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The fantasy certainly didn't strike her out of nowhere.
It had started with Emmrich fiddling with her fine steel talon tips she occasionally used on missions, and then again when Annika had acquired a deep v-necked feathered tunic from the Hall of Valor merchant and Emmrich had tried it on for the fun of it in her room.
The final nail in her coffin was when Emmrich had taken a liking to a pair of boots in the Treviso markets- elegant leather things with a silver tip on the toe and a sharp-looking silver heel to match. The little heel gave his already tall stature an utterly imposing effect that sent a pulse directly between Annika's legs at the sight.
An elaborate scenario developed in her mind, one that she couldn't shake no matter how often she and Emmrich entwined.
Naturally, Emmrich had noticed the shift in her behavior, the near-ferality in which she found herself embroiled, and it was embarrassing how little prodding it took from him to get her to spill said elaborate fantasy.
Emmrich didn't balk. Nor did he judge, as she feared he may given her history within the Crows.
In fact, he seemed just as excited as she. He guided her in clarifying some rules and impressions he felt necessary to ensure she got to play out this highly inappropriate and exceptionally out-of-the-blue kink she never realized she had.
And, as she found upon entering his private quarters in her robe after a long, rather frustrating day, Emmrich was rather looking forward to it himself.
"Good evening, Annika," he greeted coolly from where he languished on the small loveseat of his room.
He was wearing the outfit she imagined-the deep v-neck tunic showing off his thatch of silver chest hair, leather gloves over which her silver finger-tip talons glinted in the veilfire light, and those damn boots crossed one leg over the other.
Her throat went very, very dry at the sight. Emmrich smirked. "What is it, pet? See something you like?"
She could only nod dumbly, drinking in every imperious inch of him.
Emmrich's eyes swept the length of her once, making her feel naked beneath his gaze. "On your knees, little lamb."
No resistance was to be had, not that night, not with him looking like that. Annika dropped obediently and waited for his next command. Emmrich smiled lazily and crossed one ankle over his knee and shifted to rest his chin on his gloved hands. "Remove your robe. I want to see you."
More swift obedience, albeit with trembling fingers. She kept her eyes pinned to the silver-tipped toe of his boots as she let either side of silk blush fabric part and slipped it down her shoulders. Emmrich smirked, eyes tracing the shape of her body as the robe pooled behind her. "What a pretty little thing you are, and all for me. Come closer." When she made to rise, he tapped his talon-tipped fingers against the armrest of the couch. "Ah, ah, pet. Crawl to me."
Her cheeks heated at the command, shame warring with the sheer bolt of arousal it brought. Emmrich's eyes followed each gentle sway of her breasts as she complied. "Good girl," he purred.
The praise went straight to her head, making her near-dizzy as she drew close enough for his cologne to invade her senses. Before she could reach for him, to demand entrance between his thighs, he uncrossed his legs and caught her chin beneath the silver tip of one boot. Annika shuddered, face so hot she thought she might burst into flame. Emmrich's eyes were icy above the little self-satisfied smile he wore. "Did I say you touch?"
"N-no."
"No, what?"
The word was sweet and spicy on her tongue, almost too much for her to say. But Maker when it did finally slip free, her arousal practically dripped onto the rug. "No, Talon. Forgive me, it won't happen again."
"Too right, it won't." Emmrich lowered his foot and spread his thighs at last, and Annika eagerly nestled herself on her knees between them to await permission for what was next. He lifted an idle hand to trace along the curve of her jaw with one sharp talon, eliciting goosebumps. Her eyes drifted shut in bliss despite the rapid pulse in her chest. "What a pretty little mouth you have," he said lazily, running the cold metal along her lip. "Would you like to use it, my darling?"
Her hands clenched on her lap with the effort it took not to immediately undo the laces on his leather trousers. "Oh Maker, yes."
The slap to her cheek was little more than a gentle sting edged in steel, but Annika gave a startled gasp that transformed into a strangled moan. She gaped at Emmrich, who gave her a stern look and gripped her jaw so hard the talons dug deliciously into her skin. "The Maker isn't here, pet. Who is?"
Fuck. "Yes, Talon, I'm sorry. Please let me pleasure you with my mouth."
"As you wish," he granted, releasing her and settling back into his seat.
Annika undid the laces with trembling fingers and freed the heavy length of his cock, already hard and leaking. Her tongue darted out of its own accord to swipe the bead of liquid from the head as she looked up at him pleadingly. Talons scraped along her scalp as he threaded a hand in her hair and guided her mouth onto his cock.
Despite the cold façade he'd been maintaining, Annika could see cracks forming in his composure she glided her tongue along his length. It was in the way the hand not gripping her golden hair flexed on his thigh, the shudder that wracked through his lean chest, the clenching of his thighs around her. Knowing that she had such an effect on him was utterly intoxicating. She doubled down, hollowing her cheeks as she took him as deep as she could.
"Spirits," he groaned. "That's…oh that's perfect…"
Annika moaned around him response, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth. The steel talons dug into her scalp, little pinpricks of pain that sent tingles down her spine. She slipped a hand deeper in his trousers to cup his balls, and he jolted at the contact. The hand in her hair gave a forceful shove, and she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. "That's it, lamb, take it. Take it all."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, which he swiped away with his free hand. He controlled her pace with that fistful of hair, choking on the thick head every time he pushed himself deeper and loving second of it.
But her cunt clenched around nothing with each bob of her head, making her ache. She shifted to press a hand to her slick center in desperate search of relief.
In an instant, she was yanked off his cock with a 'pop' by her hair, grunting in sweet pain as another stinging slap to her cheek was delivered. Emmrich gave her a shove back onto haunches and rose to tower above her. The imperious glare he gave her sent a chill along her skin as she gaped up at him. "I do not recall giving you permission to touch yourself."
Annika clenched her thighs together, trying to muster up any bit of defiance. None could be found though, not as he looked at her that way, like he would ruin her.
"Nothing to say?" One foot lifted, his balance the envy of every real Crow, and came to rest right between her exposed breasts. Her nipples pebbled as the silver tip of the heel dug into her sternum. "Whatever shall I do with my disobedient, undisciplined little lamb?"
"Please," she whimpered, eyes flicking between his cock, lolling hard and free from his trousers, or those blazing eyes above her.
Emmrich's smile was practically sinister. "Begging? I suppose that's a good start, my pet."
And then the foot on her chest gave a shove, sending her sprawling flat on her back against the rug with a startled squeak. Emmrich kept his boot planted firmly on her chest, pinning her, the other wedged between her parted thighs so achingly close to where she needed his touch. The view of him towering above her, cold and imperious and self-satisfied as anything else, made her heart pound so rapidly she wondered if he could feel it beneath his sole.
"Look at you, helpless and desperate under my boot," he purred. "What a perfect little lamb, all for me."
"P-please, Talon." Annika's mind was mush, face nearly in flames. More weight pressed down upon her chest as he shifted the other foot to rest just beneath her backside, pressed now against her undoubtedly drenched cunt. The leather delivered the most delicious friction, and she gave in to the feral urge to grind herself against it. "I need…"
An eyebrow arched as though in disdain, but Annika didn't miss the way his pupils dilated when he gazed at her. "Poor thing, do you even know what you need? Or are you content rutting against my boot like a needy little whore?"
She would be, if that's what he wanted of her. Her face burned nevertheless at the embarrassment-enhanced arousal that sent a pulse directly to her clit. Hips canted upward almost unconsciously in desperate search of more friction.
Thighs gripped his leg tightly to keep him firmly in place, and he pressed harder on her chest with his boot. "I am perfectly happy to keep you writhing and desperate under my foot until you answer. But know that you will find no relief until you do."
As though the pressure between her breasts forced the words free, she practically wept "Please, please fuck me, I need it so bad, please…"
"Roll over for me, you needy little thing," he commanded. Annika nearly wept as his boot left her chest, the other leg moving away from her soaked cunt, but she obeyed nonetheless.
But on her hands and knees wasn't good enough for the man behind her. A shuffle of leather, and then the talons gripped the back of her head and forced her cheek down to the plush rug. She felt so unbearably exposed, ass up and on display and cool air hitting her drenched pussy.
Emmrich's warm body covered hers, mustache tickling her ear as he moved her hair aside to speak low. "Hands behind your back, my darling."
Heart pounding into the rug below, she complied clumsily. Emmrich lifted from her to help and maneuvered her by the wrists to his liking until they were locked in his grip at the small of her back. The cold sting of the talons digging into her skin was an aphrodisiac all on its own. "Do you think it's funny, testing my patience so brazenly?" he growled, fiery ice in his voice. "Disobeying your Talon's every order, like you won't face consequences?
Annika opened her mouth-to say what, she hadn't worked out yet- when she was cut off by the leather-clad slap to her backside. The lurch forward she gave was thwarted by his tight grip, and she hissed at the additional little wound of the talons digging into the soft flesh of her wrists.
"Pretty little thing, you are." Another spank, harder this time and with the added scrape of the talons caressing the abused flesh afterward. "Perhaps that's why you think you can get away with being a disobedient little brat." CRACK! The impact tore a ragged cry from her lips, hair falling in her watering eyes. "Or-" CRACK! "-is it that you like my attention this way? Do you like being treated like a desperate whore?" CRACK!
"Yes!" she wailed, and a tear finally slid free and sliding down her face to the carpet. "I want you to use me, any way that you wish! Please, Talon…"
Annika braced for another impact to her tingling backside, but none came. Instead came a featherlight brush of lips against her spine, above where Emmrich's hand held her wrists. "Good girl," he murmured, and she shuddered at the heat of his breath on her back.
His mouth left her then, and a finger found her swollen, aching clit. She shuddered at the sensation of the glove, at the knowledge that those sharp talons were still attached to his finger so close to her most sensitive flesh. But no pain came then, only sweet, blooming pleasure as he played with the little bundle of nerves in slow circles.
Then came the insistent prodding of his cock against her soaked entrance, the tease of it making her shudder with anticipation. "What do you think, little lamb?" His voice was as blissfully ragged as hers now, and she sighed into the rug. "Is this better than rutting into my boot?"
"I like your boots," she said dazedly. The pressure on her clit increased, as did the tightness of the coil of pleasure in belly.
A low chuckle behind her, then he pushed into her fully. Annika whined at the stretch, at the way he bottomed out deep inside her and held there. "I know."
Then he moved, snapping his lithe hips into her hard enough for the flesh to slap. Annika cried out and thrashed against his grip uselessly in search of more.
"That's it, my lamb, take it all," he panted, one finger still carefully working her clit amid his thrusts. "You love this, don't you-being your Talon's little slut? Taking my cock in this perfect little cunt? Tell me how much you love it."
She couldn't speak, not as he hit every spot inside her that made her eyes roll into the back of her head, the plush fibers of the rug digging into her cheek the only grounding force keeping her from drifting off into her own head.
But then her wrists were released, and his hand was back in her hair, dragging her upright against his lean torso. The deep V of his tunic let her feel the silver hairs on his chest she loved so much against her back. "Ah, ah, darling, stay with me," he snarled in her ear. Teeth grazed her lobe as he curled a hand around her throat. and forced her gaze up. "See what you do to me?"
Annika hadn't realized how near to the floor-length mirror they were. The sight of them like this, his cock disappearing inside her stretched entrance with each thrust, the gloved hand and glint of sharp talons as he worked her clit, the squeeze of the hand around her neck, all almost more than she could stand.
Then their gazes locked. The cold indifference in Emmrich's gaze was utterly lost to lust-driven madness as he pressed biting kisses down the side of her neck before letting his hand drop to her breast. He groped at one tit as they bounced with each thrust, and Annika let out a startled, strangled groan as one talon on his hand nicked the curve of the soft flesh. A flash of worry crossed Emmrich's handsome face as a bead of blood ran down the side of her breast, but Annika didn't allow him to feel guilt for long with the way she moaned.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, now meeting him thrust for thrust and gazing at him with glazed eyes in the mirror. "Please, let me come, Talon."
"Not yet," he said breathlessly. "I want you to come when I do. Can you do that, my lamb? Can you wait just a little longer?"
Annika groaned as the wave of whitest-hot pleasure seared through her belly, like a tidal wave held back by a paper wall. "I can't-"
The slap to her breast was unexpected, but the tingling bloom of pain that spread across her skin was absolutely delicious. Emmrich bit down on her neck again, eyes smoldering on hers in the mirror. "Let me be clear one one thing: I decide what you can or cannot do." Another slap, this one to her clit. Annika's head sagged back onto his shoulder, and he smiled. "But I'm feeling merciful for you, pretty girl."
It was too much. Annika came apart then, eyes rolling back into her skull. Emmrich gave a hoarse, shuddering cry as he found his own climax a moment later and spilling deep inside her. Limbs went utterly limp as they both sagged forward, breathless and wanton and spent. The world spun pleasantly, keeping her rooted to the spot with Emmrich still seated deep inside her.
When he at last withdrew from her, leaving her empty and leaking, he moved around to kneel before her and took her chin in his hand tenderly. Annika had only a moment for what little breath she'd regained to be stolen straight from her lungs once more by the intensity of his loving smile before he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. "You are magnificent," he murmured in between soft pecks.
Mind nothing but mush at that point, Annika could only smile in blissful exhaustion and kiss him back.
The steam of the bath was scented with lavender, and Annika inhaled it deeply as she settled into Emmrich's chest in the warm water while he worked to heal the little marks and nicks left on her body. She wouldn't have minded keeping them, but he insisted. The soreness of her backside evaporated, as did the little cut on her breast. Next came the divot of where the heel of his boot had pressed into her sternum, and finally, a general flush of cooling magical healing that swept the length of her body to temporarily alleviate all her aches, even ones she'd born long before ever meeting Emmrich.
"Did you enjoy yourself, my darling girl?" he asked once he'd finished, arms banding around her waist to keep her cradled to him. "Not too intense, I hope?"
Annika blushed. "It was…a lot, but I liked it all. Did you like it?"
"Would it surprise you to know I rather like everything this brilliant-" he pressed a kiss to the top of her wet head "-mind comes up with?"
"Flatterer," she said with a grin.
They were quiet for a moment, enjoying the tranquility of the bathhouse and each other's company. Then Emmrich spoke, and Annika didn't need to be facing him to know he was smiling impishly. "Although this did bring up a little matter of curiosity for me."
"Oh?"
He nipped at her ear, eliciting a little shiver even in the heat of the water. "Was this little fantasy inspired by your Talon, by chance?"
Her reaction was immediate and visceral, gagging as though she'd sipped from the foulest of liquids at the thought. "Well, you've ruined it now. Never doing that again."
"It was an innocent question!" Emmrich protested with a laugh, pinching the part of her waist he knew she was most ticklish. "There's no shame in the-"
"Stop," Annika groaned, twisting to splash water into his smug, handsome face. "That's revolting. I may actually vomit." Emmrich laughed. She merely shot him an amused glare until he was finished. "You're lucky I like you."
"Indubitably." And with another tender press of his lips to hers, Annika was swept far away in him once more.