Time Traveling Stories

Locked fingers, kneeling before you, breathing in your kind words and loving medicine, I am lost to you. I hear the mage’s words and I am happy for him and his family, but what I did was for my family right here. I would do anything for this woman, be she a goddess or just my goddess. The life that grows in her now makes her all that more divine and I worship her. Lowering our fingers grasp, I lean in for a supplicant’s kiss. The excitement of her lips responding to mine, her mouth opening as temple doors and her tongue dancing with mine, give me that spiritual feeling I’ve had ever since hearing her answering pledge of love and her offering of her body for my seed. I know what it is like to be a father of such wonderful children and yet protecting her right now almost to the point of my death and her rushing to me to thank me for the child that grows within her, that, that was worth my existence, my trials, my effort. I open my eyes to see she is still lost, her eyes closed, in my kiss. Her body has pressed against me. I close my eyes again, wishing the mage would leave, so I could take this woman again, here, in the silence of this house and bless the roof with our dedicating moans. This was a house that raised children instead of persecuting them. It must be resanctified and I know just how to do it.

Almost as if knowing you want, or maybe just tired of being there, the mage escorts his family home. Once I realize we’re alone, I separate, unlocking our lips to pull back and look you in the eyes. I know the loving heat that I feel and see it reflected in your own eyes. I know what I want, but the times we’ve experienced have been taxing on both of us, I can see it in our desperation for each other. Quietly, I ask, "My love, they are gone. Do you wish to retire too?"

The moment of intense passion passes as I realize that my wife is talking to me and the other family is gone. The house looks abandoned and full of battle. "This house would never be a place for a family. It no longer knows love and trust and respect. Let's us away back to our daughter and give her kisses and then retire to our rope trick. I wish to hold you all night, my love."

I nod and agree, much preferring to leave this place as well. I wait patiently as you summon Spirit through a ritual, raking my fingers through your curly locks until you are done. We mount up with myself in the front and your arms holding me tightly, and head into town again. The moon is high in the sky, suggesting a late hour as we strode up to the temple.

Walking in, Margharita meets us, already in her evening gown, and says, "You both have been gone a day's worth of time, you both look so tired. Were you able to take care of the situation? Ana is sleeping already in my rooms, do you want to take her back to the inn with you?"

"Thank you mom. You have really been a help and if you are alright by this, we don't want to wake her but we have a strong desire to be near her. Do you mind if we use our rope trick here in the hall outside her door?" I hold onto you. "Despite our healing, we are tired of all the anxiety this has cause us. It may be showing on my face, but I am trying hard to be strong for both our sakes."

I lean into your hold. "Come, let us retire and then you don’t have to be strong, my love. I will run my fingers through your hair and kiss you sweetly. You don’t have to maintain face for both of us.

I don't take long to climb up into our nest with you and disrobe. The worries of my face drop as quickly as the strong facade. My stomach was still jittery, not from the near death battle with that brute, but from the unsatisfied desire I had for you. I held it back but I could not help but feel you sensed it, the way you ran your fingers through my hair as I called Spirit. You enjoy my need and bide your time. Your words had gotten quieter, your jokes fewer, your anticipation of being alone with me is apparent and that only helped to super charge my desire more. As I reach for your hand, your fingers clasp mine in the joy of being locked together. With my other hand, I clasp your neck to feel the hairs on your neck stand, and I gently pull your lips into my worship of you. I feel the electricity. No sooner than I touch you, you ignite in playing with my lips and tongue and chin and ear. I sigh to the excitement. Letting loose your fingers to run through my chest hair, I lift your bottom up into me and carry you to fall backwards into the soft bed.

Your body feels good to mine. Sitting astride you, I lift up and pull my tunic over my head, crossing my arms as I do and tossing the undergarment aside. Lifting your undergarment blouse, I look upon your breasts, reaching down to suckle with fervor and then come up your mouth for a passionate kiss as I ride my chest against yours, skin to skin, raised nipple to firmness. I finish the kiss with a nibble on the ear then raise up and watch as you smile and open your eyes. I smile back and strike your hair. My pants throb with pleasure on you, but you recognize that I want to talk.

"My wife. My tiloni love. How I love you still. We are much different people to each other since we first met in Aum and then again in Far Payit. I look upon you and I see maturity that bloomed where youthful lust had been sown. You are even more beautiful to me than ever.". My lips require your kiss and I take it. I touch foreheads, and we look into our sweet faces, breathless and hungry. The flowered language gives way to plain talk. "As always, I am your Knight and Paladin, here to protect you and you are my goddess of empathy. Today though, I saw the limits of my armor. Even with all my strength, if that brute had still stood on one foot, he would have slain me and I would have failed you and our bean. In my vulnerability, I begged you to finish him. You would have I know, if it had been necessary. You would have protected me. I love you so much. I need you more than I know or say. I need you to be my protector even as I know that you need my divinity. Of that, I still do not understand it. I know Qotal is part of me but I do not feel him as you do Kiltzi. You can express her in your healing, in your care of our friends and of all Maztica.". Writhing my body against yours as I think this thought, I add, "I can see the divinity of the love goddess in the way you bear our children and scream their glory. You are drawn, I know, to help the young mothers of Quezalici to be their midwife when necessary. I hear that calling in you to give life to us and our community. And yet you need me to be divine as much as I need your protection. At this stage in our lives with three children already, we need everything from each other. I am so happy to have found you and walk this spiritual path together. Will you be my Knight and take me to be your Angel?"

There is no waiting, your urgency is easily projected, as I'm eager to respond to it with my own need. The years of marriage and child rearing didn't shake or rattle our own attraction and need for each other. Just as you do, I place my hands on your cheek, securing my own hold in the kiss we share after donning our armor hastily. I had hoped to be patient and slow, but that was not going to happen. I eagerly start to explore you with my lips while caressing your chest, running my hand through the hair there. I squeal excitedly when you can no longer wait for me to sit atop you.

Your lips on my body instantly starts my body to sing, allowing a small cry of joy to escape my lips. My eyes instinctively close to enjoy the experience of focusing solely on your lips and their actions on my body. Having your bare chest against mine doesn't seem close enough still and I wrap my arms around you to try and hold you even closer. I always love when our bodies can be pressed together like this and I know all too well that the luxury to do so will be gone a few weeks into our future. You pull back and our eyes meet. I see the love and desire burning in your eyes. It reminds me so much still of the look in your eyes the night we mated to each other, never a faint dissolve of it. I feel your firmness, but I know the look in your eyes so I listen instead of taking you right then and there.

Your words speak instantly to my heart. My love grows even more than it has as well as aches for you. It was never easy to see you so close to defeat no matter how many times it has happened. "My husband," I start, "my heart of hearts. The mate to both of my tilonis. While we have matured, there is much that hasn't." I emphasize this by wiggling my hips against you slightly with a coy smile before returning serious again. "I always have a weak spot for pretty faces, but there is no face more handsome than yours, even outside of Maztica. That brute was a beast, and I feared for you so strongly when I saw how much he hurt you, but I know you would never allow that to happen. And even so, you are correct. I will always protect you as you do for me, no matter what. I love you, you and our children, more than anything. And I need you just as much as you need me."

I secure my statement with a kiss before continuing, this time, holding your face as I speak. "You do not see how you are connected with Qotal? You do not think your strong desire to protect not only myself, but those who need it as well is a sign of the other tiloni you carry? I have seen how strongly you fight for us, for our friends, for our town. You are the voice of diplomacy and reason when squabbles break out in the town, assisting whenever fairness and rights are imbalanced. You are more divine my love than you realize. Embrace it, act upon that internal feeling, and it'll become just as much second nature to you as it is to me to connect with Kiltzi.

"Make no mistake Dukalu, I need you always and forever. Family or not, I will always need you beside me. I could not ask for a more perfect mate. May we be each other's protectors and angels for all eternity." I seal my desire with another kiss, this time, a long, passionate one to convey the sincerity of my words.

Immensely enjoying the kiss, I telepath my feelings, "Your affirmation is what has always attracted me to you. I asked the world from you and you gave it. I told you I loved you so quickly and you responded in kind, and here you are, completely connected to me and saying you never want to part." My bodies writhes and grinds into you as I enjoy the skin to skin touch of being one with you. Pulling down our underwear, I have you hold onto my cock and slide it into you as you have wanted all this time I have talked. I will be divine for you as you have seen me be in our community and our bedroom. Call out to god. We will will both answer in unison.

"Oh gods, yes," I moan as I finally start to fall onto your stiffness. As I begin to rise and fall, I cling onto you, holding you closer so there is practically no space left between our bodies. You're correct, I never want to part, and I hope the message is clear, even in this moment as I drive to mesh our physical forms into one. I feel both of my tilonis sing their praises the more the pleasure builds. It's the one moment all four souls get to become one, and with each wiggle of my hips, I bring us both closer to that moment. There was too much anticipation, I am too eager. It doesn't take me long before I am crying out to the gods as the gods in us bless our union with their own cries. I rest my weight onto you and feel you fall back onto the bed. I feel the tension and stress of the trip, the situation, and the day melt away for the moment as I move to take my place in bed, snuggled up to your side. With eyes closed, I mutter, "You never need to ask again if I will protect or assist you, my love. It was my oath to you at our vow renewal, and I don't plan to break it. You are nothing short of divine." And with that, I fall asleep fast.

All this talk of being divine and knowing Qotal before falling asleep in your arms has my mind supercharged with comfort and security in your arms. I am so glad we never got a large bed in our rope trick. I particularly love always being in close contact with you, even feeling the love of having one of your elbows or big toes digging into me. Having mortal bodies should be celebrated. Having a tiloni love like you should be rejoiced each and every day of our temporal time together.

So why do I have nightmares still? Loliath is no more than a repressed fear of the underworld, or a doubt that our love could produce only good? Ana is all the good in the world. We stormed the First Man's temple for just that reason, to make Maztica a safe and fair place, to give our daughter the chalice the power to make all the changes in the world that we all wanted to make, to banish sacrifices and divine meddling, to make the poor fed, to punish the criminal and forgive them at the same time. How could Ana ever be anything not good?

As I nightmare Loliath's monologue, I feel all this tension inside me to set her right and all the anxiety that maybe... maybe she is right. It still ticks me off! I take my action. I do not restrain Qotal inside me with these human frailities. I let him loose. That is all it takes to divine it seems. I don't have to believe in him or pray to him. I only need to be himself.

A surge of pluma magic swells up inside me and I rise, nay, I fly up, lifting everything else around me, Loliath, Ana's sleeping body, the stones of the tower. Qotal is enraged. I can't put restraints on hi to be good, to be anything a mortal wants his god to be. He is the leveler. He sets things right. He orders us and puts everything in his place! The whirlwind crescendos and the entire scene disappears in a storm of rage and righteousness.

"Yes love, my darling, perfect child," I find myself getting up and giving Ana her wooden sword that we had stowed. Everything will be fine.

Grabbing towel and basin, I rush back to bed with heroic speed. "My love! Are you ok?"

I put my finger up, signaling you to wait, then moving to point at my belly while I finish the disgusting situation that I'm in. Once I have myself under control, I finally sit up from leaning over my bin beside the bed to explain, "I am fine, the sickness is strong today, that is all." I see our daughter, worry on her face, hiding behind you and call her to me. Once she’s in my lap, I reassure her until I look up at you. "My love, you look worse than I feel. Are you alright? Did you not sleep?" I ask, concerned that something has happened while I was sleeping.

I smile to you and watch as you hug and cuddle our Ana. "The boogie woman came to me in my dreams last night. You were there, too, Ana," I say as I extend my smile to her as well. She cannot see the concern on your face as I tell Ana this. "You didn't have your sword, and I didn't either. A sword is not much good against a goddess, but we showed her." Ana is beaming. "We showed her who was boss, because we have no fear of anyone who isn't good and righteous and pure of heart, right Ana?"

I drop Ana into bed with us and we all have a light tussle until I remember your uneasy tummy. Ana doesn't notice and pulls away to run down the rope to show her MooMoo her sword. We watch her go, feeling the unease of having her out of our sight and the relief of knowing she is as safe as she can be surrounded by my mother's protective magic here. "We need to get moving to find father and perform the spell. Loliath is in my dreams and I am sure that means she is intent on getting at us." You tighten up in my arms and I regret talking about it. My thoughts go back to protecting you and our little bean, even while talking about it might achieve a greater protection. The tug between safety now or danger leading to possible safety pulls me into paralysis. My anxiety rises even as yours subside in my embrace. "You are beautiful my love. You are my warrior and shield in the tempest. I feel alone without the party of friends we have traveled with these years, but strong in my resolve to be with you, to be together in our resolve to make our way in this godless time. Will Uhti really be able to maintain the peace in this struggle? It means Maztica's future to do so. It means a safe future for us. Do you understand my concern for you and the kids, tiloni mate?" As your hands move across my shoulders in your way of calming me, I sink into our bed to cuddle and hold you tight. At my core I feel connected to you and grounded even as I want to run to our quest. Our relationship is such that we cannot do without the other. That alone makes me feel secure enough to tell you this truth over and over again, "My special mate, my loving friend, my heart's desire, you are my everything." I put my words into action as I press you into the mattress with the desire of being your blanket against the winds of change. How I want to be your constant against the fears. My words and the reaction in your eyes stir my core hard and intense demand to make love to you, whilst watching with great concern that I am disturbing your morning sickness. Gods! I am hoping for your body to want me as much as I want to mate you now in body and spirit!

Despite the unease I feel in my stomach, both with the sickness and at the news of your dream, I'm even more unsettled to watch our daughter leave the safety of our dimension until I too recall that Margharita keeps her just as safe as we do. I lean in for your embrace, relaxing until the news of these dreams makes me tense again. I go to speak, but your arms hold me closer, and I know my anxiety must've been sensed so I accept the calm you provide, even if it doesn't seem like you're getting the same feeling.

I look at you as you speak before I respond, "I do understand love," but before I can continue, you're sinking us into the sheets after I'd moved my hands up your body to try and soothe you. I knew what you needed, what we both needed. Our bond kept us close, helped our sanities, relaxed the tensions, it is everything. "Just as you are mine," I admit, "My only mate, my closest and most trusted person, the one who makes my world turn, there is nothing without you." Excitement and love begins to pool inside me. The fire seems to squelch the sickness for now as my lips pounce on yours, my hands pulling your shoulders to me. I want nothing more in this moment to find relief, find a distraction, from the world around us. I wrap my legs around your own, pinning your body to mine, as I telepath, "Love me, make love to me. My body can handle it. I need you.

With your acceptance clearly stated, I fall into you. My hand slides down your belly and into your panties to find that pulsating vessel of heated love. Skin to skin we are mostly, but that is not enough for me or for you. We strip ourselves of our vestments to be the teen kids in Aum that we were before, and yet our age and experience has made our bodies even more familiar to us. My hand has remained on your vulva and my fingers play with the moist folds and deep pockets of wetness that I know to be the sweet nectar of our matrimony. My other hand folds behind your neck and deepens our kiss so that our tongue duel each other, even though your own hands have found my cock, stroking it and testing its granite hardness. I roll on the bed so that you lay on top of me. You win the dual and thrust your tongue deep in my mouth as I crack open my jaw to allow you deeper entrance. The throbbing of my member responds to your grip with a sticky precum that invites your pussy lips to paint them though your lips down there are already swollen with erectile blood to be rosy red. The soft tip only serves to pleasure your folds until your hips have to lift and drop on my cock as it knows the feel of its fullness inside you as no other woman knows. Your vagina has shaped itself around my girth so many times and given birth that only this shape will satisfy. Only my scent on your body smells right. Only my groan in your mouth sounds right with the moaning you release into world. Sliding down on me repeated times, we feel the tickling of a sensation that sparks a reaction that ignites your spine into a blaze. I push up to your movements and you lose grip on my mouth. and I go crazy sucking on your neck and back into your ears as you sing your song that you sing when you give birth. My fingers dig into the muscles of your back, and sink into the soft feminine depth of your muscles, until they can no longer hold you in the outpouring of sweat that your back releases. You slip up and down so fast and pound harder against my balls to the point that I do not know where I stop and you start. Kitty, you are my virtuoso in love. Your climax is touched with a calling for Qotal. Your hair is so regal you throw it back and scream to the ceiling of our tent. My lioness. My fox. My woman! When you finally collapse on me, I realize that I have already come inside you. The cum leaks down my hip, mixed with your own. My fingers grip deep into the cheeks of your ass and pull you hard fast on my cock and roll you again so that I stride you. My penetration is met by more kisses. Your eyelashes bat at me in an exhausted way. We have melted into each other's arms and care not that the steam of our bodies and the friction of our skin has heated our bodies to temperatures that melt flesh. I kiss you again more playfully and bit your lower lip. I refuse to release my pressure on your deepest recesses until you sign and allow your neck to roll your head aside. I relax and roll to the side so that we might stare at each other's eyes in silence.