Since You're Curious...

I grin from ear to ear, tears in my eyes. "Oh Duke! Yes please! I mean this was... quite a... unique experience. Maybe the next one shouldn’t be quite as exciting as this one, not in the same way at least, but my love... I’d love to have a fourth with you! Just us, yes! Oh my love!" I pull you in for a deep kiss. Despite the unpleasant aching inside me, my own desire wants you too. The love I feel and the happiness at these bundles making me want to start now, but I know you’re right... With a lot of struggle, I pull myself away from you, knowing that I’ve conveyed my constant want of you despite the situation of expelling two mini warriors less than a day ago. I take a few breaths to calm myself before getting up and slowly walking around the tent, getting things together. "My love, we have to find a way safely back to the ship. Who knows if the crew is okay, or the halflings for that matter, and I’m sure the crew wants to get home. The midwife can check the twins. We don’t want the produce they picked yesterday to go bad. Do we have a wrap that I can use to tie one of them to my chest? I can carry the other. Now how am I going to make these fit for now?" I speak to you except for the question, at that point, I’m just talking out loud as I stare at my clothes and armor. I don’t want to leave, but I worry about the world outside of us and how it is, not knowing how our crew is doing makes me anxious. I know that I’m not ready to make that trek though as even this walking around is still too uncomfortable, but I’m hoping it doesn’t show.

I watch as you defy the need to relax. You are focused on finding a safe place for babies and crew, so I yield to your need to help others. I sense only goodness in your empathy. IF you injure yourself in this regard, Kiltzi and I can heal you, so I get up and use our telepathy to tell Poca where we are and that we will give him one hour to find our cave. I tell him to follow Spirit. I then summon Spirit below as a warhorse again and link to him to bring Poca and the pirates gone merchants into the jungle to greet us. I turn to you and help you with your wrap. I see the complexity of putting two babies into a single wrap and then I wrap Tet in a wrap around my shining armor. I look devilishly cute with plate armor and swaddling baby. I curtsey and grin at you. "We have a hour. Oh what we used to spend an hour doing before going down the rope. This time, shall you nurse the children? I can be turned on by that motherly act for now," I laugh to myself. You smile and chuckle at my silliness. I have had the ancient god of all dads evoke all the dad jokes into me at one time when Ana was born. I continue to act the part.

You have the best humor, I appreciate the jokes you’ve started sharing ever since our daughter’s first day in the world. But I know you’re wanting me, and I’m wanting you... but we can’t have each other, so I decide to use that frustration to my advantage. "Yes love, I think that’s a wonderful idea!" I take our sons out of the wraps and place them on our rug. I kneel down beside them so they’re in my peripheral vision, but keep my eyes locked on you. Slowly, methodically, I take off every bit of upper clothing and gear, making sure to remove my boulder holder the slowest of them all. The beautiful globes fall from the cloth and are very heavy with milk. I pat the ground in front of me and you quickly come sit with me. I take your hands and place them on my chest and whisper, "You should gently message them, make sure they’re ready to be sucked on..." Dutifully, you do with quite an excited look in your eyes. I lean slightly in your grasp, lightly moaning in the process. After several moments, I whisper, "Ohhh love, you should give them a taste... make sure the milk is good..." We both know you have tasted it many times once it started producing again, but we both also know I’m not making a big show for anyone but you.

"I love you oh so much! Look how sexy you are, Kitty!" I watch as you strut and pose, throwing your one hand up so your heavy milk-laden breast lifts with its large brown nipple pointing up at me, the other, relaxed and waiting, taunting me. Your belly is more flat now, but still with a healthy baby fat to make you look extremely voluptuous and womanly. I need to hug you! I step to you before I can even think. My hand runs down you lifted arm and across your shoulder as I kneel down before you, reaching my lips to kiss you on the lips and taste your tongue. You are the damnedest, sexiest mother I like to fuck. I see you enjoying the act of giving me pleasure while your body cannot enjoy it right now. I mean, you just experienced the most expressive and sensual experience in your lady parts that one could have. No need to try to top that, unless you count Tet's attempt to do that. I move my kisses down your neck and over your collar bone to that breast. I try to only taste. The milking nipple is wet but the milk has not dropped for this feeding, so I suck like a baby, insistent and urgent. Then it flows and I taste. I quickly reach to lift Chip to the teat, so he can enjoy that sweet sweet milk. I reach for Tet as well, but before I can even get to your other breast, you are pulsing milk. I have to taste just to test my theory about the sourness of one versus the other. One more taste and I put Tet on and help you support both babies in your cradled arms. I know I will have to sew you a need milking blanket that will support ours sons as they grow fat and strong on the milk that goes from sweet to thick over the next week. With twins, I will definitely have to wait in line for the fatty milk, but I do want them to have all they want to be strong fighters.

As they start to drink, we both adjust to a more comfortable, cross legged position. With your help, I skootch forward to have my legs over yours, half way into your lap. I tilt my head and give you a slow, loving kiss, which continues into several minutes of a very loving making out session. Once we finally pull away, we rest our heads against each other, looking down at our creations. "Oh look at our little warrior babes, they're so perfect! Thank you for them, thank you for your love." By the time they've finished and we get them situated, your attention is drawn to the exit as Spirit approaches with the crew. Once the twins are wrapped and our things collected, we joined them. The crew awed over the twins, the sweet souls these ex-pirates are. We get ready to move and I stop you, placing your shield up in front of you where Tet is swaddled against you, ordering that if your shield drops at all, there will be hell to pay. You reassure me that you'll protect us and we made our trek back. Poca fills us in that the tribe was pushed back and no one got seriously hurt, which was a huge sigh of relief for me.

The journey back to the ship was relatively easy. Chip gets a bit fussy, but I know that the anxiety I think I'm holding back is being picked up on by him. After boarding our ship again, we take them to our midwife who promptly checks them and me. She gives us all a bill of good health, noting that she can tell the trip back wasn't kind to me physically, which you instantly lay hands on to help. She and the crew leave us to rest in the captain's quarters, where despite my best efforts not to, I fall asleep holding them in bed and you join us for a quick nap. We arrive home late in the evening, Poca sending us on as soon as we dock to enjoy our time with them. Everyone's been so understanding miraculously.

We enjoy another two days with just the twins to find a rhythm and allow me a bit more rest. Ana falls in love with them as well and instantly starts offering to help with everything she can. I wonder at times if it's her personality or if Kiltzi shines through her too. As we spend time with the boys, we notice many differences between them. Chip tends to demand attention while Tet is okay with not having as much. Tet takes more to you while Chip clings to me often. I share that Chip will likely be an active child and that Tet will probably prefer to sit and listen to Ana or us read aloud to him. Their oppositions fortunately don't include every situation and they're both obviously happier when they're together than apart. I wonder with them if their opposites will become a benefit when they're older? Surely it will. We sent Chip's cowl to the midwife who sent us back two small pendants and instructions that whenever we wear them, we'll have a direct line to him. I carry mine around my wrist while you wear yours on a loose necklace. From there, we enjoyed being the happy little family that we are, deciding to let the gods tell us when we would add our next edition to our family.