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Twilight has a million and one tasks running through his mind at any given moment. It is a duty he revels in, responsibility a heavy cloak on his shoulders - his willing burden.
Not only must he strive towards reaching the end goal of peace, he must also work his multiple jobs, his covers and his career. Juggling that on it's own is simple. However, adding in the family life brings with it new barriers to success.
"Papa, I gotta field trip today! Do you have that permission slip?" Anya blinks cutely, innocently. And with one shoe on, the school bus hurtling towards them from the horizon. The countdown starts immediately - Twilight can't afford to have another disaster threatening Anya's precious position at school. She must attend the field trip, peace is at stake.
"Oh no!" Yor cries, perfectly on the same page as Twilight with regards to the importance of Anya's schooling. "It's in my side table, I completely forgot. I'm sorry Loid, could you grab it? My outdoor shoes..."
Twilight catalogues her knee high boots, the heel sharper than a knife's edge and laces strong enough to guillotine a lesser man and nods agreeably - Yor would waste time removing them to avoid damaging the floor. "Take Anya to the bus, I will be right behind you."
Yor nods vigorously and hustles Anya out to meet the bus. It warms Twilight's heart that his marriage has progressed to the point of Yor trusting him in her space. They have an amicable agreement regarding privacy and never go into each other's space without permission. He can count on one hand how often he's been in Yor's room and still have enough fingers left over to dismantle a bomb.
The bedroom is tidy and Twilight stifles the feeling of trespassing when he breaches the boundary and goes to her side table. Exactly like Yor said, the permission slip sits signed and folded, easily forgotten in the rush. He picks it up, slipping the note in his pocket for safe keeping.
Unfortunately in his haste Twlight knocks the corner of the night stand just enough that the drawer shakes open, revealing the shadowed contents to his shocked gaze.
There is a tiny, palm sized electronic device sitting innocently, the face of it a pretty rosé. The oblong shape has a flexible thin plastic at the top, sticking out not unlike a tongue from a mouth. Next to it is an object that turns Twilight pink from head to toe due to the unmistakable girth and length - the blood red colour doing nothing to distract from the distinctive phallic shape.
A rumble of a big bus engine snaps Twilight from his state of shock and he remembers the mission, his first task of the day. Leaping from the window, Twilight masks himself as Loid and hands Anya her form, smiling at his wife as if the thought of her marital aids are not trying to batter their way through his imagination.
What a conundrum, Twilight puzzles to himself. He is ostensibly married to Yor, tying their lives together completely due to various excuses. She is a bright, beautiful partner - one that Twilight enjoys spending his time with, a lady worthy of his help. Anya flourishes under Yor's mothering and their house is a home thanks to the warmth and care Yor surrounds them in.
Marriage material. Her duty as a mother and wife fulfilled - not seamless, but effort counts even in weird culinary experiments.
And what is Loid Forger providing in return? Other than financial stability, a home, cleaning, cooking, respecting Yor's unique situation and being a good father to Anya - Loid is unworthy. He has failed in meeting all of his wife's needs.
Twilight foolishly assumed that Yor is a chaste creature. She does not tilt her head for kisses naturally, her eyes never linger on the odd occasions when men or women are in states of undress on the TV or magazines. Of course this is an oversight on his part. Lack of reaction is another sign of Yor's endless poise and not a sign that she has no desires.
Failure curdles in Twilight's gut. Yor has been suffering, dealing with her bodily need for satisfaction and pleasure on her own, reduced to using toys and to politely pretend her husband isn't useless in the ways of intimacy. What if this becomes a wedge in their marriage? Relationships need balance, compromise and communication. Romance and physical connection are paramount for longevity.
Twilight must fix this mistake before things get worse and Yor leaves him.
Anya is easily sent to her friend's house after school. The apartment is cleaned, Twilight prepping a meal full of aphrodisiactic foods - saffron seasoned seafood, good wine and honey dipped figs. A candle burns to set the mood and Loid Forger has a baby butt smooth face, his fingernails cleaned and trimmed and his pubic hair waxed. Cologne dots behind his ears and his shirtsleeves are rolled to his elbows, forearms on display.
"Loid? What is all this?" Yor asks when she walks through the door. She's in different shoes, the black of her dress shiny and cleaned thoroughly. Twilight relaxes a little as she walks into their home, a soft smile dancing on her lips when she takes in the flowers waiting for her.
"I realized that I may have misstepped in showing my appreciation for you," Twilight explains. He takes Yor's jacket off for her, hanging it up. "Let's eat, I want to hear about your day."
Yor smiles at him so kindly and she takes his hands in hers. "There is no reason I can think of for you to go through all this trouble!"
"Well," Twilight laughs lightly, rubbing the back of his neck in his embarrassment. "I think that is the problem. These actions are not any trouble for me - this should be the standard for you. I want to fulfill all your needs, Yor. You are my wife and I need to be better at treating you as you deserve to be treated."
"Loid... you are so sweet. But I'm not wanting for anything. You give me so much already, where is this coming from?"
Twilight hates showing his true hand. He wishes he could lie about this, twist it to something less provocative than snatching a look at Yor's personal items. Could he pretend this is for his own yearning desires, that his manly body has specific urges that only a wife can curtail - no, no that is much too far. Any sexual activities must be for Yor's pleasure otherwise Loid Forger is no better than a tomcat on the streets.
Yor stares at him earnestly while she waits for him to respond.
Twilight sighs. The truth will have to do.
"Yor... this morning, when I went into your room. I saw something unexpected. Something that I don't believe you wanted me to see."
Her face drops and turns white. "... what? Oh, oh Loid! I can explain!"
Twilight holds up a hand. "You don't need to explain or justify your... your tools to me. You have them for a reason -"
Yor interrupts. "Totally innocuous reasons! Extremely explainable for normal people -"
"It's okay, Yor." Twilight tries to calm her down. "Please don't be embarrassed. Even if we are married only for social necessity, I want you to know I am here to help if your tools are not adequate."
"... help?" Yor shakes her head vigorously, still pale. "Loid, you can't help! I don't want you to get caught up in this."
"Yor, I've been married before." Loid Forger has on paper anyways. Twilight is well versed in female anatomy, he is sure of his skillset. "I assure you, I can help."
"No, Loid! It's dangerous."
Twilight blinks. "I mean, I absolutely won't force the issue. You have every right to say no and I will respect it. But I just want you to know that I'm an option - if the batteries die or if you need more lube, or I can even include your items on my cleaning list."
Yor trembles in place. "How are you so supportive in this?"
"I'm your (pretend) husband, Yor. I want our marriage to succeed and that includes making sure your needs are taken care of. All of your needs. If that is by making sure you have ample time to use your oral sex simulator toy or vibrating dildo, or letting you enjoy my body - I'm here."
"... huh?" Yor's face goes so red, Twilight rushes forward to catch her if she faints. "Ohhhh, those tools! Ah oh no, you saw them!?"
"Yes, what else did you think I meant?"
"Nothing! Nothing else, nope - it's the sex toys, yup - that's it, that's my tools hidden in my room." Yor giggles, flapping her hands in front of her ruby red face. "And... wait. You want to help?!"
"Achieving sexual satisfaction is an important component of a healthy life and relationship." Twilight explains patiently. "I want to support you, Yor."
Her eyes are wide in her face, her painted lips parted in shock as the flush highlights her cheekbones. Twilight swallows, his heart suddenly beating harder in anticipation as his slacks grow tighter. Yor shifts on her feet, her thighs pressing together.
"Like husband and wife?" Yor asks breathlessly.
"Consummation, copulation. It is natural - but only if you truly want it." Twilight wants Yor to want it. His wants can be ignored but now she is in front of him and so beautiful - a wonderful wife that he wants to take pleasure in, a desire sudden and obvious.
"I... please." Yor curls in on herself shyly. "I do want that. Please."
Twilight cups her cheek and tilts her head up, thumb grazing the impossibly soft skin on her face. "I will tend to you, my wife. Please, take me to your bed."
Yor flushes but leads him bravely to her room. "Is... is it okay if the lights are off? I just - this is so new, I'm a little embarrassed."
"Of course, if it makes you more comfortable." Twilight assures her. Secretly he is happy about the choice, he won't need to make excuses for the blackened bushel of bruises lining his ribs from last nights mission. Twilight is used to roaming around in the dark and sex is a touch based activity. Plus, the ambient lighting casts shadows, highlighting the curves of Yor's body, outlining her in a tempting tease.
Twilight doesn't join her in her nakedness. Instead, he twists them so she presses on top of him. Giving Yor the control of the situation, hoping to ease her anxiety. He runs his hands up and down her skin, savoring her firm muscles as he keeps her warm.
Their lips meet in a kiss. Yor remains hesitant, her kiss small and barely there press of lips. Twilight soothingly hums. "How would you like my mouth? A kiss... down below."
Yor hiccups, her breasts squashed against his chest as she pushes him to the bed. Her sheets smell like roses, the scent of her shampoo sink deep in her pillow where Twilight now rests his head. Yor crawls up until her legs spread over his face and Twilight catches a glimpse of shiny pink vulva and a barely hidden hole before Yor lowers herself to him with a soft sigh of relief.
Roses are replaced by a primal mix of womanly arousal. Twilight's mouth floods with saliva, his eyes fluttering shut while lust burns through him. He noses at her first, gently nuzzling her smooth inner thigh and following the natural path to her most private of places. He kisses her, mouth tightly closed in a chaste imitation of what he wants to do. Her lower lips part at the pressure and he flattens his tongue, licking slow and relaxed until the moisture starts to collect and taste more of her than him. Her slick coats his mouth, wetness everywhere from his nose to his chin - Yor dripping under Twilight's careful attention.
Her thighs squeeze at his ears, her hips rocking uncontrolled over his mouth and lips. He flicks his tongue faster and faster, searching for the swollen nub and sucking her clit into his mouth. Captured, Twilight curls his tongue and flexes it into a hard muscle, lapping at Yor's sensitive nub like he is a machine, a vibrating clit toy made of a willing man whose sole purpose is to work through the pain of a tired jaw, ignore the throbbing ache of his rock hard erection and make his wife scream.
"Oh, oh, ohh -" Yor's core pulses on his chin. Her legs turn into steel bars at his ears, forcing him in place. There is no gap left between his face and Yor's cunt, no air to breathe. It's the best way Twilight has ever suffocated and he is happy his training has led him to this moment in time - where he can hold his breath for the minutes needed to guide Yor to the highest heights of orgasm.
When she cums, Yor cries out for Loid Forger. Her cunt spasms out more wetness for him to swallow eagerly despite feeling like his nose may be slightly out of place due to Yor's frenzied humping of his face.
Finally she collapses off him, allowing him to gasp in desperately needed air.
"Ooh, wow." Twilight licks his sore lips, his jaw creaking closed. There is a bruise blooming on the side of his head from Yor's knee. "You are magnificent."
Yor answers by ripping Twilight's slacks from his legs, his underwear cleaved in two. The shock of cold air on his hairy thighs has Twilight startling but Yor holds him steady with her substantial strength. "I'm, I'm going to - to make love to you, Loid. I need you inside, please."
Twilight can't say no to such naked desire on his wife's face. "I'm yours. Just... be gentle."
There is no warning. Yor straddles his hips, her body mesmerizing as she sinks on to his cock. The wetness that still coats Twilight's teeth eases the way, her tight clutch opening around his cock in an experience that leaves Twilight reeling. His fingers gouge holes in the sheets, his toes curling at the hot pleasure licking up his spine and turning his brain inside out - nothing exists other than the cunt massaging his length, the grasp of her body around his and he is going to go insane, lose his mind. She feels so good, so right - the best he has felt in months, years.
Yor begins to fuck him. The mattress squeaks. The bed creaks, wood snapping as a leg breaks and sends them a foot lower to the ground. Yor doesn't stop, her hips moving fast enough to blur as their skin slaps together. In - out - in - out, Yor rides Twilight, her teeth cutting her lips as she uses him and all Twilight can do is hold on, holding back the tremendous orgasm building in his gut.
The sensations are too good. Twilight has tears in his eyes, his vision crossed and mouth drooling. Yor feels so good around him, on him. He is deeply connected to her, deeply inside her. Embarrassing whines spill from his lips and he loses control for the first time in a long time, all his barriers brought low.
"Yor - oh, oh, please. So good, fuck me so good - harder, darling, harder. Take me, use me - please, please cum. And cum and use me some more - I, I want your cunt, I want to worship your cunt. Let me cum inside, and I'll lick you clean - I'm yours, please - please."
"Loid - fuck, ah, ah - you feel so good in me. Better than the dildo, and and I want this all the time. Make myself cum on my husband's cock nightly, do my wifely duties and milk you dry until all you can do is rest between my thighs in the morning, your lips touching me, sucking me." The headboard rattles, pictures failing off the wall and shattering on the ground. Twilight moans wantonly, loudly for all to hear because there is no reason to keep secret that a man lays with his wife, it is normal, so normal - and wonderous to be fucked into a puddle, his pelvis on the verge of breaking.
Yor roars and rolls forward, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. "Cum, husband." She demands into his mouth, licking up her own slick. He obeys, not able to even jerk up into her as her body quivers and strangles the orgasm from his cock.
Twilight wheezes. He is drained physically and mentally. A puddle of a man in a ruined bed, Yor glowing at his side.
"Oh Loid. That was wonderful. Ready for another round?" Yor smiles at him, the innocence at odds with her sweaty and matted hair.
Ah. Maybe Twilight miscalculated. Yor does not have the same level of experience with a man's limitations. Twilight glances at his poor softening cock, willing it to twitch to hardness. It does not work. Neither does his jaw when he tries to open wide enough for his tongue to loll out.
Well. Needs must. Twilight reaches his hand into the side table and brings out the special toys that started this whole mess.
"Yor, darling," Twilight smiles. "Would you like to show me how you use these toys?"
Yor brightens like a sunrise, her earlier shyness gone as she spreads her legs wide, dripping her slick and his cum. The plastic fake penis and plastic fake tongue set against her skin, her neediness showing once more.
Twilight watches, ready to observe. His hand falls to his cock, urging the flesh back to full mast. They have a few hours left and Twilight will succeed at this new found mission of pleasing Yor.
It's for the good of the world, after all.