AN- Freaking mother fucking shit cunt of a muse wanted this unplanned chapter rather than the heart wrenching plot I planned for. FUCK THAT BITCH! But my pain is your pleasure. Have a butt fuck of smut with your feels and the lead up to her being returned to her parents. Also this chapter is much shorter in comparison to the last few I've posted but the next one will be a long one so get ready for that and the pain. SO MUCH PAIN!
Dashing Pirate Rescue
Chapter Fourteen
Seven Years Ago…
"Make a wish sweetheart." Snow smiled down at her daughter, her husband's arm wrapped around her as they watched her lean in to blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
"Make it a good one." Her father reminded her with a tilt of her head.
Emma turned around and smiled in annoyance at her father's comment. "Dad…" She groaned. "Just let me concentrate…" She insisted.
David threw up his arm in surrender, relenting to her request.
The locket around her neck — an early birthday present gifted from her parents, dangled over the large two tiered cake that rested on the table in the grand dining room as she leaned over. She placed her palm against it, holding it against her chest to avoid it being set on fire by the excessive and unnecessary amount of candles spread across the cake.
She looked over her shoulder, a grin spread across her face as her parent's nodded encouragingly. Turning her attention back to the cake in front of her, she closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on what she was going to wish for.
When it came to mind, she pushed her cheeks together, gathering the air in her lungs in preparation to blow them out when there was a strong gust of wind that swept through the hall.
The wind howled ominously, extinguishing the candles and the lamp lights — plunging the castle into darkness. Confused screams emanated throughout the castle and the sun that had risen to its highest point in the sky, shining its rays through the window had been replaced by a thick grey fog that encompassed the outside of the castle.
"What's going on?" Emma yelled over the sound of the whistling wind, the gusts blowing through her long blonde hair. Placing her arm against her forehead, she backed up slowly, her dress billowing out around her.
Snow tucked her head into David's chest, his hand cupping the back of her head protectively while his other hand reached to seize his daughter.
A loud thunderous rumbling echoed around them as the floor began to shake, and they wobbled on unsteady feet. The castle walls trembled violently, sending paintings crashing to the ground, china and crystal imploded, sending shards of glass scattering through the air as the wind swirled around them. The silver rattled off the table, clattering to the floor while the curtains rippled with the brutal gusts. The crystal chandelier above them rocked from side to side, and the limbs of the tables and chairs vibrated, the wood cracking against the strain of the wind as the windows shattered to pieces.
Snow and David ducked toward the ground to avoid the objects flying about the room chaotically. "Emma!" Snow cried out desperately, her voice pained as she struggled against her husband.
"Mom! Dad!" Emma screamed, averting her gaze as the room began to spin, a spiraling vortex sucking them into its crippling hold.
The twelve year-old princess fell to the floor, pressing her palms to her ears against the barrage of angry noises pulsing through her. Emma screamed, a shrill sound piercing the hearts of her parents as she was knocked forward and dragged by an invisible force.
"Emma!" They cried out in unison as Snow tried to tear herself away from her husband, but the wind kept them separated. Snow threw herself to the ground, clawing against the floor to reach her child.
Snow's vision narrowed as she wailed, tears burning her eyes at her desperate attempt to get to her daughter. The last thing she heard was her daughter's helpless cries as she was pulled through a set of doors at the end of the hall.
The breeze discontinued its assault upon the deafening sounds of the door slamming shut. Snow stilled on the floor, her eyes closing as tears streamed down her cheeks. "No-ho-ho-o." She sobbed, her face wrinkling as her shoulders shook with the force of her cries. Snow howled, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to breathe.
David ran to his wife, sinking down to his knees as he looked ahead at the door, which had caved in on itself barring them from passing through it.
"Sir!" One of his knights placed his hand to grasp his arm. "Sir, we have to go. NOW!" He insisted, tugging him back to no avail. "Your highness, the castle walls have fallen. We are defenseless."
David's eyes closed as silent tears rolled down his cheeks as his wife trembled underneath him, screaming with all the breath she had left in her lungs. There was nothing to drown out the sound of her cries that stabbed like a knife through his chest.
"Sir! Please!" The man insisted, a hand placed on the hilt of his sword.
The ground began to shake beneath them, a steady and demanding pounding moving toward the door in front of them. There was a dangerous inhuman shriek and a roar before the sound of crackling embers and deadly screams of those around whatever monster tried to escape.
David's eyes widened in panic and he placed his hands around his wife, hauling her up from the floor as she flailed against him.
"No. No. Not without my child!" She whined, reaching out to the doors, smoke beginning to flow through the gaps in the wood. "Please! Please!" She moaned, leaning forward as her legs gave out underneath her.
David turned her around in his arms, his hands cupping her cheeks, looking at her with red-rimmed eyes. "I know. I know." He acknowledged, his lips quivering in anguish. "Snow, we have to go. We can't help her if we're dead."
"David, please." She whimpered. "I can't. I can't." Snow shook her head. "Please, I can't live without her." She pleaded.
David pulled her in, dragging her to his chest as she convulsed in his arms. He looked over at the knight, gesturing for him to intervene as a sob caught in his throat.
The knight rounded them and plucked Snow from David's arms. "No! No! Noooooooo!" She panted, flinging herself against the man as he dragged her toward the broken window.
David glanced back at the crumbling door, embers licking at the wood as the door began to disintegrate. There was a loud knocking against the walls as the creature breached through them, rubble falling from the ceiling as a few pillars snapped.
His eyes widened in horror, fear striking through him with one thought on his mind — his daughter. "Don't worry Emma. We will find you. We will always find you." He vowed before whirling around, sprinting toward the open window as the flames shot out behind him.
David buried his head into his chest as he crashed through the window, tumbling to secure his landing. Coughing, he turned onto his back, resting on his elbows as he stared at the crumbling castle, flames and black plumes of smoke dancing in the cloudless sky.
"Sir." The knight approached him, extending his hand to help him up.
David accepted his hand and was quickly ushered from the castle grounds along with his wife. They had managed to escape — but at a great cost. The horrid smell of burning flesh hung heavy in the air, the smoke billowing out from the decaying castle as one of the sidecastles collapsed was the last thing he remembered and the thought had stayed with him for the last seven years.
Seven Years Later…
David stared out the window overlooking the courtyard blankly, far too lost in thought to register the faint approach of footsteps behind him.
"David?" He heard the sound of his wife's voice behind him.
He smiled softly on a sigh as he felt her arms wrap around him and she placed her head in the cradle of her neck. Turning his gaze back toward the window, he watched absentmindedly as the birds fluttered in the fountain as it spurted water at varying heights until it was sucked down to begin again. Beyond the courtyard was a small hedge maze leading out into a sprawling garden filled with pink and white heraldic roses among other elegant blooms befitting the royals that lived inside the castle's walls.
The entire palace was covered in ivy that climbed the walls and stretched around the windows like armor, warding off any who wished to enter its hallowed halls. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the vines hugging the windows and breaching the balcony above the east wing of the castle. The orange blossoms on their limbs had already begun to spring up from the recent rainfall and he relinquished a wistful sigh at their presence.
His eyes followed the maze, looking at the large stone structure on the other side. The gazebo spanned a small corner of the garden and was outfitted with a stone bench that served but a single purpose — a memoriam for their lost child.
He didn't know where she was or if she was still alive. He knew nothing and that perturbed him to no end. It was agonizing to contemplate or even envision a life before the one he knew now. It was like life had carried on without her even though his heart never healed from that day seven years ago. His face fell solemnly, his shoulders sagging against the memories that assaulted his mind.
"I can hear you thinking from over here." Snow murmured quietly as David covered her hand with his own.
"I don't know Snow." He shook his head warily before whirling around to face her and taking her hands in his. "You know I'm not one to lose hope but it's been seven years…"
Snow softed her expression sympathetically, taking his face in her hand to reassure him. "Look at me." She urged him sincerely.
David turned his head up toward her, looking deeply into the green pools of her eyes that shined with longing.
"She's going to come back to us." She told him assertively. "I know it. I just know it. And when she does, we can be a family again."
David exhaled, never able to doubt his wife's unwavering faith. "I love you." He searched her face, mapping out the delicate pale features of her face as he smiled reverently. "I love you so much."
Snow nuzzled her cheek against his, her head canting to fuse their lips together when a voice broke them from their embrace.
"My apologies your highnesses, but I have some urgent news." A member of the royal guard approached them, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he came to stand before them. "There are reports that an unknown ship has docked in the harbor in the next town over." He conveyed the message, bowing his head and swallowing thickly before relaying the rest of the report.
Snow and David exchanged expectant looks as David pulled her closer into his side.
"There are murmurs that there is a young woman aboard the ship." He continued, skipping a breath as he spoke.
"David—" Snow gasped, lacing her fingers into his protective grasp. She felt his hand squeeze hers desperately as they waited with baited breath.
"Is it her?" David whispered hesitantly, fearing that his wife wouldn't be able to handle another false alarm.
"We haven't been able to confirm yet, but it would appear to be that the lost princess has finally returned." He believed.
"Snow." He said breathlessly, crushing her against his body as his fingers weaved themselves through her raven colored hair. He held her against him, swaying slightly as her body trembled against his, wrecked with her sobs.
Snow managed to retract herself from her husband, staring deeply into his eyes, which shone with unshed tears. "Let's go get our daughter." She laughed sharply through her bittersweet tears.
David smiled brightly down at her and used his thumb to wipe the moisture from the rims of her eyes. He turned toward the guard, sniveling softly. "Well? What are we waiting for? Saddle up the horses…"
"Sir…" He gulped. "There is something you should know… she is accompanied by pirates."
"Land Ho!" One of the crewmen cried out, spotting the large landmass in the distance from the view behind the spyglass sitting in the crow's nest.
Killian looked up, casting his eyes out over the horizon before him as he steered the ship at a comfortable pace toward their destination. His heart skipped a beat in recognition, his adam's apple bobbing apprehensively in his throat in recognition. He tilted his head, the sea breeze carrying up from the waves beneath them to brush through his dark hair.
He looked out at the port side, turning a few notches in that direction as the sails overhead flapped listlessly in the wind. "Raise the mainsail." Killian directed the sailing crew. Raising his head, he could see the white sail being lifted, rolled, and secured to the yard of the mainmast.
The ship glided against the gently rocking waves, naturally carrying itself toward the port at the behest of the ship's captain. He narrowed his gaze at the steadily approaching port town, regarding precariously. He clenched his hand against one of the notches in the wheel, his ringed fingers curling around the rounded rung while his other hand loosely sought out its equidistant neighbor.
Despite his trepidation for what awaited them once they docked, he continued to maneuver the ship closer, letting the waves gently bring them into shore. He steered the ship with subtle and precise movements, his hands loose on the wheel's navigation. "Reef the remaining sails, we are bringing her into the harbor." Killian barked out to the sounds of his crewmen clamoring about to adjust the rigging accordingly.
Killian eased the ship into the harbor with a grunt of exertion and concentration, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he turned the wheel sharply. The ship groaned with the effort conducted by its master while the other's busied themselves on the main deck to coordinate the ship's mooring.
He stepped back on shaky limbs as the ship jerked slightly under his command and began to sway in the gentle tide moving against the docks. "Master sailor, lower anchor." Killian ordered, curling and unfurling his grip on the wheel as he oversaw the final stages of the ship's docking.
"Is this it?" Madden approached him from behind, coming to stand a comfortable distance from his shoulder to take in the view before him.
"Aye. Ibbaros." Killian confirmed with a firm nod of his head.
"It's quite…" Madden tilted his head curiously. "Quaint?" He shrugged his shoulders. "It isn't often we find ourselves in a port such as this."
"We won't be here long." Killian looked over his shoulder at him in reassurance. "We are going to get what we came here for and be on our way." He said emotionlessly as the ship's wheel shifted slightly in his hands.
"Uhm, captain?" Madden gestured to the docks below and cringed at the sight of the display of force gathered at the entrance to the docks, flanked by its harbor master.
Killian craned his neck to peer down below, following Madden's gaze to the armed cavalry guarding the port and preventing them from entering the kingdom. "That is quite the welcoming committee." He tilted his head nonchalantly with a smug enticing grin.
"Shall I arm the men?" Madden shot him an expectant look.
"That won't be necessary." Killian told him with a discerning shake of his head. He stepped out from behind the helm and strode over to where Madden was leaning over the starboard side of the ship.
Killian clapped him on the back, raising an amused brow at the sight below. "Allow me to thank them for their gracious hospitality personally." He chuckled eagerly as Madden gave him an impish smile. "It is the least I can do." He volunteered in mock sincerity as he rounded him and took off toward the opening of the ship.
"Go easy on them." Madden called out behind him, shaking his head slightly prompting the pirate captain to wave him off in acknowledgement.
"Lower the gangplank." Killian instructed, beckoning them with the crook of his fingers with his foot perched along the edge as he glared down at his rapt audience intently. "Allow me to greet our guests properly."
Once the gangplank hit the dock, Killian sauntered down the steep decline with an aurora of exuberant arrogance. Cocking his head to the side, he smirked conspicuously, a promising brow raised as he reached the bottom.
"You are trespassing in the waters of the kingdom of Ibbaros. Any form of piracy is considered treasonous against the crown and as such is a crime punishable by death by hanging." The leader of the armed force informed him.
Killian flashed them a cocky smile as two of the armed men rounded him and seized him by the arms. "Now. Now. Is that how you treat an esteemed guest?" He taunted smugly. "What would King David and Queen Snow think if they knew you manhandled the one person standing between them and their lovely daughter?" He licked his lips vulgarly.
He fumed as he was jerked in their hold. "Easy, mate." The ship's captain warned with a fearsome scowl.
"What do you know of the Princess Emma?" The man in front of him demanded.
"A great deal, I assure you." He leaned forward as much as his captors would allow and gave the man in front of him a subtle wink. "Are we quite done with the theatrics? I do have some urgent business to tend to." He mocked impatience. "Or if you'd rather I can give the signal and we can leave taking the precious cargo along with us. What's it going to be?"
The man's lips curled in frustration and his nostrils flared in indignation. "Fine." He relented sharply.
"If we are indeed finished, I'd thank you kindly to take your hands off me unless you'd care to lose them and I can assure you I would take great pleasure in divesting you of the appendages you use to fuck yourselves with." Killian mused with a faint laugh that earned him a swift and firm slap across the face.
His head snapped to the side and he gave a thin spirited grin as he raised his chin in defiance.
"Watch your tongue, pirate." He spat in warning, poking his finger into Killian's chest while looking at him with unconcealed distain.
They released him from his hold and Killian jerked himself away with a tense grunt. "I appreciate the hospitality, mate." Killian muttered.
"Just hand over the princess and you can go on your way without our interference." The man told him gruffly.
Killian parted his mouth slightly, his tongue jabbing his cheek as he scratched behind his ear and shook his head. "I'm afraid that isn't going to bloody happen." He stepped forward, raising his hand flamboyantly as he spoke. "You see, I was promised a very handsome reward for her safe return and I expect to be compensated as such."
The man puffed out his chest and released a sharp exhale at the mention of the reward. "You will get your reward." He grumbled.
"No, I think you misunderstand me." Killian aggressed with a tilt of his head. "I will be escorting the young woman safely to her parents myself."
"And just who are you to make such a proposition?" The man scoffed in offense.
"Captain Killian Jones." Killian smirked obnoxiously and lowered himself into a slight bow.
"We don't take too kindly to demands captain." He retorted. "Besides, what is to prevent us from taking her from you and return her back to the palace ourselves?"
Pressing his lips together, he wrinkled his face in mirth and brushed the pad of his thumb across his lips auspiciously. "Then I suppose you will have to tell dear mommy and daddy Nolan that she was killed by a pirate because you were too proud to negotiate for her safe return."
"You wouldn't dare—"
"Wouldn't I? As you said before I am a pirate." He provided casually. "If her life is worth anything to you then you will do best to not cross me unless you think me a liar and wish to test the theory." Killian suggested in dangerous challenge. "I hope you fancy yourself a gambling man because I don't lose."
The man seethed in anger, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly at the audacity of the pirate. "Tell King David and Queen Snow that their daughter has returned." He turned his head toward his shoulder to bark out the order.
"That's more like it." Killian waved his hand dramatically as he stepped forward on his heel. "See? I knew you were a reasonable man." He observed, arching his eyebrows. "Now, I would like to remind you once again what kind of man I am in case you had any doubts." He learned forward, meeting the man's cold stare. "I'm not the sort that makes idle threats, so I as much as hear a rustling in the trees I will not hesitate to end her life. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Nod your head so I know you understand."
The man growled inwardly but nodded his head in reply.
Killian shifted his eyes, reading the man's expression as a satisfied smirk split his face. "Wise decision." He gave him a singular nod and leaned backward, holding himself erect in front of them. "You've all been quite accommodating thus far." He observed incredulously. "And if it isn't too much trouble, might you provide me with a horse?"
Below deck, Emma peered out through the large windows at the stern of the ship. With hands perched along the windowsill, she looked out at the foreign land before her. The was nothing recognizable or familiar about the small kingdom that her parents had chosen to retreat to after the castle fell.
There was a light rap of knuckles at the door and she turned her head to the source. She was startled to see him standing in the doorway. He appeared the same as always — clad in black leather from head to toe save the pop of red lining his chest, his head held confidently on his shoulders, and his disarming stance meant to keep people at a distance. However, there was something slightly off in his doleful expression.
She blinked in recognition, registering the melancholy behind the hypnotic blues of his eyes. He approached her slowly, carrying himself with a stilted swagger before stopping short from where she was standing.
She closed her eyes at his proximity to her and averted her gaze. "I suppose you are here to collect me?" She drew in a ragged breath, her voice shaky as her hand drifted from its hold against the windowsill.
"Aye." He affirmed breathily; his brow furrowed.
"And I guess…" She swallowed the mild ache in her throat. "I guess this means you haven't changed your mind?" She wondered, her voice choked and raspy.
Killian bowed his head, inhaling sharply as he winced painfully. "I'm sorry." He whispered regretfully.
Emma nodded her head, chewing on her lower lip to keep her desolate cries at bay.
"This really is for the best, love." He took a tentative step toward her only to have her flinch away from him.
She turned her head toward him with mournful skepticism behind her emerald eyes. "Best for who?" She demanded softly, her lips downturned as tears brimmed her eyes.
"For both of us." He discerned grievously.
She scoffed scornfully at his reasoning, anger and hurt bubbling up inside her. "While you made your position on the matter quite clear, I believe I wasn't given the opportunity to do the same."
"Emma—" He opened his mouth to object.
"No." She snapped resiliently. "You don't know what the hell I want because you never asked me!" She yelled shrilly.
"I know what you want and it isn't something I am able to give." He countered, his voice rising slightly. "It does neither of us any good to reflect on something that never can be and never will be."
She closed the distance between them, her hand raised with the intent to strike him across the face but was caught off guard when he seized her wrist preventing her from carrying out her plan.
His face dropped in disappointment and he grimaced at her display of aggression, his ringed fingers gliding loosely against her arm.
"Get off me." She tried to jerk her hand from his grasp to little avail. "I said get off of me!" She screamed furiously when he turned her swiftly and hauled her back against his chest. "Get off of me!" She shrieked, pushing against his arms as she thrashed against him like a wild banshee.
"No." He grunted as she fought against him. "Not until you settle down." He insisted grimly, her resilience causing a sharp pain in his chest. "Please— You shouldn't be exerting yourself in your condition. Think of the child."
Emma arched forward, her mouth parting in a deafening wail at the mention of their unborn child residing in her womb. She went slack in his arms, her body wrecked by the force of her sobs and began to hyperventilate as she struggled to breathe.
He felt his blood run cold at the excruciating sounds that fell from her lips. He winced into her hair and slowly lowered them to the ground. Her head rolled onto his shoulder, her cries piercing the air around them. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that he was the cause of her pain and he tightened his arms around her wanting nothing more than to protect her from himself.
Sniffling, her hand drifted to the slight swell of her stomach and cradled her belly protectively as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Killian whispered softly into her hair to calm her as he held her in his arms, delicately brushing his knuckles against her skin. He trailed his fingertips along the length of her arm, rubbing them up and down until he reached the top of her hand and subconsciously covered it with his own.
His eyes widened in recognition at the feel of the slightly curved expanse of skin her hand rested upon. He gasped into her hair as her other hand joined the intimate embrace, encouraging the light reassuring touches to the life they had created together.
"Emma, I can't—" He begged her, his hand stretching instinctively to escape. "You and the babe deserve far more than I can give you." He urged desperately, his lips quivering in agony at his proximity to his child growing inside her. "Not this hollow shell of a man who is broken and empty inside."
"Please, understand." He pleaded, wallowing into her golden curls as she gently stroked her stomach. "You have to understand." He pleaded, his words falling on deaf ears. "I'm not good for you… I will destroy you… both of you." He beseeched her, her hand caressing his hand as she wept causing him unbearable torment. "You have to let me go. Please— you have to let me go." Killian felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him, his will power wavering.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the pain in her chest rolling through her body as she released his grip, allowing him enough room to slip his hand from hers. Her breath hitched in her throat at the loss of contact and she let a few errant tears streak her heated cheeks.
They stayed like that for a few minutes longer, just until her cries subsided and she was able to pull herself up from the floor with his help. Killian helped her to the bed, depositing her on top of it into a sitting position, her legs hanging off the side while he prepared a cool damp rag to wash her face with.
He gave her a tentative smile before seating himself next to her, their legs grazing one another's as he held the cloth to her face, silently asking for her permission.
She sniffled and nodded her head in reply. She flinched slightly as the cold rag made contact with her skin but soon let out a sigh of contentment as it began to wash tears from her face. Her eyes bore into his — noting the purse of his lips and the furrowing of his brow as he concentrated on the task at hand.
"How does that feel?" He asked, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on dabbing the dark red creases under her eyes.
"Better. Thank you." She answered sheepishly and arched her face into the cloth's invigorating touch.
He gave her a thin smile, his eyes flashing toward hers for a brief moment before moving them to watch himself dab the cloth into his forehead.
It was moments like these that caused her distress. She was constantly baffled by how someone can be so cruel and detached one second and then so attentive and tender the next. The man was a complete enigma that she had spent the last few months trying to unravel but his tough exterior was virtually impenetrable.
"Do you need help packing?" He asked, swiping the rag against her cheek in soothing circles.
"It still amazes me that I have anything to pack…" She remarked solemnly.
"Well, I purchased those things for you even though you didn't take full advantage of the undergarments I provided for you." He gave her a saucy smirk, trying to ease some of the tension between them.
However, she wasn't at all amused by the suggestive comment that was unapologetically Killian. "Maybe I should leave them for you seeing as how you are so attached to them." She remarked in jest, enjoying the expression of admiration for her biting words.
"No sense in keeping them if you barely wore them." He said wryly. "Normally when I keep such tokens of my sexual conquests it is to relive them and use them for my pleasure." He teased seductively.
"I'm afraid the only memento you've left me of our time together is the phantom of your touch… the ghost of your heady moans… the savage grip of you around my cock… the thrall of those beautiful pink lips… and the compulsory taste of you on my tongue." He groaned at the assault of the memories that flashed through his mind.
"And now I get to live with the satisfaction that I have broken you…" He swiped his thumb against her cheek, rubbing the metal of his ring against her skin. "Your body will ache for me and respond to no touch save my own. And there will be an agonizing longing that will never be fulfilled…"
She released a wistful sigh, her eyes darkening as her sex clenched with her desire for the images he was sparking in her mind. She felt something pull at her stomach and her eyes snapped open at the reminder that she wasn't leaving the Jolly Roger without taking a piece of him with her.
"It isn't an even trade, you know." She spoke, breaking him from his lustful thoughts. "I'm taking something far greater and more precious as a keepsake from our time together, unless you've already forgotten."
He dropped the rag from her face with an exasperated sigh and hunched his shoulders. "We should go." He suggested, quickly changing the subject. "Let's not keep your parents waiting, shall we?" He stood from the bed with an uneasy smile and extended his hand for hers to take.
She let out a shaky breath, her eyes darting from the ambivalent expression in his glassy eyes to the defined lines in his outstretched palm, his ringed fingers twitching slightly in mild impatience. She reluctantly placed her hand in his, her skin alight with the warmth of his touch as he twined their fingers together so that he could lift her off the bed.
She stumbled into his arms, landing with both of her palms pressed against his chest to keep herself from falling. She felt his arms wrap around her waist to catch her with his keen reflexes. She peered up at him, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the conflicted longing in his eyes — the urge to kiss him insufferable.
She swayed slightly against him, curling her fingers around the opening of his leather coat as she was emotionally stripped by the unsated hunger dancing in his heated expression. She sighed sharply, lifting herself up on her toes to reach his forehead and fused it with her own. Whimpering desperately, she nuzzled his neck, filling her lungs with his endearing scent, silently memorizing each individual note of his musk so that it wouldn't fade from memory.
"Emma—" He breathed out, cupping the back of her head as he swallowed thickly. "Emma, we really ought to go…"
"Please—" She whined into his neck, tightening her grip on his coat.
"Darling I can't — we can't." He shook his head fervently as his hands slid down her back, his fingertips lightly raking down her spine, which was clothed in her thin sheath.
She spread her hands across his chest, skimming underneath the leather at his shoulders and began to shuck the coat from his back.
"Emma—" He warned torturously, his resolve slowly crumbling at her need for him. How could he deny her body of anything? Not when her touch was burning him alive nor her desperate pleas with him to make her whole. The second his coat hit the floor, the damn broke inside him and he knew that if he didn't have her the temptation would eat him alive.
Heart thundering in his chest, the sound a deafening roar in his ears, he hooked his arms underneath her knees and lifted her off the ground. Her legs wound themselves around his hips and her arms circled her back as he held the back of her head to brush his lips with hers.
Emma gasped into his mouth, her nails scraping against his scalp as she pushed her lips into the soft demand of his kiss. Her lips moved against his with a keen fervor that made her melt into his hold — yielding her body to his command. She arched herself against him, chasing down his kiss like her life depended on it. Hoisting herself up slightly, she brought herself back down with a roll of her hips eliciting a hiss from his throat that she greedily swallowed.
Without breaking the kiss, he slowly walked them backward to the bed and lowered her on top of it, her legs spread shoulder width apart and her feet firmly planted on the floor beneath them. He brought his hand down against the opening of her shift and drew his fingers across the length of her body in a sensual slowness as she writhed beneath him.
He dropped to his knees before her, placing himself in the cradle of her thighs and curled his fingers around the hem of her dress and began to roll it up her body, reveling in each inch of newly exposed skin. Her hand dropped to his shoulder, using it to gently lift herself from the bed so that he could push the material above her chest.
Standing to his feet, he gazed down at her appreciatively, his eyes raking over every curve of her glorious body, including those that were beginning to expand with the life growing inside her. He tore at the buttons on his waistcoat, nearly afraid of ripping them in his haste to feel her skin against his. Shoving the last button from its hole he bent forward, sweeping his lips against hers with in a fiery kiss, teeming to the brim with the promise of release.
She whimpered at the loss of his lips so he could remove his vest and untuck the shirt from his leather trousers. The muscles in his back coiled as he reached behind him and fisted the back of his shirt to pull it across his body and over his head.
Her mouth went slack, running her hand through her hair as she inhaled at the sight of his naked chest — his muscles rippling with undue power and exerting a raw and dangerous sex appeal that made her mouth go dry. She roamed over the expanse of his chest appreciatively, her own rising and falling raggedly as she took in the dark silky curls lining his chest, the charms of his necklace dangling against his breast.
He steadfastly unlaced his pants and was already in the process of dragging them down his hips when he heard Emma cry out. The sound drew his immediate attention and his mouth went slack, a low moan breaking from his mouth at the sight of her fucking herself.
Killian ran his fingers through his hair, unable to tear his eyes away from the obscene display before him. She squirmed against the bed, her knees bent against her chest as she worked her greedy fingers in and out of herself. He was lost, transfixed in awe as she pulsed her fingers inside herself, her thighs shaking as she whined and stretched her limbs against the sheets.
She was so tightly wound that she feared she would break, she felt the tension in her belly coal as she rode her fingers, her hips bucking back against every penetrating stroke of her wrist. A chorus of moans slipped from her lips as she twisted, clenching her thighs together while she ravished herself. She was working herself up, fucking herself with abandon as he watched under his hooded eyes.
She was already shaking viscerally when he stepped out of his leather pants and kicked them absentmindedly to the side with his foot. Leaning over the bed, he hovered above her, completely enraptured in her pleasure. "Fuck, lass. You were positively starving… just look at you." He admired in a low rasp, watching her fingers disappear inside herself.
Whining for more, she thrust against her fingers, pumping them in and out as his fingers brushed her hand encouragingly. "You are ridiculously soaked and I have barely touched you." He murmured huskily.
Her mouth parted, her body wrecked with pleasurable sobs as his fingers gently grazed her clit. "I'm gonna—"
"Already?" He released a slightly amused chuckle, his eyes cloudy with his desire for her. Brushing her hair with his thumb and holding silent vigil over her as she took herself, he cocked his head to the side, watching her with fascination at her body's response to her attentions.
"Sensitive—" She gasped before biting down hard on her lower lip to keep from screaming out as she shattered.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful." He gazed down at her rapturously as she fell apart, driving her fingers inside herself to ride wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Gently lifting her fingers from her glistening depths, he captured her wrist and plopped her fingers between his lips, moaning around them — the euphoric taste of her exploding on his tongue whilst he suckled.
She was panting by the time she came to, her eyes adjusting back to the world around her when they locked onto his. Lowering her eyes, she moaned as he ran his fist languidly over his shaft. Her body was trembling with anticipation, the ache gnawing at her — begging him for reprieve.
"Gods, I bet I could get you to come again with just a few strokes of my cock inside that wet greedy cunt of yours." He growled, throwing his head back as he thrust himself into his tight grip.
She keened at the implication of his words, her sex tightening, her clit throbbing in need as she reached helplessly for him.
"Is this what you want?" He raised a suggestive eyebrow, looking down at his hand around his swollen cock then back to her to gauge her reaction.
She nodded her head fervently, wrapping her legs around him to draw him closer to where she needed him most.
"So impatient." He teased, his free hand gliding lightly against her inner thigh, his fingertips ghosting against her skin.
She hummed at the sensation of his fingertips against her thigh, his movements taunting her. Tossing her head from side to side, she whined impatiently. "Please—"
Killian leaned forward, the head of his cock prodding her entrance and slipping between her sodden folds. "So wet for me…" He husked, brushing the pad of his thumb along the curve of her lips.
Seizing the chain dangling between them, she yanked it forward and crushed her lips to his. She mewled against his lips, grinding herself against him in earnest. She slanted her lips against his, canting her head to deepen the kiss.
He smirked mischievously against her lips as his hand slipped down between them. Wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, his thumb circling the tip of himself before lining himself up. His lips slid from hers, trailing against her jaw in worshipful adoration. His hand curled around the sheets beside them for purchase and thrust forward, burying himself inside her.
Bowing off the bed, she gasped at the welcomed intrusion and twisted her pelvis toward him to pull him deeper inside. She rocked forward instinctually, urging him to move but she was helpless against the sensation of his warm breath against her skin as he murmured hotly against her skin.
She clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he peppered kisses along her shoulder. He hissed, the sound vibrating against her skin. He slithered down her skin, his jaw scraping against her skin upon his descent.
Standing between her legs with a slight bend in his knee, his fingers roamed the length of her leg until he reached her calf. Taking it in hand, he hitched it over his shoulder and placed a lingering kiss to her leg before withdrawing himself until only the tip remained and then slammed back inside with a grunt.
She threw her head back, sobbing as he filled her deeply while canting her hips toward him for more. Using his grip on her leg, he propelled himself forward, angling his hips to meet her thrust for thrust. He watched entranced as he disappeared inside of her, his cock dragging against her innermost walls.
Every stroke of his cock inside of her was deliberate, punishing even as he ventured to extract every ounce of pleasure from her body. His heated stare penetrated her, his eyes shining with desire as he snapped his hips vigorously against hers. The erotic sounds tumbling from her lips at each spurred his movements against her.
She fucked against him with a desperate and unyielding hunger, her body enveloping him and refusing to let go. "Killian…" She whimpered an urgent warning as she grinded herself against him. She was damn near frantic, the delicious tension coiling in her belly as her sex fluttered around him, her orgasm crashing over her.
"That's it." He encouraged, pumping himself in and out of her tight heat while she lost herself in the throes of her pleasure. He could feel her thighs clamp down around him while she rode out wave after wave of her climax.
Watching her fall apart around him felt like a sensual indulgence — a heady addiction of carnal desire he couldn't get enough of. "You feel fucking incredible around me." He murmured shamelessly as he continued to steadily rock against her. He drove himself forward, penetrating her deeply as she came down from her high.
She wriggled listlessly underneath him, pushing more of him inside of her. Arching her back, she surged forward, impaling herself on his rigid length. She cried out with every thrust, their hips sliding against one another as she pulled him inside herself.
"That's it. Take what you need." He groaned at the sight of her sinking around him, his words emboldening her ministrations. He allowed her to fuck herself against his cock, riding him enthusiastically.
He threw his head back at the sensation of her using him to pleasure herself. He was hypnotized by the way she drew him inside her depths, gripping him snugly. Tilting his head forward, he could see the tantalizing rapture as she absorbed his desire. He leaned forward slightly, bringing his hand to where they were joined and swept his thumb over her clit gently.
He teased her in slow methodical circles with the pad of his thumb, his movements against her working her up. "Are you going to come again for me?" He punctuated his words with every passing stroke of his finger, compelling her release.
She shuttered, offering herself up to his attentions prompting him to once again join her in her quest for satisfaction. He jerked himself forward, angling his hips to meet each and every one of her unwavering thrusts. She released a broken cry, crumbling around him and tumbling over the edge.
Doubling his efforts, he snapped his hips at a maddening pace, chasing down his own orgasm. The muscles in his back went rigid, his face contorting in tortuous pleasure as he surged forward and released himself inside of her. His hips stuttered, his cock twitching inside of her as her body wrenched every last drop of moisture from his body.
He peered up at her, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he viewed the flush of her cheeks and the look of satisfaction burning behind her green eyes. He slid out of her with a stilted exhale leaving an empty ache inside her in his haste to separate himself from her.
He fell forward, covering her with his body, bracing himself above her with a careful hand placed on either side of her head. He released a shaky breath and rolled his head toward her, his eyes scanning her face to see the longing in her expression — holding his gaze, her eyes clinging to his like a salvation.
She reached for his face, cupping it in her hand as she stroked it gingerly — the action far too familiar to his liking. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away from her to shield himself from the devout affectionate look in her eyes. "We should—" He spoke up, his voice strained as he pulled each syllable from his mouth.
She nodded with her chin in agreement and winced as he slowly pulled himself up.
He turned around, his eyes darting around the room to search for his discarded clothing and immediately began gathering it in his arms.
She laid there in contemplative silence, willing herself to move from the bed but felt far too shaken to extract herself from the mattress. She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall and wordlessly drew her dressing gown back down her body.
"Need a hand there, love?" He volunteered humorlessly as he pulled himself back into his leather trousers with a slight jump.
"No. I'll be fine…" She rebuffed his offer, staring up at the creaking lantern overhead. "I just need a moment." She said emotionlessly, her mind and body numb with grief as she slid a protective hand over her slowly expanding stomach.
The sound of rustling fabric filled the room around them as Killian tugged his shirt over his head. "I'm just going to—" He paused for a moment, collecting the words from his head. "I'll be outside waiting. If you need anything just give a shout."
She didn't mutter a single word to acknowledge that he had spoken, but he didn't need the confirmation that she had heard him — he already knew. She heard his departing footsteps and the sound of his untied laces dragging across the floor followed by the gentle hinges of the door as it shut behind him.
She had managed to pry herself from the bed several minutes later, loitering about the room as she slowly dressed herself and emerged from his cabin an hour later.
"You know it isn't nice to make a man wait." He remarked, rolling his eyes toward her whilst lounging against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "Come now, let's get a look." He said, shoving himself from the wall and turning to face her.
As she stepped out the shadows and into the faint glow of the lighting overhead lining the length of the hallway located underneath the ship's forecastle. His jaw went slack and he had to suck in a breath as he inspected her appearance starting from her feet and working his way up the rest of her body.
At her feet she wore a pair of brown boots that fastened around her ankles, which were hidden underneath a long deep cool blue hued linen skirt that fell just below her ankles. Trailing his eyes upward, he saw the curved hem of the dark grey leather doublet that encased the top portion of her body. The article of clothing was secured to her body by several brass buttons and the delicate off-white floral gossamer shirt peered out from underneath it. The ensemble was topped off with a brown belt sitting loosely at her waist. While the leather hugged and exaggerated her supple curves, it managed to conceal the secret she bared underneath her clothing.
"Well?" She swallowed hesitantly, waiting for his response.
"I've never seen you in a skirt before—" He noticed, gesturing to the outfit she wore. "Well— not since I rescued you from the tower." He amended, blinking slightly at the reminder. "You look great." He gave her his approval.
"I don't think my parents would have appreciated my showing up at the castle in traditional pirate garb." She told him dryly.
"No." He agreed, amused by her thought process. "I should think not." He shook his head, absolving himself from his own amusement as he scratched the back of his ear with his finger.
"Besides, squeezing into a leather corset as of late has proved to be a challenge under the circumstances." She noted.
He dropped his head at her words, the inconsiderate implications of his actions chewing him up inside. "I'm sorry…" He choked, squeezing his eyes shut painfully.
The two stood in the corridor silently for several seconds, an awkward silence filling up the surrounding area. Killian was the first to break the silence. "Allow me to help you with your bags." He offered, rocking back and forth on his back foot.
"Thank you." She whispered weakly, moving to the side to allow him passage back into the cabin to collect her meager belongings as she twisted the locket around her neck.
Grabbing her bags that were lined up against the wall of his quarters, he proceeded to carry them out from below the ship to the top deck as she followed behind him.
During her time onboard the Jolly Roger, she hadn't experienced much of what the top deck had to offer. He had objected to her presence above deeming it far too dangerous and that any possible injury would diminish her value. Looking back on it now given her current condition she was inclined to agree with him.
When the made it topside they were greeted by Mr. Smee, standing there blushing with his red cap against his chest — someone that she had grown quite found of during her short time onboard. Standing next to him was the considerably capable presence of non-other than the ship's quartermaster, Scott Madden, whom she thanked for his part in her daring rescue from her kidnappers.
"Mr. Smee." She smiled softly in acknowledgement. "Mr. Madden." She nodded curtly to the man who was shifting his stance from left to right, his hand tucked inside the belt residing at his hips.
"Your highness." Smee gave an ungraceful bow as Madden side-eyed her expectantly.
"Even though you caused us a great deal of trouble, I am remiss to see you leave us." He provided his sendoff in the only way he knew how.
"I appreciate the attempt." She responded, her forehead wrinkling cumbersomely. "I will miss you too and I can't thank you enough for—"
"Please." He waved his hands in dismissal. "That isn't necessary. I would lay my life down for Killian and I'd gather he'd do the same for me given the chance."
"Still—" She insisted vehemently. "You have my thanks."
"Smee, do me a service and load these onto the horse there." He held up the bags for him to take, gesturing with his chin to where the horse was hitched to wooden post at the entrance of the docks.
"Right away, sir." Smee accepted the bags and turned his head toward the princess. "It's been an absolute pleasure."
"Likewise, William." She smiled graciously.
"Emma—" He returned her warm expression in kind before turning around to take the bags down the gangplank.
"Captain, are you sure you don't want me to accompany you on the journey?" Madden asked, leaning inward and dropping his voice low enough so that only he could hear.
"No…" He told him, lifting his gaze to see Emma walking about the deck, looking out over the horizon. "This is something I must do on my own."
"Do I have reason to be concerned?" Madden asked implicitly, his brows knitted together.
Killian narrowed his gaze toward the woman, who was currently occupying herself by swinging back and forth, her hands curled around the railing as she soaked in the rays of the sun and the breeze rustling through her golden hair. "No." He replied deeply.
Smee bounded up the gangplank, a hand held on top of it to keep his signature red cap on top of his head. "The horse is settled and ready for your departure."
"Thank you, Mr. Smee." Killian nodded his appreciation before placing his hand on top of Emma's shoulder to herd her toward the gangplank. "Let the others know I will return soon enough with treasure in hand." He told his quartermaster.
Emma's face fell at his words, the profound impact of them shaking her to the core. This entire operation had hinged on this — handing over the person that boiled down to that of loot in the eyes of selfish pirate. She was but mere property to be gambled, bartered, and traded for a generous sum, and the idea hadn't been lost on her — she just needed reminding what this was all about and the thought was sobering to say the least.
"You'll do your best to run the ship in my stead…" Killian stressed the responsibility to his quartermaster.
"Of course." Madden affirmed without hesitation.
"Excellent." Killian nodded his approval before guiding Emma forward. "Come, lass," he encouraged.
Looking over her shoulder, she took one last glance around the floating stronghold that had served as her home for the last few weeks. Killian nudged her forward, breaking her from her trance as he unexpectedly pressed his hand into her shoulder blade and wound her hand behind her back.
"Wha—" Her eyes widened with fear as she wriggled against him. "What are you doing?" She demanded shrilly.
Lowering his lips to the shell of her ear, his breath ghosting her ear as he shushed her in assurance. "They need to know not to cross me. I wouldn't do this if it weren't absolutely necessary." He explained as he walked her down the gangplank.
Casting her gaze out, her eyebrows arched into her hairline at the force assembled across the edge of the docks below. She inhaled sharply as he brushed the curtain of her hair from her shoulder and murmured against her ear.
"Make it look good." He whispered deviantly against her skin, enjoying the way she shivered against him. Pressing his cheek possessively against the side of her head as he escorted her down the steep decline, he flashed the armed guard a menacing smirk. Without tearing his eyes from them, he opened his mouth against her ear vulgarly as she flinched against him.
He took great pride in his solicitation of the shock and disgust on their faces as he walked toward them, their beloved innocent princess being paraded about as a pirate's property. "Do you have any idea what them seeing you like this does to me?" He hissed into her ear. "It is taking all of my restraint to not lay you down on this dock and have my way with you."
She had to stifle a moan at the feel of his erection pressing against her back, his husky words buzzing around in her head. He maneuvered her past them, striding with a sinfully cocky swagger that made her clench her thighs together in desire.
Her legs were shaking uncontrollably by the time they made it to the horse and she was grateful when Killian scooped her into his arms and placed her on top of the horse. She adjusted herself on the saddle, scooting forward until her center brushed the pummel sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine.
Killian glared at them in warning, sending them a clear-cut message that if they intervened that he wouldn't hesitate to do what needed to be done to secure his prize. With one hand poised at the hilt of the sword hanging from his hips, he used his other to untie the horse. He scowled menacingly as he rounded the horse and reached out to take the support to hoist himself up to the footrests. Sweeping his leg over the horse, he positioned himself behind her and seized the reins.
He subtly rolled his hips against her backside, letting her feel every throbbing inch of his erection and taunting her with its existence. Wrapping his arm protectively around her chest, he hauled her against him with a strained groan. "Gods, I want to touch you so badly…" He husked against her ear.
"Killian…" She whimpered helplessly, wantonly rubbing herself against the pummel of the horse in search of relief.
"Ah-ah, darling. When you succumb to your pleasure it shall be by my hand." He curled his fingers lightly around her neck, brushing the metal of his rings against the column of her throat.
Emma gasped, squirming against him helplessly as he stroked her dangerously, the lingering threat that if he so chooses to he could snap her neck and two and she would cease to exist. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, arching into his touch as he chuckled mischievously at her impatience.
"You are so bloody gorgeous." He murmured auspiciously. "Hold on tight, love." He yanked the reins swiftly and commanded the horse to turn to face the armed soldiers directly.
Emma whimpered in his hold, her eyes screwed shut as he traced her jaw with his fingers, the metal of his rings scraping against her delicate skin.
"Say hello darling." He prompted encouragingly, his voice dripping with lust as he taunted his enemies. "Let them hear you." He laughed silently, his shoulders shaking in delight at the way she pretended to cower against him. There was a thin line between fear and desire — and right now he was steadily bridging the gap.
She released a feeble squeak for his benefit, and he felt his cock twitch at the delicious sound ringing through his ears. "You know the agreement." He barked devilishly as the horse trotted back and forth. "Provoke me at her peril." He snarled viciously, his voice marked by the commanding thrall of the intimidating pirate captain.
"Killian—" She chided softly as she reached behind her to palm the bulge in his pants.
He chewed on his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning but kept his composure despite her heedless and impetuous behavior.
"We have an accord pirate." The officer shouted a few feet away from them.
"See that we do or—" He titled his head and applied the barest amount of pressure to her throat, brushing his thumb against the neck. "Ha!" He exclaimed, striking his thighs against the horse to urge it to move.
Emma sagged against him, humming expectantly into his neck as he pushed the horse into a full gallop. "Killian…" She whined heatedly into his skin. She could feel the steady vibrations of the pummel rubbing against her needy sex spurred by the tantalizing rhythm of the horse's feet against the ground. "Killian, please—" She squirmed impulsively, bowing forward for more contact.
With eyes blown wide at her undignified moans as she rocked forward against the pummel shamelessly. Sensing her urgency, he gathered the reins in a single hand and stirred the horse while the other clawed at her skirts.
She was growing more impatient with every passing second and moved to aid him in bunching up her skirt so that it rested at her hips and exposed her to the gust of wind caused by the horse whipping through the trees.
She cried out when he drew his fingers across her slit, deftly parting her. He groaned at the moisture gathering on his palm as he sensually rubbed the length of her cunt. "You are bloody soaked love." He mused in a low gravelly tone, his eyes still trained on the path before him while he stroked her in earnest.
Embolden by her body's response to his attentions, he brought his hand up and swiftly brought it down with a firm and teasing smack. She jerked against him, the sensation reverberating through her. He smirked wickedly as she tensed while he ran his pointer and middle finger through her sopping folds, sweeping them over her sodden flesh until she was practically begging him to fuck her with his fingers.
Killian circled his warm palm against her center and lifted it, bringing it down sharply against her. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and ride my fingers just as well as you ride this horse?" He sneered impishly. "Go ahead. Take them inside and fuck yourself against my fingers." He encouraged, twisting the tip of his finger inside of her, coating it in her essence. "Come on darling."
Mouth parted, he sighed reverently as he felt his finger slid inside of her and she began to tilt her pelvis against him. She thrust against him eagerly, taking her pleasure on his fingers, her body quivering with every stomp of the horse's hooves against the damp earth.
She twisted herself, rolling her hips to take his finger inside herself. Her entire body was humming, her core clenching desperately as she tried to close her legs to ease the tension in her body.
Growling in disapproval, he eased up on the reins and dragged them and his hand along her inner thigh to thrust her legs apart. She whined at his intervention and squeezed around his finger defiantly. "More. Gods, please—" She breathed out, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "Please—" She panted.
He obliged her and sheathed a second finger inside of her eliciting the most debauched sounds he had ever heard leave her lips. "I wonder what mommy and daddy will think of their sweet little princess when you greet them with your arousal dripping from your cunt and running down your thighs." He tisked in mock discontent with a gentle click of his tongue against his teeth.
She squirmed against him, riding his fingers with abandon when she was lifted slightly off the saddle, the action causing her sensitive clit to rub up against the pummel. She wailed, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes as she convulsed in his arms.
He groaned appreciatively, watching out of the corner of his eye as her orgasm rippled through her like a tidal wave. "Fucking beautiful." He remarked, his eyes dilated with lust as he slowly brought her down from her high with his fingers.
She relaxed against him, breathing hard, sweat beading her brow as she shifted against him. She winced slightly as he removed his fingers and dragged the wetness from them across the heated skin of her thigh before returning them to the reins.
"Better?" He chirped, enraptured by the way she sighed contentedly.
She nodded her head ardently in response, winding her arm around his neck as she nuzzled her cheek into the exposed skin of his chest.
He titled his head into hers, enjoying her steady breathing into his chest whilst he unfurled her skirt, letting it fall against her legs. "You really are sensitive right now, aren't you?" He laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
"The baby…" She muttered softly against the dark next of curls peeking out from the deep-v of his shirt as she pressed her hand to her belly.
"Should I slow down?" He offered curiously, his voice mildly panicked with the knowledge that all of the jostling from the horse could harm the child in her womb. "Am I hurting—" He couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.
"No." She chuckled, lowering her hand from his neck to cradle the gentle swell of her stomach. "My body is sensitive because of—"
"The baby?" He supplied, tilting his head to the side in fascination. "Is every part of you sensitive?" He asked out of genuine curiosity.
"No, just mostly the parts you like." She smiled, peering up at him.
"Well, I like every part of you." He shrugged slightly with a snort earning him a light slap against his chest. He heard her yawn and wrapped his arm protectively around her hips, holding her firmly against him, allowing the rhythmic slaps of hooves against the dirt to soothe her to sleep.
His lips drifted into her hair, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he whispered into her hair, "Rest darling. When you wake you'll be home."
AN- Like I said above, this chapter was completely unplanned and sets me back a few days. You guys get an extra chapter but now I'm fucked. I had the hardest time writing the first smut scene and I'm still not satisfied with how it turned out so take it easy on me. Today wasn't the best. I shall be busy at comic con this weekend so I won't be around to write but hopefully I can get more done at the beginning of next week. Love you guys!