Kinedness and Love (RGRE)


                                            > Be Anon, creeping towards your beautiful sleeping wife

                                            > You're wearing nothing but some lacy gloves and a pair of white, silky socks

                                            > Hell if you know why it gets Stormy Billows hot and bothered, but you aren't complaining

                                            > Your Minoan wife breathes deeply, the sheets concealing the details of her peaks, but as snow cannot conceal the immensity of a mountain, so too does the cloth not hide how fucking huge her tits are

                                            > You smile mischievously to yourself as you straddle her waist

                                            > Gently, you cup the cheeks of her face and peck her on the lips

                                            > Stormy blinks as she wakens, a smile slowly forming on her face

                                            > She crushes you in a warm embrace, humming contentedly

                                            > Her lips brush your ear as she whispers in a husky voice

                                            > "Wear those sexy little gloves tonight, and I'll rut you so hard the bed breaks."

                                            > You barely have time to yelp before Stormy rolls over and plunders your mouth with her skilled tongue

                                            > Her hand grips your dick with a gentle firmness, her movements smooth and skillful

                                            > Her breasts lay heavy on your chest, and you lose yourself to her warmth and pressure

                                            > You return the kiss as best you can, but Stormy's tongue is far stronger and larger than yours

                                            > You can feel her fond amusement as you struggle against its movements

                                            > Your hands sink into her tits, hefting and kneading

                                            > She hums in approval, pumping you faster and faster

                                            > You squirm under her, bucking your hips against the movements of her hand

                                            > You are so close

                                            > It seems she feels it too, because she breaks the kiss and crawls back between your legs

                                            > Stormy gives you a wink before enveloping your length in her warm, wet muzzle

                                            > You almost cum right then and there, but you hold back

                                            > She smiles around your dick, then gets down to sucking and licking with brutal efficiency

                                            > You groan as any semblance of self control evaporates and you fire into her mouth

                                            > Stormy hums in contentment, suckling on your cock until the last drop is spent

                                            > She finally swallows, letting your manhood fall from her mouth

                                            > You lay on the bed, sweaty, spent, and flush with pleasure

                                            > She leans down and kisses you on the cheek

                                            > "Good morning to you too, darling. I'll see you after work, and remember..."

                                            > She pats your hip

                                            > "Wear the gloves."

                                            > You kiss her on the snout

                                            "As you wish."

                                            > Stormy gives your hip a playful grope, then leaves to get ready for work

                                            > You take a moment to collect yourself

                                            > By the gods, you love your wife


                                            > Another day, you stare in the mirror

                                            > Your beard has been getting kinda wild, and the Labyrinthian summer is sweltering

                                            > An hour of trimming later, and you still aren't satisfied

                                            > It's short enough, but you feel like experimenting

                                            > Perhaps a goatee and side burns?

                                            > You grin to yourself, imagining Stormy's reaction

                                            > "Oh, new style of beard? It suits your handsome face."

                                            > Totally worth it


                                            > You pace in front of the door, waiting for your wife to get home

                                            > You can't stop rubbing the clean-shaven parts of your jaw

                                            > It feels kinda weird, after having a full beard for so long

                                            > The door creaks open, and you whirl to face it

                                            "Welcome home dear, how was your day?"

                                            > Stormy hangs her shield and sword on the rack by the door

                                            > "Uneventful, but that's the best kin-"

                                            > She freezes as she sees your face

                                            > Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating

                                            > You grin uneasily

                                            "Thought I'd try something different. Do you like it?"

                                            > Stormy slams the door behind her and rushes at you

                                            > You manage one panicked step back before your face is in her hands, turning your head this way and that

                                            > "We'll have to have a portrait done, maybe five?"

                                            > You feel yourself start to blush

                                            "We don't need to go that far..."

                                            > Stormy nods seriously, letting go of your face

                                            > "You're right, we need to preserve this in sculpture."

                                            > You spend the next several hours serving as her model, blushing at the constant stream of compliments she mutters as she chips away at the stone


                                            > The Autumn leaves are beautiful as the two of you walk in the public gardens

                                            > Other couples seem to agree, sitting on picnic blankets and fondly watching over their wandering calves

                                            > Stormy holds your hand, fingers interlaced, and gives it a squeeze

                                            > "What are you thinking about, my love?"

                                            > You look up at her and smile, cheeks reddening a little

                                            "I was thinking it would be nice to have a calf of our own, someday."

                                            > She blinks

                                            > Then scoops you up in her arms and starts trotting towards home

                                            "Uh, Stormy?"

                                            > She smiles fondly at your reddening face

                                            > "Yes, my treasure?"

                                            "We don't have to start trying right now."

                                            > Your wife nods

                                            > "We don't have to, but there is no way I can resist when my adorable husband tells me he wants calves. So please be patient with me, while I make sure every drop of your seed ends up inside me."

                                            > You cover your face

                                            "I can't believe you said that in public!"

                                            > Stormy shrugs

                                            > "Let them hear. I will never hide my love for you."

                                            > You bury your face into her tit, hiding your goofy grin

                                            > You mumble,

                                            "I love you too, Stormy."


                                            > The next morning, Stormy chops down a tree for yet another bedframe