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The wedding ceremony is beautiful. Of course it is; everyone in town went all out in planning it in the days leading up, eager to celebrate a love they had all watched blossom right in front of their eyes between two people they all care for very much.

Shara had made sure there were flowers aplenty, as if nature itself is celebrating their union. There are lots of tears— happy tears, of course. Gaius is crying so hard he doesn’t even have the wherewithal to be flustered by Evelyn offering him a handkerchief.

Once the ceremony is over, the party lasts late into the night. There’s food and gifts and all manner of well-wishes from their friends and neighbours. The bride and groom both find themselves completely overwhelmed by the attention, but to Micah it really isn’t anything new, considering how everyone has been vying for and clamouring for his attention since the day he stumbled into town with no memories and nothing more than the clothes on his back.

Raven, on the other hand, finds herself almost frozen in the face of so much attention— but with Micah never leaving her side for the entire night, she finds herself able to shoulder it that much more, understanding that the people of Sharance are only trying to express their sincerest well wishes to them.

She can’t say she’s upset when the party comes to an end, though.

Not only because it means an end to having to sit there and try to not feel like prey caught in a hunter’s gaze, but because the two of them finally get to go home.

Home. Raven finds herself rolling that word around in her head. It’s not as though she hasn’t had time to think about the fact that the two of them are about to move in together, although all of the craziness of wedding planning has sort of taken precedence in her mind. She’s thought about it since before Micah proposed to her, although it only ever came to her as a fantasy. She’s barely had time to process that it’s a real thing that is really happening to her.

When they get to the base of the Sharance Tree, Micah smiles at her and squeezes her hand. She thinks for a moment that the two of them are going to walk hand in hand up the stairs, symbolic of their new life together— but Micah, much more devious than most people would assume when looking at him for the first time, oh so casually drops down and scoops her up into his arms.

“!!” Raven suddenly finds herself grabbing onto her husband (husband, a word that still awakens butterflies in her stomach, impressed as she is with the newness of it, with the way it makes her feel when she thinks about it) as he laughs, taking the first step up their stairs with her in his arms.

“...I can walk on my own, you know,” she murmurs, although at the same time she finds herself burying her face in Micah’s shoulders to hide the blush that’s rising to her face.

“I know you can,” Micah says. “I know how strong you are, Raven… But a groom is supposed to carry his new bridge over the threshold, just like this. And besides… You don’t have to be strong all the time when the two of us are together, you know?”

Raven clings harder to Micah’s shirt. She’s probably wrinkling his nice suit, and she knows her headpiece is already starting to fall out of her hair from the way she’s burying her face against him.

Not that it matters, because it won’t be very long now before the two of them are shedding all of the trappings of their wedding day— and that thought only makes her turn an even deeper shade of red, although embarrassment is only one small part of that.

The rest of it is the feeling that builds deep in her stomach and warms her entire body as she remembers what a married couple is supposed to be doing on their wedding night.

Micah carries her all the way up the stairs of the Sharance Tree and into his home— their home, now, a place she hasn’t seen since the day Micah first moved into town and Shara asked her to take him here while she ran to fetch the sort of things he would need to begin his life and ask her grandfather if it was okay for him to stay.

On that day, Raven had had no idea that the man who Shara asked her to guide to the tree would be so important to her. That he would become, in fact, the most important person in her life— the person that she loves above all else, and the person who knows her better than anyone else.

Micah sets her down as soon as the two of them have stepped inside. Even though no one is home— it’s just the two of them, after all— the tree is still suffused with a warm, welcoming glow. Either Micah left the lights on so they would be welcomed when they returned home, or the tree just seems to know that it has a guest, somehow.

“Welcome home, Raven,” Micah says. Raven’s legs wobble a bit as she’s set down on her feet, and Micah reaches out to steady her with a hand on her back. It’s a bit embarrassing, but… Then again, the only reason she can’t stand on her own is because she’s so overwhelmed by the thought of what her life is going to be like from now on.

A wife, sharing a home with her husband, sharing in life together… Some things won’t change, but some things definitely will. She’ll still see her closest friends and family every day (she has no intentions of leaving Gaius to run the shop by himself, after all, not when he’s so busy putting his heart and soul into his craft), but when she goes home at night it will be to her loving husband, and in time and with luck… More than just him.

Raven knows she can't wait any longer. Micah seems to be happy taking his time— they have a lifetime together ahead of them, after all— but the warmth under her skin at the knowledge of everything ahead of them is turning into an itch, a hunger.

She turns to her new husband and presses herself up against his front, hands on his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss. It's nothing like the chaste one they shared in front of the entire town just a few hours ago; there's heat in this one, the kind of heat Raven doesn't think she can keep bottled up inside of her anymore.

If she doesn't let it out, she's going to burn up from the inside out. And while Micah has said before that he accepts every part of her no matter what— and she fully believes him, especially knowing what she knows about him in turn— there are some things she just doesn't want to put to the test quite yet.

As the two of them kiss deeply and Micah gets drawn more and more into the hot passion she feels inside, Raven's hands on his shoulders drift downwards to fist in the front of his shirt. She's definitely wrinkling it now, but since he won't be wearing it for much longer she doesn't think it really matters.

She uses her grip on him to tug him backwards towards the bed, but since she really isn't that familiar with Micah's— their— home yet, she finds herself nearly stumbling and having to look backwards over her shoulder to ensure there's nothing there for her to trip over. Micah laughs, and Raven flushes again. Her eagerness has gotten the better of her in this case, it seems—

But Micah simply takes her by the hand and leads her to the bed, pausing only to shed his large ornamental coat before he sits down on the edge and invites her to sit with him.

"You can relax, Raven," he says softly, in that gentle voice of his that seems to charm every person who hears it. And who could blame them? Micah is handsome and sweet— sometimes even now, even after everything they've been through together, Raven has a hard time believing that Micah has chosen her over every other eligible woman in town.

(For such a small town, there sure are a lot of them.)

"We have all the time we need." Micah's hand holding her own is warm, and the tips of his fingers are calloused from wielding weapons and farm tools alike, but she's always found it a pleasant feeling nonetheless. "There's no need to rush."

"It's not that," Raven says immediately. "I just—"

Don't know how much longer I can wait, is what she doesn't say because she doesn't want to sound impatient and desperate. Not that she’s doing a very good job at hiding it, if that’s her aim.

“It’s okay.” Micah is still smiling at her as he reaches up to brush her hair back behind her ear. It’s been teased up and primped by the other women, in an effort to make her a beautiful, glowing bride on her wedding day. For Raven it just feels strange, but she appreciates the effort. “I’m excited, too.”

And even though Micah is showing far more restraint than her right now, when she looks down the length of his body and sees the bulge in his trousers, she can say that he is most certainly telling her the truth about that.

Raven knows how to work a forge, which means she knows how to keep her hands steady even when she’s feeling nervous; one slip up while handling something as dangerous as red-hot steel and you could end up seriously hurting yourself, after all. Still, it takes genuine effort for her to stop her hands from shaking as she reaches out to start undoing the buttons on Micah’s shirt.

The two of them can’t stay sitting for long if they hope to get undressed— but as soon as Raven starts undressing Micah, it’s like the two of them suddenly can’t stop. What starts as slow passion and trepidation quickly turns into a flurry as the two of them practically try to tear each other out of their wedding outfits.

Of course, after all of the effort everyone went to in order to make them look nice for their wedding day, the kindest thing would be to pay special attention to putting their clothes away nicely— but she has a feeling most people are not expecting newlyweds to care too much about what they’re wearing on their first night alone together.

Micah is a gentle soul, but he’s also both a farmer and a warrior. He might not enjoy hurting people or anything else for that matter, but that doesn’t allay his strength. Raven has seen it firsthand many times, has gotten to experience it many times as well, but the way he so casually tosses her onto the bed before climbing on top of her still throws her for a loop. Perhaps because she’s too busy thinking about what’s to come to focus on what’s happening in the present.

“Micah—”

“Shh.” He smiles at her as he lays on top of her, not resting his full weight on her but allowing their now naked bodies to press against each other, as much skin touching as they can possibly manage. “I’ve got you.”

“Nnnn.”

Raven lets out an almost embarrassing whine as she wraps her arms around him, holding him close. She runs hotter than him, but they both feel like they’re burning up wherever their skin touches, like all of the passion that has been building between them since the day they confessed their love for each other has lit a fire under their skins. Pressed together like this, every inch of their exposed touching, she feels like she can feel Micah's heartbeat as if it were her own.

Even though Micah has given in to her urgency, he still seems more than content to keep things slow, to operate at his own pace. He presses his lips to her throat and presses kisses all the way down, slowly, and when he reaches her shoulder he makes sure to kiss all the way down and across her collarbone before getting anywhere near her chest.

Needless to say, he has her squirming and wanting by that time, her breath coming in quick hard pants already even though she's barely been touched. Her pussy is throbbing between her legs and she feels embarrassingly wet considering how little has happened— it's all in the anticipation.

Not just the anticipation of having his hands on her, of having him side of her for the first time, although she's certainly desperate for that as well. No, it's the anticipation of what's to come for their future.

The two of them have had plenty of discussions leading up to their wedding day of what the two of them want. A life together, of course. And truly, if the two of them are together, then nothing else matters. But even beyond wanting a long and happy life together, there’s something else the two of them want.

A family.

They’ve talked about it a lot, because as far as they’re both concerned, this is something very important; not something they can risk not being on the same page about. But in this instance, they are blissfully both interested in the same thing.

A massive family, with lots of children to keep their house busy. Raven wants what she never had, wants to give children of her own the kind of life she’s always wanted; surrounded by a big, happy family where no one ever has to worry about going without, whether that’s food or love. Where no one has to be afraid that everyone they love will just… Disappear one day.

How relieved she was to hear Micah say that he wanted kids, too— and as many of them as possible. She’d been worried because the only child she’s ever really seen him interact with is Shara’s little sister, and Monica is hardly the best example when trying to figure out if someone is good with kids or not, considering her tendency to bite anyone unfamiliar to her.

Of course, you can’t just wish for a child and have them magically appear in front of you, like fruit from a tree. There’s sort of a process to it.

So it’s a good thing that all of her desires are aligning perfectly right now— really, it feels like her entire life is becoming a dream that she’s living inside of.

“You’re so beautiful, Raven… You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to resist you…”

“M-Micah…” Raven gasps at both his words and the feeling of his mouth on her as he shifts his focus from pressing kisses all the way down the length of her body to pressing them to her breasts, which he takes in each hand so he can massage them to his heart’s content.

As he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the hard nub, Raven finds herself thinking about what it would be like to have her and Micah’s child suckling at her breast instead, for milk instead of for pleasure— and that thought makes her even more eager to finally have him inside of her, to finally consummate their relationship and get started on building the family they both so desperately want.

She doesn’t want to keep begging and being selfish, though; it’s obvious that Micah has been waiting a long time to be able to worship her like this, and although she might not fully understand why, she doesn’t want to take that away from him. But she can’t stop the whine of impatience in the back of her throat that makes Micah laugh at her again.

Does he really find her so amusing? It’s a hard thing for her to imagine when people have always seen her as standoffish, even cold. Of course, the person she is when she’s with Micah feels like another kind of person entirely… But is she really so funny? Or is he just laughing because he’s charmed by her?

“Okay, okay… I guess having all the time in the world applies to me, too,” he says as he pushes himself up to his elbows. She misses having the skin to skin contact— but Micah doesn’t leave her waiting for long as he moves up her body once again to lean in and kiss her, on her lips this time.

She can feel his hardness pressing against her leg, and she wants so badly to squirm until she can somehow get him inside of her, tired of waiting as long as she already has and not wanting to wait even one second longer— but Micah looms over her, hands on the bed on either side of her head, looking her up and down. Hasn’t he had enough time to admire her already— and won’t he have plenty of time to do that in the future without denying her what she so desperately wants?

This time, though, he’s not looking at her like he’s admiring an already finished painting— but rather he’s looking at her the way Daria would look at an untouched canvas, just waiting for a masterpiece.

Micah leans in again, but instead of going for a kiss, he goes for her shoulder— and sinks his teeth in.

Micah is a gentle soul, but that doesn’t stop him from biting her so hard he’s sure to leave a bruise— not hard enough to break the skin, but he sucks on it until it turns red to be absolutely sure the mark will stay.

No one would look at Raven and not know that she is his, the same as no one would look at Micah and not know that he is hers. Everyone in town has been waiting for the two of them to finally tie the knot. But having his mark on her like this, such a primal, definitive thing… It makes her cry out not out of pain but out of the rush it sends through her, at how wet the thought leaves her.

She knows she can’t wait even a second longer. She looks at Micah with a gaze that she wants to be intense, but considering she can feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she looks up at him she thinks her desperation comes across another way entirely.

Either way, Micah doesn’t seem to want to leave her waiting any longer, because he pulls away from her so he can sit up— again she whines at the loss of his body heat, at the loss of skin against skin, but when Micah grabs her legs so he can fold them back towards her body she suddenly finds nothing to complain about.

She’s felt his hard cock pressing up against her this entire time, just never in the right spot. As he folds her legs back— knowing exactly how flexible she is after seeing her fighting alongside him many times, even if it’s not exactly a well known talent of hers— she feels the press of his cock against her entrance as he positions himself over her.

In this position, with her legs folded up beside her body, she’s about as exposed as she possibly can be— and in very little control of the situation. She doesn’t feel the least bit nervous about it, though, even though she’s wondering what to do with her hands— because she trusts Micah and knows that he would never do anything to hurt her, would never do anything she didn’t want him to do.

And right now, they both very much want him to do the same thing— ram his hard cock into her, fill her up with his seed, and make her a mother as quickly as possible, so that they can start to grow their family.

She tells him as much— whines it out as,

“Please, Micah, please… Don’t leave me waiting any longer.” Now she has a good idea of what to do with her hands— reaching up towards him so she can cup his face, then loop her arms around his neck. “Fill me up… Make me a mother…”

It might have passed for an almost banal attempt at dirty talk in any other context, but the sincerity of it can be felt in Raven’s words. She wants this so bad, and Micah is going to give it to her.

Suddenly, and all at once, without any word of warning— such a contrast to how overwhelmingly gentle he usually is, but he’s been waiting for this just as long as Raven has.

Maybe even longer, considering Micah’s been in love with Raven since before Raven knew how to feel about him, since before she decided to open herself up to trust and come to love this stranger who didn’t even know his own past when he first came to town. How many nights has he spent in this very bed, imagining doing this to her to the tune of his own hand around his cock, furiously jerking himself off? How many times have his thoughts drifted to the idea of the two of them spending their lives together?

All of those thoughts flit through Raven’s mind, but none of them manage to stick around for very long because it’s otherwise far too occupied by the feeling of his cock shoving into her all at once until his balls are pressed right up against her.

“Ah!” Micah is the one who cries out, because Raven’s breath is punched out of her by the sudden feeling, so there’s no way for her to let out the noise that tries to come out. Micah’s head is thrown back in the thralls of pleasure, just from being inside of her hot wet cunt, feeling it clinging around him.

Micah’s cock is far from small, definitely above average, but Raven was already soaking wet— had already been that way since the moment Micah had scooped her up to carry her up the stairs.

“R-Raven… You feel so good…” His voice is strained. It’s unlikely he’s going to last long. Neither of them are. This is their first time, after all— not just together, but ever. They’ve both been saving themselves for exactly the right person.

He doesn’t start thrusting right away. Maybe it’s because he knows he won’t last very long, and wants to give himself a moment to avoid cumming immediately. Maybe it’s because, this being Raven’s first time as well as his own, he wants to give her a moment to adjust to the size. Maybe neither of them are really thinking too hard about any of this because all they can think about is the overwhelming feeling of finally being joined together when they’ve waited and wanted for so long, when everything they could possibly desire is so close both of them can already taste it.

Micah plants his feet solidly on the bed. The feeling of him moving at all, even if he’s doing his best not to pull out of her to let her adjust, still makes Raven shudder and moan and feel like she’s going to burst apart— not from pain, but from pleasure, overwhelmingly so. But he makes sure he has the proper leverage so that as he does start to pull back out, he can keep his hands pressed into her thighs to keep her folded up in the best way for both of them as he starts to pull out.

When he thrusts back in, even though he’s taking things slow to begin with, Raven still feels her breath being punched out of her— she can't even moan or scream to the ceiling the way she wants to because the feeling is just too overwhelming.

Maybe it's the way he's fucking down into her, maybe it's the way he has her folded up. Maybe it's just the fact that they finally get to be together.

Whatever it is, Raven already feels like she's going to fall apart— and they've only just gotten started.

"M-Micah—" Even just getting his name out feels like it takes all of the breath in her body, and seeing the way his face is screwed up tightly with the effort of not completely letting himself devolve into a wild animal just breeding its mate combined with the effort of not putting an end to this early makes her heart beat so hard she thinks it's going to jump right out of her chest.

She reaches up and puts her arms around him. With his eyes closed, Micah isn't expecting it, and he opens them just as she draws him in close— locking her legs around him in the process, so there's really nowhere he can go.

"Please," she gasps, and this time at least she knows exactly what she's asking for.

She loves Micah. She loves that he's trying to be considerate, trying to treat her gently so he doesn't hurt her their first time together. But she needs this more than she's ever needed anything in her entire life.

Micah whines in the back of his throat and swallows heavily. He doesn't ask if she's sure, because he already knows that she is. She wouldn't ask it of him if she wasn't completely sure.

This time when he pulls out— as far as her legs around him will allow him to, at least— and thrusts back in, there's no hint left of being careful or gentle.

This is the purest expression of his feelings for her— this is Micah letting go and fucking her so hard she literally sees stars in her vision from how overwhelmingly good it feels, him thrusting into her so hard she's sure he's going to leave bruises on her ass, that she's not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow. But where else would she go, anyway?

They're married now. They have all the time in the world.

"Ah— R-Raven…!"

She knows from the way he cries out and from the way his thrusts start to become erratic, even harder somehow, that he's about to cum. She's been teetering on the precipice for a while now, not willing to let go until he's properly filled her up— she's not sure if she believes the raunchy stories the other girls whispered to her that if a woman cums at the same time as the man then it means their chances of having a baby will be better but she's also not willing to take any unnecessary chances.

She tightens her grip on him. She’s not letting him go anywhere— not until he gives her exactly what she’s been so desperately craving.

And with a loud cry that surely half the town must have heard, no matter how high up the two of them are or how soundproof the Sharance Tree might be, Micah plunges deep into her and she feels his massive cock twitch inside of her— and then a heat flood into her that makes her moan to the ceiling, crush Micah to her body with her arms and legs wrapped around him, and tips her over the edge as well.

The two of them stay in that pose for a while, catching their breath— Raven thinks she might have blacked out for a few moments because of how intense her orgasm was, and as soon as she loosens her hold on Micah her legs and arms turn into pure noodles that flop down on either side of her on the bed, leaving her lying there spread eagle.

Micah pulls out of here, and she feels his seed start to drip out of her aching hole— but she tightens up her pussy, whining as she clenches, because she feels so very sensitive down there, but she doesn’t want a single drop of it to go to waste.

It has a very important job to be doing, after all.

Micah sits up on his haunches and wipes sweat from his forehead. Raven looks up at him with half lidded eyes as he reaches out to start idly kneading one of her breasts with one hand, just admiring the feeling of it and playing with it without any real intention behind it.

Raven feels like everything in her world right now is absolutely perfect, and there’s only one thing that could make it even more perfect— something that she thinks she and Micah are going to have to work very hard at.

Which is why, after a few moments of the two of them catching their breath, she licks her lips as she looks up at her husband and says,

“So… When do you think you’ll be ready for round two?”

And instantly, Micah falls on her in a passionate kiss.

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Considering how much the two of them made love those first few days after their wedding, it should be no surprise that their union quickly bore fruit. After all, aside from taking breaks to tend to the crops and Micah’s monster friends, just to ensure the farm wasn’t about to collapse under them while the two of them were too preoccupied in each other's arms, they did little for the first week of their marriage aside from fuck— both because the two of them were delighted to be able to take pleasure in each other's bodies and because they had a job to get done and they were going to do it.

And do it they most certainly did.

Their daughter is six months old now. To Raven, she is the most beautiful little girl she has ever laid her eye on. She has her father’s beautiful blonde hair and big blue eyes, and the prettiest smile she’s ever seen.

Having her in her life has been the greatest blessing Raven could possibly ask for, aside from Micah himself, who has taken to the role of fatherhood with aplomb. It’s been an idyllic six months, to be sure. Even when they had their difficulties— like when their little girl refused to sleep more than an hour at a time before waking up in a screaming fit for a full month, and the two of them got used to operating on almost no sleep— Raven never stopped feeling like her life was perfect.

And it certainly hasn’t made her change her mind about wanting a big family. Micah, she knows, feels exactly the same way.

“Did she go down for her nap okay?” Raven asks as Micah descends from the inside of the Sharance Tree down to the fields, where Raven has been tending to the crops— something she never thought of herself doing before she married a farmer, never would have thought she had a delicate enough touch to raise plants, but she has a delicate enough touch to raise a baby so why not some turnips?

“She was fine,” Micah replies, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I think she was all tuckered out from the medicine Marjorie gave us, honestly…”

Raven frowns a little, but shakes her head. Their daughter’s been having terrible pain with her first tooth coming in, and the old witch had very graciously given them an herb mixture to help with the pain that they could put on her gums, which also seemed to make her sleepy.

As long as her child isn’t suffering, Raven is happy. That’s all that really matters.

And at least for once they can rely on her staying down for the full length of her nap instead of waking up in the middle and screaming bloody murder.

It will give them a chance to get some actual work done— though the two of them have been carefully tending to the crops, the field itself has fallen into a bit of a mess, as there just wasn’t time enough for them to worry about both.

“I’ll start over here,” Micah calls, indicating the other field on the other side. Raven nods, although her stomach does a funny little flip.

She adores her daughter more than anything. But since the little girl was born, she and Micah have hardly had any time alone together— and the time that they do have is filled with so much exhaustion and sleep deprivation that it’s hard to find the energy to do anything.

The other mothers, all of them adults with grown children, have laughed— not at her but in sympathy with her— and told her that it’ll get easier as her child gets older. But Raven is, as always when it comes to her husband, impatient.

The task starts normally, of course. Tending to the farm is important, as it’s the source of their lifeblood as a family, and Micah tending the farm is the entire reason they were able to meet and come together in the first place. But Raven can’t help but let her mind wander as they work the field together. As she plucks weeds and collects the wild herbs that seem to sprout up every time they turn their backs, she can’t help but look at Micah out of the corner of her eye.

He’s gotten rid of his shirt because of the heat and the way he’s having to swing the hoe over and over again to clear the field and get it prepared for more planting. The sight of his skin glistening in the light that streams in through the raised roots of the tree is enough to make her mouth go dry.

She quickly shakes her head and gets back to what she was doing. There’s no telling how long their daughter will stay down for her nap, after all. She doesn’t want to take the chance that she’ll wake up and they’ll have to stop in the middle of what they’re doing because she got distracted and wasn’t able to finish in time.

Eventually Micah finishes what he’s doing and wanders over to help her. It’s a little embarrassing, that he finishes so quickly when she’s only about halfway through, but he’s been doing this longer than her; he’s a lot slower when it comes to working the forge than she is, so she supposes that it only makes sense that he would be faster when it comes to farming.

“Here, let me help you with that…”

When Micah crouches down behind her and puts his arms around her so they can both grab the same stubborn weed and pull it up by the roots, Raven feels her head swim. She can smell him, the musk and sweat coming off him as well as the smell that is just so distinctly Micah, and she can’t resist the urge to turn her head and sniff him— just a little.

She quickly stops as soon as she realizes what she’s doing, of course— but either Micah doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care.

“Look, it looks like this one might need a little extra help too…”

They move along, growing close to finishing prepping the fields, but Micah seems far more hands on than he needs to be for a simple task like this— staying right behind her, putting his arms around her to help her pull weeds and so on. When he does the same again, this time lifting his hands so he can cup her breasts at the same time as he leans in to press his face into her neck—

She realizes it’s all been very much on purpose, and her husband’s mind must be in exactly the same place hers has been this whole time.

The gutter.

It doesn’t take long for Micah to abandon any pretense of getting the rest of the work done. Oh well; they’ve done plenty, everything else can wait until another day.

The one thing that can’t wait is the passion bubbling up between the two of them.

“Micah—” Raven gasps as he grasps her breast with more purpose, massaging her firmly even through her clothes. The sensation is still enough to leave her shaking and moaning. It’s been long enough since they last had the chance to do anything more than a little fooling around without either being interrupted by a crying baby or being so exhausted they can’t work up the energy to do anything more— and even though they’re both tired now and have been working the field, leaving their bodies heaving with heavy breaths and covered in sweat, there’s an undeniable buzz to the lust between them that leaves Raven feeling like she has a definite second wind.

“We should go inside,” Micah murmurs right into her throat as he latches onto it, sucking a mark into her neck that sends another shudder down Raven’s spine and makes her moan again.

“We’ll—” She’s interrupted by her own gasp. “W-wake the baby…”

That’s yet another reason they haven’t had a chance to do anything; making love while their daughter is asleep isn’t an option because she’s so quick to wake up at the slightest noise. Another thing the other mothers in town assure her won’t last forever, and eventually their daughter will sleep in her own room and they won’t have to worry about it at all— but for right now, it leaves them with limited options.

Micah doesn’t seem to be letting go of her in spite of that, though. And Raven has an idea, because she’s most certainly not giving up this chance while they have it— a rare moment where they have energy and time to do something with it.

She untangles herself enough from her husband’s grasp— in spite of his protests and her own lack of desire to do so— so she can grab him by the wrist and tug him towards the back of the field.

The Sharance Tree’s roots are open in places, allowing the sunlight that nurtures their crops to filter in, but that also means there’s plenty of chance for people outside to see them. Raven thinks she might be desperate enough to not care, but she doesn’t want to share their passion with anyone else, certainly not a neighbour who has no business witnessing any of it— so she pulls him back to the spot right next to the lumber shed.

It’s a little cramped, a lot dark, and damp in a way that she’s not sure she’s fond of, but all that is inconsequential to her right now. She would endure far worse if it means getting her husband’s cock inside of her— and Micah seems to feel exactly the same way, spinning her around by her shoulders so he can pull her into a passionate kiss.

Raven's hands busy themselves stripping Micah out of his clothes— something she's gotten much better at since their first night together— and Micah doesn't waste any time before stripping her, either.

They might have all the time in the world in the long run, but in the short term they only have as long as their daughter stays napping for, and they both know that historically that's not very long.

Micah goes to guide her down to the ground, but Raven shakes her head as she turns around so she can get on her hands and knees.

"It will be easier like this," she tells him, because of where they are and how much space they have— and also because she feels herself getting wet at the thought of it.

She loves being able to see her beloved's face while the two of them make love, but there's something arousing about getting down on all fours and being fucked like an animal, like a bitch in heat— because that's exactly what she feels like, swaying her hips in sweet temptation as her slick overflows from her dripping cunt, already ready and eager for Micah's cock.

Normally Micah likes to take his time and worship her, even when she's begging him to get on with it, loves to tease her until she's pleading with him to fuck her, but he must understand how limited their time is just as much as she does because he doesn't hesitate to take two great handfuls of her ass and spread her— he pauses only to admire how she's gushing and ready for him, before positioning himself at her entrance.

He doesn't even give her any warning before he thrusts in to the hilt— and even though Raven's breath gets punched out of her with the shock of it, she feels her entire body start to go slack with the relief of having him inside of her.

It’s been too long— she keeps herself up on her hands and knees even though she’s practically shaking with the effort of it, because the way Micah grips her hips and starts fucking her with a brutal pace that makes the sound of skin on skin and the wet noises of his cock pounding her sloppy cunt echo around the farm even as she’s trying to hold back her voice.

“Raaaaven,” Micah moans as he drapes himself across her back. “You feel so good…”

Raven has no idea how he can even focus enough to say anything, let alone a coherent sentence, because all she can do is moan and try (and fail) not to drool all over herself. She wants to tell him how glad she is to have his cock inside of her again, how badly she wants his cum inside of her— but all she can do is shiver and whine as her cunt gushes around her husband’s cock.

Micah’s hands move from her hips. He doesn’t pause or slow down in his punishing pace, although he hits new and interesting parts inside of her from this angle that leave her feeling like she’s going to end up falling face-first into the dirt and not even care because it feels so good— but he has a purpose in moving his hands, and that purpose is to cup her breasts.

Micah has been obsessed with her tits from the first moment he got his hands on them. Raven has never been one to complain— wouldn’t dream of it, in fact. She’s overwhelmed with joy knowing that he enjoys her body as much as she enjoys his, and especially since the birth of their first daughter, knowing that the changes her body has gone through hasn’t done anything to lessen his enjoyment of it.

The way he sinks his fingers into her boobs with a grip that borders on painful makes her let out a warbling moan, and the more noises she lets out, the faster Micah’s hips snap and she can feel his balls slapping against her with every thrust.

The other thing that Micah has become completely obsessed with since the first time they got their hands on each other on their wedding night is leaving her with marks.

It’s a little embarrassing, in some ways. Not because she worries about people judging her or making comments— any time someone has spotted one they’ve just laughed and asked her if she enjoys being a newlywed, or nowadays they make comments that having a child has obviously not cooled the flames of her and Micah’s passion. Being the centre of attention like that is what can be embarrassing at times… But the fact that Micah loves making it obvious to the whole town, the whole world, that she belongs to him and him alone?

How could she ever want him to stop?

Which is why she knows exactly what’s coming when she feels him pressing kisses up the back of her neck and down one shoulder, using his nose to get her hair out of the way to leave him with a perfect canvas for him to sink his teeth into.

“Ahhh!” Raven throws her head back at how hard Micah bites her. Not because it hurts— it does, a little, but the pleasure thrumming through her body quickly turns that pain into just more fuel for her cunt to gush around her husband’s powerful cock— but because she doesn’t expect it. Every time they fuck it’s like Micah becomes an entirely different person, his soft and gentle personality making way for something more animal, something that wants to bite and fuck and claim his mate as he breeds her good and proper and fills her up with his babies.

Raven loves it, and she knows full well that she’s not going to last long like this— she already feels her stomach tying itself into knots, feels her breathing become erratic, and she doesn’t even have time to warn Micah that she’s about to cum before she finds herself letting out a loud noise that’s more animal than human (everyone outside definitely heard them that time) as her pussy clenches around him.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she feels herself falling face first to the ground, unable to hold herself up by her own power anymore— but Micah’s arms around her, in spite of the fact that he’s supporting his own weight at an awkward position as his thrusts become smaller but no less powerful (more like he’s humping her than fucking her, and oh, isn’t that a thought to go along with what she just said about her husband being more beast than man when he gets his cock inside of her), are more than enough to keep her held up.

It shows just how strong he really is, and that thought is also enough to make her cum again— it hits her out of nowhere and literally steals the breath from her lungs, and this time the overwhelming pleasure of it is enough to make her black out.

Only for a second or two, she thinks, because she wakes up to Micah’s rhythm becoming erratic as his teeth dig even deeper into her flesh in order to muffle the harsh cry he lets out as he presses his hips flush to her ass and empties himself into her, flooding her with the kind of heat that makes her whine.

Even though she’s only barely managed to wake herself up, she still has enough wherewithal as he pulls out— slowly, carefully, still managing to pull at her in a way that makes her oversensitive body feel like she’s being electrocuted— to clench tightly and ensure none of his semen escapes.

It’s meant to fertilize her, not the damp soil that nourishes their crops, after all.

Micah drapes himself over her body, breathing heavily, but that doesn’t stop him from laying kisses all over her back— even dragging his tongue across her like he’s drinking in the taste of her sweat.

“Raven, that was—” Micah is out of breath, but he doesn’t even get to finish his question before a sudden noise cuts through the afterglow and even from where she is on the ground barely able to move Raven forces her head to turn in the direction of the entrance to her home.

It’s the sound of a baby crying— her baby, who must have woken up from her nap and found herself alone and started wailing her little heart out.

A mother’s natural instinct takes over, and she truly can’t just lay there and listen to her baby crying no matter how much her legs don’t want to work— but she doesn’t even have a chance to try (and probably fail) getting to her feet before Micah manages it with only a slight wobble and leans down.

“Looks like playtime is over,” he says, with both a laugh and a wistful fondness in his voice as he oh so carefully rolls her over and then proceeds to scoop her right up into his arms as effortlessly as if he were lifting a pillow or a doll.

Raven’s face is already bright red from their fucking, thankfully, so Micah can’t see how embarrassed she is— and yet as she finds herself carried in her husband’s arms up to their living quarters so they can tend to their crying daughter, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“No, please, don’t worry about us in the least! The two of you deserve a day to enjoy yourselves.”

“We’re really grateful for this, Shara. Thank you so much.”

“Yes… Thank you.”

Shara is all smiles as she holds their son in her arms and their daughter clings to her leg. Raven can see the nervousness in her little girl’s eyes— although it takes a village to raise a child and their friends and neighbours have more than stepped up to the task, and both of their children are comfortable with all of them now, this will be the first time the two of them have really been away from them for any significant amount of time.

Sure, it’s just one afternoon. The children will be fine with their auntie Shara for one afternoon, and she and Micah absolutely need some time to themselves.

Not only because the work of both parenting and farming is difficult and they need the break (courtesy of Shara watching their children and their monster friends tending to the farm), but because a different need has been building up inside of them for a while.

Their youngest is a year and a half now, their daughter is nearing three, and though Raven’s second pregnancy coming so soon after her first had been difficult, the two of them knew that they were ready now for their third.

They were not only excited for the chance to grow their family even more… But with two children to take care of and a farm to run, the amount of chances they had to be alone were few and far between and the amount of time they had during those few chances were slim.

Raven’s body aches as much for her husband’s cock as it does for his seed, and it’s gotten past the point where she’s very good at hiding it.

The picnic date was Micah’s idea, and Shara had been all too happy to offer to watch the kids for an afternoon, saying that with how hard the two of them had been working lately it was only fair that they get to have some time alone together. Raven isn’t sure whether Shara’s double entendre was intentional when she had said that, but as the two of them wave goodbye to their kids while heading off down the path with a picnic basket on Micah’s arm and a comfortable blanket thrown over Raven’s shoulder, she can’t be too embarrassed about it.

Not when she’s too busy being excited about what’s to come.

Raven and Micah have wandered the areas outside of town quite a bit, before the two of them were married. Since settling down with the kids they’ve been doing less of that. Micah still goes out to the monster village sometimes, since he is the one responsible for brokering peace between the two towns, but they don’t go adventuring like they used to. They’re pretty content to just stay at home taking care of their little ones and tending to the farm and spending time with their friends.

But the outskirts of town are the sort of place that not many other people go. It doesn’t really get dangerous until you get past all of the signs warning people to stay away; that’s where the monsters who don’t take too kindly to people roam, or the monsters who are little more than animals and will instinctively attack people if they think they’re in any kind of danger. Most people just stay away, aside from Daria, or people who are specifically going into those areas looking for something.

Raven doesn’t feel nervous following Micah into those places to the little quiet nook they found, a clearing surrounded by trees that lets dappled sunlight spill in through the gaps and is set up just right to let a nice breeze blow through. Not only does she know Micah is more than experienced enough to keep them both safe, she’s never been helpless herself, although she’s never enjoyed fighting monsters— Micah doesn’t either, but he will if he needs to.

But out in the sort of places where you start to wonder if maybe you do need to have a weapon close at hand in case a wayward goblin decides to crash the party… That’s exactly the sort of place the two of them know they won’t be disturbed and they’ll be able to get some good, proper alone time.

Raven spreads out the blanket on the grassy forest floor, and Micah sets the picnic basket down on it. The picnic was just a pretense to get out and have some alone time, of course, but that doesn’t mean her husband still hasn’t put his all into the lunch he packed for the two of them, and that means she’s going to enjoy every last bite of it. And even though what she wants more than anything is the intimacy of making love in this quiet, isolated place, the fact of the matter is— they haven’t gotten to have any time alone together as a couple, without their kids, in a long time.

Not that Raven is complaining! She adores her son and daughter more than anything, and she’s eager to give them another little sibling— one that will make her and Micah’s vision of a perfect family complete, at least until the two of them decide they want to try for a fourth.

But as the two of them sit and eat the lunch that Micah made in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s company, she realizes that the reason her family is so perfect is because it’s the joining of her and Micah— and it’s important for the two of them to have some time to themselves, and not just because of the heat building up in their bodies.

Of course, that revelation isn’t going to stop her from getting to what they truly came here for— and before long, as the two of them are lying there enjoying the nice breeze and the warm sunlight, Micah pushes himself up onto his elbows and leans over to her.

“Raven,” he says, his voice soft because he doesn’t need to speak up, unlike when he’s usually trying to be heard over their children or the sounds of their farm in the full swing of a day or their happy neighbours, “I want to do something I haven’t done in a while…”

That could mean a lot of things, but Raven doesn’t have to ask what it is. She knows that her husband knows her well enough to know what she likes and doesn’t like, and that Micah would never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable. So she just nods, and Micah smiles at her as he reaches out to lightly massage her breast through her shirt— making her let out a soft sigh— before his hand starts to drift lower.

Micah drifts down with it, sliding himself down her body as his hand roams until he’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugging them down. She’s not wearing any underwear, because, well— she knew what the two of them would be doing, so she figured she really didn’t need to worry about wearing any.

Micah lets out a contented noise even though he should have known full well what to expect, but as Raven helps him strip her of her pants, he places his hands on her thighs and encourages her to spread her legs so he can slot himself in between them.

This is something that Micah has always enjoyed— getting his mouth on her, being able to drink in her juices, being able to taste her on his tongue as he laps at her wet slit. He knows all of the spots that drive her crazy, knows exactly what movements and rhythm to use— dragging his tongue along the length of her slit before rolling it in perfect, almost overwhelming circles around her clit, sliding his tongue into her hole and fucking her with it slow and gentle, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard until she feels like she’s going to lose her mind.

Of course, he takes his time with her. He always likes to do that, even when she’s practically kicking him, telling him to hurry up. She doesn’t do that this time— even when she knows that he’s trying to rile her up, she does her best to just relax, to lay back and reach down to run her fingers through his hair which is always as soft as his wool somehow. She keeps her neck craned so she can see him— it starts to hurt after a little while, but she can’t help but admire the look on his face, his eyes closed and eyelashes fluttering in pure bliss, as though he enjoys eating her out every bit as much as she enjoys having it done. She can’t help but laugh— a manic sort of giggle that works its way out of her because she can’t believe this man that she married, and because it feels so good that the energy inside of her has nowhere else to go as she cards her fingers gently through his hair.

He takes his taste of her, as though she’s his dessert for the delicious meal they just shared together, but she can tell he’s getting ready for the main course when he slides a hand in so he can get his fingers into her— just one at first, slow and prodding and searching for that spot inside of her that will make sparks appear in her eyes and make her cry out heedless of who might come looking (and in this case the person who might come looking would not be a person at all but a curious monster, which neither of them particularly want, but Raven can tell Micah simply doesn’t care), until eventually it’s joined by a second.

With two fingers inside of her, Micah clearly decides that it’s time for him to get serious, because he starts fucking her with them properly— not exploratory, clearly on a mission, and the way his tongue flicks across her clit feels so good she almost tells him to stop because it feels too good and she’s afraid she’s going to completely lose her mind in the process.

Raven feels her body being drawn as tight as a bowstring and she doesn’t even have the breath in her to give Micah any kind of a warning— not that he needs one, knowing her body as well as he does and knowing exactly how he can get it to do what he wants it to do. He knows it so well, in fact, that he lays his free arm across her stomach— and when she starts arching up, trying to get his mouth on her in exactly the right spot or get his fingers deeper or just searching for something even if she can’t figure out what that something is, he presses down with his strength to keep her right where he wants her.

The cry she lets out when she cums for the first time (and she knows it’s only the first time, that he has plenty of tricks left in store for her, that he intends to make the most of the time the two of them have together before they have to go back to their cozy domesticity) is sure to be the kind that attracts attention— but she truly doesn’t care.

Micah continues eating her out as her orgasm starts to fade, and when he starts to push her into the territory of oversensitive she uses the fingers in his hair to pull him off of her, which he resists for only a moment— giving her a cheeky grin as he lifts his face from between her legs with his mouth still covered in her juices. And then, as one last thing to remind her— or to remind him, or perhaps to remind both of them— of just how much he enjoys doing this, he leans in and latches his lips onto her inner thigh, sucking a mark on her there that no one but the two of them will ever get to see, as obsessed with marking her and claiming her as his own as he ever was even though there should be absolutely no doubt in his mind by this point.

He licks his lips as he pushes himself up to his elbows, and she can tell from the way he’s crawling up towards her what he’s planning on doing— sliding into her while she’s wet and fucked open from his tongue and his fingers, still loose and relaxed from her orgasm, and being able to lay himself over top of her and worship her body to his heart’s content.

Even though she’s covered in stretch marks and her breasts are not nearly as perky as they were two kids ago, Micah still acts like she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on— and the way he says it and the way he looks at her makes it impossible for her not to believe it, even if there are moments where she feels like it most definitely can’t be true.

But she has another idea, and as Micah crawls up her body, she puts a hand on his chest.

“Lie down,” she says softly, because Micah had something in mind that he hasn’t gotten to do for a while— and she has something in mind that she hasn’t gotten to do for a while, too.

Micah blinks, then realizes what she wants from him— and then he’s all too happy to crawl over so he can lie down on the blanket on his back while she pushes herself up onto slightly shaky legs and moves to straddle him.

She’s still feeling loose in the muscles as well, but Raven isn’t about to let that stop her from taking hold of her husband’s cock— stroking it a few times, to tease him and to help take the edge off, because as much as she wants him to cum inside of her again she doesn’t want this to end immediately. Not that she thinks either of them are going to last long, because even though she just came she still feels that heat bubbling inside of her, Micah always the master of making her cum so many times she can’t walk straight afterwards.

She holds Micah in place so she can sink down on him— slowly, taking all of him in until their hips are pressed together, and both of them tilt their heads back to moan to the sky.

“Raven… I can’t believe, after all this time…” Micah moans again. “You really are still as beautiful as the day we met…”

“S-stop,” she says, embarrassed, but she doesn’t really mean it, and she knows that Micah knows she doesn’t mean it.

She doesn’t want him to stop. She never wants him to stop telling her how much he loves her. It’s just… Overwhelming, at times, to be reminded of it so openly.

“It’s true,” Micah says insistently, as she sits there, letting both of them adjust— her to his cock inside of her, him to her wet heat— and then Micah finds something to do with his hands, which have been sitting by his side this whole time, as he reaches up to take hold of her breasts, massaging them. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too,” she says, a response so ingrained in her it’s automatic, not that she means it any less than she ever has. But she whines in the back of her throat as soon as she lifts herself up, slowly, then drops herself back down— pulling another cry from both of them.

The two of them have waited long enough; unlike her husband, Raven has no intentions of taking this slow.

As she fucks herself on his cock, raising herself up and dropping herself down, Raven watches the way Micah’s eyes follow the bouncing of her breasts— and the way he bites his lip as he starts to get closer and closer to his own peak. When she can feel his massive cock start twitching inside of her, she knows that he’s not going to last much longer— and not wanting to risk missing out on any of it, she reaches down to frantically rub at her clit, ignoring the fact that she’s still feeling quite sensitive from cumming on his tongue.

So far, the trick of cumming at the same time has worked for her every time— and if it’s not broken, don’t fix it, right?

She leans forward and plants her free hand on his chest as she fucks herself with reckless abandon, and when he cries out and thrusts up into her and spills inside of her, Raven tumbles over the same edge after him— and she can’t keep herself held up anymore, tipping forward until Micah wraps her up in his arms and pulls her to his chest.

His cock is still inside of her, and she can feel it starting to soften, but she likes it— this feeling of being connected to him, their sweaty skin pressed against each other in every way they can manage.

There are no words between the two of them— because there don’t need to be.

Both of them know exactly what the other is thinking right now; that they’re happy to be there, quietly enjoying each other’s company in each other's arms—

And that the two of them are going to make absolutely sure that his seed has taken. Even if that means this is how the two of them are going to spend their entire afternoon before they return to town and collect their two children.

The last thing either of them is going to do is complain about that idea, though.

“Wow! The three of you make a really good-looking family, did you know that?”

Carmen whistles as the five of them walk into the restaurant, and Collette giggles.

Raven is used to it by now. After all, Micah and her are the only young couple in town— and even though they’re not quite so young now as they once were, the point still stands.

She definitely doesn’t feel as young as she was, even though she knows there’s still plenty of life ahead of her— ahead of both of them. She’s carrying her youngest daughter on her hip while the girl tries her best to shove her entire fist into her mouth. Micah is carrying their middle child, their shy son, on his arm; their eldest daughter is clinging to both of their hands between them.

Blaise greets them from behind the counter and tells them to make themselves comfortable, which they do. Raven and Micah make sure all of their children are comfortable and settled before he comes to take their order. Raven listens to a story her eldest is telling her with the same sort of rapt attention she would give any adult, even though it’s one of those long rambling kid stories where they’ll forget about what they’re saying halfway through telling it.

She catches Micah’s eye from across the table, and he turns his attention away from their daughter for long enough to give her a smile that melts her heart— especially when she looks around the table and sees the beautiful family the two of them have created together.

Truly, Raven could never even begin to imagine a more beautiful life for herself.