The Raven (closed)

Emma let out a sigh as she was pressed back against his chest, listening to the silence that surrounded them. She still wasn't sure how she felt about everything that had been happening to her, but she supposed that it was nice enough.

"Does it upset you that I don't know how I feel?" She asked him softly.
 
"Doesn' upset me," Boar shook his head. "I'm jus' wonderin'... an' please don' be upset a' me fer it, but... when y'told me ya loved me tha' first night we were t'gether... did ya really? Y'only e'er said it once."
 
Emma was quiet for a moment before she blew out a long breath. "Of course I meant it. I don't say things like that lightly."
 
A smile came to his lips at that, and he turned on his side to kiss her cheek. "Good... 'cause I love ya too... tha's why I came fer ya, tha's why I brought ya home."
 
Emma turned her head to look at him, gauging the weight of his words. She let out a sigh, giving him that seductive smile before she pressed her lips against his cheek. Then, she pulled from his arms, settling over his hips as she pulled his kilt and trousers free, exposing the object of her affections to her gaze.

"Tell me what you want, Boar." She said softly, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock and stroking it idly as they spoke.
 
She always managed to arouse him instantly, and that showed now as he gave a soft grunt and hardened immediately at her touch. His hands came to rest on her thighs, caressing over them and her hips. Smiling up at her with a sort of warm smoulder, Boar chuckled softly, "Surprise me, lovely."
 
"You have to promise me something first." She said, grinning at him as her hand continued to lazily stroke his hardened and needy cock.
 
"Depends. What d'ya need?" Boar asked as he lifted his hand to her cheek, enjoying this simple moment more than he would've thought possible. With a soft groan, he shifted ever so slightly beneath her.
 
"I need you to fight for position." She said softly, her tongue swiping along the crown of his cock before she grinned at him again. "You should be a king, Boar. And I will be your queen."
 
Boar was confused by that, propping himself up on his elbows. "I can' be a king, love... Brogan'd have t'give it up, an' 'e wouldn' do tha'."
 
"Then we fight for it." Emma said innocently, giving his cock another lick before she took his thick length between her lips, suckling on it in earnest. "Wouldn't we?"
 
Boar's brows stitched in concern, but she distracted him from his worry with great expertise. "I want ya t'be a Queen..." he whispered. "I can'..." But he couldn't finish his sentence.
 
"Of course you can." Emma said in a seductive purr. "But I'll convince you of that later." With that, she finally sealed her lips around his cock, giving him what he wanted.
 
With a long, entirely seduced groan, Boar laid back and let himself lose his mind in pleasure. "Emma..." He moaned helplessly under her expert touch.
 
"Hmmm...?" Emma asked in a teasing tone, pulling her lips off his cock and looking up the hard plains of his body. "What do you need, Boar?"
 
"Don' stop..." he grunted, his fingers lacing into her hair as he tried to regain his mind. "Please don' stop, love... Yer bloody amazin'..." He looked down at her almost pleadingly.
 
"I'll never stop." She murmured in her husky voice, grinning as his fingers tightened in her long black hair. "Never."

She then took his cock to the root, sucking on it like a champion. She moaned around his hot, hard flesh, gasping at the salty taste of his skin.
 
Boar let out a helpless, loud groan, his hips rising off the bed to meet her advance. "Oh, Gods!" He cried out, and suddenly came so hard that a shiver racked his body and left him feeling weak. His seed shot down his lover's throat like a cannon shot and he fell still with his chest heaving wildly from the adrenaline rush.
 
Emma let out a satisfied sigh as Boar's salty seed splashed across her tongue, his groan echoing off the walls around her. She whimpered, her eyes locked upon his handsome face as he experienced pleasure that she could have only dreamed of.
 
Boar sat forward, drawing her in tight to kiss her once he'd caught his breath. When their lips parted, he met her eyes and she could see his sudden resolve. "I'll fight, Emma... only fer you." She'd just armed a very dangerous weapon.
 
Emma simply smiled, laughing softly as she returned his kiss in the most gentle way, her hands tangling in his long hair as they shared a beautiful moment together.
 
Boar didn't think twice about what he'd agreed to, right or wrong, after she trapped him in her web. He cradled her in close, laying her down across his bed to kiss her neck adoringly. He wanted nothing more than to please her, and he couldn't fathom that she was using him to her own ends. "I love you..." he whispered.
 
"And I love you too." Emma said with a surprising amount of genuine affection. She did love this man and wanted to be with him, and the more he was willing to fight of her the better.
 
It did Boar's heart an immense amount of good and alleviated many doubts to hear her say she loved him, directly, for only the second time. He smiled against her skin, "Let me please ya, love..." His fingers trailed over the contours of her breasts and down her waist to her hip.
 
"Then please me, Boar. Don't stop until I beg for mercy." She said with a grin, lust coloring her cheeks as she shivered at his intimate touch.
 
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