Back Story

"By the gods yes! I want you, actually you. A need needs to be refilled. The past several hours have been too much and I’ve missed your touch, your embrace.

The smile on my face is huge. Our hands fly over each other’s leather armor and clothes as we strip down to our bare skin. I look at your tender pregnancy nipples in those creamy globes and the nice thatch of hair between your thighs and I slowly loose my mind. I see you look at my chest and my cock and I put your hand on its rigidity. I gasp as I feel your light touch on its sensitive skin. I renew our kiss and telepath my love to you, "This is your body. I give myself to you." As I lift my face and look into your eyes, I sigh with satisfaction. "I want to kiss you at your core." I pull away from your hold and slide down your body to worship you properly. You run your fingers through my hair, while I place my mouth over your mound and tongue against your vulva and find your clit. Giving you what you need, I receive what I want which are your gentle moans and signs that I am pleasuring you. You encourage me to love on your clit as my finger slowly strokes your folds, opening you up to more wet touches. I lick and suck and listen to your song as you drop into that glorious reprieve of ecstasy. I look for the bridge and slip my finger inside you as you lift your hips into my finger. Your softness feels wetter and I play with your creamy insides. I look up to your face and see nothing but enjoyment. My fingers gently fuck you and find the best spots. There at your cervix, I touch your button. Playing with that gate to your womb, I enjoy the thought of your giving birth to our Ana. "There is where Ana will come out to meet you, love. I can’t wait!"

It just... everything feels... oh yes! Yes! I’m living for every touch of every spot, but this last one sends me crazy! "I can’t either! I can’t wait to push her out! Have you fuck me right before I do! Feel my walls stretched around you, around your creation! Oh please don’t stop!!

My heart opens to your song and your words. With my right hand with which I slide into you, I place a thumb on your clit and continue to massage that stick of joy while running up and down your canal as far as my fingers can. I move up to kiss you and find you totally absorbed in the love making, so I take my chance to kiss your breasts and fondle you’re nipples with my tongue, before moving up to your neck and whispering in your ears, "I love you." in a breathy tone that blows across the tiny hairs inside your ears. I suck on your ear tips. As you shake off my molestations of your ear, I grip you lips in a passionate kiss still rocking my fingers back and forth and laying my leg on yours to hold you down to feeling my fingers and body in your pursuit of pleasure.

Moving my body in time with your actions, I moan in response, "I love you too." Your fingers work great magic, but I’m wanting more. "My love, penetrate me, please! I miss you!"

"I have missed you too." I shift my weight onto you and breath deeply, my rib cage pressing against your breasts, my mat of chest hair blanketing you, my hands and forearms stretching out your arms above your head with interlocked fingers. I push my penis in your over stimulated pussy and roll over so you are in top. I rock and roll under you and move myself inside you as you moan with excitement. My own excitement builds until I am pushing my need into you at a steady pace that you respond in kind. I hold your fingers in my hands so that you can push against them and leverage your body into my penis better and brush your breasts against my chest as our lovemaking climaxes.

Riding you becomes a euphoric experience, easily wiping away the events of the night before. As soon as we've both gotten to enjoy our climaxes, I collapse on top of you, panting and smiling. Wrapping my arms around you, I snuggle into your warmth, close my eyes, and sigh. The idea of something unleashed being inside you could be terrifying, but I know you and I trust you. I know without needing to believe that you'd never unleash it on me. It would break you if you'd actually hurt me or Ana. I don't break the silence as I'm loving the moment of laying here in each other's love.

That is... until my body reminds me that I STILL haven't drank that cup of tea. Shooting up, I try to scramble off of you, but you being inside me still trips me up a bit as I try to make sure I don't accidentally hurt you in the process. I only make it just past your knees before I'm uncontrollably releasing contents I didn't know I had. Actually unleashing what's left, I'm stuck there heaving air for a moment before I'm able to speak. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry love!!! I didn't mean to throw up on your feet and the bed, I'm so sorry!" Embarrassed, I look back at you and ask, "Are you upset?"

"No, not upset, but gross! Ok, let's jump in the tub and I'll have the rope trick clean up. You! you, need some tea! I'll bring it to you hot and sweet, like I made love but in a cup." Seeing you curl up at the foot of the bed, I sigh and chuckle. I go ahead and lift you and place you in the warm water of the tub that I had already prepared. Tea warmed on the tunqua stone set next to the tub on a side table, I spoon out sugar and serve. I look around for my French maid's uniform, and not finding it, I simply touch the tub and have the rope trick clean the room and my feet. Then I look at your sheepish grin. I can't help but laugh. I start to scrub your feet and wash your legs, as I step in the tub myself and sit between you legs. My cleaning get interrupted by your hug and kisses. I try not to wet your hair, for that will take more time to straighten out, but you seem content to be in the tub for that much more time, so I start pouring the hot water of the pitcher on top of our heads. Your squeal breaks out kiss. I fill the room with laughter stopped only by you splashing me. More laughter ensues until, I finally speak, "So, are we good my love? Do you not see that I can never hurt you. I love you dearly. Do you know the curse is gone and that it left me more in control than ever over the fox inside me?"

I smile warmly, "Of course my love. We never weren’t good, I was just scared over what I know now as the fox being unleashed like it was. I’m so happy the curse is gone. I love you so damn much!" I lean in and kiss you lovingly.

"Oh love, let me give you a lower back massage. Ana hasn't been kind to your back, I'm sure."

"Oh baby, yes please! I can’t explain how much I’d appreciate that."

After a good long massage and short nap, we wake remembering that we had promised to join the party at the palace at noon. I look over to you sleeping on your tummy with the pillow tucked under your head and shoulders. I reach over to massage your soft muscled neck and comb your beautiful hair. I whisper to you but you choose to ignore me, yet moan softly when I kiss your ear. "I don't want to go either, but the party waits for us. We need to be heroes and save the land and other nonsense." Under the covers, I run my hands down your back to your butt and stir you, but nothing really works, so I pretend it's morning and get you some fresh tea and make sandwiches from the stores we keep in a cupboard. I don my leather armor and see you watching me with sleepy eyes. Smiling at you, I help you on your clothes as if I am your maid servant. I relish the chore as we don yourself. "Don't let us forget we need to go to that armorer and refit your leather for Ana! We will need coin for that. I'm sure that will cost us plenty, especially after having already spent that much on pluma messages and healing."

I’m exhausted and not quite ready to be awake, even if it is almost afternoon. Your sweetness and temptation is weak compared to my desire to get up, so I just sleepy watch, slowly dragging myself up once tea is offered. You help me get ready and give me the reminder. "Oh fuck, I completely forgot in the chaos that was this morning! How are we going to be able to afford that? We don’t have much coin left. Make no mistake though, handing that sweater over was more than worth it for your healing! I’d like to be able to heal you if the situation calls for it."

"My love, nothing is more important than our marriage, our love for each other. I am glad to be rid of this curse and I am glad you were with me and did everything you could for me, even after all I showed you was an animal. My love, that animal loves you and protects you, the civilized man in me bows to you, and the paladin in me worships the very goddess in you. Let us go forth into this world and take it back from the evil, shall we?"

I blink at you, sleep still in my eyes. I take a sip of the tea before saying, "I didn't get enough rest to take the world back from evil today. But of course I was with you though, you're my mate, where else would I be? And I love your list, but what does the god in you think? That's a part of you now too, just as it is me. You're no longer an inferior to my status as just a Paladin to a Goddess, you're now an equal as a God too. Don't take that out of context either," I add as I raise an eyebrow at you. "We are always equal to each other no matter our titles. And as important as our love and our marriage is, which is very much is, so is affording the leather adjustments in case this mission takes enough time that I can no longer don my armor in battle without it. Which returns me to the fact that we have to figure that out as I don't want to put Ana fully in harms way. My head isn't awake enough to figure all of the details on how to do that though yet."

I place my mug down and stand back for you to do rites before we leave, adding in before you can, "Don't forget your plate armor. Oh, and I do expect you to let that fox out... unleashed... in bed..." A lustful look enters my half open eyes as I smirk. Despite my rant and my exhaustion, I'm still me and I'm still interested in the primal sex that could happen with this newfound discovery.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide that I want to keep our conversation private for the moment. I stare at where the projection of Elena had just been as I grip your hand tightly, as if I'm hoping the stronger I hold you, the less likely you'll be to vanish from beside me. "My love... she has a trap for us! She for sure is prepared to kill me this time! And if she kills me, she'll kill our Ana! And you'll try to defend us, so your life too! And our party... oh gods, we can't do this! As much as I want her gone, it's too risky!" I turn and grab your hands, the panic in my eyes is clear. "We can run, Duke. We can go to Aum, be near my parents. We can keep Ana safe, live in our rope trick. Please, say it can be so!"

Once in the privacy of the room allowed for us, I pull out the rope and immediately climb it, an air of frustration around me. Once we are both in the actual privacy of our home, I turn on my heel to you as I doff my armor. "Can you believe Jacob this evening?" I ask angrily. "'Let us hope for the sake of your honor and your word that the goals, ambitions and actions that serve her remain inline with those of mine.' How dare he question your loyalties and your honor!"

I start pacing as I've put my armor aside, unable to be still in the emotions I feel. "He dare to say you would become an Oathbreaker?! Breaking your oath to me, well Kiltzi, both of us is what would make you an Oathbreaker, not going back on your word to some Elven child with a crown on his head! He's lucky that I didn't smack him right there at the table! I would've if I hadn't had the arm of the chair to grip my anger into instead! No one dares to insult the honor of my husband!"

I fume for a second before stopping as a new thought enters my head. "My love, am I wrong? Does carrying Ana already make me more emotional than I should be? I have no doubt if you sensed me right now, you wouldn't have the melodic sound you hear as I don't feel Kiltzi present in my current emotions."

I watch as you pace back and forth and steam in our space. I listen patiently while I doff my own armor. I try to help with yours, but you are throwing your arms about so wildly, that I leave you to your own task. My own emotions are tense on the subject, but yours are furious.

Every once in a while, I try to interject a "Honey?" or a "Dear love...", but cannot not seem to get a word in edge wise. Then I hear you doubt yourself, and that, by the gods, I cannot stand. I step in front your pacing, and stop you with my hands firm on your bare shoulders. Stopping your protest with my eyes, I tell you, "You are right. You should be angry. I am yours and yours alone." Seeing you soften at my voice finally, I reach down to your lips and kiss you as if the gods had ordained our marriage once more and I wanted to seal it with my love for you. I open my eyes and find yours closed in the suspension of our embrace. "Dear love, I made an oath to you, not knowing that you were a goddess. I will never be an oath breaker to you and that is all that matters in the heavens or Maztica. My fealty to Jacob is but a promise to a future wise king, that he has not proved as yet that he can ever be either. If he bows before you, then that oath is good. If he thinks he can come between us or degrade either one of us, then he would sooner see my oath blade than strip me of it."

I look into your opening eyes as I fall into them and hug you. I feel the anger pulse through you still, as your chest heaves with hot breath and your passion overwhelms you. I do not try to ease it, for it emboldens me to love you more. Releasing the pressure on your shoulders, I slip my hands around behind your neck and up into your hair gently to untie your locks to fall across your shoulder blades. A gentle brush of your cheek bone with the back of one finger, I smile at you. "You are my wife and i love that you can be angry at what another speaks of me, but please love, believe in us, the three of us. If pregnancy's hormones fuel this discord, then they are doing their job to protect our family from such hate and threat. We will stand strong against all oppressors, even green folk, noble in their own regard. I do not like Jacob's association with the War God, but if they can rid us of Helm and Loliath, then I'll side with our Maztica gods until we exact justice and fairness for our people."

Despite the anger that radiates from me, I am startled by your presence suddenly in front of me. Your gestures and words calm the concern around my own feelings, but do little to quell the fire that fuels my frustrations. Between the pacing and the affection, I am calmed enough that I don't feel the need to move to release the pent up feelings.

Your gentle touch brings my world back to us in the center instead of my anger. Placing one hand over my stomach and the other to your cheek, I smile at your conviction to both reassure and agree with me. "I've never liked it to begin with, but in very recent moments, it's been harder to control the emotions I feel. I feared it was an overreaction before now, thank you." I lean up and kiss you gently, lingering before pulling away. The last bits of her lashing anger melted away as she spoke. "I know you could never be an oath breaker. Your heart is too loyal and your love too great for me to ever leave or allow anything too horrible to happen to me. And besides, you gave me your heart and trust, I'd never hand that back to you, you know that. Forever, we are bound through our love, the devotion of the gods inside us, and the little one inside me. There isn't a shred of doubt that you are mine and I'd never change it. I have full faith in you, and our daughter as well." My whole body glowed with love and joy at the truth of the statement. I wrap my arms around your torso and hold my still flat body against yours, melting into you for a moment.

Pulling away after several moments, my mind remembers how this conversation started. I make for our bath to wash the stress of the day away as I say, "I'm glad though that my anger is valid. I will always protect those who deserve it, especially those I love! And you, my love, I love greatly. Let him open his lips and spew nonsense again like he did this evening... I had a hard time maintaining my composure at the table. Next time, I'll allow my hand to strike his face!" she proclaimed with a fire in her eyes, resolute in her decision. "He might be one of us, but it doesn't allow him the right to say as he pleases without repercussions from me. Maybe we should exact more public affection tomorrow as punishment."

I laugh heartily at the thought of damaging him with our public displays of affection.