Time Traveling Stories

I melt when you cry. My heart reaches out and my chest grow tight, though it is never a feeling I shirk away from. I want to feel this way when you cry, so that I will always be connected to how you feel and how deeply, for your emotions are important to me. I will always want to participate in your concerns and anxiety and protect you as best as I can from any danger. Most of the time it is only to listen to you. Sometimes like these, it is only to promise I will take care of myself so that you will feel no loss. "I promise love. We will be as careful as we can be while getting the quest done. Any clue as to how to do that?"

I look up at you with a sense of hope in my response. "We find your mother, Margharita. I have no doubt that she'll know what to do!" My face shifts though as a new look crosses my eyes. I squeeze you, still inside me, and ask, "My love, don't you think we should celebrate our bean one more time...?"

Instantly my dick grows against your constricting flesh. I feel those walls of muscle and nerves try to strangle me and I remember how our daughter and son have traveled out of you that way, and yet still you worked hard to work yourself back to that tight pussy I know. It makes your vanity oh so more seductive when you do this to me, that I cannot resist you, as if I would ever try! As you try to hold me in place, I roll on top of you. My mouth goes for your neck and I suck on the nape of the neck that most tickles and excites you. My hands finger into your hair with my thumbs gently rubbing your cheek. You lose focus and release my dick to move inside of you. I give you my best massage inside you, rapidly moving back and forth, while my mouthful of kisses moves down your neck. "Kitty, my Kitty, my precious Kitty. Yes! Yes, lets celebrate. Celebrate your motherhood once again!" We sing to each other in moans and groans, letting our such song that it tries the very magic of the curtain. Ana does not stir, while we enjoy the act of making a brother or sister for her. We will celebrate for 9 months more yet until that time, where you will sing your songs to fill our ears and hearts with birth! How beautiful Ana's birth was and how nearly terrifying was Chip's. For now I hear you sing to yourself getting yourself so excited. You have learned how much a turn on it is to make this noise. How important it was to install these curtains. I let out a roar as I approach my own orgasm, to set you off. "I want to cum together!"

Your lips on my neck and hand in my hair... it's so easy to get lost in your touch! This is why all of our children before this had "just happened," our desire and need for each other is so alluring, we can't resist one another. Getting lost drops my guard and I feel you moving inside me. You know every spot to hit that makes me moan, whine, scream, lose myself, whatever you want. Your assault on me is fast and unrelenting, we are harmonic in our very loud song, and neither of us are short on pleasure! We both knew this dance of ours would continue until the moments before our fourth because the number of children has changed now lol bean enters the world. Ana's birth had been truly beautiful and despite the horrifying events before, Chip and Tet's birth was extremely bonding for us! I couldn't wait for the main event 9 months away, I hadn't truly expressed how much I enjoyed the event, but with it being just the two of us, I was ready to spend every second of labor and as much of the birth as possible locked in your embrace.

I pulled out of the erotic place my mind has drifted to, noticing that I've increased in volume thinking about the event, and we're both on the edge. Your roaring request is enough to send me over the edge as we both scream out our victories, coating each other in the juices of our conquests. I pull your lips to mine as I kiss you passionately, "Thank you my love, I look forward to celebrating our fertility each moment we can!" You speak your own agreement to that and we part, finally bathing properly before getting out and going to bed ourselves.

The rest of our trip is fortunately uneventful. It's been about two weeks from when we left Quezalici as the suctioned seaweed did a bit of damage that needed repair first. We finally dock in Ibn Tulum! The town is a small, bustling place, much like home, but instead of signs of sand everywhere, there's evidence of the local jungles around the harbor's borders. We gear up and head into the town, leaving Poca to manage handling the ship with the portmaster. As we make our way through town, you have one hand in mine and the other holding Ana on your hip. Walking through the main path through the town, we stop short of the plaza. We are surrounded by homes, shops, market stalls, and alleys that all interconnect each pathway to another. From above, the city would almost look like a web of paths.

Ana's attention seems fixated on something and she starts squirming to get down from your hip. I start scanning the pathway we've walked and the plaza that we stand at the entrance of for the High Priestess. "My love, where would she be? Do you think she's established a small temple here?"

The journey on the Skulker, especially through the bat caves, was wonderful. We fell into old memories of making this trip from Far Payit so long ago. We are no longer that couple that didn't even know how to cuddle without falling into a frenzy of new feelings. We certainly aren't the teenagers of Aum that experienced that aching feeling of love and sensual sex with each other for the very first time. We are a family and our love has grown into a long lasting trust and friendship based our undeniable physical and emotional need for each other and our biologically driven need to protect and nurture our children. I am so glad we have made this trip to renew our time and remind us just how far we have come. Holding onto you and Ana on the bowsprit as Poca pushes the Skulker through the surf will always be a favorite memory of mine. I love creating new memories that we can tell our children when they have grown and forget what an adventure we all experienced. And Ana has taken to the sword nicely. She has become to terror of the decks as she chases the poor Poca around with her wooden sword, though I suspect he loves it. More than once, he has had to resort to a water weird to lift her off her pursuit, which only makes her want to repeat the chase another time.

Returning to Ibn-Tulum was not as pleasant. The beautiful town has lost its charm of a being a center of the arts and music. The streets are quieter now than the bustling music filled streets that we walked as a couple with Ana in your belly, right before our wedding. Now Ana gets to see her grandmother's town for the first time. Though she is excited, I feel a bit of a loss of the old charm and magic. The music is gone. The gods are gone. Everywhere are the vender barkers and bland food sellers. The temples are empty except for the various merchants that have taken up occupancy in the temple street steps and foyer.

"Maybe she is here. I do not know how Margharita could lower herself to these conditions. She was ever so concerned about her looks and cleanliness. However, if there were an orphanage, I would look there as well. She would not care for her looks or the conditions if children were needing her. Let's go ask one of these venders. You sir, do you know the whereabouts of the High Priestess to Kiltzi these days?"

"Well sir, I was born here, right inside that old temple that you are selling clothes out of. Do you have anything in pastel green for a maternity dress?" I gesture back to you, and pull out a gold piece to put on his palm. "Times have diminished, but time continues on. Does not Kiltzi's love bless this community?"

"Thank you Gerond. I'll tell mother that." I place the dress in the pack and take you by the hand and walk on to the orphanage. As I do, I talk to you through our link. "I apologize for ruining a shopping opportunity. The dress probably wont fit and is the wrong color. I knew I had to take something, or we would not have been able to leave him. He was mother's personal dressmaker at the Temple. He doesn't seem to know that I recognized him, and in this day, that is safer. I could not draw attention to him giving out information to a stranger, or worse, a son of a priestess. I let him know who I was, but I will be more circumspect to those I do not trust. There is a desperation in this town that I do not like. Times are indeed hard, or rather, they are ordinary, without worth or salt or joy. I cannot place it. My Divine Sense does not find anything good or bad."

I pull your hand up to kiss it as I respond, "It's more than alright my love, we didn't exactly come for here for wares. Besides, the dress is still lovely and I can probably fit it now instead of when I am big with belly. And honestly, you grew up here. I wouldn't be surprised if people eventually recognized you. The less that do, the better, but we'll manage just fine. But sensing nothing is better than sensing something bad. Seems the faith of those here have been shaken though, which is to be expected. Let's get Ana safe and then we can worry about the times of these people. As selfish as it is, I'd like to tend to the safety of our daughter before tending to the happiness of others." I squeeze your hand as we continue the rest of our trip to the orphanage.

"Of course Ana. Go play! But remember to introduce yourself and ask to be friends, especially the shy ones that may need a little help being friends. Then find MooMoo. She'll be reading books about now. Go!"

I stand back and watch her run to the playground. I put an arm around you and pull you tight and smile with you. I think to you, "She doesn't have her wooden sword with her, does she?" I continue to grin tightly, hoping not to see a play battle commence in an orphanage.

I giggle at, what anyone else would look like my child getting to be a child, but is actually at the question that only I can hear. Keeping a smile as well, I wrap my arm around you too and think in response, "I snuck it out of her pack and tucked it away behind a barrel just at the entrance to the ship. Let's just hope she doesn't supplement it with a stick." I laugh a bit more before squeezing my arm that's around you. "Come love, let's go find your mother."

"Greetings Mother. You actually look happy to see us! Sorry that we are dropping in so suddenly on you, there being no pluma messages being sent these days and all. But we brought Anacaona with us, there, precariously on top of the climbing structure being a pirate. The twins are safe at home.

I thought you would be with the children. Its where you always wanted to be if the stress of the Temple got too much. And now there is plenty of time for them, thanks to ...Uhti. Plus, Gerond told us you would be here. He says that he has that special order for you. Are you up to something Mother?"

I chuckle uncomfortably, "Well that's just it... this isn't completely a social call Margharita... Ana, sweet girl, come, let's go play with the other kids, Mommy and Daddy need to talk with MooMoo for a bit, okay?" I get up and take Ana's hand and leave the room to lead her back to the other children, pulling the door closed as I do.

"You are as perceptive as always, Mother. I hate to jump into our problems right away, but it may be urgent."

Having hugged her, I would know that there is no disguise self spell in operation. I use my Divine Sense to verify her goodness. Only then do I proceed.

"Our issue is not as simple as a disease though. Remember that we banished Loliath from Nexal? Well, she said that she would return and turn our people into beasts again through what she called the viperhand and then she said she would even use our children against us. Antethoe spoke with the Oracle and found out that Loliath has been attempting to kidnap a child of the gods. We suspect the target is Ana as a child of our double tiloni, though I also would include Quezali as a possible target for the same reason. Kitty and I have thwarted at least one such attempt on Ana's life, but beast activity around Quezalici has increased and even Godslayer can't be everywhere at once. He is talking with the barbarian elders to see what defenses can be negotiated. We have come to you for help on a protection spell for Ana. I doubt Quezali needs protection now."

I walk back in during your explanation and sit down with you. "Yes, please! Teth said there’s an old ritual that could be performed?"