22: A Wife's Love

\\// Riveria POV //\\

Walking through Central Park with the children and once more being intrigued with this world's mundane fuana. I couldn't help smiling at the sight of my children playing with the "Tree Rats" and "Sky Rats" in a rather humorous game of tag. Being a mother is something I never really saw myself being for a few decades more. Yet meeting that insufferable, indifferent, crazed, sociopathic husband of mine who tries hard to feel a true sense of attachment to people. That man gave me something I'm glad to have at this time in my life, a life outside my duties, a purpose besides the next ruler of the Alf Forests.

My ears twitch hearing a song being played nearby, I believe my husband called it "Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine." Listening to it in the background as I watched my children I couldn't help the motherly smile spreading across my face. My husband may be what many would call a monster for his actions and foolery. But a monster wouldn't have done what he's done for our children and me, both in and out of the dungeon. He may be a sociopath with trouble truly forming emotional bonds, yet he's a man willing to die like an absolute idiot for those he wants to forever smile…

Watching him being disemboweled, decapitated, torn apart, blood smeared, flayed alive, burnt alive, bathed in acid and melting… and so much more. He's never flinched, never complained, never bothered asking to even jokingly switch places. He just takes it with an expressionless face and asks if we're okay at the end of the day with no care for himself. I've slapped him a few times for it. Yet I knew I couldn't get him to promise to stop it, that'd be a futile endeavor for by now that's become an integral part of his being after so many decades, essentially almost half a century. As it would take any deity four hundred years to pull a soul like his to this dimension according to Cthulhu. During that transition through dimensions the souls past values can cement themselves if it isn't wiped or if the soul isn't inside a living body.

So while my husband is doing better he is still at large a sociopath who prioritizes others smiling and family first. How he goes about it he could genuinely care less for, as that is inconsequential to him so are the emotions of those choices. As long as he succeeds even if he shall die, he'll feel it was worth it. However, the fact me and the children hate that as it can be extreme he will keep things moderate for our happiness. my husband, however, hasn't realized he and I have a cult as it were. The cult worryingly consists of my students from the school, and a dozen militant forces he's interacted with. What's worth noting and worrying truly is… their REAL, we're in the Dungeon, but we're also in another world because of the Horsemen.

Which wouldn't make sense as this is a copied world, unless the Horsemen couldn't truly copy a world. Thus they instead tied a version of this world to the Dungeon from a chronological past that would deviate from the original. However, the people here are also affected by the Dungeon as Monsters, they can kill each other easily, but we still have to put some effort in. Yet none of that makes sense and at the same it does for from what I learned the Horsemen are Omnipresent-Multiverse entities. Which is a whole different mess I don't want to ever get into…

Blinking when I felt a corn dog pushed into my mouth I realized my husband was in front of me chewing on a hamburger. Quietly eating the intrusive food he put inside my mouth I watched him and noticed a few things about him that were… good to see happening. He was more animated and THERE than just in the background. He was healthier looking as his divinities actively sought to fix his body, his believers who likely remembered small episodes of his divinities leaking through empowering them. Which thus helps heal and provide him stability as deities subconsciously will reflect their believers strength in them. He was also holding a bandaged up pitbull puppy in his trench coat. Him occasionally feeding the puppy small bits of his burger as small wisps of his family divinity affected the food.

Smiling lovingly at him I slowly and unhurriedly headed my hand out the puppy. It's light blue eyes watching me defensively for a bit before it licked my offered hand and did nothing else. The puppy decided then to seemingly go to sleep while a bandage around its neck turned red slightly. Which was quickly changed and cleaned by wisps of black gold light and Umbra. Chuckling I remembered another trait of the man I love, all animals he will kill to protect and judging by how hurt this dog is. He very much caused a crime scene with the single minded goal of saving it. When the children saw the dog they fidgeted in place as their father hummed watching them.

Laughing softly I knew what was going on and I couldn't find it in me to say no.

"You can keep the puppy, but you kids will take care of it right or your father will likely teach you to behave."

Their faces lit up as their father grinned threateningly at our own children, to show that yes he would rough them up over the Pitbull puppy. Pandora, who seems to have been hiding through manipulation of electrical waves in the air, gave a low warning call to the children. Electricity popping off her feathers with a clear threat, this honestly made me giggle madly when even ISAC and Umbra joined in. My husband has left either an impression or his imprint on them has made them all share a wavelength. A wavelength that's not afraid to threaten adopted or blood related children for doing something stupid with retribution.

I should be angry about that, but it's a good lesson that all negligence is met with consequences. Even from a family member who loves you. It was only after getting home did I get a surprise as I was lifted off my feet and carried to our room. Pandora chirped loudly at the children causing them to stop trying to follow us. Umbra opens the door for us before my husband kicks it close behind him. Looking at his eyes I can't help squeaking a bit in embarrassment, as I would have to try not walking bowlegged in class tomorrow.

//\\ R18 SEXY TIME AHEAD \\//

"What's the reasoning for this Dakota?"

Asking with a bit of mixed excitement and embarrassment I watched my husband. Intently even as he unceremoniously threw me onto the bed, wisps of flames burning away only my clothes. His own clothing disappears as ashes that swirled around into wavy rippling air.

"Realized shits about to get very serious, annoying, and little free time for anything besides probably kissing. So I figured why not relieve some of our built up sexual frustrations, due to the kids hounding us every few minutes mainly, before we lose our chance. So I do hope your ready to walk funny for a few days Riveria… plus my cult apparently figured out how to TALK with me through prayers or while dying."

That last bit was surprising, however, also both amusing and embarrassing as that means us having sex had been a topic. The first half, although not new to me, was something I'd take seriously as that means a version of "canon" for this floor will start soon. While contemplating the ramifications of that news… I squealed like a whore unlike my station would suggest. My husband had decided to interrupt my thoughts by kneeling at the edge of the bed and pushing his head between my thighs and legs. Giving me some methodical and aggravatingly playful licks along my vaginal folds. His eyes shining with mischief as he suddenly drilled my insides with his tongue, the feeling of it lapping at my walls, twisting and turning, making me involuntarily wrap my legs around his head.

Panting and gripping at the bed covers as my insufferable husband teased me sexually. I end up glaring at him, utilizing my strength boosted by magic to flip him over my body and into the bed. He willingly allowed this as if he resisted he'd break something or hurt me. It pains me to admit if he wasn't careful with me or the children due to his constantly boosted physical stats, he'd kill us, so he MUST treat us like glass objects. Seeing him smiling so lovingly at me from his position I didn't let my negative thoughts delay me from kissing him after getting his head out from near my privates. My lips pushed against his tenderly and so full of affection for him that we spent a while just kissing.

When I broke the kiss I whined as I admittedly craved his touch for various reasons. The foremost one being that, he loved me unconditionally with how he so readily threw his body to the wolves to protect me always. Blushing with a relaxed smile at him I stroked his hair a little, my fingers trailing through the messy brown hair of my future king who cared little for appearances. I would never force him to be uncomfortable for prolonged periods of time just because of our future duties.

"I love you, my Grave Walker."

"I love you too, my Ice Queen."

Hearing those words warmed my heart so much every time I always broke out giggling. Kissing him once more, we repositioned ourselves and got comfortable in bed. Straddling his hips, his penis pressing against my vaginal folds and stomach slightly. Taking a deep breath I prepared myself, as our different physical sizes sometimes have led to us getting stuck over the years. Raising my hips in one swift motion, inserting his member inside of me, I groaned with slightly pained pleasure. It had been two years since we last did this. So just taking him once more is stretching me a bit painfully, but it was wonderful to be like this with him.

//\\ Dakota POV \\//

Running my hands along Riveria's body tenderly, I lovingly would tease the Elven Princess. While she slowly and rather calculatively rode me as if trying to judge what to do after so long. One of my hands had found its way to her breast which had grown over the first year the kids were born. Squeezing one of the jiggling DD cup breasts eliciting a moan from the Elven royalty. It'd be a LONG night ahead of us.

\\// 24hrs Later //\\

Waking up to the sight of Riveria slightly drooling on my chest, I chuckled quietly. Reaching out and stroking a strand of hair from her eyes, I took in the sight of the still sweaty form of my wife. Who I do not doubt likely will end up pregnant once more after how long we went at it after two years. Shaking my head I'm just glad it was during the start of the weekend and that Pandora had made sure the kids heard nothing. As the Thunder Phoenix felt EXTREMELY exasperated and embarrassed through our bond. I regret nothing besides the fact that it likely frustrates the Phoenix with no mate of her own.

Sighing I woke up my sleeping beauty who groggily looked at me, wiping her mouth before sitting up and stretching. The blanket covering us falling off her to reveal more of her body that had become more "motherly" and filled in with muscles from various activities.

"Morning."

"Morning. Can you make breakfast for everyone dear?"

"Sure thing my Elven Princess."

"I'm your ONLY Elven Princess, besides our daughters. Just… did you really have to keep your word about me being bow legged? I can already tell there will be issues walking…"

"Yes I did. I wouldn't be a good husband if I didn't do so after no actual intercourse, besides foreplay for the past two years."

"You are insufferable…"

"So I've been told by an extremely beautiful wife on more than one occasion."

Grumbling with a smile Riveria got out of bed, a trail of semen between her thighs and the bed, as she headed to the bathroom. Getting up and stretching out as flames burnt away everything filthy in the room, my clothes appeared over my body once more. Cracking my neck as I left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen and making quick preparations for a full mixed British and American breakfast with Umbra's help. Cooking has been one of my more passive hobbies for a long time, more so since I came to this world. Getting lost in my thoughts as I cooked, I sometimes flicked SHD Tech being used by ISAC to help in cooking like a flame turret if the ai tried to go overboard.

Having kids and two essentially entities bonded within my body and my own soul had left a mark on them. The cold pragmatic AI unlike its canon counterpart was more Human like with it seeing the kids as its own kids. Same for the parasite alien goo living within me, it's race doesn't have sex or natural reproduction. The Archaeane race is like certain reptiles in that it's essentially A-Sexual, using other organisms to birth more of itself as it breaks them down into just pure biomass. So Umbra has acknowledged that by helping me create the kids how they are, he's gone against that and created Flesh and Blood children unlike his race's usual method.

As while no one, not even the hive mind, can tell without knowing that the kids are also one percent Archaeane spawn. Only those in the family know about that truth and it'll stay that way, if we can help it. NO ONE WILL TOUCH OUR LITTLE CHIMERA'S WITH ILL INTENT, OR THEY'LL FIND OUT WHY GODS OF FAMILY ARE NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH. Blowing toxic purple flames from between my lips I acknowledge Umbra's nudge and calm down. I also remembered my talk with Rainbow Six and I know what they want from me. Hearing Riveria exit our room as Pandora is annoyingly pecking the children's doors. I glanced at my wife asking a question.

"Want to live in a Dark Zone?"

"Haaa… I must ask why you're bringing such a thing up before answering."

"Rainbow hippies want me to live in a secluded area away from people, away from you and the kids… they think they know best. They believe if I stayed contained to an area that the Hive Mind would flock to it, to try and assimilate me and Umbra. They didn't say it, but everyone aside from Tachanka and Doc think it'd also get rid of an even bigger problem for them, me."

My wife's presence turned frosty at that, tundra level temperatures freezing a small area around her instantly. Her eyes gleaming with icy blue light promising violence as she tried to not explode with anger. Then she spoke, the air from each breath and instance of her speaking causing floating crystals of ice to form and rotate around her.

"Never. Never will I allow some MONGRELS to decide what's best for my family. They may do good deeds for many, but they have ZERO say in what my family does or is at. You may be a sociopathic hazard to life around you, Grave Walker, but I don't care. I don't care. The kids don't care either, I KNOW they don't. You have literally died before our eyes multiple times on multiple floors. You have worked hard for four years on this floor, in this simulated, but real world for us without ever saying anything or complaining. I know dying so much, having limbs and organs torn out repeatedly, and sacrificing so much free time for us hurts you inside.

So my wonderful Grave Walker who throws so much away for us, know I'll NEVER let them take you from us. I'll freeze this world to the core before I let you hurt like that. You are my only husband, my life long companion, my children's father, and my only true king. So before you ever are hurt like that, know I'll keep my word and DESTROY everything to keep you at my side."

At her words I felt something click within my mind, a crimson gold pulse of light pulsing out of me suddenly. The true meaning of death and genocide for me as a fledgling God echoing out at my wife's words.