Part 2 : I'm falling, and no one is going to catch me.
Author's note : Pairing : Emma/Neal/Henry (so INCEST and threesome, too. And lemon) + Emma/Fiona.
Emma Swan didn't forget anything, at least, not now.
The Black Fairy refused to offer her this pleasure.
(Well, she would allow her to have other, so it didn't matter.)
She knew what Henry or Neal forgot, but she didn't care now, she didn't care about all these horrible things which happened before.
In another time, before, as Fiona's magic still didn't invade her, she would have cared, in fact, she did care before.
In fact, it was what destroyed her, in the past.
But now ?
It didn't concern her anymore, and she was smiling, unconscious of so many things, that it would have been impossible to list all of them
The only thing she wanted, at this precise instant, it was to erase all these horrible memories of her memory, and to replace them by other. What she wanted, it was to make disappear this fire which invaded her, and never left her since this moment where she saw Henry and Neal together.
Since this moment, where, slowly, as Fiona's magic was more and more going into her, something was wakening up, something bad and dark.
But it didn't matter, right ?
She was looking at Neal and Henry, who were just in front of her, and she was smiling. It was coming from Fiona, who woke up her darkest desires, the worst, in fact, things she wasn't even conscious of this before.
Emma remembered her pain, her distress, before and after her death, she remembered Regina, and her parents.
She didn't want to remember anymore.
And it was going to happen soon, she knew it, in a short time, she wouldn't remember.
Not anymore, just as before, as during the curse.
Oh, how easy everything seemed to be at this moment !
Painful, right, but at least, she still had some certitudes.
She preferred madness and this golden prison, instead of being sane and full of despair. She preferred to forget, rather than these painful memories.
Yes, Emma Swan was ready to sell her soul to the devil, to be able to finally be happy.
(Especially when the devil in question had such a pretty face.)
The devil was just here, by the way, behind her, and when Emma turned back, feeling her presence, the monster began to smile to her.
And she replied to it, of course.
Fiona was really satisfied of this situation, as she was the one who made it happen. The fairy saw the confused look of Neal and Henry, who must be asking themselves what was happening, who was this woman, and why she was here.
Emma was devouring her with her eyes, and Fiona almost blushed.
(The last time it happened was when she still was with Malcolm. A long time ago, then.)
Henry then frowned.
"Excuse-me ? He asked Emma. But… who are you ?"
Fiona almost applause to it, as she saw her spell was working perfectly. Henry didn't remember Emma, just as it was supposed to be.
Her life was perfect !
Someone who would have been sane and who have known everything about the situation would have clearly screamed, been horrified and disgusted toward this (Or in a completely admiration.)
But her, she was smiling.
Just as Emma, who seemed to find what was happening now very ironic.
She could have answered, talked, confessed everything, and then she would have made him suffer this way.
I'm your mother.
(It would have changed nothing.)
But, as Emma Swan was more and more disappearing, replaced by another person, maybe there was still good in her, maybe she didn't want to break him.
(And who knows, maybe he would have laughed too ?)
"I am Emma Swan."
And of course, they didn't recognize the name.
And Fiona was clearly enjoying this.
The taste of victory never felt so good, she realized, as she saw them look at each other, as she saw Emma giving up more and more, giving in too.
I am going to destroy you.
Or, well… you're going to destroy yourself.
She came closer to Emma, still smiling, as the Savior herself. They were both smiling, seeming to be on the same page, well, it's the way Neal and Henry perceived it.
These one felt without understand it that the Black Fairy's magic was now more and more invading them.
The fairy put her hand on Emma's cheek, caressing it lightly, a thing Emma let happen.
"You know what you have to do, she whispered very softly, and Emma shivered, nodding her head."
Fiona's smile became vicious.
Fall, my dear.
Fall, and look at them falling too.
Fall, and watch the world burn.
Before she left, the fairy took her into an embrace particularly tender, well, this is the way Neal and Henry saw it.
They didn't see how much it was ferocious in reality nor how much the fairy was making her control on the young woman stronger, who didn't even try to resist.
Emma wasn't here anymore, she was nothing and no one.
Just a doll, a puppet, under Fiona's control, manipulated by the witch's magic, not wanting to resist anymore. After she was broken by her, she just wanted the pain to stop.
Even if she had to do the worst for this.
Even if she had to do what Henry and other did before her.
Even if she had to loose herself.
It was just the beginning of the horror.
§§§§
Emma, just as the two other, was still dressed up, which was logical, as Fiona stopped her before they went really far.
Which didn't change what Fiona's magic did to her.
That is to say, what she already did to Henry, Blue, or even Neal.
She was making her loose all her marks, and was making appear in her some desires which should have never existed.
It was a dark, terrible magic, which ruined everything and destroyed everything which could be good.
Before, Emma would have cared about it.
But now ? She completely didn't.
What did she want ? Them, she wanted them. And this, since this moment where she saw them, when she was still a ghost. She should have hated herself for that, she should have tried to resist, to fight, as she always did.
She should have wanted to scream.
It was her task, to loose herself, and force herself to forget.
Forget the dead one.
Forget that Henry used to be her son (was he still ? She didn't even know. Maybe not. But well, who cared ?)
She just wanted to remember how much she loved them.
And she was going to show them, right now.
Rapidly, without them waiting for it, she just threw herself on Neal, and kissed him with passion, a thing which didn't happen between them since years.
(Especially when you counted in it the years of the curse made by Fiona. Well, it's not as if they remembered it.)
She missed it, she suddenly realized. The Savior was not herself anymore, and all the memories she ever had of Killian or Regina (or even Graham or Walsh) were more and more disappearing.
Her spirit was now losing itself, she realized.
As she still kissed Neal, she began to smile, and when their lips split, she burst into laughter. The young man looked at her with surprise, not really disturbed by the kiss, but rather by her laugh.
Henry approached them too, a little disconcerted by her attitude.
"What's wrong ? Emma's former boyfriend asked her.
- Nothing, she lied, still smiling."
The world is falling, just under our eyes.
All of this is just a great joke.
And I have just one thing to say.
Let's enjoy it.
The magic present there was spoiling everything, was around them, and Emma was letting herself fall into it. She kissed again Neal, and this time, he replied to the kiss with joy, not being able to resist to Fiona's toxic influence.
Henry then rapidly joined his lover, almost seeming to be jealous to be left behind, and Emma welcomed him with pleasure.
Her own brain was still full of all these memories, the death of the other, her own suicide, and all these other things.
Fiona seemed to take a great pleasure not to take these memories from her, as she did with Henry, it seemed like the fairy wanted the young woman to want it. To desire what was going to happen.
And what was just happening, right now.
Without any hesitation, she also threw herself on Henry, embracing him, then kissing him, while Neal was still on her side.
She smiled.
She was happy.
§§§§
The fire which took her during this terrible day where she surprised them together took her again. And Emma was sure that it had to be the case of the two men present with her.
(And she blessed Fiona's magic, ignoring how much her twisted spirit, which had been destroyed by this last one, was wrong.)
She was herself using it to use her magic, with a use not really…. orthodox and usual, even Gold would have not approved it.
But his point of view didn't matter !
(In fact, at this moment she was certainly not thinking about him...)
There was no words between them, in fact, everything happened in an almost perfect silence, and Emma didn't even realize that her attitude was just awful, as she was acting just as Fiona did, with the same methods that the one she used to hate.
But, as she was feeling Neal's and Henry's hands on her body, she didn't take this into account.
To find their way to the bed was not really difficult, even if it took them some seconds. Everything happened really fast, but none of them complained about it, as they didn't have the control of anything, ignoring too that Fiona's look was on them.
Emma felt a deep excitation invade her, as she knew how close she was from her purpose, close from forgetting, being just obsessed by this. She kissed Neal again, who was under her, and she began to undress all of them. (Herself, as Neal and Henry.)
She made a moan of relief, seeing that, this time, she wouldn't be stopped, just as the other time, and that she would not have to face her frustration. Her skin was shivering, and she then stick her body against the one of the two men of her life.
They were now naked, together, stick to each other, and Emma realized she wouldn't have wanted to be somewhere else.
Maybe that it was bad, maybe. More than just maybe, by the way.
And she knew it, at a time.
But now, she didn't care anymore.
As Henry's hands were normally wandering on her body, the young woman was kissing Neal, again and again, and she moaned with pleasure when she felt his hands caress her chest.
Emma was smiling, ecstatic, not caring about anything, except about what was happening to her, right now.
She sighed again, as Neal's hands were now going on her breasts, again, and this time, she kissed Henry, happy of what was happening to her.
She would have never wanted this to stop, even for everything in the world, as she felt her excitation grow more and more, almost hurting her.
And Emma felt that it was his case too, and again, without waiting, she impaled herself on his member, screaming with relief.
And more and more, as the back and forth were going faster, faster and faster, she began to loose conscious again, trying to more and more forget all of this, all these damn memories, which hurt her so much.
She was smiling, again and again, a smile which could have seemed to be false, before, before Fiona's magic possessed her, invaded her more and more, until it made her completely disappear.
And she didn't care anymore about it.
Emma was feeling good, here, in Neal's arms, against Neal, as Neal was in her.
She finally had a scream of joy, in the end, and fell on Neal, her look and her face full of ecstasy.
But it was not over, obviously, and Fiona was not going to let her go just like that, it was then Henry's turn, and Emma went into his arms.
And what happened then is just theirs…
§§§§
It was not enough.
Of course, it was coming from Fiona.
The two other were sleeping, and Emma was staying here, pensive.
Waiting.
What, well, she didn't know.
But Fiona more or less made her a promise, so, she was going to keep her promise, right ?
And suddenly, Emma began to be afraid.
What if it was not the case ?
What if the fairy didn't come back ?
This fear was absurd, this, it was an evidence, and what Emma couldn't perceive, it's that the fairy would never leave her alone.
(Well, would never leave them alone.
But this, it would be for later.)
And she was waiting, not understanding what was bad in her attitude or in her actions, perverted as she was by Fiona's magic, which was manipulating her perceptions and her judgment.
Well, everything appeared as being bad for her.
And the worst of this, is that she still didn't know it.
The Savior who was not a Savior anymore (who didn't know if she was. Or who didn't want to be, which was the same) was now wandering in this room, not being conscious of many things.
Except one.
She wanted to see Fiona again.
§§§§
Emma's absence from the world of the dead was not unnoticed by the other, as there were a lot of people who cared for her and were used to see her regularly.
In fact, everyone panicked a little when they realized that the Savior was now gone.
Regina, for example, came to talk to Arthur, but this last one, unfortunately, had no information to give to them.
The former Savior's family then stayed desperate, not knowing what was happening in the other world, more or less at the same moment.
Ignoring how much they lost her, and this, forever.
Not knowing what happened to her, not knowing her fate, nor the fact that she was happy of this one.
Not knowing what happened in Storybrooke, or what they lost in there.
§§§§
Emma had a sigh mixed with relief and joy when she saw that she was not anymore in the same room as Neal and Henry, but back in the home office.
Oh, and she was still naked, of course.
Fiona couldn't help, she gave her an appreciative look, happy of how things were going, a thing Emma seemed to be too.
The Savior was smiling to her, a little as if she already forgot all the things the monster in front of her was able to do to her, as if all her crimes didn't matter.
And the fairy smiled to her too, a smile which was too seductive.
Slowly, she approached her new victim, consenting victim, this time – that Blue was not at first – but that she was going to destroy despite this. Because she was the Savior, and because she already broke her into pieces.
And she was going to do this again.
With joy, happiness, and pleasure.
And one of the most wonderful things in this, was that she was going on herself between the hands of her torturers.
Asking for forgetting and forgiveness from the one who destroyed everything, ruined everything, perverted everything.
Forgetting and forgiveness because she was not able to believe.
Forgetting and forgiveness because she couldn't save her family.
Forgetting and forgiveness because she was not the Savior her son deserved, because she didn't save him.
She didn't want to be Emma Swan anymore, to be the Savior, it was too painful.
She wished she was nothing.
And it was what Fiona was going to allow her to be, and she felt another excitation take her at this single thought.
It was awful, yes.
But, as Henry in the past, she had the right to do this, okay ?
Emma didn't resist when the Black Fairy came against her, and began to kiss her, with no chastity, and without caring about her nudity. She replied to it obviously, because, she knew it, it was what she wanted.
And it didn't matter that what used to be good in her was now screaming with horror.
She didn't care.
Again, as she did some hours ago, she began to undress her, sighing even more when she felt no resistance from this one.
Fiona was smiling, happy that she succeeded to manipulate the one who should have destroyed her, and she felt the same excitation that she felt before she got the chance to destroy Blue.
Because she would again pervert one of the people the most full of light she ever knew, and that this person was going to love this.
The Savior's hands began to go on her body, and she let her do this, happy to see her former enemy being so enthusiastic about it. The two women were now both naked, and the immortal then pushed the former Savior on the bed which was still in the home office, where Emma had been tied up not a long time before.
Fiona was exulting, feeling again the power vibrate in her, seeing the Savior let her do to her everything she wanted to, the eyes in the vague, and full of admiration, of love.
The Black Fairy kissed her again, full of the satisfaction of knowing that she made her come on her side. Through magic, destruction, and manipulation, indeed.
It didn't ruin her victory at all.
She then decided to act, seeing that the Savior just let herself being manipulated by her, and it just made her joy being more great, as she remembered the young woman's combative attitude that she used to have before she died.
Emma then suddenly panted, as she was feeling Fiona's hands on her breasts.
"Tell me, darling, the mayor whispered in a voice which made her melt. What do you want ?
- Make me forget ! Emma exclaimed, in the same state of her son, when this one decided to give up. Oh, please, Fiona, make me forget everything."
She was confusing everything, not knowing anymore on which side she was, nor even on which side Fiona might be. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted one thing : forgetting.
And not to be hurt anymore too.
Fiona smiled, with her sadistic, vicious and cruel smile, that Emma just interpreted as being the sign of her future freedom.
"It's almost done", she said with her charming voice, and Emma had a sight of relief and ecstasy.
Sight which rapidly became a scream, as Emma was feeling for some second Fiona's mouth on her left breast, before the fairy's hand lost itself between her thighs.
Emma then began to moan, welcoming this hand in her with delight, as Fiona was raising up her head to look at her.
It shouldn't have happened, well, this was what Emma's rational part of her brain was trying again and again to tell her, even if it was now almost mute because of Fiona's magic. It was the same as with Henry, in the end. Even if she desperately wanted to forget, something in her stopped her from doing this.
The fact that she was the Savior, maybe, and…
Oh…
As she was feeling Fiona's hand continuing to move faster and faster, Emma told herself that she didn't care about anything anymore, except what was happening to her.
The curse and the rest didn't matter at all.
She was finally forgetting everything…
§§§§
Fiona was really having fun with herself, right now, in a maximal level, even more than when she looked at them, because, there, it was happening to her.
It was her who was going to make Emma loose herself, not Henry or Neal.
And this, she adored it.
She couldn't help but moan with satisfaction as Emma, hungry, was kissing her a new time.
"Oh… but you're insatiable, right ? Fiona whispered, still looking at her, happy of what she was seeing.
Happy that she was seeing Emma disappear more and more, not being this Savior she hated so much. Happy to see her grow and change, replaced by someone else, someone who would be anything but Emma Swan.
And who would be completely devoted to her, of course.
Emma was still stuck to her, still feeling her hand between her thighs, caressing her without stopping. Emma's screams of pleasure were now resonating in the entire home office, and Fiona almost hoped that her screams could be heard in the world of the dead.
It would have made her revenge even more delicious…
Emma's look was more and more steamy, as she was lost, by magic and pleasure, abandoning herself to Fiona's caresses, feeling little by little all her terrible memories disappear, replaced by new one.
Other, far better, where she was at Fiona's mercy, and where this one was doing of her everything she wanted to.
And where, finally, finally, she was not suffering anymore.
Ignoring that she should have fought, resist, act as the Savior she still was.
(She still had her magic, after all.)
Fiona kissed her again, and, still touching her, with a certain perversion, she began to talk to her.
"I killed your parents, she told her with sadism.
Emma was not listening anymore.
- I destroyed and perverted your son.
She was just feeling the pleasure, and the love she was feeling for Fiona.
- I killed and sent your family in the realm of the dead.
Emma just came closer to her, just wanting to feel even more her fingers in her.
- I destroyed you, and yet, you adore me."
The former Savior frenetically nodded her head, loosing herself more and more, and feeling close, so close…
"Emma Swan, do you still want to be the Savior ? The terrible and monstrous fairy asked her.
- No ! The one who was manipulated hiccuped. No more. Oh, please, Fiona, I beg you, not anymore !
- Alright… Perfect. This is exactly what I wanted you to want."
Fiona's magic then acted again on her, taking from her all the magic she still had, and Emma felt a wave of pleasure, facing these words invading her, barely understanding what they meant.
The two women made this deal by kissing each other, and Fiona finally let Emma come, and this one screamed.
The one who couldn't be called the Savior anymore then fell on the bed, under the Black Fairy's satisfied look, who was above her.
"Goodbye Emma, the fairy told her with tenderness, kissing her one last time. And… I will see you tomorrow.
- Yes… Emma answered with a weak voice, not being able to resist to anything coming from Fiona. Tomorrow."
Some seconds after, the young woman realized that she was now back in Neal's and Henry's bed, between the two of them, and she just smiled, thanking then Fiona.
That is to say the one who destroyed her, ruined her, broke her into pieces, made her commit suicide, and made her all family disappear.
But this, Emma didn't remember it anymore, the dark and black magic of the fairy made all her memories disappear.
Or maybe not…
Maybe that, in reality, in the deep of herself, Emma remembered, just a little.
Maybe that in her perversion, Fiona just let her some fractions.
And maybe that, also in the deep of herself, the former Savior was truly aware of her degradation.
Maybe that she loved it, twisted as she was by Fiona's evil magic, and her corrupting influence.
But the thing is that, lying in this bed with her two lovers, Emma Swan realized that she was deeply in love with Fiona.
§§§§
After her task was accomplished, Fiona went to the prison where her favorite prisoners were locked up, and, as she saw them together, as in old good time, she couldn't help but smile.
An evil and perverted smile, of course.
She almost joined them immediately, but she didn't.
These two people still had a job to do.
After all, not everyone came back to Storybrooke.
And the game was just beginning…
To be continued…
