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It was early evening, and the Walker family was settling into their usual routine. Dinner and dessert had both been delicious, and as they all ate happy chatter and laughter filled the house. The dishes and plates were then washed and put away, and the kitchen cleaned. After that Lenalee and Allen had played with their children outside beneath the summer sky as the sun set.

Lucy and Lucian, the twins, shrieked with joy as they climbed all over their father. They were always full of energy, bold and curious...a real handful. Little Elena, who was a few months over one year old, was much more shy. She had a tendency to cling to Lenalee, clutching her favorite stuffed animal. While Allen had his hands full with the twins, Lenalee gently encouraged Elena to play, pushing her on a swing and rolling a ball back and forth with her across the grass.

Bathtime came, and everyone was scrubbed clean and put into pajamas: first the twins, who always made a mess, then the youngest. Lenalee guided them as they were instructed to put away their own toys, proud that even at such a young age her babies were learning responsibility. The parents took turns with each task, tired but fully enjoying caring for their little ones.

Since it was summer the windows were open, allowing a cool evening breeze to drift in, rustling the curtains. Lenalee went around the house, Elena on her hip, making sure doors were locked and a nightlight was on in each room. The children were beginning to tire, occasionally yawning, which was a good sign. They had played hard all day...hopefully they would sleep through the night.

As much as Lenalee loved and adored her children, she was looking forward to having Allen all to herself for at least a few hours before they, too, needed sleep. Already she had showered and slipped into a nightgown and robe. She headed for the nursery where she could hear Allen talking to Lucy and Lucian.

Standing in the doorway of the nursery, she gazed at her husband quietly, love and longing shining brightly in her eyes. No man could compare to her Allen. She truly believed that he had been made for her, and that she had been made for him. They completed each other, balanced one another, and bettered each other. Their love for one another was pure, and together they had created three perfect little angels. They were giving their son and daughters the best childhood they possibly could.

In her opinion, their life together was perfect.

Suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed with all the love she had in her heart, she cleared her throat. "Allen...did they decide which book they want us to read?" she asked. Each night one child would pick out a story to hear before bed.

Lenalee walked into the nursery, smiling at Lucy and Lucian, reaching out to caress their sweet faces. She carefully took Elena and laid the little girl down in her crib. "Time to settle down, lovey," she said softly. "One story, and then it's time to sleep." Lenalee tenderly arranged her baby girl so that she was comfortable. Then it was time to tuck the other two in. She laughed as they made faces at her, but didn't protest. Everyone loved story time, after all.

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The children were not even the only ones listening intently. Both Allen and any of the wild critterss outside their window had paused to litsten to Lenalee's dulcet tone. By the end, Allen was all smile when the last child finally slipped under, prompting him to chuckle softly.

"I know~ It's a sight I can just never get enough of. Same for hte sound of your voice when reading fairy tales~"

Lenalee stood, returned the book to the bookshelf, and moved the rocking chair back to the corner. She walked past each little bed and crib, fussing one last time, smoothing out stray locks of silky hair and adjusting blankets. Once as satisfied as she could be, she turned her smile onto Allen.

"And I can never get enough of watching you care for our children. Play with them, dress them, comfort them...all of it. Most fathers would never bother." She walked over and pulled him into an embrace. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world," she whispered in his ear.

"We are both blessed." Allen shook his head when she tried to put all of the spotlight on him instead of taking some credit for herself. Honestly Allen was simply indulging in the things he'd yearned for as a father both before Mana and during his heavenly years with the man who had become his first father.

He put his hands over his beloved's waist, holding her close to his chest and sharing this moment of absolute bliss there in the room with the fruits of their love.

"Lets go before either one of them decide to wake up and notice we haven't left~"

"Yes, let's go," she agreed. Lenalee pulled away, taking his hand in her own as they left the nursery, leaving the door open just a bit. Hopefully all three would sleep through the night. (Unlikely, since Elena was still so young, but one could still hope.)

Just down the hall was their own room. Feeling playful, Lenalee tugged Allen inside. "Now, if you aren't too tired, I'd like you all to myself for a while," she said, grinning.

Allen chuckled quietly as Lenalee eagerly led them back to their bedroom. IT was hard to miss how excited she was to monopolize her beloved completely. That smile was a sure ticket just for that yet this moment still felt exceptional despite that.

"For you I would never be too tired, my sweet Lady Lenalee~"

Lenalee hummed with amusement at his reply. A quick kiss was planted on his cheek before she let go of his hand and turned back to their bedroom door. She shut and secured it, slipped her robe off, and turned around.

The silk nightgown she wore had been picked up months ago. Until now she just hadn't had the chance and forethought to wear it. It was a deep red, edged in lace, and contrasted beautifully with both her skin and hair. On one side, a slit in the fabric ran almost up to her hip. Underneath was a matching thong.

Lenalee leaned back against the door, smile on her face, hands above her head. "How does this look on me?"

Oh he was so tempted to turn that into a full blown kiss but then Lenalee pulled out of his reach to close the door and even lock it behind them. His brow barely had time to quirk halfway when she revealed the biggest surprise of all. Allen's eyes went wide and his mouth slowly hung open as he saw the unbelievably enticing number she had kept concealed from him.

"Ah....I....I don't think I have the words to do you justice...." Allen confessed as the blood rushed to his head making him light headed for a moment before he started stepping closer almost one step away from just pinning Lenalee against the door with his own body.

Allen's reaction pleased her greatly. It was reassuring to know that he still found her to be physically attractive after bearing three children. Not to mention, they weren't teenagers or young adults anymore.

She reached out when he came close enough, and tugged him closer. "If you don't have the words...then maybe you can show it?" Lenalee said, tone suggestive.

As if he would ever find her ugly or anything of the sort. Lenalee was the jewel and sun of his life in every possible way. Her beauty even when she was carrying their new bundles of life had always been glowing and borderline divine in his eyes. Tonight though the alure and temptation of Lenalee's body had awakened a hunger he had consciously suppressed since the children did have a habit of taking up all of their time both planned and otherwise.

"Oh I would love nothing more my fair queen. Allow your humble knight to pay his tribute that he owes you ~" Allen purred and his hand smoothed over the swell of her breast. So full and warm in his hand that squeezing it was something he felt he could do for hours on end if Lenalee wanted him to.

Lenalee sighed with contentment as he squeezed her breast. The lace and silk rubbed over her sensitive nipples, making her squirm just a bit. Yet she remained relatively still, allowing Allen to take his time.

"Oh, dear heart...you aren't my knight," she said softly. "If I'm you're queen, then you're my king." There was a sparkle if mischief in her loving gaze.

Allen was certainly quite keen to familiarize himself with his beloved's body all over again. It was little wonder he had missed being able to indulge like this with her and combined with the spicy number she had underneath those robes all this time, Allen was finding very little reason to make him move them over to the bed when the door was providing perfectly valid support.

"Hahah you're right, my queen~ Then tell your king what wish should he grant you today~?" He purred while his lips moved along her neck while his other hand slipped around to take hold of her thigh and hooking her leg more firmly around his hip which in turn brought her bottom half pressing up against his own.

Lenalee tilted her head, giving him better access. Her neck had always been incredibly sensitive, and she loved it when he kissed and nibbled and sucked on the skin there. Already her body was warming up.

She let him hook her leg around his hip. Instinctually she moved her hips against his own, a smooth, sensual movement that made her gasp softly.

Her arms wrapped around him, and Lenalee captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She smelled faintly of perfume, the kind he liked best on her; clearly she had been thinking of pleasing him all night.

"I want my king to take his queen however he would like tonight," she all but purred. "Fast or slow, rough or gentle...just as long as you're touching me and inside of me...I'll be happy..."

She trailed off, preoccupied with nuzzling his neck, and nipping lightly at the skin there.

Lenalee had always been so incredibly flexible. A fact that had made many of their passionate nights all the more intense and dreamlike. Allen moved against her in full, giving her exactly the right amount of taste to feel just how hard he was for her already. The effect she had on his mind heart and body was simply that potent and he would remind her in full of that fact before this night was done.

"What if I said I want all of them~? A king has no notion of greed especially when it comes to the pleasure of his wife's embrace~"

Lenalee stifled her moan using his shoulder as Allen moved against her, making her squirm. She had to be careful not to wake the children. However, her husband never made it easy for her.

"Then you can have it all...as many times as you desire," she answered, trying not to sound too eager. "Your queen wishes to satisfy her kings every wish and need, after all."

As if she made it easier for him to do anything of the sort. Allen let out a low almost wild growl under his breath at her answer and he pressed Lenalee harder against the door while he moved to shove his pants lower to get his length free as fast as possible before the desire to claim Lenalee was something that no matter how long it would be pushed back, it would always surge back with a vengeance at the first opportunity. Combined with the fact that she had clearly prepared just for this occasion there was little wonder he hadn't torn off her exquisite garments already.

Seeing Allen desperate like this, nearly out of control with desire...it was a huge turn on. Lenalee reveled in the feeling of being pressed harder against the door, and hearing him almost growl as he worked to shove his pants down.

One hand moved to the side, slipping beneath the red silk. The flimsy panties she wore tied at the sides with ribbon. She plucked at one end, undoing it, making it easier to remove.

Then Lenalee was showering Allen with kisses and caresses again, urging him on. Stoking his desire for her...maybe even playing with fire.

He catches a glimpse of the fabric starting to fall away and his hand snags onto the tie pulling the fabric away just in time as he rises again to kiss and tangle tongues with his queen again while his length rubs up against her heat tantalizing her with the promise of fullness only he can give her but still not going for the main course instead teasing both her and himself into insanity.

Lenalee teased his tongue with her own, and nipped at his lower lip. When she felt his hard length against her sex she gasped. That gasp turned into a loud moan as he rubbed against her, teasing her mercilessly.

"Allen," she gasped. "Please...don't wait..." Her hips moved against him, seeking more contact.

If he wasn't already considerably aroused he would definitely do the opposite of what she was begging of him. However Allen felt his body was already on fire with desire so at the sound of her plea he angled himself to her entrance and pushed his hips forward with a very loud groan until the door thumped as he snapped his hips the rest of the way, feeling that heavenly tighteness wrapping around his girth.

"I have aaah missed this so much~"

Lenalee would have enjoyed a bit more teasing, as well. But, if they were lucky, they could get a second chance tonight.

When Allen pushed himself inside of her, Lenalee had to bury her face against his shoulder to muffle her cry. It had been a while, at least for them...and she missed this greatly.

Her sex was hot and tight and wet, gripping his length hard. At the same time Lenalee couldn't help but make quiet, whimpering sounds from the overwhelming sensation of having her husband inside her. She clung to him, urging him on, needing more.

"Lenalee. Lenalee~" Allen moaned, his length sliding in and out of his beloved wife as he pushed her more firmly agianst hte door his chest pressed flush to her chest with his hands reachind underneath her to make sure she got the closest thing to a flying sensation from this moment before they even reached the peak.

"Let me hear it. I need it. I need to hear your sweet voice my queen~"

"Oh, Allen...my love..."

Her voice was sweet and just a tad husky. It was like a caress, the way she spoke his name so reverently.

At the same time her legs wrapped around him, allowing him to plunge even deeper. Lenalee moaned loudly, back arching, fingers digging into his skin.

"Yes, yes...please don't stop...ahhh...!" She sounded desperate, needing more, everything that he could give. Lenalee also wanted him to take his own pleasure, and satisfy all his desires.

That was the voice. Those were the words he wanted to hear. As a reward his hold on Lenalee's body turned much more firm as he pounded his hips into hers more fiercely, hot thick length driving deep and striking harshly at every sweet spot he could reach in this position. Yet each one was always a hit aiming to shatter a little bit of Lenalee's mind with pleasure each and every time.

"Just that like My Lenalee~ Just like that~ Sing for me~"

Allen knew her well. There were times when she liked to make sweet, gentle, lazy love to him. When Lenalee wanted to worship his body, and have hers worshipped in return.

Then there were times when she wanted to be in control, to pin him down and shower him in affection. To show him how much she needed him. Sometimes she would tie his hands so he couldn't touch her, and grin at him with a wicked glint in her eyes.

This was not one of those times. She wanted him to dominate her, to take her like a wild animal. There was a part of her that needed to be possessed and controlled. Disciplined. She welcomed pain along with the pleasure, and even craved it occasionally. More than anything, she wanted to be fucked so hard her skin bruised, bitten until she bled, and limped while walking.

Lenalee gave into those dark desires, welcoming the firmer grip and increased pace. "More, please, I need more," she begged, body moving with his. "I want all of you..."

He certainly did. He knew where to strike, how much force to apply to get the results he wanted. Today though she was being even 'nastier' than usual and as such Allen had to dig deep into his own less gentlemanly side. His human hand grabbed a fist full of Lenalee's hair and pulled her head back while he nipped harshly against her neck with a growl. His inhuman hand reached over to her rear and gave it a quick slap to the side as if to spur her on while he rode her harder and faster.

"Then I hope you have an excuse for the young ones in the morning. Because you'll be begging me to stop before I'm through with you~"

Lenalee gasped when he grabbed her hair and pulled, giving him plenty of room to nip harshly at her neck. The sensation of teeth biting into delicate skin made her groan; she could feel her walls momentarily tighten even harder around his cock.

As he rammed into her, she clung to him desperately. Lenalee was burning up with lust. It had been too long since they had sex like this, and during that time a wildness had built in her. It needed to be released.

She needed release.

Sharp nails dug into his skin frantically as he slapped her ass. She yanked her head to the side, and strained forward to kiss him roughly, nipping at his lower lip.

"It's never enough," she panted. "I can never have enough of you..." There was stark honesty in her voice.

It had been too long isnce he'd seen her this wild too. Allen always did find it amusing how the rest of the world thought she was a saint and a sweetheart behind closed doors. Only he knew how perverted she could really get and that knowledge gave Allen such a rush he would never share it with anyone else.

"Then maybe I should just take you whenever the chance presents itself~ Without any warning~" Allen growled deeply as he gave another slap this time harsher while his hips snapped powerfully against her, filling their bedroom with the sounds of her moans and their two bodies clashing over and over again, the bed starting to groan in protest as the head of it slammed into the wall over and over again.

"A goddess that needs such a harsh pounding~ What would everyone else say I wonder~"

Lenalee would protest at being called 'perverted'. After all, she was sometimes frightened of what she liked, and felt guilty. That wasn't the case right now, though.

She couldn't think straight as Allen fucked her even harder. And what he said...

'Then maybe I should just take you whenever the chance presents itself. Without any warning.'

It earned him a deep moan. "Y-yes," she cried out. "Whenever you want... take me..." Just the thought of it sounded exhilarating.

He slapped her again, this time even harder, and it earned him another long moan. She writhed beneath him, unable to stand it anymore. Her body was winding up tight. "I...I'm going to come...!" she managed to gasp.

He had constantly told Lenalee she had nothing to be ashamed of. After all it was just the two of them who knew. So his words were merely meant as teasing to further drive his wife wilder than she already was.

"Hmhm~ Alright then~ You better not forget what you just said~" He might actually just do it as long as the kids were not near. Frankly he was thinking of trying to put that 'threat' into practice first opportunity that presented itself.

"Hmmmm should I let you come then~? Is that what you want my sweet, Lenalee~?"

"I won't, I promise," she panted.

There was a wild look in her eyes as she moved against him desperately. The skimpy lingerie clung to her skin from perspiration, her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were pink.

And yet there was still pure love and adoration in her eyes as she gazed into his own. After all, Lenalee had chosen him above everyone else. Allen was the only one allowed to see her like this, and the only one allowed to claim her and take her body.

"Yes, Allen, I want to..." she trailed off when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, making her cry out in agonized pleasure. "...I need to come, please..."

She didn't know what he would do. Would he keep it up, allowing her to come? Or would he slow down, drawing it out, inflicting a sweet kind of torture on her?

"Mmmm I don't know~" her answer would becoem crystal clear as Allen got a shifty look in his silver eyes as his hips slowed to a crawl, instead rolling them around to stir her up every time he was buried to the hilt.

"I don't feel like letting you finish without me this time~ So you're going to have to endure it a little longer, my goddess~"

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