Dead End 2: Deathly Di-Di-Doo Ch. 26-LEWD (Patreon)

[Marital Battle]

— Sean Caine (Reincarnated Aspect of Cain, Currently) —

My wife was an Archangelic revelation: strength in beauty and beauty in strength.

She was also, currently, rather insistent about making up for lost time. It was an enthusiasm born of my abrupt incarnation as the Cain she’d known, loved, married, and lost.

I didn’t know exactly what was going on with myself, other than it being a… slight complication of my Aspecting, but at the moment, it really couldn’t matter less.

Sean Caine or just Cain, every incarnation of me agreed that there were more important things to focus on.

“A-Ahn~! C-Caine?!” Gabriel moaned, exclaiming my name in euphoric surprise.

I ran a hand down her curves. Her skin was soft and warm. The lines I traced could’ve put outright fertility goddesses to shame. In the life we’d shared, they had.

Gabriel had dragged me by the hand, wings fluttering with excitement behind her, all the way to our soon-to-be-renewed (again) marital bed.

As soon as we’d gotten a modicum of privacy, she was casting off her clothes as if they’d personally offended her need to be close to me.

Her usual sundress was thrown to the wind — white purity becoming an obstacle that couldn’t be tolerated. It wasn’t a graceful stripping. Gabriel had gotten herself stuck in the hem of her dress when she tried to whip it off over her head. Her breasts and wings hadn’t helped.

For a few seconds, my wife had struggled this way and that against the ‘evil!’ garment. But even without grace, I’d been too stunned by the view to help.

Gabriel wore nothing under her usual sundress. Her body’s supernatural perfection didn’t need the support, and in a strange twist of innocence, Gabriel seemed to think that panties were lewder than going all natural.

Long legs shifted from foot to foot, wiggling the flared hips atop them in the process. Naked lower lips — plump as a peach and shimmering just as deliciously — peeked between her rubbing thighs, and even from the front, I could see her soft ass bouncing as she made little hops to get free of the sundress-trap of her own making.

“Caine! Caine, help me; I’m stuck, Husband!”

It genuinely took an effort of will to move to help her and stop the show. The beaming smile Gabriel gave me when her head was freed and she was fully naked was worth it, though.

As was the rest of the view — Gabriel’s holy venus tummy and, of course, the most perfect tits in at least one ‘verse.

She snatched up my hand again and dragged me the rest of the way to bed, still beaming. The way her tits jiggled as she moved and the bouncing ‘pep’ in her step when she turned away from me had me hypnotized — only able to follow, and all too willing to.

Not even the ‘napping’ Old Shipper could’ve pulled me away from His daughter in that moment. In fact…

I didn’t think He would peek. Gabriel and I were His OTP, true, but He was a shipper, not a perverse voyeur. I threw up an ever-Changing screen around our marital bed with an Aspecting application, anyway. Just to be sure.

At the same time, I ‘Changed’ away my clothes to match Gabriel’s nudity. There would be no ‘modest distance’ between us in our marital bed.

I turned back to the moment at hand — literally, with Gabriel still holding mine in hers. She set herself on the edge of the bed and sat watching me. The love in her eyes was a physical force that drew me in.

I fell upon my wife, whispering our word in rapturous praise as I did, “Perfect… Perfect… Perfect~… You’ve grown soft, Gabriel.”

That was when she moaned and exclaimed my name in surprise. She blushed from her cheeks down to the tops of her tits. I made it my mission to kiss every inch of flushed skin.

Still, she wouldn’t let my comment slide without a pout. “S-Soft, Caine? You… You can’t just say that to a woman-…”

“Perfectly soft,” I assured her.

Where she sat at the edge of the bed, I knelt before her in supplication; Gabriel’s blush deepened. I touched her as I spoke, running worshipful fingers over shivering skin from bottom to top.

Long legs — smooth and strong — were caressed with whole palms to maximise contact. Gabriel had always been statuesque. She was the Might of God. She was built for war. But now, there was a layer of plush padding over muscles that were stronger than any supernatural steel.

My hands stopped at the flanks of her thighs. The softness I praised spilled over my fingers as I squeezed.

“Peace has been good to you. It’s a relief to see after how long we spent at war,” I said.

“This softness?” I asked, squeezing her thighs again. “It’s a sign that you’ve been doing well, Gabriel, and that matters to me more than anything else.”

My hands traced higher, following the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist. One made a detour there, falling to press upon Gabriel’s venus tummy. Just below the painfully attractive pouch of womanly fertility, I felt more steel.

“Soft doesn’t mean weak; it means healthy. It means settling and shifting gears, growing past the trials that once hardened you. It means…”

I trailed off as my hands trailed higher to cup her breasts. They were magnificently heavy in my hands, and softer than any cloud. I could’ve borne their weight for eons without complaint.

I drove home my point with our word, whispered as a promise. “It means perfection, Wife.” 

Gabriel stared down at me with a nigh-holy fire in her eyes, love and lust fed by my praising promise that I loved her anyway she was. The tits in my hands heaved with excitement — ‘quakes of the flesh that rocked her body all the way to the brink, already.

Through the fire I’d sparked, she could only manage four words; the moment I heard them from her lips, they became my everything.

“Need you, Caine-! Now!”

I laughed. I grinned. I wholeheartedly agreed with her plea for more contact, more intimacy, more us.

“How could any man deny his wife after hearing a request like that?”

Still kneeling in supplication, my hands fell back to her thighs. I hefted her closer on the edge of the bed. My head dipped towards the glorious valley upon her chest. With slightly parted lips, I laid kisses across the supple, soft, perfect flesh I loved.

Immediately, Gabriel’s head was thrown back in pleasure. She exclaimed it in a breathy sigh that came as steam in the air, so primed was the furnace at her core.

Her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling my head closer. She never wanted me to leave, never wanted me to stop touching her. I was more than happy to oblige. Peppering kisses turned to slow, lavishing hickeys that left pure skin colored with my claim.

My lips dipped lower, finding her nipples, each in turn.

The poor things were hiding when I started, inverted by the sheer size of her breasts. I set about teasing them out. Gentle suckling was directed to one nipple, and then the other.

Gabriel let out a keening whine as the sensitive peaks were pulled from their shells. Her body jolted against me — only for a shocked moment — before her back arched and she pushed her chest into my care.

I left her tits perfectly complete, bare and flushed and ready.

“Caine… Oh, Caine, how can I~…?” Gabriel asked, unable to put the whole question together.

“Just lie back,” I told her. “Let me take care of you to start. I know you want your own chance, too. It’ll come. We have all night, and a million more if you’ll have me.”

“As if that was ever in doubt~!” Gabriel exclaimed, giggling.

I coaxed her back onto the bed, still kneeling below her. My lips descended her perfect softness, leaving yet more kisses in their wake. Down heaving breasts and a tensing tummy, I found myself at her core, looking up into her eyes.

Gabriel didn’t want to lie flat on her back. She didn’t want to be a dead fish. She didn’t want to take her eyes off me. If she couldn’t see how determined I was to lavish her with worship to begin with, she would’ve already seized me and flipped our positions to return the favor.

I couldn’t have that — not yet. Just as Gabriel hadn’t gotten enough time with Cain our first time around, the reverse was also true. This Archangel that I’d pined after for at least a millennium — chasing perfection and wallowing in the fact that I didn’t think I deserved it — hadn’t been explored and charted nearly well enough.

I wanted to touch every inch of her body and commit every one to memory. I wanted to draw out every reaction I could from her — every ‘O’ of her lips, every noise that escaped, and every twitch that made her press closer to me. Even more than I already did, I wanted to know my wife, carnally and completely.

The vulva that greeted me at her core quite literally sparkled. Her mons was flushed and puffy, and her outer lips hid the treasure within, almost sealed against each other.

I took a moment — and an eternity — to enjoy the view. Gabriel, looking down her body at me between her legs, whined.

“C-Caine…! D-Don’t look so closely-!”

“Denied.”

She tilted her hips, trying to draw me in. I wasn’t too proud to admit it worked. Keeping my eyes locked to hers, I let my mouth fall.

The first kiss, my lips to hers, made Gabriel flush even deeper. She didn’t avert her eyes from mine for a second, though. I worked my way around her outer lips before dipping my tongue low and deep to part them bottom to top.

That made Gabriel twitch — perfectly. I told her as much, whispering the words against her pussy.

“Perfect~…”

I lapped higher, circling her hidden clit but never touching it directly. My tongue stroked her inner lips. Tension built within her whole body. I reached one hand higher, loath to leave her soft thighs even if I knew my soft goal would be just as worth touching. That questing hand came to rest upon her lower abdomen, the perfect pouch there.

Ever so slightly, I applied pressure. At the same time, I finally let my lips fall upon the hood of her clit — a gentle kiss first, and then a suction that was just as gentle.

Gabriel bucked against my pressing hand and my nursing lips. Her head fell back once more. She moaned in rapture — heavenly bells meant for my ears alone. In her thighs, the muscles beneath the softness went nearly rigid, and her legs jumped onto my shoulders to interlock behind my head and pull me deeper.

I dove in fully from there, setting a speaking rhythm as I lapped silent words of love and praise upon her inner and outer lips; tonguing taps to her hooded clit were saved for the punctuation.

‘My Archangelic Wife, savior of my murderous soul.’

‘No matter how many lives I lived, I never forgot ours.’

‘Oh, I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I ever had to leave. We should’ve had so much more time together. Now, we will.’

‘Perfect: from that first moment you laid your head on my lap. Perfect: over the hard years of war when peace was a dream we kept to ourselves and the chance for love was even more distant. Perfect: when finally we got our time. Perfect: when you lost me. Perfect: when we found each other again. Perfect: then, now, and forevermore…’

Gabriel’s back arched higher and higher with each sentence my tongue wrote into her sensitive flesh. She raised herself from her elbows to her hands, leaning all of her weight onto me. Sitting on my face. She did so without shame, too caught up in praise and pleasure to care about ‘crushing’ me.

Soft thighs squeezed around my ears, tight enough to shatter me if I were mortal and send me off to Didi with a wet smile on my face.

Her body quivered and shook. Her moans came faster and louder. My monologue into her pussy was building to climactic applause.

The first dam didn’t so much break as wholly disintegrate. Building tension rushed out of her body in the span of a breath. Sweet ambrosia — Essence de Gabriel — flooded my tongue, and I drank deep as she came apart at the seams.

“H-Husband!” Gabriel almost sobbed.

Her wings fluttered her all the way off the bed. Her ear-squeezing thighs took me with her. For an amusing moment, we were just flying through Gabriel’s first orgasm. Then, she regained some semblance of thought, and without missing another beat, dragged me up onto the bed with her.

I caught a glimpse of her face — just one. The loving, lusting fire in her eyes hadn’t been quenched in the slightest. My praising her to disintegration had only fueled it higher.

When I landed, she took the initiative and shifted our position. I lay beneath her; she spun on my face so we were inverted in a 69.

“Y-You as well, Caine-! I won’t let myself be a poor partner to you!” She exclaimed.

“Never. You could lay still and just let me worship you, and that still wouldn’t be the case,” I replied, still speaking into her lower lips.

Gabriel shuddered with an orgasmic aftershock. “I-I won’t, though! We are husband and wife! Partners in everything! I will not allow myself such a weak showing!”

A tentative hand wrapped around my standing cock, and she continued. “That said… I recognize that my skills on this battlefield may be… lax. We only had one night together, and I’ll be honest, it’s something of a blur in my senses. Perfect, still, but… I may need some practice if I hope to rival you in the arena of our marital bed, Caine.”

“Sex is usually best as a cooperative effort,” I told her.

“But you do not deny that it is a battlefield!”

“Oh, it is. In many ways. But we’re ‘fighting’ side by side, not against each other.”

“Mm, good. I prefer fighting by your side, Husband. Still-! There is room for cooperative competition, no? I won’t lose! I won’t let us lose! The Might of God, Wife of Caine, will adapt to this new battlefield! Prepare yourself-!”

“I’m always prepared for you.”

I couldn’t see Gabriel’s face as she faced down my cock, but I could imagine it. With her declaration, it would be bearing an expression of determination. She would be assessing her ‘foe’ and strategizing how best to ‘attack’. It was how she approached all of her battles as the Might of God; this new battle as the Wife of Caine wouldn’t be any different. Still, even with such a mighty weapon arrayed against her, I knew she would face it head-on. I wasn’t disappointed. Gabriel sent a probing charge to test my defenses.

Soft and strong hands practically cradled my shaft between them as Gabriel rested her elbows on my thighs and the lower half of her perfect body on my face.

She gave me a slow, testing stroke — all the way up and all the way down. Excited shivers followed her touch, racing down the nerves of my shaft and up my spine to tingle at the base of my brain.

Settling one of her hands at the base of my cock, she leaned it forward to meet her lips. It was simple and sweet, almost innocent — perfectly, electrifyingly so. Then, mirroring my previous efforts with less experience but no less enthusiasm, her tongue came out to taste me.

She licked the head of my cock like a lollipop.

She traced her tongue around the ridge.

She searched for the spots that made me twitch beneath her.

And, satisfied with her ‘scouting’, she opened her mouth to engulf and encircle-

Then, I reminded her that the ‘enemy’ gets an action, too.

I slapped her ass to disrupt her flank and pulled her more fully onto my face as it jiggled. The interruption of her ‘encirclement’ made Gabriel jump and instinctively grind against my renewed assault. I countercharged right into her clit, seizing it between my nipping lips and sucking firmly.

Gabriel froze on top of me, her whole body tense. Half of my cock head was in her mouth; she couldn’t find the ‘morale’ to follow through on that charge as her proverbial battle line was shattered against mine.

I gripped the perfect cleavage of her thigh where it met her hip and pulled her deeper still. Gabriel lost that round in moments.

My prize was another flood of heavenly ambrosia from Gabriel’s gushing quim. I looted as only a victor could.

As soon as she recovered from my countercharge, Gabriel retreated from the field of battle. She sprang off my face and spun atop me. I smirked at her, regaining a hold on the flare of her hips. She straddled mine, with my cock hugged by the crack of her ass, and pouted down at me.

“A-A tactical retreat, that’s all! We shall rally!” She declared.

“A cavalry charge might gain you ground against such a hardened foe,” I advised.

“Cavalry?” Gabriel cocked her head adorably. “Oh, cavalry! Yes!”

My wife had already firmly mounted me. Now, she set herself up to ride.

The moment she raised herself up, my cock fell into alignment with her perfectly primed pussy as if their connection was the natural state of the world.

Streaks of heat dripped down my shaft as Gabriel’s anticipation overflowed. Plump outer lips kissed the tip, parting just so…

And then Gabriel set herself off at a gallop without any hesitation.

She pushed herself halfway down my length; we sounded off in unison. Archangelic pussy gripped me. Inner walls fluttered like Gabriel’s wings, just about in sync. Gabriel didn’t stop with the initial stretch, raising herself back to the tip and sinking deeper with the next stride.

She fought to find her riding rhythm, breathing hard with focus as much as pleasure. “Like-haaah~… Like this, Husband…? Am I getting it?”

I groaned, “Oh, you’re getting it, alright-!”

Gabriel smiled through moans of her own. “I’m-! I-ah-hnnaah~! I’m getting it!”

Her pace was punishing in the best way. Grippy, gushy pussy clung to me up and down. Her ass slapped against my thighs and hip as she hit her full stride, taking all of me with insatiable ease. The fullest filling only drove Gabriel faster.

She planted her palms on my chest for leverage, really ‘getting it’ now. Her back was straight — arched, even, as she pounded pleasure into herself — and her working thighs made her a riding machine.

My head fell back on the bed. I had to bite my fist to keep from shouting outright. The slick squelches between us gave me life, and love, and lust. It was exactly as we should be — husband and wife so carnally intertwined. Gabriel was going to win this round. I already knew it. I could feel her victory approaching in every all-encompassing descent and every dragging ascent; downstrokes swallowed me whole, and upstrokes let me go with delicious friction to start the whole riding cycle over again.

In terms of the friendly battle between us, the ‘wall of spears’ I’d arranged against Gabriel’s cavalry charge had faltered and broken immediately as the pounding of a thousand heavily armored hooves bore down on it.

I was in rout now, desperately clinging to any composure I could muster as a commander. Gabriel’s cavalry surged straight through my lines and deep into the core of my formation. There, she wreaked havoc with clenching walls and dripping enthusiasm.

She chased her own pleasure in the charge as much as she drove me to the first peak of mine; rousing moans and steaming breaths escaped from her lips as she rode like an Archangel from Heaven descending to war.

The Might of God, Wife of Caine, was created to be a quick study in any kind of warfare — the ‘battle’ between husband and wife was no exception. His strongest soldier was now mine, and she’d set out for victory in this charge.

Looking up at her, I could see the focus in her eyes as she put her newest battle tactic to best use. She was beautiful like this. Perfect.

It was too much. Watching her perfect face — so insatiably excited and rapturously focused and lovingly committed to our battle — as she charged was the final lance in the army of my body.

“Fuck-! Wife!”

The shout that escaped me was strained to the brink. It was followed, immediately, by my hands finding desperate holds on her riding hips and pulling her down to fully seat her upon my cock, her steed.

She bent over me, arms coming up beside my head. I buried my face in her hanging breasts, embraced by perfection above and below. My cock throbbed, and my core tensed as I surrendered within her.

The not-so-proverbial white flag was waved, and it was waved deep inside her. Gabriel tightened as I exploded into her depths, laying my sword at the feet of her commanding womb. The fires of glorious defeat surged up my shaft. They filled her until they spilled over where we were connected so intimately.

“O-Oh, Husband-!” Gabriel exclaimed.

Her flesh quivered against mine. Her walls clenched as if to strike me down for good and make sure my surrender was true. Her victorious cunt clung to my defeated cock, milking her rightful ‘loot’ from the field of battle between us.

After what felt like minutes, Gabriel somewhat relaxed in her victory. She would be preening, I knew. Not in a smug way, and never in an insufferable one, but she likely thought she’d won the night with that.

I sat up, still buried with the tip of my cock against her now-flooded womb. Gabriel was just a bit slow on the uptake, even as her arms naturally fell around my neck and she held me close.

Our bodies remained all but glued together, and I flexed my rallying cock within her. She jumped with the flex. Without any more guidance, she found herself grinding deep and slow and sensual.

Back and forth, she explored our connection like that. Grinding where we were wedded deepest, she pushed her clit up and down the base of my shaft.

“Don’t think you’ve won tonight’s war with that,” I warned, murmuring into her neck with my voice low and rumbling.

Gabriel shivered. Before she could ask what I meant by that, I broke our embrace by just a foot, just enough so I had space to reach down for perfection. I held her still in my lap with just my cock while my hands took hold of the most perfect tits in existence. She was impaled — pierced and stuck — and now, ‘infantry’ came to get their hands dirty.

Just one of her breasts overfilled my palm. I cupped one and held it in place as the grinding march began. The other I raised to my lips, taking her sensitive nipple between my lips to nip and nibble at.

The slow press of ‘infantry’ shocked Gabriel more than any sudden charge could’ve. Gabriel and Caine, Husband and Wife; there were only ‘boots on the ground’ between us, duking it out in close-quarters combat over mere inches of perfection.

Gabriel moaned. Her tits heaved and shuddered with the sound. A hand grasped the back of my neck, ensuring my mouth couldn’t leave the frontline.

As if retreat was even an option in my mind at this point…

I sucked and savored. Sweat left salt on my tongue. Pillowy perfection all but flowed into my mouth.

All the while, below, Gabriel ground herself upon my cock, as deep as she could physically go.

Her shudders and shivers grew rhythmically frequent. Every press of her clit, every gulp of my lips; Gabriel chased sensation without the shame a fool might expect from an Archangel, for we were married, and it was only right that a wife could sit full and worshipped upon her husband’s perfect cock.

She drove herself to another edge in that close-quarters crunch. As she reached her limit, she began to bounce in earnest, and she drew my lips from her tit to lock with hers.

The kiss sealed her defeat for that round. Gabriel’s eyes tried to close; the rush of defeat shot them open again, and she came on my cock, in my lap, against my lips with a perfect whimper.

Kissing her gently, I coaxed her eyes fully closed. She let her guard down in the aftershocks of her fourth climax and third defeat.

I directed her to fall backward, holding her the whole way down to the bed without decoupling us. My conquering sword, victorious once more, kept her pinned and pierced as our positions shifted.

Then, just as gently, just as careful not to shatter her afterglow until the moment was right, I decoupled her legs where they’d naturally locked around my back and raised them high and straight.

Her body lay at a slightly tilted right angle to me as I rose to my knees. The plump lips of her cunt stretched around my shaft and hugged me whole. They were a silken sheath; they were where I belonged as her husband.

Gabriel opened her eyes, recognizing the shift in both the air and our position.

“Husband? We have charged, and we have met on the front lines. What would this be, then?”

I laughed softly at her sticking to the battle metaphor, and played along. “A siege, Wife. And I’ve brought engines of war to break down the last of your defenses. I’m going to pound you until your fortifications crumble.”

“Wonderful~!” Gabriel beamed, unconcerned with the ‘hostile’ declaration. “So long as you don’t intend to starve me out, I welcome your assault!”

I smirked down at her. “No, this will be an… active siege, to say the least.”

Holding her in place for my assault, my first thrust came slow and deep — a probing stone thrown from a trebuchet.

Gabriel’s walls shuddered around me, rolling with the thrust like waves within her, but her defenses held.

I sent another thrust, quicker and shallower than the last by just a bit. Gabriel gripped the sheets.

Another thrust followed that pattern, that sieging rhythm. I brought Gabriel’s straightened legs to my chest, keeping them together. The squeeze of her thighs added to her tightness — perfect. Her defenses seemed impenetrable.

But the clinging friction of squeezed thighs went both ways, and Gabriel gasped. I barely bit back a groan of my own. Sieges were a costly effort on both sides of the wall.

I thrust in slowly and pulled back quickly, letting the stretch push her open for me and wear down her defenses. At the end of each thrust, I took a moment to grind against her upturned ass. Perfect softness welcomed me up to a wall of steely muscle before repelling me. Holding myself deep and pushing slightly upward, I felt Gabriel’s heartbeat through the sensitive spot at the back of her clit, and with her thighs squeezed together, she felt every inch of me pulse in turn.

The turning point in the siege came when Gabriel rallied behind her walls and reached for me. She raised her back off the bed in an abdominal crunch with supernatural ease so she could run one hand up my arm to my shoulder and hold the back of my head with her other hand.

The flexing muscles, squeezed thighs, and already perfect tightness held me fast for a moment, quite literally stuck inside her. She was a vice, compressing my cock from every angle. The heat of her core had me sweating.

It was all I could do to let her legs fall onto my shoulder, bow my head into her embrace, and let out a shaky breath to keep myself from cumming prematurely.

With a significant force of sieging will, I jerked myself into motion once more. Gabriel’s fortifications were formidable, but I’d brought weapons of love and war into our marital bed to break through them.

My hips worked in earnest and constant motion so I wouldn’t get stuck again. My back hunched with the effort, every thrust gaining ground. Gabriel let out a surprised shout. I thrust her straight through it and to another.

I pounded her fortified quim again and again. My hips slapped against her ass, bouncing into the next thrust. Perfect applause filled the air, wet with the flooding arousal that splashed between us and soaked the bed beneath. On my shoulders, her legs began to kick in overwhelmed pleasure. 

Gabriel cried out my title rather than my name, promising eternal matrimony with each repetition. “Husband-! Husband, Husband-! Oh, Husband! Husband! Husbaaannndd~!”

Her walls shook before my assault. My tempo built as I sawed away within her. The offensive only escalated. Gabriel’s defenses didn’t crumble; they exploded.

I charged through the explosion, pistoning my hips on automatic as I drove her past one orgasm to two, then three, and then four in immediate succession.

Her legs fell from my shoulders, locking together behind me and pulling me in with each thrust. Her arms quickly, frantically, desperately reached up to join the embrace. My thrusts grew shaky as Gabriel’s gushing heat and perfect tightness begged me to cum, to stay forevermore.

In the end, sex should always be cooperative, even with the friendly competition of ‘marital battle’. Gabriel and I were partners here, wedded and united in pleasuring purpose. I didn’t try to lord over her in victory.

When her defenses exploded, I let my siege engines shatter, too. My climax came as an unstoppable rush of perfect ecstasy. She clung to me, within and without, and I let myself fall completely into her embrace.

The first surge within her sent Gabriel tipping over into her fifth. Her back arched; her perfect tits pressed up into my chest. Panting, I held myself against her core and filled her as if the creampie could make up for all the time we’d lost.

I’d loved her for a millennium as Cain. I loved her even more now. A thought entered my mind as we tipped over our shared peaks and began to come down together.

I voiced it, whispering quietly in Gabriel’s ear, “Wife. Do you… Do you want children?”

Gabriel moaned at just the thought, holding me tighter. “Ahh~… I-I would not be opposed, Husband.”

“I could… probably ensure my seed took hold as I am now. Solidify the Change,” I offered.

Gabriel thought it over for a moment before squeezing me and shaking her head. “I think I would rather they come as they come. There is no need to rush.”

“Then… we’ll leave it up to your Father’s plan.”

“Mmm, I can be patient. I have you, Husband, and that alone is enough. To say nothing about Didi, Alice, Simmy, and the rest of our family here.”

“Yeah. We don’t need things to ‘Change’ in any sort of hurry. I have enough on my hands with the Aspecting at the moment.”

We cuddled in the afterglow. Neither of us wanted to move an inch away from the other.

“How is that, by the way?” Gabriel asked. “The Aspecting?”

I sighed, “Complicated. Reincarnation is only half of it, and the simpler half at that. I’ve always been Reincarnation, in a way, and I’m yet to incarnate as it in another. Right now, it’s just sort of… racing back and forth through everything I’ve been and everything I could be. Like… setting a cycle of samsara within before the Aspect can begin cycling and spiraling into… well, Existence.”

Gabriel nodded to show she was listening, rubbing her cheek against mine.

I continued. “Then there’s Change… They feed into each other; to Reincarnate is to Change, and to Change is to Reincarnate. But they’re definitely distinct. I almost ascended to Change in one of my past lives, you know? Then I died before it could truly settle, so Change has been… paradoxically lying dormant within me since then, somewhere deeper than my soul. It’s as much ‘ME’ as Reincarnation is, though.

“Just… Reincarnation is familiar. Change is, by nature, volatile. I’m pretty sure the Change Aspecting is what reincarnated me as your Cain.”

“You’re always my Caine,” Gabriel insisted.

I chuckled, “I am, no matter the incarnation. But I didn’t mean to suddenly sneeze myself into a past incarnation, Wife. That’s the Change — it’s unpredictable, and the Aspecting process is still focused inward right now. What happens when it starts Aspecting Existentially?”

“Hmm,” Gabriel hummed. “I don’t know, Husband. Are you worried?”

“… I don’t know, either,” I admitted.

“We’ll deal with it as it comes.”

The third voice, familiar but unexpected, roused me and Gabriel from our afterglowing cuddles. We looked up and found Didi sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at us.

“Didi. I didn’t notice you come in,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude. I didn’t, actually. Then,” She chuckled. “One of my Endless duties called me to your side.”

“Huh?” Gabriel cocked her head in confusion. “I don’t feel like I’m dying. Caine, are you dying?”

“No, just the opposite.”

Didi — not as Death, but as Conception — locked twinkling eyes on Gabriel’s venus tummy and the womb filled with my seed beneath.

“Congratulations, you two~… I can’t wait to welcome them to the family!”

That — it seemed — while Gabriel and I were still stunned, was the cue for Him to make His shipping voice heard.

“B’sha’ah tovah…! My… daughter… is… pregnant… and… my… ship… sails… on… to… new… horizons…!”

IIIII

[AN: Ending up splitting the planned ‘INTER’ into a ‘LEWD’ here, and the rest of the ‘LUDE’ to come. That’ll be focused on — as Sean hints at the end here before the surprise — what happens when he starts Aspecting Existentially. Until then, wish Gabriel a good pregnancy! :]