Author's note: So this has been brewing for a while. I had someone on Tumblr ask me a while ago for another Killian/Emma/Hook fic. That's what this is. If magic, a double dose of Killian Jones and sexy times are your thing, I hope you enjoy this. If not, do us all a favor and click away. It's okay. Really. This takes place about a year after season 6 of the show; season seven is not a factor. It's really just 17000 words of almost pure smut. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As hard as I try, they are not mine.
Pirate Gold
Emma smoothed down her gown nervously. She could feel her heart tripping in her chest; her skin tingled with excitement. She'd imagined a night liked this more times than was probably wise, especially for a married woman. A woman married to someone handsome, sweet, patient, and undeniably sexy. Emma had begrudgingly acknowledged her husband's attractiveness long before she could recognize that she loved him. In truth, she loved him long before; she was simply frightened. Never more frightened of him than the night that occasionally haunted her dreams.
Seeing Killian in full Captain Hook mode during that trip to the past was eye opening to say the least. Killian had tried to warn her that she didn't know that Killian, didn't understand what he was capable of, but Emma knew better. No matter the time and place, she knew Killian Jones. From the moment they met, she understood him. In so many ways (too many ways), it was like looking in a mirror. It scared the crap out of her at first. As his blue eyes turned from mistrustful, to intrigued, to hopeful, to yearning, fear settled in her chest. Fear that she felt the same. Fear that if she did, he could break her heart. So, she pushed him away, said hurtful things, pretended like she didn't care.
His jealousy of his past self had amused her at the time. Back then, she believed that was easier, manipulating Captain Hook because it meant she didn't have to deal with Killian and his…feelings. Feelings were scary. Seduction was easy.
Until she was face to face with two Killian Jones.
Hook's slightly inebriated kiss had been heady; she could stop thinking and just feel, just for a moment. Then Killian appeared, a growl on his lips, eyes bright with indignation, and fist to his twin's jaw. She'd been too shocked to think for a moment, looking from one to the other. She was surprised at how much his actions bothered her. Then she was surprised at how guilty she felt. And how intrigued she'd felt. What would have happened if he hadn't stepped in? What if Killian hadn't been there at all? Emma didn't know what she would have done and that bothered her for a long time.
Once Emma allowed herself to be happy with her Killian, those feelings melted away. Mostly. Rather than guilt, those feelings morphed into something darker, forbidden. She adored Killian with all her heart, but she knew that her sweet Killian wasn't all that he was. He just as much Captain Hook as he was Killian Jones. He didn't like letting her see that part of him, like it was something to be ashamed of. After Emma's own experience with capital D Darkness, she knew there was no need for him to do that. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that even dark vengeful Captain Hook would never hurt her. Not unless she asked him to. Very nicely.
Emma squirmed, the very thought doing wicked things to her. Also, the corset cinched around her torso was a bit uncomfortable. She would never get used to the damn things. But tonight, it was all a part of the experience.
It was their first anniversary. Emma and Killian took the Jolly Roger out over a week ago, sailing down to New York. They'd spent three days in the city, making new memories to replace the unhappy ones. They were making a leisurely trip back, hovering on the outskirts of Storybrooke. Neither was especially keen to get back to their real lives; it was their first true alone time since they'd been married. She wanted just a little more time; she felt like they'd earned it.
When Emma first suggested this little game, she half expected Killian to balk. She knew that trip to the past held painful memories for him; while they were happy now, she was reluctant to bring it up at all. However, when he asked for her thoughts on how to spend their final night on the Jolly, it just sort of slipped out. He asked her some pointed questions, making her blush furiously. Yet, she could see that he was intrigued too. It was a lot to ask of her husband, but—bless him—he seemed willing to indulge her. A bit of magic later and she was ready to live one of her most risqué fantasies.
At least, she hoped she was ready.
Emma stepped off the Jolly and down to the magically created dock. It looked exactly the way she remembered it, back in the Enchanted Forest. She'd gotten the spell via a very discreet call to Belle, who hadn't asked any questions. In fact, Belle went a step further, sending an enchanted crystal for the trickiest bit of magic. Killian accepted it somewhat dubiously, only comforted by the fact that it was Emma performing the magic. Once she finished the spell, he'd winked at her and stalked off the ship. The twinkle in his eyes led her to believe he was up to something; she just wasn't sure what. It was just one more layer of excitement on top of everything else.
In a very good way.
Get on with it, Swan, she scolded herself. Emma marched into the tavern, slipping into a seat near the window, just as she had back in the past. A serving girl brought her a drink, but Emma hardly glanced at it. Where was Hook? Had she screwed up the magic somehow? As the minutes passed, she tried to ignore the disappointment that churned in her gut. Why should she be disappointed? She had a wonderful husband waiting for her.
"Ahoy, mates! First round's on me!"
Hook.
Her eyes were drawn to him like a magnet, his handsome profile taking her breath away. He looked exactly as she remembered, long leather coat, dark red vest with the chest hair peeking out. She swallowed involuntarily; she glanced away long enough to knock back her drink. The alcohol burned down her throat, rum. A smirk played at her lips; would he notice?
It was a keen ache, sitting there watching Hook. He caroused with his men, drinking (though not as much as she expected), shouting, playing games of dice. It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't the only woman staring at him. Several others came and went; Hook didn't pay them much mind at first. Gradually, a couple flanked him on either side, giggling and generally throwing themselves at him. Hook certainly looked, but he didn't seem to be all that interested. She knew what interested Hook looked like.
One of the giggly girls slid her hand over his chest and something in her snapped. Killian was hers. She loosened the top ties of her gown and ran her fingers through her hair.
"That man, you don't know him."
Emma smirked to herself as she moved through the tavern. "We both know I'm his type." She felt other eyes on her as she wove in and out of the crowd. Her whole body tingled as she approached him; there was an undeniable pull they had. It was there from the very beginning; she wished she hadn't pushed him away for so long. She was so thankful he stuck it out. It was all worth it.
A few of his crew got up to fetch another round of drinks; Emma slid right in, a smile on her lips. "What are we playing?"
Hook's blue eyes flickered to hers; warmth spread through her as he regarded her, the interest evident. He grinned, that roguish sexy grin that made her stomach flip. "Anything you like, love," he purred, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Bastard. Her Killian knew exactly what that did to her. He sent the giggly girls away; Emma boldly moved to sit next to him. "Drink?"
"Sure." Emma picked up the dice; she could tell instantly that they were loaded. Pirate. She smiled. "What's your poison?"
"Rum. And the lady would like…"
"I'll have the same."
"As you wish." He gestured for the barmaid to bring a bottle and a couple of glasses. His eyes flickered to where she handled the dice. "Ever play?"
"Oh, more than you know." Her Killian spent a lot of time teaching Henry how to play; Emma sometimes joined in. It was fun. "What should we play for?"
He reached into his pocket and tossed out a little pouch of gold. "How's this to start?"
She reached into her top—his eyes followed her every move; she saw him swallow heavily—and pulled out her own pouch of coins. "To start," she agreed.
The rum arrived; Killian poured them to healthy portions. She didn't want them to get too drunk—that would ruin the fun—but she did intend to get pleasantly tipsy, unlike the last time she was with Hook. She was the first to knock back her drink; the alcohol burned as it went down. She saw his eyes widen ever so slightly, impressed. "Bottoms up." He downed it in one shot; Emma squirmed a little in her seat.
They spent a little while actually playing dice; with them loaded, it didn't take long for Hook to obtain most of her gold. She pretended to be quite put out about it; he just kept smiling and offering her more rum. Emma knew how to hold her liquor; she could feel the pleasant tingles all over. "I don't think I like this game anymore, Captain."
"Captain? And how does the lass know that? I don't even know your name."
Emma reached out and caressed his hook, inching closer to him on the bench. "Do you need to know it?"
Boldly, he rested his hand on her thigh; it felt like a brand even through her skirts. Emma wet her lips, arousal burning through her. She liked this Hook, very much. Killian wasn't especially shy with her; she could tell there was something different about Hook. This was her Killian but without the guilt he carried. He was free in a way her Killian wasn't. She liked it. "I would very much like to know it."
"Emma," she replied, still caressing his hook. "My name is Emma."
"Emma." His thumb stroked her leg. "You seem to be having a stroke of bad luck, love."
"Oh, I don't know. Luck is all a matter of perspective, don't you think?"
"Interesting. What's your perspective, Emma?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Perhaps I would."
Emma shivered; the echo of her Killian striking. She picked up her glass and took another drink. "I thought you wanted to know how I knew you were a captain?"
"I did wonder."
She ran her hands over his hook, sliding down over his brace. "You're famous, Captain. Everyone knows Captain Hook." Just to taunt him, she brought the metal to her lips; it was warm.
Hook swallowed again, inching closer to her. "Who are you, lass?" he murmured, bringing his hook down to scoop neckline of her dress. Slowly, he dragged his hook over her skin, the straining swells of her breasts, pure lust drenching his blue gaze.
Now they were getting somewhere. While Emma enjoyed their banter, she needed him to touch her. Their booth was toward the back, out of the way; she bit her lip as she dragged her skirts up, exposing her legs. "Are we just going to tease each other all night or are you gonna do something, Captain?"
She squealed a little as he hitched his arms under her knees and dragged her closer. Her thighs rested on his, his hand and hook slid boldly under her skirts. "You are a saucy lass. I like it."
"You have no idea, Captain." With that, she closed the space between them, slanting her lips over his. She felt his fingertips dig into her skin as he kissed her back, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Emma hummed in pleasure, her hands cupping his scruffy cheeks. This kiss was different from her Killian's, less gentle, more demanding. Arousal slithered down her spine; her clit pulsed with need. Hook's hand slid deeper under her skirt; Emma spread her legs wider, silently encouraging him to touch her. Hook didn't need to be told twice; his fingers grazed her bare sex.
"Bloody hell," he cursed softly. She could tell he hadn't been expecting that; Emma grinned.
"Speechless, Captain?"
"Minx." He circled her clit firmly; Emma shivered. "I do love a lass that knows what she wants." He ran two fingers over her slit; Emma's eyes fluttered shut as he stroked her. Her hand fumbled for his brace, using it to anchor her as he wound her tighter and tighter. She canted her hips into his touch, gasping softly as two long fingers entered her. She half expected herself to feel guilty about letting Hook touch her, but she didn't. This was Killian, her Killian, learning her body, reveling in her pleasure.
"Fuck, don't stop," she breathed.
"Here, love?" he purred, leaning over her caressing her neck with his lips. "You want me to make you fall apart right here in front of all these people?"
Christ, she'd forgotten about the rest of the tavern. The world was reduced to the sensation between her legs, the tight knot of pleasure overwhelming her senses. But this was a magical construct, it wasn't real. She wouldn't have to face anyone after. This was between her and Killian. Both Killians. "Please," she begged, grinding over his hand. "Please."
She heard him chuckle darkly, his fingers twisting just right. He stroked her sweet spot mercilessly; her thighs began to tremble. She squeezed his thigh hard as she climaxed, her hips rutting against his hand. Waves of pleasure washed through her; Hook's lips sucked greedily on her racing pulse. "Gods, I want you, lass."
She could barely think; her only real thought was getting him back to the Jolly so he could have his wicked way with her. But she loved this too, the knowledge that anyone could see them like this was intoxicating. She dragged his mouth back to hers, quickly dropping her hand to cup him through his leather pants. He groaned into her kiss as she stroked him firmly; Emma's core clenched in need. Hook was cocky and arrogant; he had every reason to be. She knew exactly what he was hiding in those pants.
God, she needed him.
Hook's hips jerked as she continued to stoke him, his fingers digging into her skin. "The lass likes it rough, does she?" he growled, tweaking one of her nipples through her gown.
"You have no idea," she confirmed, still breathless from her orgasm. She curled her fingers around his wrist, bringing wet fingers to her lips. She licked him clean, moaning softly at the taste of her on his skin. "We should get out of here."
"I thought you liked to be watched."
She could feel eyes on them; a fresh surge of lust rolled through her. There was only one person she wanted to watch them right now. "Maybe I do," she agreed. "But I want to be yours all night long."
"Fucking hell." Hook took a couple of deep breaths to settle himself long enough to stand. His hand curled around Emma's, tugging her after him. Emma followed willingly, thrilled that she'd riled him up so much. This might be more fun than she expected.
They emerged out of the back door of the tavern; Hook wasted no time, trapping her between the wall and his body. His very hard toned body. Emma moaned, his erection pressing into her belly. He kissed her hard, like he was demanding her surrender. She wasn't going to give in, not yet. She gave as good as she got, boldly hitching her leg over his hip. Her skirts prevented her from rubbing against him in the way she craved, but he got the idea. "Fuck, Emma."
"How do you want me, Captain?" she purred, her breath hitching as he thrust against her. "Here?"
Hook's head was spinning. Who was this woman? Where had she come from? She was the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen, alluring, sexy beyond words. Her cunt felt like heated silk around his fingers; he couldn't wait to claim that tight sheath. He hadn't felt this way in centuries; he wanted to do everything to her. He wanted her on her knees; he wanted her legs spread wide. He wanted to spank her hard, make her ass nice and pink before he claimed that too. He wanted to ruin her for other men, make her his. Forever.
"I'm all yours," she promised, her back arching as his hook yanked at her bodice. With the ties loosened, it was easy for him to expose her breasts to the air; the skin pebbled painfully. She moaned in pleasure, coaxing his mouth down. He took the hint, sucking on one greedily as he rolled and pinched its twin. Molten heat pooled between her legs; if she'd been wearing underwear it would have long since been ruined. She was the most turned on she'd ever been in her life and this was only a teaser for what was to come.
He sucked her pert nipple until she cried out; he grinned wolfishly at her. "Think you can handle me, lass?"
She wet her lips, hoping he wouldn't tease her too much longer. "Fuck me, Captain."
He chuckled darkly. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything and he would have her. But he wanted her to beg. "All in good time, all in good time." There was a small pile of boxes nearby; he gestured with his hook. "Bend over for me, love. Let me see that pretty cunt."
His tone brooked no arguments; Emma shivered in delight. This was what she wanted. She didn't bother to adjust her bodice before moving, bending over provocatively and raising her skirts. Her shoes made her legs and ass look amazing; she smirked to herself as Hook groaned. His fingertips ghosted over the curve of her ass, tracing her cleft, dipping between her soaked thighs. Emma spread her legs wider, needing more of his expert touch. The sharp smack took her by surprise; she yelped loudly. Two more in quick succession had her moaning, her sex dripping.
"You're perfect," Hook murmured as he soothed the sting with his hook. "So fucking perfect."
Emma heard a thump; she almost rose, confused. Until she felt a warm tongue on her swollen needy sex. "Oh shit," she gasped, fisting the material of her skirts. "Shit." She could only hang on as he slowly devoured her, his tongue licking and stroking her lower lips, his fingers circling her aching clit. He seemed content to take his time, despite the fact that anyone could walk out of the back of the tavern and find them there. "More, fuck, more, Hook!"
Hook could feel her trembling; he liked seeing her on the edge of bliss. And she tasted incredible, sweet but with a sharp tang that was quickly becoming an addiction. He could spend hours between these glorious thighs, bringing her to climax again and again and again.
Emma used her free hand to hang on to the box; her knees were unsteady. Her whole lower body felt like jelly; Hook's talented tongue and fingers held on the edge of sanity.
Until she felt warm lips on her clenched fingers.
Emma's eyes snapped open in alarm, looking around wildly. It was a full moon; that was the only light that illuminated the magically created village. A tall black clad figure stood to her left; his blue eyes drenched in lust and mischief.
Killian.
Emma relaxed just a fraction, until her mind caught up. Killian. Her Killian. Standing there, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, as Hook ate her out.
Oh fuck.
Instinctively, her eyes locked with his. Green on blue, love, lust and acceptance dancing between them. How long had he been watching? Had he been hiding in the tavern? Had he watched as Hook made her come? A needy moan tumbled from her lips; her body craving him. She dropped her eyes to his crotch; his cock stood proudly at attention, a bead of precum swelling at the tip.
Hook chose that moments to suck her clit between his lips.
Emma shattered instantly, the long pulls of his mouth sending wave after wave of bliss through her. She screamed, loudly, not giving a fuck who heard her. Hook was relentless, working her into a boneless mess. She sagged into the box, breathing hard, her body tingling from her climax and the rum.
"Bloody magnificent," he growled, fingertips circling her rear entrance. Emma moaned weakly, the stimulation almost too much. She half expected him to just take her right there, but he didn't. He pressed kisses to the base of her spine, his hips resting against her ass. "I'm going to take you to my ship now. Then I'll give you what you want."
Emma was too blissed out to argue. Hook lowered her skirts and scooped her up. It was only then that she remembered they weren't alone. But when she looked for Killian, he was gone. Had he gone ahead to the Jolly? Emma hoped so. "I can walk," she said, still catching her breath.
"I've carried rum barrels heavier than you," he countered. His voice was strained, but not because she was heavy. No, Emma felt light as a feather. His cock ached, straining against the laces of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her slick cunt, but he forced himself to wait. He was certain she would be worth it.
Emma didn't argue again; instead looping her arms around his neck. When they got to the Jolly, it appeared deserted. Hook lowered her to her feet more gently than she expected, drawing her close for a needy kiss. Emma moaned into it, once more tasting herself on his tongue. "Nightcap, Captain?" she breathed.
He chuckled. "That's my line, lass," he teased. "And there is only one thing I want."
"What's that?"
"You." He opened the hatch to his quarters, gesturing for her to climb down. She was a little wobbly; Hook couldn't stop the pride that swelled in his chest. He'd done that to her. He'd made her a quivering needy mess, desperate for his cock. He followed her, relief washing through him as he landed back in his space. Now, she was utterly his. He yanked on her wrist, dragging her back into his arms. They kissed hungrily, Emma's hands sliding under his big coat. "A woman like you deserves my prompt and full attention."
"Don't you mean our prompt and full attention?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat. Wood scraped on wood; her Killian stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed differently from Hook, the black velvet vest rather than the red. Emma loved both. Her body hummed at the sight of him, leather coat gone, his trousers open, not bothering to hide his erection.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Hook snapped. This man looked just like him; it was the damnedest thing. And Hook had seen some insane things over the centuries.
"This," Killian said clearly, "is for her." He moved close to Emma, kissing her bare shoulder. "Isn't it, my love?"
She looked from Killian to Hook, almost too overwhelmed to speak. One Killian Jones was enough to make her weak in the knees; two was just being greedy. Yet, standing between them, she needed it. "Enjoy the show?" she asked, offering him her sexiest smile.
"Very much," Killian replied, pulling back some of her hair with his hook. "Love watching you come, sweetheart." It had been a little disconcerting at first, watching Emma with his more dastardly twin. Yet, seeing how much she enjoyed it, the way she responded to him, quickly had him harder than he'd ever been in his life. It seemed Emma liked Captain Hook. Very much.
"You were watching? Who the bloody hell are you?" Hook demanded.
"I'm you, mate. Isn't it obvious?"
"Oh yes, it's crystal clear now."
Emma sensed they were losing him. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him; Hook melted into her, just as she hoped. "You're Killian Jones," she whispered. "And so is he. I promise."
"How?" Few people knew his real name; hell, he sometimes forgot it. How did she know it?
"Magic." To prove it, she waved her hand, lighting the nearby lamp. Hook's eyes widened. "There was a night, much like this, when I could have had this," she confessed. "Two of you. But I was too scared."
"Of what?"
"The way you felt about me." She turned to her Killian, the one who stood by her, even when she tried so desperately to push him away. "I loved you then, you know. Even when I couldn't admit to myself, I loved you."
"Emma…" Killian surged forward, kissing her hard. "I love you so bloody much."
Hook blinked, nonplussed. What game was she playing at? An unfamiliar emotion curled in his gut. Jealousy. He stood there, watching them, burning with jealousy for the love they felt. He wanted that, he realized. He wanted her.
Emma pressed her hand over Hook's heart. "You're him, and he's you. I love Killian Jones and Captain Hook. I want you both. I want to feel your hands on me. Your lips. Your hooks." She curled her fingers around each and drew them to her lips; both men groaned. "I want you both to claim me so completely that you will never doubt how much I need you."
Hook stared into her pleading green eyes, unable to look away. "Yes," he agreed at last. "Gods yes."
Emma beamed at him, lunging forward, lips hot on his. He yanked her to him, eager to devour her sweet lips. Another body pressed against Emma's back, hand and hook quickly working the ties at the back of her gown. "Anything you want, lass," Killian murmured against her throat. "So fucking perfect." He'd always known he was the luckiest bloke in all the realms but seeing the way she could give herself so freely to them had him falling in love with her all over again.
Emma shuddered, clinging to Hook's waist for support. Their strong muscled bodies held her up, keeping her pinned between them. Hook's tongue danced with hers, surrendering to the lust between them. While Killian worked on her clothes, she started on Hook's, forcing the heavy leather coat off his shoulders. He stepped away for a second, shaking it loose, then kicking it away. He eyed Emma hungrily, drinking her in as his twin peeled her gown and chemise down her body. Emma rubbed her thighs together, desperate to ease the ache that was building. Hook's gaze was locked on her breasts, her nipples hard points of need. If he wanted to watch, she could oblige him.
She turned slightly, her mouth seeking Killian's. He groaned as she kissed him wetly, her free hand guiding his hook down her flat belly. They worked the gown over her hips, letting it pool at her feet. Killian groaned even louder when he realized she was naked under the gown, her inner thighs glistening with arousal. "Emma."
She smiled, leaning back against him. "Touch me," she demanded, her eyes locked on Hook's. His gaze burned her; she needed more. Killian obliged her, dipping his hand between her thighs. Emma spread her legs wantonly, rolling her hips into his touch while she cupped her breasts. Together, they fed the fire under her skin, setting her ablaze. The loud squelching sound of his fingers in her cunt was deeply erotic, especially with Hook staring at them like a man starved. Emma ground against Killian's thick erection, eager to have him inside her. Eager to have them both inside her. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Hmm, someone's desperate for cock," Killian growled in her ear. "Aren't you, lass?"
"Fuck yes," she breathed. There was no point denying it. She was hungry for it, for them. "Want your cock, Killian."
"What about his? Do you want his cock too?"
"So much," she whined, trying to fuck herself on his fingers. Killian's hand slowed to a crawl, teasing her with pleasure. "I want to be fucked by Captain Hook."
"Fucking hell," Hook breathed. The room was scorching, stuffy; he couldn't breathe. He'd never seen something so intensely erotic before. She was a goddess before him. Quickly, he plucked at the buttons of his vest and shrugged it off. His shirt was next, leaving him bare from the waist up. He loosened his pants, groaning in relief as his cock sprang free. "Is this what you want, love?"
Emma mewled, nodding hard. Hook was Killian's twin in every way, right down to fat vein that ran along the side of his long thick cock. Her pirate was very capable of backing up his bravado, thank you very much. "Please."
"Make her come," Hook barked at his twin. "I want to watch."
Emma whimpered, too far gone to be pissed at him for making her wait. Killian's hook dug into her hip, holding her steady as he fingered her. His fingers curled just right, finding her sweet spot. She climaxed almost instantly, her gaze never leaving Hook's as she rode it out. Sounds tumbled from her lips that she didn't recognize; every inch of her was alive.
Killian held her as she came down from her high; she was trembling. He pressed loving kisses into her shoulder, silently reminding her that he loved her unconditionally. His twin drank them in, his hand pumping his cock slowly.
"So many things I want to do to you," Hook murmured, stepping closer. "So many things we want to do to you."
Killian smiled. He couldn't agree more. This would be a night for the ages.
Emma hummed, her head lolling. Lips on her skin were featherlight, one in front, one behind. Hands and hooks skimmed along her sides; she bit her lip, a dizzy kind of pleasure seeping into her body. Coarse hair rubbed her nipples, bringing them back to hardness. Emma's eyes popped open, a low moan on her lips. Hook was in front of her, skin to skin, his mouth trailing along her collar. She reached out, grabbing his firm biceps for support. "Oh god," she breathed, her heart thudding in her chest. They were really doing this; she was really there with two Killians. They were touching her, making her blood heat and her nerves sizzle.
"No gods here," Hook growled. "Just us."
Emma kissed him hard, her nails scratching down his chest. "I've wanted this for so long," she confessed between heated kisses. "So long."
"We're here now, love," he purred in her ear. "We'll take care of you."
Killian stepped back, needing to be skin to skin with his incredible wife. His twin kept her occupied, kissing her, caressing her body. Emma was lost in pleasure, her skin flushed, her lips parted as Hook suckled her nipple. Killian's cock twitched; he knew all too well how much Emma loved having her nipples played with. He stripped as quickly as he could, fumbling with his boots and trousers in his haste. Once he was free of the offending material, he pressed against her, his cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. "Emma."
She moaned, reaching for him blindly. Their lips crashed together in a messy wet kiss, as Killian thrust against her. She could feel every inch of him, both of them, hard and velvety smooth against her skin. "Please," she gasped, rolling her hips. "I need one of you to fuck me. Please."
As much as it killed him, Killian pushed her toward Hook. "Take her."
Hook nodded, using his hook to drag the desk chair around. He flopped into it, his hand firmly in Emma's. She stumbled a little—her knees were still recovering from her last orgasm—but he caught her. She settled in his lap, legs spread wide, her dripping sex resting right on his aching cock. Emma gave him a naughty grin as she started to move, rocking over the turgid flesh. "Hmm," she hummed happily.
Hook groaned, his hand skimming down to her pert arse. "So fucking wet for us," he growled.
"All for you," she confirmed, trying to adjust her hips to the perfect angle to take him inside her. She wanted to bring the pirate out to play; the rough way he gripped her told her she was close. "Fill me up, Captain. Right now. Make me yours."
Hook grunted, grabbing her hips roughly. Emma clung to his neck, getting up on her toes, helping him get her where he wanted her. She felt him pressing against her entrance, her body opening to take him. They both moaned loudly as she stretched, the drag of his thick cock along her walls incredible. She was so wet and ready that she took him in one deep stroke, filling her to the brim. "Bloody fuck," Hook cursed, breathing deeply, desperate to hold on. She was even more perfect than he imagined, wet and hot and tight, fitting him like a glove. Like she was made for him. "So fucking tight, love."
Emma silenced him with a hungry kiss, her hips grinding over him. "So good. You feel so good inside me," she panted, seeking some kind of leverage. It was familiar, yet…different. It was still Killian, still the man that could make her combust with a simple look, but still new and exciting. He filled her the same, every thick inch of him, but Hook was rougher, more demanding. He planted his feet on the wood floor and started to buck into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. She was so aware of Killian watching them; she felt deliciously dirty, fucking her husband's twin while he watched. The floorboards creaked; Emma could feel Killian stalking around them, drinking them in. She arched, her breath hitching as Hook tweaked her nipple. "Fuck."
"You're burning me up," Hook growled, her wet heat already fluttering around him. "So good."
She glanced from Hook to Killian; the desire she saw in both of them staggered her. She never thought she could be that for anyone; her heart surged with love for them. She shot Killian a filthy look, then kissed Hook for all she was worth.
She was having far too much fun with this, Killian thought. But gods, if he wasn't loving every sodding second! The first time he'd met his double, he'd been horribly jealous, frustrated that she could be with him and not the man who'd come back for her. What would have happened if he hadn't been on the Jolly? Would Emma have done this? Would she have fucked his past self like the wanton seductress she was? Emma was many things to many people, but Killian thought she was most perfect like this, lost in pleasure, riding a cock with abandon. This time, there was no jealousy, only acceptance and need. Emma needed this; he would do anything to make her happy. He had to admit it was more erotic than he expected; he quite liked the voyeuristic aspect. He'd never been into that before, but he certainly was now. Emma seemed to enjoy it too; she was more aroused than he'd ever seen her.
Still, she was his wife; it was time he reminded her. He stepped up behind her, curling his fingers into her golden hair. Emma yelped as he pulled just hard enough to get her attention. She turned, moaning as he covered her lips with his. This kiss was demanding, hungry; it reminded her of the man whose lap she sat in.
Which made sense; they were the same man, after all.
Hook groaned, watching her caress his twin. Her hand drifted down his torso, her delicate fingers curled around his cock. Killian gasped, rocking into her touch. "Fuck, Swan."
"Hmm, that's the idea, sailor. To fuck your Swan. Thoroughly."
To the shock of both men, she turned as much as she could, lowering her mouth to Killian's weeping cock. She took him between her lips, just the crown, suckling gently. Killian and Hook both groaned, mesmerized by her brazenness. Hands found her breasts, grabbing her roughly, rolling and pinching her nipples as she rocked on Hook's cock. She was on fire, two holes full, her men pawing at her body. She climaxed abruptly, her walls clenching around Hook's long thick cock. "Fuuuck!" she cursed, releasing Killian with a pop.
Hook roared, nearly spilling himself on the spot. He held her hips with one hand, his hooked arm sliding behind her back. He was on feet in a blink, dropping her on the messy desk. Paper crinkled as Hook fucked her, taking her with long hard strokes, burying himself inside her fluttering wet heat. Emma cried out in pleasure; she'd finally managed to make Hook lose control. He fucked her like he was trying to imprint himself on her body, so she would never forget the way he made her feel. He hooked his arms under her legs, grunting as he rode her. Emma clawed the desk, another orgasm seizing her. She screamed, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Hook followed her quickly, his thick cock pulsing inside her, her name on his lips. He took her until he was spent, filling her with his seed.
Emma whined when her lover slipped from her; she loved the way he filled her up. Hook's cock was quickly replaced by a warm wet tongue, lapping at her used sex. She moaned, low and breathless, reaching for whoever was touching her.
"You are so fucking incredible," Killian murmured into her skin. He lapped at her swollen flesh, licking her clean of his twin's cum. He did this for Emma often, licking her after. Only it was his cum and not someone else's. Did it count if the man his question was his double? "Loved watching you."
"Yeah?" Having him watch her was incredible. Knowing he liked it? Icing on the cake. She wanted him to be there with her.
He pressed a kiss to her clit; Emma hissed, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasms. How many had she had? She lost count. But it wasn't enough. With them, it was never enough. "Aye, but now I think it's time to claim what's mine."
Before Emma could ask, she was in his arms, being carried back to the chair. Only this time, he arranged her so her back was to his chest, her legs resting over his. Her feet dangled over the floor; she was completely at his mercy. Killian ran his hand and hook down her torso, his fingers dipped between her splayed legs. "Hmm, still nice and slick for me," he purred in her ear. "Do you want him to watch us, darling?" He knew she did, but he needed to hear her say it. She'd run from these desires for too long; they needed to embrace them.
She nodded hard. "Please."
Killian positioned her hips where he wanted her; her soft moan of pleasure as he entered her was music to his ears. "Hmm, that's much better," he growled, moving his hips slowly. He knew his double had used her roughly—to her delight—Killian was gentle. He moved slow, but steady, responding to her mewls and whines. She was spread wide open, her body on display. Her eyes fluttered open, catching Hook watching them. She smiled happily; she loved having them both there with her. She traced her areola with her fingertips, circling tighter and tighter until she was plucking at her aching nipples. Every pluck sent waves of need to her clit; Killian circled the hard nub with a finger.
"Killian," she breathed, squirming in his lap. "Ugh, so good. You both feel so fucking good inside me."
"Tell us," Hook growled, moving closer. He couldn't possibly go again just yet, but she was too enticing for her own good. He hoped she wasn't planning on getting much sleep tonight; he was nowhere close to having his fill of her. He knew his twin felt the same; he could see it in the other man's eyes.
"I…fuck," she gasped, as Killian picked up his pace a fraction. "I feel…stretched, split open, your cocks sliding so deep inside. So deep. God, I love the way you fill me up. I feel…full. So full."
Hook moved between Killian's spread legs, ducking down to kiss her deeply, tongue tangling with hers. "You are so stunning like this, love," he whispered against her lips. "Flushed, aroused, filled with cock. You're perfect."
Emma whined, his words going directly to her clit. She reached behind her, sinking her fingers into Killian's dark hair, her other hand reaching for Hook. "Want to come with you both touching me," she declared breathlessly. "Please!" There was so much more that she wanted, but this was just the beginning. She wouldn't consider the night a success unless she couldn't walk in the morning.
Hook groaned, dropping to his knees. His lips caressed her nipples, her belly; his hand and hook slid up her bouncing thighs. Emma shivered and groaned, the sensations nearly overwhelming. Killian lifted her legs up, forcing her wider. Hook took the hint, dropping his lips to her clit. Emma screamed as he sucked hard, another orgasm crashing into her. Killian's cock and Hook's mouth worked her until she couldn't breathe, her body still shaking with the force of her high. Killian held her firmly to him as he let go, rutting into her hard and fast, chasing his climax. When he finally fell over the edge, she did too, again, his huge belled head striking the perfect spot. She was so spent that she couldn't even scream; she was too far gone.
Hands and lips gently stroked her overstimulated body; Emma moaned softly in response. "Shh," Killian hushed her. "Relax, sweetheart. We've got you."
"Utterly glorious, you are," Hook added, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. It was so tender that she wanted to weep. They were both hers, the man and the pirate that she loved.
Killian held her close as her breathing slowly evened out. Having both of them had taken a toll on her body; her skin was littered with lovebites and the beginnings of bruises from their fingertips. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful, her skin glowing in the candlelight.
As she felt more herself, Emma smiled. "That was quite a round one," she teased, running her fingers through Hook's hair. It was soft like Killian's, the brown so dark it looked black.
"Round one?" Hook asked, hardly daring to hope.
"I did promise all night, didn't I? I am a woman of my word."
Killian squeezed her waist. "Love, you don't…"
"I want this. God, I need this. Just one night before our life starts again. Please?"
Killian's heart hurt at the ache in her voice. They loved their friends and family, but he had to admit the last week with her had been all he'd ever wanted. Did that make him a greedy bastard? Probably. Did he care?
Not one little bit.
"Nap first," he conceded.
She grinned. "Perfect." The bunk nearby was nowhere near large enough for the three of them, so Emma conjured a much larger and luxurious one with her magic. Both of her men looked scandalized. "I'll put it back the way it was, I promise," she vowed. "Unless someone wants to sleep on the floor?"
Just like that the grumbling stopped. Pirates. Emma winced as she rose; Hook's brow furrowed. "Lass?"
"I'm good." She was sore, but it wasn't anything rest, and a little bit of magic, couldn't fix. Was it wrong to hope she'd be a little more sore later on?
"Let's get you cleaned up, at least." Pirate he might be, but Hook was a pretty fastidious person. After having them both like that, Emma was a bit of a mess. He snatched a cloth near the basin and soaked it in the water. Wringing it out, he eased it between her thighs, holding her steady with his hooked arm. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks." She surprised him by placing a gentle kiss to his lips, her fingers stroking his scruffy jaw. Unable to resist her, he pulled her close, parting her lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss. She responded beautifully, her hands wandering his body. He couldn't get enough of her.
Killian groaned; his double was not making this easy. But could he blame him? Emma was a siren, calling to them, begging for their touch. He pressed against her, his hand and hook sliding over her hips. "Swan," he murmured. "Swan."
Emma broke her kiss with Hook, spinning in his arms. She drew Killian's mouth to hers, kissing him deeply. "We…should…sleep," she breathed, her very being tingling. Just having them like this, skin to skin, surrounding her, overwhelming her senses, it was the greatest feeling she'd ever known.
"Aye, we should," he agreed, still kissing her.
Emma finally ended the kiss reluctantly, gesturing toward the bed. Hook climbed in first, yanking the covers back. Emma followed, settling in the middle while both men removed their braces. Hook seemed unusually shy; Emma realized with a start that he'd probably never let anyone see his stump before. Certainly not in such an intimate setting. She remembered so clearly the first time her Killian removed his brace in her presence; he'd had the exact same look. "It's okay," she whispered, brushing the ruined skin with her fingertips. "I'm right here."
Hook relaxed under her touch; he couldn't remember the last time a woman had been so gentle with him. None since…no, he couldn't bring her here. Not like this. Every moment he spent with Emma made the past fade further and further into the background. Almost like she was the most important thing in his world. Vengeance held no place here. Not with her. Still, he was a pirate at heart. "Get plenty of rest, darling," he said, his voice low and seductive. "We're not done with you."
"Good." She never wanted this night to end. This was the perfect spot, encased by the two aspects of the man she loved. This was where she belonged.
Emma squirmed, the silk restricting her movements. She was spread eagled on the bed, bound and foot. Naked. Vulnerable. Blindfolded. Her body practically throbbed with lust, desperate to be touched. She whimpered, not knowing where her lovers had gone. They were in the room; she could feel their presence.
Suddenly, something cold and smooth glided over her swollen cunt. Emma moaned loudly; she knew that feeling. A hook. It was there again, stroking her aching flesh; Emma tried to move with it, to fuck herself over the appendage. "Stop teasing," she pleaded.
"We've only just begun," replied a dark seductive voice. Warm lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking and biting; Emma cried out. It was quickly followed by another on the other side, causing twin bolts of lust to rip through her. Emma screamed, yanking on her restraints with all her strength, her body moving on instinct alone. Need like she'd never felt burned between her legs; she needed more. She needed everything.
Killian woke with a start, Emma writhing and whimpering beside him. She was still fast asleep, but he could smell her arousal. The scent alone had him hard in seconds; he could only imagine what she was dreaming about. "Bloody hell," he whispered, his hand sliding over her side. He eased her onto her back, dragging the blanket down her toned lithe form. The cool air of the room woke his double, but Killian didn't care. His only concern was the needy woman before him. He began to kiss his way down her body; he knew the perfect way to wake her up.
Hook blinked sleep from his eyes, momentarily disoriented. The only thing that felt familiar was the gentle rocking of the Jolly in her berth. A low moan caught his attention, a needy sexy moan that went straight to his cock. Suddenly, the last few hours came back to him, Emma, his double, her pleading for them both to claim her. And now Emma lay beside him, caught in a dream, her body flushed and aroused, begging to be touched. "Fuck."
Killian chuckled, gently easing Emma's legs apart. "Doesn't she smell divine?"
The whole room smelled heavily of sex, but Hook could make out Emma's unique scent. "Aye. Do you think she's dreaming about us?"
"I bloody well hope so." If Killian had known she would enjoy this this much, he would have suggested they do it much sooner. Her sex was slick and swollen; he pressed her legs wider with his hand and forearm. He licked the length of her, moaning as the trio's mixed essences burst over his tongue.
"Hook, Killian," Emma gasped, fisting the sheet. Somehow, she was still asleep; Killian settled between her legs and got to work.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Hook murmured, bending over to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She cried out, her body jerking as she awoke.
"What…oh fuck," she groaned, their mouths on her body even better than her dream. Part of her was shocked they were still there; until this night, this sort of thing only ever happened in her dreams. She reached out blindly, not stopping until each of her hands was tangled in soft thick hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Dreaming about us?" Hook teased with a smirk.
"Yes," she hissed, not even a little ashamed. This was the night to live her filthiest fantasies; she was going to enjoy every second.
"What were we doing?"
"Something like…this," she breathed, hips trying to grind into Killian's face. "Only I was…fuck, tied up."
Both men groaned. "She does like being tied up," Killian confirmed. "She lets me do all sorts of filthy things to this lush body."
"Does she now?" Hook asked, intrigued. "Perhaps we should test her."
Emma whimpered; Killian's finger was just teasing her dripping hole. "Please! Need you both so much."
Killian stood, moving over to his little vault. He used his hook to unlock it, extracting the toys that he and Emma had brought with them. "You know what to do, Swan," he purred, swinging her fur lined handcuffs.
Emma nodded, quickly rising to her knees. She wasn't remotely tired anymore; her body burned with need. A wave of her hand caused a thick eyebolt to appear in the center of the ceiling; she heard both men groan. Killian climbed back into the bed, kneeling in front of her. Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss; she felt a second set of lips trailing down her spine. "Oh god."
"Are you sure, Swan?"
"I trust you. Both of you." She held her hands out, shivering as Killian snapped the cuffs into place one handed. Then he looped the chain around the center links and snapped the clasp shut. They'd had the set specially made to accommodate him; they didn't have nearly enough opportunities to use them as Emma would have liked. The bed groaned as he stood and looped the other end of the chain through the eyebolt.
She was trapped.
"No magic," he scolded her gently, tipping her chin with a finger. "You belong to us."
Emma barely heard him; her attention was focused on the erection that was just out of reach. He followed her gaze, grinning roguishly down at her. "All in good time, love."
While his twin trussed Emma up, Hook left the bed to explore. He found a veritable treasure trove of goodies in the vault; his fingers itched to use all of them on Emma. A leather flogger, a riding crop, a couple of long leather straps. He fingers one as he eyed her from across the room, her back arching supinely as his double ran kisses down her torso. Hook felt his cock twitch, recalling how tight and slick her cunt was. He couldn't wait to have her again.
"Let's not let her get too comfortable," Hook declared, closing his fist around the implements he'd chosen. "Not until we've kept our promise."
"Which one?" Emma asked, biting her lip. She knew exactly what he had and suddenly her body was on fire.
"To claim you, body, heart and soul."
Emma shivered, the darkness in his tone doing utterly sinful things to her. Killian liked to talk dirty—to her delight—but she could always tell he hid something away from her. That there were still parts of him that he didn't want her to see. This was for him as much as it was her; she needed him to know that she wasn't afraid, she loved everything about him.
Hook rejoined them on the bed, tossing the toys aside so he could cup her chin. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moan of pleasure. "You're ours, love. Say it."
"I'm yours," she said, her voice husky. "All yours."
"Such a sweet arse," he growled, stroking it with his forearm. "You liked it when I spanked you, didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yes. I wanted more."
"Then you shall have it." Hook and Killian worked together, looping the leather straps around her thighs and securing them to either side of the bed. Emma's breathing hitched as need pulsed in her core. She couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to. Once again, they surrounded her, Killian in front, Hook behind, their mouths hot on her skin. She wriggled and writhed, fresh waves of lust burning her every time her restraints dug into her skin.
"Please," she begged, desperate for the sting on her overheated skin. "Please!"
"Please what?" Killian asked. It had been far too long since he'd had her like this; he was a little jealous that his double had thought to secure her legs. Her clit was so swollen that it peaked out of its hood, red and angry, hungry for the bite of the riding crop.
"Spank me!" Emma cried, rattling the chains that held her. "Punish me!"
"For what, sweet?" Hook purred in her ear.
"For running away," she confessed. "I ran from you, too many times. I need this. Please."
Killian crashed his mouth to hers; she surrendered completely, letting him plunder her mouth the way she craved. "We'll always chase you, Swan. Always." He'd told her long ago that if his past self had remembered the woman he'd kissed, he would have gone after her. Seeing his twin now, his body taut with need, his eyes burning with love for this woman, Killian knew he'd been right. Killian Jones would always chase Emma Swan. She was the air he breathed, the blood that coursed through his veins.
She was everything.
"Hang on tight, love," Killian instructed, nodding at his double. When Emma nodded back, Killian lifted the riding crop. "Scream if you need to."
"Please do," Hook agreed. He raised the flogger, enjoying the weight of it in his hand. "I'm going to make this arse nice and pink; it's practically begging for it."
Emma tensed, waiting for the blow. It came even sooner than she expected, the leather of the flogger snapping across her tender skin. She cried out, the pain searing her flesh. She felt it fade into pure pleasure, soaking her already damp thighs. "More!"
Killian stood back and watched as Hook flogged their Swan, her pretty ass turning a deep pink. Emma did scream, loud and long, alternately thanking him and begging for more and harder. Killian knew Hook wouldn't hurt her; for all his bravado and snark, he already cared too deeply. Emma had gotten under his skin; she would never leave. Killian knew that all too well.
Emma sagged, her shoulders aching, her ass stinging. Her throat was sore from crying out, but she didn't care. It felt so good to just give in and surrender to the pleasure. Soft lips kissed her stinging cheeks, murmured praise into her skin. "So bloody magnificent," Hook said in awe. "You're so fucking wet, lass. Dripping into my hand."
She moaned, his fingers heaven on her sex. "Thank you," she panted. "Thank you."
"My turn," Killian growled, his patience snapping.
Emma bit his lip, the look in his eyes making her clit throb. "Killian?"
"I'm going to ask you something, love. And you're going to be truthful. If you are, you'll be rewarded. If you lie," he dragged the riding crop over her cheek, "you'll be punished."
Emma swallowed heavily and nodded. She had a feeling where he was going with this, but that was what the night was all about. Laying everything out on the table. "Okay."
"What did you let him do to you in the tavern?"
Emma wet her lips, the memory rushing back. "He…fingered me," she breathed. "He made me come. In front of everyone."
Before she could breathe, the riding crop came down sharply on her nipples. Emma cried out, the bite unexpected but fuck, did it feel good. "Hmm, aren't you a little exhibitionist?" He leaned in, soothing one of her nipples with his lips. Emma moaned. "Did you like me watching, darling? In the alley?"
She nodded. "Yes!" Once more, the riding crop snapped across her breasts, her hard nipples. "Oh my god." If this was what being truthful got her, what would happen if she lied?
Killian couldn't tear his eyes from her. She was ravishing. "Do you want him to fuck you? Right now?"
Emma whimpered, torn. Her core ached to be filled, her body drawn like a bowstring. She was so aroused; it was almost painful. "Yes," she whispered. "But I want you too."
"Together? One of us claiming each of your delectable holes?"
"Yes!" Emma yelled, unable to lie. Once again, Killian rewarded her, flicking each of her breasts in turn.
He knew there was only one way he could get her to confess her dark secret, the real reason she'd conjured this little fantasy. "Would you have fucked him that night? If you'd been all alone in this cabin, would you have spread your legs for him?"
Emma blinked. She knew exactly what he was asking; she just didn't know why he was asking, especially now. Did he want to torture himself? Hook? Her? She still hated herself a little for how she'd treated Killian after he found her in New York. He'd done nothing to deserve her snark, her putdowns, her venom. He'd done nothing but love her. No matter what she did to push him away, he was always right there, never wavering. He became her rock and that scared the shit out of her.
She was silent so long, Killian close the gap between them. "You can tell me, Emma."
"No," she lied, glancing away.
"Oh sweetheart," Killian said, a filthy smirk on his face. His tightened his hold on the riding crop and brought it down on her swollen clit, causing her to shriek. She tried to jump away before he could strike her again, but the chains and leather held her fast. He rained blows to her most sensitive place, until she was trembling and shaking. "Confess and I'll let you come. Confess so our friend here can fuck you like you deserve."
She was sobbing from her need to climax. "Yes!" she screamed. "I wanted Hook to fuck me! I wanted him because I wouldn't let myself have you!"
Killian brought the crop down once more and this time Emma exploded. White light burst from her as she climaxed, evaporating her restraints. She collapsed onto the bed, her ass in the air. Tender hands stroked her hair; she had trouble forming coherent thoughts. What was that?
"Are you alright?" Killian asked, worried he'd pushed her too far. He was rock hard, desperate for her; so was Hook. But Emma was curled up, still shaking.
Slowly, Emma nodded. "Was that me?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Aye, I think it was."
"Sorry."
"Whatever for?"
"You said no magic."
Killian chuckled. "Aye, well, I didn't count on dragging it out of you quite like that." He kissed the crown of her head. "You still haven't answered my question."
Emma breathed deeply, sucking air into her lungs. "I'm good. A little thirsty, but good."
"Well, no wonder," Hook replied. "You screamed like a bloody banshee." He got her some water and passed it to his twin. Emma raised herself up enough to down the lot. Killian went to get her some more; Hook drew her into his lap. "You must be a great sorceress. For you have completely bewitched me."
He said it so quietly, Emma almost missed it. She turned her head, her lips finding his. "There's no magic in how I feel about you. I love everything that you are." She even loved the dark parts of him. All of that brought him to her. Without it, he would have died long ago, and her life would be empty. Killian rejoined them; Emma drew his lips to hers. "Are you angry?"
"Why would I be angry?"
"Because I want him…and you?"
Killian shook his head. "No, Emma. I merely wanted you to understand exactly why you want…this. I've always been afraid to let you see all of me. I never want you to stop loving me."
"Killian, I never will. True love, remember?"
"As if I could forget." He kissed her again, slowly this time, until they were both lightheaded. Emma turned almost immediately to kiss Hook, sighing as he palmed her breast.
"That feels good."
"Still on round two?" Hook teased.
"Definitely. No one's fucked me yet."
"Something we should remedy."
"You really should." Emma yelped as Hook flipped her over, lifting her up to her knees. She spread her knees wide, eager for him to fill her. Just as she hoped, he knelt behind her, lined himself up and sank into her still quivering cunt. She moaned, taking him to the hilt in one hard thrust. "Fuck, that's so good."
"Such a greedy cunt," Hook growled, feeling her walls sucking on him as he pulled almost all the way out. He slammed back in, making them both groan. "Mine."
"Fuck," Emma cursed. The possessiveness in his tone made her even wetter; she wanted to be his. She wanted them both to mark her, claim every inch of her body. Hook fucked her slowly, deeply; she felt every inch of his thick length as he filled her over and over. Her ass still stung, she felt it every time skin struck skin. She needed more.
"Fucking hell, Swan," Killian groaned, stroking his aching cock. "So fucking beautiful like this."
Emma wet her lips, hungry for more. "I want your cock. Please, Killian."
He inched forward, a loud moan tearing from his throat as she took him past her lips. He had to fight the urge to grab her hair and force himself deeper. Her mouth was so warm and wet; her tongue played along the underside of him, teasing him. "Fuck."
Emma moaned around him, feeling utterly wanton and naughty as she took them from both ends. Her hair tickled Killian's thighs; he hissed. "Killian?"
"Gods, don't stop, love," he ground out, carefully sweeping her hair over one shoulder. "Love your mouth on me."
Emma sucked in a sharp breath as Hook took her harder, grunting with the effort. "Hmm, you're not the only one, sailor," she purred, rocking back to into Hook's thrusts. "Enjoying the show, Captain?"
"Keep going," Hook muttered, grabbing her hip. "You're so fucking wet right now."
Emma hummed as she moved to obey. Killian inched closer, giving her a better angle. She slurped him down eagerly, the sounds the three of them were making completely obscene. Hook reached under her, seeking her sensitive nub. A few firm strokes had her shaking; she moved instinctively, fucking his huge cock, seeking climax. It washed over her suddenly, stealing her breath. She let out a hoarse scream, releasing Killian with a wet pop. "Shit!"
Hook pulled out of her with a groan, unsatisfied. He was rock hard, desperate to come, but he needed to feel her delectable lips around his cock. Emma rolled onto her back, still panting. Hook looked to Killian. "Switch?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
The men moved quickly, Hook to the foot of the bed, Killian to the head. Emma moaned softly, as warm lips tenderly caressed her abused clit. "Oh god," she breathed, realizing what was about to happen. Killian shoved one of the pillows under her ass, lifting her sex to the perfect height. She cried out as he took her, arching off the bed. "Yes, oh fuck yes!" Her sex was still fluttering from her last orgasm, still sensitive. It was almost too much, but she craved this. She needed them, just like this.
"Please, Emma," Hook whined, lightly stoking his engorged cock, still glistening with her arousal.
Emma twisted at the waist, moaning as she took him into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, sweet and tangy; it only turned her on more. Her hand stroked what she couldn't take into her mouth. Later, she promised herself. Later she would spend time properly worshiping their gorgeous cocks.
Hook groaned; her mouth was heavenly on his swollen cock. She looked absolutely filthy like this; he loved it. "Gods, just like that, lass," he grunted. "So good."
Emma ran her tongue along his length; she sucked lightly on the belled head. He responded the same way her Killian did, his little moans and grunts making her wet. He tweaked her nipples as he fucked her mouth and Killian her cunt; Emma felt like she was drowning, drowning in them, the way they made her feel. "God, more," she begged. "Mark me."
Both men groaned, Killian's thrusts growing erratic and rough. He couldn't look away as Emma turned her head and took Hook in once more, sucking at him like a woman starved. She must have looked like some sex crazed manic, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered, nothing but the way they used her body, the way they needed her. She felt Hook explode first, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. He gripped her hair painfully as he emptied himself; Emma drank down every salty drop, licking him clean.
"Fucking hell," he swore, struggling to come down. Emma was fisting the sheets, hovering on the edge of another high. Hook reached down, circling her clit with shaking fingers. Emma arched and cried out; Killian groaned as she started to flutter around him.
"That's it, Emma. Come for us."
She climaxed again, back bowing off the bed, their dual touch too much for her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, white hot pleasure scorching her. She felt Killian follow her, his cock swelling and pulsing as he spilled himself against her womb.
The three of them collapsed in a sweaty heap, exhausted.
When they could finally move again, Emma didn't protest as they cleaned her up and rearranged her on the bed. She was bone tired; two rounds of intense sex with two men sapped her strength. Fortunately, she'd thought ahead. As tired as she was, Emma wasn't willing to let the night end just yet. She suspected they weren't either. "Could you bring me the flask in the desk?" she croaked, her throat parched from her screams.
Killian raised a curious brow, but he did as she asked. Hook moved to fetch her some water, along with some for himself. Emma sat up, wincing a little as she moved.
"You look tired, love," Hook said, handing her the glass.
"I'll live," she replied, downing much of the glass in one gulp. There, that was better. The way Hook regarded her made her heart skip a beat. How often did she see the same look on Killian's face? She was surprised that even naked, she could still tell them apart. They were identical in every way, from the scarring on their blunt wrists, to the tattoos, to the adorable way their fringe hung in their eyes. The only thing that was different was the way they looked at her. Killian's love was tried and true; they'd been through hell and back—literally. Hook's eyes were bright and shiny, almost like he was seeing the sun for the first time. In a way, it felt like she was getting something back, the time she could have had with Killian if she hadn't been so afraid.
No, she definitely didn't want this night to end just yet.
She loved her home. She loved the quaint town by the sea; she loved her fairy tale character neighbors and friends. She had a son and parents and little brother that she adored. She loved her job, especially since her husband was at her side. But with all that came responsibilities. She hadn't realized just how much it weighed her down until they'd been away. Spending quality time with her husband was exactly what she needed. No one barging in, no one interrupting, no crisis that needed the Sheriff. She could just be Emma, a woman crazy in love with her husband and indulging in extremely naughty sexual fantasies about him.
Who didn't want that?
"What's in here?" Killian asked, sitting on her other side. Emma did look exhausted, but there was this glow about her that had been missing for some time. Perhaps he'd underestimated how much she needed this trip, how much they both did.
"Just a little something Belle whipped up for me." Being married to the Dark One did have some perks, especially now that he wasn't trying to murder everyone these days. Emma took the flask from Killian and unscrewed the cap. "Bottoms up." She tipped it back before anyone could protest, her brow furrowing in distaste. Why did potions always taste so disgusting?
"What did you take?" Killian growled. He trusted Belle, but hard experience taught him to be wary of things made in the vicinity of the Crocodile.
"Relax." She handed Hook her glass again. "Do you mind getting me some more? That was gross."
"You still haven't answered the question."
"Just a potion to help with recovery time," she promised. "It's fine. I'm fine. See?" She held out her arm; there were no scales or barnacles sprouting on her skin.
"Emma…"
She leaned in a brushed a kiss to his lips. "Don't be mad, Killian. Please?"
He sighed. "I'm not upset, Swan." He took her left hand into his. "I guess I can't help but worry about you."
She smiled. "One of the reasons I love you so much." She gave his arm a little tug; he was smiling as they kissed. She hummed as she sank her free hand into his hair, his body weight pressing her into the pillows. It was a kiss filled love and promise, a promise for the long future that lay in front of them.
Emma's body was humming when they finally came up for air; Hook was waiting patiently with her water. Her eyes never left his as she drank it; once she set the glass aside, he pounced. Emma squealed as he rolled them, leaving Emma perched across his hips as they made out slowly. Killian wasn't idle, his lips skimming down her back.
"Bloody incredible, you are," Hook groaned, between kisses. He wasn't ready for another round yet, but he could spend hours simply kissing her. Her lips were soft and sweet; she smelled of vanilla, rum and sex.
Emma allowed herself to get lost in Hook's kiss, so like Killian's and yet…different. She liked the subtle differences between them; it was a reminder of how far Killian had come since they met. They made each other better, fought for this amazing thing between them. Happiness threatened to burst out of her; she leaned deeply into their touch, relishing the feel of their skin against hers.
"Sore, darling?" Killian asked, soothing her backside. Her skin was still a bit pink from her earlier spanking.
"Just a little. Should be good in an hour or so."
"Is that so?" Hook asked, his eyebrows waggling.
"What do you think the potion was for, Captain?" She kissed him deeply, smiling as he groaned. "We're nowhere near done yet."
"Bloody hell, woman." He couldn't recall the last time he'd indulged in this much sex, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Think you can keep up, sailor?"
"Oh, you'll pay for that, lass," he shot back.
"I'm looking forward to it."
This time, Emma was the first to wake. She lay nestled between them, each man turned toward her, looking absurdly boyish in their sleep. The candles had long since burned out; moonlight turned their skin silver where it peeked out from under the covers. Killian lay closest to her, his right arm splayed over her stomach. She could just make out his tattoo, the pierced heart with Milah's name. He rarely mentioned her anymore; even then, it was only when Henry asked about his family. Milah was Henry's grandmother, after all.
She wasn't jealous. Well, not anymore. It had taken her a long time to admit that a tiny kernel of jealousy had taken root in her heart over a woman that had been dead for centuries. The first time Emma heard Killian confess that he'd started to move past his long lost love, she'd freaked. Over three hundred years of devotion gone practically overnight? For her? It sounded insane. Not just because Emma couldn't fathom that amount of time, but because she could see Killian turning that love and devotion her way. And she didn't feel worthy of it.
She was a nothing, a no one, an orphan that no one ever wanted, let alone chose. Yet ever since that day in the cave in Neverland, Killian chose her. Over and over and over. He'd begged her to kill him rather than be anything less than a hero in her eyes. How could that be anything but True Love?
Now, here she was with a Hook that didn't share the same history, a man who was sleeping peacefully beside her. Yes, he was technically a magical construction made from her Killian—two halves of a whole, of you will—but he was still here. He felt real enough. He looked at her the same way her Killian did, sans all the baggage of their past. A scoundrel no doubt, she now understood what Killian had meant when he said that his past self would have chased her. There was just something about the two of them—fate, destiny, true love, whatever—that drew them together. Killian lived over three hundred years to find her; she planned on spending the rest of her life making sure he never regretted it. She didn't care what he'd done in the past. That wasn't who he was now. Killian was honorable, kind and loving, all while keeping the cheeky pirate façade she loved so much.
It was the best of both worlds, honestly.
Now, she had both of those worlds in her bed. She wasn't planning on letting them go until the very last second.
She stretched her arms over her head, silently testing her body. Her aches seemed to be gone, her bruises too. She frowned a little at that; she kind of liked carrying their marks on her skin. Her ass no longer stung either; it seemed the potion had done its job a little too well.
She'd just have to get them to mark her all over again. The very thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Emma turned slightly onto her side; her ass almost immediately came into contact with Killian's half hard cock. Was he dreaming about her? Or was it just her presence? She smiled as she wiggled a little, all in the name of getting more comfortable, of course. It wasn't her fault if Killian let out a sleepy moan as his cock slowly started to swell.
Emma peered at Hook through the dim light, his fringe hanging over his eyes. She brushed it back carefully, drinking in his handsome face. Even before she could accept that she had feelings for the pirate, she could acknowledge how good looking he was. She had eyes, for crying out loud. He was easily the most handsome man she'd ever known, not that she'd ever tell him to his face. He didn't need his ego stroked that much.
She ran her fingertips over his bicep and down the length of his arm. Hook hummed in his sleep, his body leaning toward her. Unable to resist, Emma continued to touch him, her hand tracing his well defined musculature. She bit her lip, recalling the way he'd picked her up like she weighted nothing, or drove his hips hard into hers as he fucked her. Heat began to pool in her belly; she squirmed.
Killian groaned, his eyes fluttering open. What was moving? Aside from the Jolly's gentle sway, of course. Soft skin brushed against his again, right over his straining erection. Emma. Her gold hair was silver in the light, her hand moving over his twin. "Bloody hell," he groaned softly.
Emma sighed. "Hey. Did I wake you? Sorry."
"Don't be," he growled, rocking his hips into her ass. His hand ghosted up her belly until he could cup her naked breast. "How do you feel?"
"Better now that I've got someone to play with," she breathed, turning. Her lips met his in a needy kiss; he could feel how warm she was. She groaned into his mouth as his knee parted her thighs; a fresh wave of need shooting to her core. "Oh god."
"Such a naughty lass," he murmured, tweaking one nipple then the other. "Ready for more so soon."
She tried to grind over his thigh, but the angle was all wrong. Determined to take some measure of control, she pushed until Killian lay on his back, Emma settling on his hips. She kissed him deeply, loving the possessive way he held her close. "I said we weren't done, didn't I?" she teased, rolling her slick sex over his thick erection.
Killian groaned loudly. They were going to wake his twin soon, but he supposed that was Emma's intention. She was bloody insatiable, and he loved every second of it. "Fuck, Emma."
"Eventually," she promised. With a filthy smirk, she slithered down his body until her kiss swollen lips hovered over his cock. Eyes locked with his, she licked him from root to tip, her tongue swirling around the swollen head. Killian moaned again, his fist sinking into the sheets. He couldn't tear his eyes away as she laved his length with wet kisses; her fingers played with his heavy balls. When she finally took him past her lips, he grunted, his hips bucking involuntarily off the bed.
"Fucking hell."
Emma's eyes darted to her right; Hook was very awake and staring at her like a predator. She didn't stop, sucking Killian's cock deeper into her mouth, almost daring Hook to do something. His cock was fully erect, leaking fat beads of precum that he swiped at with his thumb as he stroked himself. Her core clenched; Hook couldn't possibly know how much that turned her on, right?
"Getting started without me?" Hook purred. "That's bad form, love."
"Maybe I wanted you to find me like this," she challenged, perched between Killian's splayed thighs and bent over provocatively.
"Saucy minx," he growled. He rose up on his knees to close the gap between them. Roughly, he wrenched her face up, kissing her hard. Emma melted into him, a mewl catching in her throat. "I think it's his turn to taste you, love."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I've got plans for that filthy mouth of yours. Now be a good lass and straddle his face."
Emma bit back a groan before doing as he bid. Killian wasted no time, dragging his tongue through her swollen slit. She was already soaked, her cunt dripping onto his tongue and lips. He could hear Emma kissing Hook, loud, sloppy, wet kisses; it made his cock twitch.
Emma felt like her body was on fire, their mouths doing wicked things to her. Hook ducked down to suckle at her breast; she keened, arching into him. "Oh my god," she gasped, her hips rocking involuntarily over Killian's face. "More. God, more."
"Such a wanton, needy thing," Hook murmured, pinching the taut peak of her nipple. "I love it."
"Please," she whispered, her hands drifting down his belly. "Please."
Hook grunted as she took him into her hands; she stroked his length slowly, making him shudder. "Go on, love," he commanded softly. "Wrap those lips around my cock."
Emma obeyed quickly, confident that Killian would hold her steady. She braced herself on one hand, using the other to bring him to her mouth. She took him deep on the first swallow, eager to impress him. She actually loved doing this; it made her body burn hotter, having her lover at her mercy like this. Killian noticed, two long fingers teasing her wet opening. Emma moaned, loving the feeling of being filled like that. They soon found a rhythm, Emma bouncing on Killian's fingers, her mouth taking Hook deeper with every pass. He jerked when he hit the back of her throat, cursing loudly.
"Fuck, woman!" he grunted. He fisted her hair, unable to resist just fucking her mouth. Emma took it all, every thick inch of him, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Come, darling. Let us feel you."
Emma climaxed with a muffled cry, her lips sucking hard on his cock. He pulled out before she could take him with her; he was far from done with her.
Killian kissed her inner thigh, his cock aching. Listening to them while he stroked Emma into orgasm was more arousing than he expected. He let his fingers wander, over her sex, over her ass. His wet fingers skimmed over her puckered hole; Emma moaned loudly. "Killian," she breathed. "Oh yes."
Hook chuckled. "What's this? Does the lass enjoy a bit of buggering?"
She'd spent enough time being married to Killian to know what that meant. In any other context, she would have hated it, but on Hook's lips with Killian stroking her ass? It only made her burn. "More than a bit," she promised, kissing him deeply. "I love it."
"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered. He lifted her off his double, only to arrange her on her hands and knees. Emma moaned as he ran his tongue through her wet folds, not stopping until he reached his prize.
"Oh shit," Emma groaned as he licked her. She hadn't been lying; she loved anal sex, especially with Killian. The way he filled her was incredible; he'd been the first man to make her come from anal sex. Now she had two Killians to fill her up?
She might die of pleasure.
Killian moved to face her, raising her up enough to kiss her. "Such a greedy lass," he purred, bringing her hand to his cock. "You need us to fill you, don't you, dirty girl?"
"Yes," she whimpered, shivering as Hook expertly played with her ass. His fingers teased her sex while his mouth teased her hole, relaxing her. "God, I want you to share me, share every part of me."
Both men cursed. Hook brought his slick fingers to her ass, pressing firmly on her forbidden entrance. Emma moaned beautifully as his finger slipped into the first knuckle; she was so tight! His cock twitched, eager to feel her surrounded him with her tight pert ass. "I think it's time we had this little minx on her knees, don't you?"
Killian nodded. "Aye, it is." They helped Emma to the floor, leaning back against the bed as she knelt between them. "Spread your knees, Swan. I want to see that greedy cunt soak the floor."
Emma missed them touching her, but how could she say no to having their gorgeous cocks at her fingertips? She did as Killian bid, spreading her knees wide. With a wave of her hand, she relit some candles; she didn't want to miss a moment of this. It bathed them in a golden glow, their tips glistening with precum. Emma licked her lips, a fresh wave of wetness soaking her core. They were so fucking beautiful and completely hers.
Killian moaned as she took him into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly. Her fist curled around Hook's cock, stroking him in time to her bobs. She felt like heaven, warm and wet, her tongue positively devious as she teased him. "Just like that, Swan. Fuck."
She released him before he was ready, turning silently to his double. Hook was rougher, rocking into her mouth, making her moan around him. Their eyes remained locked on her, drinking her in as she moved back and forth, sucking one, then the other, her lips and hands driving them insane with need. Emma was clearly enjoying herself, her arousal dripping copiously onto the ancient wood.
"Need to feel how fucking wet you are," Killian growled, dropping to his knees. Hook had her first last time, now it was his turn. Emma mewled as he roughly raised her ass and angled her hips so he could take her. Twin groans of ecstasy echoed in the cabin as Killian filled her in one stroke, her willing body taking him to the hilt. He never got tired of having her, of feeling her around him; she felt like she was made to take his considerable length and girth. "Our lass loves sucking cock. Fucking soaked, you are."
Emma groaned around Hook's cock, rocking back into Killian. "God, you feel good," she breathed. Sex with Killian was always satisfying, but she craved these moments, when they were horny and desperate, fucking until they were exhausted. He was her addiction, a habit she never wanted to quit.
And tonight, she was getting a double dose.
Hook watched her ride his twin, mesmerized by the way she threw her head back and reveled in her pleasure. Once they established a rhythm, she turned her attention back to him, licking the underside of his cock, her eyes filled with naughty promise. She took him in once more, getting lost in the sensation of having them from both ends. Killian's fingers gathered moisture from her dripping sex and dragged it over her rear entrance. Emma shuddered, her fingers digging into Hook's strong thighs.
"Oh fuck."
"We're going to make you feel good, lass," Killian promised, adding pressure. His finger slid in, instantly making her tighter around his cock. "Fuck."
Emma rocked back, eager for more. They'd done this before—fingering, fucking her with toys and such—but she'd never experienced this with two enormous cocks. That would be new. Yet she craved it. She needed them both to claim her like that, fuck her until she couldn't take anymore. "Oh my god, yes," she breathed.
Hook couldn't resist her; he dropped to his knees and kissed her fiercely. Emma mewled, holding on as Killian fucked her and Hook touched her. His hand dropped to her clit, rolling and pinching it roughly. He needed to watch her come. "Come for us, darling," he purred in her ear. "Come now."
Her body detonated like a bomb, her vision going white as she screamed. Killian pounded into her from behind, grunting with the effort not to follow her. He drew out her pleasure as long as he could, her walls fluttering along his length. At last, he pulled out, his fingers continuing to tease her ass. Emma sagged into Hook, panting. She practically buzzed with pleasure; her men never stopped touching her. Her lips found Hook's pulse; she could feel it thundering under her tongue. Sighing, she captured his lips in a hungry kiss, still needing more of them. "Fuck me, Captain," she whispered. "Need your cock inside me."
Hook groaned, more than ready for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he grabbed her by the waist, holding her close as he stood. He dropped her unceremoniously on the desk, spreading her legs. Her cunt was swollen, freshly fucked and dripping; he didn't hesitate to take her deeply. Emma cried out, loving how rough he was. She didn't want loving and gentle tonight. She wanted her pirate to claim her body like it belonged to him. Which it did. She was entirely his.
Killian left them to it for a few minutes; they needed one more thing. The vault was still open; he grabbed the small bottle of lube he found there. Emma's moans of pleasure were intoxicating; she was utterly gorgeous spread out over her desk like that. He squeezed in between it and the bed; Emma wasn't shy about turning her head to suck him into her mouth.
Seeing her wantonly sucking cock as he fucked her hard and deep was almost too much for Hook. His thrusts got rougher, harder; his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. But he couldn't come yet. Not until he'd claimed her ass. He wanted all of her.
Emma touched herself as they fucked her, her fingers plucking at her nipples. She could feel another orgasm coiling in her belly; she needed it badly. Another hand touched her aching clit and Emma climaxed again, her body twitching as she surrendered to it. Hook fucked her through it, sending waves of ecstasy through her. Her back arched off the desk; her mouth released Killian with an obscene pop. "Fuuuuuck," she moaned, trembling. "Oh fuck."
Hook barely managed to pull out of her in time; her walls sucked on him hard, begging for him to bathe her in his seed. He could spend a lifetime fucking her and it would never be enough. She was exquisite, gorgeous and sexy, his match in every way.
Killian scooped her up and carried her to the bed. "Can you take more, sweetheart?" he asked gently. He was aching for her; nearby, Hook looked to be in a similar state. But it was all up to Emma.
She panted hard, still catching her breath, but she nodded. "Yes. Yes, please."
Killian ducked to kiss her deeply. "Good girl." He nodded to Hook, who joined them on the bed. They stretched out on either side of her, caressing her body with hands and lips, slowly working her up once more. Emma gasped and shuddered, quickly becoming putty under their expert ministrations. Hook eased her onto her side, placing kisses to her hip as he dipped his fingers into her sex. Once they were slick with her juices, he returned his attention to her ass, massaging her and working her up. Emma clutched at the pillow as Killian's hand slid between her legs, stroking her clit while Hook opened her ass. It felt deliciously naughty, having them both touch her like that.
"More," she begged. "More please."
Hook obliged her, sliding first one finger then two into her tight ass. Emma gasped in pleasure, rocking back into his touch. Killian lowered his mouth to her sex, licking her like a man starved. She let out a little scream, her body drowning in feelings she didn't even know were real. One man fingering her ass, the other tasting her; it quickly became too much, dragging yet another orgasm from her body. She let out a hoarse cry, only partially muffled by her pillow.
"She's ready," Hook declared, kissing her shoulder reverently. "Such a good lass."
Killian unscrewed the cap to the lube with his teeth and tossed it to his double. "Use that. We're not hurting her."
Hook looked affronted. "You know I would never." He didn't know where this angel had come from, but he would never hurt her. She made him forget about his grief and pain and vengeance, which should have scared him. But it didn't. If what she said was true, then she was his future. She was his everything. He looked his double in the eye. "You and I, we're the same."
"Aye, we are."
"Don't fight," Emma murmured, trying to push herself up. They looked wary until she steadied. She kissed them, one after the other, trying to convey how deeply she felt. This was one of the very best nights of her life; she needed them both with her. "I love you both so much." It should have been weird to say it that way, but it wasn't. They were the same. When this night was over, she'd still have the man and the pirate. Would Killian remember being Hook? She wasn't totally clear on how the magic worked, but she hoped so. She wanted nothing more than for him to be fully at peace with the man and the pirate. He deserved that.
How could they resist her? Killian gathered her in his arms; he didn't protest as she pushed him to the mattress. She straddled his hips, smirking as she rolled her hips over his aching cock. She didn't take him in, not yet. Killian groaned, content to let her tease him for now. Their lips met in a hungry kiss; Emma felt the bed dip behind her. She groaned into Killian's mouth, silently offering her ass up for Hook to take.
Hook growled, once more teasing her with wet fingers. It didn't take him long to figure out what the little tube was for; the viscous fluid oozed over his skin as he squeezed it. He coated his cock as best he could with one hand before lining himself up. He pressed in slowly, his breathing hitching as he watched her open for him. Emma moaned loudly, her nails digging into Killian's skin as Hook claimed her ass. "Fuck yes," she breathed, almost vibrating with pleasure. "So fucking big inside me."
Hook grunted, fighting the urge to simply fuck her until they both passed out. She was so bloody tight around him, her ass nice and snug. "Such a sweet arse," he growled, moving slowly. He never wanted to leave the sweet tightness of her body and yet, he needed to move.
Emma's face was pure bliss as Killian's twin fucked her ass. He always knew his Swan enjoyed anal sex, but he'd rarely just watched her face. He was jealous and desperate for her at the same time; her arousal dripped onto his cock, coating him thoroughly. "Emma, love, please," he gasped. "Need to have you. Need to feel you around me."
Emma bit her lip, every bit as eager. She whined when Hook slipped from her briefly; she immediately raised her hips to take Killian in. He slammed her hips down onto him, forcing his cock deep inside her soaking cunt. Emma screamed in ecstasy; she felt him bottom out inside her. "Hurry," she commanded. "Get back inside me, Hook. Now."
Hook obeyed without hesitation, bracing one leg over his twin's. All three groaned as he filled her, stretching her. Emma breathed deeply, her heart racing. God, she'd never felt so full. It was perfect. More than she'd ever imagined. She kissed Killian deeply, hoping he could feel how much she loved this. He responded, kissing her back, anchoring her as they began to move. Slowly, at first, still not wanting to hurt her. She was so tight; even as aroused as she was, Killian was pretty big. But it wasn't long before she was squirming, begging for more, harder, deeper. Hook would slide in as Killian slid out, back and forth, over and over until Emma was a livewire between them, hanging on by a thread.
"Please, please, please," she chanted. "Don't ever stop. Don't ever stop." She didn't know it would feel like this, the feeling of being utterly possessed by the men—well, man technically—she loved.
Hook grabbed her hair as they fucked her, forcing her back to arch. "You're loving this. Such a filthy lass you are, taking two cocks at once."
"So good," she gasped, unashamed. "You feel so good inside me."
"We're going to make a mess of you," he promised darkly. "You're ours."
Emma shivered, their hips coming together harder, deeper. "Yours. All yours."
After that it was all she could do to hang on, her lovers taking her with abandon. They'd been teasing her with an earth shattering climax, bringing her to the brink multiple times before backing off. It seemed all versions of Killian Jones could work her body expertly, playing her like a finely tuned instrument. Skin slapped together, cries filled the room, as the pressure built and built in her belly.
"I'm gonna come," she cried. "Fuck, I'm gonna…" The rest was lost as she fell over the edge, one final orgasm ripping through her. She came so hard that she blacked out briefly, her body still quivering with aftershocks as she felt them let go. Twin groans of ecstasy echoed in the cabin as Hook and Killian emptied themselves inside her, making a mess of her, just as Hook promised.
Killian caught her as she sagged into him, holding her as she trembled. He pressed kisses to her sweaty brow, utterly in awe of her. He felt the bed move as Hook shifted his weight and flopped down beside them breathing hard. He looked about as wrecked as Killian felt, as if he wasn't sure what to do with the most mindblowing sexual encounter of his long life. Killian knew that because he felt the same. He'd had some reservations when Emma first confided her fantasy, but he saw now why she'd wanted it. Looking at Hook was literally looking in a mirror. Emma saw that man and didn't flinch. She marched up to him and seduced him, made him putty in her hands easily.
How could their love be anything but fate?
Everything he'd done—for good or ill—lead to her. He'd never been surer of that. Beyond darkness and gods and monsters and realms, his path led to her. He decided long ago to dedicate his life to making her happy. She'd given him everything, a home, a family, True Love. Things he believed long gone. Yet, even as he gained acceptance and forgiveness from those around him, forgiving himself was much more difficult. Seeing the man he'd been in the flesh, see that man fall just as completely for Emma as he had…it put everything in perspective. Yes, he'd done terrible things, things he would regret for the rest of his life. Each one of those things brought him to her; she reminded him of the man he'd once hoped to be. This was his second chance to be that man, while he held on to the best parts of who he'd been. Emma loved both; he would forever be grateful for that.
Emma stirred in his arms, wincing a little as she moved. "Slowly, love," he chided gently. "I've got you."
She sighed, feeling utterly content for the first time since she'd suggested this encounter. It was everything she'd imagined, but better. What made it better? She wasn't sure, but the way her Killians were looking at her didn't hurt. "I think you finally wore me out," she murmured.
"How do you feel?" Killian asked cautiously.
"Perfect," she replied. "I feel perfect." Granted, she would want a very long bath later, but she wouldn't trade this night for anything. It was everything she wanted. Killian was everything she wanted. Killian, Hook, it didn't matter. She loved him no matter what. To prove her point, she kissed Killian sweetly, then scooted over to do the same to his twin. "Thank you."
Hook cupped her cheek, stealing another kiss from her lips. "I hope you know how incredible you are, lass. I know I certainly won't forget."
Emma found herself blushing. Even as the dreaded Captain Hook, he was a charmer. God, she loved him so much. There was no distinction for her. They were both the man she loved. She wanted nothing more than to bask in the afterglow, but suddenly she was exhausted. She'd driven her body to the limit; her potion was starting to wear off. A jaw cracking yawn overtook her, to her embarrassment. "Sorry. Tired."
"I should hope so," Hook replied with a smirk. "Or we haven't played our roles very well."
"Trust me, you did."
Killian eased her off him reluctantly. "We'll get you cleaned up, then you can sleep."
Emma nodded sleepily; hardly able to keep her eyes open. Hook shocked her by snuggling up behind her, holding her to him. She soaked in his warmth, drifting in and out of consciousness as Killian cleaned her up. The sheets were a lost cause, but since she'd conjured them with magic it hardly mattered. In the morning, she would return everything to normal.
Killian finally rejoined them, pressing a tender kiss to his wife's forehead. "Sleep now, my love," he whispered. "It's okay."
Emma fought it as long as she could but sleep ultimately won. She slipped into a dreamless sleep, surrounded by warmth and love.
The bed was empty when she woke. The sun was on the lower edge of the cabin windows; how late was it? Emma groaned as she rolled over; she ached in familiar places. In a good way, but still. She laid there with her eyes closed for a while, images from the night before drifting across her lids. Hook in the tavern, Killian watching as Hook ate her out, the hungry looks in their eyes at they took in her body. Her fantasy come to life.
"I know you're awake, Swan," Killian said, stepping off the ladder.
She opened her eyes. "Hey."
He slid in beside her, stroking her hair as she rested her head on his chest. "Sleep well?"
"That might be an understatement. What time is it?"
"Well after noon, love. You slept the morning away."
"Sorry."
"What a ridiculous notion." His lips touched her brow. "You can sleep as long as you like."
She smiled to herself, her heart swelling with happiness. "Maybe later. You okay?" With the morning came the end of the magic; Hook was gone. At least in the flesh. She didn't know what the aftereffects would be. The books had been vague.
Killian considered that; he certainly felt different. But how much was his own self-reflection and how much was the magic was anyone's guess. "Would it make you worry if I said I didn't know?"
Emma pushed herself up, concern in her green eyes. "Killian…"
"I don't mean that in a bad way, Swan. I loved every moment of last night. Do you believe me?"
She nodded. She didn't need her lie detector; Killian didn't lie to her. They'd gotten past secrets and bullshit. "What do you remember?"
His eyes drifted over her body; she still bore marks of their lovemaking. Numerous fingerprints and hickeys littered her skin. If he closed his eyes, he could see her from all angles, writhing, begging, demanding they push her to her limits. He was there…and so was Hook. He could remember everything Hook did to her with perfect clarity, like he'd done it himself. It was astonishing. "Everything," he said at last. "I remember it all."
Emma was relieved and embarrassed all at once. "Is that…good?"
Killian tipped her chin up, looking her in the eyes. "It feels…" He struggled for the right words. "It's definitely an odd sensation. However, it was a bit like falling in love with you all over again," he said honestly. "Being with you, Emma, it's where I'm meant to be. I knew that the moment you kissed me. The time and place don't matter. I know without a shadow of a doubt that we're meant to be together. We always were. It simply took me a long time to find you."
Emma cupped his cheeks, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips. "I hate that you had to wait so long. I hate the time we missed because of…everything. All our baggage."
"We're here now," he reminded her. He took her hand in his, their wedding rings clinking together. "We've got forever now, love."
"I love you. More than anything, I love you, Killian."
"As I love you, Emma. Always." He gathered her to his chest, his lips brushing the crown of her head. They could spend the rest of the day just relaxing before heading back to Storybrooke and their real lives. He wanted to be greedy with her a little longer. He was a pirate, after all. And she was the greatest treasure in all the realms.
