Relationships/Tags: Emma/Killian/Hook, light dom/sub, light bondage, come sharing, come swallowing

Emma's body was not her own, floating somewhere, each touch against her skin was a ripple of cold electricity, the rise and swell of each part of her an instrument being played by someone else – her soft moans the background to the blood roaring through her like a tidal wave. She shifted as much as she could, tugging helplessly at her restraints as she was rocked into the mattress over and over, just enough play in the silky cloth that she could bend and stretch her joints, but not enough that she could escape from her position, her arms and legs drawn toward each corner of the four post bed.

Like something unstoppable, she could feel it building again as Hook rolled his body into her, the pleasure coiling and writhing and snapping deep inside, barreling through her and flying from her mouth on a silent cry, her voice nearly gone altogether as what may have been her fourth – she couldn't keep track anymore – orgasm tore through her.

It had started innocently enough, as these things often did for them, a lazy night flipping through Netflix in search of the perfect distraction – and then she'd paused just a little too long on one of the shows.

Bonding.

"What's that, love?" Killian had asked, taking her inaction for interest, and perhaps it was.

"Oh, I'm not sure, I just – " She could tell them anything, she reminded herself " – it looks interesting, don't you think?"

And though her two pirates had shared a mutual look that crossed her field of view, the darkened living room stayed silent as the three of them watched the scenes play out – the hot pink dungeon room and red X-frame dominating the center, crops and dildos decorating the wall, the client stretched on a table with a riding crop tickling his cheek, fingers knotted in the black restraints holding him down.

She didn't have to hide the flush in her cheeks from them, or the way she wriggled on the couch trying to sat the wet desire throbbing in her core – but it wasn't the scenes from the show playing out that were making her hot – it was the thought of being tied up and helpless between the both of them, unable to move as they took what they needed and brought her to the edge of oblivion over and over.

The show hadn't stayed on their radar for very long, eventually drifting to the nether reaches of their watch list, but parts of it lingered in the back of her mind – and from the looks both Killian and Hook sometimes gave her, the way they had started testing her boundaries when they made love, she knew her reaction to what they'd seen wasn't far from their minds either...

"Come back to me, Emma," Hook growled, moving wetly within her, the familiar rumble of his voice against her ear pulling her back to the present, to the stretch of his cock and the cooling stickiness of Killian's release smeared along her thighs, leaking from her with every pump of Hook's body. "Don't you leave me now, darling. Can you give me another?"

Emma whimpered as Hook pulled out of her entirely, slapping his rigid, heated shaft against her sopping folds, giving her a brief glimpse of his length coated with both her own arousal and the seed Killian had left inside of her. She felt delirious at the thought of it, her body nothing more than a object to be used for their pleasure until they were done – every part of her something hot and wet and needing to be filled. Fingers dragged along her breast like knives sparking pleasure, cold shivers rising to meet the throbbing, constant ache between her legs.

"I think our princess has forgotten why she's here," Hook intoned darkly, dragging the ridge of his cock through her slick folds once more before slapping it directly against her clit, drawing a yelp of pleasure from her. "Why don't you remind her, mate."

"Aye, we can't have that, now can we?"

The pull of Killian's nails along her rosy, peaked nipple stopped as he moved closer, the heat of his body replacing the cool sting they'd left behind as he straddled her chest, her breasts pressed firmly beneath his weight.

"Wake up, love," Killian purred just as Hook slid himself back into her center, her hips bouncing against the mattress as he resumed fucking into her with abandon. "Open that pretty little mouth of yours and clean up this mess you've made."

Emma's eyes flickered open, her breath a sharp inhale as she took in the sight of Killian's cock flexing in front of her face, half hard and swelling quickly at the mere thought of having it between her lips. His length was painted white with not only her own arousal, but the traces of his release that he'd pounded into her, filling her to the brim and then reveling in how it dripped from her folds and smeared her thighs as he continued to thrust – making certain she felt as used and wanton as she looked, whispering how beautiful her body was covered in his seed.

He looked positively sinful, his length stiff and bobbing in a matter of seconds, coated with the evidence of their debauchery while their other lover was still sinking himself vigorously into her dripping sex. She lunged forward against her restraints, the cloth pulling achingly as she latched her lips around the head of his cock and rolled her lips over him, moaning with relief when he dropped forward, his hand and forearm thumping into the headboard as he leaned over her and let his length slip slowly into her mouth, her tongue firm and insistent against the ridged underside as she sucked him down.

Her body freed from his weight on her chest, Hook's thrusts began pushing her backwards against the pillows she was resting on once more, Killian angled over her and fucking her mouth leisurely as she fought to keep his girth between her lips, tongue and mouth cleaning their joint essences from him.

"Is this what you wanted, Swan?" Killian moaned above her, his features shadowed and framed by the tousled, dark locks hanging down as he watched her, "to be tied up and used, filled with our seed until it runs down your legs – your tight little throat and mouth cleaning us off when we're finished?"

Emma keened, every ridge and vein of Killian's hardness running across her lips as she did her best to lave every drop from his skin, his words another burning addition the the feelings she could no longer control. Her body slipped further up the bed as Hook pounded viciously into her, his grunts of pleasure wavering as he drew near his own release, her restraints digging into her ankles as her body was forced away from Killian. She stretched as far forward as she possibly could, mouth open and waiting for the swollen head of Killian's cock that was now just out of reach, desperation rolling from her tongue on a cry until she was suddenly filled, Hook grabbing her hips and yanking her back down the bed – his fingers digging pleasantly into her flesh as he pistoned into her, her legs forced wider as he buried himself as deeply as possible.

Killian's cock was lying thick and heavy against her tongue once more as Hook finally came, his shaft swelling within her tight channel and filling her with warmth, pulsing ropes of his cum bathing her walls and running out of her as he pulled free with a groan.

"So bloody beautiful, darling," he breathed. "Killian, get down here and look at our Swan."

Emma whimpered as the comforting stretch of Killian's cock withdrew from her mouth, leaving her entirely empty as she watched him move around the bed to join Hook, his lips turning up in a wicked smirk as Hook spread her thighs open, further revealing her drenched slit, his release sliding from within her and running down the seam of her cheeks – her thighs and pink folds defiled with every bit of come and arousal that had been dragged out of her.

"Bloody hell, Emma," Killian growled, his fist moving to his rigid shaft and pumping it lightly, "you look positively sinful so full of our seed, but I think you can do better. What do you say love?"

Hook ducked between her legs as Killian watched, his tongue running up her slit and lapping, lips sealing around her abused flesh and massaging as he sucked, her hips bucking toward him as she released a lengthy cry, nodding furiously at Killian as he ran his palm down his length and cupped his balls, weighing them as if to see how much more he could leave inside of her.

"Yes...fuck...yes, more, Killian," she gasped, her legs jerking at the restraints as Hook's tongue swirled inside of her wet sheath before pulling away, his lips and scruff glistening as he smirked from between her legs and crawled up her body.

"Open your mouth then, love," Killian warned, taking the place Hook had vacated and stroking the velvety head of his cock over her folds. "If you want me to take you once more like the filthy, come-filled wench you are, then you'll open your mouth and swallow down every drop you're given."

Emma's body shook at his commands, anticipation scorching along her skin as she snapped her mouth open and Hook leaned over her, his supple lips opening as he met the bitten flesh of her own, the combination of their warm releases sliding from his mouth into hers, slipping down her tongue and into her throat as he pushed for entry, his tongue curling over hers and sharing every sinful taste of himself – of her, of Killian.

Hook groaned, his fingers knotting in her golden locks as his chest scraped across her breasts, the scratch of his thick chest hair against her nipples making her moan, every inch of her body tingling and edging closer to a pulsing, consuming chaos – and Killian hadn't even entered her yet.

"That's a good girl," Killian purred from between her legs, and without any further warning, he sheathed his entire length inside of her, meeting no resistance as what was left of Hook's lingering release was pushed from inside of her, coating them both once more in slick arousal, "our good, good girl..."

It was almost immediate, her body to sensitive to resist, another orgasm ripping through her with no control as she arched against the bed before falling heavily back down. Killian fucked her through it, broken words falling from his lips as she felt his thrusts falter for a moment, his cock slipping almost entirely out of her as something pulled at her ankles – and then they were freed, her thighs burning as Killian lifted both her legs and tossed them over his shoulders, rising up on his haunches and pushing back in to fill her, his thick cock nudging the very entrance to her womb.

"Over here, Emma – we can't have you leaving a mess," Hook teased, his words floating to her through a fog, the sudden weight of his palm turning her face to the side where his cock was waiting for her, softening and glistening with their juices.

She opened her mouth and stretched to take him in, the carnal knowledge that right now she was nothing more than a warm body for her two lovers to take their pleasure in, servicing them clean, enough to wash any discomfort from her limbs as Killian rammed himself into her, his balls slapping against her ass, each impact of his hips driving her farther into a swirl of ecstasy that seemed unending.

"No, I don't think so," Hook chided, pulling his cock just out of reach of her questing mouth. "Just your tongue, darling."

Emma couldn't help the needy groan that fell from her lips, the filthy things they were doing to her, asking of her – giving her the things she'd asked for, things she'd only dreamt about, had never voiced aloud before...

Hook shivered as she stuck out her tongue, dragging it slowly along his shaft as he moved closer, lapping at the release clinging to him and swallowing it down as she worked her way around him. Killian's pace was unrelenting as he pounded into her, her body rocking solidly into the bed, each thrust he made echoed by the delicious sounds of their lovemaking, his cock dragging from her wet, swollen depths before plunging back in. Hook moaned as Emma laved the tip of his member, her lips rolling and pushing back skin as she sucked every bit of herself from his hardening flesh – good god, she didn't think she could go again.

She drew in a sharp breath at the feel of Killian's teeth marking her leg, his hips stilling for a moment at the end of each thrust as he savored being surrounded by her depths, her walls clutching at his girth. She felt delirious with the sensations they were both pulling from her, her awareness of everything beyond the way they felt inside of her gone – every inch of her skin aflame and the core of her being as thick and fluid as molten lava.

She moved with purpose down the underside of Hook's cock as he angled nearer, his hand lifting its weight when she nosed against the damp skin of his sack, caressing each heavy globe with the flat of her tongue before trying to roll its fullness into her mouth – but with her hands still tied, she couldn't get what she wanted, and a whimper of desperation fell from her as she tried to wriggle closer.

"Does my filthy princess need her mouth filled?" Hook crooned, Emma nodding insistently against his pebbled flesh, her nose nudging the delicate globe inside, "and how do you ask nicely, love?"

"Please," she groaned, mouthing at what she could reach, wanting to feel the weight of each delicious sphere sliding into her mouth. "Please, I need it...need you..."

"Give our dirty minx what she needs," Killian growled from between her legs, his thrusts becoming erratic as sweat dripped along his neck to settle at the edge of his collarbone, "keep that mouth of hers sated while I fill up the rest of her, Jones."

A wave of satisfaction roared through her, tingling along her legs and pooling at her fingertips as Hook pressed forward and gave her what she was craving, his cock resting heavily against her face as he used his fingers to cup his balls and hold them steady while she sucked one in, earning a groan from both of her pirates at the sight. Humming around the deep, satisfying taste of him, Emma rolled her tongue beneath the heavy weight, wishing she could hold them both in the warmth of her mouth. She felt the slow bump of his fingers moving along his shaft, his skin slick with her saliva as he lazily stroked himself above her, and she carefully dragged her teeth over the taut skin of his sack, letting him drop free as he moaned, drinking in her swollen lips and body flushed to perfection as she rocked beneath Killian's exertions.

With almost no warning, the tension in Emma's body flooded free, the spiral of bliss that had felt never ending becoming a perfect ache that rolled over her once more, her pleasure drawn out of her on a wordless cry as her senses trembled between feeling too much and nothing at all, her walls contracting tightly as Killian continued to slide in and out of their grasp, his cock swelling as he prepared to fill her once more.

"Gods, you're a bloody vision," Hook breathed, dropping to seize her lips with his own, her body twisting as she tried desperately to find equal ground with him, but it was impossible until he relented, hastily untying one of her restraints so that she could meet him in turn. Her muscles burned as she grabbed his hair and tugged him against her, her moans swallowed by the heat of his mouth as Killian cried out with his release, the thick length of his cock throbbing hotly within her as he mouthed the bruised flesh of her leg and held his shaking hips firmly against her body.

He thrust into her twice more, a shiver racing along his spine as her soft whimpers and the slowly ebbing pull of her flesh drained every last drop of his essence, his body falling heavily forward as he let her legs drop back to the bed. His forehead was resting hot and sweaty below her breasts as she shuddered the last of her orgasm from her body, her fingers combing through both of her lovers' tousled locks contentedly.

"That was..."

"Something we'll have to repeat," Emma murmured, feeling the fresh slip of Killian's release smearing between them as he shifted, every inch of her body feeling deliciously used in a way she knew she would feel for days to come.