Page 74 of Emma & Edmund

"You'll be the death of me," he grumbled, before slowly drawing out and plunging back in.

He set a brutal pace that left only the barest amount of room for Emma to just hold on. The endless chorus of moans falling from her lips was only slightly muffled by her natural bedding.

At the mercy of Edmund's strong hold and thick cock, Emma's eyes rolled back in her skull with just how wonderful it felt. It was primal, degenerative in nature, but every pore on her skin and every vein in her body screamed for more. The loud squelching returned, fueled by the desperate need boiling within her.

"Oh, God!" Emma screamed, clawing at the dirt, nails digging into the soil. "Edmund,yes. More, please, oh God..."

An endless stream of begs came at an almost unintelligible rate, instinctually throwing her hips against his to heighten the pleasure that was already overwhelming. The familiar coil of release was rapidly tightening in her gut, and the guttural, husky grunts coming from behind her only aided the cause.

The dam burst with a strangled cry, half caught in her throat. A gush of wetness spurted around the cock frantically moving within her, dripping down her leg.

Distantly, through the fog her pleasure blinded her with, a roar sounded, and fingers crushed her hips, thick heat filling her to the brim.

Emma watched through her tear-lined eyelashes as a bit of it fell from between her legs, plopping onto the soft ground in a small puddle.

Where the slapping, crying sounds of sex filled the valley before, gasping, ragged, and drained breaths came to replace them.

After a long, heaving moment, Emma whimpered when Edmund peeled his hands from her. Slowly, feeling as though he would plunge back in at any moment, he pulled his still-hardened member from her pulsing hole. With it, a large dollop of the seed laid within her followed.

Out of his hold, Emma collapsed under her weight. Every muscle in her legs screamed, her arms were completely numb. Her nails were caked with dirt, but even if nearly every inch of her skin was soaked in sweat, the only thought in Emma's mind was to clutch onto the remaining waves of her completion.

There was no sensation she could compare it to, no satisfaction that felt as good. It felt as if she had completed her life's purpose.

"Come here, you," a croaky-voiced Edmund murmured, scooping her limp body with ease. In a blink, Emma found herself cradled against the chest she had wanted to touch so badly, held gently by the same hands that left quickly bluing bruises on her hips.

"Isn't this precious?"

Chapter 20

Reason returned with a fervor, bringing with it a crashing wave of shame. Scrambling out of Edmund's lap, Emma stumbled on unsteady legs, slamming her aching body into the ground.

"Emma, be careful!" With far more grace than she displayed, Edmund was at her side in an instant, drawing her up by her trembling hand. "Who's there?"

Whipping her head from side to side, wet hair slapping at her face, Emma realized what Edmund already had.

While a voice had clearly spoken, boomed even, no one had broken the barrier of trees. It was impossible to determine where the words had come from.

Emma found herself cowering into Edmund's side, fear filling her.

What if it was Jonathan who was now witnessing a green creature's seed dripping from his sister? Or worse, Margaret?

"Show yourself." Edmund sounded far more confident than she. But pressed into him as she was, she felt how wildly his heart was beating, how it matched her own.

A crack of a twig caught both of their attention, snapping to the spot.

"We should go," Emma whispered, eyeing the pile of clothes and wondering just how quickly she could redress. Luckily, it seemed Edmund had the same thought, already guiding them to the pile.

"Yes, let's-"

"Leaving already?"

Emma couldn't stop the scream that ripped out of her battered throat.

She couldn't be seeing correctly, had to be half mad with apprehension, and there was no chance the thing she saw before her, not even halfway across the clearing, was truly there.

The intruder hadn't made a sound and yet was nowhere near the tree line, as if it had been walking up to them as casually as a Sunday stroll. But that oddity was far from the last.

Its skin was as red as a ruby, inexplicably glowing from within like light through a darkened lampshade. And by God, did Emma see nearly every inch of that odd skin. Naked from head to toe, it still managed to be wearing clothes by a tight whisp of cloth tied loosely around defined hips. A mop of jet-black hair wrapped around pointed ears, whipping in the wind.

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