Emma kept turning in bed trying to get a good position to sleep. It didn't matter what position she turned, she kept seeing Killian catching the bottle filled with explosive material. He was beyond lucky that he wasn't in a million pieces and the thought of not being with Killian was making her heart sick.
She decided she needed to see him. Even if her guards wouldn't allow Killian into her bedchamber alone, that didn't mean they wouldn't allow her in Killian's bedchamber. She tied on a robe and walked out of her room. She felt the guards walking along side of her. When she got to Killian's door, her hand went to the handle and one of the guards touched her hand.
"Your highness is it wise to go into the Prince's bedchamber at this late hour?" the guard asked.
"I'm his fiancée, he wouldn't mind," Emma answered. With that, she walked right into his bedroom. The room was dark, only the fire from the fireplace illuminated the room.
As she got closer to Killian's canopied bed, she spied his form facing away from her, his dark hair tousled, his breathing was long and steady, his muscular back was bare, the blankets meagerly covering his narrow hips. Her eyes wandered where they would, a warm blush suffused her cheeks when she realized how forward she was gazing at his sleeping semi-nude body. She leaned over the bed as her eyes followed the lines of his buttocks past the blanket and all of a sudden his hand shot out to grab her arm. Emma gasped as she found herself being swept down over the man. Killian rolled to his side taking Emma with him, pulling her flush against him with an arm around her slender waist until she looked up and stared into his azure eyes.
"See something you like, darling?" Killian asked with a smirk.
"I couldn't sleep," Emma confessed. "I kept thinking of you and wanted to be near you."
She heard him suck in his breath when he heard those words from her lips. He stroked her face, lifted her hand to his cheek and kissed it tenderly.
"From the day's events, it makes you realize how fleeting life is," Killian ruminated. "I want to be with you as much as possible too from now on."
He dipped his head and captured her lips with a long drawn out kiss that always overwhelmed her.
"Before I start ravishing you, I need to talk to the guards to get them to keep quiet about you being an adorable little minx sneaking into my room," Killian got up to put on a robe.
He came back quickly. The guards dare not say anything after hearing of the security embarrassment of the near assassination earlier that night. Killian made them understand that his princess should not be alone after the terrifying ordeal she experienced.
He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed with her. She clung to him as his mouth seared her neck to her ear. When his tongue swirled around her earlobe, she shivered deliciously. His mouth was on her as he slowly pushed her nightgown off her leaving her bare. She was breathless when he pulled back to give her a very thorough examination with his eyes and his hands.
His hand plumped up one breast to offer to his mouth while his other hand covered her other breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple. He was taking his time with her, turning her over, driving her crazy in his devotion of every inch of her, in particular the firm globes of her derriere, which he kneaded, kissed, and nipped until she thought she was going up in flames.
When he finally rolled her back over, it was the finger that moved into her that was her undoing. She cried out as his mouth covered her pussy, tasting her, his tongue moving over the tiny bundle of nerves. Wave after wave came crashing down on her until her body felt limp and satisfied.
She felt Killian's body travel upwards over her until he was nibbling gently at her lips. Once she recovered from her high, she reached for his crotch, feeling Killian tense his taut stomach muscles as she grasped his hardness. Emma recalled her lesson from one of the dancers on how to give good head and she followed her lessons to a tee. She turned him on his back and made her way with her lips and tongue down his furred, hard chest. She kissed the tip of his member and slowly licked up the sides of his hardness. She watched Killian as he trembled and threw back his head with his mouth open, squeezing his eyes shut as she took him in her mouth. It seemed like he was fighting for control because he wanted the pleasure to last longer. Emma enjoyed the feeling of giving pleasure to him and the control she had over his body as she moved her lips up and down his hardness, restraining her teeth and swirling her tongue around his cock.
"My love, you feel so good," Killian gasped. "I don't think I can last much longer."
He gently moved her head off him but she still pumped his cock with her hand until he spurted onto his belly.
"Why didn't you let me swallow you, darling," Emma asked. "I wouldn't have minded."
Killian groaned at the thought but then he said with a smirk, "A gentleman never surprises a lady that way."
He got up to clean himself off and then crawled back into bed. Emma still dazed, lying next to Killian, couldn't believe that she could feel so much for one man. She held fast to the man who had shown her what her body was capable of and the heights of pleasure she could achieve. Feelings of gratitude and tenderness mixed with love made her want to thank him, kiss him, tell him how magnificent he was, how euphoric she felt now. She just continued to hold him, occasionally she caressed him, finally she kissed his shoulder so softly, he couldn't possibly have noticed. But he did, when he turned to her and returned the physical affection.
They spent the rest of the night satisfying each other with their hands and mouths until they drifted off to sleep feeling weightless and numb with Emma's maidenhead still intact.
"Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin" Milah said expecting to see the magical imp at any moment.
She heard the imp's insane giggle behind her and she whipped around to face him.
"Long time, no see, my dear Milah," Rumpelstiltskin said.
"Rumpel, I'd like to make a deal," Milah announced.
"Oh, getting right to the point, are we?" Rumpelstilstkin conjectured. "Before we get down to business, aren't you going to ask about our son?"
"Of course, how is Bae?" Milah asked out of propriety.
"He is well," Rumpelstiltskin said. "Wealth looks good on you."
Milah had made a deal with the Dark One to give him a child in exchange for a good life. She was sick and tired of working as a barmaid at a tavern. She dreamed of having a better life for herself. She came across the Dark One in his travels and was desperate to make a deal. At first when he heard her request, he did not see the merit in making an arrangement with an ordinary bar wench. What could she have that he would want? Until she offered to have his child for him.
He considered it. Maybe having a child would make his life less lonely and he had someone who could share his wealth and power. Someone he could marry off to a princess so he could finally be connected to royalty. He never wanted to be weak and powerless again. Having a son could solidify his power and he could have a person be his right hand man that he could trust.
The first time she lay with him, she thought she would be sick looking at his green scaly skin but when she became aware of how much power he wielded, she grew excited at the prospect of bedding him. She realized that she loved bedding men with power. Men who had the power of life or death, war or peace, wealth or poverty, turned her on. It didn't take her long to get pregnant. Once she had the baby, she happily gave him over to Rumpel while Rumpel made arrangements for her to marry a wealthy, aristocratic, powerful man.
Unfortunately, that man was seventy-two years old. She spent the first few years of married life with an old man and cursing Rumpelstiltskin for her fate until she was introduced to court. There she found out first hand the lascivious indulgences of court life and she drowned in its licentiousness. She had affairs left and right until she started plotting her way to become mistress to royalty. She nagged her husband to purchase a house in the city so she can stay near court while he took care of business at his country estate. It was a perfect situation for her. She could have her affairs while her husband stayed away.
Her dreams came true when she finally met Prince Killian. It was quite a fight against other women competing for his attention but she eventually triumphed in the end and had his last mistress ousted out of court by spreading lies about her infidelity to the Prince.
Unfortunately, her reign as mistress to a Prince came to an end with the appearance of Princess Emma. As soon as Milah saw how beautiful Emma was she had a feeling Killian would throw her over for his pretty princess. All her hard work would be for nothing. Milah was livid. She wasn't going to stand meekly by while her chances of becoming mistress to a future King were thwarted and be the laughingstock of the court.
