Missionary Impossible

When their lips parted, Christi said, "There's something else that I haven't had in a long time."

A high-pitched moan of anticipation accompanied Christi's fingers slipping to Ari's nether lips.

"I thought about that, too," Arilee revealed, once she caught her breath — arousal surging within her. A slight push from her legs sent her drifting toward the center of the bath on her back. Once she was as flat as possible in the water, she summoned up another power of her borrowed amulet.

Ari bobbed to the surface, floating on her back like a boat.

Christi needed no explanation that the magic was meant to allow her to remain buoyed by the water, and thus comfortable. She also needed no encouragement. When she grabbed Arilee's ankle with a hungry, sexy growl, the blonde Baroness bent her knees, using the anchor to draw her toward Christi's waiting mouth.

"Ah! Oh!" Ari cried out, unprepared for the intensity of her lover's appetite.

Christi's stiff tongue seemed to reach far deeper than Ari remembered, swirling over her walls to gather up the abundant wetness. The Duchess' lips and tongue felt as if they were everywhere at the same time, the vibrations from her moans concentrating in Ari's clit.

A lurch of Arilee's hips prompted Christi to curl her fingers around the blonde's thighs and dig in. Held tight in her lover's grasp, Ari squealed in delight, her entire body alive with pleasure. All the while, when she could keep her own eyes open, Ari could see Christi's eyes looking up at her, filled with a mixture of love and lust.

Arilee grabbed her breasts, squeezing with far more strength than she usually found pleasurable. She pinched the stiff pink tips, again matching the ardor of the dark-haired beauty between her legs. Though the Duchess kept her hips from doing more than wiggling, Ari's upper body was not so restrained. The Baroness writhed atop the water, often dipping into the magically unbreakable surface deep enough to see the water rising up beside her face.

The sensation started as warmth, and then changed to an itch that grew stronger by the second. Arilee whimpered as her building orgasm swelled to near painful intensity. Christi kept up the pressure with her fast-moving tongue, holding her blonde friend on the edge of ecstasy. After long, torturous seconds, Ari came.

A cry that combined a scream and a moan erupted from Arilee's lips, rising and falling in pitch with the shockwaves wracking her body. Her thighs tightened around Christi's head, and her fingers twined into the Duchess' dark locks.

"Mmm — oh yeah," Christi moaned when Ari's muscles relaxed. She continued to moan as she returned to the sweet, quivering treat before her.

Though the waves of bliss traveling through her body lasted for minutes, Ari still wasn't ready for them to end when her orgasm at last waned. Her sigh somehow managed to convey both disappointment and contentment at the same time when Christi gave her folds a final kiss.

"I... I don't think that I realized how badly I needed that," Ari remarked in languid tones.

The Duchess licked her lips and said, "You're lucky. I knew damn well how badly I needed it."

Ari chuckled, and summoned up enough presence of mind to release the magic of the shell between her breasts. Her legs sank down into the water once more, and she'd barely settled upright when Christi swooped in for a kiss.

The sweet kiss — made all the sweeter by her own juices on Christi's lips — lasted for some time. When their lips parted, Ari's curled up into a mischievous smile.

Christi's eyebrows arched upward, her expression revealing that she knew her friend was up to something.

Arilee revealed nothing, and instead climbed the steps of the bath. Rivulets of water poured down her body as she looked over her shoulder to see Christi admiring her bare backside. She continued down the stairs to the floor, and a knock sounded on the door.

Perfect, Ari thought, doubting that Sharon's timing could have been more impeccable. "Come in," she called while walking toward the door.

The Duke looked wary at first, then surprised and shocked. Only trust in Sharon's word that she would keep anyone else out of the hall allowed Arilee to walk toward Mindblind, water still dripping down her nude body.

Ari giggled and instructed, "Close the door," when he showed no sign of remembering that it was open. Even as he turned to do so, she reached him and jerked the tail of his shirt free of his pants. "And get undressed," she added.

The Duke cleared his throat and began, "When did you get..."

"Shush. Clothes. Off. Now."

She allowed him only a moment more of hesitation before taking charge — fighting against a blush all the while. She reached for his belt buckle and popped it open. A quick look revealed that both Duke and Duchess looked somewhat uncomfortable. "The two of you have something to attend to."

An insistent tug upward on his shirt finally prompted Mindblind to remove it. Arilee's deft fingers worked the buttons on his pants at the same time. When it looked as if he was about to speak again, Ari snapped out of her admiration of his bare, muscled chest.

"I know that you're worried about hurting the baby, but you're hurting Christi right now. She needs you, Cerebus." Upon finishing with the buttons of his pants, and shuddering at the sight of his hard cock straining against his undershorts below, Ari said, "Your boots."

The Duke leaned back against the door to pull off the boots, and Ari barely let his foot reach the floor again before jerking down his pants and underthings, leaving him revealed in all his hard glory. While he wriggled and stepped out of the cloth, she wrapped her hand around his throbbing manhood.

Mindblind groaned. "It's just..."

He grunted in surprise, and Christi's tension evaporated when Arilee used the convenient handle to pull him toward the tub. The Duchess laughed as he stutter-stepped forward, until Ari took his hand instead.

"I'm not going to let you hurt her, or the baby. The water will help to keep you from pushing too hard, and it makes her more comfortable," Ari continued as she led him up the stairs to the tub. "Alicia even says that it might encourage your son to stop being so shy, and come out to meet us. Now, in you go."

The Duke strode down into the water, the sight of his muscles working making Ari tingle all over. She followed him as he waded over to his wife. He smoothed back a shock of coal-dark hair, revealing the point on his left ear. "Babe, I..."

Once again, Arilee interrupted him. "We'll have classes on apologizing without swords later. There are more important things. Your wife needs you. She needs you deep inside her."

Both Duke and Duchess shuddered at those words.

"Gods, I do," Christi agreed, her voice thick with emotion so uncharacteristic for her. "I'm going mad, I swear."

Passion flared within the couple, and they kissed — hard. One of Christi's hands went to the back of his neck, while the other wrapped around his cock. The Duke twined his fingers into her dark tresses, while his other hand squeezed her ass.

Arilee had to push two fingers into her aching sex as she watched the sheer primal need that the couple shared unleashed before her. She managed to push down her own ardor sufficiently to wade next to the Duchess, just as the couple parted for a second with twin gasps.

Her hand joined Mindblind's on Christi's bottom as she said, "Turn around."

The Duchess needed no further instruction or prodding. She let out a lusty growl and turned in the water to grab the edge of the bath, leaving her bent slightly at the waist. She looked back over her shoulder at her man and said, "Don't make me wait."

He was throbbing with desire, and had absolutely no intention of doing so.

Arilee took his cock in hand, as he pushed through the water toward his wife. Ari moaned when he pinched her nipple while she guided his tip against Christi's folds. Then, his hands went to his wife's hips.

"Ah!" Christi cried out as the head of his cock slipped inside her. "You feel fucking huge," she groaned, and then demanded, "More," because he hesitated with her first cry.

A loud, growling moan accompanied the Duke pushing deep into her warm embrace. "Damn, you feel good, Babe."

Ari tickled his balls with her fingertips and felt his shaft, convinced that the angle was perfect to give Christi a feeling of fullness, without letting his long, thick cock bump against the entrance of her womb.

"So fucking good. Fuck me, Baby," Christi demanded.

In hopes of providing some added comfort, Arilee supported the Duchess' tummy with one hand, and slipped the fingers of the other between Christi's legs to her clit. The position was both awkward and uncomfortable, but Ari decided that it was well worth it.

Mindblind started slow — still cautious — but his wife's ever more fervent cries of fuck me prodded him on. As soon as he realized that Arilee's prediction about the water was true, slowing his thrusts enough to stem his worry; he gave in to his passion.

Water lapped against the edges of the tub and out into the floor as Mindblind pumped his cock into Christi's depths. Ari's fingers danced over the Duchess' clit, helping to stoke a bonfire within the gasping, dark-haired woman. Though the Duke was pounding his cock home, his wife's pregnant tummy barely moved, supported by both the water and Arilee.

Mindblind picked up the pace, and Ari could feel the pressure waves rushing past her fingers as she circled them over Christi's bud. The Duchess cried out, and then loosed a sultry laugh. "Oh yes — right there," she encouraged her husband.

The water now slapped, rather than lapped, at the edges of the tub. Though Christi's belly rocked a little, Ari didn't think it felt as if it was too much. She, on the other hand, actually had a little trouble keeping her footing in the sloshing water. Her nipples and sex tingled from the stimulation of swirling currents, and she could only imagine how good it must feel for her friend.

"Oh yes. Oh, Baby. I'm gonna come so fucking hard," Christi blurted out in a tight, high-pitched voice.

His teeth tightly clenched, Mindblind bit off the growls escaping him unbidden to warn, "Close too, Babe. Too fucking good."

"Don't stop. So close. Fucking give it to me."

Her own pussy aching for attention, Ari concentrated on Christi's pleasure, rubbing her fingers over her friend's clit in quick, side-to-side strokes. She could tell that both husband and wife were on the edge. They had gone far too long without sharing the primeval sexual need that always bubbled within them, and it was bringing them to a peak with remarkable swiftness.

"Can't hold it," Mindblind grunted, the words clipped almost to the point of incomprehensibility.

He need not have worried.

"Ah! Almost! Oh!" Christi screamed, and then she tried to cry out, "Coming," but only managed the first syllable before her orgasm hit her, turning it into a screech.

Mindblind simultaneously slammed his hips forward with a loud growl. "F-fuck yeah," he groaned as his cock pulsed, filling Christi full of pent-up cum.

Between loud vocalizations of the pleasure coursing through her, Christi managed to whimper, "Yeah, fill me up, Baby."

With the couple locked in place and trembling through their climaxes, Ari could ignore her own needs no longer. Her fingers left Christi's clit to find her own. Two more digits from her other hand plunged into her pussy, while a third finger tickled the puckered star of her ass.

Urgent whimpers arose from somewhere deep inside Arilee and her eyes pinched closed. Caught up in the synergy of her friends' pleasure, she swelled to a crescendo at the same frantic pace. In less than a minute, she came as well.

The first jolt of orgasm arched Ari's back hard enough for her to lose contact with the floor of the bath. Before she could sink, one of the Duke's powerful hands cupped her bottom, and dragged her toward him. Ari's feet, and then bottom, found a step in the shallower water as pleasure continued to ripple through her.

When Ari regained her senses, she was sitting next to Mindblind, one of his hands between her legs, replacing her fingers, which had started shaking too much to keep stimulating her. The Duchess sat on a lower step, the water lapping at her chin, her arms wrapped around her husband's leg in a hug, and her cheek resting against his side.

"Oh!" Christi suddenly cried out, and then laughed. When both of her bathmates looked at her, she explained, "This one is complaining again."

"He's kicking?" Cerebus asked, his eyes coming alight.

"Yes. Hurry," Christi said as she scooted up the stairs to where he could reach. "The little bugger has never kicked for him," she told Ari as she moved.

The Duke let his wife guide his hand on her tummy, and then snatched it away in surprise mere seconds later. "Damn me. I wasn't expecting that. Is he trying to kick his way out?"

Christi and Arilee stared at each other for a fraction of a second, and then broke out into simultaneous snorts that turned into joyful laughter.

****

Ari awakened in the ducal bed the next morning. She felt no sense of disorientation, despite the change in scenery from her room in Dalebord. Even after being away for so long, this still felt more like home than anywhere else she'd ever known.

Though she'd felt a tug of responsibility to return to her duties, Arilee had let the couple convince her that she had able administrators who could handle things for a night. Truth to tell, she didn't need much convincing.

Discussions with a midwife at her new home over the last several months had prompted Ari to suggest something that helped Christi sleep. The nest of pillows, placed just so, helped support the Duchess' awkward body, giving her one of the few good night's rest that she'd had in some time.

It also proved quite advantageous just before dawn, when Christi had awakened from an arousing dream. The support allowed her to reach a peak with her husband taking her from behind, while they both lay on their sides. The angle was too restrictive for him to come as well, but — with Christi's aroused encouragement — his cream soon found a home within Ari's depths.

Arilee shifted position a little, not yet ready to get up. Her knee slipped into a warm, wet spot, which she assumed was from the earlier fun, until Christi spoke up.

"Oh dear."

"Hmm?" Ari realized that the wet spot was spreading at about the same time as she emitted the moaned query.

"My water just b..." The rest of the word broke transformed into a growling cry when the Duchess experienced her first contraction.

The Duke sat bolt upright, his eyes blinking rapidly and his hand fumbling for a weapon. "Who? What?"

Arilee tossed back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. In a loud, but steady voice, she said, "The baby is coming. Go fetch the midwife, and the cleric that your brother sent. Then, go tell Ashtar."

"Midwife. Ashtar." Mindblind mumbled, his expression turning from one of sleepy confusion to worried confusion as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

"The midwife and the cleric your brother sent first," Arilee reiterated as she pulled on the panties that she'd discarded earlier in the morning. "Then Ashtar. Hurry."

"Hurry," he repeated in monotone, and bounced out of the bed. He stalked toward the door with zombie-like singularity of purpose.

"Put on your pants, Cerebus," Arilee called out when she realized that he was going to walk straight out of the bedroom nude.

"Pants." He looked around, located his trousers, and snatched them from the floor to dress.

"What in the hell is wrong with him?" Christi asked while staring at her husband with amused incredulity.

Arilee laughed as she pulled on her top, having already put on her skirt. She could offer nothing more than a shrug as an answer. The Duchess joined her in laughing when Mindblind stepped out into the hall and bellowed the midwife's name at the top of his lungs, followed by the cleric's, and then Ashtar's. He then stomped off toward the room set aside for the midwife.

The midwife, a matronly woman in her middle years, scurried into the room a minute later. She was wearing only a nightgown and shaking the sleep fog out of her head, but set about her task with practiced speed.

"It will be a while," the midwife announced after a quick examination, at just about the same time as the cleric of Heraklan arrived.

She was even more indisposed looking than the midwife before her. Arilee would later learn that the disheveled robes and mussed hair that she could see was only a part of it. The Duke had interrupted her in the afterglow of borrowing an off-duty guard for her needs, leaving the woman with cum-filled panties.

A few prayers from the chestnut-haired cleric of Heraklan helped Christi relax, and made her more comfortable. The magic did little more than take the edge off of the next contraction when it came, though.

Mindblind finally returned, looking little more sensible than before. "Got 'em. Ashtar's..."

The midwife turned and snapped a finger toward the Duke. "Go boil water. We need lots of hot water, and hot towels — now."

Mindblind nodded his head in an exaggerated motion. "Water. Towels. Got it," he rattled off before spinning on his heel.

"What's that for?" Christi asked.

"For getting him out of the damn way," the midwife muttered, prompting gales of laughter from the other three women in the room.

Only a few minutes later, the door opened again, revealing the nightclothes-clad noble ladies of Egoria, led by Queen Alicia. "Oh good, we haven't missed it," she declared with a wide smile while waving the rest in. Laughter and excited voices from outside revealed that the male half of the group had arrived at the Hall as well, likely on the wings of magic conjured by Ashtar, Darkni, and the rest.

The atmosphere in the room was joyful, and full of conversation as Christi labored to bring her child into the world. The Duchess treated the birthing as she would any other battle, and won it with ease. Soon enough, she held the spoils of victory in her arms, in the form of her son.

The cleric healed the tears from the birth, allowing Christi even greater ability to bask in the moment. At Alicia's insistence, Arilee was the first to hold the baby after his mother. She marveled at the boy in her arms, daydreaming of the day when she might have her own.

The heir to the ducal seat made the rounds of the other noble ladies before the men were finally permitted into the room. An excited Duke led the procession, his timidity as he took his son in his arms just as unusual as Christi's emotionality the day before.

"He's so tiny," Mindblind muttered, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Tiny?" Christi said, and then scoffed. "He's ten pounds if he's an ounce. You didn't just have to shove him out of your..."

Laughter from those gathered to share in her joy drowned out the rest.

A weary Duchess stood over the cradle with Arilee some hours later. The others had all returned to their duties — with great reluctance — as the day wore on.

"It almost doesn't seem real. He's so beautiful," Christi remarked.

"Of course he is," Arilee agreed, and then kissed the Duchess on the cheek.

Christi chuckled. "Now I'm right back to square one, though. No sex."

"You probably won't even notice." Ari paused, thinking better of what she'd just said. "Well, you probably will, but I think that you'll be busy enough to endure. They did say that the healing magic and your constitution would probably mean that you won't have to wait long."

"And we'll be able to get back down into the courtyard before long, too. I'm feeling all flabby and soft, and I owe Cerebus a few licks." Christi laughed. "He owes me a few, too."