Time Traveling Stories

Initiative roll.

"Here (blurb) fishie (blurb) fishie!"

I attack the left one

Kit struggles to see what's happening, but when she notices blood mixing with water, her heart stops. She puts Ana down telling her to stay put, and without wasting time to tie up to a rope, she dives in. Immediately, she casts two blasts at the "fish" on the right. Her attack nails it square in the chest!

"Way to blast them, Mrs Teocalli!"

"Thank you Mr. Teocalli!"

I deal with the fish first trying to break their spell one just cast. I hope one slash will kill the left of not I’ll continue, otherwise I’ll attack the right.

I swim over and put my arms around you so that I can get pulled up as well. "Shall we get dry love?"

I hold your hand and we swim up out of the bloodied waters and the shark’s frenzy. We do not waste a minute getting out of the waters and onto the deck. Poca has towels for us, but he has to wrap them around both of us, as we are kissing unabashed. It would have lasted longer except Ana wanted to be part so we had to squeeze her in and rewrap the towels.

We stand there for a few minutes enjoying being a snuggly, wet family. Finally, we put Ana down and dry her off as she's only damp from the experience. As she runs off to play below deck and Poca has taken the wheel as we're both a bit preoccupied and the seaweed has receded with the fishes gone, I grab your hand and pull you into the captain's quarters where we undress each other and get in the tub together, washing each other clean of the encounter. As it tends to, bathing each other turns into taking a slow inventory of each other's bodies, despite knowing them better than our own by now.

I hold your cheeks and lean in, kissing you gently, yet very lovingly. I continue your gentle kisses from your lips and along your jaw as I move my hand to do so, and then to your ear. I gently kiss the edge of your ear before whispering, "Just imagine my love, before long, our little bean is going to cause me to fill with sweet milk again. I can't wait to feel your lips on me, sucking on me, enjoying my taste..." I press my chest against yours to emphasize the lovely melons that you very much enjoy drinking the nectar of.

I love you sitting on my legs with your knees up on either side of my chest. I get to wrap my arms around your legs and back and clasp my fingers together, or scrub your soft back and hips and up the sides of your body to hold your shoulders and back down. As you talk and whisper to me, I feel your hips grind into my hardon and your breasts press into my chest. Your teeth nibbled nipples are large and brown and, right now, hard. I feel them in my chest hair, rubbing my own hard male nipples. The whole sensation of our bodies touching in the soapy water thrills me.

Your whispered words, however, set me off. You feel my cock respond to every syllable and rub against your genitals as your breathe send pleasure down my spine. As you talk about your breasts, I know that you still don't imagine them as the most sensual part of you, but you have grown to appreciate how they satisfy my kink on bring your big hungry baby, your man that feeds off of you. I don't indulge too much, as I know you have a survival instinct to protect the milk for our children, but a little every now and again tastes so sweet, like warm, sweet, ice cream.

Chip is only three, so you still nurse him occasionally. Your nipples even now leak milk as you play with me and rub yourself on my chest. You have not dried off, though your fertility has returned enough for us to have our third child. Even Ana still tastes you to stake her claim on your milk, when she cuddles up with us, naked in bed before you wrap yourself up with pajamas and sweatshirts. This never stopped any of us for gaining access to those breasts, though, given that we bought nursing wraps to make it easy for yourself, and so, easy for us to access.

I see you teasing your melons, but I know I can coax them to wetness. I start to massage them lightly with both hands as you talk about them to me. Pushing you back, I can bend my back enough to pull one into my mouth. You moan like you never did before having a child, My tongue is tasting the leaked milk around the nipple, but I let my lips close in and give a kiss and then a suck. There is no flow, so I push my face into the creamy milk chocolate globe of soft gland and suck harder. In only a few seconds, I hear you feel it. The milk drops down from your milk glands and begins to shoot into my mouth. That nectar is so sweet, that I lose myself in its treat, but I cannot ignore the sensation that your body is feeling with the dropping of the milk. It is it's own orgasm. The fire in your breasts happens at the same time as the same feeling happening as a fire in your pussy. Your grinding gets incessant, as I try to hold onto your breast in my mouth. My cock gets as wide and tall as it can. I want to return this milk in the form of creamy cum and you know that a spontaneous fountain might explode from my free cock at the sensation of your body wiggling around the focal point of my mouth on you. You have not had milk flow in a couple of days, and Chip is not here to drink his fill, so I indulge myself. I drink long and hard, as you scream for satisfaction beyond the giving of sustenance and pleasure and passion. It doesn't take you much wiggling to find your way to bring your pussy down onto my cock and start sliding up and down, my lips still locked on you. I let go and you fall back onto me hard. I reach back to the other breast that has already dropped and was shooting a thin beam of milk all over my shoulder. I place my face in front of that stream and let it pour down my mouth. You do not hold still, however, as you grind and screw on me. I have to lock my mouth on this fresh breast and suck and drink. I drink you dry with abandon like I never do. What was a tease, is now wild passion. You are a mother. You are a wife. And more importantly you are a woman who needs to feel that orgasm that I started in you but you are going to finish. Using my cock as your toy, you ream yourself and squeeze until you can feel my cock engorge and let loose my creamy milk. At this point, even I loose my concentration on your sopping wet breasts, and hold you tight against myself and push the water back and forth to have you ride me. I move under your body more and more so you can relax and feel your own orgasmic pleasure. After you relax completely against me, I can still feel your milky breasts lying down on me and my cock twitches again, to your surprise and gasp. I moan and you giggle, as we rest up a bit and wait until we are ready to go again. I say, "Kitty, I think I drank you dry. Bean will need more than that. I'm willing to make the sacrifice and work with you to keep your production up. I'll do anything for you as your husband."

I laugh before I respond, "Oh love, what an offer! That is the sweetest, most selfless, definitely sacrificial act you could do for me." Sarcasm is dripping humorously from each word as I grin against your shoulder where I'm resting my head.

I am glad to see your sarcasm in full force. "There. There. Rest. I am always here for you. Whenever you need to release the tensions in your chest, I'll be here to relieve the pressure." I stoke your hair and run fingers down your spine. Your weight on my body is wonderful. I can hold you like this for all time. Never would I grow bored of this. You can rely on my trustworthiness in this and in all things. "You did trust that I would come back up from being attacked by those fishies? I loved that you dove down to join me, but you weren't afraid for me, were you? I was about to try to command that big mean shark to help me. We will have to take risks again. He will have to trust each other in ways that no townsperson would understand. How do you feel about this adventure, Kitty?"

Laying there, relaxed with you, post coital bliss, it’s all so perfect. The question makes me tense though. "Well... I’m terrified! I keep on a brave face for our daughter, buy the pressure is intense! There’s no wiggle room, it’s just us, we have to protect each other and Ana. And I don’t... I can’t... I can’t fail. It’s such a heavy weight, it wants to pull my head under, but I can’t fail either of you! Who knows how hard this will get and failure could mean one of our lives, her life, her safety, the safety of the land... I just want to go home, get our son, have simple adventures for once, and enjoy our family and our upcoming bean." I start to cry, letting out what I’ve been holding back.

"Remember when we finished fighting that abolith? Godslayer was still Stormy then. We all protected each other. You saved his life and he slew the beast. We will work together. How many times have you saved my life or I yours? We all fall. We all suffer. But we do it together and we go on fighting. I shall never tire of protecting you." I hold you tight, squeezing the anxiety out of you. "Maybe we will settle down in Quezalici and not want to adventure or sail over deep water. If that day comes, we will go down to the beach and have a worry free picnic or climb the mountains of Nexal to stay in some hotel and never want to go any further. You will be my Captain and I'll stay home with the kids. We will split sides and play futball in the back yard. I'll burn something on the firepit outside and smother it with tomatilla salsa so you wont notice. I'll give you a drink potent with oxayl and you won't even taste the burned parts. We will still be happy and I will still laugh at your jokes. It will all happen in time. The world will need other heroes besides ourselves and we can be the ones who send them off on quests like this one."

I continue to cry a bit despite your tight hold. I long for that now, I'm tired of waiting for it. Why must we have to put our lives on hold so often? You still make a good point though. I pull back and look at you, eyes puffy from crying and a bit of a pleading gaze as I ask, "Just promise me we and the kids will make it to that point. I don't want to raise them without you or miss out on their lives or have Mom and Dad raise them because we're not here. Promise me we'll be careful."