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Greetings all, this is Apex85 here with another Cold Steel Lemon.
Taking place right after the True Ending of Cold Steel 4. Right after the final battle, Rean is still trying to process the fact that he's somehow still alive in spite of it all. To help him out of his funk and celebrate their victory comes the affection of his Witch: Emma Millstein.
If this sounds familiar to a certain other lemon I wrote, that's not a coincidence. It's literally the same scenario but just with a different girl, so the beginning of it will be the same up until how our favorite witch will make her appearance. Figured it'd be appropriate seeing that they're doing it in her hometown. Hope you all enjoy what everyone's favorite Class President has in store for her precious Chevalier.
Whether this took place after my previous Rean x Emma lemon or is them having their first time following the canon path is up to your imagination.
So anyway, here it is, enjoy.
Narration: Nice
Spoken words: "Beautiful"
Thoughts and emphasis: It's been far too long.
(Eryn Village, Sutherland Province, Erebonian Empire, September 2nd, 1204)
Waking up early was no difficult task for Rean Schwarzer. Thanks to the strict training regiment in the Eight Leaves One Blade School drilled into him by Yun-Kafai, being an early riser was already a long instilled habit of his long before entering Thors Military Academy and becoming an instructor.
Still, waking up when it was still the dead of night was a bit much even for the admitted early riser. A brief look at his ARCUS-II put the time at almost 2am.
Granted, its not too surprising, its hard to believe any of this is still real...
It had been barely twelve hours ago that he and his friends confronted his father, Chancellor Osborne at the Empyreal Fortress. After a long grueling battle, he and the rest of the Radiant Wings miraculously emerged victorious, successfully ending the rivalries and putting away the Great One for good, and stopping the war in its tracks.
After the battle ended, he and the rest of the Radiant Wings reconvened for a bit for a quick debrief and celebration before going their separate ways. Prince Olivert returned to Heimdallr to help oversee negotiations of the end of the war with Alfin following close behind, the Ironbloods in tow to face trial and set the record straight. Principal Le Guin went to reorganize the Weissland armies, while the SSS and Liberl teams returned to their respective homes to ensure they were doing fine. Zephyr and the Stahlritter went their own ways, leaving Class VII to their own devices.
They each would have their own roles to play in the upcoming days to help ease tensions in the Empire, but for the time being the Class decided to take the night to unwind. Thoughtlessly, the Class decided to spend the night at Eryn to relax and have their own personal mini-celebration before they head out to handle their own parts in post-war rebuilding, or in the New Class VII's case, preparing to return to a normal school life. After a brief respite of music and feasting most of them turned in.
Glancing around the room, he saw the other men of Class VII were still asleep. Roselia had offered the Class to stay at her Atelier for the time being to recuperate after the Final Rivalry. The Crimson Witch had also requested they stay over so that she could examine Rean to confirm that the last traces of the Curse were gone for good, which Emma and Celine both did their best to assist with. Once that, and the resulting celebration was over, the rest of the Class turned in to sleep with some of them grouping together to sleep in different rooms, with Rean sharing a room with Jusis, Gaius, and Kurt.
Casting a quick glance showed the three were sound asleep. A quick widening of his senses confirmed that the rest of the occupants were still asleep in their rooms as well.
Ah well, guess I won't be getting any sleep anytime, might as well head out and walk for a bit to clear my mind, see if that helps.
Nodding to himself, Rean quietly extricated himself from his bed. Having been too exhausted after everything to change into a different set of clothing, Rean was clad in a simple grey button down shirt and black trousers.
"It'll do." The Divine Blade whispered to himself before slowly reaching for his ARCUS and Tachi-Just in case- then putting on some shoes before stealthily moving out of the room. He may not have been a master of stealth like Sharon(who thankfully returned to Irina's side), Fie, or Rixia but getting out of the atelier w/o waking up the rest(several of whom were inebriated) was well within his capabilities.
Now outside, Rean Schwarzer began his late night stroll.
(Eryn Village outskirts, moments later)
"It really does seem like something out of a fairytale." The Branch Campus Instructor intoned as he gazed upon the Witch's village as he walked around.
Upon Rose's return and regaling the events of the Empyreal Fortress to the villagers, they gave much words of congratulations and assisted greatly in the celebrations, offering much in the feast and drink to their Elder and the members of Class VII. Contrary what some old stories he once heard as a child claimed(and would never think to say aloud in front of Emma or her family), witches weren't nocturnal creatures who spent the late hours practicing their magicks or the type to spend their nights in drink and debauchery. Once the initial high of the celebrations ran their course, the people of Eryn had also went to slumber.
It being so late at night, most if not all the villagers had also gone to sleep, none of the homes in the small town having even a single light on. Yet despite that it wasn't dark, as he could still make out the details even at night. With no lights on from the townfolk, the light from the moon and stars, possible effected by the warded veil across the landscape shone a bright silhouette across the village, giving it an ethereal light like something out of a fairytale.
Walking around to see more of the picturesque view, Rean took a moment to breath in and out to taste the nighttime air. The summer this year had been somewhat cooler than usual, but the village itself also seemed to be more on the brisk side, with there being a nice comfortable breeze.
Saving assumptions on climate for another time, the newly christened Divine Blade took deep breaths as if to implant the comfortable breeze into his being. As he did so, his right hand came up to his chest over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm of its beat as his mind drifted elsewhere to the events earlier that day.
He could still barely believe it. After everything else he actually managed to survive. Ever since he learned of his role as the Sacrifice, no even before that when he learned the Chancellor-his father, Giliath Osborne, had implanted his own heart into Rean via the Curse, he knew there was a possibility, if not outright certainty, that he wouldn't survive past the end of the Rivalries. That the battle on the Tuatha De Danann could very well be the one where he met his end.
And it almost was, and it would have been me who did it. The man formerly known as the Ashen Awakener ruefully intoned.
He could still remember the feeling of when The Great One attempted to overshadow him after Valimar took in the Ebon Knight's essence. The sheer malice and hatred of Ishmelga's twisted psyche as it permeated across his being, how its daunting voice echoed in his skull demanding he relinquish his entire being and soul to it, and how he, like the fool he was, seemed so ready to take his own life to prevent it w/o even thinking of an alternative. Had Alberich-no, Franz Reinford's ghost not appeared at the last and pointed out Rean still having Agreas' Gift, he would have gone and attempted to self-destruct Valimar in the hope of removing the Curse at the cost of his own life.
Naturally, the rest weren't happy with his near suicide attempt. As soon as the battle was over and they had returned to the Courageous, the rest of Class VII, old and and new, didn't waste a second before railing against Rean for attempting such a reckless stunt after they had all resolved to survive the battle together, especially when an alternative method was so readily available. Crow and Millium outright admitting that they would have followed him in death only made Rean feel even worse about it.
But worst of all, was the pained tearful expression on Emma's face. The Class President and Witch of Class VII who had guided him as an Awakener, who he had confessed his love too just the night prior. Once they had returned to the Courageous she remained silent, save for a hurt expression on her face, her hurt at his selfish attempt at self-sacrifice evident on her face acting like a dagger to his heart. When she had assisted Roselia in looking over his hurt to ensure the last of the Curse was gone for good, she had been silent throughout it all, do doubt disappointed at him for his thoughtless action.
"I really am a screw up aren't I?" Rean wistfully intoned, pressing his palm over his face in shame. So many times they all told him to stop taking all the burdens to himself only for him to disregard that advice even as he himself espoused similar views to the others saying how they as a Class were strongest acting together and attempting to impart that to his students as well.
Fool, idiot and hypocrite all in one. I really am a lost cause. He sighed to himself.
He then slapped himself on the cheeks to clear those thoughts from his head. The past is the past, only way is forward from here on out. Starting tomorrow all there is to do is for him to try and make it up to everyone else.
"I need to clear my head." He stated to himself. To his side, he saw the walkway leading to the Fairy Springs. "Suppose a late night bath wouldn't hurt."
Nodding to himself, Rean immediately walked towards the springs to engage in one of his favorite pastimes to clear his thoughts.
(Minutes Later at the Springs)
In the silence of the night, the soft sound of rippling water seemed to echo across the clearing as Rean Schwarzer stepped into the springs. Clad in nothing but a towel hanging around his waist, Rean slowly placed his foot on the water's surface to gauge the temperature. Satisfied at the feel of the temperature, Rean unwrapped the towel from his waist, leaving his entire sculpted body nude as the day he was the born exposed to the night air, and placed it on the side before lowering himself into the spring.
Sighing in contentment as he felt the warm water washing over him, energy seeming to course through his being as the springs properties rejuvenated him.
"This is the best." Rean breathed out as he stretched his arms over his head to work any kinks out of his shoulders before leaning back to the surface, his arms splaying out to the sides, his eyes shut in contentment as he felt his muscles relaxed. Relaxing, he could feel the gentle breeze of the night flow across his body, nicely complimenting the warmth of the spring.
Taking a deep breath, Rean swallowed the fresh air around the area. He always did enjoy a good soak in a spring, the ones here in Eryn definitely did were some of the best he'd ever been to. The warmth that seemingly never became to hot, the scenery, the way he always felt so energized afterwards, truly fitting for something made by witches.
"This is nice" Rean breathed out.
"Glad you like it so much, it makes me happy." An unexpected soft voice chimed in the night.
Eyes snapping wide at the noise Rean turned his head to the direction of the voice, chastising himself for getting so caught up in the moment to not notice anyone approaching.
His breath caught at the sight.
At the edge of the spring just a few selge away from him stood a familiar and beautiful young woman. Standing at average height with long plum colored hair that was usually held in a braid but now completely free, trailing all the way down to her waist. A beautiful heart shaped face with cheeks stained wit a red blush and crystal blue eyes peered at him even as a voluptuous frame was barely covered by a towel around her that did little to disguise her figure and long legs and bountiful cleavage even as her willowy arms wrapped around her. With the moon and stars behind her back illuminating her frame with her reflection appearing in the pool of the springs, Emma Millstein seemed to glow in an ethereal night in the eyes of the former Awakener, fitting for the stories of Witches and their enchanting beauty he had heard in his youth.
Rean remained still as he stared at her, then several seconds later stopped as he realized his state of undress and posture in front of the witch and hastily made a grab for his towel.
"Stop." Emma intoned, the surprisingly firm tone halting Rean in his tracks, even as he instinctively crossed his legs to hopefully obscure an obvious part of his anatomy from view. Swallowing his spit, Rean turned to face the witch. "I've, already seen it, there wouldn't be a point in covering up now." She stated with a blush, avoiding eye contact.
Never before had Rean wished for the earth to swallow him whole as he did then and there.
Unheeded by his reaction, Emma then came closer to him before entering the springs right next to Rean, causing him to swallow his spit as he looked away, noticing that despite her words Emma still kept her own towel wrapped around.
She's probably still mad, or disappointed. Rean mentally stated.
"You couldn't sleep?" Emma asked after several seconds in order to break the silence.
Eyes still averted, Rean shook his head. "No. I tried but it didn't come easy so I decided to take a late night stroll to clear my head." He then looked up at the sky, gazing at the stars as he let his mind wander. "I guess its because it hasn't really hit me yet." He then lowered his head to look at his eye, as well as gazing at his reflection in the water. "That the war was stopped, that the Curse is gone, that we won, that..."
"That you're still alive either." The witch stated, the monotone of the statement as if it was a simple fact and lack of anger in her tone making the Awakener wince. Hearing a shift of the water indicating movement, Rean felt a hand grasp his chin before turning his head aside, meeting bright blue eyes.
Being so close to Emma like this, him naked with her in just a towel while both of them were soaking wet in the springs would have sent Rean's heart beating out of control and had him worrying about his length.
Any worries or thoughts of that sort died when he saw Emma's face, her eyes downcast with worry as a sad frown creased her lips.
"I also couldn't sleep." Emma admitted, as her sad blue eyes gazed into Rean's fuschia orbs, her left hand shifting away from his chin to cup his left cheek. "But it was for a somewhat different reason." She softly intoned.
Curiosity overcoming him, Rean placed his hand over her's in a soft but firm grip. "What was it then?"
"I had a bad dream." Emma admitted. "We were fighting Ishmelga again, but..." She paused for a bit, the memory of the dream no doubt painful for her to recall. "But you didn't survive. You actually went through with your original plan to die and take Ishmelga went through." She stated out, her voice shaking, as her words seemed to pour ice down Rean's spine at the reminder of his mistake. "You took Valimar all the way out of the atmosphere and detonated him, the explosion so large and blinding I'm certain the soldiers fighting on the ground would have noticed it, taking the Curse to the grave, even when there wouldn't be anything left of you to put in one."
As she choked out the words near the end, Emma began to shake in place. Seeing her like that, Rean immediately closed the distance between the two of them, heedless of his state of undress, and immediately pulled her into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively and pressing her flush to him. He could feel the fabric of her towel begin to rustle at the sudden movement, allowing more of her chest to press onto his own, allowing him to fee the echo of her heartbeat. Emma's own hands quickly grasped his shoulders in a vice grip as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry." Rean choked out, at his position his breath flowed into her ear, causing the witch to shiver.
"No, don't be." Emma stated with a shake of her head. "I should be the one apologizing for being so short with you after we came back. I shouldn't have given you the cold shoulder like that after everything we went through. That's why I came here." Reluctantly, she pushed off of Rean's grasp to look him in the eye, her blue eyes seeming to radiate desperation. "As soon as I woke up from that nightmare I was became so scared for you and knew I had to see you, to make sure that you were still there and that it really was just a dream. Then saw you walking out of the atelier from the window. I knew right away that I needed to apologize for that so I followed you here." She then buried her face into his chest, her hands still keeping a firm grip on his shoulders. "I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Rean retorted while shaking his head. "It was all my fault. I was the one who immediately tried to make a sacrificial play at that moment without thinking of any alternatives first." He gently pushed her so that she could look him in the eyes, letting him see her glistening blue gaze. "I deserved that for being such an idiot. No idiot is too soft for what I was about to do. Confessing to you just to die less than a day after that went beyond idiocy and into straight up cruelty."
"You're too hard on yourself." Emma rebutted, her face still buried in his chest.
"I guess that applies for both of us." Rean stated. "But that's already done. Lets just say we both messed up and move forward from here on, if you're still willing to put up with a self-sacrificing idiot like me." He trailed of somewhat unsurely at the end.
In response to his query, Emma forewent a verbal reply in favor of raising her face off of his chest and immediately pressed her lips to his own. Rean leaned into the kiss, enjoying the sensation of her soft lips on his own, savoring the warmth.
Several seconds later, Emma separated her lips from his. "That should be answer enough. You Rean Schwarzer are the only man I ever have or will ever love and nothing will change that." She breathed out, her voice laced with warmth, love, finality and desire. "But I want you to promise me." She stated, her expression and voice turning firm and commanding as she made eye contact, her crystal blue eyes bearing into his, making it abundantly clear she expects him to do as told. "That you will never, NEVER, do something like that again." She stated with a tone of finality that brooked no arguments.
Gulping in response to his lover's command, Rean took a deep breath before straightening his posture and his gaze to peer directly into her bright blue eyes, and spoke with utmost resolution. "I promise to you Emma Millstein, that I will never do anything so reckless with my life and risk leaving you alone ever again." He declared in a firm but reassuring voice.
His words had the intended effect as Emma's expression softened. "Good, that's all I wanted. I know you wouldn't lie about something like that, but.."
"But?" Rean questioned.
"I want something more than spoken word. Actions speak louder than words after all." Emma stated.
Rean nodded. "Ask, I'll do anything to prove I'm serious. What do you want me to do?"
In response Emma immediately stood up her hands hugging her loosened towel to her form. Peering down at Rean she made a simple request. "Stand up." Rean attempted to grab his towel at the side before Emma raised her hand to halt him. "No towels."
Bashfully, Rean acquiesced to her request and stood up and revealed his naked form to her, allowing Emma's eyes to glance him over. Thanks to years of swordsmanship training he had a strong, lean and fit physique. His physique was complimented by his height, at 178 rege he wasn't the tallest of all the men in the Class or the other groups but to Emma's eyes he was still handsome as his long sculpted legs attested. The moonlight and stars offered enough illumination to allow her to make out the details of his body, as his skin glistened thanks the water from the spring leaving his body wet. His shoulders were broad leading to a wide back and toned muscular arms and a strong sculpted torso with well defined abdominals and sculpted pectorals. As she took in the sights, Ema licked her lips absentmindedly as her cheeks reddened at seeing him so exposed. On his left pectoral, over where his heart is was the scar that had marked him as a Sacrifice. Her eyes focused on the scar, seeing through rugged tissue and into the heart underneath, a frown miring her face as she remembered all the suffering the curse brought to so many, especially him.
Damned Ishmelga, Gehenna's flames would be too good for you. She mentally screamed, at the being that caused such untold suffering, worst of all to the man in front of her who deserved so much better.
"Its not a pretty sight, I know..." Rean trailed off, having noticed her stare at his scar.
Blinking at being broken out of her thoughts Emma shook her head at his words, internally chastising herself for giving him the wrong impression. Slowly, she then walked towards him, the splashing water left in the wake of her footsteps seeming to echo in the quiet of the night , then placed her right hand over the scar, her other hand keeping her towel in place. "That's not it at all." She then lightly caressed his skin around the scar, gently massaging him, at the same time reaching out with her power to examine it, to ensure that the Curse's hold on him was gone for good. Once she had confirmed it, her face formed a gentle smile as she leaned her face towards him until her face was pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat echoing at a rapid pace in excitement on her ear and cheek as her right hand held his shoulder to support her against him. For several seconds she stayed rooted in place, content to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, the proof that he was alive as she basked in his warmth. Seeing how comfortable she felt, Rean placed his right hand on top of Emma's head, lightly ruffling her purple locks as his left hand gently grasped her right hand which was on his shoulder.
"You've suffered so much." Emma softly intoned, as she broke the silence. "You didn't deserve to go through all of that."
"I wasn't the only one who suffered." Rean replied as she gently stroke Emma's head, causing her to slightly purr. "Besides, it wasn't all bad. I managed to meet everyone in Class VII. And you especially." Gently, his hand went down to her chin and gently prodded her up to look him in the eyes. "That made it all worth it. I love you Emma Millstein, so so much."
Her heart fluttered at the words. "Then it's only right I make sure I let the man I love becomes happier from here on out." She then giggled for a bit, "Though if a certain part of you is any indication, I might be off to a good start." She stated by shifting her body, feeling Rean's hard member pressing against her stomach, the shape and hardness being evident to her even with her towel in the way.
Rean paused at that and attempted to explain.
"No." Emma stated as she placed her finger on his lips to keep him quiet. "I don't need an explanation. This is exactly what I wanted to accomplish when I came here to see you in the springs." She then placed her hand back on his chest and gently pushed him back, allowing her to see his long rigid length in full detail. Standing at 20 rege fully erect, she noticed that he was circumcised and had no pubic hair.
This is a man's, Rean's... Absentmindedly, her right hand reached down to it and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, eliciting a hiss of surprise from Rean as he shuddered at the touch. Gently, her fingers began to caress his length in a soft caress and massage as she felt the heat radiating off the length, only part of it she knew came from the springs. She felt him pulsate more and more as her digits danced across the skin of his shaft, his breath beginning to quicken as she noticed a hint of precum forming at the tip.
"Emma..." Rean choked out, his eyes shut at the sensation.
Hearing his voice, Emma released her hold on his manhood, causing him to moan at the loss of the warmth around him.
"Sorry." Emma stated as she stepped backwards from Rean, his eyes opening to look at her. "Can't let it end yet. Also," she trailed off as her hands came up to her towel, drawing Rean' eyes towards them. "Its a bit unfair that you're the only one naked. Let me fix that"
That piece shed she immediately unwrapped the towel and tossed it aside in one fluid motion.
Rean's eyes widened at the sight.
With the towel gone Emma's entire beauty was exposed to him. She had always been beautiful before but here its clear just how much their time since graduation has been kind to her. Her long waist length plum colored hair was free from its usual confining braid, framing her face in a vibrant purple mane as the lower strands that had been in the springs wetly clung to her back. Her face was stained red with her blush as her bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle in excitement as her lips formed a teasing smile that Rean usually associated with her sister yet seemed to fit hers just as well. Her left hand went behind her back and grasped her right arm by the bicep from behind, a gesture that was simultaneously innocent yet arousing. She wasn't as physically inclined as some of the other girls in the Class at first, yet her time in the Academy and its training left their mark by showing noticeable muscle tone on her willowy limbs. As Rean's gaze ventured lower he saw the most noticeable part of Emma's physical beauty. Her large round breasts, second only to their former instructor, like ripe fruits giving a slight bounce in tandem with her breathing with her rose pink nipples clearly erect in excitement. He's almost certain that they've grown even more over the past two years. Taking a few seconds to admire their shape in volume, Rean's gaze lowered down to her flat washboard stomach, completely free of excess fat and showing a slight definition of muscle tone, showing that she did well to stay in shape. Lower still he saw how her stomach flared out into a beautifully slender waist and generous hip curve giving her a nigh perfect hourglass figure. Then his gaze reached down between her legs at her woman, the bright pink lips just barely out of sight as she kept her legs together, a slight glistening view at her entrance confirming that it was wet with not just the water from the springs. He noted that she was clean shaven with out any pubic hair. The heat of the water, as well as her own desire gave her flawless fair skin a vibrant red flush, which combined with how her body glistened from the moonlight due to the droplets of the spring water across her, allowed Rean to make up every minute detail of her body. Combined with the light of the moon shining down on her, the sight of the bright stars in the background as well as her reflection in the pool all combined into an ethereal sight that took Rean's breath away.
"Goddess above..." Rean breathed out at the sight.
"Not quite, noone could match her beauty." Emma giggled. "I'm flattered though." She then closed the distance between herself and Rean, a slow deliberate sway in her hips that kept his eyes affixed on her, as the sound of the water rustling with her every step, the rustling waves resounding in the silent night as her breasts bounced in tandem with each step in a a way that that seemed to hypnotize Rean with how his eyes remained transfixed on all of her. After a few seconds she stood directly in front of Rean. She then leaned forward onto him, her soft breasts pressing onto his muscular torso allowing her to feel his quickening heartbeat and his manhood pressing to her stomach. She raised her hands to his face and cupped his cheeks, her blue eyes seemingly glowing in a smoldering gaze as she peered into his awestruck fuschia orbs.
She then gently pulled him down into a kiss, to which Rean offered no resistance. As he felt his lips make contact with Emma's, their eyes closed in bliss at the contact. The kiss started soft and chaste at first, much like the one they shared underneath the fireworks at Mishelam. At the time the desire to go further surged through both of them though they restrained themselves with great reluctance as they both needed to be at their best to storm the Empyreal Fortress. Now with that battle over and that burdened lifted from their shoulders they were free to indulge themselves further.
Emma took the initiative as her tongue slipped in between Rean's lips, the sudden sensation shocking him into opening his mouth enough for the appendage to go into his mouth. Instinctively, Rean brought his arms around her and held her tight against him in a protective gesture, the sensation of his strong toned muscled arms across her frame eliciting a sigh from his former class president before she wrapped her own arms around his neck to pull him harder towards her as her tongue continued to explore the caverns of his mouth as her fingers splayed across his messy dark locks. In response, Rean placed his right hand behind her head as he began to strike back at her with his own tongue, while his other hand went down to trace her spine in a warm gentle massaging manner, sending frissons of joyful electricity down her spine.
Holding one another in each other's arms, the two basked in their warmth as they continued their duel of tongues. Their tongues lashing out and tasting each other while trying to map out each other's mouths, their minds being clouded by a warm haze of desire. With each passing second they increased their pace, their tongues going harder to explore each other as sheer primal ravenous hunger radiated across their being. Sadly while their passion had no bounds, their lungs' capacity for air was finite and the two had to separate as the need for air overcame them.
Slowly the couple detached their lips from one another, a string of saliva connecting their tongues to one another's as they caught their breath. The sight of Emma's expression, her cheeks stained red while her blues eyes seemed glazed over from desire while her bountiful chest heaved along with her desperate grasps of air as strands of her hair stuck to her face from sweat and water from the spring as the moonlight shun down and illuminated her would forever be etched in Rean Schwarzer's memory as one of, if not the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
In his awestruck state he had forgotten that he was still at the edge of the springs until Emma leaned forward gently pushed him, resulting in the back of his thighs getting caught be the edge and ending with him landing on his back.
Any response or attempt to get up were halted by the witch mounting him and pressing her full weight over his body, her hands planted on his shoulders to keep him in place.
There she remained, looming over him like a leopard cornering its prey, her eyes peering down him in naked hunger as her long purple hair flowed about from the gentle breeze like a wild mane as her chest continued to bounce in tandem to her breathing, as droplets of the water from the spring and her own sweat made her skin glisten in the moonlight, red blush still adorning her skin while her lips formed a smile that was hungry, predatory, teasing and promising him an experience he'll never forget. The sight of it all, the feeling of her warm breath on his skin, her warm skin pressing down on his flesh, sent his heart thundering in his chest as well the blood to flow into his length, making him hard.
Emma was quick to notice his reaction, her lips forming into a delighted smile. Slowly, she readjusted her position on top of him, taking pleasure in how he shivered as she shifted on top of him, before laying flat down on top of him, her bountiful buxom pressing down to his torso as she kissed him once again, ravenously entering her tongue into him and continuing their earlier clash of tongues, her tongue ravenously exploring his mouth as she sucked his own tongue as if to devour his soul through his lips while her arms kept him pinned in place.
Seconds, later she detached her lips from Rean's mouth, causing him to moan at he separation before going up to whisper in his ear. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yessss." Rean hissed out in barely constrained desire at her warm breath tickling his ear.
Her ensuing giggle sent tingles of joy down Rean's spine. "Good. Now just lay down and relax." She stated in a tone that somehow combined authority and gentleness in a way he thought impossible. "Enjoy me, and what your witch has in store for you." She then punctuated her statement by taking his earlobe into her mouth between her teeth, giving it a gentle nibble that caused him to shudder as he breathed out through gritted teeth.
Soon she then shifted atop of him as she released his ears then pressed her lips on his cheek, puckering his face in a flurry of butterfly kisses, from his cheeks, forehead, nose, lips and chin, the feeling of her soft lips sending a comfortable warmth across his face. Soon, her lips ventured lower and reached his neck. Slowly, she pressed her lips onto his neck, nuzzling it as she moved her lips across it until she felt the sensation of his pulse. Once she had found her target, she remained in place for several seconds, focusing on the sensation of his pulse brimming in joy at how she felt it's quickened pace, a feeling of pride fluttering in her chest at the knowledge that his heartrate was quickening because of her. Driven by euphoria, opened her mouth and pressed her teeth down on the spot, hard enough to make Rean wince and possibly leave a mark, but soft enough to not draw blood. At the contact, Rean let out a loud hiss of pleasure of feeling her nibbling on his neck, the knowledge that he was so easy under her control, his life in her hands as she'd need only to bite down far harder on that spot to end it. That fact somehow made it more exciting to him.
A cool sensation then made Rean shudder in space as Emma released her teeth from his neck and then proceeded to lick the spot she bit down on to soothe the sensation, the contrast of her warm tongue and cool saliva sending shivers down his spine. Feeling him shudder underneath her, Emma placed her lips over her target and gave a strong sucking motion on the mark to savor the taste, determined to mark him as hers. Her ministrations had the intended effect as she could feel his length hardening even more, a searing heat radiating off of it as it pulsated against her skin, as if urging her for more, demanding further stimulation.
She quickly obliged. Shifting her self onto pf Rean, Emma stretched out her leg on top of him to give his length some free space. Then she placed her leg back down, ensuring that the hard length was behind her knee before bending her leg around it, ensuring that it would be sandwiched between her calf and thigh. The feeling of her soft legs wrapping around his manhood made Rean croon in delight, which was music to Emma's ears. Wanting to hear more of it, she then continued her ministrations, gently opening and closing her leg around the length, the heat radiating from it searing into her calf, hough, and thigh as she shifted her leg to massage the throbbing length in a comfortable friction. Over and over again she enclosed the gap over his length while also shifting her hips to try and allow her leg to cover more angle as well as rub her own throbbing womanhood across his abdomen, the slight trace amounts of her own nectar smearing onto his chiseled abdominal muscles, while her breasts continued to press onto his chest and her mouth assaulted his neck, leaving lovebites where she could find.
The combined assault sent wave after wave of pleasure permeating through his being, making Rean moan and croon in delight as a fire seemed to burn in his belly, a strong pressure building into his core demanding release as his throbbing member hardened in her embrace. As the pressure seemed to reach a breaking point, he dug his fingers into the ground to brace himself.
"Emma, I'm...close!" Rean grunted out before letting out a loud growl.
He shuddered in space as if a bolt of lightning seemed to flow down his spine as his release came. His eyes shut as his seed shot out of his length, coating the back of the witch's leg. Seconds passed as his release reached its conclusion, the last of his seed spilling out onto Emma's leg as he began to catch his breath. For a time, all was silent aside from Rean Schwarzer's labored breathing.
Seeing him in such a state, Emma extricated herself from her lover's prone form so that she was laying down next to him, her face propped up on her right hand as she leaned on her side. Gazing down on him with a gentle smile, she brought her hand down to lovingly cup his cheek. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked with a warm teasing tone.
Swallowing mouthfuls of air, Rean nodded. "It was incredible." He barely managed to say in between heavy labored breaths.
Giggling in response. "I'm glad." Teasingly, she brought her hand down to his chest, relishing as she felt his thundering heartbeat. She then blinked as Rean gripped her hand in his own and gently kissed her knuckles.
Releasing his lips from her hand, Rean looked his former class president in the eye, his purple eyes alight with ravenous desire that sent shivers down the witch's spine. "It's about time I return the favor." He declared in a husky voice laced with barely contained desire.
Gulping at the statement, Emma tried to ignore the shiver running down her spine and her moistening womanhood. "You don't have to." She responded bashfully. "This is supposed to be your reward."
"I appreciate that." Rean replied. "But I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I couldn't do that much. You know I wouldn't accept a reward like this if we're both not enjoying it." Slowly, Rean lifted himself up to go on to the side and nudged Emma's shoulder until she was laying flat on her back and draped himself over her, his hands beside her head. "Let me pay you back for everything else. This is just as much me making it up to you for that earlier scare as it is you deciding to reward me after all."
Emma could only let out a breath at his words before nodding her head. "Alright then, do what you want. Let me feel you."
Rean smiled in response to her words before crashing his lips onto hers, shooting his tongue into her mouth with reckless abandon to taste as much of her as he could, making the witch moan in contentment. The moans only increased in volume as his hand that was occupying the space next to her head then went down to her chest and grasped her left breast, causing Emma's hand to shot up to wrap around his neck and grasp the back of his head for support, her dexterous fingers ruffling his dark locks. Slowly he kept his fingers clasped over the large mound, enjoying the sensation of how his fingers seemed to sink into the soft flesh. While his tongue continued to explore her mouth, his hand increased proceeded to increase its pace, his fingers dancing across the mound in a gentle caress. Gradually, his hand began to quicken its pace, his grip on her breast beginning to become more firm, as he grasped the shapely mound in his entire hand, massaging it gently at first, before gradually becoming rough groping as he tested the softness and elasticity of the mound, palming it aggressively in circular motions making Emma squirm from his touch. A sudden idea came to min and his index finger and thumb immediately went to her bright pink nub and gave it a light playful pinch.
The sudden jolt elicited a yelp from the member of the Hexen Clan who shifted her face away from Rean at the sensation. "P-Please be gentle, they're sensitive..." Emma pleaded.
In response, Rean lowered his face down to her chest until he was at eye-level with her chest and immediately stuck out his tongue and licked her other bud at the same time he lightly tweaked its twin once again, the sudden sensation causing Emma to yelp and shudder in place. Her reaction spurred him on more, his hand continuing to tweak and play with her left breast while his tongue continued to lash against her right, coating the rose colored tip in his saliva. After several seconds wrapped his lips wrapped her nipple and began to suck on the nub voraciously, his teeth gently nibbling on the protruding nub as if to mark it as his, all the while his right hand continued to fondle and grope its twin, alternating between soft gentle caresses and hard rough strokes, each ministration sending Emma further and further past the brink. Soon enough he switched positions, his mouth latching onto the left breast as his hand moved to the now wet twin.
"Yes, Rean." Emma gasped out, waves after wave of euphoria washing over her. "More, I need more." She breathed out, all but howling in desire.
Rean responded by slightly pulling himself off of her and shifting in place until he was in a sitting position. Any response Emma could give were halted as Rean placed his left arm beneath her and lifted her lightly off the ground onto his lap. Then he lifted her torso up until she was at a near sitting position herself held up by his arm before he moved again. Quicker then she could have anticipated his left hand snaked onto her breast and held it in a firm grip as his head simultaneously dipped down so that he could clamp his mouth over it's twin. At the same time his right hand came up to the space between her breasts and with feather light touches caressed her skin. Then his hands ventured lower, at reaching her sides he traced his fingers underneath her chest across the outlines of her ribs, causing her to lightly giggle at the tickling sensation. Lower still his hand traveled down and at her stomach he lightly rubbed along her flat abdomen, his fingers lightly dancing over her navel making Emma croon at the sensation.
Then he came at her entrance and Emma seemed to freeze in place with bated breath. Slowly, his fingers danced across her opening, his digits caressing around the edge of her slit, lightly teasing her. Then he began to gently prod the lower lips, a smile forming at his face at feeling how wet it is.
"Please..." Emma gasped out at feeling him so close to her entrance. "Don't tease me." She all but begged.
Not wanting to deny her, Rean obliged and plunged his index and middle finger into her depths. The sudden intrusion into her most sacred place was like a bolt of lightning down the witch's spine, causing her to arch her back and howl at the sensation. Her howl was muffled as Rean immediately clamped his mouth over hers, his tongue invading the open cavern to taste all of her, as his other hand continued to stroke her bosoms. Feeling him over her, Emma's hands gripped his muscled arm in an attempt to steady herself. Spurred by her reaction, Rean continued his ministrations, his fingers digging into her womanhood, pumping in and out of her repeatedly, her nectar acting as lubricant that allowed him to move with little resistance. Gradually, he increased the speed and strength of his ministrations, his fingers travelling deeper into her folds. Emma did not remain idle, as she began to buck her hips in tandem with the probing of Rean's digits, driving his fingers even deeper into her depth as her right hand shot up to the back of his head to press his kiss deeper.
His warm tongue ravishing her mouth, his warm firm hands kneading her chest, his dexterous fingers exploring her folds. The three pronged attack on her body set Emma Millstein's nerves alight as frissons of fire and lightning coarsed through her being. Time had lost all meaning, the only sensation she could perceive were the feelings of her lover, her knight's sensual ministrations across her being, as if her brain and body shut out her ability to feel anything else. Fire burned in her belly as the delightful assault continued. Higher and hotter it burned until she reached her peak.
Her back arched as her release came, her body spasming in place across Rean's as lightning surged through being the pressure breaking as her nectar spilled from her opening, coating Rean's hand in her want, a loud howl of ecstacy muffled by her lover's mouth still remaining clamped over her own. As her release ran its course, Emma went limp, being kept from collapsing only due to her knight supporting her up with his hand on her back. Her mouth detached from Rean's so that she could swallow mouthfuls of air as her eyes were glazed over from the orgasm, her breasts bouncing in tandem with her heavy breaths along with the red flush across her sweat stained body making her seem the picture of beauty to Rean's eyes.
A mischeivous smile on his lips, Rean brought his coated fingers up to his lips, making a show of him licking the nectar of the digits in a slow enticing pace to draw a reaction from the witch in his arms. After a few brief licks, he then stuck his fingers into her mouth, making Emma moan as she tasted her own release on his fingers, her tongue quickly lapping up whatever of her own arousal she could find until his fingers were clean of them, sucking his fingers for good measure. Once she was done, removed her mouth over the fingers, replacing them with a slight coating of her saliva, making the sight leaving Rean even more excited. Absentmindedly, she could feel Rean's length hardening even more beneath her, heat radiating off it enough that it felt like her skin would be scalded as it throbbed in anticipation.
"Rean, I have a request." Emma stated in between her labored breaths.
"What is it?" Rean queried, even as he was unable to keep the desire out of his voice, exercising all of his restraint to not simply flip her over and ravage her then and there.
"Let me stand up for a bit, and place me against that rock." She stated, nodding at the large rock next to the spring.
Nodding at the request, Rean stood up while holding her in a bridal carry and stepped over to the designated spot. Gently, he deposited Emma to her feet. Having just recently climaxed her legs had been rather wobbly, making her lean against the rock for support.
Having braced herself against the rock, Emma looked back at her lover, an eager and inviting smile etched on her face while her eyes smoldered in anticipation. She then presented her lower waist to him, her shapely rear on full display to him as her want continued to drip down her legs. Teasingly, she brought her hand down and playfully spanked herself to entice him, the sound seeming to echo in the quiet of the night before lowering them down to her snatch, spreading her opening with her fingers wide for him to see, the sight nearly bringing Rean's restraint to the breaking point just as she wanted.
Driven by desire, Rean's hands shot out and firmly grasped her hips, slowly he began to align his manhood until it was right at her entrance, his whole length at first pressing against her moist opening between her thighs, her nectar giving it a slight coating, before he slowly slid it back across her, the comfortable friction making the witch shiver in place until his tip was placed directly at her entrance, grazing the warm snatch.
Before going to that he looked Emma in the eye, a nonverbal request for permission etched on his request. She immediately nodded, granting him the right to do as he pleased.
Taking the offered permission he immediately pressed himself within her, thrusting his hips forwards and sheathing himself up to the hilt within her in one single motion. The feeling of her walls constricting over him, enveloping his prick in searing heat made Rean hiss out in pleasure even as Emma all but howled in ecstacy as he plunged into her depths, her back arching as lightning seemed to shoot up her spine, searing heat piercing into her from her womanhood before flowing through the rest of her nerves.
Pain, strong pain came from the entrance. Then the pain subsided, and was replaced with a new sensation, warm, fulfilling, completion. As the surges of pain died away, a comforting warmth washed over her being as she reclaimed her breath.
Seeing her relax, Rean took it as cue to continue. Slowly, he drew out his manhood until only his tip remained within her, then with a quick savage thrust reinserted himself back into her until he was buried up to his hilt, his length having gone deep into her depths. He then repeated the process again and again, his pace increasing in speed and strength with each thrust going deeper inside of her until he was certain he could feel his tip hitting the entrance to her womb. The nectar of her release allowed him to move without resistance, going deeper into her folds with ease as her walls constricted him harder and harder to drive him deeper inside, hitting the deepest parts of her core making Emma arch her back as she crooned.
A warm firm sensation on her chest made Emma slightly yelp as she was pulled away from the rock she had leant against for support. Looking down she saw that Rean's hands had released her hips and had shot up to grasp her chest, groping and kneading her mounds, his fingers sinking into their soft pillows as his fingers wrapped around the ripe fruits as if trying to mold them into the shape of his liking and tweaking her nipples. The surprise sensation made her moan even louder and arch her back even more until she was on her tip-toes as Rean pulled him closer towards him as he continued to rock his hips into her. She placed her hands over Rean's own, egging him on to continue his massage over her mounds which he obliged, his hands continuing to fervently knead her bountiful bosom. His lips then came down and claimed her ear, gently placing his teeth on the lobe and nibbling on it, careful so as to not hurt her as she continued to rock in place as his manhood continued to plunge into her uninterrupted.
His teeth on her ear, his hands on her chest, his length in her depths. The pleasurable three pronged attack on her body set Emma's nerves alight as surges of lightning flowed into her, her senses dimmed and her mind a haze became as her body demanded she feel nothing but those points of pleasure. Soon the pleasures drove her to the edge as pressure built deep within her, waiting for the inevitable release. At the same time, as time went on she could feel Rean's already hard length seemed to stiffen even more within her, indicating he was close to the brink himself.
"Rean, I'm close, more...!" Emma pleaded in between labored breaths.
"Emma...!" Rean roared out as he was unable to hold back, her words driving him to buck his hips into her with wild abandon.
With a roar of one final thrust in as deep as he could reach inside of her folds, hitting her g-spot. Emma's eyes shut as she spasmed in place as her second release of the night came, her want spilling down Rean's length. With coordination that put their many combat links to shame, Rean's own orgasm immediately came in as his seed surged from him and into Emma's depths, both man and woman reaching new heights of pleasure at their near simultaneous climax. Several seconds passed as the the two remained in place as they waited for their release to run it's course. Emma had gone limp in Rean's arms, her hands having released their hold on his own to hang on her sides as she attempted to regain her breath. While taking a few labored breaths of his own, Rean turned around so that his back would be to the rock Emma had previously braced herself against, leaning on it for support. In that motion, Emma's own groin detached from his, their shared climax spilling out onto the floor. Still in possession of enough mental faculties to not want her hurt, Rean's arms went to her front so as to allow her to gently land on the ground in a sitting position. Once she landed gently on her knees Rean leaned back on the rock as he slowly attempted to catch his breath.
Slowly, as the feeling of the ground beneath her registered to her, Emma turned back to look at Rean. Seeing him leaning back against the rock, sweat coating his body as his chest heaved from labored breaths, the witch's glazed eyes traveled downwards to his loins, seeing how his manhood was completely stained with both of their release, the appendage not being quite as limp as it should have been. Seeing his member dripping with their release, Emma brought her fingers down to her throbbing womanhood and absentmindedly collected some of their shared residue, wincing slightly at her abused nethers being touched, before bringing it up to her lips. It was an odd taste, salty and bitter, but the more she tasted the cocktail the more she came used to the taste.
More. That single thought resounded in her upon finishing the taste. No, more than a thought, a sheer primal need that was echoing into her very being. Driven by that need , she turned around on her spot, heading towards the source of the taste, until she was right in front of her, the scent of it right at her nose, filling her nostrils and driving her craving to greater heights.
More. Overcome by the new craving she immediately stuck out her tongue and licked the coated appendage, making Rean shudder in place. The familiar flavor on her tastebuds made her desire more and so she licked his manhood again. Again and again her tongue lashed across the surface of his length, taking as much of the cocktail she could take before lapping it up. After several seconds, she decided it was not enough and wrapped her lips around the head, placing her hands on his hips to brace herself, before shoving her face forward to take the manhood as deep down her throat as she could, making Rean groan. Her warms lips, cool saliva, and dexterous tongue all wrapped around his length as she bobbed her head forwards and back, intent on consuming as much of him and their fluids that stained him as possible, her gag reflex ignored yet miraculously not acting up. She then felt Rean place his hand on top of her head, gripping her scalp in a firm and gentle manner even as his fingers ruffled her hair. Slowly but steadily, as she continued her ministrations she could feel his manhood steadily regaining firmness.
More. Feeling his length becoming erect once again, Emma detached her mouth from Rean's length, the sudden disconnection leaving his now wet member exposed to the cool evening breeze sending chills down his spine. Playfully, she then placed her face forwards, pressing her cheek against him, his cool length resting against her face as Emma lightly nuzzled against it. The action had Rean gasping for air as frissons of pleasure went up his spine, the sight of the usually bashful witch gazing up at him with hooded eyes and a sultry smile while pressing her face against his member like it was the most natural thing in the world resulting in a searing heat permeating through his body. His arousal clearly must have shown on his face as Emma's smile widened as she gave out a gentle giggle which was music to his ears in this atmosphere.
More. She then shifted her posture, removing her face from the appendage then folded her arms beneath her chest, deliberately making a show of raising her bosom, drawing his eyes towards her. Smiling, she shifted her hands so they would grip her sizeable breasts from the sides and hold them in place before slowly raising herself up and enveloping his his member between her mounds. The feeling of his member in her chest, the trace amounts of her saliva allowing it to slide in seamlessly, even as it radiated heat from his arousal, pulsating in desire which resonated into her being in near tandem to her own heartbeat made the witch let out a blissful sigh, her warm breath danced across the still exposed head of Rean's member, making the swordsman's breath hitch. Smiling at his reaction, Emma quickly began to move, slowly squeezing her breasts tighter together to keep a firm grip on him. Then she began to move, arching her back and slowly raising her breasts up his length before bringing them back down to his base, the friction making Rean shiver inplace. Spurred by his reaction, Emma began to increase her pace, moving her mammaries up and down his length with greater strength and speed, warmth of her volumous chest engulfing him along with the strength of her strokes sending Rean to greater heights of pleasure. She then decided to change the tempo, switching from simple up and down motions to having each breasts stroke him in opposite directions, one going up while its twin went down. With each stroke she could feel his length hardening even more until she could see a hint of precum forming at his tip.
More. Driven by that thought she immediately brought her tongue down and licked the drop off of his tip, making Rean croon in pleasure. She continued to do so, timing her licks in tandem with her chest heaving on his member. Driven by passion and hunger, she decided to forego the licks in favor of wrapping her lips over the head, determined to suck his seed out of him. Her chest continued its ministration on him unimpeded, continuing to pump his length fervently, working to stroke his length in tandem with the rapidly pulsating heat she could feel from him, making his erection harder with each stroke. Any part of his manhood that wasn't enveloped by her chest was engulfed by her mouth, her warm lips and cool tongue lashing against the top to drive him further onto climax. As her ministrations continued, Rean did not lay idle as he proceeded to buck his own hips in tandem to her chest and mouth, attempting to form a proper rhythm between the two of them to hopefully return the favor to Emma as well.
As their sensual dance continued for several minutes, Rean felt as if he was in heaven. The dual assault of her warm chest heaving across his length as her tongue ravenously lashed across his head overloaded Rean's senses with frissons of pleasure. As lightning and fire seemed to spread into his being from that spot he could feel a growing pressure build within him from his belly. As his lover's ministrations continued the pressure increased until he reached the brink. Arching his back to brace himself against the rock behind him, Rean let out a pleasured howl as his release came forth, his seed surging through his member and into Emma's waiting mouth.
Waves after wave of his seed flowed to her mouth and down her throat. When the amount became too much, she released her mouth from his length, allowing his seed to spill onto her front, traces of white adorning her face and chest. Eyes closed, Emma immediately swallowed the load currently in her mouth. Once it had gone down her throat, Emma desperately began to catch her breath, swallowing mouthfuls of air, joining the panting Rean who could barely stand and attempted to steady himself against the rock. After several moments of her attempting to catch her breath, Emma licked her lips to clean them of any remaining residue of her lover's essence. Feeling a warm, wet sensation on her cheek, Emma brought her hand up and felt the unmistakable sensation of Rean's seed. Bringing the fingers to her mouth, she immediately licked them clean of any remaining residue, moaning at the taste. Once her hand was clean, her gaze turned downwards and saw more of his seed on her breast. Mind clouded by hunger, she placed her right hand under her breast and pushed it upwards before bringing her face down to the drops of cum and with a flexibility she did not think herself capable of, immediately licked the residue off of her, her tongue travelling from her breast to her still erect nipple. The sensation of her own mouth over her teat overshadowed the feeling of discomfort that came from the position. Ravenously, she continued to taste herself, until she brought her teat up until she could wrap her lips over her own erect rose bud, sucking on the hardened nub at the center as her other hand came up and massaged its twin, the sensations of her savage self-inlicted carnal assault reigniting a fire in her, as her womanhood throbbed with desire as her loins began to moisten once again, her want exposed for Rean to see.
The sight of the usually demure Emma ravishing herself in such a manner left Rean transfixed. As the young scion of the Hexen Clan continued her aggressive 'cleaning' of herself, Rean felt his manhood begin to harden once again, the flaccid member steadily growing stiff as Emma continued her show. Emma quickly noticed his reaction. Slowly, she ceased her self inflicted assault on herself, detaching her mouth from her teat, the sight of her saliva coating it clearly exciting Rean, making her smile. Slowly, she leaned back and spread her legs to him, presenting her throbbing womanhood to him, eagerly awaiting his entry. She then placed her fingers onto her opening, briefly inserting them into her, making her shudder in place, before bringing her fingers soaked in her essence up to her face. Sultry an inviting smile adorned on her lips, Emma slowly licked the digits clean before making a come-hither gesture at him, giving him a non-verbal request to do as he wished.
Rean was not one to deny a woman her wants.
Slowly he walked towards the eagerly waiting witch. Before he began, he placed his left hand on Emma's right shoulder to nudge her back until her back was on the ground, to which she offered no resistance. Then, his hand moved down beneath her back and turned her to her side so that she was laying on her left side. Then he brought both his hands down to her thighs, his right hand keeping her left planted on the ground while the other went to her right leg and lifted it up while he went down to the ground and deposited her leg over his shoulder. His hands in place, he then pulled her closer towards him as he aligned his manhood towards her entrance. When his tip was at her slit, he looked Emma in the eye, making a silent query for permission which she responded too with a firm nod and smile.
Wordlessly, Rean immediately thrust his hips forwards, sheathing himself entirely inside of her in one single motion for the second time that night. Feeling her warmth envelop him once more, Rean let out a pleased sigh as Emma crooned at the entrance, this new position allowing him to venture deeper inside of her than previously, the different angle of his entry letting him explore other new reaches of her depths. Basking in the sensation for a moment Rean then pulled his hips back, until only his tip remained before slamming himself into her once again with her filling him down to his hilt, her throbbing womanhood hungrily pulling him closer as her walls constricted around him, the heat searing into him from where they were connected. Gradually he increased his pace, rocking his hips into her depth wildly while his hands gripped her legs to pull him closer to him with each thrust. After several thrusts, Emma stretched out her left leg and wrapped it around his waist to steady him and pull Rean closer to make sure he won't loosen his grip, the motion also making him plunge deeper into her, the sudden shift making her arch her back, displaying her bouncing breasts as her head turned wildly, her plum colored locks flailing wildly as she howled in joy.
Excited by the sight, Rean leaned forward and placed his right hand down to Emma's bountiful buxom, gripping the bouncing breasts firmly and began to knead the ripe fruits, savoring the sensation of his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Emma responded in kind, placing one hand over his own, spurring him on to continue his forceful massage on her mammaries which the swordsman wholeheartedly obliged. All the while he continued to thrust into her, his prick driving and out of her moist opening like a piston. With each thrust he leaned down forward even more, driving himself deeper into the witch's depths, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving Emma to new heights of euphoria. Time seemed to lose all meaning for the couple, the only sounds they could hear were each others labored panting and the slap of flash as they continued joining, the only sensations they could feel are their fraying nerves as jolts of electricity set their nerves alight from their aggressive coupling. Their sensual dance continued uninterrupted for several more minutes which felt like eternity to the two until they reached their zenith once more.
Arching her back in place, Emma all but screeched as her mind went blank, the pleasurable sensation of orgasm surging through her body for the third time that night, her nerves on fire as her mind went blank from rapture as her nectar flooded out of her, coating the penis still within her depths. The lubrication of her release allowed Rean's manhood to move even faster and deeper within her for several more thrusts until his own release came and he exploded inside of her with a roar of exhersion, his seed shooting into her depths once again, staining her insides as they flowed within to her. The couple remained in place as they waited their climax to run its course, the two laying still as the flames of ardor dyed down and the need for air overcame them.
Emma, then went limp, laying flat o her side, Rean himself joining her on the ground behind her, his arms coming up to her front to wrap beneath her chest in a warm protective embrace as the two continued to recompose themselves. Using what little strength remained in her, Emma brought her right hand behind her head to Rean's face and gently cupped his cheek as she turned her head aside to give him a warm smile.
"Stay with me." Emma stated, not quite a command yet making her intentions clear.
"Always." Rean replied. " We're really going to need a bath now won't we?" He chuckled.
Delighted and relieved at the sound of his relaxed laughter, Emma gave a soft giggle in response. "I suppose we do, but first," She then leaned back into him. "Can we stay this way a little longer, atleast until our legs are better?"
Rean gave a slight smile. "As long as you want."
Basking in each others warmth, a witch and knight laid down in peace.
There you have it. Managed to crunch down and get this out before the end of the month. Shocked that I managed to get this out while working. Its not much but I atleast got more than one fic out this year so baby steps. Wish I had gotten back into the writing mood earlier. If I manage to get off my ass and make another fic before the year ends it'll be a miracle...
Might have been a bit long, but I'm fond of the idea of the girl being more reserved or proper having a hidden thirsty/kinky side. Considering she's a fan of salacious BL, chances are she has a dirty mind as is, and considering that Musse and Alfin, the other two members of the harem who are fans of that genre are also the most forward and thirsty for Rean, I'd say there's some precedent there.
Anyway hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review, but no flames.