AN- Surprise! I am bringing you this unexpected chapter for your smutty brains. This was supposed to be so much longer but it naturally went off on a tangent and when I reached a sentence, I was like 'that's it, that's where I'm ending this chapter.' So hopefully it isn't too disappointing. Still in school, so bear with me as updates come (yes, I've added yet another one and I hate myself right now). Enjoy!
Dashing Pirate Rescue
Chapter Nineteen
When they woke from their nap the sun was just beginning to rise over the clouds, emitting a soft glow on the floorboards as it streamed in through the windows. Killian whined, averting his gaze and shielding his eyes away from the window.
She stirred in his arms at the sound of his distress and her eyes opened to the same sight that had woken him. She squinted and turned her head into his chest to block the sun's annoying rays.
"Darling, it's time to wake up." He groaned, brushing his knuckles gently against her arm. He could feel his cock stirring to life as she rubbed herself against him innocently and he had to stifle every urge in his body to not take her again. "Darling." He cautioned, rolling his head against the back of the seat to look down at her.
She wriggled teasingly in response, enjoying the look of utter impatience crossing his dark features. She yelped as he turned her into his arms so that she faced him.
He coaxed her to place her legs on either side of him, her knees digging into the velvet as he held her steady at the waist. He grinded against her, thrusting himself up to feel himself gliding through the moist folds enclosing her center.
He smiled lazily at the whine that left her lips and delighted in the subtle pout she made as he teased her. "Turnabout is fair play, love." He nodded with his chin, unabashedly rubbing himself against her and working her up.
"Is it now?" She taunted, her head cocked to the side, her blonde curls bouncing as she slowly rose up and tilted her pelvis to angle a teasing thrust against him.
His head drifted toward the door at the sound of a loud creek to find the person on the other end cringing at the noise it made announcing his appearance. "Sorry to interrupt." Madden's voice sounded from the doorway. He shielded his eyes and took a few careful steps toward them.
Killian groaned in annoyance and shifted Emma in his lap to cover parts of her body with his own, mainly her lower half. Adjusting her, he managed to cradle her in his arms, blocking her backside into the armrest while her center was tucked into his lap giving his cock some much needed concealment.
The new position did little to abade the growing ache in his groin. With the way her body leaned into his, he could feel her dripping against his lap, the moisture trickling down her thighs and into the thick nest of curls resting above his cock. It proved to be just a little more than problematic.
She buried her head in his chest, searching for his protection as she whined in discomfort.
Killian held her tightly against him, his arm wrapped around her protectively. "Bugger off, mate." He growled in warning, his eyes smoldering darkly as the man approached them slowly.
"My apologies, we all drew straws to see who would be the one to come get you two and I was the unfortunate winner." Madden provided, a slight laugh building in his chest at the humor of the situation.
"Just came to tell you the royals are getting restless." He conveyed hesitantly, spreading his fingers to gaze upon the amusing scene before him.
There Killian rested on the dark blue gilded throne, a stern and cold expression in the darks of his eyes. There was no shame in his stance upon his seat. He sat proud and erect, a distinct aura of arrogance in his jaw as he regarded the man tensely. His chest rose and fell with his shallow breathing bringing attention to his strong muscular build.
The lass in his arms cowered against him, her palms digging into his chest and he could see the faintest twinge of torment building inside of him at the way she no doubt pressed against his naked lower half.
The sight was comical to behold, but even he had to admit that defiling the royal throne was a brilliant touch. He offered him a crude smile, extending his head in approval with a respectful and jealous gesture to see him sitting naked on the throne with the woman of his affection lounging in his lap.
"I know the feeling." Killian muttered in aggravation. "And you'll do your best not to provoke me." He hissed, glaring at the man sharply in warning. "I swear it Madden, you as much as open your mouth and I will have your tongue cut from it."
"You do make the most interesting threats when you're vexxed." He remarked with a wry smile as he lowered his head toward the ground to not risk his captain's wrath.
Madden stepped spryly, closing the distance between him and the platform trying his best not to trip considering he had no idea where he was going. "I also wanted to bring you these…" He gestured to him with the folded garments stretched out in his hand.
"From the looks of it you're going to need them." He twisted his wrist back and forth, jostling the fabric in his hands as he offered it.
The pirate captain rolled his eyes dramatically, an exasperated sigh falling from his lips. "Just leave them there." He instructed, rubbing his forehead as he waved his hand in dismissal.
Madden leaned forward, making sure to avoid eye contact or any wayward gaze toward the couple basking in the afterglow of their love making, and placed the robes on the bottom stair.
"And Madden?" Killian prompted, craning his head toward the man.
The man raised his head, cringing as he neglected to close his eyes. "Bugger." He cursed, chiding himself for the mistake.
"Get the fuck out!" He roared, sneering so hard he thought he was going to burn a hole through the man's head.
"Right away, sir." He bowed sternly, suddenly confused as to why he did it. The position of authority with his captain sitting on a throne was playing tricks on his mind, no doubt. Turning on his heel as fast as he could, he scurried toward the door and removed himself from the hall with a firm slam of the door.
"I'm so sorry, love." He apologized for his quartermaster's rude behavior, gazing down at her with a decidedly warm yet possessive demeanor. His hand flew to her stomach, rubbing it gently with the palm of his hand. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She shuffled herself to sit a little more upright. "Did he see much?" She wondered anxiously.
"It's Madden. He always sees too much." Killian replied dryly, aggravation the most prominent of emotions in his tone. "Normally it is Smee that often has the unfortunate duty of interrupting my dillances. He's caught me in all manner of positions."
"Well, I didn't really want to hear that. But I suppose that is good to know." She accepted it despite her uneasiness toward the bit of unsolicited information. "But it isn't his fault. Better him than my parents or a member of the household staff. You needn't be so hard on him."
"He's lucky I didn't cut his eyeballs from his sockets. I don't want anyone looking at what is mine." She noticed the way his arm squeezed around her tightly and the handle holding her belly trembled with the need to protect.
She sighed deeply, stretching her hand over his to calm the blood running hotly in his veins. As she shifted slightly in his hold, she could feel his prominent desire for her burning between her thighs. "Killian, I need you." She whined, pressing herself against him with a hot demand.
His mouth parted at the sensation and his head rolled back against the chair as he squirmed in his lap helplessly. The persistent throbbing in his cock was unbearable against her needy sex. Her appetite was just as insatiable as his, and right now she was impossible to resist.
"God help whoever walks through that door." He groaned savagely, the carnal desire building up inside of him and threatening to break free from its cage. Planting a hand on each of her hips, he tugged her until she was straddling his lap. Squeezing her hips, he jerked his hips up toward her, relishing in the sounds the movement elicited from her lips.
"Need you. Please." She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding herself into his lap as she whined impatiently. "Killian, please. I can't—" She gasped as she rolled her hips, the angle hitting her clit just right.
"I'd say given how sensitive you are right now, you could get off just by rutting that greedy little cunt of yours against my cock." He flashed a cocky grin at her, mesmerized by the rapture spread across her face as she grinded herself against him in search of relief.
He had to grit his teeth against the onslaught of stimulation to his cock as she thrust herself against him. "You are hideously wet for me." He hissed, straining himself in the chair to prevent him from just taking what he needed.
Gripping the back of the chair, she propelled herself forward, sobbing in frustration as she stroked her swollen flesh against the swell of his cock. "Killian, I can't— I need y—" She cried out, tossing her head back when she found a particularly pleasurable spot against her.
"Yes, you can. I know you can." He encouraged on a sharp inhale, his body twisting in pure agony to not be inside her. "Come for me and I shall give you what you want." He incentivized, his need for her becoming a dire hindrance to his wavering resolve.
"Come on darling. Take what you need." He urged her movements against him as he rubbed the small of her back.
Emma tossed her head back, panting hard as she snapped her hips feverishly against him. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm just beyond her reach as she stretched her hips over his, sliding her body against his rigid length.
"That's it, darling." He groaned, unable to keep his composure as she used him for her pleasure. His cock was soaked with her desire for him, his erection taking the brunt of the moisture that released from her willing body.
"Killian, I'm gonna—" She barely finished her thought when she arched violently, her mouth parting open wide as she rubbed herself against him to completion.
She was utterly magnificent as wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure rolled through her body. She was a vision — a paragon of ecstasy in the presence of him, a mere mortal in comparison.
While in the heat of her passion, Killian gently coaxed her body to twist her pelvis to grant him access to her molten core. He gripped himself in hand, his eyes locked on hers as he rubbed himself against her opening, coating himself in her essence and then sank himself inside her to the hilt.
He hadn't even let her finish her orgasm when he buried himself inside her warm depths. A cacophony of praise and curses bubbled from his throat as her damp sex clenched around him. He felt like he was drowning inside of her, her body swallowing his cock inside her still spasming walls.
Seizing her by the hips, he jerked up into her with urgent strokes and setting a desperate pace inside of her. The sounds of her broken cries reached his ears and he doubled his efforts, angling his hips to thrust deeply inside of her. He bounced her in his lap, barely able to keep a steady hold on her as she flailed above him.
She rocked forward, grinding her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as she felt the pleasure building to a roaring crescendo inside her. She was barely through her first orgasm, when the remnants of her former high triggered her second.
His name tore exalted from her throat as she rolled her hips, contorting her body to appease her pleasure. Her limbs quivered as she convulsed against him, the satisfaction in her body unable to contain itself.
Killian leaned up, taking her in his arms as he cradled her against his chest as he slammed up into her with determination, pursuing his own climax. He smoothed her golden hair, humming into her silky tresses as he pumped his hips vigorously, feeling the stirrings of his orgasm coming to the surface. He pulsed inside her, his cock thrumming as he stroked his release within her, letting her body collect each drop from him.
She trembled in his arms as he filled her, a hoarse sigh escaping her lips at the feel of his arousal coating her walls, her body greedily drawing it inside as if it belonged to her. "Killian." She whined, grinding against him to prolong his pleasure as she clawed at his shoulders.
He hugged her close against him, his body shaking slightly as he came to. His breathing was ragged as he sighed in exhaustion into her cleavage.
She cupped the back of his head, her nails gently scratching his neck as she pressed her cheek against his sweaty hair, which was still streaked with dried blood from his enemies. "I love you." She whispered.
He inhaled wistfully, a smile tugging at his lips. He would never tire of hearing her say that. The words seemed at home between them, almost as natural as breathing. "Gods, I love you." He adorned the tops of her breasts with the attention of his lips.
"I could spend all day between your legs and never tire of seeing you come for me." He murmured into her swollen breasts, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "I will never not want you and can never have enough of you. Even when you are round with child — I can't help myself when it comes to you." He groaned, feeling his cock twitch back to life inside her.
"I know." She acknowledged, unable to help the satisfied grin that spread across her face at the mention of his sexual devotion to her. "And your child isn't helping my craving either. It only makes me want you more."
He quirked an amused brow, a lazy smirk brimming to the surface at the reminder that the child contained in her belly made it difficult to sate her sexual appetite. "Your discomfort is a cross I am willing to bear." He tilted his head up toward her to look at her."Keeping you satisfied as of late has become quite the task. Are you fulfilled for the time being or shall I spend some time between your glorious thighs?"
She moaned, clenching her thighs together at the suggestion of him bringing her pleasure with his mouth. "No." She breathed longingly, nuzzling her cheek into his hair. "We need to go. My father is probably about to burst a blood vessel in our absence."
"And there goes my erection." He grumbled in annoyance at the mention of her father. "As much as I enjoy flustering your father, I'd have much rather taken my fill of you again." He told her, gazing up at her in frustration.
"I know. I know." She agreed. "But I don't think making them wait longer than they already have is going to win them over." She supposed, her face wrinkling in apprehension.
"Well, I've already died once today. He would have to get very creative for me to even bat an eye in fear. Honestly, love. Your father doesn't frighten me." Killian assured her smuggly.
"You say that now." She looked at him incredulously. "Killian, you don't know what he's capable of." She told him point-blank.
He released her and leaned back into the chair with a huff. Shifting slightly with her in his lap, his cock softening inside of her, he rubbed his hand over his chin trying to stifle the amused laugh that threatened to break from his mouth. "They passed through that door, right?" He pointed toward the grand doors behind them.
Emma snapped her head to look at the doors to the throne room and raised a curious brow before turning around to read his perplexing expression. "Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Just making sure." He nodded his head assuredly, scratching the back of his ear.
"What—" She looked at him in horror. "What did you do? Killian, what did you do?"
With a grunt, he severed their connection and adjusted himself in the throne, rolling his head against the back of the chair. "I—" His lips twitched in amusement. "I may have redecorated a tad." He alluded to the carnage that laid just beyond those doors.
"You didn't." She gasped, glaring at him in disappointment. "How bad is it?"
"Let's just say my choice in decor may not be up to their tastes." He offered with his vague wit. "So, yes. Knowing your father exited through those doors to see what I've done makes this quite titillating." He laughed, his eyes shining with mirth.
"Well, let's see then." She proposed.
"That depends." He pressed his lips together. "Are you still squeamish?" His eyes darted to her stomach and he dropped his hand to it in question.
"I guess we are about to see..." She challenged.
"If you insist. But I won't be held responsible for my actions. The lives of my love and my unborn child were on the line. I refuse to apologize for my erratic violence when it comes to protecting my family." He asserted, searching her face.
"Your family?" She questioned softly, the words feeling foreign on her tongue.
"Aye. My family." He affirmed in earnest, reaching out to take her hand in his. "You are my life now. You both are." He declared, placing his other hand against her belly to emphasize his claim. "And I want to—"
"Are you two quite finished yet?" He heard Madden's voice yell from the crack in the door. "You can't fuck all day. You eventually have to come up for air."
Killian closed his eyes in aggravation, a violent rumble vibrating in his chest at the persistent interruption. "Do you have any concept of privacy?" He tensed, gritting his teeth, his accent getting thicker with his overwhelming frustration. "Please allow a man the courtesy of bearing his soul."
"What soul?" Madden scoffed.
"Out, you infuriating twat." Killian shouted, flinging his arm out maddeningly toward the door. He pressed his lips together in annoyance and flexed his jaw, seething where he sat, his eyes still trained at the gaping door.
"Killian, please. Whatever this is right now can wait." Madden insisted, bouncing with nervous energy.
"What is so goddamn pressing that it garners my immediate attention?" Killian fumed.
"It depends. How important is it that the crew keep their mouths shut about the trip over?" Madden told him timidly, wincing as he waited for the violent response he knew was to proceed.
"Fuck." He cursed, slamming his fist against the armrest. "You, outside!" Killian instructed, pointing toward the door.
Madden held his palm out cautiously and slowly closed the door.
"I'm sorry, love. We will have to continue this later." He told her, rolling his head lazily toward her face in faint disappointment. "Do you need help, love?" He asked, stroking her cheek gently.
"No. I'll be fine." She replied, cradling her stomach and sliding off his sweaty thighs with a grunt. When her feet finally hit the floor, she swayed slightly.
Seeing her uneasy stance, he jumped from the throne and was at her side in a flash. He wrapped his arm around her upper back to steady her and helped her to stand. "Are you alright?"
"Killian, I am fine. I'm not an invalid." She urged him to loosen his grip on her.
He backed away slowly, watching intently as she stretched, her mouth parting open wide in satisfaction when she dispersed the blood into each of her limbs. "Can you hand me that robe over there?" She asked him as she gripped the remainder of her bodice and began to tear it apart.
"Wha— What the hell are you doing?" He looked toward her with a wild expression in the depths of his blue eyes.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She flinched as another part of the seam came undone.
He closed the distance between them, capturing her wrist to halt her movements. "Lass, stop. Stop."
"It's no good now. Why keep it on?" She whined.
"It is the only thing left preserving your modesty." He reasoned with her.
"Right now every muscle in my body aches from spending the evening in a chair, the child inside me is making everything I do uncomfortable, I'm starving, and my breasts are swollen and tender. Do I need to go on?" She glared at him, registering his bewildered expression.
"Allow me to assist you." He offered with a humble smile. His hands took up her prior position, his fists digging into the fabric as he flashed his eyes at her. Waiting a beat or two, he forced it apart, the fabric easily bending underneath his strength.
He couldn't help the amused grin that washed over his face at the moan of relief that fell unbidden from her lips, the pitch mirroring that sound that was nearly reserved for their more pleasurable activities. Sinking his palms underneath the straps, he helped her lower the destroyed material until it fell uselessly at her feet.
"Better?" He asked with a curious arch in his brow as he bent down to pick up the satin robe.
"You have no idea." She groaned, as she stretched her lower back, her rounded breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.
He shook his head, stroking his jaw as he stared keenly at her chest. "Here you go, love." He handed her the robe, his tongue licking the seam between his lips lewdly.
She huffed in exasperation and jerked the robe from his hand. "Control yourself, pirate." She warned, throwing the black robe over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the sleeves.
"How am I supposed to dress when you are standing here so ripe and delectable?" He sauntered toward her with a devious glint in his eye. "You are quite distracting."
"No." She shook her head, wagging her finger at him. "No. You are not going to greet my parents with—" Her eyes darted toward the girthy erect flesh shamelessly bobbing between his legs.
"It can't be helped." He smirked, tilting his head to the side to study her exposed skin peeking out from the robe. "Seeing you like this—" He gestured his head toward her expanding stomach. "Is absolutely maddening." He pressed his body against hers, reveling in the way her breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered closed at his proximity to her.
"You are literally walking around with a piece of me inside of you for all to see." He growled possessively, sweeping her long blonde hair from her shoulder. "Everyone who lays on you will know that you are mine — and mine alone." He puffed out his chest in masculine pride.
"Everytime I set my eyes on you I am reminded that I am responsible for this." His fingers lightly brushed the gentle curve of her stomach and shuttered underneath his touch. "Make no mistake about it — I have claimed you."
"Keep talking like that and we will never make it out of this room." She breathed out restlessly, trying her best to resist his sexual allure and the effect it had on her.
"Is that a complaint?" He teased, lowering his lips to her neck. "Or a promise?" He husked, grazing his nose against her skin.
"Killian—"
"Killian!" Madden barked, staggering inside the room to see him still unabashedly naked and ravishing his attentions to the woman pressed against him. "For fuck's sake." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation. "I am a second away from prying you off one another. I know you just died, but that doesn't give you just cause to be a sodding deviant. We need to go — NOW."
Emma detracted herself from him and folded the robe toward her to cover herself.
"Fine." He surrendered, bearing his teeth in distaste. "But the next time you are with a woman, I reserve the right to stand outside the door and interrupt you in various degrees of annoyance." Killian vowed, striding toward the stairs, his heavy cock twitching proudly against his toned stomach.
"Then you are going to be waiting awhile." Madden quipped with a deep chuckle as his captain collected his discarded trousers from the ground and promptly tossed the leather to remove any creases.
"How are your injuries?" Madden scratched the back of his head, stepping back and forth on his heel in the doorway.
"Injuries?" Killian muttered in indignation as he pushed his legs into the opening of his pants and proceeded to bunch the form-fitting leather, still crusted over with blood over his toned legs.
Emma's fingers stilled on the knot of her robe at the mention of his injuries and she gasped in horror. While their latest dalliance had been both enjoyable and memorable, it must have seriously aggravated the wounds he had sustained in battle.
"Your knuckles, your shoulder, your ribs—" Madden stormed over to him just as the leather molded over his hips. "You idiot!" He exclaimed, grabbing his hip and jerking him toward him to examine his bandaged torso. "Does that hurt?" He asked, prodding his fingers into his side.
"Ah, yes." Killian answered, his muscles tensing as he glared at the man inspecting him with contempt. "But it isn't as bad as before. It just feels bruised." He looked toward his love, who had her hand clamped over her mouth.
"Killian, I don't feel anything— I mean nothing is broken." He assessed, bulking at the diagnosis he made. "How is your shoulder?" His hand flew to his shoulder and began to give it the same treatment as his captain's ribs.
"The same." He provided, inhaling as he processed the state of his injuries. His head snapped in her direction and the sound of her small pained cries and he was filled with the overwhelming need to comfort her. "Emma, I'm fine. Honestly." He drifted back to Madden and captured his gaze. "Go on, tell her."
"The man was half conked. I don't know how any of this is possible." He shook his head in utter disbelief.
She shuffled over to him, pushing her body against Killian's only to be kept at a distance with Madden's body between them. She gave him a sympathetic look and reached out with a shaky palm to slide it over the dried blood, grime, and fading cuts lining his jaw.
"Lass, I am fine." He assured her, taking her hand in his and pulling it to his lips.
"Your knuckles?" He nodded toward his bandaged fingers.
Killian clenched and unclenched his fingers, testing their resolve with little complaint. "They are pretty battered up, but much better."
"That is bloody impossible." He pulled himself away and folded his arms underneath his head in shock.
Pressing her palm into his chest, she tilted her head curiously as a thought crossed her mind. "The kiss…" She mumbled softly in recognition.
"What was that, love?" He asked, rubbing her hand with his own.
"The kiss. It was the kiss. It must have—" She lamented rapidly, unable to keep her racing thoughts under control.
"I've heard rumors of such a thing, but I didn't know it was capable of producing such potent magic." He drew his fingers down her arm sending shivers down her spine at the reverent contact.
"Kiss? What kiss? Did I miss something?" Madden spluttered, darting his attention back to the couple in front of him.
"True love's kiss." Killian replied, a hint of a smile on his lips as he stared deeply into the eyes of the woman before him. "It was how she brought me back from the dead."
"Well that certainly explains why you managed to evade the reaper but I've known that kind of magic to heal wounds." Madden said, trying to wrap his mind around the parameters of the rarest magic in existence.
"There are a great many questions to answer. But, we aren't going to find them here." Killian softly beamed at the woman pressed against his bare chest. "I believe it is time for you and I to face the wolves."
"Just finish dressing and I'll be waiting." She leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek before slipping away to give him ample room to change.
With a slight jump, Killian adjusted the leather over his hips and tucked his ill-tempered erection into his trousers then began to lace them. When finished, he patted his hands on his leather encased thighs, the material hugging his strong legs, the tantalizing swell of his backside, and the outline of his very prominent erection boldly prodding at the leather to be freed.
Collecting the black satin robe, he threw it over his shoulders and left it untied to give spectators a generous view of his defined muscular chest and the smattering of dark chest lining it. He ran his fingers through his hair, the sweat mingled with blood creating a type of pomade to tame his wild locks.
Sauntering over to his sword belt, he picked it up and slung it over his hips so that it hung low on his person. Tucking his chin into his chest, he took stock of his weapons and everything seemed to be accounted for — his pistol, his cutlass, and his newly acquired weapon that he tucked loosely into his belt without a proper sheath to place it in.
"You aren't seriously going to greet the royals looking like that, are you?" Madden gestured to his captain's appearance, or lack thereof.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Killian bit back in retort, his signature silver chain bearing the charms of his pirating ways swinging as he stepped toward Emma. His rings glinted in the sunlight filtering in through the windows as he closed the distance between them and came to stand before her.
"You look bloody mad. I don't think they are going to appreciate the pompous swagger you carry yourself with. It might be suited for a pirate but not for a future prince consort." Madden told him.
Killian went slack-jawed at the mention of the title, his high with finally being reunited with his love diminishing quickly at the knowledge that there was still the matter to deal with. He patted his pocket, covertly feeling around for the imprint of the ring concealed inside it and breathed out a sigh of relief when he found it still safely tucked in his pocket.
"Killian?" Emma tilted her head to the side, studying his face. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." He gave her a thin smile. "We should leave. Who knows what sort of filth my crew are spewing to your parents." He suggested gently rubbing her upper arm.
She nodded in agreement and Killian collected her in his arms, letting her rest her head into his shoulder as he escorted them out, Madden trailing behind them. Placing her palm against his chest for purchase, he led her down the hallway and as soon as they turned the corner she stumbled in his hold.
"It's okay, I've got you." He assured her, steadying her in his arms.
Every coherent thought had left her head, her heart stilling in her chest, and her knees locking underneath her at the sight of the blood carnage. She could barely keep herself upright, unable to tear her eyes away from the violent scene before her.
They stepped forward and she almost lost her footing, her feet slipping into the mushy carpeting underneath her. Tilting her head toward the floor, she gasped at the pool of blood that had soaked into the rug and noticed the dead body laying beside it. "I'm—" She struggled to get out the words, her stomach lurching and the bile building in her throat.
"Okay. Okay." Killian acknowledged, pulling her golden hair out of her face and ushering her toward the wall. He looked over at Madden as they passed in front of him.
A hand slapped the wall violently and she felt his arm wrap around her protectively as she stared down at the ground. The smell was vile, the coppery scent of blood clinging in the air and making her empty stomach churn.
"It's okay. I've got you, okay? I'm right here." He promised, rubbing slow soothing circles along her back as she surged forward and choked, coughing up frothy thick stomach acid.
When there was nothing left to expel, she released a long languid breath and leaned forward, pressing her clammy against the wall as he brushed her hair. She groaned miserably, clutching her stomach and rolled her head only to be greeted with a severed head, its eyes still open as if still alive.
"Oh—" She cried out, her hand flying to her mouth to push down another wave of nausea.
"You get used to it after a while." Madden supplied nonchalantly.
"Really?" Killian remarked incredulously toward him.
"What?" Madden waved his hand in the air. "She's going to have to get used to it if she's going to be with you—" He defended his statement.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Killian asked him point blank.
"What do you think I mean? Look around you, mate. Quite a bit of this was done by your hand." Madden revealed only making her whine.
"You?" She muttered weakly. "You did that?" She pointed toward the dismembered body and the head laying near it and grimaced.
"I've never seen anything like it. It was violent even by my standards." Madden told her, thinking back on the more gruesome details of the kill. While he had only caught the end of it, it had left a deep impression of his captain on him. "Violence and Killian go hand in hand."
"Keep your mouth shut or I'll do it for you." Killian hissed in warning, his eyes as cold as steel as he glared at him. "Emma, lass? Are you alright?" He turned his attention back on her, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine. I just need a moment." She drew in large gulps of air as she tried to calm her racing heart.
He couldn't help but notice the way her nostrils flared in disgust and the unsightly display decorating the hallway. It was something that, in the past, had brought him great pleasure but seeing the woman he loved react to it made something stir deep inside him. The excessive violence was an extension of himself and something they would eventually have to confront and deal with — that's if she could even stomach him after witnessing the fruits of his labor.
"Okay. I think I'm okay." She panted, her eyes still watering with unshed tears from the violent heaving as she vomited.
"Here, allow me to carry you. You don't need to see any more of this." He offered, extending his hand out for her to take.
"I think that would be best." She nodded in acceptance and placed her hand in his so that he could hoist her into his arms.
He grunted, shifting her weight in his grasp and settled her against his chest, just as he did the day he rescued her from the tower. He smiled wistfully at the memory then looked over at Madden, gesturing down the hallway, silently instructing him to follow them.
She cowered against him as she was gently jostled as they maneuvered their way through the makeshift graveyard. The small was still unbearable but soon enough it had vanished. She whined into his chest, nuzzling her nose into the comforting scent of the salty sweat clinging to the thick thatch of curls covering his chest.
"Almost there darling." He whispered, pressing his cheek against the top of her head as he walked. "Madden, will you run ahead and ask them to prepare a plate for her?" He directed his question at the man behind him without lifting his head from its position atop hers.
"Aye." He accepted his captain's command and circled around them then sprinted down the hallway.
"Are you hungry, lass?" He asked her, his question disappearing into her hair.
"Starving." She hummed longingly, wriggling in his hold.
He grinned, shaking his head at the hidden meaning behind the word. "You're insatiable." He observed, amused by her sexual appetite. "Later, okay?"
"I'm going to hold you to that pirate." She grazed her cheek against his soft matted chest hair.
Looking down the corridor, he could make out the open doors of the informal dining room and the sound of the ruckus created by his crew beyond the doors. Members of the staff were darting in and out of the room with trays of food and ale meant to sustain their rescuers.
Killian let out a long exasperated sigh and took a few cautious steps forward. "Here goes nothing." He held his breath as he crossed the threshold of the dining room to see all eyes trained on them.
Everywhere he looked, mouths were gaping in shock at their debauched appearances. Under normal circumstances, he would take the moment to flaunt his sexual prowess but judging by the way her father was gripping the sharp piece of cutlery in his hand and the fact that the vein in his neck was about to burst, he advised himself against it.
The remaining members of his crew sat around the table, some with crude snickers under their breaths and a few exchanged smirks at the sight of their captain in an obvious state of sexual array. They nursed their beverages, some crooking their fingers to beckon for more to sate their impossible thirsts.
His eyes locked on the queen's, her raven hair ruffled from running her anxious fingers through it. Her jaw was slack and she was frozen where she stood, her hand closed around the rung of the back of the chair.
"Emma!" Snow exclaimed, removing herself from the back of David's chair to round the table toward them. "Is she okay?" The sound of her panicked voice rang in his ears causing him a fair amount of distress from having scared her.
"She's perfectly safe in my charge, milady." He nodded his head reassuringly as she placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. "She's exhausted from the ordeal and after some sustenance, could use a decent rest."
Snow jumped at the sound of an abrupt clatter of silver against the fine china emanating from behind her followed by a growl of disdain at Killian's explanation. It had given her quite the fright, her hand falling to her chest to still her rapidly beating heart.
Killian looked over her shoulder to see Emma's father fuming in his seat, his knuckles white against the edge of the table. Not the best choice of words, Killian presumed as he wet his chapped lips.
"Of course." Snow breathed. "We've fixed a plate for her—" Snow stammered, flitting away from them to show him to her place setting.
"You have my appreciation." Killian thanked her politely as he moved toward the table.
"Can we get you anything?" Snow asked him as she pushed the chair from the table to allow him to lower her into the chair.
Emma whined at the loss of contact and blinked to take in her surroundings. She watched as Killian slid into the seat beside her, his legs straddling on either side of the chair and she smiled at his presence.
"That won't be necessary. Let me make sure the lass gets enough to eat first." He said, patting her lower thigh.
An awestruck smile graced Snow's lips and she nodded her head before returning to her husband. She pressed her body against the back of the chair, her hands kneading his rough shoulders.
"Tuck in, lass. I'll be right here." He encouraged, nodding toward the generous spread in front of her.
"Killian?" Madden leaned down so that he could whisper something in his ear. "The crew would like to know how much the king plans to pay them. They are also inquiring about their lodgings while they recuperate."
"Aye. I'll handle it." He assured him, his eyes falling upon the head royal sitting at the head of the table.
"Here you are, captain—" One of his crew members pushed a flask across the table toward him and Killian nodded his thanks, taking the flask in his hand then removed the stopper.
He swirled the contents in the flask, letting the spicy scent wash over him before bringing it to his lips and taking a generous swig as Emma ate beside him.
"Captain Jones, your men were just regaling us with the tales of your adventures at sea these past few months." David mentioned, his eyes narrowing skeptical toward the pirate.
Killian spluttered, nearly choking on the rum lingering in his throat before swallowing it with a grimace. He coughed and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robe.
"It sounds like you had quite the journey. I would love to hear more." David baited him, a challenging glint in his eye as he pressed his elbows into the table and laced his fingers together.
"I'm sure they made it sound far more compelling than it actually was. They have a tendency to exaggerate." Killian met his request with opposition.
"Compelling? Is that what you would call repeatedly bedding my daughter and putting her in constant danger?" David's voice raised, his anger echoing against the walls of the room.
"I am not drunk enough for this." Killian muttered to himself and tipped the flask back, downing the contents in a few strenuous gulps. Slapping it onto the table with a thud, he leaned back into his chair with a groan.
He tilted his head back down to look into the faces of his crew sitting opposite him, a lethal expression brewing in his darkening eyes. They all bulked and immediately dropped their heads to focus on their meals. He turned toward Emma, meeting the worried look in her eye. He responded by taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I don't know what you've heard but I don't think it wise to have this conversation here."
"I couldn't agree more. If you'll excuse us, the pirate and I are going to have a little chat." David pursed his lips as he steadily rose from his chair.
Killian's lips twitched in concealed anger and sneered in contempt for the royal as he left his chair.
"Daddy!" Emma exclaimed, wiping her mouth on a napkin as she reached out for Killian's hand.
"It's alright." He patted her knuckles gently. "I'll be fine." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheek in a chaste kiss. He reluctantly pulled away from her and rounded her chair, her eyes following the back of his head as he walked toward the side door that would undoubtedly lead to his office sans desk.
"Mom—" She whimpered as they disappeared behind the door.
Snow came up beside her and hugged her tightly. "I'm sure it is going to be alright." She said softly, rocking her in her arms, praying to the heavens above that they didn't kill each other.
She didn't know who she was more worried about — Killian or her father.
Emma's father had left them down the corridor toward his office, Killian trailing behind the man storming toward his intended destination. He turned back toward the door to the dining room and then snapped it back to the man ahead of him as they turned the corner.
They stopped in front and David opened the door without as much as a breath and motioned for him to enter. Killian inhaled sharply, glowering at the man as he passed him. He heard the footsteps behind him and the door closed with a violent thud.
"So, let's have it, shall we?" Killian turned around with a cocky smirk meant to taunt him and he crooked his fingers toward himself to motivate him. What Killian failed to expect was her father's outrage in the form of a firm bruising strike to his cheek.
He staggered back on his heel, his hand flying to the bruise already starting to bloom on his face. "Bloody hell." He winced slightly while trying to keep up the demeanor of the fearless and confident pirate captain. When he lifted his hand there were a few faint streaks of blood from a cut that had been opened up by the king's signet ring on his thumb.
"That's for bedding my daughter!" David screamed firecelly, his shoulders shaking in untamed anger as he flapped his hand in the air to ease the ache developing in his knuckles.
"Is that the thanks I get for saving your sorry arse? You can't even protect your own damn family! I wasn't going to do the same—" Killian aggressed in his defense as he rubbed his injured cheek.
"Do you want to die, pirate?" He spat. "You're lucky you're still breathing because if it weren't for Emma you would be hanging from the gallows with the rest of your colorful companions!" He threatened and Killian stretched his jaw as he went off on a tangent.
"Do you have any idea of the vile tales I was subjected to?" He asked him pointedly.
"You knew the cost of freeing her from the tower." Killian interjected.
"I'm not talking about the tower." He growled. "Even after you rescued her, you knowingly kept bedding her, didn't you?" David continued, glaring at the pirate standing across from him.
Killian cringed and rolled his head to the side to avoid direct eye contact with the man who was practically foaming at the mouth in fury.
"Didn't you!" David screamed when Killian refused to look at him.
"Aye." Killian locked eyes with his and frowned.
"You defiled her repeatedly with no curse to excuse your actions. No father should have to hear stories of a pirate sitting in a pool of blood between his daughter's legs. And don't think for one second that I don't know who was responsible for my new piece of artwork outside the ballroom." David pradled on. "You know, you pirates are all the same. Greedy, despicable, rowdy, miserable creatures that just steal, drink, kill, and fuck anything that moves! I don't know what Emma sees in you—"
"Such crude words coming from the king." Killian tisked with a lazy grin that he quickly replaced with a loathsome look in his eye. "I don't know what she sees in me, mate. I ask myself that everyday." He told him earnestly, licking his lips briefly.
"I'm not a noble, I am an orphan who grew up a slave — a lieutenant in the royal navy that served an unjust king before turning to a life of piracy. I am a miserable bastard with far more demons than you could possibly imagine but for the life of me I don't know why she chose me." Killian gave the man a glimpse into his past, revealing something about himself that he was far more uncomfortable with.
"I'm not worthy of her and I never will be. But it doesn't change the fact that I love her. I would die for her, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to be half the man she deserves. Even give my life for hers if it comes down to it." Killian swallowed the agony building in his throat, his face twisting in pain. "I chose her."
"What are you saying?" David placed his hand on his hip while he raised his other arm up in curiosity.
Killian tilted his head down with a broken sigh and then sharply twisted it toward him to release the question that had been tormenting him endlessly. "I'm asking for your permission to marry your daughter."
AN- I've been working on this on and off for the last couple weeks and things, like always, did not go as planned. So I am adding yet another chapter to this because it seemed like a logical way to end this chapter even though there was supposed to be more. So there's going to be three more chapters (that includes the epilogue). It took me damn near forever to get them out of the throne room. They just can't keep their hands off one another, can you blame them? I know everyone is waiting for the answer to the magic and what Killian plans to do as far as his life is concerned, so stay tuned for that. Just enjoy the chapter for what it was - a hot freaking mess.