Author's note: So it's been over a month since I updated this story and I am sorry. As most of you know, real life has been kicking my butt lately, with my new job and my computer classes. After finishing my other two WIPs, I can now finish this story! This is very nearly the end, as you'll see at the end of this chapter, all that's left is the epilogue. Thank you all for your patience! I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this little story!
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Chapter 10
Strong hands kneaded his shoulders and neck; Killian struggled to hold back a groan. He'd been awake for almost two days straight, captaining the ship. It was hard work, requiring constant vigilance, a strong hand and skills he had not needed for many years. The night he'd shown Emma the stars was just the beginning; he had to rely on his instincts to find the right heading to get them where they were supposed to go. If Poseidon was kind, they should be discovering Porphyris very soon.
When he was not wrangling the crew, he looked after Emma. Her nausea lessened, but was not gone; she rarely felt well enough to leave their new quarters. He visited her whenever he could, ever concerned for her well being and that of their child.
"This is not necessary, love," he said, even as she worked out a knot at the base of his neck. "I am fine."
"Hush," Emma chided, her lips brushing his skin. "Let me take care of you, Spartan."
"You're unwell," he protested.
"We are fine," she countered. "I miss you."
"Emma..."
"You need rest, Killian. The ship will keep for a few hours."
He could feel her behind him, warm and soft; he missed her too. Being the captain had its advantages, but nothing compared to his Amazon's loving embrace. "We should be there soon. Then we can get off this infernal ship."
Her lips brushed in neck. "It is not all bad."
"It's not?"
She stopped massaging, her warm hands skimming over his back and sliding under his arms. He could feel her pressed against his back, all warm skin and soft curves, suddenly he ached for her. "We do have these quarters all to ourselves."
"You are too tempting, my love."
"So give into temptation, Spartan." She nibbled on his earlobe, biting down on the soft skin, a pulse of lust shooting through him.
"Emma..."
"I was watching you. Earlier. Giving orders, hoisting the lines." Gods, she was killing him with that sultry tone. She ran her hands along his arms, her naked breasts flush to his back. "It made me want, Killian." She kissed his throat. "Need." Warm lips grazed his cheek. "You."
His exhaustion melted away. Abruptly, Killian spun, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the narrow bunk, arms high above her head. His loose chiton fell between them, a barrier that would soon be gone. For now, he could use it to tease her, grinding his hardening cock against her damp cleft. "Just what do you need, Princess?"
She arched under him, chasing his mouth with hers. He remained tantalizingly out of reach, frustrating her. But she started this, she had every intention of seeing it through. She hadn't been lying; watching her Spartan in command of their little trading vessel stirred her blood, made her want him. She'd been so tired lately; she wanted to take advantage while she could.
"You," she breathed. "Just you."
"And what do you want me to do to you, love?" He ducked his head, giving her pert breast a long lick. She moaned, lip caught between her teeth. "Mark this lovely skin?" He sucked a nipple between his lips, relishing her loud groan. It excited him, knowing the others would hear. Possessiveness seized his heart, Emma belonged to him and him alone. "Spank you? Tie you to this bunk and feast on your sweetness? Tell me, my love."
"Anything," she replied, her body buzzing. He had her pinned on her back, looming above her, and she was burning up. It was such a heady thing to finally have a man who could match her, that never made her feel like she was lesser, even like this. Killian worshiped her.
He let her go long enough to rip a length of cloth from his chiton. They would make landfall soon enough; they could get new clothes in their new home. Start fresh, begin a new life. He took the cloth and tied it around her wrists. "Be a good girl now, Princess. Can you obey?"
His blue gaze set her skin on fire. One day soon she'd return this favor, but for right now, she was his very willing woman. "Yes, Captain."
He smirked, fingers tracing her lips. He did not scold her when she opened her mouth and took one in, sucking on it firmly. He bit back a groan, his cock throbbing with need. His free hand ripped the cloth that still lay between them away, as he rolled back on his haunches. Emma looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, patiently waiting for his command. Gods, he loved her. "Get on yours knees, lass. And suck."
Her training gave her great balance and dexterity, but she still swayed as she maneuvered onto her knees. Her bound wrists made her clumsy; she unceremoniously dropped to her elbows, lips hovering over his erect cock. She gave him a long lick, right over the ridge, the one that could stroke her perfectly. One of his hands dived into her hair, pulling back the sunshine kissed strands so he could see her properly. The other brought the tip of his cock to her lips; Emma opened obediently. She didn't feel degraded by this at all; she wanted to please him. He spent so many hours just worshiping her body, making her come until she begged him to stop; it was not a trial to return the kindness.
Killian struggled to stay still as her hot wet mouth took him in; his baser instincts screamed at him to fuck her mouth until she choked. She was a siren, his siren, just as beautiful bound and sucking his cock as she was riding him with abandon, utterly free. "Gods, just like that, love. So good."
She couldn't use her hands, her arms were needed to maintain her precarious balance. She laved his length with her tongue, swirling around the belled head, lapping at the tart beads of precum. He pulled even more hair away from her face; she found his eyes, startled to see him looking down at her with a mixture of awe and lust. "Don't stop," he pleaded, rocking a little. "Fuck."
She released him with a soft pop. "Need you." She was soaked, core aching to be full, wanting him to use her body in whatever way he saw fit.
"Soon," he promised. "Just a little more of that sweet mouth, Princess. Please."
The catch in his voice made her melt. He needed her every bit as much as she needed him. She didn't hesitate, taking him back inside, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard. She worked him quickly, up and down, using her arms for leverage, her own need rising to a fever pitch. She could feel it coating her thighs, warm and wet, her body hungry for this man and everything he could make her feel. She didn't stop until he was trembling, literally shaking under her, his hold on her hair just the right side of painful.
"Fucking hell," he panted, dragging her up by the wrists and kissing her senseless. She made him insane, in the very best way. He was mad for her, for everything they were to each other. Her hands lay trapped between them, her nails digging into his skin in an effort get as close to him as possible. His grabbed her ass, squeezing roughly, giving her a good smack on the pert cheeks. She moaned into his mouth, a sound that went directly to his twitching cock.
"Hurry," she pleaded, wantonly rubbing herself against him. "Fuck me!"
He couldn't resist her when she begged so sweetly. Killian maneuvered her onto her belly, cockeyed in the bunk, straddling her right leg. He knelt between her thighs, one foot on the floor of the rocking ship, curling her left leg around his hip. Emma fisted the rough wool, back arching as he entered her from behind. "Yes, yes!"
Killian grunted, his fingers digging to her softness. She was so tight like this, gripping his cock like she wanted to keep it locked within her always. It was difficult for him to think, to focus, to not just spill himself like some blushing virgin. He settled for measured shallow thrusts, tormenting them both. "Fuck, love."
"Gods, just like that," she sighed, easing into his rhythm. Now that she was full, she could just bask in the sensations, the thick drag of his cock along her walls, his strong hands on her body. She did not attempt to keep quiet; she was not a quiet woman and Killian liked it that way. She cupped her own breast, tweaking the nipple, moaning louder.
Killian cursed, turned on by her erotic display. His Amazon was not shy about her body, well versed in what brought her pleasure. He was jealous of all those years he did not know her, all that time they missed. She was a virgin when he came to her bed, not that he would have wanted her any less if she was not. However, being the only man she would ever know was something he secretly cherished. His Emma was an exquisite creature, beautiful in the throes of her passion.
Emma leaned more heavily on her right side, desperate to take her lover as deep as she could. "Please," she begged. "Make me come!"
He smacked her ass hard then reached over her hip, quickly finding her clit. She keened loudly, bucking against him as he rubbed her. He took her harder, her slickness easing his passage, sinking in to the hilt. Emma trembled hard, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. She got no rest, Killian flipping her over and ducking between her legs. She whined in protest—her lover had not come, his cock gone from her fluttering heat—unprepared for his mouth on her swollen flesh. She yelped, surprised, but Killian knew her body too well. He traced her throbbing clit with his tongue; she shuddered. "Fuck!"
"I never said we were done, love," he whispered darkly into her skin. His balls ached from his aborted climax, but her quivering form was too much for him to resist. He pushed her legs back, exposing her wet hole. With a wicked smirk, he slapped it with the flat of his palm, eyes locked on her face.
Emma screamed, but not from pain. The sting was fleeting, bone deep pleasure dragging her under. A lustful haze fell over her, almost like she was watching the proceedings from afar. Killian smacked her sex until she was dripping on the floor, her hips bucking upward wildly to meet him, eager for more.
Killian drew his hand away, pressing a tender kiss to her reddened flesh. He was in awe of her, of the things she allowed him to do to her. "Love you so much, Princess. My Princess."
"Yours! Fuck, yours!" She hardly knew what she was saying, her need driving her. The sweet kiss turned into more, his tongue licking her, plunging inside her. She was so aroused that she climaxed again, screaming herself hoarse. When she came back to herself, she lay there panting, her head lolling on the pallet. "Killian?" she croaked.
"Apologies, sweet. I could not help myself." He cupped her cheek. "You are so beautiful, Emma."
Weakly, she reached for his hand, bringing it to her lips. "Again."
"Love..."
Emma pushed herself up; she was an Amazon, stronger than most and her Spartan had not sated her yet. She got up on her knees and dragged him in by the neck, fusing her lips to his. "I said again, Spartan," she murmured, her hands curling around his thick erection. "And this time, you will come inside me."
He rocked into her grip, needing that glorious friction. "Anything, my love. Fuck."
It was her turn to shove him down the pallet, smiling back at his sexy grin as she straddled his hips. She was so sensitive and swollen from his earlier ministrations, but she could not stop the way she wanted him. Her hands were still bound, so he had to help her sink down on him; Emma hissed as his cock came into contact with her abused flesh, but it was a good pain. Any lingering discomfort quickly melted into pleasure, his cock hitting her in all the right places. "Gods yes," she breathed.
He covered her hands with his, holding her in place as she bounced on his shaft. "Such a greedy girl," he murmured. "So hungry for my cock."
She squeezed her inner muscles, drawing loud moans from them both. "Feels so good," she panted, rolling her hips. "So deep inside me."
He yanked on her wrists, bringing her down so she was flush to his chest. Emma forced her arms above her head, lips desperately seeking his. They clashed in a sloppy wet kiss, tongues battling for dominance even as Killian planted his feet and started fucking her in earnest. Hard slaps of skin echoed in the cabin, his hands holding her possessively, Emma loving every single moment. They came together, Killian pumping her full of his seed as she milked him dry, pleasure singing in their veins. Emma could hold on no longer, sinking into sweet oblivion, finally sated by her extraordinary lover.
Killian felt her sag and relax, her breathing even, eyes closed. He was not surprised she passed out; he'd used her harder than he initially intended. However, Emma was a woman who knew what she wanted and he was loathe to deny her anything. His own exhaustion began to creep up on him, the lack of sleep evident now. Emma's head was pillowed on his chest; he did not have the heart to move her. So they remained that way, his Amazon sprawled across his chest, sleeping peacefully.
They'd earned some rest.
"Captain! Captain! Land ahead!"
Emma turned her gaze from the seemingly never ending ocean, searching for her Spartan. He took the responsibilities of Captain seriously, not that it surprised her. His steadfastness was one of the things she adored about him. He never gave up, her Killian. Even at his lowest point, he fought back, clawing his way back to her. He was almost fully himself again, though Emma knew the affects of his torture would linger. However, since confessing all, he was back with her, wholly and completely. If it were possible, their love felt even deeper than before, their harrowing experiences bringing them even closer.
They'd had no more trouble from the crew or passengers; Emma was convinced they were afraid of suffering Gaston's fate. She was so tired of fighting, so tired of the endless struggle. All she wanted was a place to call their own, a place were they could raise their children and grow old together. She was not quite sure what they would do aside from that; they were both warriors, not farmers or scholars. She had never been to a place like Porphyris, where everyone was equal.
Impatiently, she brushed some of her windswept hair out of her face, searching for the sign of land like everyone else. Killian was with the man who called out, gesturing emphatically. The wind stole his words, but he looked back at her and smiled her favorite heart stopping grin. Beaming back at him, she hurried forward. "What is it? Is it Porphyris?"
Killian slipped arm around her waist, pulling her into a hug. "I believe so. We won't know for sure until we make landfall. Isn't it beautiful?"
She stood up on her toes to see better, but the island was little more than a brown bump on the surface of the ocean. Still, it was what the island represented that mattered. A new home, a new life, a new adventure for she and her Spartan. "Yes, Killian. It is beautiful."
Things happened quickly after that, Killian enlisting the help of the oarsmen to get them there faster. Emma hurried back to their cabin to gather their few belongings, shedding her tiredness like a second skin. They would have time to rest on Porphyris. She said a quick prayer to both Athena and Artemis for helping them get this far. "Thank you, my ladies," she said, hand resting lightly on her belly. "Thank you for keeping us safe."
When their things were packed, she climbed back onto the main deck. The island was much closer now, lush and green, although as they approached, she could see some rocky outcroppings. She was fascinated by everything, so desperately curious about this new life they were about to begin. Once again, Killian was at the helm, shouting instructions, guiding them toward the island. She felt a little queasy, from nerves or from her condition it was impossible to tell. She hoped her condition would improve when they landed; she did not want to spend the next few months with a rebelling stomach.
Killian brushed his hair out of his eyes, excitement driving him. It was Porphyris, he was sure of it. He did not understand how or why, but he knew. This was their new home, the place where the past could not touch them. Athena promised they'd be safe here, they could finally find the peace they wanted so badly.
All their lives had been consumed with fighting; they were tired. He was; he knew his beloved Emma was as well. They would fight for what they believed, for the lives of their family, but no more. There was no one that could order them to fight. They were finally free.
As they approached the northside of the island, he could not see any kind of port or dock, so he ordered the crew to tack around. He was learning on the job, having had one the barest of experience on the voyage to Troy. Sparta had a navy, but not a large one and he was a soldier. However, Killian enjoyed the water, enjoyed the rocking of the ship under him. Perhaps it could play a roll in their future? Find a small vessel for themselves? The road before them was utterly blank, they could be whatever they wanted, even a simple fisherman and his wife.
Wife. That was what he wanted above all else. Killian wished to marry the woman he loved and raise their family, true equals in every way. He was hers and she was his and that was all that mattered.
It took some time but one of the crew finally caught sight of a rudimentary port on the leeward side of the island. Killian could just make out a few people on the beach, a couple of small boats. Some low earthen dwellings in the Greek style lay back from the water's edge. He hurried to the oarsmen and pointed, giving them the instructions to get them as close to the beach as possible.
"Is everything okay?" Emma asked, catching him by the hand.
"It seems Athena was not exaggerating the secrecy of this place. There is no formal dock, love."
"So what does that mean?"
Killian scratched behind his ear. "We may get a little wet, Princess. Unless you would rather bypass our sanctuary?"
She curled her hand into his chiton, her fingers playing over his heart. "I am always ready for an adventure with you, Spartan."
He grinned; she made him so happy, he could hardly think straight. She just overwhelmed him. "Very soon, love." He brushed his lips over hers. "Will you be alright for a few more moments?"
She touched her belly. "Yes. Just do not leave without me."
"Never." It took a bit longer than he expected but he managed to get them as close as he dared. He strapped on his borrowed sword; Emma had another from the stash they found on board as well as her dagger. They did not expect trouble, however with an island filled with Amazons and their families, one could not be too careful. He wondered if there was anyone who knew Emma, or her mother years ago. Emma had known nothing of the island prior to their flight, but that did not mean that no one from Themiscyra had escaped. He knew from bitter experience that men close to you could be there one day and gone the next, without any rhyme or reason to it.
"What happens to us?" a man asked.
Killian turned. "Pardon?"
"What happens to us?" the man repeated. He was one of the crew, a short yet strong man, skin brown from long days at sea. "You kill our captain, take over and now you're leaving?"
"This was always our destination," Killian said calmly, his hands loose at his sides, but ready to reach for his sword. "And we were merely defending ourselves. Once we are gone, you may go on your way. We have no quarrel with anyone here."
"But who will sail the ship?" It was another voice, feminine by the sound ot it. The other passengers had mostly steered clear of them, not that they minded. The woman came forward, her husband on her arm. "None of us know how!"
"There is an entire crew here that does," Killian said patiently. At least he was trying to be patient. With their new home so close, he really did not want to deal with these people and their petty concerns. Still, he'd taken on this responsibility, he would see it through to the end. "Elect one of them to be the captain and I am sure he will see you all on your way."
"Elect? What kind of nonsense is that?"
Killian scowled. "Fine. You there," he called waving to the man at the wheel. He'd been the second in command prior to the Captain's demise. "Can you sail this ship? Finish the journey?"
"Aye!"
"There you have it. You are now free to be on your way." May we never meet again, he thought crossly as he went to find Emma. She wasn't far away, waiting the tense moment with a look of pride on her face. "Is something amiss, darling?"
She slipped her hand into his. "I think I like you as the Captain," she said, her lips quirking up. "Is he coming with us?"
"If that is your wish, Princess." He fought the urge to kiss her senseless; they could not delay any longer. The sun was moving toward the west, they could not lose the light. He hoisted the bag of belongings onto his shoulder and led her to the rail. Before he could say otherwise, she let go of his hand and hoisted up her chiton so she could jump over the side. For a few tense heartbeats she remained submerged, but rose quickly, treading water and waiting for him, hair plastered to her head. Killian did not waste time, tossing her their belongings and jumping, smoothly slicing through the water. The cool sea water gave him a momentary shock, a knife in his lungs, but he fought it, coming up for air. He reached for the strap in Emma's hand, slinging it over his head before swimming for shore.
Emma was a good swimmer thanks to her secret place back in Themiscyra, but she'd never really had to swim this far at once before. Killian was ahead of her, pausing every so often, treading water until she caught up. Aside from the chill, it was actually quite fun; her queasiness became a distant memory now that she was one with the water. The worst part was their soaked clothing, the wool heavy on their bodies, weighing them down with every stroke. She fought through it, having come to far too be deterred by water.
Sooner than she expected, Emma felt wet sand under her feet. The waves splashed against the rocky sandy shore; Killian hurried over to help her up. They were both soaked to the skin but they were free.
Unfortunately, they also were not alone.
Emma kept her hand firmly in Killian's, refusing to allow him to be taken from her. The inhabitants of the little beachfront had spread the alarm, fearing the island was under some kind of attack. There was no one in the little group that believed their story about fleeing Themiscyra or that Emma was the princess. She did not recognize anyone, not that she expected to. Athena made it clear that not many chose this path; indeed, how could they when the island itself was such a secret? Emma had been stunned to find out such a place even existed, now she hoped they could find a home here.
Killian glanced at his Amazon through the corner of his eye, outwardly she gave no sign of tension. At least not any obvious ones. He knew her too well, the way her green eyes darted around, subtly searching for signs of danger, the way she held her head. Emma did not believe herself better than anyone else, her royalty something she could not control. But he could see it. There was a presence in her, an innate intangible something that drew people in, made them want to follow her. It was one of the things he loved about her, not shying away from everything that she was. He gave her a gentle squeeze and she offered him a small quirk of her lips.
As long as they stayed together, they could overcome anything.
They were guarded by a half dozen women, a couple of them Emma's age, some younger. How long had people been fleeing to this place? Were there multiple generations of exiled Amazons on the island? Emma had so many questions, but this was not the time to ask them. The path was dirt, etched out of the grass by feet and time. All of the guards were armed with spears; they'd taken nearly all of the couple's weapons, as a sign of good faith. Emma still had he dagger strapped to her thigh should the need arise.
She could not blame their hosts for being wary though. A strange ship turns up on their shore and two people just swim for it? These people would not be Amazons if they did not question the new arrivals.
They saw more people as they moved inland, men and women working side by side, tending crops mostly, but there were a few huts. These seemed to be homes, a mother with a child on her hip while she called for her son, playing at the edge of the little home's clearing. Her heart clenched a little, one hand instinctively going to her belly. One day soon, that would be her. A mother.
Killian saw the look on her face, the tenderness with just a hint of worry. He let go of her hand and slipped his arm around her waist. "Everything is going to be alright, love," he whispered, taking his eyes off their guard long enough to kiss her cheek. "I promise."
She looked into a brilliant blue eyes, brimming with love and hope and confidence. She felt safe when he looked at her like that, like she could do anything, be anything she wanted. Emma desperately wanted this life, a home, their children, her Spartan to grow old with. Her past dreams of glory were nothing compared to this simple peaceful life she craved. Killian had promised her many things since he came into her life; he never failed her. She would do her best not to fail him.
"Wait here."
It was a bit of a shock when they stopped, the lead guard—a tall woman with dark brown hair and eyes—stepping into one of the dwellings. This one was larger than the previous ones they'd passed, built of clay and tiles. A proper Greek house, albeit on a smaller scale than Athena's borrowed home. Emma caught a couple of the guards staring at them, more specifically at Killian, and she held him a little tighter. She could not help her possessive instincts; he was her mate, her other half, father of her child. She knew all too well how attractive he was, but he was hers.
Killian kept his smile to himself, instead burying his nose in Emma's golden tresses. They'd dried out some in the march from the shore; he hoped they could have a proper bath as soon as this nonsense was sorted out. He was certain it would be, it had to be. Athena would not have sent them here if it was not safe for them; their daughter was under the goddess' protection, after all.
"You may enter."
Emma shared a look with her Spartan and stepped inside the house, Killian right on her heels. She half expected it to be as plain at the other dwellings but there was armor and weapons displayed on the walls, a few pieces of beautiful pottery. Someone important lived here.
They moved toward the sound of voices, hoping to find their host. Or hosts, as it turned out. A man and a woman sat in the atrium, sunlight deepening the woman's copper curls. Her companion was dark haired like Killian, though not as handsome in Emma's opinion. Perhaps a bit shorter as well. Still, not unpleasing, if she weren't already so in love with her Spartan. The couple's heads were bent together, the man looking up as they entered the room.
"Our guests are here, wife."
The woman stood; she was taller than Emma expected. She definitely had the look of an Amazon, chiton trimmed short, dyed blue to match her eyes. She almost looked familiar, but Emma was certain she had never met this woman before. "Who are you and why have you come to our island?"
Killian gave her an encouraging nod. "I am Emma, Princess of the Amazons," Emma said clearly. The important thing was to show no fear. "This is my mate, Killian. We fled from Themiscyra, under Athena's protection. For us and our unborn child."
If their hosts were shocked by this pronouncement, they gave no sign. "Why should we believe you? How do we know you are not spies sent from Regina?"
"You knew Regina?" Emma hadn't expected that.
"Knew?"
Killian stepped forward, pulling aside one strap of his chiton. "Regina is dead, by my hand. After she did this to me and tried to kill Emma, her own flesh and blood."
The couple looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. "If Regina is dead, why are you here? If you truly are the Princess, why not stay?"
Emma's hand clenched into a fist, surprised at her own anger. She could still hear the chants of her sisters as they bayed for her blood and that of her Spartan. "You did not listen to them, hear them demanding my death and the death of those dearest to me," she said, her voice deathly calm. "All for the crime of falling in love."
Killian covered her clenched hands with his, hoping to soothe her. He hated that she'd been hurt like that, betrayed by people she considered her sisters. Her own people turned their backs on her, cast her out like trash. "I am so sorry, my love."
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears; she had not realized how much that still hurt. They were so concerned with getting here, finding the place where they could be safe, that she pushed those feelings down, burying them deep. "It is not your fault, my Spartan. It was never your fault. The gods had other plans for us." She brought his hands to her stomach. "And our child."
Killian rubbed his thumbs over her belly, still is awe of the life they created together. He could not wait to meet their little princess. "She will be as fierce and beautiful as her mother," he murmured, giving her a small smile. "I have no doubt of that." He ran his hands up her bare arms, her shoulders and neck to cradle her face, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. As he drew her into his arms, he turned to their hosts. "Do you still doubt us?"
The pair looked at each other, another silent conversation. "We should take them to her," the dark haired man said softly. "She will want to meet the Princess."
"You believe them, Jason?"
"I do. And if I know you at all, you do as well."
"Mother will be able to confirm their story at any rate." The woman nodded to Emma and Killian. "Come, we will take you to my mother."
They shared a look, both wondering just who this woman was. Some elder? A wise woman? There was so much about this place that they did not know; they were placing their fate in this woman's hands. Only their faith in their godly patrons eased Killian's mind. They followed their hosts out of the house and back onto the path, heading deeper into the green heart of the island. The man called Jason slowed until he was level with them.
"You must forgive Phoebe, she takes our security very seriously," he explained. "We have not had anyone arrive from the outside for many years."
"We had no idea such a place even existed," Emma replied, still holding Killian's hand. She drew strength from his nearness. "How long have you been here?" He looked to be just a few years older than they.
"I was born here," Jason said, sounding surprised. "As was Phoebe. Like nearly everyone here, my mother was an Amazon. My father is Ionian." He narrowed his gaze. "How did you discover our island?"
Killian spoke up. "Athena. She told me about it in a dream."
Jason's brows shot up. "The goddess Athena?"
"The very same. She is the patron goddess of Sparta; she answered our prayers. We would not have made it if not for her protection and guidance."
"That is quite a story," Jason hedged. "I can not imagine being in the presence of a goddess."
"Do you have a shrine for her on this island? We must pay our respects as soon as possible."
"Artemis as well," Emma added.
Killian smiled and squeezed her hand. "Indeed. She will be pleased to know we arrived safely."
"You speak as if you know them."
Emma shook her head. "We would never be so presumptuous, but we are honored by their concern for our welfare. We've already dedicated our daughter to Athena."
If Jason thought that was odd, he said nothing. He explained where the shrines were; Porphyris was home to many disparate peoples, each had their own images and traditions regarding the gods. Emma hoped this interrogation would be over soon so they could pay their respects. They owed the goddesses far more than they could ever repay.
The forest gave way to a clearing; Emma started at the impressive structure before them. If she didn't know better, she would have thought she was back in Themiscyra. The building seemed to be modeled after the palace she'd grown up in. Why would such a structure be here? Was it an homage to what had been left behind? The courtyard of the building was filled with young men and women training side by side in a traditional phalanx formation. Their shouts and grunts filled the air; she noticed Phoebe nod at the lead trainer as they passed.
"Who is that?"
"That is Daphne, Phoebe's sister. We are at peace, but we are always prepared for war."
Emma wished to ask more questions, but they hurried past the trainees and into the palace. Phoebe slowed, pausing to speak quietly to a guard. "She will receive us now."
Given where they were, Emma expected them to head into some sort of throne room, but they did not. Instead, Phoebe led them into a simply furnished sitting room, then knelt respectfully. Jason followed suit. It was darker than Emma or Killian expected; neither could discern anyone else in the room. They looked at each other, wondering what would happen next.
"Just a moment, child," a gravelly woman's voice said in the dimness. "This cloth will not weave itself."
"We have visitors, Mother," Phoebe said, head still bowed. "From the outside."
"Oh?" The old woman sighed. "Well, I suppose this can wait." Wood scraped on stone as she slowly stood. She grabbed a wooden cane and shuffled closer to the lone beam of light in the dark space. "Now who have you brought me?" Emma watched as the woman narrowed her eyes, which quickly widened in shock. "You. You have her eyes."
Emma's brows pinched together, not quite sure what the old woman could even mean. "Apologies, my lady. I am not sure what you mean."
The old woman seemed to straighten a bit, her gait stronger as she closed the gap between them. "It is I who should be apologizing, Highness. I just never expected Snow's daughter to find our humble home."
"You knew my mother?"
The smile lit up the old lady's face. "Indeed. We were great friends in our youth, trained together."
"So she is the Princess?" Phoebe asked, still a bit incredulous. She stood nearby with Jason, looking both wary and curious.
"You doubted her? Always so suspicious, my child."
"Mother, I..."
"You guard our people well, Phoebe. I am sure the Princess understands."
"Of course. We are refugees here, my lady," Emma said quickly. "Athena told us we would be safe here on your island."
"We are honored by the goddess' faith in us. Please, sit. I imagine we have much to discuss."
Jason and Phoebe found some stools and lit a few torches, lighting up the dim room. It was as sparsely furnished as Emma first suspected, sparse but comfortable. It seemed to be the old woman's private chamber. As they told her their story, they found out her name was Leda. She'd grown up with Snow, a few years older than her, but had fled prior to Snow's first (and only) participation in the Festival. When Emma informed Leda that Regina was dead, she sighed heavily.
"She was always jealous of your mother. It is sad that she transferred that to you, child."
"She tortured Killian," Emma said bitterly. "She wanted to take our child."
Leda covered Emma's hand with hers. Up close, she was not as old as Emma initially thought. Her hair was gray with traces of red, her eyes a warm brown. "This island has been a safe haven for our people for generations, Princess. Your family is safe here."
"Thank you," Killian said seriously. "We greatly appreciate your kindness."
"You must stay here with me until you've built a home of your own. It has been a long time since I have had young ones in my home."
Emma flushed. "We would not wish to intrude."
"I insist. My own daughters are grown with their own mates. My husband has passed. It is the least I can do for your mother. I only wish she could have made it here herself."
Emma looked at Killian. "We might not have met."
He smiled at her. "I choose to believe that we would, regardless of where we hail from, my love. I can not imagine a life without you."
"Nor I, you."
"Then it is settled. You will stay here for the time being. Now how are you feeling? Are you hungry?"
Emma and Killian cleaned up a bit before joining Leda's family for the late afternoon meal. They got to know Phoebe and her mate Jason a bit better, along with Leda's other daughter Daphne. They learned a great deal about the history of the island, the Amazons who had come before them. Phoebe gave them a tour of the palace, having relaxed considerably in the intervening hours. Emma liked her.
"The shrines are just behind that line of trees," Phoebe reminded them, pointing. "We can prepare your rooms while you make your offerings."
"Thank you, Phoebe."
"Emma?"
"Yes?"
"I am sorry for doubting your story. It's just...I have heard tales about Regina since I was a child. I guess I expected her heir to be just like her."
"She tried," Emma replied honestly. "There was a time when glory on the battlefield was all I wanted."
"And now?"
"Now?" She glanced back at Killian, who was sharing a similar moment with Jason. "I just want my family. Killian and our child. Peace."
"I hope you find it here."
"Shall we, love?" Killian asked.
Emma nodded, slipping her arm into his. It was late afternoon, the sun setting in the west. They should have just enough time to make their offerings and return before dark. She did not think being outside in a strange place after dark would be an auspicious start to their new life. Everyone was kind and welcoming, but it did not feel like home. Not yet.
"What about here, darling?" Killian stood in the center of a glade, arms spread wide. "Can you imagine us here?"
Two weeks had passed in their new home and neither thought it felt especially homey yet. They spent much of the first week in the palace with Leda; she was very kind and solicitous of their needs, using her wisdom to ensure Emma ate well and was healthy after their travels. They'd explained about Artemis protecting their baby, but the woman insisted on checking herself. Blessedly, Emma was healthy; in fact, she seemed to glow, the happiness shining through. That was all he wanted, for his love to be happy.
Slowly, they began to relax; the constant vigilance that characterized so much of their time together was more difficult to shake than they expected. Emma still kept her dagger strapped to her leg; Killian still suffered the occasional nightmare. Whenever that happened, Emma was right there, sleepily encouraging him to talk it out, soothing him with her touch. He felt much better than he had, much more himself; it frustrated him that his mind continued to betray him. Time, Emma preached, her fingers gently combing through his hair, was the only cure.
Time was all well and good, but Killian knew she needed something else. He suspected their temporary abode was making her homesick. It looked so much like the palace in Themiscyra, built by the original settlers, according to Leda. It was a fine home, but it was not their home. Killian wanted to give Emma a home fo their own; she deserved that after all they'd been through together. She'd given up everything to be with him, he would spend the rest of his life ensuring she did not regret it.
Emma looked around the glade, lip between her teeth. A creek ran nearby; she could hear the water rushing over the stones. The trees were tall and strong, but they were high enough that she could see the ocean in the distance. The grass was soft under her feet. It was a bit off the beaten path, but she did not mind that. She enjoyed their new friends, but there was something to be said for quiet solitude. "What do you think?"
"I am much more interested in what my Amazon thinks."
Emma rolled her eyes. "This will be your home too, Spartan."
"In that case, I like it. Quiet but with access to the creek. I could build a little skiff, perhaps join the fisherman at the beach."
"Is that what you want to be? A fisherman?"
He scratched behind his ear. "Honestly, I am not sure. I have not thought about it much. But we can not keep imposing on Leda's charity."
Emma came over and wrapped her arms around his waist. So proud, her Spartan. "I did enjoy your time as the Captain, you know. But I think you should do something that makes you happy."
"This makes me happy."
She smiled into his chest. "Something aside from me."
His large hands rubbed her lower back; it was too early in her pregnancy for her to be sore there, but she appreciated the gesture regardless. "What will you do? Have you thought about it?"
She laid her cheek on his chest. "A little. I believe Leda wants me to just assume my place as Princess, actually try to rule these people."
"You do not want that." It was a statement, not a question. Emma's aversion to ruling in her own right was something they'd discussed before.
"I do not know them. I thought the importance of this place was that everyone was equal."
"I agree. However..." He tipped her chin up. "Do not take this the wrong way, love, but your grace, your dignity, your leadership...that can not be denied. Throughout our adventures, people have looked to you and you have always risen to the occasion. You may not rule them as a princess, but I believe you can be a leader here. You have much to give, Emma."
She bit her lip; she wanted to deny the truth of his words, but knew she could not. She led armies, was groomed to lead her people from a young age. It was a part of who she was. To deny that would be to deny a piece of herself. And she did not want to run and hide. This was their home now, if she could help improve it, then she wanted to do so. "I will talk to Leda about it."
"Perhaps include Phoebe and Daphne as well. Their family seems to be the de facto authority."
Emma stood on her toes and placed a tender kiss to his lips. Killian always knew what to say to ease her mind. "I really do love this location, Killian. I think we should build our home here."
He beamed down at her, a breathtaking grin. "Then we shall make it so, love." He swooped down to kiss her soundly; Emma found herself giggling. All the pieces were beginning to fall into place.
They received another surprise when they arrived back at the villa. They'd spoken to Leda about their intent to marry, a process made complicated because they had no home of their own yet. Following the traditional Greek ceremonies felt superfluous, as neither Emma nor Killian had any family left. Those same ceremonies made Killian uncomfortable anyway, as they implied the bride was property to be passed from father to husband. His Emma was a proud fierce Amazon; he never expected her to bow and scrape for him.
Marriages on Porphyris were somewhat different, they'd discovered. They still had the feast and the unveiling, but the bride came to her husband of her own free will, a union of love rather than convenience or arrangement. It seemed while they were gone, Leda had taken it upon herself to arrange a feast for them, something small and intimate with their new friends. Emma left with Daphne and Phoebe to change into a new peplos and veil, Killian with Jason and Daphne's mate, Ariston. They washed in the traditional baths, purifying themselves for their union. Emma was already his in all the ways that truly mattered, but Killian felt giddy about this, like it was the culmination of all their dreams.
Who could have predicted this outcome when he awoke in an Amazonian prison all those weeks ago?
Emma dried herself carefully, actually taking time with her appearance. She would only get this one moment with her Spartan, the chance to see his face as they became husband and wife. Her peplos was silk, the purest white she had ever seen. It seemed to float over her skin, enhancing her pale flesh. The women tied her hair up into a golden cascade, held together with jeweled pins that she knew Killian would relish removing. After fitting the gossamer veil over her head, she breathed deeply, trying to steady her nerves. She wanted this, but there were so many times in the last few weeks where she doubted it would ever come to pass. Her people rejected her, gods wished to see her and her Spartan dead. To have made it to this place, to have finally found a home, was something she never wanted to take for granted.
The trio of women moved toward the main feasting room. It was decorated in greens and blues, splashes of tropical flowers brightening the space. Torches flickered in the sconces, two long tables lined the walls. She and the women settled on the left side, the soft cushions inviting. Servants came through and filled the cups with wine, but Emma did not partake. She kept eyes on the far door, waiting for Killian.
Killian secured the jeweled belt around his waist; it was far more wealth than he'd ever had in his life. It reminded him that he was marrying a Princess, despite her subtle rejection of that status. Emma would always be a Princess in his eyes. His palms itched, the waiting was interminable. At the appointed moment, he led the men into the hall, his gaze zeroing in on his bride. She was covered in a veil, dressed all in white, as was he. He caught a hint of her smile through the thin fabric; he could not help but smile back at her. The feast itself was a blur, their new friends offering congratulations and blessings of the gods for a long and happy life together. Killian knew his Amazon well enough to see her growing impatience and frustration with the veil. She could not remove it, even as she ate. The removing of the veil was the height of the ritual, the ceremonial union of the pair.
Emma downed the the last of her wine, waving off the server who tried to refill her cup. Between the veil and the torches she was stifled, more than ready to get away from this spectacle with her Spartan. She rose, causing all the others to rise as well. She nodded once at Killian, hoping he would follow her lead. She stepped out, walking the length of the table, turning the corner to bring her to the center of the room. With his longer legs, Killian was already waiting for her, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smile.
Killian reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips. She struggled for composure, but the pure joy in her veins was greater than her self control. She was still smiling as he reached for the veil and slowly drew it over her head, the light airy fabric fluttering to the floor. They moved at the same moment, lips meeting in an earnest heartfelt kiss. Killian wrapped her up in his strong arms, lifting her off the floor in his joy. The room erupted in applause, even as the newlywed pair continued to steal kisses, unable (or unwilling) to let one another go.
"Missed you," she murmured against his lips, forehead pressed to his.
"And I, you, wife," he replied, relishing the way she fit against him. Emma was soft but firm, her body still fit and toned. She was warm and sweet smelling, intoxicating in every way.
She kissed him firmly, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. They were finally husband and wife and Emma did not know this sort of happiness existed before him.
They managed to compose themselves long enough to thank their hosts and offer the appropriate prayers to the gods. Killian could almost feel Athena smiling down on them, her mission complete. Prayers and offerings made, Emma took his hand and gently tugged him toward their suite of rooms. Just before they got to the door, Killian scooped her up and carried her inside, her giggles music to his ears.
"Finally," he sighed, marching them right through the space to the balcony. Emma tightened her arms around his neck, moaning softly as he pressed her against the wall. "Emma."
She met his kiss enthusiastically, sucking greedily on his tongue, nails digging into his shoulders. Warmth spread through her, the ache building in her core. She wanted him just as much now as she did their first night together, her Spartan, her lover, her husband. "Killian...please."
"Begging already, wife?" he teased.
She ground her core against his straining erection, earning her a groan of approval. "You're one to talk, Spartan."
"Yes, I am guilty of wanting you," he murmured, pressing hungry kisses to her throat. "Always."
She arched into his touch, her breasts rubbing against the silk. "Gods, more."
Killian slid his hands under her ass and lifted her effortlessly, moving them to the waiting chaise. Free of all constraints, they'd taken to stargazing once more, making love under the stars. He laid her out, letting her undress him as he plucked the pins and jewels from her tresses. The gold appeared silver in the moonlight, so soft and silky in his hands. Emma opened her legs for him, holding him in the cradle of her thighs as she licked at his nipples, her hands wandering his body. Her Spartan was perfectly sculpted, so hard and firm and strong, calling to something primal within her.
Killian bit hard on his lip, slowly grinding his erection against her clothed cleft. He wanted to just bury himself in her heat, ride her until she screamed his name, then spend the rest of the night worshiping her like the goddess she was. But he did not wish to rush this first time as a married couple; Emma deserved better than that.
Emma ran her hand down his hard chest and abs, curling it around his cock. "Hmmm."
He instinctively rocked into her hand, a groan on his lips. "Fuck, Princess," he swore. "Don't stop."
She grinned seductively, tugging slowly, just the way he liked. "Love this cock," she whispered. "Love the way you fill me up, Spartan. So good."
Killian growled, bucking into her hand. "Careful, Princess."
"Or what?"
He grunted, wrapping his arms around her waist. In swift move, he switched their positions, Emma in his lap as he reclined against the chaise. He yanked hard on the pins and broach holding her peplos together, peeling it from her delectable body. "Hmm, that is better."
Emma grinned, sliding back off his thighs and settling on the very edge of the chaise. She cupped her breasts, rubbing and circling the hard nipples, getting wetter as his blue eyes darkened in the moonlight. Her lover watching her as she touched herself made her feel powerful, desirable and sexy; she moaned as Killian took himself in hand and stroked his cock. She wet her lips absently. He was delicious; she wanted to devour him.
"Please, love," he bit out, hips ricking up. "Suck me with that lovely mouth."
She could not resist him, not when he was laid out before her like a feast. She swept her hair over her shoulder and bent down, rubbing her cheek over the rigid flesh. He was warm and hard yet silky against her skin. Killian moaned, reaching up above his head to grip the top of the chaise. She traced the throbbing vein with her tongue, lapping at him, just teasing. Her own core throbbed in response, her powerful and dangerous Spartan completely surrendering himself to her ministrations.
His eyes rolled back in his head as she tormented him, her warm tongue ghosting over him. "Emma, Emma, Emma," he breathed. She was everything, his Amazon, he would gladly submit to her. A strangled groan tore at his throat, her wandering hands slipping between his thighs, fondling his balls, the sensitive place between his legs. Lust shuddered through him, pure want, desperation tingling at the tips of his fingers. He struggled to open his eyes, needing to watch her as she sucked him. She swirled her tongue around the weeping tip of him, lapping at the beads of precum he fed her. By the time she took him into her wet month, he was trembling, a moan of relief on his lips. She was so beautiful, sweet pink lips wrapped firmly around his cock, sucking and lapping at him until he saw stars. His climax tingled at the base of his spine, so close, but she never let him fall.
With a parting kiss to the belled head, Emma reached for his hand, bringing it between her splayed legs. "Feel how wet I am," she purred. "How much I need you inside me, Spartan."
Killian wet his lips, fingertips skimming over her soaked swollen cunt. There was a wet spot on the chaise, her essence dripping out of her. "May I have you now, Princess? Need to feel you."
Emma moaned, pressing herself deeper against his fingers. "Soon, love. That feels so good."
"This?" He turned his wrist, sinking two digits inside her heat. Her walls gripped him, hips rocking faster. Killian sat up, ducking his head to toy with her nipples as he finger fucked her. Emma sank her fingers into his thick hair, gripping it hard as he manipulated her body. Pressure built quickly; she was so aroused, wet and wanting, a third finger stretched her. "Yes," she panted. "Oh yes."
"Come, love," he whispered into her skin. "Come."
Emma shattered, her soft cries filling the night. He stroked her through it, dragging it out until she was shaking in his arms. But he was not through with her. Killian growled as he picked her up by the waist, settling her on his hips and impaling her on his cock. Emma screamed again, the abrupt intrusion stretching her so perfectly. "Killian!"
He gripped her ass tightly, helping her ride him, eagerly finding her mouth to swallow her cries. "So hot and tight, Princess," he growled, nipping at her lips. "Spread those legs for me, love. Let me see you."
Emma could hardly think, but her body obeyed him. She spread her legs in his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. She whimpered as he sank even deeper inside her, his gaze dropping to where they were joined. "Killian...fuck, fuck, yes!"
He couldn't tear his eyes away, Emma's body swallowing his cock whole. She was so sweet, hot, gripping him wetly, her walls rippling along his shaft. He loved bringing her pleasure, making her fall apart. He found her lips, devouring them in a heated kiss. "Touch yourself, Princess," he panted. "Please."
She kissed him again, wet and sloppy, as she lowered her right hand to her clit. Simply touching the wet swollen nub made her shudder, her breathing hitching as she moaned into his mouth. The things he made her feel were unreal; she needed everything he could give her. "Close," she breathed. "Fuck."
Killian squeezed her ass, guiding her hips, urging her faster and harder, skin slapping together as she started to shake. Emma threw her head back and cried out, their hips clashing hard, white hot pleasure scorching her. Killian rode her hard, chasing his own high, grunting out her name as he shot his seed deep inside her womb. He had just enough awareness to catch her as she fell, sagging heavily against his chest. The chaise hit his back, forcing the breath from him, but he paid it no mind. His wife was in his arms, his lovely Amazon, his forever.
It was some time before Emma stirred, curled up in his lap like a cat. Killian thought she was adorable, not that he would say so. "Love?"
"Hmmm."
"How do you feel?"
Emma nuzzled his chest, his hands rubbing her arm and hip. He just made her feel safe. "Good."
"Sore?"
"Doubting my word, husband?"
He grinned, relishing that word on her lips. "Never, my love. Perhaps we should continue this conversation in our bed?"
"What's wrong with here?"
"It is getting a bit chilly, Princess. You much take care."
"Very well." She moved to rise, but Killian simply sat up and cradled her against his chest, carrying her to bed. She did not let him get far, snuggling close as he pulled the blanket up. He was warm and comfortable, home. "Are you happy, Killian?"
His brows knitted, wondering where her query was coming from. "Yes, Emma. I am happier than I ever imagined. Why do you ask?"
She drew random shapes on the bare skin of his hip. "We have our whole future now. A child on the way. We're building our own home."
"We are married," he added with a grin.
"Yeah." She threaded their fingers squeezing his lightly. "We made it. Everything we dreamed of."
"I would not change a thing, Emma. Every hurt, every struggle, was worth it, to get us to this moment. I love you and I will always love you. I can not wait to meet our daughter and..." He smirked. "Give her brothers and sisters."
Emma laughed, hitching her leg over his hip. "Perhaps you should pace yourself, Spartan."
He ran his fingertips along her spine, stealing a chaste kiss from her lips. "I believe you are the insatiable one, wife."
"We'll see about that." She pushed him onto his back, straddling him effortlessly. She bent over to kiss him deeply, shivering as his rough hands began to explore her body. Their love was heat and passion and deep understanding; a fire she would spend the rest of her life nurturing.