Emma was perfection.

Baileysh gently settled her back onto the bed in the cabin they'd been given. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but he knew she would. The magic took just a bit of time, and Baileysh knew this.

Emma was wrapped in a white sheet; her bloodied, ruined clothing had been discarded and already, Baileysh had acquired new things for her along with everything else they needed. If nothing else, Zeon's crew was impressively equipped for any eventuality.

But Baileysh had no concerns at that moment aside from Emma. He'd taken care of her wounds; they would not heal, exactly, but they would seal and not cause trouble.

Gently, he unwrapped the sheet, brushing Emma's hair from her face first, and then adjusting her arms...

Oh, he'd been so very lucky to have been able to retrieve her before anything else untoward had happened to her. She was beautiful and looked very nearly asleep.

But her breasts, still firm, did not rise or fall. That could be overlooked, Baileysh thought as he reached to caress one. Her cool skin did not deter him as he circled his fingers around her nipple.

Carefully, he repositioned her arms again, thinking about the many times he'd undressed her before and laid her out before him, reveling in her playful protests poorly disguising enthusiastic assistance.

Peeling away more of the sheet, Baileysh ran his fingers over the flat of Emma's stomach. She'd not held on to any of the weight from her dear Rachel, nor had the years affected her beyond the tiniest bit of softness that she hadn't had in her younger years.

And then he unwrapped the last bit of the sheet, letting him adjust Emma's legs to what looked like a more comfortable position. Her feet were soft and well cared for, nails trimmed, needing no further work. Her calves were slim, and her thighs inviting.

Baileysh had intended to wait, truly, until his dear Emma had woken up, but as he stroked her thighs, pale skin soft beneath his hands, he saw no reason to wait.

Gently, he spread her legs and shivered in anticipation. His cock was already half-hard beneath his robes...

He'd asked for a bottle of oil and been given one - quickly Baileysh grabbed it from the bedside table where he'd set it before he'd taken Emma for her... treatment.

The stopper came out easily and Baileysh poured a bit onto his fingers. It was cool, with just a hint of a sweet scent. Perfect, for what he needed, he thought as he rubbed it with his thumb before reaching down between Emma's thighs.

In the past, she'd crept into his bedchamber while he slept and slipped into his bed, her hands fondling him as though he wouldn't wake...

Baileysh slipped his fingers between her labia, oil slicking his movement. His thumb found her clitoris and he groaned as he gently rubbed it.

It was not difficult to spread her legs and pour a bit more oil, pressing inside with his fingers to make sure she was ready for him. They'd need this now, Baileysh knew. Slick and sweet and ready for him...

Oh, how he'd once tried to ignore her touches, her adoration... As if he could sleep through her stroking him hard and her own little gasps as his cock moved in her hands.

Quickly, Baileysh got to his feet and began removing his own clothing. While he'd been particular with Emma's new attire, his own was just draped over a chair, trailing onto the cabin floor. He had other concerns.

He reached for the oil again once he was back on the bed, coating his cock before pressing the stopper back in and setting it aside. Emma was waiting for him, almost like she was playing her own little sleep game.

His lips met hers, soft and cool, before Baileysh trailed down, mouth on one breast while he stroked himself a couple of times to make sure he was ready.

And then he shifted, shifted himself and Emma, positioning the tip of his cock at Emma's vagina and then carefully pushing himself in. The coolness around him was not a deterrent and the oil did its job. After a few shallow thrusts, Baileysh slid all the way in, pausing before pulling back.

Emma would open her eyes soon; he was sure of that. Until then, he thrust, watching the bounce of her breasts and remembering the last time they'd been together, her mouth on his cock, his hands in her hair...

She'd looked at him with eyes full of devotion, and he'd given her all she desired.

The noises she'd made after, when he'd knelt before his queen, his beautiful daughter...

Emma moaned, softly, her eyelashes fluttering. Baileysh reached down to rub her oiled clit and she gasped. He thrust, he moved, and as Emma reached for him, Baileysh could not contain himself. The slow pleasure that had been building crashed through him, in his fingers and toes, everywhere as he came shockingly hot inside Emma's cool body.

And she shivered beneath him, shaking as he guided her into her own orgasm as he made his last slow thrusts.

Baileysh did not pull out. Instead he just tried to catch his breath. Emma no longer needed to catch hers. She just looked at him, and reached down to the wound that would forever mark her. All that had happened, all that she was now-- Baileysh saw her understand.

"Oh, Baileysh..." Her voice was rough.

"Baileysh... I am going to kill her."

His Emma was perfection.

Sefer looked at what he'd written and then closed his private diary. Some things didn't need to be recorded into the airship's logs, after all. Using skills he hadn't had reason to practice in quite some time-- Yes, that was to be kept between him and the nobleman who'd given him quite the pile of coins.

Nobody would notice if he took a quick catnap. Surely, the beautiful sleeping lady would be waking at any time.

Perhaps a bit of his profit could go into the general fund without a lengthy explanation. It wasn't as if he needed much at the moment.

Sefer reached for another book.

Services rendered.

Once the ink was dry, he closed those pages as well. No need to think any further on it.

A nap sounded quite nice.