The Raven (closed)

"As milady commands," he growled softly with a teasing grin, his hand finding its way under her dress for his fingers to stroke her folds through her undergarment. He began to harden again at the thought of how he'd soon hear her moans. He whispered hotly against her ear, "Moan for me, m'queen... I want t'feel ya writhin' against my hand while I please ya... I want t'see you archin' against me beggin' fer more before I'm through." He nibbled the edge of her ear, and one finger found her clit through the fabric of her clothing.
 
Emma was speechless when she looked down and saw Boar's hand slipping beneath her dress. She whimpered as his fingers started to stroke her wet folds through her fine undergarments. His words were hot and passionate against her ear and she did just as he asked. Her moan filled the air as his teeth tugged at her delicate ear.

"Boar..." She groaned, bucking her hips against his fingers as he played with her clit, writhing against his body as she sought to gain the upper hand once more.
 
Boar would have none of it, holding her back from gaining power over him with a dark smirk. His fingers soon slipped past her now-damp underclothes and dipped slowly- excruciatingly so- into her core to prepare her for the thick shaft that would undoubtedly replace them soon. He loved hearing her moan out his name, and he kissed her senseless in reward.
 
Emma whimpered helplessly as his kiss stole her voice and his thick fingers soon pressed themselves into her wet and willing core. She bucked her hips hard against his fingers, gasping at the feeling of him stretching her entrance so deliciously.
 
Boar couldn't help smirking into their kiss, his fingers reaching deeper with each stroke until he simply couldn't reach any further. That was when he decided it was time to really please her. His calloused hands pulled away her underwear and unbuttoned his trousers, and without bothering to get rid of any other clothing yet. His cock was soon buried between her thighs, taking her wholly and completely like a beast took his mate. He growled deeply, bracing her tightly, though carefully, against his bed before he began his beastly assault on her body.
 
The thought that Boar needed her so badly he would take her clothed had Emma moaning as she was tumbled on the bed. She gasped as Boar took complete control, his thick cock spearing her and keeping her pinned to the bed. Her eyes found his, watching his every move as he mastered her in a way that no other man ever had before.
 
When Emma met Boar's gaze, she found an intense dark ocean staring straight back without an ounce of uncertainty, and absolute and complete love and trust in her as well as a soul-deep lust. He was unflinching as he gave her all her body could take and then some.
 
Emma cried out as he gave her his all. The bed beneath them rocked with the force of his thrusts. The slapping of their skin together was incredibly erotic. She whimpered, gasping, crying out in intense pleasure until she came in a violent, sudden rush.
 
Boar was close behind her, and his own release ripped a deep groan from seemingly the pit of his soul. It hadn't been a long session, but it was satisfying and incredibly primal, disregarding all else for the sake of carnal pleasure.
 
Emma clung to her handsome lover, gasping as she felt his hot seed fill her body. She whimpered at the sensation, kissing him with a passion she'd never shared with anyone before.

"Do you forgive me, Lynndon?" She asked softly, using his real name.
 
Boar met her eyes with a sort of silent consideration of how he could put his feelings into words. After a long moment, he finally spoke, "I won' lie an' say it doesn't still hurt a little bit... but I forgave ya th'moment you wrote back t'me tha' second time, or else I did on m'way t'get you."
 
Emma felt a strange feeling of relief at his words. She pulled him close, grinning happily as she kissed him with a passion that she'd never really known before. Perhaps she really was falling in love with this strong man that seemed to love her in return.
 
The days and nights with Boar were nothing if not filled with his love and willingness to please her. With her enticement and his loss of willpower in the face of the hold she had on him, Boar began to look to his older brother's throne with some interest. It was one rather rainy night that Boar came from the town with tears in his eyes and a muddy letter clutched in his hand. He came to Emma seeking comfort, burying his face against her shoulder. Not only was he lost in sorrow, it was also shame and guilt.
 
"Boar, what's the matter?" Emma asked that stormy evening as thunder shook the building.

She held him close, concerned at the reaction that he was having to the letter that was crushed in his hand.
 
"It's Cassie..." he muttered. "Brogan's wife... an assassin killed 'er, nearly Brogan too... 'e sent 'is little girl Annie away t'Ireland with Cassie's folks an' sister..." he lifted his head finally to meet her eyes. "Ma says Brogan's in a rage, that 'e's killin' 'himself with stress."
 
Emma was quiet after his announcement. There were so many things that she wanted to say, but the pain in her strong lover's voice was very real. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and started to rock, pressing her lips against his cheek.

"It'll be alright, Boar." She murmured softly.
 
"She was th' sweetest lass out o' Ireland... an' the most lovin' mother I've known since m'own Ma..." he muttered helplessly. "Annie'll be distraught when she understands what's 'appened... an' Brogan..." h shook his head and buried his face against Emma's shoulder.
 
Again, Emma said nothing as she wrapped her arms tighter around her lover, listening to him speak about the woman that had been lost. She felt nothing for her. She didn't even know her. It was hard to mourn someone that you had never met.

Emma gently pressed her lips against Boar's forehead, comforting him in the only way that she knew how.
 
Boar slowly fell still, and he shook his head again. "I'm sorry, love... I shouldn't let this get t'me so badly." He sat down slowly, looking at the floor. "I'll be alrigh' in a minute..."

He'd always been told that he had to be strong and not show such weak emotions. But that was Tamblin who'd told him that, his cruel father. As a man, he wanted to hold back such emotions. But as a human, he simply couldn't.
 
"Why would you think you're weak for showing emotion?" Emma asked him softly, still holding him tightly as she pressed her forehead against his cheek.
 
"A man's not supposed to cry... Supposed t'be tough an' be the support fer everyone else." Boar then kissed her cheek, "I'm alright... really."

He stepped away to compose himself, but it was clear enough that a man like him needed to let out such things.
 
"A man is allowed to cry, Boar. Especially when someone close to you has died." Emma explained softly, moving to touch his shoulder. "Love, you know that you don't have to hide anything with me."
 
Boar said nothing, but he turned to hug her close, kissing her cheek. "Yer th'first person tha's ever said it's okay... I'm sorry, m'Da jus' never let me cry about anythin', I'm sort of used t'holdin' it back."
 
"Well, I think that we can both agree that your father is most likely burning in hell right now." Emma murmured, drawing Boar into a tight hug.

She knew all about fathers that were absent. She hated that there were people out there that had to experience that kind of pain.
 
"Whether 'e is 'r not, I just wish 'e didn' still effect me 'n' my family..." He kissed her cheek lightly. "I 'ave t'go to Inverness soon... if not fer Brogan, then fer Ma. She loved Cassie like 'er own... An' I have t'make sure Brogan'll be okay."
 
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