Back Story

"It’s a very good thing that you hope she looks like both of us, because for the most part, I believe that’s how it works. As long as she is ours, I will be happy. I am so glad we started on a family now and not waited. I know it means we have to be overly protective but we would be anyway. I would be so lost without you, and now it is the same without Ana. Both of you are everything I could want or wish for. Of course I may change my mind after having Ana and want more of you, little boys and more girls. I could never have enough of you."

I cut my eye at you and smirk at your smartass statement. "I hope she's ours too, I'd be shocked if she wasn't mine! And it does, it means being a lot more protective, even more so once I'm unable to get around as easily. We have to finish this mission before I get so round that I'm waddling all over the place. But I'm happy we have her, I honestly can't wait to meet her! You both are my everything as well and I love you both more than anything! Still not sure on more though, but my ears are open to the suggestion. We should make another one right now..." I look at you with lust in my eyes.

I see the lust in your eyes. I hear you want to make another child... now, you say. It does not compute. Now? Sounds great! Maybe my brilliant wife knows something I do not. I do what is the mental equivalent to a shrug, and look back with an equal measure of lust. Your eyes start to smolder and the desire in me ignites. I have practice now as an impregnator and procreator. I push you back onto the bed and take a whiff of your perfume. The wolf of me takes over. I smell the sex that we just had before I did my sketches, and I trace the scent to your honey pot. Digging my tongue into your folds and over your mound. I clean you. Even as I suck off our cum, your wetness rises from every pore to defeat me. I hear you protest what I am doing but also moan that you like it anyway! There is so much cum in your pussy from before, that I drive my tongue deep inside you, my cheeks rubbing your vagina walls and my nose snow blowing up to your clit, where I lick every angle of you and press my flat of my tongue on it and hold it there, gently rocking the pressure back and forth, back and forth, until you quake. My thumbs have your hips pinned down to the sheets even though you try to rise and arch your back in your orgasm. You have only to pull at my hair and scream for me to stop! But you do not! You cannot! Until the rise in your voice sings your pleasure to the stars.

As your song slowly tapers off, I knell up and grab my cock, stroking it for you to see as you open your eyes. "May I offer you dessert?" THe fingers of one hand spread your pussy wide while my other fingers slides up and down my glistening member. "Well?"

I am overcome with the extreme sensation! It takes a moment for me to realize what you're saying as my brain tries to recover the ability to process thoughts after the mindblowing experience you just gave me. Once it does began to function, I'm eager to say, "Yes! Give me dessert love!"

"Don't squeeze all the cream puff at once," I joke as I sink my dick to your extreme depth. Your canal is floating with juice. My cock slides all the way to your wall and slams into it. My balls are tight against you and I lean my weight on top of you. Ana is there I know, but she is so tiny inside you. If she senses me, it is only an awareness of her father as part of her mother, the part that is missing much of the time, but that massages mother from the inside when she is the most happy. I screw and run my chest against your sensitive nipples, my sighs and moans deep in your ears. I fuck until I feel your body begin to writhe under me to my movements, and then I seize my body, my balls curl up inside themselves and send another load of cream deep inside you again. I twist my body under you and keep you attached to me, even while I rock you back and forth on me until you cum back to me your pleasure,. I hold you in my arms, "Too bad that can't be our next pregancy. It would have been twins for sure."

I lay there in your arms exhausted and satiated from the amazing dessert I just got. Our bodies moving together, celebrating the bean you put inside me, your massaging my walls and they returning the favor in the end to massage your cock, us combining our juices, creating a life that will have to wait until after we have Ana to exist. I smile at your statement as I reply, "I'd hope not, do you really think I could handle giving birth to two children?! Just Ana is perfectly fine with me." Looking at your face, my finger starts to trace the outline left on it. "It doesn't bother you, right? Visually, I adore it!"

Glowing in you attention, I allow you to touch my vestige of curse. It still tickles when you touch it, which is doubly funny, since I am not ticklish in any way anywhere on my body but my scar. "o love. You may touch me anywhere Kitty. You say you like the visual part? But not the touch? It does have a feeling of a scar, like a necrosis. It tickles when you trace it. I wonder if it still holds some power..."

"Hopefully no ill power at least..." Laying my hand over it, I concentrate hard. "Kiltzi, may your light and love shine down and heal this loyal Knight of yours of any remaining disease, curse, or ill effects.... Do you feel any different love?"

As you call upon the powers of Kiltzi, I see you soften with empathetic energy. Your beauty radiates and my heart bows to your glory. But when you direct that power to shine down and heal me, there is sharp pain in my skull. It originates from the old curse mark. Kitty sees the trace lines of the mark grow purplish blue. The pain become unbearable as my mind tries to isolate the pain from my own thoughts. I howl in agony and fall on all fours to pass the pain like a contraction. You stop your incantation as soon as you see its effect, but the transformation into the divine Kiltzi was not immediate, nor is the reverse. You must see me in intense pain for more seconds than you can bear.

Seeing you roll out of bed and onto your hands and knees in pain is enough to break my heart, but your cries of pain shatters the broken pieces. I stop as fast as I can, which is slower than I want it to be and immediately crawl out of bed at lightning speed onto my knees to hold you, careful not to touch that part of your face. Crying, I apologize profusely. "Oh my gods my love, I'm so sorry! Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! Are you okay? Does it still hurt?! What happened?? We're finding a cleric in Nexal tomorrow, that's not negotiable! Oh I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"

"No. No. Not a cleric. Those leaches, don't let them touch me." I don't know why I am so resistant. I grew up with priests and healers. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Stop apologizing. Its not your fault. Please. I was reveling in your divine power and then I felt this change come over me. I wasn't even thinking straight. It was as if the scar was resisting you and redirecting your divinity into something else... into me, but not me. It was so confusing. I could..." I see your concern wracking your face, your body tense with anxiety. My eyes take in your curves and wide hips. The feeling comes back over me, the feeling that had been coursing through my body under the power and rage inside me. Lifting up on my knees I take hold of your hair with my fist and kiss you while running my other hand around your arm and up to your hanging breast. With sudden energy, I let go of our kiss and stare at you with that wolfish hunger you know so well. As my lust drives me past old limits, I rotate my body on my grip of your breast and throw my weight onto your supple back, pressing your shoulders down onto the rug, one knee pushing aside a leg between your impossibly smooth thighs holding you up. My rough, dry hand touches you with a shock, but I want you so badly. "I have to have you right now!" Is that a sigh or a moan or a protest? I work my fingers into your growing wetness and place the head of my cock inside you, the pre-cum adding some if not enough oil to my plunge that brings out your loudest scream ever. I need more leverage so let go of your tit and grab two fistfuls of hair. I pound myself into you and let out my own growling roar. My feet are digging into the rug to push my massive cock into you further and further on each stroke, opening the gates of your inside chambers of sex to my demand. With a great snarl, I let loose my junk into your far reaches and collapse onto your sweaty flesh. I grapple your waist and drop us hard onto the rug, sweating profusely, my cock still quivering inside you, as my mind clears from the excitement and spent energy, my psyche exhausted. I purr from the conquest.

I lay there, not quite sure what just happened. I replay what just happened as I feel you fall asleep. I finally decide to slip out of your grip and crawl into bed and go to sleep myself. Falling asleep, I decide that what just happened isn't something that is going to be discussed.

I awaken when I feel you climb into bed as it startles me out of the dream I was having. I flip and turn to face you, looking in your eyes, but all I see is your soft, sweet expression looking back at me. "I'm sorry for jumping, you startled me out of sleep a bit. Let's go back to sleep love."

I feel a bit weird and your countenance is one of concern, but your face softens into an expression of recognition as I gently brush a loose lock of hair away from your gorgeous eyes. "Sorry to wake you. I must have fallen out of bed. Yes love, we should get some more sleep. By morning we should be able to see that cleric and get some breakfast. I’m starving."

I accidentally flinch as you touch my hair, but I try to recover quickly. "My love, if you’re starving, I can go down to the inn and get you something to eat. I don’t want you to be hungry. What would you like?" I ask as I jump out of bed and grab my robe. I see your eyes and I know it’s you... I just don’t feel fully sure that you’re fully there yet and need a moment to become sure. Seems grabbing you a meal is the best idea to me.

I wake before you. Crawling out of bed, I wake you up not in a typical way of cuddles or kisses, but calling your name. "Duke, my love, you need to wake up. We need to go." I walk over to my clothes and gear and start dressing, urging you to join me.

I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and stare out at you some ten feet away getting dressed. Confused a little by the loveless tone, but reassured that you really did call me love, I step off the bed and step into the plate of food and spill the tankard. On the plate are potatoes and a soupbone. "Strange dinner. I am sorry I felll asleep before you came back. Are we getting breakfast or lunch before going to the Temple?"

I toss you a towel to clean your feet off with. "No love, we're going straight to a cleric. I doubt the others are even awake or up and dressed if they are." Dressed in everything except armor, I come over and collect the dishes out of the way for you but don't worry about cleaning up as the dimension will do that for us. "C'mon Duke, I need you to hurry, we need to go."

"Yes my love!" I know the sound of a command and stand at attention. My cock fortunately does not, so I hurry with my clothes and at least my leather gerkin. I chase after you down the rope. I guess since we are not going with the party this morning, you dont feel the need to take in our senses of each other. I follow tout suet!

Donning my leather too, I forget about our tradition in the dire rush I feel and lead you down and we head straight for the temple. Once we arrive, I pull you in by the wrist and rush up to the first person I see. "Hello, we need assistance please. We need a cleric urgently."