The thing has happened... it was born out of nowhere, so it must be published!
Not saying who's inside with him.
Enjoy!
Henry reflects.
There's something quite beautiful in observing. It doesn't matter if it is a beautiful forest with different various shades of green, large and very tall trees, small creeks and stormy and dangerous rivers and amazing sounds or if it is two gorgeous women having their way with each other. Observing is a beautiful thing.
One might say that observing doesn't include sitting at the corner of the bedroom with a cock in hand, eyes bright and attentive to the women in the bed. This is voyeurism, they'd say, but Henry doesn't care at all how anyone would name it.
He loves the soft whimpers and sweet confessions floating around them. The soft words sip into his skin and heat the blood in his veins. He adores the way the ladies kiss with so much passion and abandon, hands exploring every inch of warm skin, tongues running over tender skin and battling eagerly for dominance. He lives for the moment one of them reaches out for him, inviting him to join them in their forbidden activities.
First time he saw them, he stopped by the door of the bedroom, jaw slacked and eyes wide opened. He was shocked and ashamed to have broken in such intimate activity, even if he initially wanted to vomit. He stepped away, but not unnoticed.
Second time he caught them, Emma was the one who reached out, telling him it was okay. He argued and fought, saying it wasn't okay at all. This is horrible! You should be ashamed! He left the loft for a few days, but soon came back. The images were plaguing him too much for him to stay away any longer, but he was determined to do something about it. He needed to stop that madness.
Third time he saw arms and legs tangled so intimately, he realized he was weak for he joined them and let himself be consumed by a desire he never knew before. Of course he had had his sex adventures, but nothing felt as intense and raw as the night Emma and Snow took him in and showed him how they cared about each other ever since David disappeared.
Fourth time he was the one setting up everything, lying to his mother that he wanted to stay at the loft for the coming weekend because Emma and Snow were too sad and shaken to be left on their own, after all David was gone for one year and the date should mean they were going be exceptionally sad. He didn't want them to be alone. Regina agreed and Henry had the first of many nights sharing a bed with his other mother and his grandmother.
Tonight, he leans his back against the headboard of the bed, legs spread while Snow slowly runs her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, quickly flicking the tip of her tongue around the head before she envelops him, taking his entire length into her mouth.
She hums around him when Henry slowly thrusts his cock in and out her mouth, holding her head in place and bucking his hips quickly, loving the warmth of her eager mouth around him. He closes his eyes and fucks Snow's mouth just the way he likes, her delicate hand touching his balls gently.
He doesn't notice when Emma climbs in their bed to kneel behind her mother, strap on firmly place around her hips. Henry only realizes she's there when Snow whimpers and suddenly gags around him, his eyes snapping open to see Emma rocking her hips against Snow's, thrusting the big plastic cock into her mom's eager cunt.
Snow whimpers when Emma's thrusts pick up a quicker pace, steady thrusts sending Henry's cock deep inside her mouth, making her gag and moan around him.
He loves when they do this. Some days Emma does it, sometimes so very gently Henry thinks she's learned how to do that way with her father, other times she's rough and Snow never fails to scream in pleasure. Other days, Snow shows a side to them few people have witnessed, occasionally pressing Emma against the wall or even the loft's window and fucking her so hard the blonde would need some time to get back on her feet and senses. And he loves to just watch them fuck each other like that, without problem or complication, just enjoying what they do best when they are together.
And tonight is no different, especially now that Snow slacks her jaw and takes Henry's cock a tad deeper with each of Emma's hard thrusts. She pushes her way in and out easily, grabbing Snow's ass cheeks hard, slapping it long enough to render the soft flesh red and tender.
Henry pushes his cock in when Emma pulls herself out and she understands him and they set a rhythm that soon makes Snow whimper loud enough to shatter the glass of the window. Good thing Emma casts a silence spell around the loft every time they fuck. With or without Henry.
They fuck the eldest of the Charmings for long minutes, and when Emma leans forward, breasts touching her mom's back, sweat mingling together, heated skin rubbing deliciously together, Henry only contemplates the beauty in front of him, mesmerized with the dance of tongues when Emma turns Snow's face to her to kiss her fiercely, his cock forgotten.
They are strong and vulnerable. They are intense and so very soft. They are a devastating storm and a sweet breeze in the night. They are sweet and bitter. They are the night and the day, sharing a space that was not designed to take a silly boy in, but they did it anyway and he smiles.
And when he comes, seed splashing all over Snow's pretty face while she whimpers with each deep thrust of Emma's hip, Henry Mills feels like he is the luckiest man in the world for he's part of a beautiful thing and observing it unfolding before him taught him how important family can be in every possible way.
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And for those waiting for Power's update, I'm working on chapter 2. Not sure when it's going to be up because Christmas fics are a thing for me. So, be patient, please!
