So, one of my good friends on Tumblr deathbycaptainswan said all the fics she's read lately had been horribly full of angst and requested some fluff. Somehow this came out with equal parts angst and fluff. But, you know, baby steps.

WARNING: This chapter contains dub-con elements.

Chapter 8:

Oasis

Emma was gasping with each thrust of Hook's cock.

He was taking her deeply from behind at a brutal pace. It was their little morning ritual. As soon as he woke at dawn the first thing he wanted to do was fuck her. After a month at sea he knew her body well. He could work her up in seconds just by whispering vulgar things in her ear. She enjoyed letting him play with her body, though she would likely never admit it. Emma was a good slave. Always obeying him without question. He craved her like some addictive substance. More and more he had been sneaking off to his cabin in the middle of the day to fuck her. At night he would help her apply the special healing salve, but she was growing tired.

He finished and Emma collapsed onto the mattress. He kissed her temple and crawled out of bed so that she could sleep. After pulling on his clothes Hook took one last look at the girl in his bed and, just as he did every morning, committed the picture to memory hoping it would last him long enough to give her a rest.

Above deck Hook got to work. He stood at the helm for most of the day giving him plenty of time to think and every time he left her he had the same thought: Would she make those sounds for Baelfire when he took her for the first time?

No, he asserted. Emma's body was his and would always be his. He had made her scream in pleasure, shake uncontrollably, and beg to be fucked like a whore. His knuckles turned white at the thought of another man touching her. That very fear had led to weeks of him punishing her with his cock. He shook his head, thinking back to all the times she had begged for mercy which he so rarely gave. He usually forced her to come again just to see the look of reluctant submission in her eyes when she fell. Emma always fought her pleasure. He could read her like a book. She didn't want to admit how much she loved being fucked by a dirty pirate.

His feelings for her were a more troubling matter. Something had happened that night under the stars. When Emma had told him what the queen had done to her he was furious and he'd made a reckless vow. Emma didn't believe he could protect her from the Evil Queen. While it was true that Regina was one of the few people who had ever outsmarted him, he had bested her once or twice himself. Still, he had seen what she could do. He needed to show Emma he could and would protect her.

"Smee! We're changing course!" Hook called out over the wind.

Smee looked up from the lower deck, "Where to, Captain?"

"I want to visit our little home away from home."

"B-but... that would extend our journey by a week!"

"I didn't ask you for your bloody opinion now get back to work or I'll have you scrub the head!"

"Y-yes, captain."

That kiss had awoken something in him. He wanted her, and was angry that their time together was so limited. That's why he had abused her body the way that he had. The guilt of that was now too much to bear. He had to make amends.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

"Emma." Emma heard her name called softly from far away. "Emma, love, wake up."

It was Hook. Her master and commander. She opened her eyes to the dimly lit cabin. The sun was still rising, she realized. Dutifully she spread her legs. He chuckled in response. "No, love, not this morning. I know it's early but I want you to get up and dress. We're taking a day trip."

Emma scrubbed at her eyes, still fighting off sleep. "A trip? Where?"

"A very special place." He kissed her softly on the cheek.

His moods were so unpredictable. One moment he was sweet and loving, the next he was treating her like property, making her come over and over again until the fall was excruciatingly intense. That night under the stars she had believed for just a moment that he truly cared for her. Then he had proceeded to dominate her in every conceivable way. On her back, on her knees, on all fours. Oh, he loved that one. He also loved making her ask permission before she could come, and punishing her when he forced her over the edge before he'd allowed it.

She heard him roll out of bed and begin putting on his clothes. Emma got up and did the same, confused by the odd change in their usual schedule.

When she arrived above deck she found a a small boat waiting for them in the early morning hours. He was smiling warmly at her with his hand extended, "Come aboard, your majesty."

She smiled up at him through the twilight, "Where are we headed, captain?"

He took her hand and pulled her into the small boat. "To a place I love very much."

The boat was lowered into the water and Hook took up the oars. As he rowed them towards the shore of a rocky island Emma looked around. He had given her a cloak but it was very chilly out. "We're going north." she said.

Hook nodded, "Aye. We'll reach Arendale in two months."

"I thought you said we wouldn't reach out destination in six months."

Hook laughed, "Arendale is not our destination, princess."

She cocked her head in confusion, her brow furrowed in thought, "But there's nothing north of Arendale."

He didn't respond leaving her puzzled. She had yet to decipher his full plan. He was very secretive about it.

When they reached the rocky shore Hook helped her off the boat and tied it down. He pulled a large woven basket onto his shoulders and started up the hill towards the tree line.

Emma laughed at the sight, "Is that a picnic basket?"

"Aye, and it's bloody heavy. Best get a move on."

She raced after him, lifting her skirt and scurrying up the hill.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

"Here we are." Hook said as they entered the clearing.

Emma had calculated the island to be several acres large, but she hadn't expected to find a hot spring right in the middle of it. She looked around in disbelief. The trees were tall pines that reached the sky and the air was full of sounds from the forest. It was tranquil and full of peace. She couldn't believe he had brought her to this place.

"Take off your clothes."

Emma sighed at the familiar command and reached for her laces.

"Emma," She looked up at him quizzically. "I'm not going to touch you," he said, "I promise." The sincerity in his eyes made her breath catch. He began to remove his coat, then his shirt and vest.

She followed his lead and took off her corset, then her dress. When she was bare she caught him starring, but he was naked too. He took her hand and silently led her down into the steaming pool.

Emma gasped as her foot entered the warm water.

"Is it too hot?" he asked, clearly concerned.

"No." Emma shook her head and stepped in with her other foot. Her toes sank into the pebbles beneath the surface and she instantly sank into the water, leaning her back against the rocky edge of the pool.

Hook sat down beside her, but pulled her into his arms so that she was laying back onto his chest. She had never felt so warm and cozy in her life. His embrace was comfortable and protective. He began to sing one of his sea shanties and just as she was slipping back into a gentle slumber she heard a nearby splash.

"Fancy meeting you here, captain."

Emma's eyes flew open at the unfamiliar voice. She screamed at the red haired woman sitting on the other side of the small pool.

"It's alright, darling." Hook hushed, rubbing her arm reassuringly, "This is my friend Ariel. She sometimes frequents this island. Ariel, darling, this is Emma. She's serving as my companion on a long journey."

"Nice to meet you, Emma." The woman said perkily splashing her tail.

Emma covered herself self consciously, looking back and forth between the two. A mermaid. "How exactly do you two..." she drifted off, not wanting to hear the answer.

Luckily, Ariel replied, "Oh, the captain helped me get my voice back after the Evil Queen stole it from me."

Emma looked at the woman in surprised, then back at Hook, "You did?"

He smiled bashfully, "Aye. We met at sea. I took pity on the fish, and at the time I was looking to piss off Regina any way I could." He then gave Ariel a subtle look and said, "Best be off, love."

The mermaid smiled knowingly and dove into the shallow pool, splashing them both. When the bubbles cleared she was gone and the pool was empty. Emma turned back to Hook in amazement, "Anything else you'd like to tell me? Like that you helped a unicorn get her sparkles back?"

"Are you surprised?"

She laid back and closed her eyes, letting her muscles relax. "Not really." she said, and felt his chest rise and fall with a hearty chuckle.

They sat in silence for awhile until Hook spoke, "I once had a brother named Liam." Emma opened her eyes. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear his manly timbre faulter at the confession. He continued, "He was taken from me," he said, "and it changed me forever. Later I would loose a lover named Milah. Those losses made me into the man I am today. They also left a hole in my heart that... I'm ashamed to say... I've been using your body to fill. For that I apologize."

Emma turned in his arms so that was facing him. "You... you were in love?" He gave a single nod to the affirmative and Emma tried to suppressed the flame of jealousy that sprang to life within her. She gulped hard, "I'm very sorry."

His lips twitched with a smile, "It's alright. It was a very long time ago."

She could tell he was lying. That wound had yet to heal. She was surprised. All this time she had thought him incapable of love. She pulled her legs onto either side of his hips so that she was straddling him. The water came up to their shoulders but beneath the surface she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Do you still love her?" she asked, unsure which answer she wanted to hear.

"I..." he faltered looking up at her with those beautiful blue eyes, "I suppose I do, but... honestly..." his grip on her hip tightened and his mutilated arm wrapped around her waist pulling her to him, "...when I'm with you I can barely remember her name." Emma blinked, overwhelmed by his confession. "I know that what I felt for her was very real, but the things I feel for you... Emma, I've never felt them for no one else."

"Her brow crinkled in confusion, "But... you don't talk to me. Not since that night... I thought... you were so..."

"I can't stop thinking about that night. The way you kissed me was so... I almost believed that you were mine. That you wanted to be with me."

"Perhaps I did."

"I'm not a fool, Emma. You like what I can make your body do, but you're not the first princess I've been with. You're going to end up with a prince, in this case the dark prince Baelfire. I don't want to get attached to something I'm going to have to let go of."

Emma smiled, "You're jealous?"

He scratched bashfully behind his ear, "I just..." he gritted his teeth and brought hand down to touch her beneath the water, "...When I think of another man touching you..." he massaged her folds before entering her with two fingers. She cried out at the stretch. Hook continued breathlessly, "It just makes me want to do things to you he never will."

She laughed, falling into the pleasurable feeling of his hooked fingers rubbing slowly at her walls, "You think my husband won't eventually figure out how to please me in bed?"

"Not after I'm through with you," he growled rubbing harder of her g-spot making her see stars, "because he may make you feel pleasure, he may even make you come apart, but he will never dominate you like I can." Emma keened as he began thrusting his fingers into her at an intense pace. Hook was speaking softly, watching her uncontrollable facial expressions like a man seeing fire for the first time. "He can't make you beg for release. He can't make you come against your will. He can't fuck you into submission like I do every single night."

"You don't know that." she barely managed to croak out, "Once you're gone, I might never think of you again."

In one dizzying motion Hook stood and walked them back to the other side of the pool where it was deeper. He pinned her to the smooth rock face and pulled her legs around his waist. His jaw was clamped shut and clenching hard in anger. She looked at him with his disheveled hair and manly stubble and tried to convince herself that what she said was true. That when he brought her to her betrothed she would move on with her life and forget all of this ever happened. He asked her, "Are you afraid of me?"

She gulped, answering honestly, "Sometimes." He looked away in what she could only guess was shame. She continued, "Sometimes I'm afraid you're going to go to far and hurt me. Sometimes I'm afraid you're going to lose control and hurt me on accident. But you never do. And the fear is..." she blushed, "...intoxicating."

He pressed harder into her and purred, "S'that so?" Hook reached up and twirled a lock of golden hair around his finger, "You like the darkness, do you?"

Emma bit her lip, already growing wet at the deeper register in his voice. She nodded and spoke softly, "I like it that aren't afraid to break me. In my kingdom, you would be hanged for all the things you've done to my body, and to associate with a pirate, even as a paid whore, is illegal. And yet... if we returned home today, I would still commit the crime of submitting to you, because it feels good and because the pain you've caused me has been far outweighed by the pleasure."

"Emma, you make all my pain go away. I think about you day and night. I use you too much because I can't get enough."

"Do you remember the night you made love to me? After we danced?"

His eyes lit up and the memory and a tender smile crawled onto his face, "Of course. I've never wanted a woman more."

"You were in control, but you weren't forceful. You dominated me but you didn't abuse your power."

"Is that what you want?" he asked desperately, "I... I can't do that all the time. I can't control myself. When I want you I just go crazy-"

Emma kissed him. She ran her fingers through his silky hair and followed his lips as they immediately took control. He pressed her harder into the smooth rock and panted into her mouth before cupping her face with his hand and kissing like a man starving for something she had. She reached down and grabbed his cock, giving him a few firm strokes while melding her lips with his. When they separated she breathlessly begged, "Make love to me, pirate. Fuck me like I'm yours."

"You are mine!" he growled before taking his cock in hand and slamming into her full force.

Emma whimpered, taking it all. She wanted to show him that she wanted him. She wanted to give him what he gave her. "I love your cock." she moaned, choosing words as her gift. He fucked her deeply beneath the warm water. Steam rose all around them and Emma became delirious with sensation. She let go of all her inhibitions and gave herself to him in every way by vocalizing the thoughts the usually suppressed, "I love how powerful and strong you are. I love it when you whisper those deplorable things in my ear. I know it should disgust me but it makes me soaking wet." At that sentiment he began thrusting hard and fast. She continued to praise him, "I love how far you push me. I love that you fuck me so hard I can't stand the next day. I love the marks you leave because they remind me I belong to you."

"Say that you belong to no one else. Swear that you're mine."

"No," she shook her head, wincing as he abused her g-spot with the large head of his cock, "I belong to my people. I have a duty to protect them."

Hook pounded into her harder, "I will not let you marry another man. Not even for your country."

"I swear that I'll never forget you!" she cried hoping he would be merciful. It wasn't her fault that she had been sold long before he'd purchased her.

"That's not good enough!" he barked.

"You're punishing me for something I can't help!" she gasped, "This obsession is just a distraction from your pain."

"I'm tired of pain." he said, slightly winded from his own physical onslaught, "Fucking you, possessing you, that makes the pain go away." Emma moaned when he reached down and began to play with her clit. "Is this going to make you come, princess? Is this pirate's cock going to make your royal pussy ache with pleasure?"

"Yes!" she keened, hating herself for enabling him. She should be teaching him control himself, instead she was giving him exactly what he wanted. "I want to come on your cock. Please. Force me. Claim me master. I want to submit like a whore. Make me your slave."

"Bloody hell, I've never heard a woman beg as well as you."

Finally, the stimulations overwhelmed her and she soared over the edge. She cried out, clutching onto his shoulders as she fell. He sucked a mark on her neck and fucked her through the waves of pleasure.

When she came back to Earth she struggled in his embrace as he continued to rub vigorously at her bundle of nerves, "Please!" she cried, "It's too sensitive."

He replied in a dark voice she barely recognized, "It belongs to me and I want it to come apart again. You said you wanted to be my slave. Slaves take what their masters give them."

Emma swallowed hard, wincing at the shocks intense pleasure pain coming from the apex of her thighs. When the pain finally faded away and gave way to a familiar warmth she moaned, "Yes, Master."

"That's a good lass."

The next time Emma neared the fall she was afraid. She was still feeling the aftershocks of the first orgasm and this peak was higher than before. The fall would be long and intense.

Don't blackout." he instructed, "Stay with me. I want you to feel it all."

"I'm so close."

Hook backed off the rock and began fucking her from another angle that allowed him to go deeper. Emma came apart hard, crying out his name over and over. Her legs trembled as she writhed in agony, pathetic whimpers for mercy dripped from her lips but thankfully he didn't heed them. Instead he fucked her clenching muscles until the spasms subsided, spilling himself inside her at the last minute. She felt a delicate tear fall down her cheek which he quickly wiped away. "Why can't I stop?" he asked, his question full of sincerity.

"Why do I enjoy it?" was Emma's response.

He kissed her gently and, putting his forehead to hers, he promised, "Tonight, I will make love to you. I'll... make up for this. I can do better!"

Emma looked up into his guilt-ridden eyes, "Yes," she said, stroking his face, "I believe that you can."

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