Chapter 15: Parting Gifts
The pirate captain was completely enraptured by the Crimson Savior, lost in a haze of pleasure. She was a virgin but she was a virgin that knew what she wanted. As a result, he was having the best sex of his life...well after that...moment. In fact, it actually took him about twenty minutes to realize that he was holding onto her...with two hands.
He actually stopped moving, eliciting a whine of protest from the ginger haired goddess. He couldn't help it...it had been such a long time since he had both hands. He stared at the new appendage in plain shock. How...when...what? His brain was so jumbled that he couldn't think properly.
That's when he noticed it...her eyes were glowing with a soft blue light from within, swirling with sparkles...like stardust. It was her...she had done this. She had restored what he had so foolishly lost so long ago...even after what he had done to her. Did she even realize that she had used her magic at all? Judging by the look on her face...that would be a no.
"Thank you, love. I'll put it to use immediately." He stated smirking and she blinked, clearly confused.
He pushed himself fully into her, making her gasp at the sudden motion, so he could balance out long enough to show her both hands at once and her jaw fell open in shock, tears beginning to fall again. He yanked her to him and kissed her deeply, his lovely goddess grunting at the change of position and the spike of pleasure that accompanied it.
He wasted no time in utilizing his newly acquired hand and started slamming harder into her sex, such delicious sounds erupting from her mouth. He pushed himself to his absolute limit. He made her climax dozens of times and he actually came four times before his member grew soft, but she wasn't done with him.
It did not take long for him to get hard again, the ginger using her hands and mouth to explore his body...such a curious little thing she was. He switched positions so that he was dominant, fulfilling her earlier request and showing her just how rough he could be but without the intense pain from before; however, it only seemed to reenergize her and he was having a tough time keeping up the pace and intensity.
By the stars...this woman was impossible. The rougher he was, the more wild she became, pleading for more. The gentler he was, the more she complained and true to her word, she used her magic to make him pick up the pace several times. It had already been several hours… at least three maybe four… and he was fucking exhausted, pun intended, but he had to keep going… he had to atone for his earlier actions but he was definitely reaching his limit… then he found it… his salvation.
That perfect spot that had her screaming in pure ecstasy and he made certain to keep hitting that spot and roughly too. Her final climax was so powerful that he actually came twice back to back, the second time as a result of her yelling out his name in utter bliss, and he passed out while still inside of her.
When he awoke later, he discovered that his lover was softly glowing with an electric blue light. She was sound asleep tucked perfectly against him, a content smile on her lips. She was beautiful...and she was shining...and he stared at the sight of her, realizing what she was to him at this very moment.
A star that shined only for him.
He could barely breathe, his emotions sky rocketing to a level he had previously thought himself incapable of and a fierce wave of possessiveness washed over him, along with the desire to protect his lover… His Star...His Guiding Star...his...he finally had his very own star and that thought alone nearly made him cry from happiness …but then reality came crashing back in, along with a large helping of guilt and trepidation.
He remembered that blasted witch, Kora, the one pulling his strings and making him dance. He had to keep that heartless bitch away from the crimson haired savior at all costs. He would not allow anyone to take what was his and he had the distinct impression that his star would rip someone to pieces if they tried to separate them… but he did need to leave.
He needed to meet Kora before sundown… otherwise she would come looking for him. If she found him like this… she would kill his star and she would make him watch as she crushed his lover's heart. His mind was made up. He had to protect her, protect whatever it was that they shared… he would not let her go… he almost laughed because his brother's wish had come true… he found the star that he had spent a lifetime searching for.
He did take a few moments to clean and redress his star though. Last thing she needed was for some random man or men to find her naked in the woods. She was so exhausted that she didn't even notice but she did notice when he was no longer in reach of her and she started crying in her sleep.
Her tears were nearly his undoing. He didn't want to leave her, given the choice, he wouldn't...but he had to. He pulled a small metal flute from his inner left pocket and placed it in her hands. Her fingers curled around the flute and she clutched it to her chest. He brushed his fingers through her crimson locks, marveling at how soft they were.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, completely oblivious to the slight pulse of magic that had occurred at the same time. He then picked up his satchel and rearranged his left hand so that it curled into the mount for his hook. It would raise far too many questions if he suddenly had two hands.
He made certain that the unsoiled bits of the cloak were laid across her. He was sorely regretting leaving his coat on the Jolly Roger. When night fell, it was going to get quite chilly and he didn't want her to get sick. He wanted to keep his radiant star around for a very long time...forever if he could.
With one final look, he turned and left, every step he took felt like he was gaining more and more weight. He barely made it to the rendezvous point in time. The moment he saw that vile creature...oh he wished she still had her heart because he would not hesitate to use the enchantment on his hook to rip it out and crush it.
Kora had collected the ashes of the wardrobe used to send Snow's daughter to a world without magic… but it wasn't enough. In order for her to get to Storybrooke, she still needed the compass, but before that… she paid a visit to the encampment, ripping out and crushing every person's heart along the way.
He nearly screamed when the damn bitch ripped out Rem's heart...the Celtic woman simply smiled at him, the scream getting stuck in his throat, and then the light died in her eyes, her heart turning to dust in the witch's hand. He looked away from the now dead body of his friend. He would make damn certain that his lover didn't suffer the same fate.
His luck turned for the better when he realized that his goddess wasn't in the encampment and once he was sure that Kora was gone, he made his way back to where he had left his sleeping lover...only to find her gone.
The cloak was still there but the crimson haired savior wasn't. Where could she have gone? He looked back towards the encampment and his blood ran cold. What if she was in the encampment and he simply didn't see her? A terror unlike anything he had ever felt before gripped his heart...it was so powerful that said heart almost stopped, his heartbeat sputtering sporadically unable to find a steady rhythm.
The dark clad pirate had finally found the star he had been searching for his entire life and now it was gone. The Captain knew that without his goddess to guide him, he would simply drift through the sea of time until death finally claimed him. Such strong feelings...he would ask why but he honestly didnt care anymore.