CHAPTER 7

"NO WAIT, FELT! I CHANGED MY MIND LET ME OUT!" Poe was desperately trying to force the door open, intent on not facing his wife's wrath.

He tensed, survival instinct kicking in. He turned around very slowly, knowing his wife was behind him. "H-hey honey..." Poe trailed off nervously.

"What do you want?" Mitsue listlessly asked her estranged husband, her features semi-focused on the wall above him. She hadn't bothered with her usual makeup, her usually vibrant cheeks pale in the mid-morning light. Her hair flowed freely, unhindered by her usual ponytail, wispy streams of her grey-blonde locks ventured from their kindred, as if whisked away by some unknown gale.

The small man met his wife's gaze, her honey-brown eyes, the rich golden pools of elation flush with despair. It struck him low that he was the catalyst for these golden globes to be struck silver, his pride as a man wilting at the sight before him. His rich chocolate orbs steeling in resolve, Poe mentally vowed to fix this neglected woman before him.

"There's no easy way to say this..." Poe managed to stammer out, throat tightening in anticipation for what he had to say next. Mitsue's honey eyes glistened with moisture, an air of resignment encroaching her figure.

"...but... I was... wrong." Poe's pride had just taken a glancing blow to its metaphorical sternum, but it was merely the first of many damning wounds. Mitsue's gaze clouded with grey clouds of confusion, however, there was no discernible silver lining to these storm clouds, only unending darkness.

She opened her mouth to respond, disbelief written across her features, but Poe raised his hand as if to silence her. "Let me finish... please."

Mitsue could tell that it went against his entire being to actually admit he was wrong, for he'd denied any previous wrong-doing-no matter how minor-vehemently. The fairy inhaled deeply, letting out a shuddering, shameful breath.

"I was wrong to do you the way I did, that much I can see now." He managed to say this bit aloud, and again he could feel his pride demanding he try to weasel his way out of this situation, to run away and never look back. However, looking into the tearful visage of his wife, his pride's vapid screaming tapered off into silence. Then the shame returned full-force, an ocean swept over him, drowning the young man in guilt once more. He could feel his voice failing him, all his emotional energy drained from him, but still he forced himself to push on.

"I want to make it up to you somehow... so i'll do anything you want, even find out where to get a baby seed from." Poe had skillfully chosen to finish with something to lighten the mood, his crippled ego doing gymnastics to try and right itself. Mitsue stared at Poe, her lips slightly parted, eyes wide.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" It was meant as a joke, honestly, but Mitsue's eyes hardened, jaw clenching and hands curling into fists.

A slap echoed throughout the room, shortly thereafter being met with another, this one more forceful than its predecessor. Poe hit the floor in shock, this was not how this was supposed to turn out, he was supposed to be wrapped in a tearful embrace, his ears being filled with sweet nothings as they made up. And as fast as he hit the ground, Mitsue was upon him, tears in her raging eyes as she brought her face level with his. Her eyes flashing an intense variety of emotions.

Poe knew he'd probably be slapped again for what he was about to do, but seeing her brought so low by his actions was more than he could handle. He drew in a long breath, slamming his mouth onto Mitsue's, trying-and succeeding-in getting the cat-girl to loosen her grip on him. After a few moments of resistance and likely a muffled 'What the fuck?' or two, Mitsue began to press her lips back unto Poe's own.

The two parted after a few all-too-short moments later, both sets of lips tingling at the new sensation. Mitsue had brightened considerably, as if sensing her lover's sincerity by his actions.

"So, Poeywowey, were you serious about the baby seed part?" Mitsue looked anxiously at him, a foreign look in her honey orbs. Maybe it was the way her hair framed her face in the light, but Poe could not bear himself to deny this goddess given form. Oh how he cursed himself for not just seeing what it was he had. He had this goddess made flesh devoted to him and him alone, yet he had resented her for so long, instead pining for Viese.

But enough about that, Poe now had to figure out just what exactly sex was, and how to do it. And also where babies come from, Felt had glossed over most of the specifics, instead using metaphors and colorful language to describe it. Felt wouldn't make a very good teacher.

However, he had no time to contemplate Felt's inadequacies as an instructor, as Mitsue's lips came crashing into his, devouring his mouth hungrily. He froze when he felt something wet slide against the corner of his mouth, dragging from one side to the other. He again had no time to react as Mitsue forced her way into his mouth, her tongue seeking his, and lightly grinding against it.

Poe could feel his breath slipping away from him as Mitsue redoubled her assault on his oral cavern, eagerly moaning into the kiss. Poe knew he had to pull away soon or risk being too light-headed to continue. A thin trail of saliva connected them as Mitsue poutily retracted her tongue from his mouth. They both sat there for a moment trying to catch their breath, and also silently daring the other to make the next move. Poe's eyes trailed down to her breasts, her thin dress doing little to conceal her fleshy orbs.

Mitsue obliged the unspoken request, quickly peeling down the offending garment, allowing her husband to stare at her topless form. Poe's hands wasted no time, reaching for his lover's chest tracing small circles around the areolas of her nipples, causing them to slowly erect. Mitsue tried to make eye contact with him, but he was too engrossed with her chest. His hands clumsily began to knead her tender orbs, squeezing them on occasion. It was clear that he wanted more, a burning need had arisen from somewhere within him, overpowering anything else.

She allowed her hands to roam his small body, fingers tracing over his stomach, lightly pulling at the hem of his shirt. The green article hit the ground but moments later, followed by his brown trousers and her dress soon after. The couple's tongues danced between starving lips, both vying for dominance. Poe slowly pulled back from Mitsue's embrace, looking over her body, as if trying to memorize every detail. From the beauty mark just above her pelvis to her lightly freckled shoulders, his eyes drank all of her in.

An odd feeling overcame the both of them, and before either could comprehend, the duo were grinding their hips into each other's. Poe was between her legs, his shaft glistening with pre-cum and her own juices.

"I feel really weird!" Poe called out, face contorting in pleasure as he began to move faster, Mitsue's hips bucked into Poe's own, catching them off guard. His shaft penetrated her, the moisture from them both allowing for easier entry.

Poe could not believe this, why was his thing in there? And why did he feel so weird? "M-Mitsue, wh-whats going on?" He managed to force out, the tip of his phallus at her maidenhead.

Mitsue giggled despite herself, the movement sending shock-waves of pleasure down her spine. "You didn't know? That this is what sex is?"

Enlightenment graced the fairy's features, it all made sense now. But the time for pondering that was for later, he had to continue this sex thing until Mitsue forgave him. He instinctively thrusted his pelvis forward, piercing through her in one fell motion. Mitsue's breath caught as a slight pain shot through her, no major pain, more akin to a scraped knee than anything else.

Poe ceased his moving, concern written across his face. Mitsue straightened her back slightly. "Sorry, Poeywowey, I just had to sit up a little." She casually deflected in her usual bubbly way.

Poe didn't bother to nod, resuming his thrusts, doing whatever made him feel good. Mitsue, after a few moments, began to feel some pleasure as well, nothing like the novels she had read said she would, but it was enough for her that her husband was feeling it.

It seemed all too soon that Poe's thrusts began to grow more erratic, as his features scrunched up with pleasure. His legs began to shake as his seed shot inside of her, rushing toward her womb. Poe suddenly was very tired, all energy quickly leaving him, his sweaty body collapsing onto Mitsue's.

They lay that way for a long while, neither finding the resolve to try and move.

After a long while Poe was the one to break the silence. "Does this mean that I'm off the hook?" he finished sheepily, a nervous grin making its way onto his face. Mitsue just sighed contentedly, pushing Poe's head back down onto her stomach.

"I love you too Poeywowey." Mitsue finished for him, the unspoken sentiment made clear there on the floor of their house.

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