. I jump from the rope to you, which given your current state, causes you to stumble backwards until you hit the bed and fall against it. My lips are on you with a need to have you, so furious and fast and passionate. I pull away and look at you, "We don’t have time to doff and don this again. Take me like you did in the caves! On my hands and knees, passion and desire causing our wild, wolf like responses. Please love, if you can and be okay, please."

Donned in my plate armor, ready for battle, I see my objective. Adrenaline rushes through as I consider how to take you with a strategic thrust, but first I must penetrate your defenses. The blackness of your leather hides any seams and gaps to a ninja warrior, but I know this terrain like the curves of my own wife. I slip through slick thighs and skirt my hand in under cover. Leading my way into the sensitive under garments of your last defense, I throw open the gates to reveal an unprotected doorway. With a little searching and perception by my nimble fingers, I’m in. Stroking the doorway to the secrets of the inner sanctum, I find the proper sequence that unlocks the floodgates and lets the slippery trap spring before moving my finger in further to unlatch the last vestiges of your trap. This is the moment that my growing force has been waiting for. The head of the best task force in the land surveys the open and moist sally port and lifts the portcullis is your redoubt. Entering in, my fierce soldier selves into the entryway and on to inner corridor to the secret sanctum. Finding my way into the fortress of your body of magnificent construction, I admire the architecther and come back to reenter with more force. Over and over I search all the side passages as more force grows larger and larger until I occupy the entire castle of you. My scouts have found their lookouts in two mountains further up from the valley I’ve penetrated. They seem the pinnacles to set up their base. The invasion continues. I reach maximum load. I find little if any resistance any longer yet your sirens wail with alarms. You negotiate desperately by calling out my name as if that will stop my force. Covering all flanks, my best hands scour the landscape of your facilities, feeling out the leather bound restraints of your inner resources. As you exhaust your movements and rivers of sweat pour from your every infrastructure, my maneuvers prepare to implant the explosions that will ripple through you. My rocket stands ready to shoot into the final cisterns of your reserves. You give a final push back against me and I fire my rocket, overwhelming the objective with the seeds of warfare. Your last structures shake and my lookouts fall from their perches as an earthquake of energy rocks the very foundations of you. I hold onto you and give out a final scream of victory as I see you collapse under my assault. I continue to stand erect and occupy your Capitol, even as I collect the taxes of your last allies. You are mine. I have planted my flag and will forever hold you against all enemies forthwith.

I collapse onto you, wracked with exhaustion from the onslaught my fortress had just taken. As once the lone goddess of my land, I now feel my king's arms wrap around me and capture me in his embrace. I had underestimated the assault that I knew was coming due to your lack of strength, but I was quickly proven wrong. Your scouts run into the forest of my hair and seize me, gently pulling me back to look at you. Our lips meet and the love we share floods both of our bodies and our tongues dance in union. Just as much as I am yours, you are also mine.

I rest my forehead against yours and smile. "Okay... I'm satiated... Thank you! You touch me and my heart melts from the love I feel for you. I am forever yours my love."

"and my heart melts for you too. Let our hearts melt together and form a bond that never breaks. I’ll be yours forever Kitty."

"Forever, even after the gods separate us Duke. I love you." I kiss you passionately before I sigh. "I know we should go, but I don't want to! How does your face feel my love? Does it hurt?" I kiss the new mark on your face gently.

"Anyone can see this black mark. It doesn’t hurt. But only you see the mark on my chest where we traded hearts. Only you see the pain in me when I am not touching you. There is no god that can cure my longing for you or take away the joy when we are together. No man or woman will ever leave a mark on me that changes my love for you. Only your love will cure me of this loneliness that I felt before I met you. Only you know me like this. You are my pain and love and cure and desire. Only you I love. And that love leaves a mark that all can see. I am yours Kitty. I’ll show that mark to all who would hurt you and they will cower before me. I will show that mark to go to the afterlife and find you even there. I am marked by you alone. This mark in my face will fade and my body will turn to dust but the mark on my heart will last forever. I love you. You mark me and I am the happiest man under the Great Skyhome.". I kiss you again and again. "I love you."

"You are mine and I am yours, may we both bare that mark. I love you too." I lay my head down on your chest, careless that my pillow is plate armor, and contently smile as I close my eyes, ready to sleep right then and there with you as I am worn but smitten.

I rest along side my conquest only for a moment and she is gone. I Remember her sweet words about me being her king. I chuckle as I am as much captive as that. I can hear her below already, walking amongst the party as a queen. But to my ears, your voice is muffled like an age old memory. I see you through the portal, but your visage is distorted by the dimensional door and is flattened into a mere avatar of your beauty. I miss you. How it is possible I do not know, after such a romp as we just had. Nevertheless, I miss you already. My metal breastplate Seems to constrict my breathing as I inhale for you and try to draw you back to me. It is pointless. I cannot. My breathing is deep and yet gives no sustainance. I realize that the plate does not restrain me. It is my own chest that tightens around my lungs, my heart and my life. It aches for you. My stomach turns with excitement just thinking about being near you and then protests when you are not. I am lovesick for you. If only I could reach out and touch you with my fingers and lips and need! Oh my love, I would give up my royal crown to hug and cuddle you. Perhaps then my heart would top racing and my breathing would settle into a kiss. But it probably will not. At least my heart will be able to reach out and touch yours and our bodies may become one. I long for that touch!

I feel eyes on me and I know they're yours. Why aren't you down here? Had you not heard me say that I was going to go check on everyone? Felt my kiss on your cheek? I'm missing you by my side and I'm longing for your hand in mine, your shoulder to rest my head on, you beside me. I cannot see you due to the door being a one-way sight, but I know you are there. With a loving, yet sexy smile, I lift my finger and beckon you to join me. I know that with that, you'll be down to join me in a matter of mere seconds and my heart and body both rejoice in being able to be reconnected with you. Being separated from you, even for the 30 minutes I was, was too long for me and I needed a lifetime beside you to make up for it. We are temporarily disconnected in the mind, but I still think to you, "Come join me, my lips are missing yours and my hand is empty and seeking a hand to fill it. Come comfort my heart by standing side by side with me as a king and queen should. I miss you, longing for you!"

I enjoy watching you, going from party member to party member. You even include Caine in your attentions. I remark at the similarities between the two of you Both of you are great looking, but she lacks the wonderful sweet and sassy qualities that I feel for. And when you point up to me, my heart quickens! Ok, Ok, I stopped fooling around and race down the rope. Over to your side, I steal your hand and kiss it, then hold it your belly and place my hand over yours as I stand behind you and allow you to lean your head against my strength, diminished though it is. You inspire all the strength I need.

I sigh happily with our position. I hold back a desire to shed a few tears of joy as your hand lies on mine and my hand lies above where our baby is. As our child grows inside me, I'm fairly certain that this position will be repeated multiples times over the next several months; which I do not complain about! I fall quickly in love with this, almost as if our whole little family is one at that moment. I look at you so that you can read my emotions and know how I'm feeling, then kiss you lovingly and with no care for who is looking as we're currently sharing a moment together that can't be ruined. I am in love with the man that not only loves me back, but also gave me the gift of a child, whom I love despite just learning about recently. My heart overflows from the love that I feel and I grin from ear to ear, ready to embrace any and everything that comes our way.

Seeing the transformational expression of love wash over your face as I place your hand on your belly and look into your eyes, my own eyes water and shed a tear that falls on your shoulder. Unconcerned about what others might think, I only hope they can see through whatever ails them today, to see the love that is us. I hold my family. I hold the darling woman that said yes to me and holds such growing affection to myself and to our child. You are wonderful. You are terrifying to those that would harm us and everyone you love. I am empowered by your love, but I also melt into your grace. As you lean into me, I feel stronger. I kiss you back and let my tears of joy fall to your cheeks where they join the ones that you thought you could hold back and emotion overwhelms us and flows down in tears to wash the world away and leave us standing proud and united in our passion for life.

As we walk to the druids' circle with Teth in the lead with the noble, you and I hang back and walk arms and arm. "It was great to have some alone time last night in our rope trick. It was such a long day, it felt like a week. Even though I feel asleep on you, I loved waking up in your arms and talking about how stressful it all was. We made love and all all our exhaustion fell away. The curse still weighs on my mind, but I am confident that will resolve. My problems are easy. You worry about our life, our Ana, how to make a home and a thriving community, our ship, our party, our quest, the gods, your morning sickness, Ana's education... You worry that none of this could possibly come true, no matter how optimistic I can be. This list of worries seems endless. I am so sorry that you have to take on so much at once. You know I will help. I'll listen to you. I feel more when I do. I even feel more for the party and our quest when you remind me to be empathetic. I love you for it. Even as your godhead makes you an endless source of light and love, I worry that such divinity is too much for the mortal Kitty that I care about. I will be your strength and will carry my end of our hope. Trust me. We will do fine." I squeeze your hand and gesture ahead on the trail.

Mushrooms glow in the dark forest even though I know it is bright morning above. The canopy is thick. Above, vultures sit and watch us and on the clearing, a dire jackal lies and scratches its flea bitten hide and waits. Looking around, Teth approaches the jackal and transforms into a doglike creature herself. They growl at each other and circle. I think to pull my sword, but you hold my sword hand down. We are patient. The dog and jackal do as much as fight and snap at each other, but I can tell there is a conversation going on, despite the blood drawn. The vultures are excited and fly around and squawk at each other. The jackal grapples the dog and it whelps and struggles to escape. The jackal releases its grip on the dog, who whelps again and comes back to us. In a blurring of reality, Teth stands in front of us, panting.

"They are not pleased, but they will help us, at a cost. The magic of the waterwaters was the abolith itself. I will go back and retrieve its heart for them. The evil reign of the thugs will be diminished without the abolith controlling the thugs for Loliath. I need to tell you this quickly, for you need to go help the others drive Loliath from the city as well. She has laid an ambush, they tell me.

The circle will heal the noble and collect his ransom. For you, Duke, eat this." She hands Duke a slimy paste of who knows what organic matter. He takes it and eats as his black mark recedes into an outline of its former shadow. The lines look wicked still, but Duke says he feels fine now.

"Go! I have had to offer my servitude to the circle for this. Give Stormslayer a kiss for me. I will meet you further along in your quest, I hope. Maybe I can even send you divinations. Good luck and GO!"

Kitsune runs up to Teth and gives her a warm hug. They both look like they are going to cry, but don't. A few words are exchanged, and Teth pulls away and walks backwards toward the circle. It lights up in a magical fire, and as Teth appears to be consumed in it, Kitsune runs again to her. It is obvious that she doesn't want to lose her friend. The magic circle blinds Duke, but he sees his wife recoil from the protection spell and fall. Without hesitation, Duke runs forward and catches her in both arms and carries her away as fast as he can. Looking down into her face, he sees the confusion, but also the rolled back eyes that he has seen before. His heart is wrenched out of his chest. He curses himself for not being able to protect her as she dives into the dark realms where she goes to do spiritual battle. He heals her, but she remains in the trance. As fast as he can run, Duke takes her into the sunlight and runs for the plaza. Now he seriously regrets this deal made with druids of rot. The party has lost the noble, Teth and now Kitty. For what? The hope that the abolith will not return? Or the hope that the goddess will not be able to find another way to enslave the city or maybe the capitol? "I want my Kitty back!"

The spirit realm is quiet, safe and empty. Kitsune relaxes to feel the burdens of life ease, but there is an emptiness. Looking around, she looks for its denizen. She runs up a bare hill and looks out on the undulating landscape. There are no mountains and no seas. Kit hears herself try to put reason to this, but cannot.

After a desperate dash up another hill, she turns and Uhti is there. She is more solid than last they met, but the featureless face still stares out from nothing. The figure of Uhti is quiet and curious.

"Child, you worry. Why? Everything is going to plan. Maztica will be saved. You will heal it, mother. We will stand on the top of the godless land and pour forth the chalice to begin a new age. Are you not excited by this?"

She waves her hand over the vista before Kit. The empty hills become an image of Maztica seen from an impossible high point on the knees of creators. She points and new spots of light appear in the landscape. A constellation of stellar luminaries begin to create a dim glow across the land. As more light appear, Kit can start to recognize cities of Maztica, including the little Quezalici. Uhti smiles when you look at the New Dawn on the Western sea.

"You are Uhti remember? The Red Woman started a church to us there in your new town. Can you not see the number of your faithful grow and light the land? When the land is filled with the light of our followers, we will have to power to ascend and be the goddess that we are meant to be. I know you are on quest to slay vampires and help princes acquire thrones and dwarves find their purpose in life. Just don’t forget the Chalice of the Gods and the life giving magic of that ancient relic from a world far away in the Great Skyhome. Don’t forget the child that you carry and her destiny. Don’t forget your place in this wondrous change that is happening. You will realize yourself soon Kiltzi. All the divinity of your tiloni will bathe this land in its empathy. I need you to be Kiltzi and force out these Faurunian gods. You have gathered Godslayer and Tototl and Thunder and even your Paladin to your side. Find your strength Kiltzi. Spread your empathy. Your church. Your faithful. We have much to do and I have been laying here dreaming of it, watching it all from my dungeon, seeing to it that the world is prepared for us. You must do the same. You must press your friends on to retrieve the chalice and ascend."

Kit stands there, shocked. The realization is hard to comprehend. She turns to Uhti, beginning to question but realizing that questions are pointless when she considers that Uhti probably knows as much as she does. "So... be Kiltzi... expel this Faerunian god by, oh shall we assume, empathy? I guess that I need to go up and lovingly encourage her to leave. This will be an interesting experience... That must mean that I pull my power from Kiltzi instead of you... Oh this is a lot! Okay, I need to kick this goddess out of my hand."