Time Traveling Stories

I stare out my kitchen window with a huge smile on my face. Quezalici has become quite the bustling port ever since the reconstruction of the village. I was happy that I’d insisted on building our home at the end of the docks, we live close enough that if the trading company needed us, we could rush over in a few steps, but also were able to be close enough to the dirt and grass to have an area out back for a small garden and space for the children to enjoy rolling around. Our three stories provided more than enough indoor room though for our still small family as we still plan to have more. I’m standing there, enjoying watching the visitors to our town explore the stands that have popped up by the docks while mixing a cookie dough and waiting for the cobbler’s pie in the oven to be done as I know you’ll be home soon. Cobbler’s pie has become your favorite meal of mine out of the sentiment of it being the first thing I ever cooked for you as teenagers. It’s not uncommon for us to be tasked with dealing with hostile creatures that pop up near Quezalici, the land is far from perfect still, but we typically do so together. Despite the longing it created, we both knew that one of us needed to remain home, and as the sworn protector, you insisted it be you as you always do. This time, I didn’t put up much of a fight.

Happily off in thought, working dough into round balls on autopilot, I’m brought back to reality by the squeals and loud pitter patter of tiny feet. Grinning even wider, I turn to see our five-year-old daughter, Anacaona, and our three-year-old son, Xochipilli, chasing each other through the kitchen and into the main room. As they make their way back in the room, I bend down while forming another dough ball in my hands. "Ana, Chip, may I have your attention please?" They both look over, faces lighting up as they rush to me having noticed the sweet treat in my hands. "Can you two please go wash up? Dinner is nearly ready and Daddy will be home any minute!" I break off a bit of dough and hand it to both of them to enjoy as I make this request. They both smile as they run off to do what was asked of them while eating their treat as I stand and finish with preparing the cookies to be baked. Just as I’m aligning them on the metal sheet, I hear the door open and the sound of your melodic voice eagerly announce, "I’m home!" My heart swells with love as you come around the corner, not having doffed your armor yet, and stand behind me, wrapping your arms around me and pulling me tight against you. I feel your nose and lips on the side of my neck as you breathe in my scent and kiss my skin having missed me. I sigh and fall into your touch as I always do when you come home, closing my eyes and lips slightly parting as I smile. I turn my head and your lips find mine, kissing me passionately and with a need from being separated all day. For a moment, we stand there making out, lips locked as our tongues dance, until I pull away suddenly remembering that I have to pull the food out. "My love, I missed you more than words can describe, but you need to go doff your armor while I pull out your favorite for dinner!" With that, I shoo you off and pull the pie out and place it at the table to set while we wait. I stick the cookies in and am about to summon the children when I hear the voices squeal, "DADDYYYYYY" quite loudly and excitedly. I watch them run up to you just as you finish setting your armor down and gaze lovingly as you scoop them both up effortlessly into a big hug. I place my hand on my stomach as I watch; I had developed sickness while you were out and, through a quick medicine check, realized that our third was on its way. I was excited to share the news with you as you’d read the signs of my body before me for both Ana and Chip before I could, leaving me the one surprised. Carrying the children, the three of you walk over and each give me a kiss, which I lovingly return and rub each of you on the cheek with my thumb.

As a family, we all sit down at the dinner table and enjoy dinner while you tell a very animated version of your encounter with a pack of four wolves. The children watch in excitement and awe, laughing and gasping with each dramatic detail you share. After we finish, I clear the plates and give the kids each a cookie as I send them outside to play in the child sized rowboat that Poca had designed for us as a gift when we brought Ana into this world. You stand to help me clean up, but before you can take a step, I stop you. "My love," I say as I take your hands and stare into your eyes with adoration, "I have realized something of great importance while you were out today." You look at me concerned and ask me if everything is alright, to which I squeeze your hands and reply, "Of course everything is alright, I have great news! I feel amazing being able to be the one to share this with you for once! My husband, my lover, my partner, you have blessed me with a life, love, and family that I couldn’t begin to say thank you enough for! I thank the god above gods everyday for blessing me with your creation. And even now, as that blessing expands to our two wonderful children, it seems that it will grow again to accommodate a third… my love, I’m pregnant again!" I watch you eagerly and your face lights up and you sweep me up into your arms, spinning me, hugging me, kissing me, and letting out your war cry as the excitement takes over both of us. For several moments, we embrace and celebrate the two of us, excited for the newest edition to come, and already both excited to put the children to bed tonight so we can celebrate in our preferred way.

I sit on my favorite rock overlooking Quezalici. It is a sandy colored, thriving town now, set against a azur sea. The hill from which view it is the highest on the shoreline, but a mere pebble compared the mountains of Nexal behind me. I like our little town. Out of your whim to help the villagers, we have brought together needy people who wanted to help each other. The fort is now fortified well with Tumqua and Yahca magic, and Angrath struts around barking orders to the new recruits in the plaza. The Red Lady of Uhti walks behind acolytes swings braziers of incense in front of her modest, low hung church. Children of all ages flock to the priests as they hand out food and treats. The long shoremen are unloading material from our fleet of ships from far off Payit and Aum and beyond. Poca stands proud as Harbormaster, collecting fees and checking for lice. I think to my love, knowing Poca will hear but I know he has tolerated our thoughts for years, "Love of my life, I am coming into town, Kitty. Make an extra plate for Poca. I promised the kids he could come for Cobbler's Pie. I'll have to dip you into a passionate kiss as soon as I see you for making this, my lovey dovey bisquit for honey." Your reply is brief. Our children must be running you in circles and you can't think to answer anything but an affirmation, but oh, that is enough to fill my heart.

I move my hands over my bloodied scars and heal them. The wincing pain dealt by the transformed bugbears is still present in my mind, and I was thankful that the four wolves who came down from the hills during my battle with the monsters, were able to finish off the caucuses before the townsfolk can see them. No need to worry about the renewed influx of viperhand yet. I have been keeping up with border patrols. I sent Godslayer back up into the hills to talk with the elders of the various tribes there to confirm Jacob's spies accounts we received from Nexal. The viperhand is making its move, but where? We must find out soon. I trust that Auntie Teth can bring better news from the Oracle. Ever since Azul disappeared, we have had only Nula to rely upon for divination. She did not bear the brunt of the sundering as much as the god of the sea.

No need to worry Kitty yet. I am worried that you have been sick of late.

I walk down into town, following the smell of pie, or was it meat? You seem to change up the recipe each time, but make embue it with such love, that the family all smiles. I never quite knew what cobbler's pie was when you first brought to me that miraculous day in Aum. I don't think I even tasted it then. I was falling so hard in love with you. And yet, I find that I am falling in love with you more and more each year that passes.

Greeting the family and handing our kisses and stories, I feel like this is the center of the universe. My wife tells me of our new arrival, and I weep for joy. I actually love to see you round with child, your breasts full of the children's milk, you smile on your face as you sing quite off key during labor. Sex is never better, when love washes over you, love for me, for our town, for our growing brood.

As soon as Poca takes the kids out to the habour after the summer respite, I take you. Our clothes are off. I pick your slight body up and carry you to our bed, still decorated as if it were our pocket dimension, and throw you down and crawl on top of you, coming up to your smile and kisses your throat and up your chin and touch our tongues. My heart is open. My skin is alive touching yours. You interlace our fingers and I press my cock inside your pussy passage, your heels up and pressed into my ass. This position may be considered mundane to the adventurous, but we have plenty of chances to explore those. This is our way of hugging when we have been away from each other too long. My whole body tingles even before we start our love making. Kisses cover your face. My mat of chest hair brushes your broad and dark brown milk giving nipples. Soon I know, they will have milk and will smear my chest with dropped milk. I enjoy your body so much more than ever before. My body responds to yours. My fucking rises to a crescendo as your voice increases to a moan and you call out my name! I know you now. I know exactly when you let loose your anxieties, let loose your voice, enjoy your man inside you and allow yourself to orgasm. I release my own sweet cum juices into your own and keep fucking, because my body simply needs to hold you and care for your every need. That is my need. My reward. Our life together.

My hands squeeze yours even tighter as you continue, driving me insane from pleasure. It isn’t long before I scream out your name again and you finally relent in your pursuit to drill me. As always, you roll us over so that I’m laying on your chest as we pant and catch our breath. We lay there smiling together, embracing each other, huddled in their post-sex bliss. After several minutes of laying there, I lift my head and look at you. Without a doubt, you already know that I’m about to either launch into sharing something or asking questions. Something about the bliss of our union makes me so invested in our pillow talk, maybe it just feels more intimate this way. "I missed you greatly, I wish I could’ve gone with you! I miss the adventure honestly, despite enjoying our life here." My eyes brighten with an idea. "Oh love! Why don’t we all go out tomorrow?! We’ll summon Spirit and borrow a horse from the stables. The little ones love the countryside, just like their father. We can make a whole day of it! Would that be okay?" I grin eagerly at the idea of getting away for a day on our own little mini adventure.

I look at you with a mixture of surprise, frustration, and a lot of concern. I barrage you with a series of questions about your safety and expressing my concern for the situation outside the city. You tell me that you've been getting hurt, but you've been handling it, which I quickly respond, a bit louder than I should, "That's wonderful, but you shouldn't hide that from me! What if one day, you didn't handle it and didn't come home?! I'm glad that you and Storm and handling the situation, but I still want to know what's happening past our walls. If something is happening out there, we may need to address it. That's it... I'm going with you on your next patrol." I see you open your mouth and I immediately speak up, "No, that is not up for discussion! Poca and Angrath can take turns watching over Ana and Chip as they have done in the past for us, I already got an herbal concoction from our midwife around midday so I won't be getting sick, and if I could take on a goddess's pet while I carried Ana then I can take on whatever is outside those walls now. I'm not letting you go out there and fight bugbears or worse without me if you're getting hurt so bad that you're hiding it from me!" You know my mind is made up and you just say, "Okay."

You hear Poca coming back and despite my desire to remain in bed, I'm quite turned off by the idea of Poca catching us in bed. That one time during a delivery transport on the Skulker was one time too many, I didn't want another. We get our common clothes back on just in time for the door to burst open and hear Poca trying to warn the children not to. I swoop up Chip as you do with Ana and we greet Poca and thank him for taking the kids out. He knows he did us a favor, but he really enjoys it too. After a few moments of talking with Poca, he leaves and we enthusiastically tell our children of the adventure we have planned for the next day. After calming them down, we get them tucked into bed and tell them a story of our travels to send them off to dream land. Leaving us to enjoy our night under the covers, exploring each other’s bodies, moaning the other’s name, and falling asleep in each other’s arms as we always do. I have dreams of the next day ahead, us riding together with a child in front of both of us, enjoying a meal under a tree just outside the desert, and the young ones cheering from atop the horses as their parents expertly fend off hostiles.

While I make breakfast, you pack the food for the saddle bags. We aren’t going to feed our children rations, so packing is a lot more complicated than in our single days. The kids want the wear all kinds of armor, but we insist on practical clothes for the desert. I try to get Chip’s clothes on straight, while kissing my wife while she discusses the day’s plans with Ana. I look over at my plate armor and sword. The shield had been repainted and glazed a few times since I originally donned the symbol of Kiltzi. Seeing you with the kids, it is so easy to see you as Kiltzi being so empathetic and supportive of our little being’s sensitive natures. I love watching you being the ultimate mother while I try to ease difference by humor. Between the two of us, our house is always fun.

Chip’s favorite part was yet to come though and he was insisting to get to that part. As we make our way to the path outside our house, Chip gets all excited. I pause to hug you and Ana. I whisper to Chip and Ana, "Point over there" and then they look to see a cloud of dust rise toward them and then hear a familiar whiny. Spirit gallops toward us with the morning light in his eyes and glistening on his coat.

Because Chip is still amazed and scared of the Fey beast, I pull Ana up onto the warhorse. You comfort Chip by lifting him onto the grey quarter horse. We head out of town as the townspeople wave to us like royalty. We head south along the coast with joy in our hearts for getting out on an adventure together. I try not to annoy the children too much, but brings the horses close by each other, so that I can still reach out a hand and hold yours. I think to you, "My love, my heart. Thank you for being the center of this family. Thank you for being mortal enough to be with me and divine enough to be a light for this community of ours. I love you so dearly."

We work together to get everyone ready for the day, and I start to consider the idea of Ana being ready for at least basic armor. I make a note to bring that up tonight with you, as we're both busy and don't want to address it in front of the kids as they'll just get even more excited than they are now. As we step outside, I marvel at your summoning trick with Ana and Chip, feeling even more in love with you for this. I look you over as the kids stare at Spirit coming their way. You look as delicious as the day we met, just as sweet as the day we married, and just as tough as you've always been. You've been such a good father to let our children leave their own mark on your shield so often as you’ve enjoyed having the visual reminder of them when you leave for patrols, using it as a badge of pride. It gives me an idea to quarter it off once our third comes and each of us decorate a part of it so you have a piece of all of us with you.

As we ride, we briefly hold hands with each opportunity. Your statement grabs my attention and warms my heart. "I love you dearly as well, for I couldn't do any of this without you! I owe you a thank you as well! It is only due to you that I have become who I am now. You've been so crucial to our family and our community. You've been mortal enough to have the mundane moments like getting ready each day and turn them into wonderful experiences, yet divine enough to be the strength and protector of not only our family, but Quezalici as a whole. We'd be lost without you, thank you!" I pull mine and Chip's horse over close enough to grab your hand and squeeze it. We both know that if we could, we'd be kissing passionately right now, but that'll have to wait until we dismount.

Chip gets excited in front of me as he starts to squeal "Faster! Faster!" We smirk at each other, knowing what he's asking for. Each of us grab the reins of our horses, and we tap them, breaking out into a horse race. We both know that Spirit could win any race he choose, so we alternate who wins when this happens. As the ground starts to shift from sand to grass, you let Spirit fall a little behind ours, allowing Chip to win as he cheers eagerly, doing his best mimic of your war cry, which brings a joyful tear to my eye. Seeing our son try to mimic the love of my life makes my heart swell up with happiness. We ride a bit further and finally stop to let the kids play and have lunch. Once we dismount, we pull our children off and they take off to run around and climb the small trees as you pull me into a passionate kiss, almost as if we were in our own world for a moment.

In our own world, we are hyper aware of the sounds around us and the kids playing in the trees with no other landscape feature around. Both your and my mind are attuned this warfare. We are warriors and warlocks. But in that moment, we allow ourselves to be lovers, ready at a moments notice to drop and make another kid. Then I remember, you are pregnant for the third time. You have gotten great with child again for our love. For the third time, I shall witness our child’s birth and kiss and hold you then too, with a screaming baby in your hands, the umbilical cord still attached to the placenta in your womb, the cord beating its last heartbeats of nutrients to the little body. I will kiss you then like I kiss you now. My hand would normally slip a feel of your breast to get your reaction even though our children would not be shocked. This time, I press through your supple black leather armor on your belly between the flailed skirts of studs. I need to touch our new child as yet unnamed. We did not know the sex of our second child. I wonder if will divine this one. You feel me change my normal touch and smile under my kiss. I smile with you.

I feel your hand touch my stomach and we both grin. I feel the pride of impregnating me with our third radiating off of you, filling me with the same sense of pride. I know that this experience will be just as remarkable as my last two pregnancies have been. You've been so supportive each time, holding me through every fit of crying, tasted every strange concoction I've created to eat, and rubbed my back and feet every time they start to ache from carrying. Every action you've ever taken, every word spoken, has done nothing but show your love not only for me, but also our unborn child. Both of our children have so far not been a surprise. Just after learning of both, I already knew what they were going to be. Uhti showed me Ana before we'd even realized I was pregnant and by the end of the first day of knowing, I knew that Chip was going to be our first son. This one though, I'm still not sure. I wonder if this one will take after my roguish side and sneak up on us. We shall have to wait and see. We both get more excited as the end of each pregnancy gets closer.

You love once I start producing! Each morning, starting your day with a bit of sucking, to the point that I'm sure you enjoy a whole meal before even leaving the bed. Feeling the wetness as our chests press together always makes your stiffness swell even more than it already does. I still think I saw you drool the first time I ever produced milk, and I still tease you about it. I always enjoy the day our child arrives. The feeling of you inside me as my body begins stretching to allow for our child's passage sends shivers through me. The pleasure you bring by playing with my most sensitive button helps ease and distract from the pain of labor. With all of the love and encouragement you give me as I push, I could almost bet that you yourself are actually Kiltzi. Getting to greet each new one becomes such an emotionally wonderful day as we both cry and love on them, rejoicing upon their arrival, and on each other as we share our love for this new bundle and one another. I wonder if you'll catch him or her this time as they enter; I make a note to ask you later about that as well. Another child or two and our poor midwife will become redundant.

Our arms wrap around each other as we get lost in our kiss and emotions, pulling each other up against one another. For a moment, the rest of the world almost completely drowns out and away as we stand there basking in the joy of creating another new life. I gasp as I feel my excitement begin to rise from my depths, deepening my kiss with you, as you begin to stir physically as well. I feel your hand that was once holding my lower back drop to my still firm cheeks and squeeze, pulling my hips against you. I can't feel it because of the plate armor, but I know your moves well enough to know this is your way of telling me that you've grown hard. My hand goes into your hair as your lips find their way to my neck, nibbling on my skin, tasting me and breathing me in. A soft moan escapes my open lips near your ear. We're in the middle of nowhere and the kids are distractedly playing in the trees. We could jet behind the horses for a quick one to get the passion out of our system surely. "Ohhhh love... take me behind the-" is as far as I get to moan in your ear before we're both snapped sharply back into reality.

The screams of our children immediately halt our actions as we turn our heads to see what's happening, both of us instantly tense. We know what every scream means, and that scream was panic. Looking over, we see that Ana and Chip are 10 ft up in a tree that's about 50 ft away from us. Just on the other side of that tree are three bugbears that have seemed to find their way over the hill nearby, charging forward with their weapons drawn, and are only 30 ft from the tree that our defenseless children are currently clinging to as they cry and scream for us.

"The kids!" I charge, unsheathing my sword. I can already tell, that whatever I do will be too late.

I dash up to the tree and try to interpose myself between the bugbears and the tree. I swoop my blade in the air in a threatening manner, while using my bonus action to light it with your radiant fire. I yell out, "No bugs at MY picnic!"

I run up as close as I can without dashing as I yell to the kids, "Climb up, it'll be okay! Climb up!" From 20 ft away, I reach my hand out, as if grabbing something, in the direction of the bugbear that tried to spear my children. I watch it struggle for a moment, fighting against my attempt to paralyze it, only for it to suddenly prove itself stronger than my spell.

As a reaction to the bugbear attacking the tree, I interpose my shield to cause him disadvantage on his attack.

ROUND TWO ACTION

I use my bonus action to cast Sanctuary on the tree.I then attack one of the bugbears in front of me.