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Agnes awoke, as she had for the past several days since she and Emmrich became a couple, in his room, in his bed. She was curled against his side, one of his long, slender arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. Nuzzling his chest, she smiled. “I love you,” she whispered, a pale hand rubbing his chest.
“Y-you do?”
Oh shit.
I thought he was still asleep!!!!
Fuck it, whatever.
She hummed softly. “Mmhm. I love you, Emmrich. I love your heart and brilliant mind and charm and sexy ass…”
To be honest, he’s got a lovely bum.
A strangled noise escaped him as he caressed her upper arm. “Oh! Oh darling, I-I love you too!” His lithe body shook with not at all silent sobs. “N-no one’s ever said it first, and when I-I do…” He hiccupped. “It-it never ends well.”
Propping herself on her elbow, Agnes shook her head. “But it did this time, handsome. You don’t have to worry. Not anymore.” She resumed rubbing his chest as he stared at her with wide eyes.
“You…you’re truly exceptional, do know that?” The necromancer whispered in awe.
Nah.
Shaking her head, she whispered, “I’m just me, love.”
He shifted to kiss her and then murmured, “No, you are incredible. Singular. Extraordinary.”
“Hmm, those are words I could use to describe you.” Agnes gently directed him to lay on his back, and once he did, she straddled his tiny ass waist and lowered her front to rest against his. “I love you, Emmrich. My first, my only…mine.” Running her fingers through his chest hair, she sighed as he embraced her. “All mine…”
Emmrich released a shaky breath, his hold tightening slightly. “As you are mine, my darling girl. My last love. My great love.”
My love.
My Emm.
I’ll never let you go, I promise. You’ll never be alone again.
***
“I love you so much, but you don’t need to do—ACHOO!” Agnes sneezed, her voice a croak. Of course when I’m trying to save the world, I get a fucking cold. She reached for more tissues but to her dismay, the box was empty.
Fuck.
Emmrich scoffed as he prepared some Nevarran decongestion elixir. “Nonsense. Darling, you are ill—”
“Emm, it’s a cold.”
“You are ill, and as your suitor, your gentleman, your partner in all things, it’s my honor and privilege to care for you.” A necrotic tendril floated a fresh box of tissues to her in bed. “There you are, dearest. I’m nearly finished with your medicine. It should greatly assist in…”
He continued to ramble adorably about what he was making for her, and she blew her nose.
I think the inside of my head moved around.
Ugh, fucking cold.
Tossing the tissue into the ever-filling waste basket next to her side of Emmrich’s bed, Agnes sat back against the pillows (that he insisted on fluffing) and sniffled.
Fuck me, he’s still talking about the medicine.
“—the restorative properties of…ah! Here we are, darling. Drink up!” Hazel eyes bright, he smiled as he handed her the small medicine cup filled with a pinkish white thick ass liquid.
Not exactly the most appetizing but needs must.
She downed the liquid in one go and then began to gag. “Ugh! Bleh! Emm, what the actual fuck is this?!”
At least he has the decency to look chagrined! YOU MADE ME DRINK PINK GOOPY PISS! “Sorry, dearest. The flavor isn’t one that many enjoy…” No! Really? I HAD NO IDEA. “But it will lessen the congestion, which will, in turn, assist with all that horrid sinus pressure. My poor darling.” He handed her a hard strawberry flavored candy from one of his super tiny pockets on his sexy fucking waistcoat. “For the flavor.”
Agnes gratefully took the candy, unwrapped it, and popped it in her mouth. Relief!!!! “That’s much better. Thanks, love.”
“Anything for you, my darling.” His lips curled into a fond smile as he raised his bejeweled hand to gently tap the tip of her nose with his ungloved forefinger. “You’re adorable.”
NO, YOU!!!!
Sucking on the candy, she leaned back against the pillows, beckoning him with a tilt of her head. “Will you stay awhile?”
Emmrich was already moving to lay beside her. With a smile. Always with a smile. Even though I’m full of snot, he’s still here.
And still smiling.
“Shall I read to you, dearest?”
She nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great. May I request something romantic?” Snuggling into his side, she happily sighed as he so damn elegantly wrapped an arm around her shoulders while summoning a necrotic tendril to bring a tome to him. The book levitated in front of him at his preferred height, pages turning.
“Darling, of course. Ah, here! How about some romantic poetry?” Emmrich pressed a kiss to her head before reciting several love poems.
As her eyes fluttered closed, my sinuses are opening wooo, Agnes smiled.
I love you.
***
It happened seemingly in slow motion.
The prick at the table next to us called me a fat cow for the millionth time.
Emmrich’s eyes glowed green.
He got up.
“Cease your cruel statements about my paramour, ser or face the consequences.”
“How can you even fuck her—”
CRACK.
Emm punched the prick in the jaw.
Hot.
“I love you so fucking much,” Agnes giggled as she channeled ice magic into the hand that punched the prick. Ice to help dull the pain and something about inflammation.
He chuckled softly. “I sense a but coming.”
She shook her head with the proudest grin ever. “No! There’s no but except yours, sexy. I don’t think anyone’s ever punched someone on my behalf before.” More smiles for my man! “Usually I’m the one helping the person who got punched off the floor.”
Yes Thancred, I’m referring to you.
Barking a laugh, he gently flexed his fingers. “Ha! Oh dearest, you never fail to amuse and delight me, lighten my heart, and soothe my pain.” Satisfied by her efforts, Emmrich smiled warmly, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “You truly are Maker-sent, Agi darling.”
He cannot say shit like that and look so handsome while doing it!!!!
She looked away, her cheeks warming rapidly. “Flatterer.”
“It’s not flattery when it’s the truth, my dear.”
Enough.
Agnes lunged forward and kissed him soundly, only pulling back to fucking breathe. “Take me home, Emmrich, and say pretty things while I’m naked in bed.”
Who knew those were the magic words to cause Emm to sweat profusely while dragging me back to the Lighthouse?
***
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
There were endless chants of those three words, and Emmrich found that he did not mind at all.
Especially at present.
The present being Agi bouncing on my cock like the very best darling girl she is.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
To the anonymous writer of that enlightening pamphlet on lovemaking with larger partners, I thank you most profusely!
The simplicity of it!
All I had to do was commission a strong enough chair and here we are---I sit comfortably in the chair while my treasure sits on me. It’s less on her knees, the poor dear.
And I daresay Agi is enjoying herself immensely.
Her long, soft arms wrapped around him, his face against her breasts.
I am in heaven.
“Emm, are you sure about this? What if I crush you? Oh fuck, what if I break your thighs?!?!?”
See, darling. You have nothing to fear. In my arms you are safe and adored. Upon my cock you are loved and—
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Her bouncing slowed as she instead focused on rolling her hips, toes curling in the rug below. Gently prying my head from her heaping bosom, Agnes peppered kisses on his face. “Emm…this is…fuck, can we do this all the time?”
He did not mean to come so soon.
He truly did not.
Agi, wearing naught but grave gold I commissioned for her, asking so politely, so prettily—
Emmrich’s eyes rolled back into his head as he spilled into her, heat suddenly rushing to his face. Damnit! “Forg—”
“No. Hell no.” She muttered a spell to clean themselves while still riding him. “No. Nope. Hell fucking no.” Agnes kissed her beloved and then grinned, snapping her fingers as she muttered a cleaning spell. “You are not apologizing for coming. Fuck that.” A breathless laugh escaped her as she once again hugged him tightly against her. “Nuh uh. That was so fucking hot, love.”
Head squished against her generous breasts, Emmrich found he lacked the will to disagree with her.
Not when she is awash in pleasure and so very happy.
“As you say, dearest,” Emmrich sighed, content to allow my darling girl to use me as she sees fit.
***
“Whatever’s in store for us---together, my darling. That’s how we’ll face it.” Emmrich said as confidently as I’ve ever felt. I believe it. I truly believe that together…together we can overcome any obstacle.
Cupping his freshly shaven cheek, Agnes smiled as she tried to blink back tears. “Emm, I love you.”
He immediately murmured, “I love you too.”
“I love you, and I promise that we’re getting through today. We will damnit.” Lightly tugging on his waistcoat, she embraced Emmrich, melting into him as she always does and always will. My light, my hope, my dear girl, my heart---I love you. “When all is said and done, I’m going home with you. And we’re going to live happily ever after, because it’s what we fucking deserve after everything we’ve been through.”
His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Don’t we also deserve rest and relaxation, dearest? A romantic getaway to Rivain? Does that please you?”
Of course it will.
She squealed, peppering kisses around and on his mouth, including my mustache! What a delightful feeling! “Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” More kisses. Agi darling, you spoil me. “I love you so much! We’re gonna kick ass and go on a long fucking holiday!”
And then home.
And wedding planning.
And the rest of our lives.
“That we shall, my dear. That we shall.” With one last kiss, he released her and then offered a hand as she rose from our sarcophagus. Ours! Knowing that I will spend eternity with you, dear Agi, brings me more happiness than I ever thought possible. “Come, darling. I’ve brought some breakfast and fresh clothes for you to change into.” Emmrich assisted as she climbed out of the sarcophagus, landing with soft thud.
“Well aren’t you thoughtful!” Agnes winked, giving her hips a shake. So are you, my pretty. “Get dressed, breakfast, kick ass, vacation. What a day we’re gonna have, love!” She laughed, hips swaying as she grabbed the neatly folded pile of clothes and got dressed.
What a life we will have, my love.
Together.
***
It had all started out innocently enough.
Dear Agi located a recipe for Cheddar Bay Biscuits and decided to bake some when we returned to the Lighthouse.
“Some” meaning two dozen for the team and a dozen for…ahem, personal use.
“Personal use” being defined by my darling girl as “om nom’ing biscuits in bed with my handsome man.”
Then it began to drift towards something a little less innocent, through no fault of my own, of course.
“I love you,” he murmured against her ear, laying on his side under the covers with her. My darling girl laying against the pillows, blushing so sweetly. Out of the dozen biscuits originally on the plate, four remained. “You’re a vision. Irresistible. So irresistible in fact I simply must have a taste. Immediately.” Without another word, he dove under the blanket, leaving her erupting into giggles. “Good girl,” he whispered as she spread her long legs, Emmrich settling between them. “You have your treats, and now I get my own.”
Mine.
All mine.
Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to worship, mine to spoil, mine to indulge, mine to…
Emmrich licked a strip from her weeping cunt to her clit.
Taste.
Through the blanket, he heard soft moans with the occasional “Emm” and “Don’t stop,” the latter spurring him on further. A hand tentatively pulled his hair, and he moaned into cunt.
“Emm…more please…”
I’ll never deny you, sweet girl.
I cannot find it in myself to deny you.
In fact, one might argue that I wish to enable you to levels of hedonism that would make even me blush.
It is what you deserve, my darling Agi.
Grinding against his face, her breaths came out in needy pants. “Fuck yeah. Fuck, I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m gonna come, love…I’m gonna come all over your face…”
That’s it, sweetheart. Good girl. You’re so good. You spoil me. You give me so much and deserve—
“EMM! FUCK! Fuck! Oh my…fuck…”
I drink you, divine nectar! I sup! I lap! I taste!
“I love you, Emm…I love you…get your sexy ass up here and kiss me please…” She let go of his hair and whined as he settled next to her. Agnes’s lips found his within moments, and she moaned in his mouth.
He managed to pant “I love you too” before she insisted on straddling his lap.
How I love you, my darling girl. I love you.