Baron Gabriel Jibril

MMmmnnnh?

His wife was so close, that was so nice… And Raphael seemed, okay? "We should… probably get freshened up or at least half way dressed before Matia storms in here though… shouldn’t we… Raphael’s all pretty already, I can’t let Matia see me like this, my hair is a mess…" he said, with a laugh.

"Ahahahha... I'm afraid you wont be leaving any time soon then, love..." Enoch commented the scene... and then joined Raphael's endeavour to keep their wife in bed. Two man could maybe bring up the strength to hold one woman back. "Maybe it's good to do things different around here... we've been in a rut  for too long, lean back and cuddle with your husbands again?"

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His wife was so close, that was so nice... And Raphael seemed, okay? "We should... probably get freshened up or at least half way dressed before Matia storms in here though... shouldn't we... Raphael's all pretty already, I can't let Matia see me like this, my hair is a mess..." he said, with a laugh.

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"Whenever Matia wakes up," Gabriel said. "I know she’d want to be there for that and it’s probably safer." Could get in some horse-tending as well while they were at it, maybe… Yeah, that’d work.

There was something on Enoch's face and in his eyes. Not just a smile, a shimmer, a shine... almost like a sparkle. "... this'll be so nice..." he said... and watched Raphael eat, with relief. "We haven't actually done anything together as a family, really... except from meals... and that... doesn't count... we need to spend some quality time together... all of us..." he nuzzled his nose against Gabriel's cheek, but nodded at Raphael.

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"Of course it is," she assured him. Made her feel one hell of a lot safer, too — two people to watch the horses while these two pet them. "You can take a rain check on the riding thing if you want to do that some other time, by the way. That would only be fair. Wouldn’t it?" she asked, glancing at Raphael.

"... I... I've rode once, with my sisters, but I was a little smaller and she was holding really tight onto me... and the horse only walked and was led by another sister and... it was... nice?" he nodded, slowly sounded good... "... so we'll have a family day in the stables today?" his voice was enthusiastic, hopeful even.

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"... wait... we talked about seeing, not riding... " okay, abort mission! Abort mission! That was a step too far. And he even kind of wanted to ride a horse... but they were so big... and intense... and also so... up and down going. Oh God that would feel horrible. "... uh... I'd rather not ride one... today? They are so bumpy on the lower back... I'd like to touch it's fur though, if that's possible?"

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Perhaps yes, it would definitely be nicer in a bigger bed... "... ha, then I'll bring you breakfast to bed tomorrow..." Enoch chuckled, longingly looking after another slice of bread. "... wait what... horses? Why do you get to see the horses?" he looked at Raphael, then at Gabriel, then back at the boy, then at his wife. "... why does he get to see the horses?"

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Holding to a corner of the tray, wary of adding more dirty laundry to the boys’ workload, Gabriel carefully shuffled away as well, happily freeing up a spot on the bed. Gesturing at it, she said, “Come on, Raphael, sit, please. It would be a shame if you put all that effort into a breakfast you won’t even eat.” And it would help both her and Enoch feel a little more secure in the boy’s health…

He let the kiss happen. Replied it even. Whatever Gabriel had done. It must have been some female magic, considering Raphael was the complete opposite of yesterday... "... it's a bit small though for ménage à trois like this..." he said, laughing quietly... then shifting again a bit... the confined space made it near impossible to find a sitting position that didn't hurt his lower back...

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He flinched shortly... that tickled but... it was nice to have that arm around himself... And she ate... which was good. Raphael didn't though... Mhm... Enoch picked up a piece of bread as well, biting into it... Really good. Much better than he had expected bread to ever taste. "Mhmm... this is great!" he said after swallowing. "Have you eaten yet?" He patted on the bed t their leg and feet level, shifting a little and sitting halfway crosslegged to make space, hoping Raphael would join them... and surely Gabriel would figure to move as well.

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He slept so incredibly well… even though when he eventually woke he felt a little cramped and like he had slept in a too small space.. His nose pressed flat against the pillow… not immediately waking from the kiss… "… MMmmnnnh?.." was his first sound as the shifting on the bed grew stronger, as did the smell of breakfast… Eyes blinking sluggishly… raising his head a bit.

He did sleep well. Felt a bit groggy, but positively though... And slowly began to shift  into a more humane, sitting position. It was a bit awkward to have Raphael here. And Raphael knowing full well that they had done marriage business. "... good morning, to you too Raphael..." his voice was calmer and softer than he had expected it to be... "... I'm sorry you had to make breakfast on your own... but thank you for cleaning up..." a smile even... And then his stomach reminded him that there was breakfast to pay attention to... But first... cautiously kissing Gabriel's cheek. "... good morning..."

He slept so incredibly well... even though when he eventually woke he felt a little cramped and like he had slept in a too small space.. His nose pressed flat against the pillow... not immediately waking from the kiss... "... MMmmnnnh?.." was his first sound as the shifting on the bed grew stronger, as did the smell of breakfast... Eyes blinking sluggishly... raising his head a bit.

To Dinner

"… hm… hm-hm…" came a reply that was… probably a yes. The soft expression on his face, half closed eyes and serene smile were probably a good context-clue for her. And despite the weight on his hips, it felt wonderful to have her full body warmth and weight resting on him… like they would melt into each other any moment… "… very good…" so it was also good for her. That was good. He promised to articulate a bit better in the next sentences, but hoped they wouldn’t have to come too soon. One hand freed itself to roam over her back… forefinger tracing down the little indentation of her spine, then resting sluggishly on her buttcheek. So happy.

"That’s good to hear…" Closing her eyes, Gabriel gave him a soft kiss to his lips, re-settling after and letting herself drift off a bit. Whatever else there was to say, that could be done in the morning. Too tired to move, and anyway, it was getting late. Giving one last kiss, she murmured, "Goodnight, love. See you tomorrow…"

Technically he should look after Raphael and Matia... And he should make sure that....---- no. He was just going to sleep now... wrapping himself around his lovely warm wife. Who smelled incredibly good. Muttering a few more inaudible "I love you"s before also drifting off to sleep...

To Dinner

She… she behaved different… And he didn’t know what to think. She seemed happy…? And SqueeEEEEEEEEZED HIM. OH. He had a slight suspicion what had happened to her… Because it was making him feel really good… and he hoped she wouldn’t mind him continuing this a little longer… because the pressure in his lower belly and the prickling were so close to tip over and he really didn’t want to stop. And her body was… was… squeezing him so tightly and almost sucking at him, milking him and… With another moan, that seemed to have come from the bottom of his lungs… he actually felt spurts of liquid shooting into her waiting body. She literally was milking him— Helplessly he gnawed on his lower lip, fingers helplessly roaming and pressing over her skin, searching for something to hold onto and eventually grabbing her hands, interlacing and holding her tight with the last tensed twitching of his hips. Then his butt fell onto the mattress again.

"... hm... hm-hm..." came a reply that was... probably a yes. The soft expression on his face, half closed eyes, serene smile was probably a good context-clue for her. And despite the weight on his hips, it felt wonderful to have her full body warmth and weight resting on him... like they would melt into each other any moment... "... very good..." so it was also good for her. That was good. He promised to articulate a bit better in the next sentences, but hoped they wouldn't have to come too soon. One hand freed itself to roam over her back... forefinger tracing down the little indentation of her spine, then resting sluggishly on her buttcheek. So happy.

To Dinner

He’d mewl a bit at the sensation of the vacuum on his neck, but he’d only bare his throat more for her for better access, his hips now very comfortable with the motions and movements they were doing, bucking against her, the muscles in his lower torso making gentle waves with each thrust… and he was getting faster, the more she sucked at his skin like a little vampire. "… I … love you…" he gasped. "… so much…"

She... she behaved different... And he didn't know what to think. She seemed happy...? And SqueeEEEEEEEEZED HIM. OH. He had a slight suspicion what had happened to her... Because it was making him feel really good... and he hoped she wouldn't mind him continuing this a little longer... because the pressure in his lower belly and the prickling were so close to tip over and he really didn't want to stop. And her body was... was... squeezing him so tightly and almost sucking at him, milking him and... With another moan, that seemed to have come from the bottom of his lungs... he actually felt spurts of liquid shooting into her waiting body. She literally was milking him--- Helplessly he gnawed on his lower lip, fingers helplessly roaming and pressing over her skin, searching for something to hold onto and eventually grabbing her hands, interlacing and holding her tight with the last tensed twitching of his hips. Then his butt fell onto the mattress again.

To Dinner

Oh this was good… this was really good… Gabriel was a goddess… with magical powers… and no one could tell him different! Her breasts were so nice and her muscular curves so much better than Raphael’s lanky body… He should probably stop comparing her to Raphael… or thinking of Raphael to begin with. Angrily he shook his head and let his hands glide to her hips, for some leverage, to pull her down on him… Feet flat on the mattress now, legs bent, upper thighs lightly pushing against her beautiful bottom. Being the man of the house, he had to walk around a lot every day for chores, nice strong legs to push his hips up against her… Sure, it hurt a little in his back region… but not half as bad as this morning… and he had enjoyed this morning’s activity despite the pain… This activity now… would be incredible!

He'd mewl a bit at the sensation of the vacuum on his neck, but he'd only bare his throat more for her for better access, his hips now very comfortable with the motions and movements they were doing, bucking against her, the muscles in his lower torso making gentle waves with each thrust... and he was getting faster, the more she sucked at his skin like a little vampire. "... I ... love you..." he gasped. "... so much..:"

To Dinner

She liked that. She liked that! He did it right! He gasped a little which was just right this moment, perfect timing to allow her tongue in. Sucking lightly at it, building pressure like his thumbs and forefingers did on her nipples now. He was going to sleep with his wife… and he could just… sleep with her… he didn’t have to do anything right… he could entirely fuck up… and it wouldn’t be bad, because this wasn’t important anyway… this was just… for fun… It didn’t have to end in babies, no one was even thinking about it needing to be about babies. Babies were completely out of the picture. He didn’t need to move in a specific way, she didn’t have to have a specific position… they could just… fool around… just… do it. His body felt so warm and at the same time so light and relaxed… he could just let his wife have fun with him…

Oh this was good... this was really good... Gabriel was a goddess... with magical powers... and no one could tell him different! Her breasts were so nice and her muscular curves so much better than Raphael's lanky body... He should probably stop comparing her to Raphael... or thinking of Raphael to begin with. Angrily he shook his head and let his hands glide to her hips, for some leverage, to pull her down on him... Feet flat on the mattress now, legs bent, upper thighs lightly pushing against her beautiful bottom. Being the man of the house, he had to walk around a lot every day for chores, nice strong legs to push his hips up against her... Sure, it hurt a little in his back region... but not half as bad as this morning... and he had enjoyed this morning's activity despite the pain... This activity now... would be incredible!

To Dinner

He already thought he had done something wrong when she shoved his hands away, hesitantly he began lowering them… only to find them seized and the palms receiving tickling kisses… Oh! Ohhh… those were really nice… firm breasts, squeezable… they had grown so well… Eight years really did well on her… he had not even fully realized that in the shower… and her nipples were perky. He shifted his hips back and forth underneath her, hands kneading her breasts, but much softer than bread dough…

She liked that. She liked that! He did it right! He gasped a little which was just right this moment, perfect timing to allow her tongue in. Sucking lightly at it, building pressure like his thumbs and forefingers did on her nipples now. He was going to sleep with his wife... and he could just... sleep with her... he didn't have to do anything right... he could entirely fuck up... and it wouldn't be bad, because this wasn't important anyway... this was just... for fun... It didn't have to end in babies, no one was even thinking about it needing to be about babies. Babies were completely out of the picture. He didn't need to move in a specific way, she didn't have to have a specific position... they could just... fool around... just... do it. His body felt so warm and at the same time so light and relaxed... he could just let his wife have fun with him...

To Dinner

The oil was cool and that did help a bit… and so did feeling her fingers encircle him… and then he felt the weights on the bed shift and heard clothes move and then… Then… then his wife embraced him. He took a deep breath… She definitely felt so much better than anything he remembered. Why had he ever not enjoyed this… yes, it was a bit tight… even a bit uncomfortable at first… but it was like… a fine leather glove… it spread a little after putting it on, fitting perfectly on your hand like a second skin… He really wanted to move his hips… but it was difficult with her on him… His hands somehow landed on her breasts… how did that happen? But it was a good place to hold onto…

He already thought he had done something wrong when she shoved his hands away, hesitantly he began lowering them... only to find them seized and the palms receiving tickling kisses... Oh! Ohhh... those were really nice... firm breasts, squeezable... they had grown so well... Eight years really did well on her... he had not even fully realized that in the shower... and her nipples were perky. He shifted his hips back and forth underneath her, hands kneading her breasts, but much softer than bread dough...