Page 109 of Emma & Edmund

Her whole body quivered when, without even breaking eye contact, Edmund shifted and suddenly, a thick, pulsing weight fell on her leg. With their noses touching, it would be impossible not to see the expectant, excited sheen in his eyes.

Swallowing thickly, she looked down.

It wasn't the first time his cock blessed her flesh, but with her face buried in the moss and coated in rain, laying her eyes on the sword that broke her wasn't a priority.

"Oh, God!" She couldn't stop the wheezing words from choking up her throat. There surely wasn’t a possibility that gargantuan thing had been inside of her. If it had, her organs surely would have ruptured, her knees permanently weak. It was as wide as her wrist, a darker green than the rest of him. A thick, pulsing vein ran just below the surface.

"You sound horrified," Edmund chuckled, kissing her palm. Although he laughed, his smile stiffened in a way only a male slighted over his member could.

"It's not that," Emma reassured, pecking his cheek. "It's just...how?"

"How what, my darling?"

"How is it so large?"

A booming laugh filled the cabin as Edmund threw his head back with the force of it. Barely collecting himself, he slipped his fingers around her face, holding her steady to give her a long, slow kiss. With his lips moving across hers, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive flesh, Emma melted again into his hold.

Taking full advantage, his hand flitted over her shoulders, caressing the curve of her breasts that mounded over her neckline, and rounded around her stomach before clutching her hips.

She let out a gasp into his mouth at the force of it, and he slipped his tongue in as he pulled her closer to him. With only a moment of resistance, Edmund pushed the tip of his leaking cock into Emma's warm, waiting body.

Her thighs spread as wide as they could go, turning red where their skin slid against one another, and her stomach quivered with each move he made. But it all felt so natural as an impossibly large rod slowly impaled her body.

Through gasps and pants from the effort of relaxing and accommodating herself, Emma could not tear her gaze away from the massive dark green thing slowly working its way within her. It seemed too large to fit, and yet her body provided. A bloom of pride grew with each inch he was able to fit in.

He was about halfway in when he pulled out, keeping only the very tip within her, before slamming back in.

The cry that ripped from Emma's throat must have been heard all the way to Belmont, but it didn't stop the reprise that came. Tears sprung from her eyes and down her face, only to be caught by Edmund's lips, peppering kisses across her face.

While he did not bottom out, still a portion unable to enter, it still felt as if his cock thrust through her stomach.

"I'm sorry my love, I tried to hold out..."

Before his thought was finished, the pain had already dissipated, leaving only a pleasant burn creeping down her limbs. Even if he had expressed regrets, his movements never stuttered and the plundering of the very core of her only grew more frantic.

Keeping one hand to hold her steady, the other gripped at the edge of the counter, using it as leverage to thrust in her with even more fury. With a deep, husky groan, Edmund buried his face into the crook of her neck, sweet nothings falling from his mouth without pause.

Not that Emma could hear them, of course, not over her own noise that came endlessly. Supporting herself with two palms flat on the wood, she chased her bliss by meeting each of Edmund's thrusts with her own, throwing herself down on his pounding cock as if her life depended on it.

With only a gush of moist pleasure bursting from her as a warning, she met her completion with a guttural moan. Her hips ground against his, chasing the overwhelming sensation.

Powerful thrusts filled her over and over again, a desperate twinge overtaking Edmund's muttering. Just as she was regaining her senses, they were snatched away again as his teeth clamped down on her collarbone, his tusks burning into the sensitive skin of her neck.

With a growl against her throat, liquid heat filled her to the brim.

Raspy breathing filled a room where slapping skin and wonton groans had just been, both residents clinging to the last beautiful ends of their orgasms.

"Edmund," Emma whispered once her voice returned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and drawing him in close, trying not to whimper as it pushed his still-hard cock back into her battered entrance. "I love you."

"Are you trying for another go?"

Chuckling, Emma pressed her mouth to his, relishing in the familiar way the tip of his tusks pressed into her cheeks with just enough pressure. His shoulders relaxed under her arms, gently deepening the kiss as he lifted his chin just so, cradling her body with both hands. Thick and long fingers spread the expanse of the hot, sweat-licked skin of her back.

"I am so sorry, my love," Emma said against his lips, separating only just enough to speak legibly.

"I have forgotten what for," Edmund mumbled back, leaning into the small gap between them.

"No!" Emma pulled away, cupping his cheeks between her palms. "Truly. I'll spend the rest of my life making amends."

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