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Ficlet Emblem	By : megadeth425 Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 20642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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hers he merely tolerated; he was downright eager to be her toy from their very first night together. When she climbed into his lap and placed her spread, spidery fingers onto his chest to push him down to the bed, he gladly lay down every time and let her straddle his lap, a wide, almost unsettling smile on his face. She would do intimidating things like lick her lips or rake her nails down his chest, but all it did was make his cock harden against her thigh and make his grin even bigger. It was almost frustrating the way he seemed to welcome her domination without a fight or the semblance of refusal. It tore her apart.
On one hand, it ruined all the fantasies and thrill of subduing a struggling victim. She rarely even brought out handcuffs, let alone more extreme things, since he complied so wholly that they felt like a mere formality. Over the years she'd conjured up such vivid, gorgeous images of breaking people to her will, but Henry didn't need breaking. If she demanded something, he did it, and if she hurt him in any way, it seemed to excite him in ways she really, really hoped it wouldn't.
Conversely, she had a very devoted, very twisted husband who she knew wouldn't take issue with virtually anything she asked of him. They may have skipped the very fun breaking in portion of the relationship, but the eagerness with which he pleased her was so sweet, in some weird, twisted way. As long as he remained loyal, she didn't mind
That night, she came up to bed after spending an evening in her lab. Hours spent handling aphrodisiacs that may or may not have been components for a love potion she may or may not have had an intended target for left her particularly riled up, and she came upon Henry lying atop the bed wearing underwear and a loose shirt. Shedding quickly down to her underwear, she grabbed the wrist that held the book and pushed it off to the side as she climbed into his lap.
"Your eyes are on me now," she purred, looking downward at him, some strands of hair slipping out from behind her ear as she squeezed his wrist extra hard. Her other hand rubbed along his waist, and she could feel him hardening against her rear.
"Okay," he said, his face going from amused concentration to eagerness. He opened his hand, the blood slipping out of his grasp as he placed it instead on his lover's thigh. The book could certainly wait until his wife was done with him.
She slipped her hand beneath his shirt, his abs tightening up at the mere touch of her digits. They were soft, having only ever turned the pages of tomes, and were long, allowing her to pluck ingredients for spells from deep within jars. Letting her nails drag along his chest, she basked in his submission, meeting his smile with one of her own. The hand slowly tugged his shirt up as her nails slid along his skin, not quite scratching, but leaving tingling anticipation in their wake.
When she reached his collarbone, her fingernails stuck out from the collar of his shirt, tapping against his skin as she sought to test his smile. "Undo me," she demanded, digging the nails into his skin and raking them down all the way from the tip of his sternum back to his waist. She didn't break the skin, but she left white trails of stinging, sensitive skin. He should have hissed, should have winced and stopped smiling, but instead he groaned, hands tightening against her body, cock springing up to full length immediately, pressing into her ass as far as it would give.
His hands went to the clasp on her bra and the side tie on her panties, undoing both swiftly. The necessities of magic had left his own hands similarly dextrous, and he very quickly got the love of his life bare, her shapely form sitting atop him like a pale, eerie goddess. His eyes widened in appreciation; seeing her body every night for years had not dulled the reverence with which he gazed upon her.
She grew very suddenly impatient with him, her hands grabbing the band of his underwear and pulling them down with with a bit too much haste. In the process of leaving his lap a little, she lay forward more, her ample breasts rubbing against his face, and she could feel his cheek muscles pressing against them as his smile grew, making her roll her eyes. Shifting forward, she settled down as her hands pulled his underwear to his knees. As she slid down a little and rubbed her slick mound against his waist, his rigid rock pressed against her ass.
His hands seized her breasts, kneading the supple, soft flesh as his lips pressed into her cleavage, leaving plenty of kisses and licks along the skin. As she lowered herself down they weren't dangling so much as they were shoved into his face, a few rolls of her shoulders resulting in his lips being right up to her sternum, buried in her cleavage. It was precisely where he handed to be, even if breath was a little harder to come by. Being enveloped in all that plush warmth was worth all of that.
Feeling benevolent, Tharja decided to reward his good behaviour, grabbing her cheeks and pulling them apart, letting his cock slip into the crease of her ass. Pushing them together, she squeezed his shaft and began to rock her hips, grinding her round ass up against it. She would have run a hand through his hair and pulled his face up into her breasts as tightly as possible, but he was already doing just that of his own volition, leaving her hands free to whatever they chose.
Henry rolled Tharja's nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging just to get a rise out of her. He enjoyed receiving pain much more than getting it, but he knew that giving a little jolt to Tharja would come off a cheeky act of rebellion. Right on command, he felt fingernails in his thigh, not because she didn't absolutely love his rough treatment of her breasts, but because it was the closest she could get to disciplining him. His penis throbbed between her cheeks as he felt her scratch his thigh up, and he responded by squeezing her breasts, grabbing fistfuls of skin just to feel the way his fingers dug into her large breasts.
Panting heavily, Tharja pulled up, finding that Henry's neck craned upward to follow her, but she went further than she could reach. "Suck," she said sternly, even if she audibly struggled to keep her voice steady. She shifted her posture and pushed back down, her hardened, pink nipple rubbing against his lips. It was a common progression, as smothering him with her breasts did much less for her long-term pleasure.
As commanded, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, closing his eyes as his mouth went into the familiar action. His hands continued feeling, though the other breast was treated to more rough nipple play to keep her on edge and aggressive. That was exactly how he liked her, any brief moment of docility or normality being a sad affair. He wanted Tharja dominant, as that was where she turned him on, and where she would get physical the way he liked. More scratching, and he sucked with earnest, the sensations along almost enough for him to cum.
She could tell he was growing close by the frantic pace at which he sucked, which was why she pulled up off of him entirely. A bead of pre sat at his tip as her round, soft ass left his shaft, and his lips puckered up and pushed outward, trying to find her nipple again. “You're liking this too much,” she said angrily, straddling his face and grabbing his hair. She knew he'd enjoy this new position as well, but at least she could tease him and hold out that way.
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