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Click hereFor several seconds, he bucked into her, pushing, groaning. Filling her human pussy with his elven seed.
Shalia saw several more flickers of light, dancing in the air above him.
When he recovered, she raised her eyebrows, her eyes alight. "That was interesting. And answers the question of whether I'm pregnant or not. You are a good, attentive lover, I don't mind telling you, Anduvar. Sometimes you make me see stars when I come, but today you seem to have brought your own."
Anduvar glanced around, catching a flicker of light wink beside them. "Hmm? Oh, I guess they followed me in here. Some of their previous victims. They are too weak or damaged to leave. Will you help them on their way?"
"Of course. Rest in peace is a simple enough priest spell. I'll deal with it once we are disentangled. And," she lightly punched his arm, "I also want clothes. I am not leaving this room naked!"
He was softening, but still inside her. Shalia thought of herself as a practical woman, but sometimes one had to take things on faith. With a baby on the way, they were committed now. Her love and trust for him gave her hope it was possible. Damn all those tragic stories! Fie on anyone who to tried to stop them from being together!
He sighed in contentment. At last, she was his. Soon to be husband and wife. And sometime next year, they will be parents. Leaning down, he kissed lightly several times. Best day. Ever!
Anduvar made to pull out, but she kept her legs wrapped around him. Shalia wouldn't admit it easily, but this past month she had missed making love with him, too.
Still, a girl has her pride. "You know, boyo, that wish you just made was pretty arrogant. You have made it so I can only get pregnant by you. What if I wanted to bear the love child of that baker on Herald Street? The one who makes those to-die-for apple crumb cakes? If I had his baby, I'd be in dessert for the rest of my life! Or that cute bookseller in the Empire on Bywater Lane? I could see myself doing him for regular discounts. Yeah, definitely. What do you have to say about that, Anduvar?"
He leaned down, touching his forehead to hers. "That you are out of luck. I am going to be your husband and you will be my wife, and I will be the father of all your children, Shalia Tavona soon to be Elvaraë. Deal with it."
"All right then. Deal!" she grinned. Holding him tight, she kissed him, long and hard.
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- COMMENTS
TJSkywindabout 3 years agoAuthorThis story recently received many long-needed corrections. Enjoy!
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Anonymousover 8 years agoAt fucking last!!! A writer who admits writing with a muse! I thought so much after reading your time-poem. Keeps you awake at night, don't they? Makes you agitated for not having pen and paper, well at least a pen, ready when you're on the toilet and they stuff yet another brilliant idea into your noggin? Introduces you to topics you have no hope of ever discussing with other people for the simple reason that they don't exist (the topics)? Well, welcome to hell (this could be a good or bad place, considering you really love it here, but wouldn't mind being left alone when you're on the toilet). I envy you. My muse left me when I chased him away after not being able to 'have sex without the aid of a pen'. Now he is sincerely missed. Skittish creatures for all their boisterous behaviour!
Okay -off to go read some more muse-saturated stuff! Thanx for lovely stories.
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TJSkywindalmost 10 years agoAuthorIn the words of Homer Simpson, "DOH!"
It's altar, not alter.
My sincerest apologies for my glaring usage error. Really. And for any others I missed. I really need to quit writing at 3am, but it seems to be the only time available if I want to write. Sleep is for those without the muse urging them to continue the tale. And the strange noises you hear are me dealing with sleep deprivation while trying to formulate a coherent sentence. Feel free to ignore the maniacal laughter as well. I only bite when provoked or if I have permission. Honest.
I had a great deal of fun writing this story, remembering what happened like it was yesterday. The world has changed a great deal since then. They have great grandchildren now and still go adventuring together like teenagers in love.
If you've made it thus far, thanks! On average, about 1/2 of 1 percent actually bother to vote. Voting is very nice, and feedback is great.
