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Admiral Emma Corleone immediately cut him off.
"Enough of your nonsense. I don't care whether or not the Lord abandoned the Principality—I proposed a deal, and you accepted. It's a bit rude to keep your bed partner waiting for so long."
Putting a firm halt to his questioning, she pushed past the sheer red curtains to reveal Jesse's smaller form on her bed.
Fingers awkwardly lacing together on his lap, the fluster on Jesse's face deepened now that the barrier separating them had disappeared. Squirming in place against the deep colours of the bed, his eyes darted everywhere else but in Admiral Emma Corleone’s direction through the dark mesh of his veil. The older woman was both taller and more muscular than him, and the way she crowded into his personal space made him nervous with their difference in physique, sending a tingling feeling down his spine.
"Ah, um, but I— am a widow…?"
The Admiral's fine brow raised at his poor attempt of a stall. It was a weak excuse, and they both seemed to know it—the younger man's face crumpling up at his own all-too-obvious deflection. Leaning down, Emma bracketed Jesse where he sat on her bed, with one hand on his side and her hook on the other, her demeanour significantly increasing in intensity.
"Is that supposed to be a tease?" she drawled, eyes peering deeply into his. "Do not forget who commands the navy."
"No! No, ah— Haha, but Admiral Corleone, really, I…"
Enough. Impatience surged within Emma, her hooked hand rising from where it was planted on the bed to catch on the trim of Jesse's veil. With a quick smooth tug, she lifted it over Jesse's head, curious to know the image of the face that had sent so many Corleone citizens into a frenzy, to the point where they crowded the very inn he remained at during the first few days of his stay in the Principality.
From the moment she saw him, his posture alone was pleasant to the eye, his steps elegant and lithe despite being a mere 'attendant', and his voice was gentle and soothing to the ear. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the younger man would be a great beauty.
Soon enough, purple amethyst eyes blinked up at her, focus slightly disoriented now that light had properly begun hitting his eyes again. Long lashes fluttered, and delicate golden blond hair that was as brilliant as the Admah's sun revealed itself, slightly dishevelled from how suddenly his 'mourning' mesh had been ripped off. The newly revealed pale skin glowed with the light from the several lit candles basking him in warm gentle light, and it occurred to Emma that he was as much of a moon as he was the sun.
Something low and hot rumbled in the Admiral's chest as she stared down at the man sitting on her bed, his appearance finally revealed to her. He was all slender curves and delicate features, a masculine type of beauty that was soft and enrapturing; a distinct contrast to Emma's taller frame, consisting of sharp lines and edges, sun-kissed from the sea with years of muscles built into her hard limbs.
She could break this young man in half with only her arm.
Throwing the veil carelessly to the floor, she wasted no time in lifting Jesse's chin with her hooked hand. It was only then that the man finally looked her in the eye, shivering slightly at the feel of the cool metal against his skin.
How terribly intriguing.
She didn't have much interest in affairs outside of the Principality, but even she knew that there was only one person in the entire continent that had such vivid purple eyes. To have disguised himself as François' widowed attendant... perhaps his companions were aware that such a beauty would only be snatched up on the streets had he arrived in Corleone without something to obstruct his features.
A smart move on their part, she had to admit, because she could confirm without a hint of doubt that the man before her looked absolutely ravishing.
A slow grin curled upon Emma's lips, satisfaction brimming in her eyes at the sight of softly quivering lips and wide, startled eyes.
Humming, she relished in the soft hitch of Jesse's breath that came with her piercing attention and close proximity. "A beauty for whom would launch a thousand ships."
"Ad—Admiral Corleone is exaggerating..."
"Am I?" Leaning forward, she relished in how Jesse similarly moved backwards, stiffly pushing himself just a little higher up the bed—right where she wanted him. With the additional space, she was finally able to crawl onto it herself, knees dipping into the mattress where she slowly made room for herself between Jesse's legs. “I don’t think I am.”
Amethyst pupils trembled nervously when his back finally met the headboard, and Emma decided to not waste any more time, pouncing upon him with the same ferocity she would give any other opponent at sea. Pushing her knee up between his legs while the other bracketed him over one of his slim thighs, Emma nearly chuckled at the startled gurgle that choked in Jesse's throat, slender fingers quickly reaching up to push against her leg in panic.
She could feel his trembling touch through the pants of her thigh.
How cute.
As if he could push her away, when he already agreed to her proposition: the mysterious veiled beauty that accompanied Marquis Duhem to warm her bed, in exchange for free, safe passage for him and his companions through Corleone’s portals.
Conflict brewed in those captivating eyes, and the urge to tease him until they became tearful grew incessantly large within the Admiral, prodding at her darkly in the back of her mind.
Not even her first husband, who she favoured most out of all her spouses for their compatibility in bed, was this beautiful. It was only due to that as well as the political benefit for their legal union that she had not divorced him yet.
Raking her knee higher until she was now fully rubbing against his clothed crotch, Emma chuckled lowly at how the form below her twitched almost violently against her headboard, one hand clambering towards her bicep with the other gripped at the pants covering her thigh.
"!!!! A-Admiral Corleone—!"
His voice was already so high and shaken, even though they'd barely even done a thing. Like a small little animal caught in a hunter's clever trap, he looked helpless, defenceless, flustered and at a loss for what to do—he was the embodiment of inexperience in this moment, and it was apparent to anyone with a pair of eyes.
She laughed lowly. "Who would have expected the Holy Kingdom's Scoundrel to behave like such an untouched maiden despite being all-too agreeable to jumping in bed with another person?"
Upon hearing those words, his pretty face flushed red with embarrassment before promptly paling, not expecting to have his identity found out so quickly. Perhaps in his fluster, he forgot there was only one person in the world that had eyes such as his own; or was under the assumption that the lack of religious belief in the Principality of Corleone would make people ignorant of the religious significance of his features.
But no matter.
It pleased the Admiral endlessly to know she was capable of making someone so nervous they could go brainless. She barely even did anything to him, had merely gotten a small taste; but from this alone, she could tell he would be delightful with his mind numb from pleasure.
Something in her gaze must have reflected her intentions, because Jesse's gaze began to nervously dart anywhere he could rest his eyes upon. Conflict swarmed his face as he debated whether or not to say something, white teeth chewing on his blossom petal lip with mild discomfort before finally opening. Whatever it was that he had wanted to say immediately fell flat, however, once Emma decided to rub her knee against him.
All at once, doe-like eyes snapped back to finally meet hers, flushing with deep embarrassment as the words died into a whimper at the back of his throat.
Emma wanted to devour this young man whole.
If this was what it was like to be the object of his attention, then she liked being the sole focus of his gaze very much.
"This is your last chance," she hummed, bringing her only hand to curl around the back of his neck, softly brushing against his golden hair before gently gripping. A strangled little noise escaped him at that, his head tilting backwards to expose his pale, unmarked neck, forcing him to look nowhere else but at her. "After that, you can't escape."
Leaning forward, she brought herself close enough to feel his breath hitch against hers—to watch embarrassment set aflame to all his features, to see the hesitant but determined resolve make itself known in his quivering gaze, blooming so beautifully it was endearing. His will was strong enough to accept the deal she offered, and for that, she couldn’t help but give him credit.
She could understand now, why the white-haired man had hovered so fiercely around this blond beauty. The man before her was the type that made people want to cherish or protect him—good thing Emma had her subordinates drug his companions' meals so that they wouldn't interfere with their deal.
And unfortunately for Jesse, it just so happened that the Admiral was a bit of a sadist towards her bed partners. But that was alright, because she was determined to teach him how to enjoy everything she had to offer.
Soon enough, trembling fingers slowly removed themselves from her thigh, no longer pushing her knee back. It seemed that Jesse had finally made up his mind, and his hands hovered awkwardly in the small space between them, as if unsure of where to place them and where would be appropriate. It was only when his face burnt bright red that Jesse seemed to have given up on all sense of propriety, eyes tightly squeezing before he hurriedly grabbed at the sleeve holding the back of his head.
Leaning into her arm, he nuzzled it carefully, nerves clearly frayed but never withdrawing.
"Please..." His voice shook, trailing off at the end until it became nothing but a weak murmur, embarrassed eyes hesitantly peering up at her. "Please be gentle with me…"
All at once, the spark warming the string of the Admiral's control flared up, snapping her last thread of restraint.
Tugging the back of his head forward, Emma crashed their mouths together, open and messy, all tongue and teeth. Jesse tasted as sweet as pastries and smelled of fine tea; a sharp contrast to the lingering traces of cigar smoke that Admiral Corleone favoured.
Emma kissed him deeply, not any different to how a sailor would be towards a drop of clean water amidst a salted sea. Breathing him in, she eagerly devoured the startled squeaks that slipped out, clumsy lips struggling to follow her intense pace. It bode well in her favour, however, taking full advantage of his pliancy to dive her tongue into his soft mouth, licking at the top of his palate, tickling his tongue, pushing him closer against her with her hand that was laughably larger than his.
"Oh— Wai, nh—!!"
Ah, really, he was so unbearably cute. She nearly forgot how fun younger, inexperienced men were.
And what a laughable realization that was—the playboy of the Holy Kingdom, unaware of how to even properly kiss a woman, let alone even know where to place his fretting hands. He was still gripping at her sleeve, trembling fingers turning white from the force he was putting behind them—but Emma wasn't Admiral of the Fleet for nothing, and her strength was still considerably larger than his.
It was hard to tell if he was trying to push her away or pull her closer. Jesse, himself, didn’t appear to quite know either. On one hand, he had clearly never done something like this before, and on the other, he really needed access to those magic portals.
His inexperience was thrilling to Emma, who at the very least was 20 years his senior. It was much more fun playing with such a person than the experienced playboy she heard infamously through the wide rumours spread across the continent. Grinning madly into their kiss, the small space generated between them allowed Jesse to let out a small whine, breathing heavily in an attempt to regain the air stolen from him. Finally opening his eyes, it didn't take Emma long to notice their foggy sheen, glistening as if on the brink of tears.
Cute.
How terribly cute.
Emma wanted so badly to make this young man cry. To see his tears mess up his delicate face, hair dishevelled and messy, sprawled across her pillow, lithe limbs shaking and rendered boneless against the dark sheets that only served to further highlight the paleness of his skin.
It was a waste to simply pin him against her headboard when he could be spread across her wide mattress, instead.
Retreating back, she maneuvered herself towards the edge of the bed before she reached out to drag the disguised Venetiaan prince down with her, her hand easily wrapping around his delicate ankle.
Startled by the new shift in position, Jesse's chest heaved with his every breath. Peering nervously through the fingers covering his burning face, he watched as the Admiral resumed her position over him, caging him in with her strong arms. They flexed under the light of the candles, drawing Jesse's eyes to their ripped curves, enhanced by the shadows, biceps nearly double the size of his own.
He let out a flustered sound.
… There was something very wrong with this position!!!?
"Don't cover your face," the Admiral clicked her tongue.
An incomprehensible noise left Jesse's lips at the stern command. Shutting his eyes tight, he shook his head, too embarrassed to look at the older woman and face the emotions she was putting him under.
A sigh leaving her lips, Emma mere clicked her tongue. Before he knew it, Jesse's hands had been pried away from his face, and in his startle, he just barely noticed the Admiral tying his wrists together with the red curtains surrounding the bed, hanging them over his head.
"Admiral—!!"
"Isn't this better," she smirked, cutting him off, sharp eyes running over his now exposed face. He was so expressive, so colourful in his emotions, and she loved observing his every reaction.
Running her fingers over his chest, Emma eventually made her way to his buttons, smoothly undoing them even when she only had one hand, clearly experienced.
Pink nipples were soon exposed, hardening with the cold air once she pushed the fabric aside. Emma cooed at the perked nubs, brushing the scarred tips of her fingers over his delicate areola to watch him squirm.
"Ah, wait… Please don't tou—ch!"
Emma pinched him, watching the poor thing turn red. She barely put any strength behind her action and yet he seemed to bruise so easily. It was fascinating.
Leaning down, she captured his whining mouth into hers yet again, tickling his lips with her tongue. When he stubbornly refused to let her enter him, she clicked her tongue, wedging her knee back between his legs, pushing against him to make him gasp his lips apart.
Laughing deeply, Emma ran her hands lower south to undo the sash of his white robes, cupping over his crotch.
"Oh, poor baby… You're already leaking."
A shuddering keen passed through him. "I'm not…!"
"Are you sure?" Emma grinned widely, pressing her fingers against him, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric. Jesse breathed shakily at the touch, arms struggling against the curtains keeping them above his head as if wanting nothing more than to pull her hand away—but he was arching his lower back so cutely, bucking his hips towards her, and so Emma couldn't help but bite at his lips to watch him squirm some more, jolting as she played with his clothed member.
Rough fingers continued rubbing him, and a high, stifled moan escaped his red-bitten lips. Emma watched viciously as he turned his amethyst eyes towards the ceiling, wide and teary as his legs squeezed around her.
"Be a good boy and come for me."
An embarrassing noise rumbled at the back of his throat at her words, and Emma relished in his flushed face, head frantically shaking from side to side as if to refuse the pleasure she was giving him. Dragging her lips to his neck, Emma kissed him deeply below the jaw before dragging her teeth over his throat, chuckling at his little flinches and breathy yelps whenever she bit down on his pale skin.
Palming deeply at his crotch, the Admiral finally made her way to his pink nipples, twirling her tongue around them, biting and licking, all while keeping up the pressure of her hand between his legs.
Quick breaths filled the air, whines playing in her ear like music. He truly had a beautiful voice— Emma wanted to hear him sob.
Pulling at his nipple with her teeth, Jesse's form trembled almost violently, thighs shaking clumsily as he tried to push himself away from her touch.
"—!!"
Tremours ransacked his body, waves upon waves of twitches making his body spasm below her with the force of his orgasm. Laughing in disbelief, Emma stared down at the prince's face, so near to tears it was infuriating, because now she was certain that he would look so very pretty crying on her cock.
"What a good boy," she laughed, rubbing her wet hand on his robes before kissing him deeply. He barely had the strength to react to her tongue, his own lolling uselessly against her own, as he breathed deeply against her to try to regain his breath.
Brows pinching together, Jesse turned his head to the side as he pleaded with babbling words, "Breathe… I— I can't..… Please, please give me a second...!"
His begging was exhilarating, and so Emma gave in to the temptation, rubbing his weeping cocklet that was just the perfect length to fit in her fist. She watched with dark fascination as his pleas heightened in pitch, becoming more frantic in the face of overstimulation. Grabbing the sides of his face with her single hand, she forced his head in place before drawing him in for another kiss, determined to make him so breathless he'd become faint.
Lungs burning, tears finally slipped from Jesse's purple eyes, and Emma stared at him ferociously through the kiss, smirking as she felt him sob shakily against her lips.
"My," she huffed, eyes growing wild. "I abandoned my second and third husband for the little Marquis Duhem, but if you become mine, I might even drop my first husband just for you."
Through his teary eyes, Jesse managed to shoot the older woman a brittle disapproving glare. "Careless divh—uu, vorce is.. is bad..."
"Is that so?" Emma bit his collarbone. "I'll pay him a big alimony like I did the other two, it will be fine.
"You're crazy—!" Jesse gasped breathlessly, red bursting aflame on his cheeks. "And— I didn't—" His back arched once Emma had tugged at his nipples.
"Didn't what?"
Legs shaking, his voice quivered from held back restraint, "Not— part of the deal...!!"
Deciding to spare him of further torture for now, Emma allowed him a short moment to breathe and mutter his excuses so that she could unbuckle her pants. That moment wasn't very long, sadly, and so it took only a few seconds before her cock jumped free, finally released.
Falling silent, Jesse's wet eyes dropped down, tears spilling over as he blinked—once, twice, before his damp lashes fluttered wildly, brows drawing together in confused fear.
"Wh.. what is that…?"
The Admiral hummed in amusement. "My cock."
Tiredly, Jesse tried raising his torso to get a better look, but Emma merely pushed him back down. With her hook, she tore at the top of the curtain to finally release Jesse—but only so that she would be able to flip the lithe body before her into whatever position she desired to have him in. Jesse could definitely cover his crying face if he wanted to now, but it didn't cross Emma's mind to untie him. In fact, she rather liked it. He looked pretty with his wrists wrapped in sheer red curtains, and he would look even prettier split apart on her cock, as well.
Oh, how she was going to devour him.
Even if he begged, she wasn't going to stop, not even if he cried and sobbed, his voice going hoarse and shrill. If he tried running, she would tie the curtain back to the headboard until she had her way with him.
Dragging her hook across the sash of his robes, Emma tugged it off so that she could finally gain access to his pants, which she yanked off in a fell swoop. With a startled noise, Jesse tried closing his legs, but upon remembering the body sitting between them, he inhaled sharply, shakingly pushing himself up to his forearms to try and drag himself upwards on the bed.
Emma easily dragged him back down by his thin waist, his rear now pressed flush against her throbbing member.
"There's no point in running."
Her cock was hanging right over his, the size difference between them so startling it was almost scary. She hung right over his naval button, and from the sight alone Jesse was able to feel her in his stomach.
"Oh." Wide eyes flickered up to meet her piercing gaze. "Oh, please wait a momen—hck…!!"
Pulling out a vial from her pants, Emma ignored his words and uncapped it with her teeth, pouring the liquid over their dicks, before spilling it over his back entrance. Jesse flinched at the cold, wet feeling, and weakly tried pushing himself away.
Emma reached up with her hooked hand and dragged his wrists by the curtain around them until he was touching her hard member.
She repeated. "Wait?"
Jesse shook his head wildly, feeling as if he was going crazy when the absurd appendage twitched against his touch.
"It will kill me?" he said highly, almost breathless and feeling frenzied. Something was burning at the pit of his stomach at the sight and he subconsciously felt his abdomen clench. "Admiral, I- I—"
"A deal is a deal. Unless you want to rescind your party's rights to our international portal?"
"No! No, ah, but— it's really just too much, aren't you way too big—!"
Rough lips soon bit down on his, and a tongue invaded his mouth, determined to shut his protests up. When Jesse weakly tried pushing her away, Emma merely clicked her tongue before she twisted her hooked hand, tangling the curtain binding his wrist around the metal so that she could grab him without having to rely on the human fingers of her only remaining hand.
Arms pinned above his head by her hook, Jesse stuttered against her lips when he felt wet fingers press up against his entrance. When one of them finally slipped in, Emma groaned against his lips, which he now pursed tightly shut with the shock that came with having something up there for the first time in his life.
"You're so tight." The finger pressed against his walls experimentally, and Jesse jolted at the insane feeling currently happening in his rear. "Are you really so eager? You're already refusing to let me go."
"—'eels weird," he stammered, frantically shaking his head as he burned with embarrassment.
"You'll get used to it."
Another finger slipped in, joining the other to twist and rummage around skillfully at his insides, stretching him out. Jesse was going to die of embarrassment with how she kept poking at him, dragging her strong fingers in and out, prodding lightly at the walls with experienced movements, as if there was something inside him and she was determined to find it.
"—Okayokay, wait, take it out," he gasped, sparks tingling down his spine. "It's impossible, I won't be able to- to take—"
Jesse's hips twitched. The Admiral was now rubbing against a specific spot in his rectum, her muted green eyes carefully observing him. Jesse fell silent, feeling an odd little feeling tickling the pit of his stomach, growing more and more warm and prominent as the seconds flew by. She was so focused it was almost a little startling.
"A.. Admiral…?"
"Quiet."
A soft sound left him when she moved her fingers once more. His brows knitted together, a low buzz beginning to build up in his body, hot and tingly. "It— It feels… funny…"
"It's normal."
"Is it?"
He nearly could have sobbed at her casual dismissals. Tentatively, he wiggled his bound arms, and Emma's eyes immediately snapped to his, narrowing in warning. He ignored her sharp gaze, the weird growing sensation in his ass now bothering him to the point of frustration.
"N-Nothing about this is nh—ormAL!!?"
Green eyes stared at him intensely, drinking in his reaction as if starved of the sight.
He spasmed, waves of heat running through him, so intense it made his toes curl.
His vision went white for a second, head thrown back so suddenly from the momentum of his abruptly arched back that it nearly gave him whiplash.
"...Nh....?.. ???.. ?? Ngh—AH!"
Jesse's body twitched as she kept prodding at him in that burning ticklish spot, circling the pads of her fingers, and soon enough he felt his muscles begin to tense and tighten.
Meeting the Admiral's gaze amidst all this, he saw her wild pleased stare, almost laughing at him as she watched him squirm and cry, arms trembling above his head in futile attempts to reach down.
And then, she smoothly pulled her fingers out.
Jesse whimpered, a strangled, questioning noise rumbling at the back of his throat.
She smirked at his dazed look.
"So cute."
Hand moving towards her hard cock, Emma stroked herself to full length, rubbing the liquid of the vial so that it completely coated her. Just as fear began clouding the back of Jesse's mind once again, the hook holding up his bound wrists pulled at him, snapping his attention elsewhere. But still, he remained undeterred from his main concern.
He sniffled, trying to calm his rapid breathing.
"It.. won't fit…"
The head pressed against his back entrance, rubbing tentatively.
"It will."
Jesse shakily lifted his knee to block her chest, fearing for his life. He shook his head, clenching his hole.
"It won't."
Irritated eyes met his, before Emma roughly grabbed his knee to push it far to the side, further widening the space between his legs.
She held his gaze intensely.
"It will."
—and pushed the head of her length inside.
"!!!—!?"
The sensation that came with being spread apart by fingers was inconsolably different from the feeling of Emma Corleone's monster currently trying to ease itself into his ass.
Choking on his breath, Jesse's spine straightened up so rigidly at the feel of something so overwhelmingly large entering his body.
"NhnN!?! A-ah no no waiT—!!!"
Emma surged forward to capture his noisy mouth. As much as he struggled, it was near impossible for him to escape her overbearing lips, swallowing up his every plea. She kissed him as she always did, deeply and strongly, all tongue and domineering, allowing him no opportunity for rest as she licked into him with the intent to devour. Jesse went lightheaded while kissing her, and his lungs constricted with the lack of oxygen—Emma didn't bother to advise him that he should try breathing carefully through his nose, content with hearing him desperately squeak and whimper with lightheaded panic, tasting his salted tears.
With a snap of her hips, Jesse shrieked, back arching off the bed with his head following him, tilting towards the ceiling.
He came immediately once again, squirting thinning liquid all over his stomach, a few drops landing over his bite-riddled chest.
Breaking apart, Admiral Corleone grinned down wickedly at Jesse, watching his wide eyes tremble and the muscles of his abdomen twitching as wildly as his legs. Bringing up her hand, she pressed it against his stomach—where a small bump could now be felt and seen.
At the feeling of pressure being applied to where he was being pierced so deeply, Jesse sobbed, shaking so intensely from the overstimulation that the entire mattress was shaking. Her length was filling him up so thoroughly, to the point where he could feel her permanently rubbing against the small bud she had earlier been massaging into a hot mess.
And then she pulled back, the head of her length kissing the rim of his pucker before she breathed deeply, slamming back in.
"AH..!!" he gasped, body pulsing with waves of tremors as she kept ramming into that one specific spot without giving him time to recover. "Ngh, Admiral— hic! Ah, I can't…!!"
"You're whining so loudly," Emma spoke deeply beside his ear, biting down on his lobe. "Your companions next door might hear."
Jesse tightened up fearfully at those words, but Emma did nothing to slow her pace, pistoning her hips harder and harder, pelvis smacking Jesse's underside red and raw. His breath hitched sharply at her every thrust, toes curling and legs twitching wildly as he struggled to hold back his voice, shrieks spilling about here and there.
A jolt ran through his spine when Emma pressed her body to grind into the spot she gleefully mentioned was the prostate, nearly bending him in half in the process.
Jesse was crying to the point of hiccups, cutely convulsing with her every thrust, mouth gaping soundlessly when she curled her hips in a specific way. She almost felt bad, seeing the younger man's muscles twitching as much as they were, tense and pulled tight with pleasure. There wasn't a doubt that he would be sore after this, or maybe even pull a muscle from so much strenuous activity, but his little member was leaking, weeping excessively over his stomach after cumming several times over.
Emma laughed breathlessly and she punctured her hips deeply against him, tempo slowing down from her rapid pace but with increased power, strong enough for the slap of their skin to nearly reach the intensity of Jesse's sobbing moans, driving herself deeper and deeper just to watch his narrow little stomach bulge each time.
With a mean grin, Emma brought her hook down and Jesse's hands with it, and pinned his wrists against the area of his belly button.
Purple eyes trembled violently when the Admiral pushed so deeply against him that he felt his knees reach his shoulders. Her breathing was rough and heavy against him, tickling his over-sensitive skin alongside her long reggae hair from where she was bending him in half. Blinking helplessly through tears, his gaze trailed low enough to follow the direction of his quivering arms, hands twitching at the odd sensation pushing rhythmically against it.
A strong calloused hand then reached out to cover the hollow of his neck, stretching over his collarbones, pressing against him just enough for his head to feel fuzzy, but considerate enough to allow him his breath.
"Watch how well you take me, baby."
Jesse's eyes spun, the nervous bobbing of his delicate adam's apple trembling against her rough palm.
Her hand squeezed a little tighter, pinning him further in place before she retreated her hips completely, leaving Jesse with a horrific gaping sense of emptiness. With a single low breath, she wasted no time in ramming her full length directly into his bundle of overstimulated nerves.
"W, wha— hHH!!??"
Jesse's eyes immediately rolled back, vision going white as visual snow sparked so brightly into his sight it rendered him blind.
A choked gurgle left his dripping mouth, blending with his high needy sounds, but the Admiral paid him no mind other than the crazed grin she directed at his reaction, a bead of sweat rolling down her chin and mixing with the large gush of thin fluid that now coated both Jesse's stomach and hands.
The Admiral continued with her rough thrusting, throwing in some deep grinding into the mix. Not once did she ever fail to miss his prostate, attacking it so relentlessly Jesse's shaking figure started rattling the bed from the intense stimulation. Whenever she felt Jesse's bound hands try to wiggle away from where she was keeping them pressed against his stomach, Emma merely retaliated by fucking him quicker and deeper, forcing Jesse to feel the head of her thick cock pressing against his stomach with even more protrusion, mingling his fingers through his dwindling wet cum while she was at it.
It was one of the most embarrassing things Jesse had ever experienced, on top of so many other new things. His spend was sticky and felt gross, but through his blurry vision, he could vaguely discern the pleased expression on the Admiral's face, and the heat in the pit of his stomach—of his everywhere, really, only flared hotter, much to his ashamed distress.
"Maybe the rumours were right after all," she chuckled, leaning down to bite between Jesse's shoulder and neck. She felt the hitch of his breath against her palm, and she curled her fingers around him, tickling lightly at the sides of his throat as if to soothe him.
"Did you play around like this a lot? Pretending to be shy before revealing how greedy your cute little cunt is."
Jesse whimpered highly at those absurd words, frantically shaking his head as much as he could with the light chokehold Emma had on him.
"N, Nn— uuh, nhhg—!!—!"
Emma sharply thrust her hips, watching with dark satisfaction as his eyes rolled back before blinking out his tears to send her a quivering look, voiceless with his panting mouth.
"I can't hear you. Do you feel that good?"
"A'mhhrl—!! C, Canh'— NH!!"
"Poor baby. I'm still waiting for your answer. This noonim actually really, hates, waiting."
Emphasizing her last words with deep, staggering thrusts, Emma calmly watched as Jesse's body shook through another orgasm, watching raptly as his delicate brows knitted together at the sheer intensity of his high, stunning purple eyes rolling back into his head. His pulse was thundering from where the pads of her fingers were lightly squeezing his airway, lungs heaving and working overtime to catch as much oxygen as possible with the added constriction.
Legs falling limp against each side of her head, it seemed Jesse thought he could finally catch a break now that Emma stopped moving, patiently expecting his answer.
How cute of him to think that she would allow him any more than this for a break.
Even though he was still trembling from the aftermath of his latest orgasm, the Admiral allowed him no time to collect himself back together, rocking herself in and out, not forgetting to rub against his sweet spot every time. The overstimulation made the alarm on Jesse's face only grow deeper, and his leaking eyes crinkled with his stifled sobbing.
Taking pity on him, Emma lightened her grip on his neck just a little bit more, revealing reddened skin in the wake of her loosened grip. So easily bruised even though she had actually been more tame than usual with her choking.
She turned her attention back to him.
"Speak louder."
A shuddering sob left Jesse. He shook his head, sniffling as he struggled to meet her gaze through his wet lashes.
"Nnhm..'ore… Pl- hiic, se…"
Emma let go of his throat to use the end of the torn curtain around his wrist to wipe his face.
"I can't hear what you're saying. You said you want more?"
Now that her hand wasn't holding him down by the throat, Jesse was able to frantically shake his head much more freely, begging her through thick tears and heavy breaths for mercy, his bound fingers weakly tugging at the very hem of her hooked hand's sleeve
"Fine. I can give you a break."
Jesse nearly could have cried from the relief.
With those words alone, he forced himself to get a grip back on his limbs, still shaking from the aftershocks of the overstimulation that occurred over several orgasms. Under any other circumstance, Jesse had no doubt that he would be dying of embarrassment. Having been single throughout his entire 29 years of living, he had never experienced such– things before, and it didn't help that he had low libido. Living with his siblings in their small apartment didn't exactly sow the seeds of exploration in his mind, after all. But as he was now, his exhaustion nipped away most of his mind, and he could barely even string his thoughts together when all he could focus on was the waves of lingering pleasure still thundering through his veins.
To think his first time joining another person in bed would end with his entire stomach being soiled wet with his— his thing!!!
Jesse's head lolled tiredly to the side, nearly tearing up again as he did his best to regain his breath, ignoring the wet, sticky feeling everywhere against his skin.
Breathing deeply, he tried to avoid acknowledging the warmth pressing flush against his rear, how each deep inhale and exhale only served to bring attention to the– appendage, still firmly buried deep in his– entrance.
Why was it so big?
His stomach hurt.
His hips ached.
Even though it wasn't moving anymore, his mind could still remember how it slid roughly against his walls.
It was way too huge. He could feel it pressing against the– the bundle of nerves inside of him. It was weird, it was definitely unnatural how— weird that spot felt. Jesse was so confused, he couldn't understand his own body anymore. High school sex education and the laughably awkward talk he once got with his brother in his teenage years didn't prepare him for any of this, it was so frustrating!!!
Unable to help himself, his next exhale ended up as a breathy whine.
Admiral Corleone looked at him with amusement from where she had been rubbing circles into his hip bone. Her member was still hard inside of him, and Jesse could almost taste it at the back of his throat, gagging him with its every minuscule twitch and throb.
Lightly shifting his hips, he could feel something dripping down the curve of his rear. Breathe hitching, he avoided looking at Emma, ignoring the pleased glint in her eyes as she stared at what was leaking out of him, despite being so fully plugged up.
She chuckled, her deep voice sending shivers down Jesse's spine, and he couldn't help but clamp down on her when he felt the rumble of her amusement through the cock piercing his stomach, only to end up with twitching limbs and a quivering stomach when his sweet spot got further pressed down on.
Jesse let out a shuddering wail, face burning with so much embarrassment he could only resort to tightly shutting his eyes to avoid meeting the Admiral's intense gaze. She twitched inside him once more, and Jesse's abdomen began to shake, voice hitching as the movement allowed him feel the bump on his stomach.
Why was he still feeling this way when the Admiral wasn't even doing anything?
His foggy head whirled in confused desperation, bubbling frustration welling up in his chest as the small licks of pleasure continued poking at his mind. His stomach felt funny, way too weird, something relentlessly burning at his nerves with no way to soothe the overwhelming sensation. There wasn't any way Jesse could ignore how it was building up, tingling to each extremity of his limbs, building up until he felt like he was about to burst, but couldn't.
Admiral Corleone's chuckle broke him out of his trance.
"You look so frustrated." Her human hand trailed her fingers lightly across Jesse's side, the tickling sensation making him squeeze around her even tighter. "Didn't you want me to stop? Why do you look so upset?"
Jesse panted, squeezing his eyes tighter.
"Answer me."
A stubborn shake of the head.
Her deep voice brushed against his ear. She must have leaned in. "Playing coy?"
Jesse bit down harshly on his lip, refusing to let out a single sound in reaction to the breath fanning against him, tickling his ear.
At his lack of response, the hand rubbing his side paused ominously before dipping beneath him to press up at the small of his back, wedged between his body and the bed.
"I'm warning you. Do you really want to play like this?"
The fingers still gripping at the sleeve of the hooked hand still pressing his wrists over his stomach twitched minutely, before curling around tighter at the fabric.
"Ha. You asked for it."
Before Jesse knew it, his eyes were flying back open when the hand that the Admiral had wedged underneath him became a full arm, curling around his waist to pull him up onto her lap, pressing the small of his back as close to her as possible.
Jesse's body flailed at the sudden change of position, the hard cock still inside of him now piercing deeper into his stomach with the addition of gravity over Jesse's own body weight pulling him further down onto her. With a silent shriek, Jesse's body convulsed, stars sparking behind his eyes as he threw his head back in an attempt to pull himself off of her, but Emma merely laughed at him. Raising her hooked hand, she released the curtain restraint to then throw his bound wrists over her head, locking him in place.
Her face was so close to his now, and there wasn't any way he could have missed the sharp glint in her muted green eyes. The arm around his lower back tightened, and Emma sunk her teeth into the juncture of his neck to leave another bite mark, and she groaned deeply at how tightly he squeezed her in return.
"You have nowhere to run now."
With her hooked hand now free, she was able to use both of her arms to hold Jesse's waist. He was so slender it was almost too easy to imagine a world where she still had her right hand, and how if she curled both of them around his waist, her fingers might even be touching. As she was now though, her hook couldn't do anything but press itself against the curve of his waist, but Emma was experienced enough to know how to make up for her lack of fingers.
Pulling Jesse's body further onto her cock, Emma laughed at how the prince's sensitive body curled like a shrimp, his head of fine blond hair falling to rest in the crook of her neck. His body was wrought tight and trembling, no doubt closer than ever to reaching his limit, but Emma still wasn't fully satiated yet, and so she made use of her arm strength to pull Jesse's body high enough so that the head of her cock would catch on his greedy rim.
She made sure to do it slowly, wanting to make sure Jesse felt the drag of her cock against his sensitive pulsing walls. And much to her satisfaction, the trembling of Jesse's shoulders only intensified, his head shaking in tired protest from where he was resting it against her shoulder.
Finally, she had him hovering around the gland of her cock, his knees trembling with exhaustion as he tried to follow the lifting of her hands around his waist.
His bound arms struggled weakly from where they were looped around her head.
"Dh, wait… Too much.." he sobbed, head lolling back so that he could press soft kisses against her cheeks, as if trying to appease her overwhelming lust. When she raised a brow, Jesse's face crumpled further, desperation clouding his teary eyes before he slowly licked at her lips, kitten-tongued and clumsy. "Nh– mhhuh, please.. It's too much…"
Emma indulged him as he continued planting soft, trembling kisses all over her face. It was adorable how he thought any of his cute actions would be able to calm her burning urge to ruin him into a sobbing mess—it only made her want to treat him more roughly.
Moving her hooked arm to support his rear, she reached her human hand to flick at his pink, weeping cocklet.
"Are you really tired?" she hummed, leaning in to lick into his mouth, drawing a moan out of him before pulling back with a small obscene trail of saliva.
"Admiral... noonim..." Tearfully nodding, Jesse frantically followed her lips to press his own against them once more in a clumsy plea of a kiss, lashes trembling with shame as he avoided her amused stare. "It's, it's really too much...!"
"You're calling me noona now to get your way?" she cooed. "How cute."
Jesse sniffled through gritted teeth. "You said you'd be gentle!"
"I never said that."
"You, hck, promised…!"
"I did not."
Jesse was weeping more abundantly, and in his fit of frustration, he leaned forward to bite her lip, but it did nothing but deepen the sadistic little glint in the Admiral's eyes. The pain only deepened her amusement as she licked the blood off her lower lip, and in turn, merely fuelled Jesse's irritation.
"The only thing I agreed to, was allowing you and your companions access to the Corleone portals." Squeezing her available hand around his member, she watched him curl into himself, nearly falling back down onto her cock, had it not been for Emma's hooked hand still supporting his bottom. "Do you remember what you consented to, in order for that to happen?"
Jesse's flushed face was filled with embarrassed reluctance. Sniffling, he was quiet for a while, before he slowly nodded, eyes carefully meeting hers.
Emma chuckled deeply at his flustered expression, before she leaned forward to devour his pink mouth, pink and slick with spit. He was better at kissing, now, surprisingly a fast learner. She couldn't help but wonder what else she could teach him, delving her tongue as deep into his throat as she could, revelling in his shortness of breath.
Maybe she could have him on his knees, as she sat before him on the bed. She could have him take her cock into his cute little mouth, and watch his sinfully pink lips wrap around her, choking and sucking as she buried herself to the hilt at the back of his tight throat. Maybe she could leave him like that for hours, and they'd move over to her desk, where she'd look over papers and accept subordinates in her office—allowing the prince's companions to enter, as well, looking for the very man who she'd be hiding under her desk on a pretty little pillow.
The thoughts made Emma feel famished and so terribly hungry.
And without warning him, she removed her arm and dropped him right onto her cock.
Shrieking into her mouth, Emma delighted in swallowing up all his cries, determined to steal his breath away while she moved both of her hands back to grip the sides of Jesse's waist. Pulling his hips up and down roughly on her cock like a mere toy, his upper body pressed helplessly against hers, his pink nipples rubbing against her chest.
Just like before, she fucked into him, deep and hard, allowing him no respite no matter how much he whined and begged her to spare him, to be more gentle.
He was so cute.
Admiral Corleone felt like keeping him.
His cute voice babbling nonsense into her ear, his desperate kitten-like licks against her mouth as he tried convincing her to slow down, his small waist that made manhandling him around all the more easier...
She wanted him all.
Twisting him around so that his back could rest against Emma's chest, she reached around his waist to ram her hips into him, pistoning them roughly until all Jesse could do was brokenly moan, head throwing back to rest against her while his bound hands tried grasping for something to hold, before ultimately failing.
"Gonna– die!!!" he finally wailed, stomach trembling when Emma pulled him tighter onto her, grinding circles into his hole. His legs weakly kicked out, toes curling and flinching with each pump of cum she released into him, thick goops overflowing onto the bed sheets. They would've fallen onto the bed long ago, had it not been for the Admiral holding them up from under his knees. "Enngh— ah, enoughh, le'..let me go, please—!!"
"Still not enough," Emma crooned through a pant, biting the side of his neck before sucking in a kiss, adding to the collection of bruises, his pale skin becoming a pretty canvas for her marks. "My poor baby... Endure it a bit more, hm?"
Jesse sobbed, weakly kicking his legs. "You're so mean…! Nghh, how are you human… do you– have no shame....!"
Emma breathed out a chuckle, drawing a groan out of him with another sharp thrust, her length hardening back up again after only a minute or two after she last came.
Huffing, she dropped Jesse's legs before pushing him forward, his tired body falling chest first into the mattress. He whined loudly when the Admiral pulled his hips up, draping over his back as she pushed back into his hot folds, the hole fluttering when she pressed the head of her cock in, welcoming her back. Wrapping her arm around his waist to keep his lower half from falling, Emma was determined to milk him out of all his strength.
With each thrust, Jesse's body hiked up the bed, but Emma made sure to habitually pull him back down. Grinding her cock so deep into him, it made Jesse's bound hands claw at the pillow, trying to drag himself away before he was futilely brought back against the Admiral's pelvis. His pale round ass was now pink and red, having suffered much friction from her pounding and occasional spanking.
Running a hand through her reggae hair to brush it back over her shoulder, Emma let out steady breaths as she watched the pale back beneath her squirm and quiver. The Principality of Corleone couldn't care less about the beliefs of the Church of the Almighty God, but the Admiral couldn't help but wonder what the Lord would think about an atheist pirate ruthlessly bullying Her most beloved child to tears.
Would Emma be struck down by lightning?
Her ships sunk at sea?
Or would she die right here on the spot, her hard cock still inside the Lord's most beloved, defiling him so impurely?
Chuckling, she ran her teeth across the back of Jesse's slender neck, biting and bruising it with her mouth before prepping it with soft kisses, worshiping him in her own, blasphemous way.
She knew that if the priest truly wanted her to stop, he could merely open up one of those golden circles of his and command her to stay away. She wasn't completely cruel, after all. They discussed that clearly when talking over the deal, and the young man made himself clear when he told her that he would be strong enough to refuse her if it truly became too much and wanted to stop.
But he isn't, she grinned cruelly, thrusting into him with bruising strength, hearing him sob loudly when she finally spilled into him, the amount of cum inside his fluttering hole so excessive it was dripping down his slim red-chaffed thighs.
Releasing a laugh-like breath, Emma draped herself over him, pressing herself as deep as she could so that she could bury her cum into his very core, keeping him stuffed to the point where he'd be able to feel her for days. Judging by the way Jesse's hips were trembling, back curving inward so that his hips could fully push back against her, one could almost think he'd like the idea of that.
Jesse hiccuped, breathless sobs filling the air alongside the Admiral's own panting. Tiredly turning his head, he looked back at her, teary eyes complimenting his flushed face.
"Nhh, 're you..done… please, nhno more…"
"Poor little baby," Emma cooed, brushing his damp golden hair with her hand before curling her arm around him once more to pull him back onto her lap, maneuvering their bodies so that she could rest against the bed frame.
Jesse looked distressed now, tears spilling down his pink cheeks without abandon, and his slender frame shook with high, whining sobs. His shaking legs were barely able to kick out, and Emma kissed his neck beneath his ear in consolation.
"Pull out," he cried, bound hands weakly punching her legs beneath him. "Noona... You've h—ahhd enough…"
Emma chuckled, the vibrations tickling Jesse from where his back leaned bonelessly into her.
"I don't feel like it."
"You're ss'— so mean…! Admiral, nhgh!" Weeping, cute tears rolled thickly down his flushed cheeks. "Th'nk… think of, of your first husband…!"
"My first husband? I can call for him if that's what you want. He would be delighted to join. Perhaps even my third and fourth would understand why I laid them off if I invited them back to show them how pretty you cry."
Jesse hiccuped, his head throwing back a little harshly to knock against the Admiral's chin. Through his wet glare, he merely saw her grinning down at him, unphased by his weak attack.
"Don't tease me… I didn't, ngh, agree to marrying…"
"Why not?" Emma lazily rolled her hips into him. Jesse's walls immediately clamped down, hot and overstimulated. "I would treat you well. All you'll have to do is remain pretty by my side."
She turned his head by the chin and leaned down to kiss him. The angle should have felt awkward, with Jesse's position on her lap with his back against her chest, but the Admiral was skilled and knew the right angle, kissing him deeply to devour his breath.
Maybe because he was too tired, Jesse didn't struggle, accepting her tongue into his pliant mouth and letting her roll it against his, shivering when she tickled the top of his palette.
He let out a whimper at the slow stimulation, voice steadily growing louder and louder, and he surely would have moaned had it not been for something large busting through the window with a CRASH, shards of glass spilling onto the floor before the bed.
Jesse's head pulled away from her so fast he nearly pulled a neck muscle, a thread of saliva following his lips briefly before it snapped.
When the clothed figure finally stood to their full height, Jesse immediately met two little burning suns, piercing him as deep as the cock in his stomach was.
Startled and embarrassed beyond belief, Jesse let out a loud hiccup, involuntarily squeezing his walls around the Admiral so tightly it made her huff from her lazy post-coital position against the headboard, half-cuddling him on her lap.
"Sérénité—!!"
Cédric Riester abruptly stiffened, his entire body screeching to a halt as his blazing eyes snapped downward, where a thick glob of cum decided just then to drip down from where Jesse was still stuffed, bound hands desperately trying to hide the view from the Crown Prince.
"Oh? Welcome to Case de Corleone, Scaramuccia."
Emma chuckled, her scarred hand brushing Jesse's hair in an almost affectionate manner. Leaning forward, she kissed the side of his head before ripping the curtain off of Jesse's bruised wrists with her hooked hand. Bringing up one of his palms to her mouth, she then planted another kiss, with a second on the pulse of his bondage-chaffed wrist, staring straight at Cédric with her lips curving against Jesse's flushed skin.
"—Or should I say, Riester's little princeling? Tell me," she smirked, pointedly keeping his stare. "How is your mother doing these days?"
Crazed flames erupted from Cédric's hands at once, filling the room in an instant. Distantly, Christelle's voice could be heard from outside the window, her shocked "Woah, crazy!!!" audible amidst the sound of waves, even from the Admiral's room.
Jesse couldn't help himself.
Exhaustion and mortification finally pricked at his vision, and he felt his eyes dip with burning embarrassment.
"Keep your promise," he hysterically murmured to the Admiral, who merely hummed down at him in vain amusement, her fingers interlacing with his trembling own, almost possessively.
Jesse then proceeded to faint on the spot.