So, today marks the first month of this insane fic. I decided to celebrate! Swan Believer this time! :D
Everything belongs to ABC, just the crazy ideas belong to me.
Emma and Henry share a very nice morning.
"Good morning, sleepy head!" Henry wakes up only the third time he listens to the soft voice right by his ear. He thought he was dreaming, but when he opens his eyes reality washes over him in the best way possible and he smiles. There's nothing quite like being awake after everything that happened the previous night.
"Good morning, ma!" His voice is hoarse and foreign even to his ears, maybe it has to do with the "work out", as David wisely named it, he had to endure earlier in the evening. He's not complaining though. If anything he is pleased to have proved himself right when he said he was at least a very talented cocksucker, but soon learning that he was not exactly better than the ladies in bed with them.
"Nobody sucks cock like my lovely wife here," David grinned, gazing lovingly at her figure sprawled in bed with Emma between her legs.
"Not even Emma?" The question is heavy in curiosity and amusement. For him, his blonde mom is the best with a cock between her always plump lips, even though his grandma never sucked him off before.
Snow obviously remedied the situation with great care and attention. So much so that Henry was left useless for nearly 15 minutes.
"That good, yeah?" David asked, smirking when the young man's dreamy eyes opened. He smiled stupidly and jumped off the bed, heading to the bathroom to wash his face and get ready for the long night ahead.
And long it was. They collapsed in a heap way past 3am. Henry's legs were shaken and his breathing was erratic for some time before he calmed enough to settle his body between Snow's and David's, his head resting over her belly, and David and Emma tightly embracing each other. Emma gently stroked the young man's arm until he felt sleep claiming his tired body.
The next thing he knows is Emma's voice pulling him out of Morpheus arms and tossing him in the early day light.
"Too early, don't you think?" He asks, rubbing his eyes right before he stretches his long body to chase away the tiredness in his limbs.
"10am is early now?"
"Well, it should be after last night," he smirks and sits up, smelling the delicious food carefully placed on the tray.
"I'm used to it," she picks up a grape and tosses it into her mouth. "You'll get there sooner than you imagine."
"I know," Henry regards Emma's figure and his mouth waters. She's using only a silk dark blue robe that barely covers her breasts and thighs. Her hair is loose and cascading down her shoulders, framing her face beautifully with those shining green eyes.
She smiles up at him and starts listing what's on the tray, but he's not interested anymore. "...this should do to give you some energy," she turns back to him holding a glass of orange juice in her hand.
"What's it, Henry?" She asks when she can't read his expression. "Aren't you hungry?" She knows her question shouldn't have, but it stirred something in him. The air around them is suddenly quite charged. He leans forward, lips touching hers gently before his hand dip inside her robe to find her naked. She moans, breaking the kiss and turning to the bedside table to put the glass of juice back on the tray.
"I am hungry," he begins, shifting his body so that his face is close to hers. He stares into her bright eyes. "But I want something else," his voice is husky with a bit of sleep and a lot of sexual hunger. His right hand cups her warm sex, a finger dipping inside to find her wet. "Already?" He asks, smirking at her when Emma manages to open her eyes and focus on him.
"How could I not?" she tells him, moving her hips to sit by his side, feeling it going a bit further in. "I have a horny son who loves to fuck his mama, of course I'm always wet!" She smiles at him, groaning when he pushes another finger inside her, twisting them before pumping in and out of her wet heat.
"Oh, but your papa fucks you too, ma, and I can tell you love it a lot," he teases, and Emma silences him with a sweet kiss.
"Believe me, I do love when he fucks me, but I have to share him with mom. You," she speaks softly, a hand touching his chest lightly. "You I can have for myself and myself only."
"Selfish!" He playfully accuses her. He pinches her clit between his fingers making her yelp.
"Not really," she retorts, sighing deeply when his other hand reaches for her right breast. "I'm just a bit possessive at times and seeing you don't do this with Regina, I might as well say you're mine."
Henry chuckles, but understands her anyway. Years of loneliness and rejection weight on one's heart heavier than anything else. And he decides he'll let her find comfort in him whatever way she needs.
He tosses the blanket off the bed, hands reaching her waist and flips her body so that she's on her back. He kneels between her legs, a full smile gracing his handsome face.
"I'll always be here, ma," his fingers part her folds, stroking her up and down and circling her entrance. "Especially if I get to eat you out every single day," he smirks and the playfulness is back in her eyes. She spreads her legs wider and relaxes to the soft touch of his tongue on her entrance.
Henry licks her alternating his motions with quick flicks, the tip of his tongue lightly pressing against her clit, and slow dragging moves up and down her folds. He pushes his tongue inside her, lazily thrusting it in and out, loving the musky taste of her pussy.
He sucks her clit, trapping it between his lips, dipping one finger, a second and then a third one inside her, pumping in and out slowly at first, then faster, nipping her folds gently before sucking her clit hard enough to send her over the edge.
And he doesn't let her cool enough to think for he keeps fingering her, and sucking her clit and lapping at her folds and fucks her some more with his wet digits, and she comes again and one more time before she's pushing him off of her.
Her eyes are closed and there's a satisfied grin gracing her beautiful face. Henry patiently waits for her to come back from her high, smirking like an idiot because he managed to do it again, now with Emma.
He's done it with a few girls from school back in the day, but it was not as thrilling as this. Not only because of the nature of their relationship, but because she's a real goddamn woman not a teenage idiot who was always think about romance. He rolls his eyes and waits.
Emma opens hers and looks to her side where his body heat warms her completely. Henry is just looking at her with a cocky grin in his face and a lot of pride in his features.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"Let's just say I had subjects to practice with," he winks and sits up. Emma notices he's still very hard. She licks her lips.
"Now I know why there were so many girls after you!" He shrugs and smiles shyly, a flush running up his neck, coloring his cheeks. "I can't blame them though!" She winks at him and lies down again. Thinking she could spend the whole day like this, but she has stuff to do at the station and other things to take care of. Still, she can't leave, not now.
Emma lies on her side, holding her head with her hand and looking at him. Henry has grown up to be a handsome young man with gentle hazel eyes and a contagious smile. Everyone likes him in town and she's definitely proud of her son, of who he is and how amazing his big heart still is even after everything they had to endure over the years.
Of course she didn't think this was going to happen. In fact, she was absolutely disgusted with herself for a while after the first time they had sex, which literally happened in the heat of the moment, but then he assured her that he was the happiest when they were together, so she let the guilty go.
And there's also the fact that he is always ready for anything she suggests. He was excited when she suggested some role play at the station one night, which ended up with arms and legs wide opened with hands and feet tied up to the bars of the cell and she was thoroughly fucked in every hole. There was also that weekend when they said they were going to camp, but spent it in a tiny cabin he found a few months earlier near the stream. And there was obviously the night when he learned that sex within this family wasn't something exclusive for them.
She grins with these memories, reaching for his cock and pumping it deciding that it is time to make new ones out of this lazy morning.
Emma cups Henry's neck and pulls him to her, fusing their lips. Their tongues tangle together slowly, wet licks igniting the fire in the pit of her belly yet again.
She's stroking his shaft, occasionally playing with his balls, and he can only whimper with the soft touch of her hand on him. She lies down on the mattress and he lies on top of her. He breaks the kiss and holds his weight on his elbow while his free hand pinches and pulls her left breast while he latches his mouth to the other, sucking on it, grazing her nipple with his teeth. He does the same to the right one before he kisses his way up her chest, nipping the column of her throat and her jawline. He kisses her again, and his hand travels down her side, lightly touching her ribs, belly. She's incredibly warm when his fingers dip inside her once more, looking intently into her eyes. He pumps them inside her, reaching up and whispering into her ear.
Emma struggles to focus on him, but manages to get his words and nods. He flips her body and she can only feel the weight of his body straddling her thighs. Henry kneads her ass cheeks, nipping both hard, making her yelp and look back at him.
"Sorry!" He apologizes with a sheepish grin, soothing the mark his teeth left with slow drags of his tongue.
When he's done, her breathe is shallow and she feels lightheaded. She's lost track of time and everything else around her. She hears nothing but his voice. She feels nothing but the touch of his legs rubbing against hers and the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
"I love your pussy, ma," he whispers when he slides his cock inside her wet heat, feeling the velvety warmth enveloping his shaft. "I love how you grip my cock hard and how warm it feels to be inside you," he closes his eyes and stills his hips. His hands grab both her breasts, squeezing them before he straights his body, pinning her hips down and hammering his cock in and out.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, and speeds his thrusts. The bed squeaks and the sweat rolls down his chest and shines on her back. Emma's whimpers prompt him to lean forward again, a hand going around her throat, the other fisting her hair to pull it back. "So wet," he groans into her ear, thrusting faster reaching that sensitive spot inside her insistently. "You love when I fuck you like this, don't you?" He tries to be coherent, but he's almost lost in her just as she's already in him. "You love that your own son fucks you almost every day," she can sense the smirk in his words, but she doesn't try to fight. She can handle the truth. "You love my cock, and I know it," he whispers, his voice tight. He can feel her body tensing up, legs quivering under his. "Let go, ma," he nips her jaw, and begs. "Please, come for me," and she does. She's gone, her juices gush forward wetting the bed sheets, her legs shaking uncontrollably with each insistent thrust of his hips.
Henry drives inside her a few more times until he grunts, groaning deep in his throat, uttering incoherent words, spilling his seed deep inside her, filling her up, satisfying his mother like he always does. And when he collapses on top of her, breathing shallowly and kissing her cheeks, Emma smiles and remembers that loneliness (and good sex) is not a problem anymore.
