The Raven (closed)

"I did, til I fell in love with you," he answered before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. "Yer so beautiful, Emma... how'd I get so lucky...?"
 
Emma sighed as Boar wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. She let her eyes close and for a moment she could believe that she was Boar’s wife, sharing an intimate moment with her husband in Inverlochly. It wasn’t a life that she had ever wanted or asked for, but it had a certain charm to it.

“Go check on dinner. I have a surprise to arrange for you.” She murmured against his ear, nipping on it with a seductive little smile.
 
He chuckled and rose from her side, "Yes, m'lady." With that he returned to the kitchen with a smile on his face, wondering just what she was going to do. He eventually returned, having taken the stew off the fire as it was ready.
 
When Boar returned to the dining hall, Emma was there, spread out across his table with nothing but a smile upon her face. Her long black hair trailed along the wooden surface of the table, her long legs dangling on either side of the edge as her fingers gently worked the wet folds between her thighs. It was seduction in its finest form and her blue eyes locked onto Boar, drawing him closer.

“Won’t you help me?” She asked him, her voice a seductive purr as she let out a long, breathy moan as two of her fingers slipped deep inside her wet passage.
 
For a moment, Boar was frozen in shock. She could see when his mind and body began to work again by how his eyes began to gleam and his arousal became clear. Wordlessly, he approached her right side and his calloused hand laid upon her lower thigh. His fingers found their way slowly inward as his lips sought access to her slender neck. His hand chased her own away and took up its work with at first gentle caresses of her tender flesh and budded clit.
 
Emma let out a low, breathy moan as his rough hand rested upon her thigh, his body looming over hers. She gave him a smile as his fingers found their way quickly to the special spot between her thighs. She cooed for him as his lips found their way to her throat, kissing her warmly as his hand pushed hers away and he started to caress her entrance and throbbing clit.

“Oh…Boar…” She whimpered for him, her finger wrapping around the edge of the table as she felt the first of his thick fingers spear her flesh and slowly start to press inside. “Just like that, my love.”
 
Boar made love to her with his fingers and his lips alone, his thick fingers pressing as deeply as they could reach into her core and pumping slowly. His lips descended to her breast and took her pearled nipple captive.
 
Emma let out a heated cry as his lips found her nipple, suckling on the poor bud as his fingers pressed in and out of her core with aching slowness. She whimpered, struggling so hard to stay still on the table as he made slow, sweet love to her body. She felt her thighs parting further, allowing him access to her wet folds in a way that she had never allowed any man before. She trusted Boar completely and it showed in her actions if not in her words.
 
Boar didn't remain where he was for long, before moving round front of her. He drew her nearer with a Cheshire grin on his face before he leaned down, finding her clit immediately to suckle upon it while his fingers continued pumping slowly into her core. He was slow, deliberate, and intent on giving her more than what she'd asked for.
 
“Boar!” She gasped as he was suddenly between her thighs, suckling on her clit as his fingers continued to pump and stretch her core in the most delicious way. “Yes…”

Each gasp was followed by a moan, laced with whimpers and sighs that filled the dining hall as the master of Inverlochly feasted upon the young woman that had worked her way into his heart and life. It wasn’t too much longer before she felt the familiar stirrings of her release deep in her belly.

“Boar. I’m going to cum.” She whimpered, warning him that she was close and not ready to stop just yet.
 
Lightening his pace for her, Boar slowed down but did not stop. He could hear that she didn't want it to end yet. His fingers kept pumping into her and he lifted his head to kiss at her thigh and hip and belly, whispering to her, "I love you, Emma..."
 
“And I love you, Boar.” She murmured softly as he kissed at her hip and belly, his fingers still working their wonderful magic.

“I want to see your body, love.” She said, her blue eyes holding his for a long moment. “Let me see that beautiful cock.”
 
"Yer a bloody vixen, y'know tha'?" He asked her teasingly, but he obliged her, pulling away to undress before her. His scarred, muscular frame suited him well, as did his hard shaft as he came forward to her again. He took her hands, placing her arms about his neck before he took hold of her hips and brought her in until his cock just touched to her folds.
 
Emma purred with delight as he pulled her up, placing her arms about his neck and holding her hips until his cock barely touched her wet folds. She shivered, looking up at Boar as he promised her so much with that single action.

“Take me how you like, Boar. I want the full power of the man that I love.” She murmured, nipping and kiss his throat.
 
"Then we best no' use th'table," he smirked, knowing full well the power he possessed. He swept her up in his arms and whisked her away to his own bedroom which she hadn't been in for some time. He laid her across the soft sheets and came to his knees before her, stealing another kiss as his hard shaft touched to her folds again. Taking her hips once more, he drove his cock hard home into her core with a dark groan.
 
Emma giggled as Boar swept her up in his arms and beat a hasty retreat to his bedroom, placing her on the soft sheets before he stole another dark kiss from her. She whimpered, gasping against his lips as his cock drove home hard into her core. Both of them groaned, her fingernails digging into his flesh so hard that she nearly drew blood.
 
Boar didn't care if she did draw blood, it only added to the experience. He wracked her body with intense pleasure at his hard, deep thrusts that showed him to be a master of her pleasure. He learned quickly what she liked and how.
 
Emma clung to Boar, each deep thrust from his body drawing a gasp from her lips. Her black hair swirled around them, her body wrapped around his own as he showed her what things could be like with him. It was amazing. It was incredibly beautiful. It was intoxicating.

“More.” She whispered against his ear, biting the lobe and nibbling it as his thrusts continued with no signs of stopping.
 
Boar did everything else he could think of, pinning her to the sheets and pressing his palm to her belly to double the sensation while he lowered his lips to her breasts again and his other hand came to find her clit. He practically overloaded her with pleasure.
 
It wasn’t long before Emma practically screamed out her pleasure. The moment that his palm pressed against her belly, doubling the sensation as he teased her clit, was her undoing. Emma bucked her hips against his, cumming with a loud cry as her entire body arched beneath his.
 
Boar smirked to himself at her pleasure and with a few more powerful thrusts, he buried his cock between her thighs and filled her belly with his seed with a loud groan. He supported himself above her, panting heavily and remaining motionless before her.
 
“God above, Boar.” Emma murmured, panting to catch her breath as he filled her with his seed and supported himself above her. “You’re a beast.”

Her voice was full of awe, a silly little grin on her lips as they both basked in the afterglow of what they had shared.
 
"Th'name 'Boar' didn' stick fer nothin'," he smirked down at her before he leaned down and kissed her hungrily. He didn't seem quite satisfied yet and she soon felt it as he hardened again within her.
 
“Again?” Emma asked with a small laugh as he kissed her with a hunger that she’s never known in her life. “Well, I hate to tell you this, Boar, but if you want me a second time, you’ll have to catch me.”

With that, she gave a shove to his shoulders, rolling from beneath him and hurrying from his room. She was naked as the day that she was born but she felt so wild and free with Boar around. He was willing to do anything and willing to try anything.
 
Boar bolted after her like a lion after his prey, reveling in the chase. He slid round a corner after her, then nearly tripped over himself with a laugh. He kept his feet and raced on, eventually cornering her in the hearth den. He looked ready to pounce, a smirk on his face as he trapped her, standing between her and her way out.
 
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