Emerson and the Lion Ch. 11

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I turned to look at the cleric who was an older man with a trimmed white beard and traditional Arab clothing. He had a beautiful scarf around his neck with intricate patterns and gold trim. He was asking me questions and I looked at the translator who was waving for my attention.

"Emerson. Do you promise to obey Ali, to listen to his desires, care for his home, always provide a place of comfort and support? Do you promise to take care of his health, his heart, his needs? Do you promise to love and obey him as the head of your family, the leader of his pack? Will you be his helper, his lover, his friend? Do you promise to save your heart and body for him above all others?" The cleric asked.

"I do," I signed. Ali reached for my finger and slid on a platinum band with little diamonds laid in a line across the top. It fit perfectly and was warm from his sweaty palm.

"Ali. Do you promise to protect and care for Emerson? Will you listen to his thoughts and always consider his heart and well-being in every decision? Do you promise to provide for his life, comfort, and safety? Do you promise to be his caretaker when he is sick and his guide when he is in doubt? To always put his needs before your own?" The cleric said and the translator expressed.

"I do," he said and signed. Caleb touched my shoulder and I noticed he was kneeling behind me. He handed me a ring and I took it and placed it on Ali's finger.

"I will wear this until the day you decide to push me off of a cliff," Ali signed with a laugh that lit up his handsome, dark face and brilliant eyes.

The cleric said some other things that I'm sure were equally beautiful and meaningful, but I was too wrapped up in how handsome he looked in his suit kneeling in front of me. His neatly trimmed beard was damp with sweat. His large, Arab nose flared as he took me in with wide eyes.

"Beautiful," Ali mouthed in exaggerated lip movements that I recognized from when he looked down at me as he was sliding inside me. He said it so often to me and always ended by touching his tongue to his lips. It always made my hole twitch in need of his expert oral attention.

I didn't realize it was over until a satin cloth descended over our heads. Ali leaned in and kissed me with needy lips under the covering from the guests. I felt his hand reach down to cup my ass on the side out of sight of the guests. I needed him so badly.

We only had a few minutes under the cloth, and the cleric popped his head under it to check that we were finished. Ali nodded and the cleric took it away. We stood in front of the guests and Ali moved me in front of his bulge which was challenging the strength of the tailoring. He was as ready as I was to get back to our room.

But this part of the ceremony wasn't about us, it was about our guests, our family and support. We went back inside to find a table covered in gifts. Ali said they would be sent to our home and we could open them together in private after our trip.

We did the whole traditional American thing then of cutting up cake, shoving it in each other's faces. I sucked icing off his fingers for a little too long, and got excited looks from several guests. It was all kind of like a cheesy movie for this part. We danced together to a thumping beat that I could feel. I danced with his father, we took a ton of pictures. Everyone got to eat cake and drink champagne. Ali gave me a sip of his.

"I think we can sneak out now," Ali finally said after we'd hugged everyone in attendance. I had been picked up and hugged by a lot of strange men that night. I knew it made him uncomfortable as he liked to be the only one to touch me, but he had little control over his culture's norms.

I nodded my head vigorously and then he grabbed my hand. He pulled me quickly through the crowd as my body started to awaken to its sexual need. I was so hard by the time we made it to the elevator. He mashed the button with his hand and then pulled me into his chest.

We raced out of the elevator and he swept me up into his arms as he fished for the keycard from his pocket. And then he set me down on my feet as I watched his lips yell, "Fuck!"

"I forgot card to get in," he signed with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Kick door in!" I signed back. "I need you."

He laughed at that and then fished his phone from his pocket while squeezing the thick outline of his fat cock trapped in expensive pants. I sank to my knees and inhaled his bulge as I looked up at him with worshipping eyes.

He texted Samir to race up and let us in as I lipped at the outline of his bulge. He reached down and gripped a fistful of my hair as he ground his bulge against my lips and nose. I sucked at it not caring who might come by and see us. It was a small hallway with four different suites on this floor so we had a lot of privacy.

When the elevator door opened, Ali pushed me away and then reached down to pull me up into his chest. I buried my face into his shoulder as I caught sight of Samir and Caleb coming at us with a keycard. I was hit by Ali's sweat and cologne, the perfect mix of male that hung around him.

I looked over Ali's shoulder at Caleb who had a wicked grin.

"You're going to get royally fucked tonight," he signed.

"You too," I signed back.

"Oh yeah," Caleb agreed with a laugh.

Samir opened the door for us and Ali pushed in front of him and carried me off to the bed. I watched Samir bring Caleb in for a kiss as he closed the door. Ali stormed into our room and kicked the door closed behind us. He tossed me down on the bed and I slipped off my shoes as he went to get the tablet.

"I want you to hear my words," he said and showed me the tablet that translated his speech to text. He set it down next to me on the bed and folded the cover into a stand for it. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie as he looked down at me and licked his lips.

I got up on my knees and walked over to where he stood by the bed so I could kiss him. He slid off my suit jacket and tossed it across the room. He slid an arm behind my back and pulled me against him as his lips found mine. His hands went to my ass as his tongue went for my throat. His fingers poked near my hole at the seam. He pushed and pulled until the seam broke open and I pushed away from his kiss.

"Hey!" I signed. "These are expensive! You broke them?" I gave a confused look.

Ali reached for my tablet and said, "I had them loosely tailored. Trust me, love. I can buy you many many more." He laughed and pulled at the seam until the entire back pulled apart leaving my briefs as the only barrier to his favorite part of me. He emphasized this by pulling at my shirt and ripping off a few buttons so he could nibble on my chest. He leaned down and kissed and bit at my hardened nipples. He loved when they flared into angry pink spikes.

He reached in as his lips went back to kissing me and he pulled at the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down so my ass was exposed. My cock popped out, but was held in by the front of the pants which he had not yet attacked. He ground his bulge against mine as his tongue explored my mouth as though searching for treasure.

Ali pushed me away from him and then flopped down on the bed beside me. He unzipped the fly of his pants and freed his angry, thick cock. It was full and hard and arced up to his stomach. It leaked precum against his expensive shirt. He pushed his tie out of the way and gave it a stroke with one hand as he used the other to beckon me to his chest.

I knew what he wanted and I walked over to him on my knees. I straddled his lap and he pushed me by the ass up to his chest and then nudged me to flip over so I could suck on his cock.

I leaned down and nursed his throbbing monster as it pushed back against my throat. He leaned up and nuzzled his nose against between my cheeks and his tongue began to explore my hole. I moaned and bucked as he expertly opened me with his wiggly thick tongue. His cock pushed deep inside my mouth as he reached down and pushed my head to take more of it.

I looked at the tablet with one eye as I sucked his cock. He was talking all kinds of beautiful filth about how beautiful my pussy tasted and how much he loved it. My cock strained in my pants, but I knew he would only free it when he was ready. He wanted my pleasure to come from my hole rather than my cock. As much as I wanted to stroke it, I wasn't ready to break my vow to obey him, not just yet.

"Fuck, my baby sucks so good, I need inside you, my love. I need to make that pussy beg," Ali barked and the tablet translated. I looked back at him with a smile and nodded. I was ready for him.

We'd never had sex fully clothed. It felt odd and dirty and I wondered what we'd do with these suits after soiling them with sweat and cum. Ali pushed me back down on his cock and I deep throated it as I gagged and sputtered around it.

Something inside me felt different from that night forward. I'd always belonged to him, but now he'd made it official. I was more than his cub now. I was his husband, at least while we were in the state of New York.

New York, I realized we were there all of a sudden as his cock filled my gagging throat. I'd always thought someday I'd come here. I always thought I'd see the park and some crazy broadway show. Here I was, I thought to myself and then was interrupted by his two fingers clawing inside my needy hole.

"Ahhh fuckkkkk" I begged as he hit the spots he knew would make me twist and whine.

He pushed his way inside me and wiggled his fingers to stretch my hole. From anyone else this would seem mean. For his giant cock though, it was merciful preparation. I saw up on his fingers and started to bounce. He'd slicked them up with lube while I was lost in thought. He knew what I needed and how to make me lose my mind.

"Uhhhhh," I whined and bounced on his fingers while stroking his thick, arabian pipe.

I looked down at the tablet as I bounced and watched his words dance across the screen.

"I need you baby. I love you so much. I love my tight little pink pussy boy. You are mine, Emi. You are mine for always."

The last one said, "I fuck you now, my sweet love."

I turned and stared down at him with wide blue eyes. His focused lips formed a smile as our eyes locked.

"I need you," he signed after slipping his fingers from my twitching, desperate hole.

I nodded and turned around on him. I leaned down and kissed him as he angled his cock to my hole and began to push inside me. He'd lubed my hole well, but the fat cock still filled me to capacity. I rolled my eyes back in my head as he held me to his chest and started to push his cock up deeper into me. He went so slowly, millimeter by millimeter as he kissed me deeply and rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I nearly swallowed his tongue as I gasped for breath and whined. He still filled and stretched me after these years of working up to his supersized meat. It still hurt, but I knew how quickly that pain would fade as bliss filled me. I was buried in his arms against his cave of muscles. He held me so tightly that I knew nothing could ever touch me there. I was his, his boy, his heart, his love. I was his to hold and protect. He'd made it official and now he was owning the hole he'd pledged to protect.

"Fuhhh," I whimpered against him as he started to pound me. My body wasn't ready for it, but my heart needed it faster. I started to push against his cock to get it deeper, faster.

He reached for the tablet and set it beside his head. He wanted me to be present for everything he had to give me.

"Fuck you feel so tight my virgin baby. I am only one to seed my boy. No one will ever claim what is mine. I love you so much," he said as he nibbled on my cheek and drove his cock deep inside me. He was bouncing us together as he pounded my lubed up hole.

I kept fighting to keep my eyes open as he pounded me, but it felt too good. He was lighting up every little spot inside me as he took what was his.

"Fuckkk," I hissed as he drove deeper inside me. He licked and kissed my ear as he pounded me. "Aliiiii," I whined and bit down against his shoulder tasting a mouthful of expensive Italian shirt as my body thumped in sync with his.

"My baby," he said. He stopped and flipped me over so I was on my back. Our suits were a mess with torn shirts and pants, sweat and love as we clawed at each other and humped in deep sensual rhythm. His cock went past my comfort point and I cried out in pain, but it felt too good for him to stop. He was on top of me, driving his cock into my hole as my cock thumped against the cage of clothing. I rubbed it against his shirt and was leaking precum all over my briefs.

His sweat dripped off his forehead and hit me in the eye as I squinted and screamed for more. My cock started to throb in my pants as he fucked me and I knew I was cumming soon.

"I cum, daddy," I moaned. I'm not sure if I actually said that, but he got it. He looked down at me and nodded with that grin of pride that knew he could make me cum without ever touching my cock. I was his bottom baby and my pleasure came from him owning my hole like a champion. He knew how to drive his cock into me to push me over the edge and pull my body over the edge of climax.

He started to speed up his assault on my hole and my cock started to spew cum inside my pants. It filled it so much that it leaked through the fabric and I felt his body growl in approval as beads of cum bubbled up through the material.

"Ahhhhh," I panted and gasped as his fucking pushed every drop of cum out of my aching cock. I looked down to see my cock push white drops through the fabric covered bulge as he fucked me.

He used my distraction of climax to push deeper than he'd been in awhile inside me. He knew my gasping would open my hole to him. He took advantage and pushed in deep as my hole snapped closed around his cock and started to milk him for seed.

"Uhhhh," I whined as he started to shake and spew inside me. I watched his nostrils flare as his lips formed a perfect rectangle that bared his teeth to show his lion's primal lust. He was seeding his cub and he pushed into me as he filled me with his babies.

I bucked my hips wanting him deeper inside me. It felt so good to sacrifice my pain for his pleasure. I needed him in there. He needed to fill his boy. His body flailed a few times as his cock fired off inside me. My body clenched around him as it milked his cock. My hole knew its purpose was to receive its lion's seed.

He collapsed on top of me in a pile of flesh, cum, and sweat stained clothing. We breathed together as his lips kissed up my neck and cheek. He held me to him and I felt him whimper as he lipped my chin, my cheek.

I looked down at him. His eyes were so focused and looked pained.

"I love you," he mouthed.

"I love you," I tried to say.

He nodded and his lips spread into a smile.

He reached for my tablet and held it above our faces.

"I don't know what I would ever do without you. I am so lucky to have you," he said and the tablet translated to text.

I typed back, "I love you too. You never have to worry about life without me. I go where you go."

He nodded with his nose pressed against my cheek.

We ditched the suits in a pile in the corner of the room. I'm sure he would leave instructions for housekeeping. He carried my naked, exhausted, married frame off to the shower and we washed each other before falling asleep naked and curved into each other.

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The next morning we went to brunch with Ali's family. I belonged to them. They loved me like I was a native born son. After eating, Ali and I headed off for an attorney's office to sign forms and make things official.

"This is for us, Emi," he signed. "If anything happens to me, you can come back to the US and inherit all that is mine. It is all for you. I will provide for your safety and happiness long after I'm gone. This is my promise to always be your protector, provider, defender."

It felt so nice to sign my name as Emerson Hamad. I'd never known the Kelley's except for my mom. That name was a distant past. I was here in his world. I was his. We filled out an application for a new passport with his last name on me. He already had a visa for me from his country that was registered in his last name. I was already considered part of their family, one of their own.

We spent the rest of the week in New York with Caleb and Samir. We got to go to the zoo, we saw museums, bought a bunch of clothes and unnecessary items. His family had headed home by the next day except for Zaid who had taken his boys off to Montreal for a vacation. Our gifts were probably already loaded onto a ship or plane and headed back to Satra.

We sent Caleb and Samir off on the day before we headed back ourselves. I had gotten used to having Caleb beside me all week. I knew he was eager to get back to LA and his parties, friends, and life. I would miss him so much, but I was eager to get back to our quiet life in Satra as well. New York was a lot of fun, but it was so crowded and old. It felt like the past like a life I'd died from years before. Ali was my future.

"Where would my baby like to go to for dinner? It is our last night here," Ali signed as we woke up from a nap after sending Caleb and Samir off.

"I want to walk and see the city," I signed back with a yawn and then stretched. We cleaned up in the shower and then dressed in matching jeans and dark t-shirts. We walked down a few blocks and then ducked into a little cafe with Mediterranean food. We shared plates of chicken and hummus and veggies. We laughed about getting food that was better at home because we both missed his culture, my adopted culture.

"I want to go home. This isn't my culture anymore," I signed with lost eyes. He nodded and put his hand to my cheek.

"We'll go home tomorrow, my love," he signed as he chewed a slice of cucumber. He turned his head, burped, and then signed, "Excuse me" while he rubbed his full stomach. I laughed, he was always so defiantly male. He paid the check and we headed down to a club.

It was a gay club and he had to slip the bouncer a hundred to get me in. I'm sure he promised that I wouldn't drink anything. It was a promise he would keep. We had our rings on, we still hadn't taken them off. He got a drink for himself and a sprite for me and then we spent the evening on the dance floor. We danced together as I felt the rhythms of the music. He held me so close to him and nudged anyone who got too close to us.

So many guys tried to dance up on him. He never realized how handsome his dark piles of muscles was. Or maybe he did, but he acted as though they were trying to get to me. He would push them away gently, but I felt his chest growl when they got too close. He had nothing to worry about. I wasn't going anywhere.

The next morning we woke up and I sucked his cock while he flipped through emails on his tablet. I packed our bags while he ordered breakfast brought to the room. The housekeeping had kept up well with our laundry and the suits had been disposed of. It was easy to pack away our things that were neatly pressed and folded. I filled one carry-on with our clothes from the night before along with what we'd slept in.

We took a taxi to the airport and slept most of the plane ride home. We did have a four hour layover in London. We couldn't leave the airport since we didn't want to get entangled with their immigration so we hung out in the Satra Airways VIP lounge in a high deck with a view of a rainy countryside.

We had dinner, talked about our plans for the week, and then we saw Izem walk in. He was alone without his new boy. He saw us and his face lit up as he swaggered over to us and pulled up a barstool. He put his arm around me and leaned in for a hug. I smelled the alcohol on his breath. He leaned over to kiss Ali on the cheek.