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Of Wind, Ruins, and Passion	By : NaekaneSato Category: +S through Z > Tales of Symphonia Views: 390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Of Wind, Ruins, and Passion
- 1
SPOILER WARNING: This occurs after the events of Dawn of the New World, and contains end-of-game spoilers.
Asgard was known throughout the world—both Sylvarant and Tethe'alla—as the Town of Ruins, or more whimsically, the Town of Wind and Ruins. This large burg, nestled in the mountains of the Asgard region, had been attracting an increasing number of sightseers from the parts of the world formerly known as Tethe'alla. Even though the Balacruf civilization was not a part of their history, the ruins seemed to fascinate them. Sylvarant and Tethe'alla may have started as one world, but there were four thousand years of history largely unknown to the Tethe'allans, and vice-versa. No doubt that struck the fancy of many people. Because of Asgard's famed ruins, the Aselia Union had been in talks with the mayor and the town's citizens.
Asgard could help bring the people of Sylvarant and Tethe'alla together, by inspiring mutual awe and interest in the ruins. However, there had already been incidents of rowdy Tethe'allans picking fights and generally causing trouble in the early years of unification. There was one time when a teenage Tethe'allan boy purposefully broke ancient pottery. Raine Sage happened to be in Asgard at the time and saw the boy do it. He feigned ignorance, but he quickly learned to never cross the professor. Relations between the two people had improved greatly since then, but there were other considerations, such as how many more people could feasibly visit Asgard in a day, a month, even a year. Citizens of Asgards and scholars would not want so many people to possibly mar or destroy the ruins and artifacts there unintentionally.
It still surprised Marta that she, of all people, was there to discuss such matters and come up with ideas on behalf of the Aselia Union. Marta did want to do all that she could to bring the two worlds together, but she never envisioned this. That day, she and Emil spent hours talking with the mayor and other officials. The couple then walked around town to observe some of the goings-on at the ruins. She even took notes. She was never a good student, yet there she was taking notes!
Marta supposed that Emil was right about her learning how to be a diplomat if she put her mind to it. She did help to found the Aselia Union, a new organization that settled disputes, promoted peace, and ultimately unify the once-separated worlds. Regal and Zelos even believed, and Emil and their other friends agreed, that she may lead the Union someday. This took Marta aback, as she doubted she could ever be a leader of any kind. Regal assured Marta that she was still young, so it would be years before she gained the skills and experience needed to become a leader. It was, of course, her decision if she wanted to lead the Aselia Union or not. She would still be an important part of the union. Emil and their friends agreed that she had leadership material. Marta was not so sure herself, but she would hone these skills by continuing to work in the Union to bring peace and understanding to the unified world. Raine also stressed that studying politics, diplomacy, and history would aid in these tasks. Marta reluctantly agreed. She should do it more often, but she had started to read books on the subjects.
Emil supported and aided Marta in her mission, whether working on the same or disparate projects at the Aselia Union or doing extra housework so that Marta could use the time to read those stuffy books. Marta may have helped to create the Union by using her experience in the Vanguard's founding, but Emil was important in keeping the growing organization running.
The Aselia Union had become rather busy after a year since it first began operations. The two of them were given "important advisory roles," meaning they worked in different departments and projects, sometimes more than one at a time. On the days when they were not in the field putting together a special event or talking to local officials, they were at headquarters in Palmacosta looking over reports. The varied work was difficult and Marta felt she wasn't much help in certain situations (anything to do with trade, for instance), but she wanted to experience all aspects of the Aselia Union. She would be able to see which programs helped people the most. At the bare minimum, she would better find where her strengths lie. Also, if she were to lead the Union someday, it would be useful to know everything that goes on to some extent.
While Marta and Emil would return to Asgard in the near future, the two of them would leave the following day to return to Palmacosta. It was late by the time they finished their preliminary work, but the young couple anticipated this and brought what they needed for an overnight stay at the inn. Marta had finished getting ready for bed, having changed into her cream-colored nightgown, but at that moment, she was looking out an open window. The light from both moons cast upon the ruins made the ancient buildings seem even more mystical than in the day, as if she could expect to see more of their secrets. Marta was far from a history buff, but she did have a fondness for Asgard, partly because of the ruins. She almost felt mesmerized watching them from the window.
As Marta continued to peer at the ancient buildings, she felt two familiar arms wrap around her, followed by a familiar chest and abdomen. On the left hand, she saw a gold wedding band shine faintly before she looked up to see her husband Emil wearing navy blue pajamas. She loved it when he embraced her from behind like that. It would have been unthinkable for him to do anything like that when they both first arrived in Asgard almost eight years ago. Emil wasn't the same youth now as he was back then—neither of them was anymore.
"It's getting kind of chilly, isn't it?" Emil asked, "Winter is right around the corner."
"It's a little cold, but I wanted to see Asgard at night. It makes it look different; nicer," Marta said, "And besides, I have you to keep me warm." Emil chuckled softly, then leaned down to kiss her.
He then looked out the open window and said, "You're right about Asgard. It does look amazing at night. I don't think I noticed the first time we were here, and we hadn't stayed the night in the seven years since then."
"Seven years..."Marta said wistfully, "almost eight at this point. We first came here at the beginning of our journey."
"Yeah, and a lot happened when we were trying to find Ventus's core. We met Colette for the first time and became friends."
"After I yelled at her and shoved her," Marta retorted with a guilty sigh.
"You didn't know her back then, and Colette blamed herself for the tree; she still does. You did eventually apologize to her," Emil said.
"I apologized to her so late, though. I didn't think I could forgive her when we left Asgard back then, and I just had other things on my mind until the journey was over," Marta explained. "I couldn't believe Colette considered me a friend after that, and I couldn't help but like her. She really is too good of a person."
"Yeah, she is, but I think that's what makes her a good friend," Emil said.
"I think so, too," Marta agreed.
Emil seemed to think for a moment before saying, "Asgard is also where we fought the Garuda with the help of the baby dragon. And you learned the maiden ritual to make Ventus show himself as the Windmaster."
Marta chuckled softly, "I still wish I remembered the dance. I do remember that this is where Alice was trying to find Colette, and she nearly killed me when I saved that boy that got blown away by the wind."
"Yeah, and it was Colette who flew to save the two of you," Emil reminisced. "That wind really was strong. Before that, when we just got to Asgard, the wind almost carried you away."
Marta smiled warmly at the memory, "You grabbed my hand to keep me from flying away, and kept holding it even after it was safe again. Then I made you feel embarrassed when I pointed it out."
"Yeah. I don't exactly remember what went through my head that time, but I think I was really comfortable just holding your hand like that. Or maybe I thought I should keep holding onto it in case the wind grew strong again."
"I know how I was back then, and that you were still timid. It did make me really happy when you kept holding my hand. I'm sorry if I made it awkward"
"It's okay, Marta …" Emil trailed off. He then continued, "It's true that I was embarrassed and hadn't fallen for you yet, but I did think you were amazing, even back then. You're still amazing. It was a good memory."
"Oh Emil", Marta said, then nodded. "It was for me too. I wonder if other couples can remember the first time they held hands."
"I don't know, but ours was special, at least to me."
Marta murmured contently in agreement. As the two of them continued to look out over the ruins, Emil's arms around Marta, she felt something in the air change around them. She found herself taken in by his gentle arms. Not for the first time, Marta couldn't help but notice Emil's beautiful form, both slender and strong. The moonlight accentuated his visage, both handsome and pretty. His warmth and scent enveloped her, beginning to spark her passion.
"The Balacruf ruins . . . Emil trailed off, "Aren't you and your family descended from the Balacruf Dynasty?"
"That's what Richter told Daddy. I'm not sure how true that is," Marta replied.
"I can believe it," her husband replied.
"Oh? Why do you think that?" Marta asked, genuinely curious.
"It's because . . . " Emil paused as if trying to muse out the best way to express his thoughts. He then continued, "Seeing you here in Asgard again, I can believe that you're descended from royalty. The way the moonlight shines down on this place is almost as beautiful as the way it shines on you."
Marta chuckled sweetly, "Oh you flatterer. Next, you'll be saying I'm as pretty as a princess."
"You're more than just a princess," Emil replied, his already deep voice dropping lower, "How you carry yourself, your kindness, your strength, your determination, and the way you speak with confidence—you're more like a queen." He then nuzzled his face into her neck.
"You really think so?" Marta asked. While she believed him, it always amazed her how highly her husband thought of her
"Of course I do, Marta," he said after lifting his head back up, "Even if you weren't descended from royalty, I would still think that you're amazing."
Marta smiled then said, "I would call that more flattery, but I know you're being sincere. She reached over to stroke his hair before she turned to face him. She then wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lithe body against his.
"When we first came here to Asgard years ago, you wouldn't even think about saying sweet things like that to me," Marta said.
Emil held her closer as he replied, "It wasn't even that long ago when I would have tried to say it while being very nervous, then apologizing for sounding awkward. And now I'm married to the most wonderful person in the world."
"Actually, I'm married to the most wonderful person in the world."
The couple gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments longer before they leaned in to kiss. Basking in the mystical, romantic air of the nearby Balacruf ruins and being held in her husband's embrace, the stirring she felt earlier became a coiling sensation in her belly. At the same time, it felt like a fire starting to build within her. They soon deepened the kiss, the two of them using their tongues to feel the familiar contours of the other's mouths. Emil also suckled on Marta's lower lip, something that she quite enjoyed. When their hands started to caress each other, Emil broke away from the kiss to look directly at his wife. His eyes shined with lustful affection and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Marta chuckled darkly and said, "Asgard has you feeling frisky, too?" Her passion had kindled into the flames of desire for this incredible and incredibly sexy man in front of her.
"You could say that," Emil said, his seductive tone of voice and expression telling her that he wanted her as well.
Marta was about to suggest that they saunter over to the bed, but an idea came to her. She instead said, "Then may I ask you to escort me inside?"
"Hmm?" was Emil's reply.
"Well, it wouldn't bode well if you, a palace guard, were to be seen having a tryst with me, the Balacruf Queen. No one will bother us once we get to my chambers."
Emil continued to blink quizzically. "Uhhh.."
"Just play along," Marta said under her breath.
The young man finally understood. They had been experimenting with role-playing lately when they made love. Marta preferred to be spontaneous, which often—such as at that moment—caught Emil off-guard.
"Oh, uh, as you wish, my Queen." He did a small bow before taking Marta's hand. As they walked away from the window, he closed the shutters. Their room for that evening was sparsely furnished, but cozy, with a dimly lit oil lamp near the bed, as they initially intended to go to sleep soon.
"You are certain you wish to. . ." Emil started to say needing to think of the right choice of words for this on-the-spot scenario. ". . .That you are desirous of me?"
Marta stifled a laugh before she replied, "Yes, my Love. I want nothing more than to share my bed with you—except perhaps if it were our marriage bed instead." Marta then placed her hand against the side of her head in a mock dramatic pose and continued, "Oh, but the assembly would never hear of it!"
"But your Majesty, do you, um, not make the laws?" Emil-as-a-guard asked.
"No, that's not quite right. I can suggest laws, and even make a motion to prevent laws put forward by the assembly from passing, but they can override my decisions. The assembly is particularly steadfast about marriage laws. I must marry nobility—even if you are nobler than those cads in the assembly and court ever will be."
Under his breath, Emil asked, "Is that how it actually was in Balacruf Dynasty times?"
Also breaking character, Marta replied in a loud whisper, "I have no idea. I know I should study more history, but I haven't gotten to it, yet."
Emil chuckled and said, "Raine would be really mad if she knew."
Marta gave him a mildly annoyed look, but she cleared her throat to get back into character. "I am trying to change these laws. We must continue this affair in secret for now."
"If only I could show my love for you freely in the open, my Queen. For now, I will give my life to protect you, and give you my love in private."
The two kissed again as Emil held Marta closer to him than before. Marta ground her hips against Emil's as his hands went from wrapping around her to caressing her sides and back sensuously. He groaned into the kiss as the pleasant friction between them built. Marta then started to pull up his pajama shirt. They paused their kiss so that Emil could help her completely remove his top. They exchanged more deep kisses before Marta aided Emil in removing her nightgown as well.
Emil's eyes shimmered with desire when they set upon her bare breasts. Marta briefly thought that she should have left her bra on to delay Emil a bit. It wasn't as if they planned this before getting ready for bed. Her husband's lustful expression made Marta want to go weak at the knees. Instead, she reached to catch Emil's lips in a searing kiss that he returned with equal passion. He then pulled Marta closer to him again to press her tender breasts against his hard chest. The contrast sent a sensual shiver up and down Marta's spine, and she could feel Emil experience a similar sensation.
The young couple walked over to the bed to the best of their ability, as they were still locked in a passionate kiss. They managed to sit down on the bed before Emil broke the kiss. He drew back enough so that he could cup both of her breasts with his hands.
"You start at the royal bosom each time," Marta said with a breathy sigh, getting back into character.
"I can't help myself, your Majesty," he replied huskily, "You are so beautiful, and your breasts are simply perfect." Emil's hands went from merely rubbing her breasts to kneading them. He also used his thumbs on her nipples, making them hard and erect. The pleasurable, intensifying sensation elicited more moans out of the young woman.
"Best of all, your Majesty enjoys my attention. Or am I wrong?" He teased. He leaned his head down to lightly lick at her left nipple to follow up his rhetorical question. Marta let out a louder moan.
"You . . . do know my weaknesses, my Love."
Emil knew full well how sensitive her breasts were, and how much she relished his ministrations. He often lingered on her chest whenever they made love. That surprised her at first. She knew her breasts were average size at best. Not flat of course; just average. Although she was closer to flat in her teenage years. She tried not to care too much about her size when she was younger, but it still stung a little when she overheard someone call her flat. Emil assured her that he thought her breasts were perfect, just like the rest of her. No doubt what he liked most was her reactions to even his slightest touch.
Marta moaned and squirmed as Emil continued to lavish attention on her breasts. He alternatively suckled on one breast and used his tongue to swirl around and flick her pebble-like nipple. At the same time, he would use his hand to fondle and massage her other breast. He made sure to show the same amount of devotion to both breasts by switching sides.
Marta continued to moan and writhe under Emil's practiced touch. The fire that was her arousal grew as her loins dampened with desire. As he kept suckling and massaging her breasts, she wanted, no, needed him elsewhere on her body.
"Em—my Love, please," Marta whined, nearly forgetting the role she was playing.
The blond man released his lips from her right breast and slowly picked his head up to look into her eyes. His hands lingered on her breasts as he asked in a breathy voice, "'Please what,' my lady?"
Marta whimpered loudly and Emil chuckled. Oh, he knew all right. With how naive Emil was about sex in their first few years together, Marta never would have guessed he would come to love teasing her. He would linger a bit too long on her most sensitive spots, drawing out their love-making. Marta enjoyed it, but it frustrated her sometimes, too.
Her husband, playing the role of a palace guard, asked, "Is this what you mean?" He then slowly, almost lazily traced his finger from her chest down her stomach until he reached the top of her panties. He teased his finger over it as he edged closer to her still covered opening. Then he slipped his fingertips inside to stroke a particularly sensitive part of her. Marta drew in a sharp breath from the sudden, though welcome sensation.
"Mm . . . if I may, my Queen, I would like to . . . partake of . . . to kiss . . ." Emil stammered. He seemed to be struggling with coming up with the right archaic-sounding terms for the role play. Someone else might have thought that his attempt was silly. Instead, he sounded incredibly sexy to Marta.
"Ahhh . . . Please, my Love. Please drink deeply of my flower," Marta half-moaned. In some respects, that sounded silly, too, but she was fairly sure she read it in a romance novel.
Marta shifted herself closer to the top of the bed to lay her head upon a pillow. She then started to slide off her panties. Emil went to remove them entirely, tossing them to the floor with their other clothes. Marta spread her legs and Emil rubbed her inner thighs sensuously, lingering a bit to take in the sight of fully unclothed. He then lowered his head. Marta took in a sharp breath once she felt Emil's hot tongue locate and circle around her swollen clitoris. No matter how many times his mouth worked its magic on her core, that first moment always gave her the most wonderful shock. Emil continued to use his lips, tongue, even his fingers to get the full taste of her womanhood and drive her wild.
Marta's moaning became louder and her building arousal made her grab onto the bedsheet. She yelped as quietly as she could as she felt herself approach a powerful crescendo. She didn't want any other guests in the inn to hear them, after all.
"Ohhhh . . . my Love . . ." Marta moaned in a tone that begged something of her husband. In response, Emil hummed tunelessly as his tongue pleasured her core. The vibrations his humming caused increased the sensations she was feeling.
"Please … please …" she begged, "don't stop!"
Emil obeyed. A moment later, Emil finally brought Marta to her peak. She let out a cry that was part gasp, part whine, and part quiet scream. Her vision went white momentarily as her orgasm came upon her. Her husband took delight in lapping up the fluids that flowed from her core
The young man then lifted his head from his wife's core and moved to lie beside her. He embraced her, giving her time to come down from her high. After a few minutes, Emil kissed her deeply, using his tongue to caress hers, sending a pleasing shiver down her spine.
"Your Highness tastes as sweet as ever," he said after ending the kiss.
"Mmmm and I do love it when you share," she replied in a seductive voice. She didn't think she tasted sweet, even when Emil used his fingers to give her a sample, but the action was amazingly sexy nonetheless.
As they kissed, Marta's right hand made its way to Emil's pajama pants. She quickly untied them and slid them down as far as she could without extricating herself from Emil's embrace. He aided her by kicking off his pants entirely. Marta looked appreciatively at her husband's member already standing erect.
"Now it is time that I attend to your needs, my Love," Marta said in her mostly queenly-sounding voice as she rubbed his stiffening, throbbing erection.
"Not yet, my lady," he replied, then held Marta closer to him, causing her to let go of his organ. His member instead pressed against her lower belly, which made her sigh quietly. Emil continued, "After all, I live to serve you. Your needs come before mine."
"But …" Marta began to say before Emil distracted her by kissing a particularly sensitive part of her neck. As with before, he kissed and stroked her most receptive points; not just her neck, but her lips, breasts, sides, and stomach as well. Marta gasped, sighed, moaned, and made other vocalizations expressing how much she was enjoying his touch. Not wanting to let Emil have all of the fun, Marta also kissed him back and ran her hands all over him
"My Queen makes the most … delightful sounds. I could listen to you forever," Emil said in character.
"I do hope you don't mean that literally," Marta replied, both in character and out. Emil chuckled darkly at that. To get her point across more strongly, she started to rub her lower body against his so that their crotches sometimes touched. Maybe he would stop being such a tease that way.
Emil groaned whenever her core brushed against his erection, but he continued his kisses and increasingly torturous caresses. His manhood had hardened against her body and she knew he was ready. He had been for a long while. Despite Marta subtly, and not-so-subtly, trying to goad him into entering her, he seemingly didn't get the hint.
Of course, she knew full well he was drawing out their foreplay on purpose. He not only loved to tease her during sex, but he sometimes enjoyed seeing her squirm in frustration.
"Ahh, please, enough of this, my Love!" Marta gasped as his finger brushed lightly the entrance of her core.
With an amused glint in his eyes, a look she only ever saw when they made love, Emil said, "Enough of what, your Majesty?"
Marta whimpered again, not just from her husband's teasing, but also from trying to think of an antiquated, less crass way of saying "can just you screw me already?"
"Please … take me, my Love! Take me and make me yours!" She knew that sex didn't always need to involve penetration, and she loved that Emil enjoyed foreplay as much as she did (perhaps more, at this point). Tonight, though, she wanted, needed him inside of her.
Emil's smile was uncharacteristically wicked as he held her closer to him, Marta's lust burned hotter as she felt his lean form and hardened member against her very sensitive body.
"Not just yes, my Queen," he replied.
"But you said that my needs come before yours!" Marta said, her voice sounding like a keen whine.
"Just for a little longer. I would think that royalty would be more patient than this," he teased, caressing her sides.
Marta had just about enough of this. Summoning her strength, she flipped her tease of a husband over onto his back. His eyes went wide in surprise for a moment before the loving, lustful, teasing cast to them returned. Marta straddled his groin, feeling his erection up against her rear, causing Emil to let out a croaking moan.
"If you wanted me to be on top, you could have just asked," Marta said, doing some teasing of her own.
"Whatever it is that you wish of me, my Queen," he replied with the faintest hint of a smirk.
Marta shifted her legs to grind against him, making him moan again. A thought came to her and she moved off of Emil so that she was kneeling next to him on the bed.
"Uh, my lady, is something the matter?" Emil asked, a little puzzled, "I thought you wanted me to take you—or the other way around."
Perhaps you have rubbed off on me, my Love. I wish to play with you a little longer before we get to the end," Marta said seductively. She then wrapped her right hand around his member and began to rub it again.
Her eyes shined with desire upon getting a full look at his phallus. Marta had no idea if Emil was of average size or not. Love scenes in romance novels would often describe a phallus being seven inches, eight inches, or even longer, but how did the characters guess that at a glance? Regardless it never ceased to amaze her how much larger Emil's became when it stood erect. Combined with his flawless, lean yet toned form, Emil's body still took her breath away.
She marveled at the texture of Emil's member as she expertly rubbed up and down the shaft. In those same sex scenes in romance novels, she often read the phrase "steel wrapped in silk." She thought it was a strange way to describe it—but now she almost agreed. A heated iron rod wrapped in silk was more like it.
Emil breathed heavily as her hand continued to envelop his phallus, moving from the head to the base. After a few more pumps, the diminutive woman lowered her head to lick at the tip of his organ. Emil gasped at that and kept taking in sharp breaths as Marta continued to lick his second head. Emil picked himself up to watch her, then let out a moan as her moist, hot lips engulfed as much of his member as she could.
Marta wished she could somehow look at Emil's face whenever she used her mouth on him, but his constant moans and grunts would have to do. As she bobbed her head up and down, she also curled her tongue around his organ. Marta liked how much Emil clearly reveled in her sucking on him, but she also didn't mind the taste of the salty liquid that leaked from the tip.
After some time, Emil said in a strained voice, "Please, that's enough Ma-my lady! I've had about as much as I can take."
Marta then released Emil's phallus with a pop. Feigning a look of guilt, she said, "What is wrong, my Love? Am I not good at this?"
"Not—not at all. Your Majesty's mouth feels incredible," Emil said between calming breaths, "I'm afraid … I fear that I may end our time together too soon."
Faking a look of realization, Marta said, "Ah, I see. I suppose it is time I use that instead.
Marta moved over her husband and positioned herself so that her crotch was over his. She then lowered herself onto Emil, using her hand to hold his member and guide it in place. She sat down in one motion, taking his erection fully into her folds. Emil cried out in a strained, pleasured voice, likely trying to hold himself back from reaching his climax too quickly. Marta herself couldn't help but let out a gasp upon feeling his manhood enter her core.
She only gave Emil a short moment to recover before she began to ride him in earnest. She lifted herself until he was almost out, then lowered herself back down again. She also used one hand to play with her clitoris.
Emil had long since stopped trying to keep himself up. He instead concentrated on holding back from exploding within her. From his lying-down position, he cupped Marta's swaying breasts and fondled them in an attempt to get her to climax first. All the while, the two of them moaned in unison.
After a few moments, Emil groaned, "Your, ugh, Majesty. I don't suppose I could convenience you to slow down? I want you to finish first."
"I will not, my dear. Consider this your punishment for making your queen wait," Marta replied. She knew that Emil delighted in making her orgasm first whenever they made love. She would try to hold out for as long as possible, but Emil knew her body well enough to get her to reach climax first most of the time. She did have more control when she was on top, and she would make sure he would come first tonight.
Although to be fair, he did get her to come earlier that evening.
The two of them gasped each time she sat back down on his member. She felt jolts of pleasure from the way his phallus buried itself into her core, along with her fingers at her clit and Emil's hands on her breasts. Her lust burned stronger until she knew her climax would be upon her soon.
Emil's face scrunched in pleasure whenever she thrust herself downward. She could tell he was reveling in their love-making just as much as she was, and that his own climax was approaching.
Marta then increased the speed of her riding. Her pace was erratic, accelerating when she could, but slowing down when she felt like he would slip out. Her eagerness made Emil grab onto her hips instead of her chest, keeping her in place. He began to thrust his hips upwards as well, driving his member deeper into her. Marta also kept both of her hands on his toned abdomen to steady herself.
The married couple's moans grew increasingly louder, as did the sounds of their hips slamming into each other. Even though Marta wanted Emil to finish first, she did little to tamper down on her own climax. It grew more difficult as Emil's member was driven as deep into her as they could. She felt absolutely amazing and it made her want to come undone.
"Ma—my—Marta!" Emil cried out, forgoing their role play for that moment. Marta felt his body shudder as he thrust upwards one more time, soon followed by his warm seed spilling into her. His orgasm triggered Marta's own, making her cry out Emil's name as well rather than his temporary persona of an unnamed palace guard. They never did use pet names outside of roleplay; their own names always felt more intimate. She felt her mind become blank as she could only take in the feelings of her fold rippling around Emil's member as well as Emil trying to ride out their orgasm together.
They stayed attached at their hips for a little longer, existing off of each other. Marta barely felt herself roll off of his softening member and into his waiting arms. They basked together in the afterglow of their frantic activity, feeling tired and sweaty, but sweetly satisfied.
As the afterglow faded, Emil reached to cover them both with a bedsheet. The young couple kissed each other softly, a sharp contrast to the passion they kissed with earlier in the evening.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hold out for longer, my Queen," Emil said in character.
"Don't be, my Love. We came together at nearly the same time. Your … prowess in the bedroom is undeniable," Marta said, not quite knowing how to say what she wanted in an antiquated fashion.
"If I'm as good as you say, it's only because you are amazing as well, your Majesty."
He held Marta closer to him and said in a quiet, tired voice, "Can I stay here tonight? If only to feel what it would be like to be married to you."
Mara smiled warmly and tiredly as she replied in-character, "Of course, my Love. I will endeavor to change that pesky law so that it would not be just a fancy."
Exhaustion soon took Marta and Emil, the both of them falling asleep. Outside, the town of ruin's winds blew colder, but the two of them would not have felt it in the warmth of each other's arms and the fading embers of their passion.
Asgard had always been special to the two of them. This night would become another reason why.
Author's Note: Happy belated 10th anniversary to me!
Yes, it was over ten years ago when I finally decided to post my first fic on the web, "Taking Their Time." Since then, I came out with many more stories, almost all of them about the greatest couple ever. I did start writing wanting to add more Emil x Marta fics, but I never thought I'd turn it into this chronicle of their lives together.
It seems appropriate that in celebration of ten years as a fanfic author that this story be similar to "Taking Their Time." They don't call these kinds of stories "lemons," anymore, do they? Are they just smut fics? I don't know, lol.
Anyway, to contrast with "Taking Their Time," I purposely set this story two years after they've been married, and both have had more experience with sex. I hope Emil doesn't come across as too out-of-character, but I really do think this is how he would be years into their relationship. His awkwardness still comes out in the slightly clumsy roleplay. Of course, I'll leave it to you, my readers, to tell me if you also think this fits Emil.
I really wanted to post this fic back in January, as that was the month I first posted "Taking Their Time" to this site in 2011. I got it started too late, and life generally got in the way of me posting this sooner. I doubt anyone was expecting me to post anything for my anniversary, but I still feel bad about it. I hope the story itself is good enough to make up for the delay!
As always, please let me know what you think!
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