Jorbis "Black-Sheep" Derringer, Your Husband

Gnomes collect names like magpies collect shiny objects, and you and your husband are no exception. Case in point, when talking in private, typically in Gnomish, you call him "Cums-A-Cup", because he DOES, gods-above-and-below does he! This, a feat that would be all but unheard of for one of the big-folk, he can do with only about a weak's 'fast', part of why the two of you already have three daughters at the mutual tender age of 55...

You named your new invention in honor of him because while you figured out the specifics of the triggering mechanisms and the like it was his idea to just slap another barrel on it and call it good. Made the device heavy as hell, especially for someone as small as you, but so be it. Better to lug around a clunky piece of ironmongery, wood and steel, than to have a weapon you can only fire once, you know?

Jorbis is called "Black-Sheep" not because his parents or extended family have a problem with him, but because he once spent 500 GP on putting together a flock of 50 black sheep. Now, yes, that's a great price for a sheep: a grown adult will normaly fetch twice that at market! But having even one black sheep mixed in with a flock reduces the value of their wool at market by 70%, so buying 50 of them is crazy, right?

Crazy like a FOX! He didn't mix them in with ANYTHING, he kept the whole flock of 50, coal black Ram included, pastured separately and sheered them separately, selling the resulting fleeces to the big-jobs to be spun and woven for 'Mourning Cloaks'. This was when he was 35, getting close to adulthood, and also when your families decided you should get married. He was seen as an un-gnomishly hardheaded practicalist, if clever and creative, and they thought he needed someone who could help him lighten up. Well, after much hemming and hawing, and a few mishaps: like the time you tried to save his prize ewe from a wolf and ended up shooting his bellwether dead instead; the sudden "BANG!" did scare off the wolf but nearly drove the rest of the flock over a cliff: the two of you realized you had fallen in love, and on your 45th birthday you got married.

That night was when he first earned his married nickname. His cock just kept on spraying cum into your thoroughly over-sensitized quim for about fifteen seconds after it started, so much that you had yet-another orgasm just from that stimulation alone, and your pet name for him was a done deal. His name for you took a lot longer, 8 months to be exact. He calls you "Thunder-Tits", a reference to an incident when he tripped and lost his grip on a Thunder Stone but it didn't go off because it got caught in the cleft between your breasts, painfully swollen with soon-to-be-needed breast milk at the time and about 3x their former size. Your breasts never went back to their pre-pregnancy minute proportions, they used to be not much bigger than your clenched fist, but now they are each the size of a large apple, which for a gnome is the equivalent of a human with boobs the size of a small watermelon. Good news is your husband is, while not interested in extra-racial relations, a breasts man, and YOU have about the biggest breasts you have ever seen on a gnome.

As you might be guessing from the timeline of that narrative just there, yes, you DID get pregnant from your very first sexual encounter with your husband. Neither of you was a virgin: gnome's natural curiosity leads to your people having their first sexual encounters far younger than most races, generally not too long after you discover the idea of masturbation in your equivalent to your teen years a gnome will find some other young gnome with whom to experiment, but these relationships rarely last more than one or at most a few encounters unless pregnancy becomes involved. However such an early pregnancy is seen as very auspicious, a sign of great compatibility and fertility. It certainly proved so in your case, you have had more children in five years than most gnomes do in twenty. which was when you decided you needed to give your body a rest and started using a diaphragm. The two of you have three daughters, and the next step is to find out a little about them...