The Raven (closed)

"Temptress," he grinned, and just to surprise her, he decided to join her. Stripping down, he slid into the large bath with her and drew her onto his lap. His hands slid down her lower back, over the curve of her bottom and came to rest on her hips. Letting her come to rest against his chest, he smiled handsomely up at her before kissing her slender neck warmly, seeking her flawless, lovely skin.
 
Emma moaned softly as he slipped into the bath behind her, drawing her into his lap. As she settled back against his chest, she moved her head to the side, allowing him to kiss at her throat. Her own hands rested on his forearms, gripping him tightly as his hands cradled her hips.
 
Boar relaxed back against the bath wall, letting himself enjoy the feeling of Emma's body nestled against his own. She could feel his arousal, but he paid it no mind for the moment, his hands splaying across her belly as he practically made love to her skin, kissing and caressing across her throat and shoulder.
 
"Boar..." She whimpered as his hands held her still, his lips caressing along her skin as they'd done so often in the past.
 
"Yeah, love?" He murmured deeply against her ear, letting his fingers trail dangerously close to her folds as he stroked her thighs in that perfect, body-lighting way and sending fire and shivers up her spine.
 
"Don't stop." She whispered, gasping as his fingers slid so close to her folds, gripping her thighs as she trembled with want and need. "Please don't stop."
 
Boar pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder, and soon he obliged her letting his fingers slip past her folds to caress along her tender bud and just the very edge of her entrance. His lips continued to worship her skin when his fingers pressed into her core as far as they could. His fingers weren't especially long, but they were thick and he knew how to use them.
 
"Ohh!" Emma moaned as Boar caressed along her bud for a moment before pressing his fingers deep inside of her body.

Her body bucked in the water as he held her still. She strained against the pleasure as her head finally relaxed back against his shoulder, her moans of pleasure echoing straight into his ear.
 
Boar's lips caressed her throat with gentle encouragement, and soon he drew his fingers away and took hold of her hips, lifting her up until she could sink back down onto his aroused cock. He let out a slow and soft groan, leaning back to leverage his back against the tub. His thrusts were slow, and there was no rush in his touch.
 
Emma held her breath as Boar lifted her hips up and slowly lowered her back onto his cock. Her breath rushed out as a moan, her fingers digging into the flesh of his forearms as he slowly started to make love to her.
 
"Relax, sweet'eart..." Boar whispered in her ear. He'd always noticed how tense she was in making love. He placed a sweet kiss against her temple and lifted one hand back to her belly, encouraging her to relax and let him do the work. He was certain that she'd enjoy it much more if she did.
 
Emma whimpered as he whispered against her ear, making her trembled as his hand slid to her belly. She struggled to relax, to let him take the control and ever so slowly she relaxed her hands, the muscles of her belly, the tense muscles of her legs.
 
"Good, love..." he smiled, keeping up his slow, beautiful thrusts. With her body relaxed, he could move her easily until he found just the right pace and angle to make her- and himself- see stars. His hands rose to her breasts and massaged them slowly in time with his strokes, encouraging her further.
 
Emma let out a cry as he found that spot within her that made her go completely limp. She turned her head against his shoulder, letting him hear her pleasure completely as his large hand came to cup her breast. He squeezed in time with his thrusts and Emma swore that she would turn herself inside out.

"Lynndon..." She moaned, gasping again as she came hard around his slowly pumping cock.
 
Boar couldn't help a smile as she spoke his true name. For some reason when she said it, it sounded nice rather than embarrassing. He held her tenderly as her climax slowly came down, and with a gentle moan, he let loose his seed into her belly, filling her womb. The kisses he placed along her neck and shoulder seemed to be thanking her, until their lips came together in a beautiful, warm kiss that truly told her of his affection and gratitude.
 
Emma lost herself in the warm kiss that he bestowed upon her. She relaxed further as his hands continued to cradle her body so gently, letting her know just how much he loved her. She pressed her forehead against his cheek.

"You're a saint, Boar Ghis." She said softly, watching as the smile that he had on his lips softened slightly. "I'll only call you Lynndon when we make love...or when you infuriate me."
 
"So when y'say it an' yer not moanin', I know I'm in trouble," he teased with another kiss. His great arms wrapped around her and they rose from the tub. After wrapping a towel around her and his own waist, he carried her to her bed, sitting her on its edge before he knelt and laid his head in her lap with a content sigh.
 
"Don't worry, Boar. You'll know when I'm upset." Emma said softly as she was settled on the edge of the bed.

Reaching down, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment that they were sharing. He was kind, he was gentle with her, he was completely understanding. He wanted a chance to give her a family and that was all that she had ever wanted in her life.
 
"I dunno," he murmured with a smile, "I'm sorta thick-'eaded if y'haven't guessed yet." He lifted his head to gaze up at her, and she could see the adoration and wonder at her beauty. Despite how their relationship had come to be, he would not trade it for the world.
 
"And I'm glad that you're so thick headed." Emma said softly, leaning down to kiss him warmly once more, her fingers tangling tightly in his hair.
 
He rose before her, pulling her with him as he laid across her bed, until she was wrapped up in his arms and nestled close against him and he relaxed with a content sigh. "I love ya, Emma..." he whispered as his eyes closed.
 
Emma was quiet for a long moment before she nestled herself against his side and let out a slow sigh. "And I love you, Lynndon."
 
It was nearly three years before Emma and Boar found their chance to finally visit Inverness to see if they couldn't take the throne. They'd heard that Brogan had become harsh, even on the verge of inhuman and entirely emotionless since the loss of Cassie, and he'd only visited his young daughter a handful of times since sending her away. Lady Katherine's wasting illness was getting worse, and tensions with Wick were high. With Inverness about to fall apart, it was the perfect time to swoop in and take over. It would be Lady Katherine who decided, and surely she'd see that Boar was better fit to be King when Brogan had become so stone-hearted. Boar drove the small carriage across the highlands, Emma comfortably situated in the back. They'd married as soon as it seemed they had a fighting chance of ruling Inverness, as well as when they'd learned Emma was carrying Boar's child. The great man was over the moon about the whole thing despite Emma's doubts that she could carry a child.

"Not long now, love," Boar called back to her, "When we get t'the top o' that hill, ye'll be able t'see it."
 
"Can we please stop and rest?" Emma begged, struggling to get comfortable on the cushioned seats. "This is the most miserable ride I've ever had."

Carrying Boar's child had been incredibly hard on Emma. She had sleepless nights and sickening mornings. She was already swollen in her ankles, breasts, and fingers and her belly was a perfect round shape. Still, she was miserable and cranky all the time.
 
"No problem," Boar nodded, pulling the carriage to a slow halt so not to jar her. He was beyond excited to be home, but he knew he had to pace himself for Emma's sake. If he'd been on his own, he probably would've ridden the whole way without hardly stopping. He slid down from his seat and came to open the door up for her, offering her his hands to help her out. "I'm sorry it's so tough on ya, love. But this is th'smoothest ride a carriage can give." He let her lean on him, and he set her carefully on her feet in the soft grass. He pulled a soft cushion and a blanket out from the carriage for her if she wanted to sit down. "Once we're there, I'll make sure yer well comfortable, darlin'. Won't be an hour more." He turned to face the horizon on which Inverness lay. From their position, they could see the stone keep with it's two towers looming high over the village, and the reflection of the loch just beyond it. "Inverlochly's a fine place... but there's nowhere in th'world like Inverness."
 
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