This is Paul Now:
This particular story takes place in a place called Cartoll, a merchant city named after its purpose when the Country’s nobles placed a toll on carriages using its routes.
In a certain middle class neighborhood a green roofed two story house stood amongst its many similar looking compatriots, but unlike them the mage lights from the second story window to the top left were still on at this hour of the night. If one was to climb up closer to this window(and this is only an if, no certain narrator with shapeshifting abilities and powers to cross time and space was currently skulking in their bushes trying to reach the second story window sill) they might hear soft thumping, and if(again only an if) they were to peer in they'd probably be momentarily shocked at the current spectacle. A 5'7" dark skinned muscular man (with thuggish looks common in certain adventurer types) was currently mounted to the backside of a 7'5" tanned Amazonian (who wasn't pretty by any account but one certainly wouldn't mind her nagging at them every day) with his hands gripping her hips and his own thrusting like the world was ending tomorrow.
Carmon was softly moaning in ecstasy...well she was trying to keep it down so their 6 year old daughter and 4 year old son wouldn't noticed the sounds down the hall from them. The fact her husband had enchanted the room to muffle sounds inside it for the next four so hours put her mind slightly at ease, but she knew no amount of muffling enchants would stop the sounds leaking out if she let lose. The fact that slightly ticked her was that her husband Paul knew this yet was being so merciless with her.
-He could have at least waited till we got to the bed, instead of having me bent kneed and hunched over the sewing machine-
Three minutes passed like this before the amazons legs gave way and they both tumbled to the floor.
They muffled their voices and strained their ears momentarily to listen for any stirring from the kids rooms, the fact that Paul enchanted their rooms to muffle sound leaking into them was not known to Carmon, nor would he tell her just to keep her squirming. The Amazon could not keep her voice when Paul quickly continued pumping away, he stopped momentarily to switch positions and have her facing him before resuming thrusting his hips. He leaned forward and started suckling her left tit while squeezing a handful of her right breast, the slightly sweet taste of the warm liquid in his mouth and the moans of Carmon accompanied by her quivering and shaking hips finally made Paul reach his limits and he burst with a long primal grunt while he kept thrusting till every drop of semen emptied into the convulsing Amazon.
He laid there on top of her for a minute to catch his breath, then pulled out and rolled to her side on the floor. Another few seconds passed before he sat up and looked at her, she was still twitching her tight abdominal muscles glistening from the exertion and her eyes were glazed over and halfway rolled back. He pulled himself up a bit closer to her face then leaned over for a deep kiss, her eyes refocused as she came to then pushed her tongue into his mouth exploring it, his two missing front teeth a memento of their more adventurous days.
A small wall geckos clicking sound draws their attention outside the window for a second before a pair of wings flap away into the night sky....."damn Owl, always peering at us in all hours of the night" Carmon said "yea its creepy, I'll see about getting the kids to shoot the thing down with their slings tomorrow. Good to have them practice with the extra speed enchants I've added to them" he replied with a childish and stupid grin on his face
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Carmon just rolled her eyes, she asked him more than once to stop messing with the kids toys but he always says he played with far worse than slings at their age -He's going to get them or someone hurt with those things-
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Next up is how Paul and Carmon got hitched:
Our next part of the story takes us back 8 years ago in this same town near the far side gate facing North and the closest path to the recent dungeon that appeared(well 50 years is a small age for a dungeon) and the reason this particular city prospered and grew so quickly.
We begin in a tavern establishment belonging to the adventurers guild for their various food and lodging needs, A tall deathly pale man in a dark brown pointy hat and robes swings open the tavern door and steps inside, the dark aura and confidence he exudes tells all the patrons this is a seasoned adventurer and mage not to be messed with least they wish to be scrapped off the floors(BOW BEFORE ME PESANTS...ahm ignore that).The menacing mage looked around the tavern eyeing the various adventurers, before he spots an empty booth at the back. The spectacle momentarily had the patrons hold their breath, before the menacing mage started walking towards the booth or at least tried anyway...he took a nasty tumble when his foot slipped on a bit of ale spilled on the floor. The patrons had to hold their breath in again yet for a different reason, some sniggers were heard before the mage glared at their general direction and silence fell once again (maturity was not a common practice in this particular world).The mage stood up and walked with a slight limp to the back booth and took a seat, some more sniggers were heard but the patrons soon got over the spectacle and returned to their own business (thank god...ignore that as well).
Shortly after the tavern door was swung open again and this time people looked on high alert, some even had their hands on their weapons ready to start swinging if anything came looking for trouble. The 5'7" dark muscular gentlemen with the angular jaw and slanted forehead at the door was a poor sight to behold, dressed in a halfway between a leather and chainmail armor that was quite common for adventurers to use since the leather was quite tough but flexible and the metal added some extra protection against the nasty creepy crawlies in the dungeon (bleh..how do they stomach those things).It was not this man’s choice of armor nor his thuggish looks that had them on alert, rather the fact he was covered head to toe in mud and blood, his armor...what was left of it anyway had been beaten and broken beyond repair cuts and gashes lining his face and appendages with his left thigh rapped in bandages. He scanned the booths before spotting what he was looking for and starting walking towards it, his limping figure made it to the booth in eerie silence of the onlookers where a certain Amazon was having a meal with her adventurer team before the man walked in. He stopped and looked down at her for a second as if soaking every detail on her face into his very being, before he leaned down grabbing the shocked Amazons face and planting his lips on hers.
He broke away after a minute when her teammate John coughed slightly "Hello Paul, hope that curtsey isn't gonna be extended to the rest of us" Paul glanced at the smirking gnome for a second before turning back to Carmon, other patrons of the tavern whistling or made a comment...a certain mage can be heard saying “that can't be very sanitary”. He took a slight step back and brushed his lips before saying to the Amazon in a clear voice that all heard even a certain giddy pale mage at the back "Carmon, please marry m-".
He didn't get to finish.