Never Before
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katleeptTitle: "Never Before"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: Soft R/M
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Namor/Emma
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author.
His wings fluttered as her hands ran over his feet. It was a dream come true to have the bold and beautiful White Queen finally at his feet, but something strange was stirring within Namor. Unlike this woman who merely took the title for herself, he was true royalty. He should never want to be any one's equal, but yet . . . Yet, he found himself reaching out to her feet.
Emma stopped with a finger pressed softly against the base of one of Namor's white wings. She would never have lowered herself to any one else's feet, but his wings fascinated her. They were so little and delicate that for them to be on such a strong man automatically made them one of the cutest things she'd ever witnessed. She ran her fingers again along his wing and enjoyed the way his feathers tickled her flesh but looked at him in surprise when he actually did touch her foot.
She tingled as he gave her slender foot one long stroke with his large hand. "Namor?" she asked in surprise.
"You are on your feet for hours every day, my Queen. Despite your strength, they do not look so strong." It was true: She was on her feet for hours every day, both as a teacher and an X-Man, and they did hurt her often. Still, she was shocked not so much by his comment but rather by his touch.
Her toes wriggled; he smiled. "A true King is never lowered by his Queen." She wasn't accustomed to hearing him speak both so deep and soft or to having any man touch her feet. She stilled as he stroked her again and again. She could have easily commanded any one to rub her feet, but never in a million years, would she have had anybody volunteer, of their own free will, to do so. Scott certainly wouldn't have, but then, Scott was no King, no matter how hard he tried to be the X-Men's King.
Emma watched Namor curiously as he continued, with one hand, to stroke her feet, but then he reached for her hand with his other. She gave it freely. He squeezed her gently. His wings fluttered next to her other hand, and her fingers absently stroked his heels. "As I said before, let me give you all the love you deserve."
He leaned forward. She let him take her mouth with his. His tongue pressed softly against her lips. She opened, welcoming him inside of her and meeting his tongue with a silky thrust of her own. His fingers continued to massage her feet for a few minutes, but then they ran further up her shin and calf and darted beneath the sheet which was all they still wore.
Emma closed her blue eyes, trusting him not with her life but at least with part of her heart. He touched her. She raised her mouth from his with a gentle sigh and then let the pleasure he offered engulf her heart and body. She had never been loved so thoroughly, freely, passionately, or truly, but then, she'd never before been loved by a King.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: Soft R/M
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Namor/Emma
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author.
His wings fluttered as her hands ran over his feet. It was a dream come true to have the bold and beautiful White Queen finally at his feet, but something strange was stirring within Namor. Unlike this woman who merely took the title for herself, he was true royalty. He should never want to be any one's equal, but yet . . . Yet, he found himself reaching out to her feet.
Emma stopped with a finger pressed softly against the base of one of Namor's white wings. She would never have lowered herself to any one else's feet, but his wings fascinated her. They were so little and delicate that for them to be on such a strong man automatically made them one of the cutest things she'd ever witnessed. She ran her fingers again along his wing and enjoyed the way his feathers tickled her flesh but looked at him in surprise when he actually did touch her foot.
She tingled as he gave her slender foot one long stroke with his large hand. "Namor?" she asked in surprise.
"You are on your feet for hours every day, my Queen. Despite your strength, they do not look so strong." It was true: She was on her feet for hours every day, both as a teacher and an X-Man, and they did hurt her often. Still, she was shocked not so much by his comment but rather by his touch.
Her toes wriggled; he smiled. "A true King is never lowered by his Queen." She wasn't accustomed to hearing him speak both so deep and soft or to having any man touch her feet. She stilled as he stroked her again and again. She could have easily commanded any one to rub her feet, but never in a million years, would she have had anybody volunteer, of their own free will, to do so. Scott certainly wouldn't have, but then, Scott was no King, no matter how hard he tried to be the X-Men's King.
Emma watched Namor curiously as he continued, with one hand, to stroke her feet, but then he reached for her hand with his other. She gave it freely. He squeezed her gently. His wings fluttered next to her other hand, and her fingers absently stroked his heels. "As I said before, let me give you all the love you deserve."
He leaned forward. She let him take her mouth with his. His tongue pressed softly against her lips. She opened, welcoming him inside of her and meeting his tongue with a silky thrust of her own. His fingers continued to massage her feet for a few minutes, but then they ran further up her shin and calf and darted beneath the sheet which was all they still wore.
Emma closed her blue eyes, trusting him not with her life but at least with part of her heart. He touched her. She raised her mouth from his with a gentle sigh and then let the pleasure he offered engulf her heart and body. She had never been loved so thoroughly, freely, passionately, or truly, but then, she'd never before been loved by a King.
The End
