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Story Number 59 - I have her

One shot - I Have Her

Her timid little body writhing in the sheets, nightmares ruled her dream. A darkness, a man from her past haunting her. Waking, Emily sat up in a flash. Eyes darting around the dark empty room, a terror took hold as she ran towards the light showing underneath the bedroom door. Ripping the heavy door open, she sprinted down the hall as a maid chased after her, “my lady? My lady… Lady Emily please stop.”

The maid following her as swiftly as possible, Emily stumbled as she grew closer to the study door. Reaching out her arms for the handle she toppled to the floor with a thud as the maids voice sounded loudly in worry, “my Lady!” Rushing to Emily’s side the maid froze as the study door swung open with force. Head bowed, she greeted him carefully, “my Lord.” Fear creeping into the maid’s body and voice, she faltered in her actions. Her Lord having just come back from the capital, she was not used to being in his presence.

“Leave.” Manson’s voice rung out as his dark eyes took in the scene before him. Bending immediately, he lifted his wife into his arms holding her tightly to his chest as she trembled.

The maid standing, she trembled as much as her new Lady. Thinking her Lady also trembled in fear due to her fearsome husband, she tried her best to help her. “My Lady didn’t mean to my Lord, please… I will take her back. It was an accident.” Manson clearly understanding that the maid thought like most the staff in residence. He huffed impatiently, having just moved back from the capital, his newly married wife was already dearly loved and protected by the servants. Having only just returned the staff were not aware of his relationship with his wife only remembering the Lord as a harsh and cold man.

Manson’s irritation growing by the second. He knew what everyone thought of him and was happy that the servants went so far as to protect their new Lady, but this was ridiculous. Did they think him so fearsome that he would hurt her? People did not understand yet, but he loved her, would protect her always. With a nickname such as the Grim Reaper in battle and the way he had always acted, he guessed he could not shake his reputation, nor did he intent to.

His voice snapping Manson made it clear he would not say it again as he eyed the maid. “I have her, I said leave.” The maid stumbling backward, she kept her head bowed as Emily whined gripping his shirt. The maid leaving, Manson turned his attention to Emily, she had never done this before in the six months of their marriage. He had never seen her in such a stated. Walking back toward their bed chamber, his hand stroked at her cheek as she leant into his touch.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with Emily perched on his lap, she finally opened her eyes as he petted her hair softly. Unrest in his heart, he was unsure what to do. Her tears rocking his whole foundation, whoever hurt her so would die. “What is wrong my love? Did someone hurt you?”

Emily’s head shaking, her wet gaze shot to his softening eyes. “Take me.” Emily’s plea reached his ears, he could almost not believe what he was hearing. Her stamina was the one thing he struggled with, each and every night her wanted to share her bed and body. Though she was weak, he needed to hold back. In her current state it did not seem like a good idea. “Please.” Her warm breath fanning his face, Emily’s hands moved upwards clinging around his neck as she climbed his body. Again she whispered as her lips connected with his own. “Please.”

His body reacting, he caved as he took over her sweet kiss weaving his tongue into her mouth with ease as he stroked her soft walls. Her mouth hotter then usual, Manson could taste her salty tears. Never before had he tased the tears of a female, never before had he tolerated a crying female. Though for Emily, he would do anything. He would kill the king and start a rebellion if that is what she wanted. Needing to know what upset her so heavily, his jaw locked as he slightly pulled back pressing her to the mattress beneath him. His long fingers pushing the hair back from her face, “what is wrong Emily? Please tell me?”

His voice sterner than he intended, he had to know, needed to correct whatever the error was. Her eyes full of grief, her hands once again wove into his shirt. Pulling him downward with all her might Emily did not want to think about the man haunting her memories, did not want to think about the pain. With Manson she was protected, she was safe. At first, she married him to escape, but in the six months they had been married she grew to love him deeply. He had never raised his voice like this before, she could feel his unease, yet she would not, could not tell him.

Lifting up off the mattress, Emily forced her body against his own refusing to answer him. Her hands reaching, she firmly grasped his erection through his clothing. His body reacting, his erection further thickened under her touch. She had never before initiated their night relations, never taken the initiative. Yet here she was, begging as she forced herself closer. Unable to hold back for a second longer, Manson reached down gripping the hem of her dress slowly dragging it up her leg with his hand.

Her little fingers opening his pants, her hand instantly dropped inside taking his length and squeezing it gently in her hands. “Please,” Begging again Manson muscles tensed as he hissed in a breath. Manson widening his pants, he pulled them slightly downward before replacing his hands on her nightgown lifting it high above her waist. Looking down upon her, Manson could no longer wait, he needed her, he needed her now. Fingers sliding between her open thighs, she welcomed him inside her tight opening as she cried out as he stretched her wide. Lips catching the fallen tears, Manson could hear and feel the slickness of her as his fingers slipped and pushed continually at her insides.

His erection pulsing and ready, he could still feel slight pain from their encounter just a night prior. No matter how many times he opened her up, or how long he spent widening and slickening her insides, she was always tight. Her walls would clamp down around him, holding him hostage, squeezing him painfully tight. The sensation was overwhelmingly intoxicating, he just could not help sliding back in over and over again to obtain the stimulation. His erection already twitching in anticipation, Manson pressed her down flush with the sheets as he pushed his hand back in between her legs. Slipping a third finger into play, a knock sounded on the door.

A whimper sounding in reaction from Emily, she tried to pull him closer afraid that he might leave with the knock. The housekeeper no doubt sent by the maid at the door. His voice was almost shaking as it sounded through the wood. “My Lord, I heard the Lady is unwell. Should I call for a doctor?” The interference from the help was going to be somebody’s funeral. He had not even been here for a full day, and the help were continually trying to hide and take his wife away. Ignoring the housekeeper, a few minutes later the timid knock sounded once more. The staff knowing him well, they were never so daring in the past. Manson’s eyes watching Emily squirming beneath him begging for more while trying to hold him in place, he could almost kill the staff already acting as a shield for her from him. “My Lord?”

Standing from the bed, Emily cried loudly in protest the second he moved a step away. Moving back to her side and taking her cheek in hand, he swiftly placed a deep kiss to her lips as he whispered. “I am not going anywhere, just wait a moment.” Ripping his shirt off, and pushing himself back inside his pants, Manson ripped the door partially open to block the house keepers view as he glared harshly.

The housekeeper slightly backing down, he bowed deeply asking again. “My Lord, may I fetch the doctor. Or I can get a maid to spend the night watching over…”

“No. Leave and do not disturb us.” The housekeepers face drawn, he backed away slowly as he nodded once. Pausing as another whimper sounded from inside, Manson slammed the door before returning to the bed removing his pants in the process. Sprawled out across the covers, Emily’s little body reached out for his drawing him in closer.

Falling to his knees, Manson crawled over her body. Her leg apart and ready, Mason gripped her knees pulling her forward against himself. Sliding right inside, she moaned out in pleasure. His hands lifting her knees up over his shoulders, Mason sunk to the depths of her insides as they suctioned around him. Never getting enough, he could see the desperation in her face. She needed him now, she wanted it. Starting to move, he could not help but slam inside. Pounding her insides, he forced himself into the hilt with every thrust.

Her pants and moans filling his ears, a throbbing started between her legs like a heartbeat. Leaning further over her, the flexibility in her legs was amazing as he dropped his head sucking down hard on her little pebble of a n****e. Screeching out, her little body spasmed as he grunted being squeezed so tightly. The tears back in her eyes, he allowed her legs to slide down the sides of his shoulders as he claimed her lips. Moving in and out he struggled but slowed his thrusts as he held her gaze pulling his face inches from hers. Concern running rampant through him, never before had he seen her so emotional. “Do you want me to stop here tonight?”

No words leaving her, Emily’s arms circled his neck as she once again pulled at him. Dragging him to her body with all her strength, she silently beckoned him for more.

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