Emma's Night

First story in a long time enemies ish to lovers non con and coercion ahead, Emma is 19.

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An easy job she thinks quietly to herself, observing the moonlight reflecting over the town, she watches as all is quiet in town as the moon is starting to set soon, four hours before sunrise. She looks up to the cloudy sky as the cold night air bites at her as she stalks down the town's alleys to her target. A bounty, no an assassination contract. A big one worth a lot she travelled all the way here to an unfamiliar kingdom to carry out, she thinks glancing to her left as she views the palace sitting still a few hours walk away from where she was In the city.

To her right a half-hour walk the gate of the city leading to the wilderness, her escape. She looks ahead into the street as she leans against a wall now facing towards the gate. A heavy set of footsteps approach as she watches them pass. Her target, right on time. A high-ranking knight named Ekira said to be part of an elite force slaying beasts, bounty hunters, and assassins for the king.

As she comes out of the alleyway holding her knife stalking behind him. At that moment he turns a corner and as she approaches she hears the distinct sound of an arrow fly from behind her as she is shot in the upper left shoulder, the poison from the arrow works quickly as she tries to run looking back only to see six men following her with malicious intent as she runs straight forgetting her target, as she makes it to the gate leading into the forest only to collapse onto the dirt road, looking back seeing a blurry bloody commotion she collapses.

A while later she awakens as a large dark figure stands over the bodies of the men who had chased her, looking up at that figure she recognises him as her target. His back towards her protectively, She grabs her dagger and stands quickly suddenly falling forward dizzy as the poison is still in her blood. He turns and looks at her his armour resembling something evil and terrifying dripping with splatters of fresh blood from his kills.

"you need to rest," he says his voice husky and commanding, without even looking at her.

Ella sits holding her dagger tightly, teeth clenched. He turns towards her stopping a few steps from her, so close to him she sees just how formidable he is, standing taller than most men he towers over her. His dark armour reveals nothing of what hides underneath. He kneels slowly and gently not wanting to scare her as he reaches out his hand,

"Will you let me deal with the arrow" He huskily whispers.

Emma glares at him and lunges at him to attack, he swiftly leans back as she tumbles, he raises an eyebrow at her attempt, feeling pity for the girl. He grabs the dagger preventing her from doing anything reckless as he glances at her, she sees his dark brown eyes widen slightly in both amusement and curiosity. She looks at him unsure of what to do.

"Please.. let me help." He says softly in a husky whisper trying not to scare her "You're hurt."

She pauses and gives up and nods, slightly angry. The knight chuckles quietly, admiring her fiery spirit.

He gently grabs her shoulder with one armoured hand to steady her as he grabs the arrow with the other as he gets ready to rip it out, he winces in sympathy as he pulls it out swiftly Emma yelps in response. She pulls the shoulder of her dress down allowing him to see the wound the arrow had left as he reaches into his trousers pocket behind his cuisses he pulls out some bandaging and starts applying pressure to the wound and bandaging it swiftly. She looks up at him both confused and appreciatively.

"Your name?" He asks boldly, she looks at him

"Emma," She says softly in an embarrassed whisper.

"Come, I will accompany you to your home... Emma" He says loudly taking time to pronounce her name enjoying how it rolls off his tongue.

"I don't have one," She says softly.

"Perhaps to the inn then?" He looks down at her and offers his hand

"You need rest," He says with concern in his voice as he looks at her wound.

She glares at him, slowly attempting to stand still dizzy. Sighing she looks up at him and nods feeling shame in accepting her target's help. She reaches for his hand as she stands closer to him his sheer size casts a shadow on her in the moonlight as they quietly walk to the nearby inn. He holds the door open for her as she walks into the warm inn, before she can go to speak to the innkeeper he hands the innkeeper enough gold to pay for five nights for her. A sly smile on his face is hidden by his helm as he looks at her having paid for her room so kindly. He takes a breath remembering his duties as his smile fades and he heads to leave for the door. The door shuts as she stands looking at the door so confused by this terrifying man, she turns and walks down the hall to her room. Entering the cozy room with a large bed, as she closes the door she walks to the bed collapsing for some well-needed rest.

She wakes the next morning at the sound of birds singing their morning dues, she sits up suddenly recalling last night's events. She stands up as she dresses her mind runs through everything that happened as she slowly realised the true target of the contract she took was her, those men were after her head.

She stops to question why this elaborate plan, "I suppose Efren the man I got the contract from was paid by King Matri to offer it to me and lure me here." She muttered to herself as she headed out of her room and out the back door of the inn into the quiet street as the sun beat down.

It was evening the streets were full and lively, so she stuck the alleys she gazed out at the streets longingly as she passed through the shadowy alleyways holding her cloak tightly against herself.

She had spent so long moving from place to place, never being able to stay anywhere for long. As she headed deeper into the city scanning the crowds for a sight of that man, she shook her head, unsure of why she even wanted to see him. She stopped under a bridge with many archways underneath she hid herself In the shadows glancing out into the world under the sun, the lively streets, seeing so many people coming in and out of their homes with their families and loved ones. She stared out for a while before stepping back further into the shadows as she walked deeper into the city her eyes surviving the people in markets, shops, streets, and finally those in front of the palace.

Watching as people pass her on their daily errands or just going for a stroll, seeing kids running and playing in the street something tugs at her from within a soft sombre feeling. Her eyes snap up as she sees someone up the street moving through the crowds in armour that seems similar she quickly makes her way through the crowds of people as she gets closer she stops in her tracks it's just a guard who happens to be tall, she continues wandering through the streets aimlessly as a shop of cloaks and furs catch her eye.

She walks up to the open stall like shop and leans over the bench feeling the furs on display as the old shopkeeper speaks to another customer further down. She eyes a beautiful soft white fur cloak a white bear fur cloak lined with white reindeer fur, a very rare find.

She runs her fingers through the fur as the shopkeeper interrupts her thoughts "350" he says almost in a snarky tone knowing someone like her wouldn't be able to afford it, he looks her up and down.

She's slightly put off by his tone, the cloak is the same price as a horse, the small frail old man turns to serve other customers as she pulls her hand back from the soft fur. Emma sighs as she turns to walk away taking a step she glances back seeing the shopkeeper being completely distracted, she stops for a moment and swiftly grabs the fur cloak and tucks it into her arms under her stained brownish-black cloak as she starts to walk faster.

She hears the shopkeeper call out as she slips into the alleyways carefully avoiding any dead ends as she hears guards coming towards where she is, starting to run she ducks into the back door of a tavern. As she sits at a bench she hears three guards enter their heavy armour clanking as they walk through the tavern. As they pass right by her she sighs the guards leave out the door, she stands up and heads out into the street away seeing the guards walking off south she heads east hoping to loop around and get back to the inn.

She had only been out for maybe two hours but the sun was already setting, heading down the hilly street she looked out over the city. The street stones glow against the sunset as the red and purple hues bring a warmth to the stone city, she wanders down the streets watching kids head back into their homes before the sun fully sets. As she passes homes she hears families gathering for dinner together, even the sparrows seem to gather together. As if viewing a painting she walks past it all, she was used to this, viewing the world from the outside. Hungry she walks back towards the inn alone as the sun finally sets, she opens the door to the inn closing her eyes for a moment as the warm air from the fireplace hits her. She walks to her room and closes the door behind her, she lifts up the soft white fur cloak and looks at it as it practically shines. She reaches into her bag pulling a small piece of bread no bigger than her hand, it's stale but it'll starve off hunger for a little while longer she eats it savouring it.

She lays her old cloak on the bed as she wraps the soft white fur around her, she stops for a moment looking out the window as the moon is starting to rise. She walks over to the window opening it and leans out breathing out the fresh night air, she stares out for a while before climbing out and up onto the roof. The stone slate beneath her she stares up at the sky as the stars are just starting to come out, she lays there for a while as the moon rises over her. Her thoughts are interrupted as she hears heavy footsteps of a group of guards or knights of some sort, sitting up she looks around and carefully climbs down from the roof. As her boots hit the ground she walks around the alleyway into the streets she heads up the street following the sounds towards the tavern she found him near last night getting closer to the metallic footsteps, her heart starts racing as she runs. As she approaches the tavern she sees many guards most seem to be on their breaks, she walks up to the tavern as she reaches into her bag finding the last bit of gold she has.

Opening the door she sees many different armoured guards including the ones who were chasing her a few hours ago, her eyes meet theirs as they suddenly stand up and start walking towards her. She takes a step back and she knocks into someone another guard as more attention is drawn to her she freezes realizing she's is vastly outnumbered and cornered, she snaps back to reality as she turns to the door and makes a dash for as she's pursued by roughly fifteen guards. The door swings open and she slams into Ekira's chest causing him to step back to brace himself as she slams into the ground beside him, her left shoulder scraping against the stone street she yelps feeling her arrow wound that was still healing begin to hurt again. Lifting her head up she sees the guards frozen watching to see what ekiras response to this will be.

As he surveys the scene his expression unreadable under his helm "What the hell" He mutters to himself, emma sits on the ground clutching the arrow wound on her shoulder as the guards circle around, her mind distracted by searing pain.

"Emma." His loud voice has a hint of disappointment as he calls out to her, she looks up at him her hand still holding her left shoulder as her eyes started to water.

He knelt down facing her as he spoke with authority "i'll deal with this, you're all dismissed." His voice loudly cuts through the chatter in the tavern as he kneels beside Emma just outside the doorway.

He reaches out grabbing her upper arms and steadies her helping her stand as he rises to his feet towering over her, holding onto her upper right arm his cold metal gauntlet making her shiver as he leads her up the street. Emma looks back as she sees the other guards go back to their breaks as she is firmly led away, she feels a sense of shame and embarrassment as they walk up the street looking up at him his armour hides his expression as they continue to walk in silence.

Eventually, after half an hour of walking in silence, they reach a barracks of sorts he opens the door for her letting go of her arm for the first time she crosses her arms and walks in with her head low, but instead of him leading her down to the cells he guides her up the stairs into a long hallway she starts looking around confused as they walk finally near the end of it he opens another door he stands behind her holding the door open ready to catch her should she run. Confused and scared she looks back at him realising she can't get past him as he blocks her exit his right arm on the door holding it open as he stands over her, their eyes meet but his expression is unreadable and the fear and pain is written on her face as she turns around and obediently goes through the doorway as he follows her closely shutting and locking it behind him.

Looking around the room is cosy the stone walls and floor are lined with tapestries and rugs there's a small fireplace on the right side wall too and on the left, there's a large wooden four-post bed, the ceiling has dark wooden rafters and an ornate antler chandelier hangs from the middle of the room. The windows have thick red curtains that are only slightly parted letting rays of moonlight cast onto the floor and rugs, looking around more she notices many personal items such as cloaks hanging on a coat stand metal polish on the mantel and some clothes sticking out of a nearby chest of draws.

Her pain starting to subside Emma turned around as Ekira just stood there towering over her gauging her reaction his arms crossed over his chest his eyes only giving away a slight hint of disappointment as he slowly strode towards her, Emma in response started walking backwards unsure of what to do as he got closer. As she walked backwards into the wooden chest of draws he stopped right in front of her close enough she could feel his breath.

"That's a very pretty cloak," He said slyly his eyes giving away a hint of amusement.

Emma blushed in embarrassment feeling a little flattered by the compliment, Raising his hand to the silver clasp on her cloak he unbuckles it letting it fall to the ground. His eyes follow the curves of her neck and collar bone stopping at the hem of her dress as he leans over her. His hand hovers over her neck and gently grasps the collar of her low off-the-shoulder dress, as he pulls her forward into him. Emma gasped as she felt his cold metal armour against her body it made her dizzy. As he put his right hand on her waist his cold metal gauntlet making her shudder.

"You've gotten yourself into a fair bit of trouble," He said softly.

Emma was blushing and speechless against him her heart racing as he stood over her, he pulled down her dress swiftly tearing it exposing more of her collarbone and letting him see her breasts with her nipples still hidden by the rest of the dress teasing him to tear more of it as he held her. Gasping Emma raised her arms to cover herself as he held her tightly against him walking backwards towards his bed. He swiftly turned and shoved her onto the bed face down bent over the edge, Emma scrambled to stand up only to have his hand firmly pressing the back of her neck pushing her back down as her legs hung off the edge.

"A thief and assassin, hmmm," He said in a low tone as he leaned over her pressing his groin into her backside.

Emma's eyes widened in fear, 'Shit' she thought quietly 'He's going to kill me after this' Her mind racing the knife in her boot wasn't reachable she started to struggle against him trying to kick him only getting a chuckle out of him.

"I'm not going to harm you my dove," He said softly in a caring tone.

She stopped struggling for a moment what he said almost felt charming, he started to undo his belt and unbutton his trousers as she stopped struggling. She felt confused, dizzy, and scared as she was held by the back of her neck his cold gauntlet making her shudder as she suppressed a fearful whimper. He leaned down gathering her dress in his other hands as he slowly lifted it up over her hips and then pulled down her undergarments. Emma gasped as something warm and hard pressed into her backside, between the cold metal and the heat of his body he was fixated on her watching her shudder as his own breathing started getting heavier seeing her bare ass and her small pink and already wet pussy he just couldn't help it. He was rock hard and no small man, with his thick hot member pressing into her she whimpered this time in a mix of pleasure and fear.

Hearing her whimper was all the consent he needed as he pressed into her tight virgin pussy slowly, he let out a sigh feeling her little scared body practically choking the tip of his cock as she muffled a scream into the blankets. He held her hip as he moved back and forth working only a few inches in her, his breathing became a pant under his helm as he leaned over her leaning into her body and listening to her whimpers and squeals as he forcefully took her virginity. She felt the pain of his intrusion and tried to bite the blankets as he rocked back and forth moving only a little bit inside her she whimpered beneath him, he was much bigger than her in height and size making this painful. Holding her hips he pushed deeper as she muffled her screams and whimpers into the blanket he stopped and moved the hand on her neck to her shoulder caressing her with his gauntlet.

He moved slower as he rocked back and forth hearing her start to whimper and moan again he smiled under his helm, he didn't want to hurt her but knew she needed to be punished he huffed and started to go faster and deeper making her cry out and yelp he closed his eyes to not focus on her pain as he pushed himself all the way into her. She held onto the blankets pulling them under her as she whimpered and screamed into them feeling him hit her cervix she yelped as he pushed firmly against it, she had tears in her eyes as he went faster making the bed creak as he slammed into her. His grip on her hips tightened as he increased the pace getting closer and closer with her tight tense scared body he was not going to last long, he was going to bruise her hips at this rate but he was so close especially feeling her cervix against the tip of his cock. She screamed not even trying to muffle herself in the blankets as he pushed into her as deeply as possible pushing her body firmly into the bed as he grunted, his cock twitching inside her as he shot rope after rope of his seed on her cervix. Riding out his pleasure he groaned as he slowly pulled out of her, the rough treatment leaving a trail of blood and a mix of their fluids trailing down her thighs staining her undergarments that were around her ankles.

She didn't move from the bed and stayed frozen as a soft cloth was dabbed against her rear she sat up turning over and faced him, he rubbed the cloth up her thighs and raised his left hand the gauntlet cupping her face and wiped away her tears with his thumb. As the seed slowly dripped out of her red and raw pussy she pulled the blankets up to her covering her body as he walked away. Picking up the white cloak he approached her and wrapped it around her gently.

"Keep it, it looks good on you," He said softly as he adjusted his trousers and buckled his belt turning towards the door and leaving her alone on his bed.

Emma sat there for a little unsure of what to do, he could have killed her or arrested her, or tortured her. She wasn't really sure of what he did, was this punishment or did he do this to be cruel for his own satisfaction. She wipes her still watery eyes as she leans forward grabbing the knife from her boot and holding it close to her under the mess of blankets, she wonders why he didn't confiscate the cloak and why he didn't put her to death if he knew she was an assassin. But her thoughts were soon interrupted by the door opening as he came back into the room, ducking slightly under the doorway holding a plate. He locked the door behind him and walked over putting the plate down on the bed beside her. She stared at the silver plate full of assorted pastries and some smoked meats, she still felt so hungry, especially with the warm buttery bread with smoked beef and salami.