I own no one but my own people
"Hook, I didn't expect to see you back in port so soon."
The black haired pirate gifted the tall blonde woman a smug grin. "You know I couldn't stay away from you for long, Mal."
Mallory Dragoon was living breathing sex packed into a leather clad 5'9 blonde hair and blue eyed woman.
She wore tight constricting corsets that just barely came up above her nipples and long layered skirt that could come off in a quick pull of hers, or her partners, hands and leather boots that added an extra nine inches to her already impressive height.
And she was every pirate who walked into her bar/whore house; 'The Dragon's Lair' ultimate fantasy, present company much included.
But being the owner of a dock side brothel frequented by seedy pirates and other disreputable patrons and not one of its employees had its advantages. The number one being that she didn't have to actually sleep with any of the men that visited her establishment in order to get their hard earned stolen coin.
She did, however, have a particular fondness for one member of Hooks loyal crew...
"Where's the wench?" Mal asked as she placed a pitcher of dark colored ale in the center of their table. "She isn't joining you tonight?"
"Afraid not, Lass. I offered but she said she wasn't up to drinks tonight."
"Probably still tuckered out from her little rendezvous with the prince earlier," one of the crew snickered, pulling a passing red headed bar wench into his lap who giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck in a perfectly trained response.
Mal raised a thin manicured brow at the crewman's proclamation while Hook shot him such an icy glare it was a miracle he didn't freeze on sight.
"He meant me." Hook turned his face away from the crewman who didn't appear to notice what he did wrong or if he did he was too distracted by the pair of double D's his face was buried in to care and back towards the Madame. The way his smile barely reached his steely blue eyes screamed the truth he was hiding. "Captain Hook, prince of the seven seas."
"Uh huh…" Mal put her hands on the shoddily made wooden table and leaned in close to the pirate captain. She lowered her usually deep voice to barely a whisper. "Are you sure you don't mean some OTHER more literal prince…? Like say a prince that some saw walk into your ship this morning? Along with a certain blonde princess?"
Even if it hadn't been very believable the smile he had flashed at her fell from his face. His eyes darted around the crowded loud room as if he were sure every patron and worker would be looking at him waiting to confirm or deny the blondes words. He finally turned back to Mal and cleared his throat, leaning in closer to the woman who always seemed to know about not just the Jolly Roger but every ship that sailed on the seas and the plots planned by the man who sailed them.
It infuriated the captain that she knew so much but at the same time he couldn't begin to count how many times she had warned him and others that sailed under the skull and crossbones flag about plans of naval vessels boarding ships or plans to make arrests.
"What have you heard?" the captain muttered almost too low for her to hear.
"Enough."
Hook glanced around the room once again before he stood and took Mals hand. He led her to her office in the back, shutting the door behind the two of them but listening intently in case anyone was lurking with an ear pressed against the heavy wooden door.
"What do you know?" he demanded the madame. "How do you know, who told you?"
Mal snickered as if he had asked something rather humorous as she slaughtered over to her crowded desk, pouring herself a healthy glass of sweet red wine and taking a slow sip before she answered. "My entire establishment is designed to make men happy. Men talk when they're happy. You really think the other sailors wouldn't talk about how they saw the Prince of Nottingham and Princess of Misthaven being brought aboard Captain Hooks ship? Not to mention you took David Nolan's precious little swan. He's going to have every ship in the Navy after you quicker than you can say 'cannon fire'. I can't even begin to imagine the reward he's going to offer to any man who can rescue the insipid brat."
"I'm aware of that funnily enough."
"I'm sure you are. A smart man like you would have to be." She took another swig of wine. "John Locksley on the other hand, he could care less about 'the righteous lion' when he's too busy worrying about where he's going to get money for his next visit to the 'Dog House'."
"How is Cruella doing by the way?"
"My point is," she said rather dryly as she sat in the overstuffed dark purple chair and leaned back in it, placing her hands on the arms of the chair rather suggestively. "You're gonna need an ally on land. Someone whose girls service her majesty's loyal sailors and whose bartender overhears drunken soldiers discuss their plans, that way they can get word to you."
Hook leaned back against the wall, crossing his arm in front of his leather clad chest. "Let me guess. You want to be the ally?"
"For a reasonable fee of course."
"Of course."
Hook pursed his lips for a moment, figuring the numbers in his head and trying to decide how much of the ransom his crew would be willing to part with without the word 'mutanty' being tossed around which was the whole reason he decided on the kidnapping plot to begin with.
"I can do 2,000 copper," he offered, being met with a scoff.
"I make that much on a Friday night. I want 100,000 gold from each."
"You might as well take the whole damn loot, Mal. 10,000 copper."
"75,000 gold."
"25,000 silver."
"50,000 silver if both of them give up the goods 30,000 if only one of them meet your demands."
Hook stuck out his good hand. "It's a deal, Lass."
Mal looked like she was going to shake it before she took her hand away. "And you tell the wench she's to come visit me before you set sail again."
"If I'm allowed to watch," he added with a smug grin that she didn't react to with anything besides a stone face.
"Fine, we set sail tomorrow afternoon I'll have her visit you in the morning. I'll try not to wear her out tonight…"
The pirate and madame struck their bargain with a firm handshake and without another word Hook headed back out to his table, downed the rest of his drink and headed back to his ship where he was informed that both messengers had returned from their individual missions and were waiting for him in his cabin.
It was twice the size as the second biggest cabin, which just so happened to belong to Regina with a feather bed with black silk sheets and a heavy black comforter to stay the cold from an frigid night out on the ocean. A black sea chest was beside his bed full of his treasures collected from his lifetime on a sea; some of it worth its weight in gold but many of it worthless except to the captain who collected it. Locks of hair from women be laid with, mugs from the taverns they visited when they pulled into a new port, ancient maps drawn on yellowed parchment, brass instruments meant to help him navigate the stars, dozens of books written in languages that he had mastered as proof he wasn't just some brainless pirate...
Like Regina there was a large wardrobe painted black instead of red in the corner full of his clothing but unlike Regina, the windows were open as wide as they could be to allow the smell of salt and sea and shore into his room. To the captain nothing smelled as pleasant as the smell of a bright blue ocean and nothing sounded as beautiful as the call of the seagulls and crashes of the waves.
"So what do you have for me?" Hook asked as he sat at his desk, a handsome piece of craftsmanship that held star and nautical maps, other important papers, a bottle of wine, his spyglass and various different things. "Did it go well or were their issues?"
The deckhand that visited Snow and Charming spoke first. Telling him that it went well, that Hook could have asked for the key to Misthaven and they would have given it to him and he may wanna think about increasing the ransom request.
The captain smirked as he leaned back in his chair, pouring himself a celebratory goblet of wine and drinking heavily from it. "Good. Let the king be the fearful one for a while. How did it go in Nottingham?" he asked the other, far less excited, deckhand.
"He called your bluff," he muttered unhappily. "Said that you wouldn't kill the prince and risk your ransom if he did anything to me."
"Smart man," Hook mused to the disappointed deckhand. "What else did he say?"
"He didn't seemed all that concerned, Captain. He just said to give this to you and only you." He reached into his satchel and pulled out the scroll the king had gave him earlier that morning the parchment still sealed with the wax lion of Locksley royalty.
Hook raised a brow but nevertheless took the message from his deckhand and broke the seal.
"One million gold to kill the prince," it read. "Send a crewman with your answer soon. Signed the King of Nottingham, Jonathan of House Locksley, the fifth of his name."
Hook leaned back in his chair, his mind whirling with the apparent new offer. Could this be a trick? A trap to ensnare the pirate? Regicide was the worst crime you could commit in this realm so if Hook agreed to murder the prince that could mean not only a lengthy prison sentence but a noose around his neck. Or perhaps while the king turned his back his crewman stole his wax and seal and wrote it on his own.
But if this was a genuine offer…
Hook was a pirate yes. He killed, he pillared, he stole, he burned ships in the middle of the ocean with sailors still aboard, but murder for hire? That was a dirty business even for him, one he really had no interest in taking part in.
It's a trap. It has to be. No man would pay to have their son not to mention their royal heir murdered.
...Right?
Hook read over the message again, pursing his lips at the hastily scratched letters and racking his brain to remember what he knew about Nottingham and the royal family that ruled there.
It was a kingdom that was so far inland that he doubted the prince even saw the ocean before his short lived honeymoon. A land full of forests and rivers and poor farmers far away from the seas so Hook had no real reason to learn about it much less learn about rather or not the relationship between the king and prince was a happy one.
"How did the King react when you gave him the ransom letter?" the captain asked, hiding the letter from the eyes of his crew. If they found out they could make an easy million in gold by murdering the prince...
"He was less upset than I thought he would be," the deckhand admitted. "Didn't even seem to care that we had the prince I'd say."
Hook pursed his lips for a moment before he ordered the two deckhands to bring the prince to his chambers and reminded them that five minutes afterwards he was to bring Regina up there as well.
Minutes later the deckhands brought in a struggling Robin to his chambers.
"Tie him face up to the bed," Hook said with a dismissive wave of his hand not even looking up from the message from the king.
If either deckhand found the request odd they didn't mention it and just did as they were told. Robin fought tooth and nail and nearly got away from them but one well placed hit to the head that made him dazed for just the right amount of time. They managed to bind him to the bed with his arms bound above him and tied his ankles together before fastening them to the foot of the bed.
"Whatever you plan you won't get away with it," Robin snarled, sounding far braver than what he was feeling, his mind whirling with reasons why he might have been dragged from his slumber to the captain's chambers.
Perhaps Hook wanted Robin out of the way so his crew could do what they wanted to his princess. Perhaps they weren't going to touch her and merely wanted to mentally torture him with the idea that they were. Perhaps Hook was into both men and women!and while he gave commands to his crew not touching Emma, he gave no such orders regarding himself touching Robin. Perhaps-.
"Your relationship with your father," Hook interrupted the princes increasingly dark thoughts once the two men were alone. "Is it good?"
The question stunned him but after a moment of recovering Robin shook his head. "No, I'll not succumb to your tricks, I'm not answering any questions of yours."
"It's not a trick, Locksley."
"It is a trick!" he barked. "I'm not going to help you random my wife and I!"
The pirate threw a sharp glare at the man in front of him before he snatched the paper from the surface and shoved it in the prince's face.
"That's your father's bloody signature isn't it?" he barked, already losing his temper with the royal. Hook watched as the prince read the message and watched as his face fell at the words seeped into his memory.
Robin swallowed hard unable to take his eyes away from the words he knew his step father wrote.
"What if it is bad?" asked Robin, avoiding the question that he could find out the answer from anyone had Hook bothered to ask. "What's the penalty for my uncle and I not getting along; my life? You'll leave my wife a widow?"
"... Your uncle?" Hook felt his anger surge. If his idiot deck hand had told some random relative of Robin's about the kidnapping plot… "If King John is your uncle, then your father-?"
"He took me in after my father's death," Robin explained with poison on his tongue both for the pirate and the former Prince John.
It was heavily rumored that John had been the one to kill his real father, King Richard The Lionheart and had tried to raise Robin to be just as cruel as he was but failed as miserably as he failed at ruling the people of Nottingham and Sherwood. That he promised he would give Robin his kingdom back once he married and bankruptcy of their kingdom thanks to his unsavory vices had forced John's hand to seek out a wife.
Now that Robin had married however it appeared his foster father's view on the matter of handing over the kingdom had changed rather drastically.
Hook stared down at the steely eyed prince. "So it's true," he said simply. "Your father is going to pay me a million gold pieces to kill you… a pretty easy million," he snickered.
"He won't pay," Robin told him. "He can't pay, he bankrupted my kingdom."
"...He what?"
"Nottingham is 35 million gold in debt," the prince explained bitterly. "Under my father the kingdom was good and prosperous but then under John what money didn't go to women, drinks, gambling and smoking poppy plant went to extravagant tournaments, feasts and other things to try to force the other nobles to respect him. Not to mention all the peasant uprisings that needed to be crushed..."
As he spoke Robins rarely shown anger began to boil. He had struggled to help his people when he saw how bad the former Prince John treated them.
He had shouting matches with him about raising the taxes on the common folk, about not giving them even thirty days to come up with the the exuberant amount of money they owed the crown, about not even using the money he stole to help the lives of the peasants… When he realized arguing wouldn't work Robin too to making deliveries of venison and wheat from the castles own stores to the starving people, he would fudge the numbers when he counted the taxes so that he could deliver some of the gold back into the hands of the people who depended on him.
When there was word of a wedding the peasants in Nottingham cheered day and night, knowing of the promise that John had made the young prince. But now, instead of ruling just and fairly over his people he and his wife were tied up in this miserable little shit stinking ship, all so an old lover and some braggarts could get a few coins they would waste on ale and whores.
His anger all but forced his tongue to hiss out the venom and contempt he held for the man lording over him.
"So, Captain, if you're dumb enough to believe he'll make good on his promise then feel free to grab your dagger and aim true, otherwise untie me and let me go back to my wife while you and your right hand enjoy yourself thinking about her or me or whatever other bloody thing your diseased ridden cock gets hard for!"
Hook narrowed his eyes at the pompous prince laid before him. He went to grab the dagger at his waist when his door opened and the unmistakable sound of Regina's heels clicking as she walked into his quarters.
"You wanted me for som-... Oh."
Regina looked between the now smug pirate captain and the prince with a fire burning in his blue eyes. "Am I interrupting?" she asked with a barely contained snicker.
Hook made no bones about his gaze traveling up and down her body as he stalked towards her, licking his lips for effect. "Not at all. In fact you're right on time, Wench."
"What are you talk-?"
But her words were cut off once more as Hook wrapped her in his arms and slammed his lips against hers, wasting no time in shoving his rum stained tongue in her mouth.
Regina pulled her head back to catch her breath but before she could Hook was kissing her again. She barely had time to question the suddenness of his actions when he put his hook between her breasts and sliced her corset open and flung the scraps of red and black lace fabric to the floor.
Her eyes flickered over to the agast Robins as Hook shoved her against the wall, whimpering as he pushed her face towards Robin with the flat side of his hook while Hooks lips violently attacked the crook of her neck, sucking and nipping painfully at the silky skin.
"Hook," she breathed, flinching and crying out as the razor sharp tip of his hook cut the side of her hip thigh as cut through the waistband of her skirts, being far less cautious with his metal prosthetic than he usually was. Of all things he was doing to her, the accompanying 'riiiiip' sound that her skirt made when her captain grabbed at the black lacy garment and tore it from her and met it drop unceremoniously to the floor was what made her heart start pounding.
"Careful!" she demanded, feeling a tiny river of blood run from her hip thanks to the cold metal appendage he had chosen. Hook replied to the request by grabbing her wrists and slamming them over her head onto the wall behind her.
"You don't tell me what to do, Slut!" he barked at the brown haired deckhand who merely narrowed her eyes at her captain and spat at him, her saliva landing squarely on his cheek.
Hook reached up with his hand and with two of his own fingers he wiped the spit from his cheek before he licked the wetness from his fingers.
So it was going to be THAT kind of night...
Regina bit her lip as he began a trail of hot wet kisses and nips from her collar bone to her breasts, sucking at her pert nipples greedily.
"Look at him," Hook growled into her sweet scented skin, giving her left nipple a rather sharp bite before soothing the sting with his tongue. Without giving her a moment to even process the request he reached up and grabbed hold of her face, his nails digging into her cheeks as he turned her face to look at the prince who was staring straight ahead, his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
"Look at her," Hook said with a pant, glancing over at the prince who stayed silent and didn't move a muscle.
"I said!" Hook bit her again only this time far harder, and made her cry out in pain as a result. "Look at her!"
Robin clenched his eyes shut for a moment before he turned to look at the naked woman he had, unknowingly to Hook, seen in the flesh and then fantasized about more times than either men could begin to count.
She looked the same as when he laid with her. The same large chest, the same slender but curvy waist… her eyes were darkened with lust just as they were before only this time there was something else lurking behind them. Something either only Robin could see or what others saw and choose to ignore.
Pain. Not physical, it was deeper than that, but the pain she felt when she was being forced to put on an act for men she never would have touched otherwise. The sweet and shy lover who was just amazed at how good he was when she 'made love' with Sidney the Agrabah foreigner the few times he actually worked up enough courage to ask her, the screaming panicked frightened woman who had to pretend a weakling like Mendell could physically overpower her while she screamed no and begged for help, the mute sex doll who just laid there when Percival wanted something other than a dish rag to cum in.
The wild and sex starved slut who liked being fucked hard and rough when her captain wanted to fuck her from one end of the room to the other.
None of it was real. Robin knew it wasn't real, he had been with the real Regina. She liked intimacy and softness and gazing into her lovers eyes. Robins eyes.
Whatever show she was putting on for Hook was just that; a performance. One that appeared Hook wanted Robin to watch…
Hook got down on his knees and threw her leg over his shoulder, barely giving herself a moment to steady herself before he buried his face between her legs. She cried out as Hook began devouring that treasured pink treasure.
Regina cried out, her hand yanking on his short choppy black hair and pushing him closer to her as her captain worshipped and sucked and licked to his heart's content. Her eyes found Robins who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on her face, not travel over the exposed body that was just his type, tried his best not to listen to her cries and moans and begs that the man between her legs never ever stop…
When the brown hair deckhand was soaking wet and worked up to the point of no return and the captain was raging hard, Hook stood up from the floor and grabbed her by the arm before leading her over to the foot of the bed and bending her over it.
"You take your eyes off her," Hook panted as he positioned himself behind the slightly struggling deckhand, either forgetting or just not caring that she hated this position when she laid with him andused his legs to spread hers and undid his trousers. "Your princess pays the price."
Robin just swallowed hard as he watched as the captain slam into her slick wetness then, not even giving her a moment to adjust to him, began thrusting into her.
Each moan and gasp and wet 'slap!' of the two bodies echoed in Robin's head as hard as he was screaming at himself to try to block it out. The prince bit his lip while he forced his both not to respond to the sight in front of him but found it harder and harder to ignore her cream colored breasts bouncing as he slammed into her from behind over and over and over.
Hook grabbed hold of her hair and yanked back so that she was no longer staring down at the thick black comforter and instead she was looking at the bound blue eyed man.
"You're mine," Hook growled in Regina's ears, kissing and sucking at that spot behind her ear that was directly connected to that treasure between her legs. "Not his. Mine."
Regina swallowed as she and the prince locked eyes, her face playing a melody of lust and shame and embarrassment and pain and pleasure. She went to reach between her legs to give herself the release she knew Hook wouldn't give her and her eyes closed as she rubbed her clit and she sighed contently.
The prince swore he saw her mouth the name 'Robin' as she pleasures herself but she was back to moaning before he could be sure.
Hooks movements were far more erratic now, pounding and thrusting into her harder and faster, pressing on her back with his hand until he slammed into her one final time and came deep inside her only moments before Regina managed to bring herself to orgasm.
He didn't even give her a moment to collect herself before he pulled out of her and backed away, gasping and panting and leaning up against the wall for support while Regina sank to the floor, naked and with his seed dripping down her thigh onto the floor. The realization of what had just happened, of who Hook has took her in front of filled her with a shame she had no idea existed until now and it filled her eyes with tears.
"You can borrow one of my shirts to get back to your quarters," Hook told the dark haired beauty as he adjusted himself, combing his sweaty hair back with his hand.
When she didn't answer with another but a silent nod, too focused on biting her lip to keep from crying to speak Hook walked over to her and grabbed her face to look up at her. "Wench, I'm talking to-... you…"
The captains face fell as he looked down at the woman who had tears running down her face as she pulled her legs to her chest, the sound of her sniffing away her tears crushing both men's hearts in two.
"Regina-."
"Leave her alone," Robin ordered the captain.
Hook whipped his face towards him and went to grab the dagger at his waist when Regina cried out to her captain.
"Stop!" she yelled, her voice shaking with tears as she stood, crossing her arms over her breasts to give herself at least the illusion of modesty. "Just stop, Hook! You had your fun with him tonight, now just stop!"
Hook glared at the prince before he thankfully sheathed his dagger and made his way to his wardrobe and got out a simple black shirt and tossed it at the woman who pulled it on, thankful for the covering that fell to her thighs.
"Head back to your quarters, tell someone to go bring him back down to the cell. And remind them-."
"Don't touch the princess, I know," she muttered as she gathered up her ripped skirts and ruined corset along with whatever dignity he had left her with.
Just as she was about to leave the captains quarters she paused and turned back around, going over to Robins face and leaning down as if she were about to give him a kiss when really she just whispered two simple words full of unfallen tears.
"I'm sorry."
Without sparing another look towards him, Regina turned on her heel and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
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