"Honey, I met a Dwarf Satanist!"

  Reka shakes her head sadly. "My love, I'm quite sure none here cleaves to the mythology of your world."

  Alice, now standing more steadily, shuts the cabin door behind me. "What's a Satanist?"

  "Demon worshipper," Reka clarifies. "In Brad's homeland, most worship a single creator god, who has one adversary, a demon named Satan."

  "Oh, like the Dwarves," Alice nods in understanding.

  I unbuckle my sword belt and set it down on our cabin's single table. "Funny you should mention that. This Dwarf Satanist, Semuel was his name, mentioned something about a Demon Queen."

  The room instantly goes quiet, so quiet it brings into sharp relief the slight sensation of the deck shifting under my feet. Looking from Alice to Reka, I get the sense I've stepped on a landmine.

  Funny, you would think Reka would be interested in something like this, but her face is stony, and her jaw is locked tight. Old enemies, maybe? We never discussed her past. Seems like the war left scars everywhere. "Sorry for bringing it up," I apologize. "I didn't know it was a sore subject."

  Like the sun breaking through gray and gloomy clouds, Reka's expression changes so fast it almost gives me whiplash. "Oh, never mind that, my love." With a ruffle of skirts, she walks over and puts an arm around Alice. "Our Alice's equilibrium is much improved. It only took some dickering with, er, how do you say, the internal lightning? The one you feel through?"

  "The nervous system," I correct her.

  "Right! I fixed her body without fixing her mind, as it were."

  "I still had the spider legs in my head," Alice explains, demonstratively walking from one end of the room to the other, looking completely steady. "I would take a step, expecting one of my spider legs to be there, then when it wasn't, I'd fall."

  Ouch! "How'd you fix it, honey?"

  Reka brings a finger up to her chin and tilts her head cutely. The only thing missing is her cute glasses. "Ah, I numbed the 'phantom limbs,' so her brain forgets them."

  "You can bring them back, right?" My wife is far too comfortable making decisions for others sometimes.

  "Of course! Once we return to a land where they don't think badly of Arachnes, I can change her back, legs and brain and all."

  I exhale softly. That's a relief. "So what were you doing while I was gone?"

  "My lady read to me the most wonderful story! It was about a young woman caught between two lovers: a wolf and an undead!" Alice shows more emotion than I would've thought possible. She's positively gushing.

  Hmm, wolf and undead, wait...

  "Reka, you read Twilight to Alice!" I say accusingly. That's cultural contamination!

  She doesn't seem concerned at all. "Oh, it was no trouble. It's a simple enough story, and omitting the parts our people wouldn't understand is trivial."

  "Those horseless carriages that run on ancient dragon blood are terribly strange," Alice says seriously, "but withal a pleasing story. How I wish I could find a love like that Edward!" She hugs herself and practically swoons.

  Just now, I notice Reka is in a dress again. I guess it's more comfortable than the ranger outfit. She catches me looking, and something flashes in her eye. Without asking, she starts unlacing my doublet, and I wonder if Alice is about to be kicked out. Too cruel! Spider girls aren't used to being alone with people!

  "Alice," Reka says, her eyes never leaving mine. "Would you like to witness the act of love between a man and woman?"

  The blonde girl immediately perks up. "Truly? Oft has the castle heard my lord and lady in the throes of passion. We knights are so terribly envious!"

  My wife smirks. "I'll take that as a yes. This voyage will be passing tedious without our usual amusements." Her grin turns wicked. "So you'll just have to entertain me all the more, my love!"

  "Reka, I-"

  She pushes me down on the bed.

  "Alice, you may use my oaken chest as a 'cuck chair'. I'm told many in my husband's lands find watching others couple to be stimulating."

  "Cuck chair" coming out of Reka's mouth makes me burst into a fit of giggles. Where did she even learn something like that?

  "Umph!"

  My wife mounts me and silences my laughter with a kiss. Her lithe body is everywhere, dominating, consuming. My lips part slightly in submission to her, and her tongue darts out to claim me. I rapidly exhale through my nose at the violence of it. Long white fingers wrap around my throat, applying firm yet gentle pressure as she deepens the kiss.

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  No one has ever kissed me like her, an act of rough possession, yet with surprising tenderness. Deep within my heart, I know if I were ever in real distress, she would stop and make sure I was alright.

  I feel myself getting hard below the belt, and the fabric of our clothing rustles loudly with delicious friction. Her hips shift as if seeking an angle that would make me slip in.

  Reka's other hand digs into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat.

  "This, dear Alice, is how a vampire kisses!"

  "Wow," Alice says in clinical appreciation, like she's watching an artist make a masterpiece.

  "Reka, fuck!" I moan as her lips and tongue work on my neck with hot, wet suckles. I wrap my arms around her, trying to crush her to me, to urge her to do more. I want it! I need it!

  Just when I'm about to be overwhelmed with sensation, she pulls back. Everywhere her lips touched tingles like a live wire.

  I whimper and whine. My hips buck upwards on instinct, seeking a closer connection. Reka just smiles.

  "Do you see, Alice? Do you see how he's mine? This is what you could have, you and all your sisters."

  "Oh, I want it!" Alice says with desperate yearning. Through my peripheral vision, I notice she's leaning so far forward she might tumble off that trunk, fixed equilibrium or not.

  Reka sits up and starts unwrapping me like a present. My doublet is cast aside, and she pulls down my breeches, exposing my aching cock at last. As for her dress, it sparkles and shines like the view from our bedroom window at sunset. With a static charge sensation I feel where we're still joined, it dematerializes into nothingness, leaving no barrier to deny my entrance to her drooling pussy.

  Sensing paradise, my hips buck up again, but Reka stills me with a hand on the stomach. "Please me first, Brad. Let Alice see what ecstasy a husband can give his wife."

  Understanding immediately, I rear up and flip us over, her request unlocking a reserve of strength I didn't know I had.

  It's my turn to worship her just the way I like, trailing down soft kisses from her lips, to her neck, to her heavy breasts, so perfect for me. Reka's fingers gently tangle into my hair as she leads me down, always down. For a time, I linger on her stomach and place the sweetest kiss I can summon over the place I hope our children will grow one day.

  "I love you," I whisper softly.

  "Brad, please!" Reka begs. Reka never begs. I would never deny my wife what belongs to her.

  Her long, slender legs part wide, allowing me access to her sweet pussy. My fingers trace her labia gently, and I kiss her inner thigh, drawing another cute whimper from her throat.

  The fingers in my hair pull more insistently, and her hips buck off the bed, seeking me like a sunflower. With one last teasing look, I lower myself and place a kiss on her other lips.

  Reka makes a sound that is half moan and half scream and grinds herself into my face. She's pulling my hair hard enough to hurt now, but it hurts so good!

  I dig in, kissing and licking everywhere enthusiastically, everywhere but the clit. In fact, I avoid the clit intentionally. Savoring her taste takes priority, and what a taste!

  She's lavender and liquid fire and everything I ever wanted. Her fluids spill over me like juice from an overripe peach. My tongue teases her entrance, and I inhale sharply. It's a heady scent that goes from my nose to my brain to my heart, then reaches down and pools in my balls, making them feel fuller and firmer than usual. I can't take it anymore!

  With a single vertical lick, I trail up from her entrance and lightly graze Reka's engorged clit. Her whole body jolts like she's been shocked. The sounds she's making are no longer human.

  Is the ship rocking more than usual? Probably just my imagination.

  Gradually, I give her clit more and more attention, and Reka responds by crushing my head between her thighs.

  "How can you stand it?" Alice asks in dismay. "You look like you're in agony, mistress!"

  Reka laughs out loud. "What sweet agony it is!"

  I can't see anything. There is only feel to go by. It's about time for the finishing move.

  Folding my tongue in half, I extend my jaw and suck. That's the secret. You don't really eat pussy. You suck pussy. Gentle sucks at first, in a slow, steady rhythm. My lips are wrapped around her clit, sucking it in much the same way you'd suck a dick. Learning that a clit is basically just a little dick was a game-changer for me.

  It's not enough! I slip one finger inside her, then another. They make a come-hither gesture in time with my tongue.

  "Brad! Fuck!"

  Reka actually starts shying away from me, the pleasure so intense it drives her up the bed. I don't allow it. I bear down and increase my pace. At this point, my tongue is basically a pussy her clit is fucking, and my fingers follow along inside.

  Faster! I increase the tempo. She squeezes down on my fingers. It won't be long. It won't be-

  Holy shit! Did the ship just hit a wave? The bed rises and hits the deck with a great crash.

  I can't hear anything over the sound of the waves. There's a storm raging outside. Then I realize it's not a storm. Reka is the storm. It's her screams I hear.

  This time, she pushes me away, really pushes, so I can't resist. Reka rolls over and curls into the fetal position, her body trembling. The orgasm ripples through her, seemingly endless. When she's like this, I don't dare touch her. Even a single comforting hand would be overstimulating. There's nothing to do but watch and wait for it to pass.

  After a minute, after an age, she regains her voice. "I require your seed, Brad," she says clinically.

  "Reka?" I ask uneasily.

  "Get on top of me already!" she growls.

  Like always, I obey.

  Even tired and sweaty like she is, Reka has enough energy to lie back and spread her legs for me. "Honey, I'm so turned on I won't last," I warn her.

  "Good! No pacing yourself!"

  Needless to say, she's so wet I slide in with one smooth stroke.

  "Kiss me," my wife commands.

  When she tastes herself on my lips, her pussy squeezes me, her body urging me to fuck her harder, deeper. There's no finess. I'm just pounding, chasing my peak selfishly.

  Still, Reka is so sensitized that it feels like her pussy is working itself up for another pop. Our natural rhythm merges. There is no Brad and Reka, just us.

  That storm outside is raging again. I ignore it and kiss her. No time to think about the outside. Reka. Just Reka.

  My balls are tight. I don't know if my dick is bigger than usual or her pussy is pulling me deeper.

  With three jackhammer thrusts that sound like wet gunshots, I blow a huge load in Reka. Plap! Plap! Plap! With that last one, I drive deep and hold, emptying myself inside her.

  Now it's my turn to shake like a leaf. Uncontrolled spasms rip through both of us. There's the roar of the ocean in my ears again. It's so violent I fear I'll shake to pieces, but Reka's legs wrap around my waist, holding me fast. She's the only anchor that can keep me from floating away.

  "How?" Alice reminds us both that she's still there.

  "Not so loud, dear," Reka says, running a loving hand over my back after I collapse into her chest.

  My eyes are heavy. I need...I need...

  "See? No eating necessary. Cuddling afterwards is far more pleasant, and you can keep your mate around to be father to your young. The Arachlings will be happier for it."

  I'm in Reka's arms, but her voice sounds so far away.