“Oh, to be young and in love~…” my wife sighed contentedly as I shut the front door behind me. “I’ll bet he’s already sticking his **** into her ***** right now, I just know it!” she continued with a dreamy eyed smile as we walked. I shook my head, used to the antics of my wife. As a Luvloon, as typical of the members of her race, she is absolutely fascinated with love.
…Even if it happens to the romance of her own son. Not many parents would want to imagine their son having sex with the woman he loves, but for my wife Angelica, such behavior is perfectly normal. I can’t blame her for being so concerned; however. It has been three years since he was supposed to go through with his First Bond; any normal parent would be worried for their child who refused to Bond with at his coming of age ceremony.
But it seems that Angelica has managed to come through in the end-even though I don’t know how she did-so all is well. Still, I wish she wouldn’t be so blunt about it.
I shook my head yet again, after hearing yet another anecdote of her daydreaming. “Well then, dear, what shall we do to pass the time while our son travels the road to manhood?” I asked of her in a suggestive manner.
That snapped her out of her reverie. Over the years of our fruitful marriage, I’ve come to learn there is only one way to bring her out of her romantic daydreams; the chance of some romance of her own. She fluttered in front of me with her translucent wings and eyed me coyly.
“I’m sure we can think of something to do…” she said breathily, with her smile that suggested many pleasant things. She grabbed hold of my hand, leading me off the beaten path and into the dense growth on the side of the road.
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“T-that…was wonderful~…” Angelica breathed out lightly as she laid her head against my chest. She was absentmindedly tracing a circle with her index finger against my skin as she closed her eyes.
I smiled at her wearily. We had done the deed three times now, and I could barely move a muscle. My arm lay wrapped around her, stroking her hair lightly. It felt like soft silk against my fingertips. As I gazed at my wife’s small frame, I could feel the tender warmth of our love pulsing in my chest.
“nnn…” she muttered as she stirred against my arm. “Dear, will you tell me a story…?” she asked quietly, sounding quite worn out, yet content.
At some point in our long and blissful marriage, Angelica began to grow fond of stories of romance. I had began to make up stories of fanciful romance in order to distract her from her voyeuristic ways, and she took to them as a fish to water. Even now-years later- without fail; she would ask for a story after we made love to each other.
“Hmm…how about the story of the Prince and the Himeneko?” I suggested, wracking my brain for her favorite stories.
“boo-boo~” she denied rather cutely without opening her eyes.
“The Mothstress and the Shopkeep?” I put forward.
“Re-jec-ted.’ Came her response, sounding bored.
I closed my eyes then, thinking. What story haven’t I told her for a while? What kind of story does she want to hear? I ground my teeth, thinking deeply.
That’s when it came to me. Whether it was nostalgia, or the afterglow of our love, I wasn’t sure…but I came to know of a story I knew she would love to hear again and again.
“Then, shall I tell you the tale of ‘The Lovely Fairy?’” I asked, feeling triumphant.
That seemed to perk her interest. She looked at me curiously with one of her blue eyes. “What is it about?” she asked, her childish curiosity slipping into her voice. “You’ve never told me that story before.”
I grinned back at her. “If I told you, it would ruin the surprise.” I said, ignoring her cries of complaint that immediately followed. She’s just too cute…
“muuu….” She mumbled with a pout. “…Okay,” she relented, adding “but, if I don’t like it, you have to tell me another story too, okay?”
I smiled, no doubt in my mind that she would like it. “It’s a promise.” At that, she smiled back, settling closer to my body even closer than before. Her eagerness for a good story began to creep onto her face.
“Our story begins…”
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“Come on, hurry!” called the feminine voice with a giggle. I could almost hear the sound of her wings beating against the air as she hovered, waiting for me to catch up.
I quickly jumped over the exposed roots of a nearby tree. As soon as I hit the ground, I continued after her at a run. At the rate she was weaving through the trees, I was afraid I would lose her. Still, I pressed on, determined not to lose her. Though the dense grove of trees, I could see a bright light…
“You’re…so pretty…” I whispered.
The light of the sun gleamed on the reflective surface of the lake, bathing her small outline in a radiant light. Her golden hair bobbed to and fro as she hovered in place, her wings taking on a beautiful glistening. The cute pink dress she wore wavered in the breeze caused by the flapping of her wings. A heavenly sight, befitting her angelic heritage.
“…?” She tilted her head to the side. “Did you say something?” she asked. I panicked, not realizing I had voiced my thoughts out loud. How would she have reacted if she had heard me properly?
“A-ah, yeah…” I stuttered, rubbing the back of my head, embarrassed. “I-I said that your place was so pretty!” I said, referring to the lake and the many, many pink flowers that grew along its banks. It was very pretty…but in the light, she had seemed even prettier…
She smiled at me and landed gently in front of me. “Thank you!” she said cheerily, and gestured towards the lake and flowers. “This my secret spot, and I’ve never brought anyone here before…” she blushed as she said this, and I could feel my own cheeks burn up a little. She then took a step forward, grabbing hold of my right hand with both of her own. “That’s why, I’m glad that you like it!” she grinned happily, and I felt myself smiling as well.
She led me along to the edge of the lake; half skipping, half walking. I wasn’t sure why, but she hadn’t let go of my hand. It felt strange, holding my friend’s hand like this…yet, I didn’t want to let go of her hand. It was a fuzzy, warm feeling.
She sat down at the edge of the lake, and I took my place next to her, still holding her hand. The sweet scent of the flowers drifted to my nose, tickling my nostrils. Although we had come all this way, deep into the forest, she seemed to just want to stare out over the lake. For a long time, we sat side by side in gentle silence. Even so, I every time I glanced at the smile on her face, I felt happy to be there with her.
After an hour or two passed, the sun began to set, meaning that we had to head home before I parents began to worry. “You’re still children, so make sure to come home before night falls,” my mother had said to me as she saw us off earlier today. “And keep her safe!” she had added, causing me to blush at the time, although I didn’t know why.
“The sun’s starting to go down,” I said at last, finally breaking the silence between us. “We should go home now.” I said, rising to my feet. My hand was still in her. “Hey…” she said slowly and quietly. She was still sitting on the ground, not moving at all. “Will you…” she started to say, and then trailed off. Her face was a light shade of red.
“Will I what?” I asked, curious.
She looked at me then, her bright blue eyes gazing upward. “Will you come here with me again!?” she stammered out, now blushing furiously.
“A-ah, yeah…o-of course!” I stuttered back. For a moment she had looked really cute, although I didn’t want to admit it. I averted my eyes, looking out to the lake.
She stood then, and took a step closer to me. “…do you promise?” she asked, quietly this time. “Do you really promise?”
I gulped audibly. “Y-yes, I promise.” I managed to answer.
Without a word, she quickly wrapped her tiny arms around my waist and squeezed tightly.
”!?!” I was speechless. Although we had been friends for a long time now, it was the first time she had ever hugged me before. Just as quickly, before I could ask her about it, she let go and flew off into the woods at breakneck speed.
“H-hey!” I cried out. “Wait for me!!” I said, breaking into a run after her. I stopped at the nearest tree and took a quick look at the lake and flowers behind me, before setting off after her once more.
The next day, I asked her if she wanted to go there again together, but she declined saying “Next time!” with a cheerful smile. I didn’t press her, and we played together like always. Over the next several days, I asked her again and again. She would always respond in the same way with that smile of hers. Eventually I stopped asking, and we continued to play together from sun-up to sun-down each day.
That was 7 years ago today. Even now, on the day that I’ve become a man in the eyes of society, I've never forgotten our promise to return together.
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“Happy birthday!” my mother and father chorused. I grinned as I looked around the room. My extended family and my childhood friend lined the room, ready to help me celebrate my coming of age.
“Now that you’re a man, you ought to think about getting married!” my dad boisterously teased as my mother calmly nodded in agreement.
I blushed, embarrassed. I sneaked a peek at my childhood friend out of the corner of my eye, hoping that she wouldn’t take my dad seriously. To my surprise, she seemed to be blushing as well.
My father laughed, and patted me firmly on the back. “You’re a man now, son! Don’t get embarrassed over something like this!”
My mother chuckled lightly. “Come now, don’t tease your son like that.” She placed her hand lightly on his arm. “This is an important time in his life now.” My mother glanced away quickly before turning her eyes back to my father. I tried to follow her gaze, but her eyes moved too quickly for me to keep up.
“Well then, shall we celebrate?” My mother declared, sweeping her free arm into the air.
The room echoed with the loud approval of everyone present, including myself. Drinks were passed around, and the general din in the room rose gradually.
“Happy Birthday!” I heard her familiar voice come from behind me. I turned around and was greeted by her beautiful blue eyes and her cheerful smile. I felt myself grin in response.
“I’m glad you could come.” I said calmly, although on the inside I felt really nervous. The words of my father kept floating to the forefront of my mind. Marriage…huh?
She shook her head to each side, smiling. “I was happy to come.” She responded lightly. Her cheeks were lightly flushed. “Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, reaching into a bag hanging from her shoulder. She rummaged around for a few moments before pulling out a small pink bouquet. “Your birthday present.” She explained, blushing.
I took the flowers from her with a polite thank you. The bouquet of flowers felt…nostalgic. I raised them my face, inhaling gently. It was a sweet, familiar smell. “They smell wonderful.” I said aloud. She was visibly pleased to hear this; I could see her wings twitch contentedly. Over the years, I learned many things about her; the sound of her laughter, the way she’d smile when she’s happy. The way she would fidget about when nervous, or how her wings would move on their own when she felt pleased.
Each day we spent together, each precious moment I spent alongside her…when was it? I wondered to myself each day. When was it, that I fell in love with her?
More importantly, how would I ever tell her?
I smiled. “Thank you, really.” I said, leaving it at that.
***
The sun had started to settle on the horizon before the celebrations came to a noisy end. One by one everyone went off to do their own thing; the children running off to play outside, the adults breaking out the alcoholic drinks. I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.
She had left early, “I have something to take care of at home, so I’ll see you later, okay?” she said with a smile, before leaving the party.
I let out a sigh, staring off into the sky. The sun painted the sky various shades of orange and red, blurring into a beautiful canvas. I shook my head, and took an absentminded step forward.
“Oh, going somewhere?” called my mother, as she shut the front door quietly behind her. She stepped forward quietly, the sleeves of her dress flowing gently in the wind as I turned to face her. She held in her hand the bouquet of the sweet smelling flowers I had left on the table. Without a word, she held them out to me. When I reached for them, she smiled gently.
“Pink is her favorite color, isn’t it?” she said conversationally, as if it were no importance at all. When it came to my mother; however, she was never the type of person to mince words. I nodded my head in agreement, not trusting myself to speak. “It’s a lovely, and precious gift she has bestowed upon you, my son.” Her gentle eyes glanced at the flowers, and then at me. “A maiden’s heart is fragile, dear. You must take great care not to break it.” She said, not unkindly. She closed her eyes and smiled. “My son, isn’t there somewhere you need to be?”
I grinned in response, having finally come to a decision. “I promised to keep her safe, didn’t I?” I answered confidently.
“That you did, my son.” My mother answered, her eyes still shut, her smile never wavering. “You should keep your promises…I taught you that.”
I nodded in response, confident that my mother already knew my answer. “I need to go, mother!” I said with feeling. “I’ll be back before nightfall!” I exclaimed, and set off at a run; not to her house, but off the beaten path and straight into the untamed woods.
“Take your time…huhuhu…” I could hear the echoing laughter of my mother behind me as I ran. Deep into the woods, to the place I ventured long ago.
Back into those familiar woods to fulfill a seven year old promise.
It felt like a walk down memory lane as I gazed at her sitting at the water’s edge. Without a word, I slowly walked up next to her, and sat down with the bouquet of flowers she gave me in my lap. I gently grabbed hold of her hand and held it in my own, without saying a word. She made no move to pull her hand away, and for a while the two of us sat together in mutual silence.
“…You remembered.” She said softly at last, breaking the silence between us. She looked at me, her cheeks glowing a warmly.
“I made a promise, remember?” I smiled at her. I could feel my own cheeks growing warm at the thought of what I wanted to say next.
She looked at me with her soft blue eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
I wasn’t sure who said it first. Was it her? Was it myself? I decided that it didn’t matter.
Her free hand flew to her mouth in surprise. She tried to speak, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were pure gibberish. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, so I did the only thing that made sense; I pulled her into my embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around her small body. I made sure that my arms slipped beneath her wings, to avoid hurting them.
I could feel her tears begin to wet the fabric of my shirt as it began to stick to my chest.
“I…I…” she cried openly into my arms. I looked down at her face to see it bright red. “I’ve wanted t-to tell y-you…” she sobbed, her small hands clinging to me tightly. “I wanted…to tell you for s-so long…” she sniffed, rubbing her face against me. “B-but I was afraid…that you’d reject me…” she cried, letting out a loud wail.
I felt a single tear run down my own cheek. Slowly, at first it fell.
Then, another.
“I’m sorry…” I apologized softly. “I kept you waiting…” My tears began to flow freely now, sliding down my face as my feelings for her made themselves known. “I was afraid…that you wouldn’t feel the same way as I do for you.” I closed my eyes, willing my tears to stop, but they continued on against my will.
I released her from my arms gently, grabbing hold of her own and pulling her away from me so that I could meet her eyes with my own. Her eyes were moist with the remnants of her tears that had yet to fall.
“Angelica…I love you.” I blinked once more, hoping to clear my eyes. I took a deep breath, and before I could exhale, I said to the woman I loved…
“Will you marry me?” I said with all my heart as time seemed stand still.
“Yes!” she cried happily. “Yes, oh, yes!” she repeated, throwing herself at me with her arms outspread. “Yes, a thousand times yes!” she said yet again, tackling me to the ground. “I love you…I love you so much!” she whispered into my chest. I could feel her heartbeat resonate against my own.
Caught in the heat of the moment, I lifted her gently and kissed her on her dainty little lips.
“Mhmm!?!” she exclaimed as I caught her off guard. It wasn’t much longer before she pressed her lips back against my own. I felt my hands slide down her body as if they had a mind of their own, feeling over every inch of her body through her clothes. As if mimicking my actions, I could feel her own tiny hands begin to slide towards my waist.
With our lips still locked together in bliss, my fingertips grazed over her womanhood as her own found my manhood.
“Mmmh!” she tried to cry out, muffled. Slowly, I caressed her through her panties, causing her to fidget more and more, her legs squirming as she started to slide her delicate hands all over my aching flesh.
Her hands move deftly, stroking me slowly at first, then quickly and with a firm grip. As soon as I felt ready to burst, she would slow her pace and loosen her grip. As soon as I managed to calm down a little, she would immediately quicken the pace and the tightness of her grip.
In return, I slipped a finger underneath the cloth of her panties and slipped my index finger into her body. I started to kiss her neck slowly, licking her collarbones as I probed her with my finger. Her moans and sweet cries pierced the evening air, falling on my eyes like a beautiful song. As I pushed my finger in deeper, she clenched around my finger tightly and pumped with her hands even faster. When I pulled back, grazing the top of her warm tunnel with the tip of my finger, moan loudly and contract, as if trying to pull me back in.
I couldn’t take it much longer. I removed my finger and placed both of my hands at her waist, and pulled her panties off and positioned myself at the entrance of her hot and dripping crevice, rubbing myself against it.
I placed on hand on her hip to steady myself; the other lay firmly grasped in her hand. “Be gentle, okay…?” she whispered, almost fearfully, as she gazed into my eyes tenderly. I nodded, and she smiled back at me.
I pushed my manhood into her waiting tunnel, immediately feeling her warmth begin to wrap around me.
“Aaaaghh!” she screamed, half in pain and half in ecstasy. I could see her blood begin to leak around my shaft. I pushed myself in deeper, little by little, allowing her to slowly become accustomed to my presence inside of her body. Once I pushed myself into her to the very base, I stopped moving, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded quickly. Her face was flushed. I took it as an okay to move, and began to slowly slide myself out. Her warmth quickly squeezed around me, as if trying to keep me inside. After I exited about halfway coated in her love juices, I thrust forward once more.
“Ah…aaah!” she cried sweetly, and squeezed her hand around mine, as her lower body did the same.
Again I pulled out slowly, then slowly met her entrance at the base of my manhood. Each time her sweet moans grew louder and more husky. I began to speed up, thrusting faster and deeper each time. I was beginning to fight a losing battle; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. Between her warmth as she squeezed down on me, and the sounds of her ecstatic cries, it was just too much stimulation.
“Angelica! I don’t know how much longer I can hold out!” I warned her, grunting as I did.
“J-just…aaah!…a little-nnh!-more! I-I’m almost…aaah, mnh! there too!” she managed to gasp between moans. Hearing that, I thrust quickly, hoping to bring her to orgasm before I reached my own. “There…right-ah!-there!” she exclaimed sweetly.
By then, I had reached my limit.
“I can’t hold it anymore, Angelica!” I warned her again, thrusting deep into her body.
“I-I c-can’t last any longer either!” she responded, her breathing heavily. “C-come inside! Come inside me- aaaaaaahhhh!!!” She begged as she clenched down tightly on my manhood just as it reached deep into her love tunnel.
I released deep inside of her warm embrace, my manhood being pumped dry by her contracting walls. I slumped over her, exhausted yet satisfied.
I looked at the woman I loved with half open eyes. She gazed back at me with a dazed smile. “I love you…” she said wearily, before exhaustion took over and she began to slumber.
I smiled. “I love you too…” I wearily responded, before drifting out of consciousness beside the woman I loved.
*****
“So then Dear, what did you think of my story?” I asked of my wife.
“I liked the part where he and I said ‘I love you’ at the same time.” She smiled happily. “It was a wonderful story, and a wonderful memory.” She added.
I grinned. “But that’s not all. You want to know what makes this story the best?” I asked slyly.
She looked at me with her head tilted to the side. “What’s that, dear?” she asked.
I kissed her on the cheek lightly. “The best part of it is, the story isn’t over yet.” I kissed her again, this time on the lips. “We still have the rest of our lives to spend together.”
“I love you, Angelica.”
“I love you, dear.”
The two of us smiled as we confirmed our feelings for each other in unison once again.
Surely I don’t need to tell you what we did then, do I?
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