Starting Over

Warning – Ascenta meets up with Stormhoof again, and she’s a naughty, kinky elf. If it offends you, please skip this final chapter…

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Happy Endings

The Leaders of the Alliance met in back of King Bronzebeard’s throne room with Devon, Nissa, Breanna, Sophie and Reginald. Sophie, with the help of Reginald and Devon, told how they had found the bodies of her sons, and from the evidence in Fury’s old home realized she was an enchanter, and proved it was she that was making the Soulbinders. Nervously, as Sophie still was not used to sitting at the same table as her king and the leader of the humans and elves, she described her time in the spirit world and why Fury was gone for good. And they told how they fooled the mage Deathrage into thinking the Soulbinders had been useless anyway.

“That is good,” Tyrande nodded with approval. “If my librarian is correct, Fury’s death by the Spirit’s knife made from her victims rendered the unused Soulbinders useless, except as a normal dagger.”

King Wrynn shuffled some papers in front of him with an amused expression on his face. “My people looked into this Deathrage – born Petralia Scrollsong. He’s a mage of no great power, basically is known for doing lots of odd and shady jobs. Has a talent for manipulating people – Fury would have been right up his ally.” He tapped the stack of documents on the table to even them up. “Deathrage lost a lot of credence with the Horde with our priest’s ‘bad’ daggers – his high level job sources won’t give him the time of day now.”

“What of the enchanter who did the runing – the undead guy?” Bronzebeard asked. “What will stop him from continuing and just looking for a new enchanter for the last bit if they want to try again?”

Devon smiled grimly. “My wife, Ascenta, has killed the enchanter just this morning. Luckily a member of the guild who had temporarily died was witness to the man’s meeting with the Spirit. She was not pleased with him, and denied him resurrection. Ascenta is investigating as we speak to make sure none of the other people in his shop have the skill or ability to continue his work.”

“Would the death of their enchanter make the Horde suspicious that they were, in fact, making the Soulbinders correctly?” King Wrynn asked, raising an eyebrow.

The guild master shook his head. “No, your majesty,” he answered seriously. “Ascenta assured me it will look like an accident and not bring any suspicion. The Forsaken lived out in the country, where packs of plaguehounds roamed. She made it look like a simple mauling on his way to his house.”

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. It could have been a seriously bad situation, with the Horde having the ability to kill the Alliance fighters permanently while they maintained the power of resurrection. It would have taken years before there were enough Soulbinders made to make a serious impact, but with success there was no doubt the Horde would have found more enchanters to make the blades.

“Sophie Flintmaker, Reginald Longstrider,” King Bronzebeard smiled warmly at the pair sitting together at the end of the conference table. “The Alliance owes you quite the debt of gratitude. The two of you discovered the existence of the Soulbinders, and through hard work, personal sacrifice, and quick thinking, stopped any further creation of them. Is there anything Ironforge may give you for a reward?”

The dwarf and man gaped at each other in shock. Reward had never crossed their mind. Only a desperate drive to stop whoever was making the knives was their motivation. It was their search for Sophie’s sons accidently led them to Fury being the enchanter.

Reginald grinned and took Sophie’s hand. “Yes, your Highness,” he grinned. “Would you spare us five minutes after the meeting to marry us? It’s time I made an honest woman out of Sophie.”


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The Tauren leatherworker Stormhoof sat in his tent on the outskirts of the small villiage in Mulgore. A pair of leather breeches rested on his strong haunches as he worked a spell for increased armor into them with the tooled decoration he was applying. Occasionally he would gaze into space, thinking back to the crying pirate he had fucked back in Undercity. Who was she? Would she ever visit him? Skeech was so hard on her – he had probably scared her off.

He mused and marveled silently while working. Memories of her bladder overfilling and running down her slender thighs would come to him when he masturbated, the sights and smells of his own piss hitting her crotch, the tightness of her pussy. And the look on her face – the hurt and pain when Skeech fucked her ass, and the trust and hope when she turned her face to him. Why did she look to him for comfort during her pain? His cock started to harden at the memory yet again.

The flap to his teepee opened, and Stormhoof squinted at the bright light suddenly pouring in the doorway. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the pirate of his dreams and fantasies. His eyes adjusted and he stared at her face – her eyes full of hope, nervousness, and undisguised lust. The Tauren set his leatherworking to the side. “I’d stand up to invite you in, my mystery pirate,” he welcomed in his deep voice, “but reminiscing of you has rendered me in a state that standing would be less than modest.”

“Would you join me by the stream?” Ascenta asked in a low, hopeful voice. “I seriously need to piss…”

With a bullish snort, his nostrils widened. Rising to his feet, Ascenta noticed he was wearing only a leather loincloth in the hot tent, and it was not containing his amazing cock that had crept out the side and was waving and bobbing rigid in the air. Towering over the human pirate, he reached out and cupped her breasts with his huge meaty hands, rubbing giant thumbs over her hard nipples.

“Stormhoof, if you don’t stop that I will lose it right here,” she trembled with passion and the effort it took not to pee her pants immediately. Her nerves were on fire – her nipples so over-sensitized, it sent shooting sensations from her tits straight down to her cunt.

“It is good you are here,” he murmured. “It is good my tent is not in view of the others.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the short hill to the stream below. Setting her down on the bank, he knelt in front of her, eye level to her pussy, and ran his impossibly huge and thick tongue over her pants – up the inside of her thighs and over her very excited crotch. “Go ahead, sweet pirate,” he crooned soothingly to her.

Trembling and holding onto his horns for support, Ascenta let her bladder go. Hot wet piss flooded her pants, running down both thighs as the bull held her quivering legs and kept his long tongue pressed against her cunt. They groaned in unison as she came and came again with the relief from the pressure, and Stormhoof knew his cock had never been harder.

At long last her bladder emptied, but the bull wasn’t finished, as he slurped and licked all over her cotton and piss covered legs, nuzzling and blowing hot breath over her, taking in the scent. Gently he unbuttoned her trousers and undressed her, continuing to lick and lap her long legs, and then he reached up to undo her halter top, allowing her huge tits to see the light of day. Ascenta lay down in the soft Mulgore grass and moaned as his tongue again latched onto her crotch – but this time without the hindrance of clothing.

Tauren tongues were not like any other, Ascenta realized with delight. Almost a foot and a half long, thick and muscular, he snaked it over her clit, in her pussy, poking into her tight ass and swiped it over and around every nook and cranny of her cunt and anus. Her moans grew louder and louder – she was beyond control. “Now!” she cried out loud, and grabbed his horns instinctively, grinding her hips down hard on his willing snout and tongue.

His hands were so huge he gently lifted the limp pirate easily and held her close as she came down from her aftershocks of orgasm. Nestled in his lap facing him, her weak legs wrapped around his waist, she basked in his arms. Stroking her hair and naked back, he ran his mouth over her breasts and caressed her tenderly. “Oh you handsome bull,” she stated sincerely. “I have dreamed of this for so long now.”

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner, pretty one?” Stormhoof asked as he continued to keep her cradled against his furry chest, his gigantic cock rubbing against her side, dripping pre-cum down her ribs.

Ascenta looked at him mournfully but didn’t answer. Instead she twisted slightly so she could see his massive prick. With two hands she rolled back his furry foreskin and used it to stroke him up and down, delighting over the newness of it all. Shiny, red and alien, it was so forbidden, so arousing, she could feel her juices running down her legs despite the tongue bath she had just received.

His cock was so huge it took both hands to wrap around it. She marveled over its size, girth and looks and wondered how it ever fit in her. Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she engulfed the head in her eager mouth, licking and slurping and sucking the best she could while continuing her two handing stroking.

She was still sitting in his lap – his cock so long she didn’t have to bend over much. Her crotch was against his, and she found herself grinding against the bulge in his loincloth that had to be his balls – and they had to be gigantic too. Stormhoof leaned back on his elbows, eyes shut in bliss. She slurped and licked and kissed his penis, wishing the moment would last forever. Time had no meaning, but that did not mean time wouldn’t end.

The bulls’ cock was dripping a steady rain of pre-cum – sticky and clear. The whites were showing around his eyes, and with both arousal and fear Ascenta thought he might lose control. She tried to aim his cock at her pussy, but couldn’t bend it enough – it was simply too thick. So she contented herself with sucking him off, stoking his cock faster and faster as he bucked his hips in lust, shoving his balls against her fevered clit.

His member grew even longer and thicker and Ascenta knew the end was close. She was so intent on bringing him pleasure, she didn’t realize her deviate fish had worn off – to Stormhoofs surprise the pirate slowly morphed into a beautiful Night Elf woman. Long silky green hair the color of the Mulgore grasses, with light purple skin and exotic tattoos on her face- the sight was too much for the aroused bull. With a roar, the Tauren thrust one last time and poured his load into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but there was simply too much – it poured out her mouth, down her chin and neck and she marveled over the sweet taste it had. Stormhoof pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. “It’s my turn, little pirate,” he whispered, and she smiled, knowing what was coming.

With a grunt he let loose with his own stream of urine – pounding her face at first, then directing the flow to soak her hair, her long pointed ears, and down her neck and breasts. Taurens were a huge folk, and their bladders proportional in size – he seems to be unloading gallons of hot piss on the delighted elf. Ascenta grabbed his cock to aim it at her open and eager mouth, and Stormhoof was pleased to see her take huge mouthfuls of his piss, and dribble it back out with childish delight. And as his flow eventually slowed down, his cock grew big and hard yet again.

“Please lay back” Ascenta asked, and pushed his shoulders back. Stormhoof complied, wondering when the beautiful elf would realize she wasn’t a pirate anymore, and if she would try and run. But the elf was intent on untying his loincloth, which she finally succeeded in, and caressing his fur covered balls. She quickly got him rock hard and ready, and he could tell by the dripping down her thighs she was as turned on as he was.

Ascenta knelt over the Tauren, positioning her dripping snatch over his cock. She smiled softy at him, planted her hands on his broad furry chest and slowly lowered her snatch over his prick, eyes shut in concentration. “Careful, little pirate,” he told her gently, holding her hips with his huge hands to help her control the penetration. “Take it slowly, take your time – I do not want to hurt you.”

The druid smiled down on the Tauren. He was so gentle, so kind and thoughtful. And yet she knew he had the potential to be so dangerous. Slowly, so slowly she sat on his marvelous prick and slowly, slowly bobbed her hips up and down to work the first six inches in. Stormhoof cupped the cheeks of her ass so she could put most of her weight on them like a chair, and moved his thumbs around so he could rub her clit while she controlled the speed and depth of their coupling. He gasped with the sensations – he had forgotten how tight her snatch was.

Ascenta moaned with the fullness. Her womb blossomed in arousal and she felt a little give, and pushed down further. Another four inches – oh her pussy was so full! She slid up and down the ten inches she had manages a few times, and gasped with pleasure as Stormhoof continued to service her button. Lower and lower – he held her safe and kept her from slamming down too fast or too deeply, and each stroke she managed to get him in deeper and deeper. How it fit, she had no idea.

At last, stroke after stroke after pussy tearing stroke she got him totally encased in her grasping snatch. She spread her thighs wide and planted her heels on the ground next to the Taurens’ barrel chest. Ascenta picked up the pace and started to fuck him faster and harder, though not slamming fast yet. Stormhoof grunted with pleasure, his liquid brown eyes watching the elf’s lovely face flushed with aroused above his.

Slam, slam, slam – her pussy hit hard and wet on his loins as she landed again and again. With a wicked grin she thrust her hips forward and again let loose with more of her golden stream, soaking the Taurens chest. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed her hips. Beyond all thinking, forgetting gentleness, he slid her up and down his shaft while she drenched him with her spray. Again she screamed her orgasm to the heavens and the bull joined her in the land of bliss.

The druid collapsed on the bull’s chest, his huge dick still inside her snatch, twitching and slowly shrinking. They were covered in his spunk and both their urine, warm, wet and slippery, and that was fine. It was more than fine. Ascenta ran a sleepy purple hand over his broad chest, when she finally noticed the deviate fish had worn off – she was an elf again.

She jerked back with a start, the Tauren’s cock falling out of her pussy with a resounding ‘plop’. Fear was in her eyes as she tried to scoot back, but the bull had his legs in the air pressed against her back so she couldn’t escape. “Calm down, little pirate,” he smiled gently. “You reverted several climaxes ago – I will not harm you.”

Ascenta blushed deeply, looking down at the ground, but remained silent. “I can see why you were using deviate fish. I would never expect to run into a Night Elf deep in Undercity. I won’t ask why you were there – I am glad you were.”

She turned her glowing eyes to him and reached out a tentative hand to carress his fur covered jaw line. “I have never, in my 2,384 years, felt things like I did with you. I had to come back. Please don’t ask why I was there.”

“I won’t,” Stormhoof answered simply. He sat up and stepped into the warm stream. “Join me in a wash, little pirate. You will always be my little pirate – you have plundered my heart.”


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Reginald stepped through the door with a happy, contented smile. He looked around the entry way of their home. Their home – together. It had been almost a year since Fury’s death, and life could not have been better for the paladin.

“Welcome home, my Lord,” his servant Albert came to his side and helped him remove his bulky plate armor. Reginald had felt uncomfortable at first leaving his gear in the hands of another, but he knew the young man would treat it like his own.

Their maid Sally brought him a hot mug of tea, which he took gratefully as he made his way upstairs. “Lady Sophie is napping on the porch, my Lord,” she informed him as she made her way back to the kitchen. “Sam and Janet are with Deborah, shopping in Ironforge and Stormwind and should return late tonight.”

Lord and Lady Longstrider. What a year it had been. King Bronzebeard did marry them later that summer – with Devon, Ascenta, Nissa and Breanna as witnesses. They were both insistent that it be a simple exchange of vows, not wanting to raise a fuss. Later the rulers of the Alliance bound together and richly rewarded the six heroes. With their new found financial landfall Sophie and Reg purchased this lovely manor house on the border of Hinterlands and Southshore. Hiring the staff to maintain it was easy with investments made with the residual.

Reginald had been gone a couple weeks. He made his way upstairs, draining his mug of tea, and poured a bath. Breanna, the priest that had helped to save his life that fateful night, hadn’t changed much – she still worked hard in Ironforge as a priest and priest trainer. Nissa, on the other hand, immediately quit her job as a first aid trainer and opened an orphanage. Helping to set it up, Sophie and he ended up adopting Sam and Janet, an older human boy and dwarven girl. Despite all her previous fears of starting over, Sophie was a model mother and hunter. Being able to afford their nanny Deborah didn’t hurt her need for independence, either.

Soaking in the tub, scrubbing off the battle grime, Reginald listened for Sophie’s footsteps. He’d wake her up from her nap very soon if she didn’t come up and join him. Their new titles – Lord and Lady – had been a bit of a shock he reminisced. The king had apologized profusely for not being able to award them publicly, as their mission had to remain secret. But the sneaky monarch managed to slip Sophie’s ladyhood status on her in a rather roundabout way, by making her sister gentry, and the sisters relatives by association. Reg still grinned every time he recalled his wife in the etiquette lessons for new Lords and Ladies. The poor instructor was most likely still blushing from his lady’s language and total lack of cooperation.

Reginald dressed in casual linen and headed downstairs. He stopped in the kitchen to make a quick pot of coffee. Loading a tray with treats, he happily walked out to the porch, pausing only long enough to ask Sally to make sure they weren’t disturbed. Standing in the doorway, he could not help but smile. There his wife lay napping on a long wooden bench with thick cushions. The porch was open, but the walls covered with a new material the gnomes called ‘screening’ that allowed free flow of air, but kept out bugs and all but the worst of weather. Which was good, because a thunderstorm was brewing in the distance.

Setting the tray down on a small table, he leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek, who opened sleepy eyes and smiled. “When did you get in?” Sophie asked as she stood on the bench so she could kiss him passionately.

“Not long – I needed a bath,” Reginald gave her a strong hug. “Murlocs tend to splatter a bit – I couldn’t say hi until I washed.”

His wife was wearing a simple dress, low cut and form fitting and in a shade of blue that she knew Reginald liked on her. He traced his finger slowly around the neckline, and they shared a secret smile as they felt his cock hardening and drilling into her crotch through their clothes. “I missed ye,” she warbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.

Thunder boomed in the far distance, and a chilly wind picked up. Sophie snuffed deeply and mused “it will be a grand storm.” Her husband nodded in agreement and sat down on the comfortable bench next to his wife. Picking up a generously sized blanket, he wrapped it around his shoulders and grabbed his wife in mock ferocity to shove her on his lap. Encasing the two of them in the warm wrap, he held her closely, kissing and kissing again.

Sophie ground her hips frantically against his now rock-hard prick. “Slowly, love,” Reg admonished her with a loving grin. “And I brought you a present.”

She had learned ages ago when Reg interrupted sex for presents, it was always worth it. With a grin she rotated her hips and tweaked his nipples playfully. “Well, fess up!” she chortled. “Ye best hurry before I drench us both – I be wanting ye badly.”

He pulled a small box from his pocket and dangled it enticingly in front of her. “First things first, princess,” he smirked, holding her present out of her reach. “How are the kids?”

His wife gave him a despairing look, and ground her hips for good measure. But she dutifully took a breath and laughed. “I caught Janet playing with some tools from the shed – she has a real knack in jewelcrafting! I’ll be taking her to Exodar next week to talk with the jewelers there – see if she feels like an apprenticeship in a couple years.”

Reg grinned, easily catching the dwarven pride in natural craftsmanship. “And my little rogue? How’s Sam?”

“Ack!” Sophie laughed, shaking her head. “Rogue is right!” She sat back a tiny bit, momentarily distracted. “He pulled such a prank on Sally! I had to blister his backside – hid a potion in the coffee grounds to turn her into a cockroach!”

The paladin roared with laughter and pride. “And you rewarded his creativity how?” he asked, knowing how his wife’s mind worked.

Sophie blushed guiltily. “After his paddling I guess I might o’ left out a couple recipes for deviate fish and the like…”

“We’ve got either an alchemist or an engineer in that one,” Reg nodded with approval. “So what’s new in the guild?”

“Ack, Reg!” she sputtered. “If ye wanted a celebate life, ye should have been a monk and not a pally!” But with a wink she giggled. “I do have a bit o’ juicy gossup for ye though. Ye know how Ascenta has been doing all that training in Moonglade?”

Reg nodded, recalling how it did seem a little strange – Ascenta was the highest ranked druid in the city. Moonglade was the villiage of druids – Tauren and Night Elf lived together in harmony within it’s borders, despite the two races being of opposing factions.

“Weeellll,” Sophie drawled, dragging it out. “One o’ our new droods had just learned cat form, and was practicing her stealthing in the safety of the villiage, and came across our assistant guild master in a bit o’ compromising position with a Tauren!”

“What?” Reg yipped. “No way – Ascenta? She’s so, so, straight laced!!!”

Sophie shook her head with amusement. “Evidently not, love. She’s been caught several times by droods… she’s not terribly discreet. I dunno if Devon knows.” She gave a very girly giggle. “Ya know how we always said she acted like she had something shoved up her ass? Seems she’s quite fond of that.”

He shook his head – it was a shame, but the couple did not seem terribly affectionate. He hoped Devon would not be devastated if he found out. But switching gears, he gave the box to Sophie, who opened it and removed the contents, puzzled. “Are they earrings, love?”

“No,” Reg smirked, thrusting his hips a bit harder. Taking his wife’s robe by the neckline, he pulled it down over her shoulders and chest, exposing her ample bosom. Bending slightly, he sucked and nipped her nipples until they became hardened pebbles and the dwarf crooned with bliss. Grasping one of the ‘earrings’ gently, he opened in and clamped it on one of her nipples, and listened with pleasure to her gasp. “I found a kinky little shop in Booty Bay,” he grinned. “And naturally I thought of you.”

Sophie shut her eyes in bliss, feeling the intensity of the clamp on her breast – the nerves were on fire, over sensitized, burning. Firmly, gently her husband held her and clamped the other side. Moaning, she had no doubt she would be able to orgasm with just having her nipples touched in short order.

Reg took her arms and held them behind her back by her wrists and kissed her firmly. One wouldn’t guess in a thousand years his wife could be so submissive – she herself would never, ever admit it. But she was a fiery woman who would only fall for a man that could dominate her, and he fell into the roll very nicely.

A loud crack of thunder hit very close and the two of them jumped, startled for a moment, then laughed and resumed. The wind picked up slightly and the rain started, filling the porch with clean smelling air and the wonderful pattering sound that all but drowned out her moans of ecstasy.

Reaching into his pocket again, out came a length of velvet rope. Reaching around Sophie, he tied her wrists together so he could use his hands else where. Her moans grew deeper, which he ignored as he leaned back to study her breasts. Her nipples were now crimson red, swollen around the tiny clamps. He licked a finger and barely touched one, and was thrilled to hear her gasp and arch her back with her first orgasm of the evening. This was going to be great.

Leaning back on the bench, Reg took the blanket off his own shoulders and draped it around Sophie’s , letting it cover him as it could. Hiking her dress up and pooling it around her waist, he grabbed her panties and ripped them off with a satisfied smile. “Ye are murder on undies, love,” the dwarf swooned, waiting for his next move.

“Mmmmmm,” he murmured, reaching up and oh-so lightly flicking her nipples with the lightest of touches. And again. Every time he touched her, she jumped, arched, and trembled with passion. Quickly Sophie was reduced to begging, squirming and withering around, out of her mind with frustration.

“Untie me, Reg,” she crooned. “I need ta touch ye!”

“No,” he answered simply, with authority, which set her shivering even harder with lust. With one hand he supported her back, with the other he started rubbing her pussy with his knuckles. His wife was sopping wet with lust, bucking against his hand as hard as she could, moaning out of control.

Reaching into his pocket, he discreetly withdrew another gift from the store in Booty Bay – a butt plug. Sophie was so busy squirming and trying to get out of her restraints she didn’t notice. He rubbed the plug against her wet, wet pussy and clit in the same motion he did his hand earlier so his wife had no clue what he was lubing up with her juices.

‘Reg, please my love! I need ye so badly!” Sophie sobbed. Her impossibly wet snatch was soaking his thighs. His cock was so hard it was standing up out of the way and avoiding the flooding of her love juices. The rain outside was pounding harder, the wind blowing and the lighting flashing around their home, making their approaching climaxes all the better.

He could tell her next orgasm was soon, so he backed off of her clit, leaving her all the more frantic and frustrated. Now that the plug was dripping, he pressed it against her asshole, and smiled as her eyes widened in surprise. Slowly he pushed, and rubbed her back soothingly to encourage her to relax. “Don’t tense up, love,” he whispered to her.

With a bit of a push it was in. His wife’s expressions changed and varied in front of him, but as he started rubbing her clit again, she relaxed and got into it, getting used to the intrusion in her virgin anus. “See – that’s not so bad,” Reg encouraged. Lifting his hips slightly off the bench, he slid his trousers off, letting them drop around his ankles. Sophie tried to see his cock, but because of the blanket wrapped around them, was unable, much to her frustration. He tenderly picked her up by the hips and lowered her dripping cunt over his member and gently lowered her down, encasing his hard-on in her lovely snatch. They both hissed with relief at feeling what they had missed so dearly the past two weeks, and sat there unmoving for a bit, just enjoying what they had.

The thunder boomed around them, Sophie leaned forward and started to fuck Reg as hard as she could, though having her hands tied behind her made it difficult. With a smile, Reg loosened the velvet rope, freeing her arms, and let her go to town.

Her snatch had always been a marvel to him – tight, wet, and hungry – almost with a mind of its own. But it was even better when her ass was filled with the plug – he could feel it through the wall of skin between her pussy and ass, and it rubbed him as she milked him up and down, up and down. “Oh Reg!” she growled, placing her hands on his shoulders, blanket dropping to the floor. The dwarf rode him, and rode him hard, until the both came together, their shouts lost in the thunder and rain crashing around them.

Sophie collapsed on her husband’s broad chest, nuzzling his neck with her fluttery kisses and playing with his chest hairs. Kissing her cheek, then lips, he reached down and fetched the blanket, wrapping it around them both. Standing up, still sheathed in her sweet snatch, he crept up the stairs discreetly, and carried his wife to the bedroom. There was still a box full of goodies from Booty Bay to unpack.


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The next morning dawned bright and clear. The sun poured through their bedroom window, waking the happy couple. They might not be a typical couple, but one would be hard pressed to find two people more willing to enjoy each other’s company and work toward each other’s best interests. Sophie rose quietly, as to not waken her husband, and laughed at the assortment of ‘goodies’ littering the floor and bed – ticklers, paddles, plugs, dildos… her husband was a generous man. She threw on a nightdress, picked up the toys to hide in a drawer, and quietly went downstairs to fetch coffee and returned to bed.

“Hey sleepyhead,” she whispered upon return, running her hand down his arm, chest, and torso. “Wake up now and we can have some more fun before the kids come in ta say hi.”

Steel gray eyes opened and took in the face he loved waking up next to. His cock hardened in response, and his nostrils twitched at the smell of coffee greeting him. Pulling her on top, he opted to forget coffee for now.

Yes, someday he would grow old. He sincerely hoped that like most paladins, he would die an honorable death in battle, and not become a burden on a wife who would take another hundred plus years to grow old. He hoped his son and daughter would grow up to be noble, honest, productive adults and give them lots of grandchildren. And he somehow hoped to spare his wife the heartache she already experienced in her youth. But mostly he simply wanted to savor each moment with his family.

Lord Reginald Longstrider couldn’t see in the future, but the gods were smiling on the paladin of pure heart, and he would find his good efforts rewarded. Yes, life was good.