Chapter 41: A Decent Proposal
I invited Kaitlyn over to my house for dinner on the next Saturday night. We chatted for a bit on the front porch swing, then I said, “Kaitlyn, I want to reconsecrate this plot of land with you tonight. Some asshat snuck up here not long ago and invaded our privacy. It’s time to push through that and leave it behind us. Let’s take our yard back.”
“Oh, Davie, such a romantic notion!” she answered with a smile. “Yes, I’ll be happy to help you get your yard back!”
I left the adjective shift untouched. For now.
I led her through the house into the back yard, where I had candles set up on low stands around a picnic blanket laden with the best dishes I was able to come up with from my bachelor cooking repertoire. Off behind the blanket, I had a juniper wood fire stacked up and ready to be lit.
“Oh, it’s beautiful, Davie. You’ve put a lot of effort into this,” Kaitlyn said, as I held her hand, standing on the small deck behind my house. After a second, she asked, “Will we need a fire? It’s going to be pretty warm out tonight.”
It was early June, and she was right, but I said, “Yes, it needs to be there. It’s part of the ceremony.”
“Ooooh, a ceremony now? Wait, let me guess about our ceremonial attire: sky-clad!”
“Perfectly correct, my love. Let me undress you, please,” I asked, pouring every bit of desire into my gaze I could muster.
She got a little gooey, saying unsteadily, “Of course. I’d love that. Please undress me, Davie.”
I started by holding her lovely face in my hands, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you, my love, my Kaitlyn.” I moved my hands down and slowly unbuttoned her frilly white blouse. I slid it gently off her shoulders, folded it neatly, and lay it down on a small patio table there on the deck.
I then knelt before her and, bending low, removed each of her low-heeled slip-on shoes, setting them aside. I then tugged off the cute ankle socks she wore with each, putting them into the shoes.
Now in an upright kneel, I unclasped her dark gray slacks, then ran my arms around behind her and stroked her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, then around and up the inside, over her mound, and up to the zipper, which I gently lowered in a single smooth motion. Then I slid her pants down, my hands holding them against her outer thighs gently, to caress her on their way down to the ground. She stepped out of the pants, and I rocked back into a seiza pose while I folded her pants neatly and put them up on the patio table atop her blouse.
I then just sat back and contemplated her beauty once again, slightly lit from the side by the candlelight, slightly from above by the moon and stars. Plain practical white underwear again. It’s time she knew. “Kaitlyn, I love your taste in underwear. I love seeing you in it almost as much as I love seeing you out of it. Maybe one day we will go lingerie shopping, and you will want to get something nice, and it will be a lovely change, but know this now: I will want to see you back in this again soon after.”
“Oh, Davie, I… I… It’s not something I really think about. It’s just stuff I wear for practical reasons. I suppose I should go lingerie shopping…”
“Sure, maybe someday, Kaitlyn, but your underwear exemplifies what I love about you. It’s practical and beautiful. Special is nice, but I love you for the way you already are.”
She colored.
“But now I want it off,” I said with a broad grin.
She grinned back and moved her hands to begin removing it when I stopped her, “Ah-ah. Please, let me.” I reached around behind her and caressed her buttocks some more, the lightly textured cotton fabric a wonderfully tantalizing interface over her smooth roundnesses. I leaned my face in against the front of her panties and breathed in deeply as I lightly rubbed her vulva through her panties with the tip of my nose. I slid my hands around to the sides, hooked the waistband in my fingers, and slowly, slowly, slowly slid them down to the ground. I made her feel every inch of their passage. She stepped out of them, and I folded them just as ceremoniously as I had with her other clothing.
I then stood in a single smooth movement, walked around behind her, unclasped her bra, and slowly slid it down her front and off, arranging it neatly on the table beside the rest of her kit. I then cupped her breasts in my hands from behind, kissed her neck, her cheek, her ear, then slid my hands down her breasts, across her belly, around her hips, and off. I whispered in her ear, “Thank you for letting me disrobe you, Kaitlyn. It was a wonderful experience, and I will treasure the memory of it.”
She turned to face me, eyes a bit moist but uncertain. I’m not sure she understood how much I valued the trust and love she offered me by allowing that.
She didn’t say anything, but she began picking at my shirt, so I decided she wanted to strip me as well. I let her, saying nothing. She was a bit quicker about it, not as formal, but that was fine with me. I wanted out of these clothes, and only the delicacy of the moment kept me from just flinging them everywhere.
Once I was as naked as Kaitlyn, I gently grasped her hand and led her down the deck steps to the picnic blanket, lowering her down to it by the same hand, as if seating her at a fine restaurant.
I then walked over to the side of the fire pit, dug into the ground and lined with local river rocks, slipped into a trance, and summoned the heat energy needed to start the fire. I summoned a bit of wind and got it burning steadily in record time, faster and better than if I’d used barbecue lighter fluid. Kaitlyn looked on in delight at the feat. Imagine a whole camp fire going up like flicking a Zippo. My trick took me several seconds to pull off, but yeah, it was kind of like that.
I moved myself over to the blanket and began serving dinner, which we ate propped up on one elbow so that we could intermingle our light conversation with full-length studies of each others’ well-exercised bodies, rimmed in shivering candlelight.
As we were finishing up, Kaitlyn spoke, “Oh, this is lovely, Davie. Thank you for putting on such a nice night.”
“The night is only getting started, Kaitlyn. We had to start with sustenance for the workers.”
She looked a little eager, a little nervous.
“While I arrange a few things, please just enjoy the fire.” She sat up and turned to enjoy the dancing radiance while I carted the remnants of dinner up onto the deck. Then I moved all of the candle stands out in a rough circle around the fire pit, perhaps 5 or 6 meters out.
That left the last piece, the picnic blanket. I caught her attention and motioned her to stand and help me fold it. We finished with it, then I sank down to my knees at her feet and said, looking up at her, “You are the woman of my dreams, Kaitlyn. Nothing that’s happened in the past weeks has changed that, only reinforced it. You’re already making me a better man.” Then I reached down into the Earth and pulled up something I’d secreted below the blanket, just under the surface: the engagement ring I’d wrought a few days ago. I hoped it looked to her like I’d produced it from nowhere.
I blew it off with a focused whirlwind, which entrained a gentler stream of air past us, reminding us of our nakedness. Polished and gleaming in the firelight, I held the ring up to her and asked, “Will you marry me, Kaitlyn?”
Her hands went to her mouth and tears fell. She knelt down with me but clenched her left fist loosely to prevent me from putting the ring on her finger. “Davie… I want to say ‘yes,’ but I have to know why you want to marry me first.”
I thought it was obvious, but I’d been getting the sense that my Kaitlyn had been damaged pretty badly in her short life, so I could see why she might hesitate at this step.
“Kaitlyn, I keep telling you that you’re my dream girl. That’s not puffery, it’s the literal truth. You’ve got the perfect body, the perfect hair cut, the perfect smile, the perfect attitude. You usually laugh at my jokes. We don’t agree philosophically on all things, but we have compatible philosophies, and we’re neither of us so headstrong that we insist on bending the other to our will; we flex to fit each other where necessary. Another woman would be turned off by me not sharing her birth culture, her parents’ religion, or even her skin color, but you seem to have gotten past all of that with me. We’ve experienced each other fully, from the inside out; we’ve virtually been each other while in the Gaia bond! We know the deep truths about each other’s character. But most of all, Kaitlyn, we’re mages, the only two known living mages; I think we have a duty to ensure that this line of human development doesn’t die out, for the benefit of humanity. We fit together so well, Kaitlyn. I don’t know what else to say, other than to repeat my question: Will you marry me, Kaitlyn?”
“Yes, Davie, I will! I will!” I silently sized the ring to fit her trembling finger as I slipped it on, redistributing the rose gold through its circumference in a subtle ripple of power.
We kissed, long and passionately, hands sliding slowly over our bodies, tongues rolling and jousting against each other.
When we parted, Kaitlyn asked, “Can I do magic while wearing this?”
“With effort, yes,” I said. “It’s an edge case. While it is a crafted item and therefore a bit up the tech slope from the purely natural, I crafted it with magic from raw natural elements.” She looked surprised at this. “Yes, Kaitlyn, I made this with my magic, with Gaia’s help.” She started tearing up again. “Wearing it will impede your magic a bit, but it’s a lot less of a problem than the ankle chain I had you take off when we first met, and it’s nowhere near the problem of clothing. Still, I will not blame you in the slightest if you choose to take it off before getting down to any bit of serious magical work.”
“Oh, it’s beautiful, Davie!” She kissed me again.
“I’m not much of a jeweler, I’m afraid. It’s a simple design, and I didn’t want to get elaborate with it and make a monstrosity of it. It’s also why the gems are so small. They were the best I could find near the metals I used for the rings.”
“Oh, I love it, Davie! It’s just my style… I like understated, and oh the colors! Pale pink, deep blue, bright silver…they’re just lovely, Davie! I’d have felt guilty if you’d presented something gaudy that I didn’t want to wear. And it’s all fashioned just for me, by you! It is so special. Like you.”
It was my turn to get gooey.
“Kaitlyn, will you make love to me tonight? Right here, right now?”
“Davie, I will fracking ravish you, right here, right now. But I don’t want to take off the ring.”
“We started this relationship with an experiment. Let’s consummate our engagement with one, too!” I agreed.
Kaitlyn held her hand to her mouth and kissed the gemstones, and I moved over to her and lowered her to the ground by the fire, lifted and separated her legs, and began licking, Gaia at my back. I didn’t have to tell Kaitlyn to join me in rapport. She was there shortly, and we proceeded to have tremendous oral sex with her pussy as our combined focus. In a very real sense, she licked her own pussy, as did Gaia; and they licked mine! Cunnilingus is so much better when you are both the giver and the receiver.
I have no idea how long we went at it, but the fire was noticeably smaller when the cries of passion and joy died out and rationality slowly returned.
We then proceeded to do oral sex on me, too. This was the first time Kaitlyn had done it to me. I enjoyed pleasuring her and never felt the need for score-keeping reciprocity. I certainly didn’t need any little touch-ups from her tongue to get hard; the difficult bit with Kaitlyn was in not getting hard. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Kaitlyn.”
“Oh, I want. I’ve just been waiting for a good reason. And tonight, it feels right. So, lie down and see if you can hang onto the planet without flying off this time!”
I bit the inside of my cheek. I wondered if she was just feeling cocky — hah! — or if I should actually be concerned. Then she began, and I started grasping sand. “Turing and Ritchie help me!” were the last coherent words I uttered for quite some time.
To describe it… I’m not sure I can. My head was on the ground most of the time, rolling from side to side as I fell into the sea of whirling stars. A few times, I was able to look up and see her fire-lit face, licking my shaft or my glans, her tongue tickling my frenulum, her mouth filled with my cock. But mostly, I lay back drowning in pleasure felt both directly and through Gaia.
It was odd to feel my own cock in Kaitlyn’s mouth through the rapport, to taste it, to feel its twitching and pulsation. I couldn’t say I was attracted by the sensation, but I felt the love in the act, so I wasn’t repelled by it, either.
I came by mutual consent, Kaitlyn and I both ready for it, which resulted in another odd series of sensations through the Gaia bond, feeling Kaitlyn swallow it all down, barely keeping up with the emission. The taste, the texture, the pulsating warmth. Not something I’d go after on my own, but right nevertheless. Yes, it was right.
When rationality returned once again, the fire was nearly burned down, so I walked over by the deck to grab some more wood, which I lay gently on the coals.
I’d also brought over the wedding rings for her inspection. She studied them for some time, then returned them wordlessly with a gentle approving smile. In rapport like this, I didn’t even need the smile to know that she approved. We liked them, and we each knew it together. We were eager to be entitled to wear them.
I also knew, through the rapport, that Kaitlyn didn’t regret taking off her engagement ring. It was more work to maintain the magical flow needed to stay in rapport with Gaia and I, but it was necessary. To not wear the ring on this night… It just had to be done, and so we did it. We consecrated the ring tonight as well as the land, as we consummated our engagement.
I set the wedding rings back off to the side, then knelt down by Kaitlyn’s body. She was on her side, staring into the burgeoning fire, smiling gently. I just sat in seiza pose and watched the fire light dance over her skin for a while. We were still in rapport, so she knew what I was doing and why; she just lay there, appreciated and appreciating.
After some time, once the fire was fully going again, she said to me, “Be gentle, Davie. I’m a virgin, you know,” finishing it with a wicked little smile.
“Oh, my Kaitlyn. Thank you.”
Then she rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and invited me in.