AN- I swore to God I wasn't going to write dub-con for this fic and what did my muse want me to write? Dub-con. So yes, there is dub-con in this chapter. But lots of good stuff in this chapter. Might be my most favorite one for this fic yet so hopefully you guys enjoy it.

Also want to dedicate this chapter to Yahri, who has continued to inspire and support the fic. She is going through a rough time right now and I'm hoping this feeds her need for smutty distractions. Love you baby girl.

Dashing Pirate Rescue

Chapter Six

"Woah…" Killian pulled back tightly on the reins of the horse to slow it until it reached a stop.

"Why are we stopping?" Emma asked, wide eyed and panicked at their sudden change in course. "Killian, why are we stopping?" She tried once more to no avail.

He wordlessly unsaddled himself from the horse and with one hand on the rungs lowered himself down until his feet hit the ground with an audible thump. His face was expressionless, his lips set in a thin line as he rounded the back of the horse and pried open one of the sacks to rummage through their supplies.

"Killian!" She whined impatiently, trying to get his attention. "Are you going to answer me?" She questioned, peering out over the dirt road set out before them. "Hey, captain!" She turned around, her body bent into itself so she could look at him as she snapped her fingers.

Killian paid her no mind, opting to focus on his goals.

She could see cogs turning in his mind. She had spent enough time with him at this point to know when he was hatching a plan and determined to see it through. She recognized the tenacity in his steel blue eyes and was grossly aware of his next move in order to execute his plan.

She watched from over her shoulder as he pulled one of the worn blankets from his pack and tucked it underneath his arm. She could hear the crunch of his footsteps against the dirt as he strode over to a nearby tree, blanket in hand. "Are you going to tell me what you are doing or should I—" The words died in her mouth as she heard the faint sounds of a steady stream of water emanating from where he was standing.

"Please, don't stop on my account." He called from over his shoulder.

She flipped around, still seated on the horse to find him with his trousers hung loosely around his hips, the material dipping low enough to see the curve of his buttox. She took in his stance, his feet standing shoulder width apart as he shuffled from side to side, rolling his shoulders. Her eyes went wide at the satisfying groan as it left his mouth and she clamped her hand over her mouth at the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock that was in the process of releasing a fixed flow of urine from the tip.

"Ugh." She snapped her head away from the scene that would no doubt be embedded in her mind for all eternity. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the faint smell of fresh urine invading her sense of smell. "You are vile." She spat, placing her hand over her chest as she fought the urge to gag. "Seriously, you couldn't have waited until we got into town to relieve yourself, preferably in private."

Killian smirked at her agitated state as he shook himself dry, divesting himself of the last beads of moisture before tucking himself back inside the confines of his leather pants. "Now." He whirled around to face her, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he took in her state of obvious discomfort. "Where would the fun in that be?" He teased as he relaced his pants, not bothering to take his eyes off of her.

"Does my natural human bodily functions repulse you that much?" He asked in jest, his eyes shining with mirth as he placed his boot on top of the soiled blanket and began digging it into the earth.

"Repugnant is more like it. You have the manners of a farm animal." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I can assure the only thing even remotely animalistic about me is the way I fuck." He said, rubbing the blanket into the ground in an attempt to cover it with its moist scent. "But I gather you knew that already considering how fond you are of the way of that particular appendage."

"Do you have any shame?" She wondered in a very clipped tone.

"Fraid not." He declared with something akin to actual pride in his voice.

She heard him grunt as he bent over to pick something up off the ground followed by the rustling of fabric as it dragged against the pull of the wind.

"Here we are." He strode back over to her and placed his hand on the horse while offering her the blanket in his other. "Go on, take it." He encouraged, prodding her with the blanket with a smug smile.

"Ugh!" She turned away from him, willing the vomit-inducing smell away from her. "Are you insane!" She shrieked, inching herself away from the offending piece of fabric as far as her body could handle without falling off the horse. Although she did briefly consider the consequences of a bump on the head compared to the stench of the blanket.

"You know most people would just compliment me on my cunning wit." He provided nonchalantly.

"How can you even stomach the smell? I feel like I'm going to retch." She looked at the object in his hand and gagged.

"This is nothing compared to the smell of being at sea with a crew of dozens of men. There is enough bodily fluid on the ship to to fill a lagoon." He held the blanket out instantly.

"What do you expect me to do with that ghastly thing?" Her eyes darted from the blanket back to his, trying to get a sense of its intended purpose.

"To wear it of course." He admitted with a slight tinge of laughter in his eyes. "Although I may have briefly entertained the thought of stuffing it in your resentful royal mouth. The idea does please me but I thought this might be the more acceptable option."

"I'm not wearing that!" She turned up her nose in refusal. "Besides, who even knows where you have been. It is probably covered in syphilis."

Killian had to put his fist to his mouth to keep from laughing. He collected himself and lowered his hand and swallowed before replying, "If this is what you are truly afraid of, I might want to rethink taking it straight from the source."

She made a retching noise and shoved her forearm over her mouth and nose to ease the overly pungent smell wafting toward her. "Why are you like this? Is this some sick fetish to get a rise out of me?"

"Well I am entertained at the thought of your suffering at my hand, I fear that there was far more purpose that went into this than meets the eye." He forced the blanket into her lap.

"Are you so insecure that you have to mark me with your scent like a dog?" She fumbled with the blanket in her hands, moving it around in her lap like a bowl of gruel that she didn't dare shove between her lips. Her belly churned at the sight of the blanket. It was covered in dirt, mud, urine, grass, and who knew what else.

"I think you and I both know that my ego doesn't sustain much injury. But if you would prefer your mouth that could be arranged…" He suggested, reaching out toward the blanket only to have it pushed away from him. "Quite attached aren't we?"

"Is this what you wanted…" She unraveled the blanket and pushed it onto her shoulders. "To have me bathed in your scent or do you enjoy the sounds of a woman vomiting in your oh so handsome presence?"

"It isn't for me, love. Well I suppose I take some benefit from it, but it is mostly for you." He supplied without a hint of humor in his voice.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She sneered at him from astride the horse.

Kilian reached out to stroke the horse's man, ignoring her question entirely before opening his mouth to put her out of her immediate misery. "When I initially came to rescue you I had to do quite a bit of searching. That required me asking around in several towns as to your whereabouts. There were also countless others in pursuit of the very same treasure." He explained.

She swallowed hard, pushing down the bile that gathered in her mouth as she listened intently.

"What do you imagine would happen if I returned without my crew and a woman on my arm?" He implied dangerously.

She lowered her head and nodded in understanding.

"This is what needs to be done in order to keep you and my reward safe, do you understand?" He leaned forward, glaring in warning.

"Yes." She answered, curling into herself.

"Excellent." His face dropped into the calm and cocky demeanor she had come to expect from the pirate. He patted the horse before hoisting himself on top of it, settling himself into the saddle. "It isn't much of a disguise but should disway anyone from getting too close to you." He took the reins in his hands as the horse swayed slightly under his command. "We will ditch the horse on the outskirts of town and continue the rest of the way on foot as to not draw attention. Once we reach the center of town you are to walk a safe distance ahead of me until I can get you somewhere safe." He instructed.

"You want me to pose as a beggar?" She wrapped her arms around him, holding on to his waist.

"Well aren't you a clever lass." He mocked. "Apologize for being so direct, your majesty, but the stench is bloody awful."

"Just go pirate." She urged impatiently. "The sooner we get there the sooner I can rid myself of this odor. I can barely stomach the smell of you let alone this hideous rag."

"I would be keen to not test me further otherwise I make good on the stuffing your mouth promise. Although I would prefer to fill your lovely mouth with something far more pleasant." He teased in a self appreciating tone.

"I might just take you up on that offer. I would be delighted to taste the rare delicacy that is shredded pirate." She quipped without missing a beat.

"By the end of our time together you will be begging for me to fill you in every single one of your holes, your highness." He vowed.

"Is that a threat?" She scoffed, unconcerned with the severity of his words.

"No, love. It is a guarantee." He said huskily, delighting in his ability to completely unnerve her. He refocused his attention on the road before him and kicked the horse, urging it forward into a gallop toward the town dead ahead.

As he previously indicated, they parked the horse just shy of town, leaving it in the care of a farmhand and promptly made the rest of their way on foot. The further they stepped into the town, the more people there were to avoid. Nearly too many to process by the time they reached the middle of town. She hugged the blanket closer to her body, making sure her head was still buried beneath the fabric as she stared at her feet to avoid the glances of passersby. The only thing that seemed to bring her any comfort was that Killian was less than a few paces behind her, keeping a careful watch over her as they pushed their way toward the inn.

She wanted to look behind her, to breathe a sigh of relief at his presence, to know that he was still with her, but she knew that she couldn't risk it. They dragged on, fighting through the crowds in the marketplace until at last they reached the inn. Emma looked up at the faded sign creaking in the wind and hugged the blanket to her body.

They had made it this far only for Killian to silently berate the hole in what he thought to be a well throughout out plan. After careful planning he had failed to realize how he was supposed to get a supposed beggar through the door of the inn.

She craned her neck to catch his attention, a worried look on her face as she waited for his next instruction.

He shoved his hands over his face in frustration, running them down his face as he processed their current predicament and tried to find a way out of it. "Bloody hell." He closed his eyes, cursing himself as he strode over to her, a maddening look in his eye.

She cowered in fear, unable to read the intent in his murderous face as he advanced toward her.

"Out of my way." He shoved her, sending her tumbling to the ground.

She looked at him, obviously hurt by his careless behavior toward her. She knew he was playing a part, but did he have to do it so convincingly?

"Go around the back." He whispered, just low enough for her to hear before tearing open the door.

Emma glanced around at the bustling life around her, shivering against the damp blanket she wore for shelter. She toiled away on how to approach the back of the building, her eyes scanning the alleyways for an obvious entrance. She spotted one in the distance and picked herself up, dragging herself over to the darkened alleyway until she saw the light at the other end.

The horrid stench of ale and vomit pierced her nose and made her sick to her stomach. She doubled over, clutching her tummy as she made her way to the dimly lit backdoor and waited for Killian. A few anxious moments passed before the door was thrown open, however, the person on the other side was not Killian.

"Come on lassie. I ain't got all day." The woman urged her inside, tapping her foot in impatience. "You better be worth all this hassle."

Emma looked at the older woman in confusion, flinching away from her nervously.

"Good grief girl you smell to high heaven." The woman remarked, sniffing her as she grabbed hold of Emma and thrust her inside.

Emma was caught off guard as the woman tugged at her hair, nearly lifting her off the ground just as the door closed. Emma fought against her in defiance as she was thrust in the direction of the stairs.

"I won't be having any more of ya lot camping outside my tavern and driving away my customers. Upstairs with ya until the authorities arrive." The woman screamed, the scene she caused no match for the tavern chatter of the patrons.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as she was shoved up the stairs by the woman, nearly stumbling forward when she reached the last step. Relief flooded her as she felt a pair of familiar hands catch her and helped her to her feet. With watery eyes she leapt into his arms, the blanket falling from her arms as she held onto him tightly like a lifeline.

"You owe me one, pirate." The woman hissed.

"You'll have your payment." He assured her in thanks as Emma staggered against him.

"I'll bring up a bath myself. But it will cost you." The woman told him. "You have my word. No one will know she is here as long as I get what you promised me."

"You will be compensated for the inconvenience." He promised, nodding his head firmly as he held Emma against his chest, her entire body shaking in his grasp.

"Best get her inside, sonnie." The woman nodded toward them before slipping down the staircase to resume her business operations.

"It's okay, lass. I've got you." He whispered, gently sweeping her into his arms and taking them to their room at the end of the hall.

She buried her face into the warm exposed skin of his chest and cried just as she heard the door close behind them and she recognized she was finally safe. "Why did you leave me? You said you weren't going to leave me."

"I know. I know." He felt a slight pang of regret in his voice at how distraught she was at what had just occurred. "I'm sorry." He pressed his head against hers as he walked them toward the bed and slowly lowered her cowering body on top of it.

He searched her once pale face, tinged bright red as she sniffled, her blonde hair matted to her head in all manner of knots and burrows. He afforded her a caring smile as he sank down onto his knee before her and reached out a tentative hand to her shaking knee. "I'm sorry darling. It is entirely my fault. I promise you, it won't happen again. You have my word."

There was something honest and attentive in his tone as he spoke to her and she found herself drawn to it. She should hate him with her entire being for the little stunt he had pulled back there but instead she felt nothing but grateful for him in that moment.

"Will you accept my apology?" He asked sincerely.

"Yes." She nodded, sucking her tears back as she adjusted her eyes to her new surroundings. The room was fairly simple but after being locked in a tower with a single convenience there was really no room for complaint.

She glanced around the room, taking in the faint fumes of ale and moldy bread that emanated from downstairs. She noticed the distinct lack of privacy as she heard the creak of a bed next door. She looked around at the plain wooden furniture with the bed the primary fixture of the room. The mattress was stiff underneath her and the linens were unsightly, yet they still provided some form of comfort in light of their situation.

Killian released a long sigh as he got up from the floor and onto his feet.

Emma looked up at him tearfully as he closed the space between them and captured her face in his hands.

"I need you to stay put." He told her, his eyes staring into hers like an unspoken commitment.

"Where are you going?" She whispered hoarsely.

"I need to fetch a few things to prepare us for the last legs of our journey. Do you think you can stay here for a bit?" He asked, scanning her face expectantly, leading with his chin.

"You just said—" She opened her mouth in protest.

"I'm aware of what I said but I need you to do what I ask." He brushed the pad of his thumb against her tear streaked cheek.

"Alright." She whispered, cowering away from him in betrayal.

"I have the mistress of the tavern looking after you. She will come in and prepare a bath for you." He stood up, stretching. "I'm sure you will enjoy being able to wash up with soap." He supplied gingerly, no doubt waiting for the barrage of thanks he would get for the simple gesture of kindness.

"Thank you…" She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

That wasn't quite what he had been expecting but at least she wasn't yelling at him. Killian leaned down, grasping the back of her head and planted a single kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back in a bit, lass."

She listened as he took his leave, the door slamming shut behind him. She fell flat against the bed, her eyes trained against the ceiling in thought, her hands waded against her chest. She was interrupted a few moments later when two men came in followed by the woman from earlier with a rather large tub. She flew up from the bed at the sound of them and immediately turned her head away so they couldn't see her face.

"Get out!" She barked at them, leaving the women in the room alone. The woman released a long winded sigh, shaking her head as she threw a towel over her shoulder. "Don't be frightened dear." She approached Emma cautiously, noting the way the small woman peaked up at her from the thick curtain of her hair.

"Come now." She extended her hands toward her, urging her to get up from her place on the bed. "Let's get a good look at ya." The woman pushed the hair from her face, revealing her creamy complexion and her rosy cheeks. "You've been through a lot, haven't you? Come on, let's get you washed up." She helped her from the bed and guided her over to the wash basin.

Several moments later, Emma was sinking her body further into the embrace of the warm water, delighting in the way it caressed her skin and relaxed her. She was also enjoying the attention of the woman as she methodically wiped the dirt off her skin and underneath her fingernails, paying special attention to her feet.

"Your hair is a complete disaster…" The woman stood over her, her head tilting from side to side as she ran her fingers through her messy locks. "The only instruction your master gave me was to make you look presentable."

"My master?" She knitted her eyebrows together at the mention of the word. "I'm not a slave."

"Not what he said." The woman argued.

Emma rolled her eyes. He would use that as a cover — any opportunity to declare himself above her he took without thought or care. She ran her hands over the water, watching the ripples that she created underneath her fingers. "I suppose I am a slave…" She relented sorrowfully, applying the word to her own situation of being locked up in a tower for several years against her will.

"It's a lot easier when you finally admit it to yourself. I get you girls in here all the time." She waved a brush around, rounding the tub to situate herself behind her. "Don't worry we will get you looking good for him by the time he gets back." She told her, working the brush through her knots and tangles eliciting a yelp of pain from Emma.

"When was the last time you had your hair cut? It is in terrible shape and I don't know how much a brush can do to help…"

Emma looked up at the woman, her eyes glazing over as they trailed up from her legs to her face. "It's been awhile." She provided, hesitantly, dragging her hand against the water.

"Would you be opposed to me taking the razor to it?" The woman asked, placing her hand on her hip.

"I suppose not." Emma answered, swallowing at what she was consenting to.

"Don't worry. You are in excellent hands." She assured her, wiping her hands on her apron.

Emma sank further into the water, burying herself in its depths hoping that it would swallow her hole.

Killian walked into the tailor shop, muttering under his breath at the sound of the bell overhead. The last thing he needed was the ding of a bell sounding everytime he walked through a door — that was the farthest thing from keeping a low profile.

"Can I help you sir?" A woman raised her head toward him questionably and lowered her spectacles from her nose.

Killian tensed, giving her an uneasy laugh as he shook his head. "No. I'm quite fine, thank you." He held out his hand to stop her from approaching him. "I'm just going to take a look around if you don't mind." He said sheepishly.

"By all means…" She scoffed knowingly and arranged her glasses back on to her face as she directed herself back to the fabric in front of her.

He trudged through the store, suddenly taken aback by the variety of choices and then it came to his attention that he hadn't the slightest idea what she needed. He pursed his lips in frustration as he tested the fabric in his hand.

"Are you sure you don't need any assistance?" He heard the woman's voice from over his shoulder.

Killian gritted his teeth and closed his eyes trying to will her away. "I'm fine and for the record I am perfectly capable of—"

His words trailed off as he found himself in the presence of the shop keep, bearing down on him like an overbearing mother. "Do you have a list?" She asked him, placing her glasses on top of her head and crooking her fingers inward in silent instruction.

"I'm afraid I haven't got one." Killian replied, berating himself for his lack of preparation.

"A strapping young man like yourself waltzes into my shop and he hasn't the faintest idea of what he is looking for. Have you even got her measurements?" She looked at him speculatively.

Killian began using his hands as a way to map out her measurements from memory but was failing miserably. Even the most incompitant pirate captain's had a basic understanding of geometry, yet all of his teachings had managed to evade him at this current moment of time.

"Do you know what you are here for?" She tried again.

"I don't know?" He flung his hands in the air, getting testy with the saleswoman. "Do I strike you as a bloke who fancies tailoring in his spare time?"

"No." She said sarcastically. "Where would you like to start seeing how passionate you are for women's clothing…" She mocked, sauntering over to some of the dresses she had in stock. "How about colors?"

"No. No dresses." He informed her, stroking his chin. "She needs traveling clothes."

"You could have started with that. Would have saved you a lot of time." The woman eyed him as she went over to the women's trousers and began pilfering through the selection.

"She also needs undergarments, a good pair of boots, a cloak, stockings, gloves, and a few dressing gowns." He rambled off.

The woman scrunched up her nose at the list but opted to not make a comment given how much money he was intending on spending. "Let's just take a look at these, shall we?" She gestured toward the leather breeches.

Killian tucked his hand against his lower back, raising his coat as he walked over to where the woman was. "Do you have anything in black?" He wondered, biting his lower lip.

"You'd prefer she dress like a—"

"You can say it. Go on ahead." He nodded encouragingly.

"A pirate." She supplied dryly.

Killian smiled smugly at the mention of the word on the woman's lips, taking pride in her stunted distinction of his chosen profession. "Aye. I do. In fact, the more 'pirate' as you so crudely labeled it is exactly what I'm after."

He left the shop several hours later carrying a handful of parcels and made his way back to the inn, making sure he wasn't spotted along the way, worried that the garments wrapped in burlap might tip someone off. I took state of his surroundings, searching the faces of those he passed for any sign of wicked intent. He strolled through the market and passed several taverns along the way until he finally reached his destination.

When he entered he was greeted by the woman he had left Emma with and was taken aback when she moved to stand in front of him, preventing him from passing.

"What's all this?" He asked, juggling the packages in his hands. "I told you you'd have your payment."

"Perhaps a little in advance to show good faith?" She tilted her head.

"Now? Do you really think now is the best time to approach a man for money?" He glared at her in confusion. "Here." He thrust some of the packages into her hand. "Make yourself useful." He walked past her, silenting urging her to follow him up to the room.

"Better be some coppers waiting for me, pirate." She grumbled, following behind him on the darkened stairwell.

Killian lifted the latch on the door and stumbled inside to see his princess wrapped in a robe, toying with the ends of her now shortened blonde hair. Rather than resting below her backside, her curly mane fell along the length of her back and stopped midway down. His mouth went slack and the packages slipped from his hold as he stood unmoving from the doorway.

Emma turned at the sound to find Killian near the door, packages strewn across the floor as he stood, his mouth ajar and his breath catching in her throat, trying to formulate words.

"Where do you want these?" The woman asked Killian, dropping the parcels to the floor when he failed to answer her question.

Emma watched his face contort with annoyance as he fumed beside the barkeep.

"Damn it woman!" He shouted, throwing his hand in the air in frustration. "Do you have a shred of decency?" He looked at the mess on the floor.

"Says the man who brought his concubine to my inn. Next time you want to talk to me about decency, leave the whore on the ship." She argued.

Killian growled at the insinuation that the delicate woman standing before them was his mistress. "Get out." He mumbled under his breath, stroking his jaw to temper his rage. "I said get out!" He yelled, pointing toward the door. "And here." He flung a small bag of copper coins toward her. "How is that for good faith? Now, leave us."

Killian flinched in restrained anger as he heard the door slam behind her and the sounds of her heavy footsteps as she descended the staircase.

"She told me that you referred to yourself as my master." She relayed sheepishly.

"I see you've cut your hair. It looks nice." He complimented, a small smile breaking out onto his lips.

"Don't avoid the subject please." She dropped her hands to her side, glaring at him in disappointment. "Is that all I am to you?" She accused him, advancing toward him. "Your pet? Your slave? Your whore?" She scowled in anger.

"Do you think I would have made such an effort for someone I just wanted to bury my cock into? I don't go through the trouble of buying someone I'm fucking a new wardrobe." He defended, gesturing down to all the packages littered across the floor.

"I didn't ask you to do that." She barked.

"And take you aboard my ship naked? I should think not." He aggressed, watching as she stood there dumbfounded. "You really do have a misguided understanding of what is going on here. My job is to protect you until I can safely deliver you to your parents. Anything I say is to keep you safe, question me again and you will see just how much of a pirate I can be."

"Thank you." She spoke softly, barely audible to his trained ear.

"Pardon?" He asked for confirmation, untrusting his own ears at the moment given her lack of volume.

"I said thank you. For the clothing." She confirmed, bending down to reach for one of the discarded packages on the floor.

"You're thanking me?" The color all but drained from his face at the realization she wasn't yelling at him.

"Is that not the proper reply for the person who just bought me clothing?" She remarked sarcastically. "Although, perhaps I was a bit hasty. I still have yet to see what you brought me." She concluded, rising to her feet and plucking at the strings that held the burlap in place.

"Well it's about bloody time." He released a long aggravated breath at her expense. "I suppose you found your displaced manners when the wench chopped off your hair?" He discerned hotly.

"There's the pirate." She acknowledged coldly. "Everytime I think you are capable of some kind of compassion you just remind me that you are nothing but a pirate." She provoked him, mimicking his same salty disposition he had displayed to her mere seconds ago.

"If you want a pirate, I will give you a pirate." He drawled out, a menacing scowl on his lips, growling threateningly as he stalked toward her like a predator seeking out its prey.

Her eyes widened with fear, backing up until she collided with a small table behind her. She staggered forward to gain her footing but was viciously seized by the waist and turned around so that her back was facing him. She shivered, feeling the hard unforgiving press of his erection against the thin material of her robe as he grinded himself against her.

She swayed against him as his hand trailed down the length of her body until it fell against the belt of her robe. Her breath hitched as the belt was torn from her body, the robe falling open bearing her naked body to the sharp bite of the air against her skin. The cool air caressed her flesh, her nipples pebbling underneath its bitter touch.

She gasped as the robe was ripped unceremoniously from her body. She whined at the loss of the protection that the garment afforded her.

His long fingers grazed the heated skin of her stomach, the cold metal of his rings stroking her making her wince and shiver. He ran his hand over her body, groaning at the softness of her underneath his fingers. He trailed his hand upward, using his grip on her waist to tug him posessively against his body.

She felt his hand cup her breast, roughly massaging it as he dropped his lips to her bare shoulder, his hot breath whispering against her skin. The unrelenting scrape of his stubble burned her neck as he mouthed at her shoulder, his teeth raking delicately against her skin.

His thumb pressed against her nipple drawing a shriek of surprise, the silver of his ring scratching at the delicate flesh as he rubbed it. He held her with a firm arm across her upper body, his unoccupied hand abandoning its attention against her breast in favor of seeking out the treasure that sat between his legs.

Sensing his destination, she thrashed against him in protest, his fingers tickling against her flexing belly as he descended lower. She felt his fingers at her inner thigh, prying her legs apart to grant him access to her most intimate place.

"Open for me…" He growled in command against the hollow of her neck, applying pressure to her inner thigh to get her to spread her thighs for him. "You wanted this, remember? You wanted to see the pirate…" He snarled impatiently.

She felt her resolve crumbling at the dauntingly husky tone of his voice. She clinched her thighs together in an attempt to keep his touch at bay as a fresh wave of moisture left her body under his adamant assault of her pleasure.

"Open for me, love." He cupped her in his hand, rubbing the heel of his palm against her mound. "Let go." He urged again as he rolled his hips against her ass teasingly. "Let me feel what I do to you."

Emma gripped the forearm holding her against him, her eyes screwed shut as taunted her, his fingers curving between her thighs. She breathed out, spreading her thighs instinctively to accommodate his probing fingers as they glided against her wet flesh.

"That's it." He commended, rewarding her compliance when he slipped a single finger inside her warm depths, the contact earning him a mewl of pleasure. He felt her sag against him, submitting to his ministrations as he plunged his finger into her slowly, stretching her as she eagerly soaked his finger.

She bit back a moan that threatened to release itself, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on her body. She trembled against him, bucking instinctively as he curved his finger inside her, stroking her as he added a second finger to the mix.

He doubled his efforts, coaxing her name from her lips, the metal of his rings brushing her sensitive flesh as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tightness. He reveled in the heady moans he elicited from her as he sunk his fingers inside her, delighting in the moisture he pulled from her body. "You are soaked…" He murmured hotly. "Just look at yourself…"

Emma whimpered at the push and pull of his fingers driving in and out of her, the sensation he was making against her flesh sending her into a wet quivering mess.

"I said look." He gritted out in a harsh demand, grabbing a fist full of her hair and dragging her head down so she could see him slipping in and out of her cunt.

She strained against him, crying as she fell back against him as her body quivered under his movements against her.

"Watch me disappear inside you." He commanded, rocking against her in time with his thrusts inside her. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her, drawing himself in and out of her naked flesh until he felt her quake violently underneath him. "Fuck." He hissed as her walls gripped around his fingers tightly.

"Killian!" She screamed out, fucking herself against him as her orgasm crashed over her, her entire body singing his praise as she came. She panted hard as he worked her through her high, unrelenting until her body elected to calm itself for him.

As the last vestiges of her orgasm were seized from her body, he pulled back on her hair, her curls wound around his wrist using it to maneuver her to the bed. She landed on her belly, her ass hanging in the air off the bed, held down with a firm hand to her back as his other hand worked himself free from his leather pants.

"Killian, please." She pleaded helplessly as he took himself in his hand and began stroking himself in earnest.

"You wanted the pirate to come out." He dug his palm into the skin of her back roughly, twisting his hand as she cried. "You want this pirate's cock filling you deep inside. Do you want to feel my release dripping down your thighs as it seeps out your hot cunt? Is that what you want?"

Her cheek dug into the bed, her arms flailing against the linens as he positioned himself against her entrance. "Killian!" She begged desperately, fisting the sheets, trying to buck him off of her. "Killian!" She wailed as the head of his cock slipped inside her.

He let out a groan of approval as he sank himself deeper, her walls hugging him deliciously and swallowing around him.

She moaned at how full she felt in this position and buried her head into the bed to stifle her cries of pleasure. This position wasn't as intimate as the last ones he had taken her with. There was something impersonal about it and she found herself mourning the loss of his tender touch. Her body craved him — of that she had no doubt but his ornate need to prove himself was almost too much to bear.

"Killian…" She reached blindly for his hand, which was currently perched at her hips as he drove himself forward, his hips snapping wildly against her.

He paused at the sound of his name on her lips, her voice seemingly pulling him from his violent revere. He looked down to where he was joined with her, his heart clenching as he withdrew himself from her. His face was riddled with guilt as she managed to roll herself onto her back, her hand still gripping his tightly.

She scooted herself toward the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the edge and she tilted her pelvis up toward him, wriggling desperately for him to ease the growing ache between her thighs. She hooked her legs over his waist, dragging his body toward hers in a silent plea to once again be joined with him.

His eyebrows knitted together, stunned by the boldness of her request. He felt the warmth of her palm sliding against his chest and he reached out, covering it with his own. He bent forward, covering her body with his own and pressing his lips against hers, his hand drifting from hers to stroke her face.

Emma returned his kiss in kind, her lips brushing sensually against his as she rocked against him with urgency.

Without breaking the kiss, he gripped his cock and slowly slid himself inside her. She gasped into his mouth at the feel of him pressing into her slowly. She reached out, gripping the chain swinging from his neck, dragging his lips across hers as she thrust forward, setting a gentle languid pace.

He was positively throbbing inside of her, her walls constricting around him as he felt her thrust back against him. His lips massaged hers, a look of torment creasing his face as he rocked steadily against her. The sensations rolling through him were indescribable, intoxicating to behold as the fire of being nestled snugly inside her consumed him.

Her fingers threaded in the hair at the back of his neck, her fingernails scraping against his neck as she worked her mouth over his, enjoying the drag and push of him inside her.

His face wrinkled with the strain at the affectionate way she encouraged his movements against her. What was this woman doing to him? He drew his hand over the skin of her leg as he pumped himself inside her, his lips tingling against hers as he slanted his mouth over hers.

"Killian…" He could taste her name on his lips as he drove his hips forward, her body engulfing him fully with every downward thrust. The corded muscles of his back flexed and coiled as he rolled against her, the mind numbing pleasure building inside him.

She parted her lips, dragging them away from him so she could lift his head, looking him deeply in his icy blue depths. She captured his face in her hand, searching his face with her own. "It's okay." She stroked his face with her thumb.

He lost himself in her hazy emerald stare, her eyes shining up at him with something pure and captivating as she coaxed the orgasm from his body. He lost himself inside of her, diving in and out as he emptied himself hotly inside her warmth.

"Killian." Her name fell breathily from her lips as she panted hard, rolling her hips until she was falling, her pleasure cresting and reaching its peak. She felt like she was drowning in her pleasure, her entire body reaching out to quench her desire for him. She cried out, holding him close to her body, refusing to let go as she continued to ride out her high.

She sobbed against his chest as the intensity of her orgasm slowed and the aftershocks calmed. She clutched at his back desperately, feeling the crushing weight of his warm body covering her like a second skin.

He sagged against her, his eyes fluttering open, suddenly aware of the dangerous emotional exchange that had just occurred between them. He detached himself from her with a grunt, drawing his softening cock from her and getting up off the bed to store it back into his pants.

Emma raised herself up from the bed, resting on her elbows as she watched tie the laces of his pants without as much as a noise. "Killian?" She breathed out with a heavy sigh, her eyes watering as he refused to acknowledge her. She could feel him seeping down her thighs, his essence rolling hot and sticky down her legs and she closed her eyes at the familiar sensation. "Killian, look at me. Please." She desperately tried to reach him, but his eyes were solely focused on righting himself, that's when she realized that he was intending to stay with her.

He needed to get out of here. Get out of this room and distance himself from her and the emotions and feelings he was provoking from him. He didn't want it. He didn't need it. He was a creature of habit and he would be hell bent to allow a woman to change that.

"Where are you going?" She asked, trying to hold back her tears.

"I need a drink (or several drinks)." He provided dryly, turning away from her and strolling toward the door, not bothering to mutter another word to her in fear that it would betray his thoughts and feelings toward what had just occurred between them. There were no words that came to mind to describe what he was feeling, but he did know one feeling he could wrap his mind around — the feeling of the spicy scorch of rum burning his throat as it traveled down his esophagus and right now he was in desperate need to lose himself to it.

"Killian wait—" She called after him frantically to no avail — the door slamming behind him. Her face fell, her lower lip trembling as a few tears slipped from her defences, sliding down her face. She rolled over, crushing her face into the bedspread, her shoulders shaking as she wept.

AN- So I was fighting a war with my muse and my muse won but then thanks to Hallie I ended up with this pirate/making love hybrid type thing. So if you like it she is the one to thank for it. I didn't want him to be rough with her. I didn't want to write dub-con and my muse is a heartless bitch but if we scare her she won't write anymore so just her do what she wants so I can supply you all with the things. Also don't kill me for this chapter. It wasn't even supposed to end this way but alas muse had other plans. Deal with it. Love you guys! See you next time!