~ SMUT WARNING. ~


Killian was guided through the halls and up two sets of stairs approximately 15 minutes later. Charlotte and Theresa had their arms looped through his, giggles escaping them as they walked along.

When they finally came to a halt in front of a large chestnut door on the third floor at the end of the hall, the two girls flashed him a sly wink and left him stood at the door as they walked away. He inhaled a deep breath as he knocked on the door.

After a moment, he heard a quiet "Come in." From the other side and twisted the knob in his hand before pushing the door open.

The room was massive in comparison to any other he'd ever been in. Deep crimson curtain were closed over tall windows. The carpet was a pale cream that matched the furniture near the ornate fireplace that blazed at one side of the room, filling it with warmth.

On the other side was a chestnut door he guessed went into a washroom and a big oak wardrobe. Candles were lit and scattered around on the different surfaces, bringing a warm and welcoming glow to the room.

When his eyes finally rested upon Aurora, he could already feel his trousers beginning to tighten.

She was laid naked on her back, her head resting against the headboard. The pins from her hair had been removed so mousy brown curls cascaded over her shoulder. Scarlet rose petals were scattered on the bed and over her form, covering the apex of her thighs and some of her breasts.

To Killian, she looked like a goddess. Like Aphrodite, the Grecian goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation. He'd heard about the goddess on his travels and this woman in front of him seemed to fit the description of her perfectly.

Aurora was looking at him with hooded eyes filled with concupiscence, her chest moving quickly with anticipation, causing a few petals to fall from their place. "You're still dressed." She breathed after a long moment of silence. At that, a devilish smirk curved his lips and he kicked the door shut with a foot as he began to shed his clothing.

He heaved a small sigh of relief as he shed his trousers, his hard cock springing free. Aurora beckoned him to her with a finger and he obliged, crawling across the bed until he reached her.

Killian brushed his lips to her own, the kiss slow at first but quickly moving into something more fervid and wanton. Her hand found his hair and she tugged at it as his lips moved to her neck and kissed hungrily at the porcelain pale skin there.

One of his hands was exploring her body, feeling every curve of it and brushing the petals away as he went until he reached the space between her thighs. Killian brushed the petals that were there away, Aurora allowing a soft whimper to escape her as his fingers brushed her slick folds.

The sound was so innocent, so unfamiliar. He wasn't used to such a teasing manner with the wenches he'd been with, nor she with the men she'd been with. It was usually just straight to it and hoping you didn't get any diseases, or in Aurora's case, pregnant.

His thick fingers probed at her sex, massaging her folds and earning him a soft moan and the buck of her hips against his hand as his teeth clasped around her pert nipple. He tugged it gently with his teeth as his free hand began to work the other.

Aurora was lost in the moment, writhing on the bed beneath him as he teased her most sensitive areas. It had never been like this. Never had a man appreciated her like this before.

She began to ache with need for him. "Killian..." Aurora's voice was barely a whisper. "Killian, I need...I need..." She couldn't seem to fathom the words she required to finish her sentence; but he understood all the same.

He tugged moved his lips to hers once more, one hand planted on the headboard to keep him from putting his full weight on her as he moved his other hand to position himself at her fervid entrance, eyes fixated on her own as she laced her legs around his waist.

Slowly, he eased himself into her, earning a loud moan of appreciation from her that he returned with a throaty groan of his own at how taut and ardent her walls were around him.

He allowed her a moment to adjust to his size before he pulled out to the tip and plunged back into her. Aurora's hips bucked against him to coincide with his thrusts as he began a steady rhythm. He planted his free hand beside her head as he picked up pace and she shifted her legs to pull him deeper into her, crying out as he hit a particularly sweet spot inside of her.

The only sounds filling the air were that of the fire crackling, flesh slapping flesh and the varying pitches of pleasured cries coming from both of them.

Aurora dug her fingers into Killian's back, leaving little crescent moons from where her nails had been.

Placing her hands on his chest, she flipped him onto his back. At first, he began to protest before he realised her plans. She quickly straddled his hips, resting her hands on his chest as she eased herself onto him once more. Killian's eyes snapped shut as she rocked her hips against his own.

He placed his hands on her creamy white thighs and bobbed her along his cock, making her moan out his name as her head tipped back.

Killian could feel he was nearing to release and began to pick up his pace as well as moving a hand to the apex of her thighs and massaging her swollen mound, intent on making her reach orgasm before he did.

Aurora whimpered and moaned, a shudder running through her. She cried out his name and some profanity along with it as she finally reached orgasm, spiralling into carnal bliss as her fingers clawed at his chiseled torso.

The sight of her writhing form atop him was all Killian needed to find his own release two thrusts later, a strangled groan escaping him as he spilled his load into her.

She climbed off of him and slumped into place beside him, her chest heaving with her panting and rose petals sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that layered her body.

Once his breathing had calmed, Killian twisted onto his side propped up by an elbow and Aurora mimicked his movements, brushing away a crimson petal that stuck to his sweaty shoulder. "I think you may just be the best fuck I've had." He said in a breathless tone and she giggled in response to his words.

"You mustn't have been with very good whores then, dear Killian." A thick brow cocked at her words, making her grin with playful mischief.

"How did you become so good at this?" He asked, genuinely intrigued as to how one so beautiful ended up in a place like this. She could have any man she wanted.

"My mother sold me to this place when I was just 15. The previous owner, Madame Sapphire, trained me on the art of pleasure until I was 17. She left this place to me when she died- Lord knows why- And I made it my own."

"So you're the new Madame Sapphire?" A chuckle escaped him as he spoke and her grin broadened.

"Nope. That was her name. Lady Silk they call me. You're one of the very few men who know my real name. But you merited that when you saved me this evening."

"Ah, that was nothing." Killian's shoulder lifted and dropped in a nonchalant shrug and his glance flickered away from hers.

Aurora tipped his chin until those magnificent blue eyes were looking back into her own, a weak smile curving her lips as she spoke. "It was not nothing. That drunken bastard would have raped me, maybe even killed me. You saved me from that, and that is a debt I could never repay."

Her words seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't see what he did this evening as good. He saw it as merely helping a damsel in distress. From a young age, Killian was never praised for any good he did, so since then he hadn't done any good. He lived a life of piracy; of being a no good scoundrel. And he liked it.

He never interfered with other people, but that evening he helped an innocent girl get out of a traumatic experience. He didn't even know her. "You're welcome, Aurora." He replied after a moments silence, tugging the silk sheet from under them and draping it over their bodies.

Aurora shuffled closer to him, feeling as exhausted as Killian did, and he draped an arm over her shoulder.

It wasn't long after that when they both fell to sleep, the fire warming them as they fell into an uninterrupted slumber and the sound of soft snoring filled the air.