Time Traveling Stories

The moment you’re on me, my body is ablaze with loving passion. Thank the gods we are that time has not dulled or diminished our bond, but made it even stronger. Even as your hand slips into my folds, my body responds, never bored by your touch. Our lips never needing to part, for we know each other as well as our own flesh. I begin to lose myself in the battle our tongues engage in, as fierce as any sword duel. My hands roam down your fluffy, chiseled chest and sweep across your abdomen before finding your immovable rod. Deftly, my hands move along it, holding it firmly as I enjoy the thought of being full from it.

You rotate us and I claim the dominance in the moment as I defeat your tongue, taking your mouth to enjoy as I please. Each second only make the anticipated ache hurt more, and I grow restless. Lifting my hips, I slide onto you, never separating from your lips. As you fill me, I sing my approval into our shared breath. Our bodies, especially mine, has shaped to enjoy the other perfectly. Despite the pure joy and excitement we share from bringing three beautiful children into the world, you never lost the desire of my slightly expanded tunnel. As our voices mix and my hips move, our bodies share the flames we’re fanning. Our lips finally separate and I lose myself completely. Moving as fast as I can along your length, your ministrations along my neck, I can’t contain my voice, my excitement. With a loud cry, my hips meet yours as I shiver and shake from the earthshaking climax, feeling you fill me as you roared out your own as well.

Laying fully on your chest, our bodies glistening, you fail to let our pleasure end there. Rolling us again, your sweet attentions send another small orgasm through my body as we melt together. Once you finally pull away, I quickly snuggle up to you. My knight, my fox, my love, no darkness can invade this moment. We share several moments of just enjoying each other’s company before I finally break the silence. "I would agree that Loliath is trying to come for us my love. I worry, as always, but I know we can defeat whatever she places in our path." My voice, soft and sweet, speaks with a smile on my face. I have no doubts of our capabilities. I open my mouth, but hearing small feet, I throw our sheets over us before our daughter can come in.

Rushing in, with no care in the world, Ana comes in our bedroom and walks up to your side of the bed. "Mama, Papa," she says excitedly, "there’s a... man who sells things! MooMoo said he goes all kinds of places! He has a stuffed doggy that changes its fur! May I have it please?!" Her doe-like gaze flits between our faces, her lips in a pout as she waits to see if she’ll get yet another toy out of us.

While you quickly throw the sheets over us, I wonder why you don't just illusion us in cocktail outfits on a chaise instead. You never have tried to deceive our child in these ways except to delight her with butterflies and snapdragons, those fairies that Ana know are illiusions. I begin to wonder about your reluctance or maybe your knowledge that Ana has some ability to see past your illusions you use on everyone but her and me. Or maybe you do use them on me, but no matter. I grip your ass while you do this and hold my cock inside you. After all, if you are taking pains of hiding something, there should be something great to hide and besides, I love the feel of your body wiggling away from my penetration while I grip you into it. I stiffen and you react, even as you try to appear domestically normal to Ana. I smile to her request. Of course she knows I'll say yes. Daddy always does, but first I will tease her because I want to know, "Ana, that sounds like a fun toy. Does the man look honest? Or do you just trust MooMoo's word? You know how to read people and know when they are telling the truth. Does MooMoo go with him and see the places he goes to?"

She looks like she's thinking hard before she looks back at you. "I don't know. He seems honest, he talks excitedly Papa! MooMoo seems interested in him! Can you come buy my toy please!"

I pinch your arm as I telepath with a smirk, "Asshole."

"Shhh. hee hee. She would know!"

I see Ana's expression and I tell her, "Yes little one. Go on down and we will follow after I talk to your mother."

"Okay Papa!" she cheers excitedly before bounding across the tent and sliding down the rope.

"I love you! See you in a bit." I turn to you and kiss you passionately. "I love you, too," I tell you and kiss your belly under the covers. "Now, Kitty, let us get dressed quickly, before I fall and want to take you again in the spare moment I have purchased with cost of a toy." I get up pulling the cum stained covers off and quickly splash down and get dressed, all the while watching you and admiring your feline movements and sensuous and amble curves. I've grown so fond of your motherly shapes that you so resist by working so hard, but I couldn't love you any less, and lo, I love you more and more each day and year. We help each other on with armor, because we trust not the omens we dreamt of. You race to the rope, but I stop you for one more kiss and a deep breath of your scent. Never do I want to loss that scent and must replenish it every day.

I kiss you back before I grin widely at you. It's remarkable to see you spread so much love, even as our family grows by one inside me. I giggle at your statement. "All of them, that one in particular," I point in the direction Ana went in, "is going to drain our coffers empty. They want for nothing, my love, and you are their biggest victim." As I speak, I begin to clean myself up and dress. While strutting around, I notice your gaze even if I don't acknowledge it. Your attraction to me has never faltered, even if my own vanity hasn't ever fully accepted it. Despite that, the gaze always fills me with a boost of confidence and love. Each breath we share together, even apart, just fills my soul with unmeasurable happiness. Even when I make my sickness tea and you fix it for me without complaint even after warning me that I never get the sugar and cream ratio right... I never know what I'd do without you.

We kit ourselves with our gear before we complete our senses ritual that began a few weeks into our adventuring. Every time, I still think back to the first time. Each sniff, lick, caress, bite, and kiss sets both of us on the path to starting out day right. Once we've gotten every spare second we think we can out of the silence, we slide down the rope before packing it away and walking hand in hand to the entrance of the temple, where we find Margharita, Ana, and a man with a large backpack standing, talking. His height easily matches yours, his hair light as the sand and a physique that pales in comparison to your muscles. While physically the lesser, he doesn't look like one to back down easily. His attention turns to us as Ana notices us and calls us over.

I chuckle awkwardly before stating, "I'm not a rogue, although that sounds like a very impressive blade. We have a friend who would certainly love a gift like that. I will pass on the offer though, thank you." Turning to you, I ask, "What do you think love?"

"Passing on the offer for yourself or for our friend?" I smile and give you a kiss on the forehead to tell you I love you and you can do anything you like. I give myself the same pleasure and take up the long sword. Pulling it from its sheath, I can feel its acrid power. There is certainly evil in it. I swish it around the orphanage to Ana's wide eyes. Evil can be used for love and for retribution of loss of love. If anyone ever hurt Kitty, I would certainly not fail my oath to take revenge on the villain and keep his undead ass on as a livery in my stable. I look powerful with the blade. Still, I need it not. I look to you and my smile grows more powerful and divine. I hand the sword and sheath back to the vender. "Not my style. I fancy that I can make it though the pathes to Ulatos where the Temple of Qotal once lay without such a blade. Do you know those paths of late and how they fare? I like the dog though. What soul is it stuffed with? and how much?"

"For both my love, we don't know when we'll see Caine again. Even if she would adore such a gift!" I gaze at you lovingly as your sweet behavior warms my heart.

"25? for a toy? I don't think so. Kitty, shall we go in for breakfast? How about 35gp for the dagger and the dog?"

I hand the dog to our very excited and bouncy daughter before leading her to the kitchen. "We should have breakfast before we leave, love. We can't hit the paths until she's eaten anyways."

"Wait! I have a question for my mother first." I intercept you from giving the dog to Ana, and I give it to Margharita first. "Mom, check this magical toy first before we give it to your granddaughter. I normally trust a Pochteca, but these are uncertain times. And Dad, do you know anymore about where to find him...or how."

While breakfast is cooling, I run my fingers through the loamy jungle dirt and smell the sea breeze lift the palm fronds. I imagine Spirit running free on the beach and into the jungle. I can hear his hoofs on the ground that yields to his Fey nature. I stretch out my mind and search ... for a Coatl. "I need a feather from you great one."