*【✿》･゜ﾟ･…•His words were so filthy. Layla couldn’t help the way her skin burned a deeper blush with every word he breathed into her ear. It felt so amazing—- exhilarating to be taken in the way he always wanted. “Please, Lonnie.” She gasped for another deep breath, and her nails dug into his neck as she held on tight. “You may not think you’re a gentleman, but I’m a lady— oh god!” She tried to remind him of her moral purity, but her body had no purity left as she quaked beneath him. “Oh god please, Lonnie!” The girl eventually cried. Her hips bucked against him frantically.
♢ ▋ ▍ ▎He chuckled as she went on about how she was a lady. He could see right through that much. She might have thought of herself as a lady, but when she was like this, when she was HIS she was no lady, and he was no gentleman. ❝No lady woul want their brother to fuck them until they can’t stand. And no lady would ever plead with her big brother to do any such acts with her.❞ He ground his hips against her one last time, and stilled, keeping her completely pressed against the wall, teasing her, and himself in the process by remaining entirely still, just allowing her to feel the soaked fabric against her core, the way both of their sensitive parts were throbbing for the other, and he whispered ever so softly into her ear, ❝And no lady would ever become soaking wet for in anticipation for her own brother’s prick being inside of her. So no baby sister, you are no lady, and I am no gentleman. and if our actions lead to hell, then we are being shot straight down there together.❞ He whispered, ❝Beg for my prick inside of you, beg to feel the friction again, because I won’t fuck you in the way you want me to—until you can’t stand—until you beg.❞
*【✿》･゜ﾟ･…•Every movement of his hips made her moan that much louder. She was on fire for him, and he for her. Gasping as he pushed harder, Layla could feel her back hitting harder and harder against the wall—- sounds echoing in her ears as her eyes widened with the words that he spoke. Her core tightened as he whispered in her ear, and though her body ached to hear more, she knew it was wrong. “Lonnie stop!” She whispered—- as though he were speaking to her where people could hear. The soft white skin of her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she exhaled weakly in pleasure. “Don’t say things like that.” She chastised him. “You’re a gentleman.”
♢ ▋ ▍ ▎He chuckled as she spoke, listening to her words of embarrassment but he paid them no mind, his hips jutting further, and harder against her soaked core, her wetness coating his pants, and he could feel the heat through the fabric. His fingers gripping her hips, ❝I am no gentleman, baby sister. No gentleman would want to fuck his baby sister until she was raw.❞ He teased into her ear, ❝Not like I do….now would they?❞ he thrust a few more times against her wetness, his lips tracing down to leave bite marks against her neck, claiming her further. ❝No gentleman would have you up against this wall right now, grinding you with his prick throbbing as hard as mine is either.❞
*【✿》･゜ﾟ･…•She couldn’t keep her legs around his waist—- letting them hang at his sides as he coaxed her further. Layla held his shoulders tightly, and bit her lip as he told her to be more specific. What was she even supposed to say? What did he mean? The young teenager pressed her forehead against his, and her bright eyes stared longingly into his. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Lonnie.” She giggled to him. In spite of her experience with the boy, Layla had no idea how to talk about these things. He did everything it seemed—- pushing himself into her, and arousing her in the process. Kissing his neck, Layla did what she knew how to do. Her fingers tugged at the buttons on her dress, and she tugged the fabric from her shoulders. Little love bites he had given her the other day were peppered across her chest. “You left little bruises on me, Lonnie. Look.” She chimed, and traced over her chest with her fingertips.
♢ ▋ ▍ ▎The naivety practically flowed from her, and it only proved to arouse him further. He felt her legs dropping slightly from around his waist, and he pressed himself harder against her, his clothed erection, met her dripping core, and he found his hips lightly grinding against her sensitive center. He watched as she spoke, and shook his head, his lips hovering next to her ear, as he continued to thrust himself against her, proceeding to drive his own arousal higher as well as her need for having him inside of her. ❝I mean tell me what you want, Lay Lay.❞ He chuckled, ❝I know you know what you want. You want me to kiss you, leave bites on your skin? Or maybe you want my prick inside of you…slamming into you, filling you up. Can you feel how much I need you? Can you feel my prick throbbing for you? I only want you, Layla, only you.❞ He ground himself harder against her, forcing her to feel the way he was indeed throbbing in need for her.
Neal, I want to stay here. You don’t want to get back to Storybrooke? This is what I want. To be with you. Let’s stay. Maybe this could be our Tallahassee.
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Birthday: March 2nd, 1994
This was exactly what she didn’t want! She could already feel the fear gripping at her heart. He was angry with her and while she wanted to say it was rightfully so…it wasn’t. She had the right to say what she did. He had spent all of his time looking after her but no one was looking after him! Why did he somehow think this was alright? That he could continue to treat her as if she were still a princess, in this foreign world, where people constantly bumped her and pushed her aside in the streets? Why did he think this was okay? She loved him. She had admitted that to herself long ago, before his father, before they had even decided to come here. The day she began to realize she was jealous of the other girl he would always play with, the peasant girl that she gathered he felt was far more similar to him than her. Maybe, maybe if that girl were here…”You’d let her take care of you…”, she mumbled to herself, already feeling the tears bite at her eyes. Was that it then? He just found her incapable?
She bit her bottom lip and slowly shook her head. ”You don’t understand…you don’t understand at all!” She threw the piece of bread that was still into her hand onto the plate and nearly pushed herself out of the chair. She wiped furiously at her tears, anger still pulsing in her. She wanted to comment on his words, that she could never leave him, that she silently hated him for even thinking that a possibility. But she said nothing. All she knew was that within her, she had a new determination. She wouldn’t let him treat her like a princess anymore. She’d show him just how capable she was. That she could be just like that peasant girl and take good care of him. And it was with that spirit she walked right past him and out the door, allowing it to slam shut behind her.
▎✕ ▎Baelfire never fought with her. Most of the time he allowed her to do as she pleased in fact. It was rare when he challenged her, or even so much as rose his voice above speaking tones. He was usually much to weak from the day to do so, and he normally ate, had a small conversation about shared days, and fell asleep. It had become his life, and on his few days off he would usually sleep through most of it, and rest the aching sores that developed on his feet. She didn’t understand what she meant to him…maybe she just didn’t care. He was beyond in love with her, his emotions were conflicted inside, because he would never feel right as long as she was suffering, he was the lesser one, she was better than he was. It was unspoken, but he assumed that she understood that. In his eyes, she was a princess, that was who she was, and princesses deserved the best.
▎✕ ▎❝Emma…❞ He whispered, but she was already up, and out of the door. He moved to the bed, and sat down slowly, sinking into it. Just standing up as quickly as he had made him rather dizzy, and he removed his hat, ruffling his fingers through his hair, as tears of his own began to trek down his cheeks. He knew that he was wasting away, but he also knew as long as he was determined he wasn’t going to die. Not yet. He needed to keep taking care of him, she was the reason he was still alive, not food, or anything else. He laid down on the bed, wishing he could go after her, but he didn’t have the energy to fight, not just now.
Her hand was still slightly shaking, even has she let go of his own, allowing him to explore her. She had never felt any sensation like this before. Yes, she had touched herself, during the long days she’d wait for Baelfire to come home, and even when she knew he was sleeping, she’d find her fingers moving to her center as she watched him. She always felt shame then, having such sensations, mostly from him and without him knowing the truth. But this time was different, as she felt his hands roam over her, as if he was somehow worshiping her body. She felt his fingers moving closer to her center, causing her chest to heave even more with every baited breath. She carefully watched him until she felt it, the gentle touch of his finger against her core. She froze as her lips slipped out a soft gasp. It was one thing when she had touched herself, prepared for the feeling but to feel his fingers now moving against her, without her having any control, it was taking over her entire body.
She let out a light whimper, her eyes shutting quickly as she felt his fingers grow bolder. She was vaguely aware he was moving back up her body, only realizing it as his lips pressed against her. At the very same time, his finger assaulted her, pressing against her sensitive nub. She gasped against his lips, her hips moving to feel him further against her. She gripped one hand to his shoulder as the other slowly moved down to his side, once more slipping into his pants. She could feel him heavy now, harder and longer. She ran her fingers up and down the length, loving how powerful it felt even through his drawers. She grew bold and slipped her hand within, now finally able to wrap her fingers around his length, at the same time as slowly slipping her tongue between his lips.
▏The sensations that instantly flushed through him as she gripped a hold of his completely hardened length caused a guttural moan to escape the back of his throat. It was so pleasurable, almost indescribably so, the skin was becoming more sensitive to the touch. He had never touched himself before, at least not in this way. He was naive to self-pleasure, though he did indeed wake up to erections some mornings, which he tried his hardest to conceal from her though he was certain at times he failed. His lips pressed heatedly, hungrily against hers, his tongue exploring her lips, and mouth, playing with her tongue as he did. His fingers continuing their work, rolling the sensitive bud, feeling the wetness that continued. His legs began to grow weak, and he practically trembled in front of her.
▏It was growing increasingly difficult to stand before her. He felt like a caged animal, one that had been locked away for so long that it needed to stretch out it’s long unused limbs. He had never been this close to her, never this intimate, and in all honesty he never thought that there would come a day when she wanted him to. He was just a skinny, fragile boy after all. He was nothing special, she was the beautiful one, even poverty couldn’t take that away from her. ❝E-E-Emma…❞ A strangled gasp emerged from his lips as theirs finally broke apart, his free hand clutched at her side, traveling her skin vastly.
*【✿》･゜ﾟ･…•It was amazing the way he could make her feel. The little blonde sighed deeply as she relaxed in his arms, and her knees shook in pleasure. “Yes,” She moaned as her head hit the wall behind her, and her hips pushed against his fingers. He wasn’t even inside her, but at the moment that’s all she could want. Reaching down, her hands tugged at the thin fabric of her panties, and big blue eyes met him as she all but physically begged for him to enter her. Her legs still wrapped around his waist kept her panties in place, though she had managed to get them around plump little thighs. Layla moaned at his fingers against her wetness, and she pushed her hips against him. “Lonnie, please do it to me again.” She spoke timidly—- unable to even ask him to fuck her as the words were far too dirty. It made her blush, but she liked how it made her pussy ache even more for him. Lonnie could say those things, but she was a lady—- unable to express how amazing it made her feel when he entered her, and filled her with his seed. She was bound by grace, but her body begged for him to defy it. As he touched her, she felt a rush of pleasure pour through her body as her entrance pumped wetness on to his fingers. Her mouth agape as she held tightly to his shoulders, and her body bounced to pleasure herself in his arms.
♢ ▋ ▍ ▎Lonnie could sense the way she was trembling for him, and aching. The need was deep inside of her, and he could sense it, the way she moaned as he watched her beginning to lose control. He watched as she peeled her panties down her thighs, and his fingers continued their work until he felt her shaking, her head falling back, and even louder moans coming from her lips. He knew that she had orgasmed, his lips curved into a smile as he stroked her through them, his fingers moving back away from her dripping center to rest on her sides as he heard her beginning to beg. He knew what she wanted, he could practically feel what she was begging for, but he was having so much fun making her beg for it, ❝Do what again, little sister?❞ He cooed into her ear, ❝I’m afraid you need to be a little bit more specific than that.❞ He teased lightly, his eyes twinkling as he moved his hand back between her legs, feeling the heat emitting for him.
Now she was faced with a dilemma. How did she explain herself without him taking it the wrong way? She didn’t want a conflict, didn’t want to fight with him. Baelfire was all she had left in this world, and even in their previous she had begun to feel something deeper for him than friendship. She knew he’d never feel the same. Whether it was their differences in station or perhaps she just wasn’t the one for him, she never knew and never wanted to know. There were those few times she would sneak out of the castle looking for him, only to find him speaking to some other peasant girl. She’d always run at those moments, trying to ignore the breaking of her heart. She was positive the way he was acting now was merely him acting as some sort of servant for her….and she hated it, hated that he didn’t see her as something else. She focused back on him, a bit relieved he wasn’t fighting the offer. She broke a bigger piece and handed it over. ”You know…I don’t exactly want to become a cow so…”, she grinned lightly knowing she didn’t care either way, she just wanted him to eat.
But he was pushing on and all she could do was sigh and lower her head. She had to tell him, had to brave herself to do so. She was afraid it would push him away, cause him to leave but he had to know just how worried she was. She reached forward and took his hand, slowly pushing back his sleeve. ”Bae…look at your arm? I can see the bone clearly…” She glanced up at him with slightly watery eyes. ”I’m worried…all you ever do is work. You come home and barely eat. I know we came here to save me but…”, she sucked in a breath and shook her head. ”If it’s at the cost of you dying for it…I’d more than happily go back and sacrifice myself to your father! ” She looked up at him, a few tears escaping as she looked at him sternly. She didn’t want to fight, she truly didn’t! But it had to be said before she lost him somehow.
▎✕ ▎The boy’s own distracted mind had caused him to let his guard down—even if it was only for a moment—and he found the conversation shifting in an instant, to the dark side of his taking care of her. ❝You could never look as a cow does.❞ He insisted, and he had his suspicions about what she was doing, but it wasn’t until she grasped his hand, and pushed up his sleeve that his mind went back onto alert—fully—and his eyes widened. He didn’t like her to see his body. He hated it in fact if he even thought she saw a glimmer of it. He didn’t want her to feel bad for the way he was, and the things he had given up in order for her to live comfortably. So he had given up his healthy physique…he didn’t care, because it was all in the name of keeping her fed, and happy. He yanked his hand back from hers, and he stood, backing away from the table, he turned away from her. ❝I eat more than enough.❞ He insisted, unable to look at her.
▎✕ ▎He tugged on his sleeve, pulling it so that it was down where it belonged, and did the same self-consciously, to the rest of his clothes, making certain the rest of his body was still the way it belonged. ❝And I am not going to die, and there is no going back, but if you aren’t happy here, with me, then you can leave….I won’t stop you.❞ The words stung, but they were true. He wouldn’t keep her here, if this wasn’t what she wanted any longer. If she didn’t want him, he was disposable and he knew that. It would only be a matter of time until he caught consumption, or something equally as deadly, and without her, he wouldn’t continue.
She felt bare before him, even if still in her chemise. The material was thin enough to see her skin and small enough to fit against the curves of her body. Yet, despite all her fears, she could still see the desire in his eyes. He wanted her in a way she had always dreamed of but never thought would come. She sucked in a breath, biting her lower lip as he approached, her eyes slowly lifting to his. She didn’t expect his next reaction, gasping as soon as she felt his lips upon her heated skin. She closed her eyes as she could feel the chemise being lifted off of her, the very last thing keeping her bare skin from him. She could feel her face flush somewhat, feeling herself completely bare before him. She was torn between wanting to hide away and give her entire self to him.
But before she could let the fear get to her, her eyes glanced down at his arousal, widening to see just how much her bare body had affected him. Her chest heaved at his words, her eyes slowly following him as he moved down to his knees. She never broke the lock she had on his eyes. She slowly moved her hand down, burying her fingers into his hair. She had always secretly wanted to do so, always loving how wild his hair could be when he woke, her fingers itching to run through and see if they truly felt as wild as they looked. Slowly, she trailed her fingers down, running the tips along his cheek. ”This is for you….”, she whispered, her face still heated. ”I want you to have all of me.” She moved her hand to his, grasping it gently as she moved and placed it on her inner thigh, sucking in a breath at how the simple touch could arouse such intensity. ”Please..have me.”
▏The way in which he saw her gaze on him made him slightly nervous, but he didn’t feel anything in his gut except love for her. His eyes lingering on hers as he felt her fingers running through the wild tendrils of his own hair. He remained kneeling before her, his eyes only breaking with hers, when he felt her hand slowly beginning to move his hand to her thigh. He flushed at the feeling of her perfect, creamy skin against his fingertips, and he found his hand sliding slowly along her inner thigh, before moving up slowly, and his fingers slid against her slit, feeling the heat that was emitting from her core. He stood to his feet once more, and keeping his eyes locked with hers, slowly slid two of his digits between the lips of her slit, allowing them to explore her own place of arousal, feeling the wetness that had grown there for him, he found his cheeks blossoming even redder.
▏He knew that she was his, in this moment, that he couldn’t ever let her go. He didn’t want another to touch her this way, it would hurt to much to know if they were. He still had yet to take his own clothes off before her. It wasn’t shame that he feared, but what she would see when he did. The ribs that stuck out, and the true thinness of his form. He didn’t want to worry her, he feared she would turn away from him. She wouldn’t want him, if she saw such things. He did so much to hide his true self from her, she wasn’t too undernourished, she was nothing like he was in that sense. He leaned in slowly, and kissed her, one of his digits finding her pleasure nub, and rolling against it.