Chapter 14: Goddess of the Sea
Killian pressed up against her, his groin grinding against her womanhood and he heard her breath hitch. Her eyes widened in surprise as he slipped down slightly so that his painfully hard erection was in between her legs. The heat did nothing to alleviate his problem, but he smirked as he started moving slightly back and forth, the barest of friction being generated by the movement...knowing exactly what kind of an effect it would have on her.
He then wrapped his left arm around her waist, bringing her fully into his embrace, loving how her beautiful blue eyes dilate from her physical desire. Why? Why did this woman call to him so much? Why was he so obsessed with the desire to learn more about her? Why does one smirk from her make him harder than a diamond and cause such insurmountable chaos to erupt within his mind and heart?
He continued the gentle movement, pushing all those thoughts to the back of his mind, and then she looked up at him, her eyes holding anticipation, insecurity, a growing physical lust, and there was some fear...she was a virgin, of course she was going to be frightened. She was experiencing a brand new set of sensations that she had never felt before and he could see it in her eyes… curiosity, but he wasn't going to just take her virginity.
He wanted her to give it to him, but to also make absolutely certain that this was what she truly wanted. He needed to ask...he needed to know for sure...but by the stars, he desperately needed her.
"If you wish to remain a virgin, my lady, now would be a good time to speak up because if you don't, you won't be getting any rest for the next few hours...and that's only for starters." He informed his lips hovering above hers as he spoke.
Killian thought that she would hesitate, that there would be some kind of doubt or uncertainty. He expected her to act like a traditional virgin, but what he got instead was something very far away from what he had expected.
Her hands threaded into his hair and she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. She pressed her entire body against him and he damn near groaned in pain and pleasure, the friction from the sudden movement and the increased pressure making him a bit light headed for a moment.
When her hands scratched his scalp in a vain attempt to bring him that much closer, a fire so hot rushed through his veins that it felt like every part of him was burning. He wanted her...he needed her… he wanted to be inside her...he needed to make her his...and he had to do it now.
He broke the kiss but only long enough to remove the cloak, spreading it out quickly. He was not at all gentle when he roughly pushed her down onto the fabric. Within a fraction of a second, his body descended to cover her hers. He looked briefly into her sapphire orbs, noticing just how fixated her gaze was...almost like she was afraid to look away.
He took advantage of her highly focused state and kissed her again, using his tongue to forcibly open her lips. When she finally complied with his silent demand, she opened her mouth and he wasted no time, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth and exploring everything.
He stopped exploring when she started to wiggle beneath him. For a moment, he thought that she was having second thoughts...only for the little she-devil to reposition herself so that he was firmly situated in between her legs, said legs wrapping around his to keep him from going anywhere.
She was quite the naughty one...a lovely surprise since she was untouched. He willingly obliged her need for closeness and ground against her womanhood, her breathing becoming panting. The friction and heat caused by the movement and pressure almost made him peak, but he managed to wrangle himself down to a not so gentle roar.
The pirate captain returned to kissing her before moving lower, kissing and nipping at the exposed flesh of her neck and part of her chest. When reaching a particular spot near the junction of her neck and shoulder, her body suddenly arched into him but only for a moment.
He smirked against her skin, making her tremble beneath him. So...his virgin goddess liked a little pain especially with that particular spot...a bit vampiric he would admit but it did not stop him from sharply nipping that spot again. On cue her body arched and when it did, he grounded even harder against her and she actually squeaked in surprise, in pleasure, and a fair amount of delight.
Oh he was going to enjoy this...with a bit more exploration, he would find all of those lovely trigger spots that would make her go crazy with want and desire, losing all sense of rationality and focusing purely on sating her physical lust.
That was the plan but then again, she certainly knew how to catch him off guard whilst simultaneously blind siding him with her rather unexpected behavior. When she used her hands to push him back, disappointment and hurt flooded his system, but her next words made him question whether or not this was actually happening.
"I would say be gentle but quite frankly, I want to know how rough the sea can be." She requested and all he could do was stare.
Was she serious? A virgin begging him to be as rough as he wanted with her?! Was he dreaming? Was this some kind of illusion or perhaps he really did die back there and this was his version of heaven? This...all of this was impossible so much so that he actually had to ask.
"Is this a dream, love? I swear it feels like one." He questioned his eyes gazing into her own.
"Sweet Menti Celesti...i hope not." She answered tears beginning to form in her eyes.
No...no more crying. The only tears he wanted to cause were the ones caused by positive emotions; tears of joy, of relief, of laughter. He smiled at her, his eyes unknowingly shifting to mirrored obsidian. Her eyes widened at the sight before he placed a soft, gentle kiss against her lips.
"Don't cry. Even if it is a dream...i swear I will find you and make it reality." He promised and he meant it too.
He was a bit confused by the look on her face; shock, hope, surprise, relief, joy and wonder...and then her entire demeanor shifted from the insecure virgin to a fierce predator, her sapphire orbs becoming more vibrant and filled to the brim with want and impatience. What the bloody hell caused that and did it actually matter at this point?
"Then what the hell are you waiting for...an invitation? Hell...if you want me to say it, I will. Will you please fuck me already?!" She snapped her hands clawing into his clothes.
Holy shit! She was actually trying to rip his clothes off and if he didn't do something soon… she was going to succeed, but he remembered her request… to show her how rough the sea could be. She was so going to regret that because he was most definitely not a gentle lover.
He could be rather brutal and so physically demanding that every woman that had experienced the true force of the dark captain had been rendered completely helpless, their bodies so bruised and exhausted that they couldn't even stand or walk for weeks.
The question was...should he be that rough? His gloriously beautiful goddess was untouched, a true and pure virgin...did he dare be so abusively violent to her innocent body? Quite frankly...she wasn't leaving him with much of a choice because if he didn't pin her down, his clothes were not going to survive and he kind of needed them since he didn't have a second set with him.
So instead of answering her demand verbally, he let his actions speak for him. He leaned down, pinning her hands in between them, and kissed her harshly, rubbing against her womanhood quite forcefully. The response was instant and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as her body reacted of its own accord.
Killian wanted his sinfully delicious goddess to be in a highly aroused state because the more focused she was on feeling instead of thinking, the less likely she would scream bloody murder when he finally takes that which she is so graciously giving him of her own free will.
Her virginity...he would be the first man to claim her and if he had his way, he would be the only one that ever would. He wanted to scorch this day into her memory, branding her so deeply that she would dream of him taking her again and again and never wanting another man to ever touch her.
The clothes started finally coming off… mainly hers and that made her whine in disapproval, but he soon remedied that by utterly ravishing her now bare chest. He had been right when he first saw her...she did indeed have the perfect sized breasts for his personal taste. It really annoyed him that he couldn't give both attention at the same time...blasted crocodile for taking his bloody hand.
That darker thought had him becoming increasingly rougher and oh...the sounds coming from the crimson haired beauty. She seemed to revel in his ferocity, her hands trying desperately to find something to hang onto...mainly him which resulted in him removing the upper half of his clothing before she could shred them.
Sweet lord...she had some sharp finger nails! She was clawing and scratching at his back so hard that he was surprised that he wasn't bleeding. He was taken off guard when she pushed him onto his back and immediately went after his trousers. He tried to stop her but once she got her hands wrapped around his sword...he was seeing stars.
Bloody hell! How could she be a virgin?! No virgin he has ever bedded was able to service him like she was doing and when her mouth became involved...he was rather embarrassed. Why because the slightest bit of suction she had exerted with her mouth was enough to make him prematurely peak, filling her mouth with his seed.
She did gag initially having been unprepared for the sudden eruption and nearly breathing it into her lungs, but once she was able to get control over her involuntary response, she swallowed what remained...a sight more erotic than it should have been and she went back to servicing him again.
The damn wench was far too good at this to be a virgin! He could barely formulate any sort of conscious thought, his mind so completely muddled by the intense sensations the little devil was causing. Didn't help that she got that look in her eyes...the sparkling sapphires shining with curiosity...oh dear...that look and the actions that immediately followed had him coming so hard that she had to swallow several times before she could breathe properly again.
Enough! He growled deeply, making her look at him and he loved how she went shock still, eyes unblinking...because she knew what was about to happen and the tide was turned. He stripped her out of the remaining infernal clothing that dared to hide what he was seeking, but he stopped before going after his prize.
His still blackened eyes roamed over every inch of exposed flesh, soaking in the image of his gorgeous virgin goddess lying naked beneath him. What a sight to behold! He saw every flaw, speckle, blemish and even a few scars...but to him, she was even more beautiful than he could possibly imagine.
She shifted, attempting to cover herself. That blasted town of idiots! She was so insecure about herself that being exposed like this, even though he was about to be her lover, made her feel inferior, imperfect, and seeing the anxiety and shame in both her eyes and body language...it pissed him off.
"Dont you dare hide...not from me." He growled out, watching surprise and uncertainty flash through her eyes, "Let me see you...please."
He needed her to trust him, otherwise she would panic when he would try to enter her. She needed to know that in his eyes, she truly was a goddess in mortal form. She looked away from but he could see the tears beginning to slip from her eyes.
He hated them...all those worthless people that has pushed her, his goddess of the sea, so far, breaking her so much that she couldn't even look at him when she cried, ashamed of her tears, of showing weakness in front of someone.
He leaned down and her body tensed. He hovered above her, keeping all the weight off of her body.
"Look at me, love." He said softly, his voice sounding much kinder and gentler than he thought himself possible of.
A slight whimper came from her throat as she shook her head. Her tears coming that much faster as she closed her eyes, her expression showing such guilt and sorrow that his heart skipped a few beats.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to stay calm. Honest I was, but when you looked at me…" She started her breath catching her throat, "I'm sorry."
Not good...her emotional state was deteriorating and with it, the control over her magic. It sparked along her skin like blue electricity, but not once did it hurt him. He needed to calm her but how? What would she possibly react to?
It was then that he finally took note of what was around her throat, a silver chain with a Tardis pendant. Wait...what? How did he know that? Something in the very back of his mind shook loose and a single word came to the forefront and he spoke it before he could catch himself.
"Petrichor." He said his mouth snapping shut afterwards.
He was shocked when her body started to relax, her magic fading, and her expression shifting. She turned to look at him, her blue eyes shimmering with tears but there was a smile beginning to form on her lips...a sad one...lonely...lost.
"The smell of dust after the rain." She whispered further shocking him when she stopped trying to hide her body from him, "I don't know how you knew...but I'm glad that you do."
The ginger's hands reached for him and they glided around him so that she was loosely hugging him. What the hell? He was so confused. He looked into her eyes and there was a sharp crack of pain that lanced straight through his body. Her eyes...they were so empty, so lifeless...like nothing mattered anymore.
He wanted to ask...ask why she looked so dead inside, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The longer her eyes stayed like that, the more pain he experienced. Please….stop looking like that. It was killing him...that look...it was how he felt for decades, but its different now. She made him feel, made him yearn for life, made him feel emotions that he never thought he could feel again and some of them were for the first time.
The dark haired captain had to do something! She was nothing more than a lifeless shell right now! He needed to make her feel again...but how? He internally winced as his brain gave him the answer. He had hoped to do it while she was in a haze of pleasure, but at this point, it was the only thing he could do because he didn't know very much about her to reach her in any other way.
He leaned down again to give her a soft kiss and whispered an apology against her lips. She didn't even blink or acknowledge him at all.
What happened to you, love? Who or what destroyed you so completely that the only way you can cope is to shut everything off? I'm sorry, love, truly I am, but I have to save you. Maybe one day, you'll forgive me for this.
The Captain pushed her legs apart gently and positioned himself in front of her entrance. With one thrust and a great deal of force behind it, he brutally ripped through her barrier...her entire body locked up and she involuntarily bit down near the juncture of his neck and shoulder, making him wince in pain.
She was clamped down so hard that it actually made it difficult to pull out even slightly, but then he felt the tears on his skin followed by a whine of immense pain coming from her throat. He was well aware that he was too large for a virgin and he hadn't done anything to lessen the pain.
He had no lubricant, nothing to ease his entrance into her. He had forcibly broken through her virginity in one of the roughest and most painful ways possible, but it was the only way that he could reach her while she was in that hollow state. He whispered yet another apology, this time into her ear, before he pulled almost completely out, only to shove it back in as roughly as he could.
Her mouth detached from his neck, pain shooting along his neck and shoulder. He had to keep going...but he bloody hated himself for doing this to her. He was not gentle or kind as he repeatedly slammed into her, burying his face into her hair so she wouldn't see his tears. Every thrust made her cry out in pain, each time piercing his heart deeper and deeper.
He could feel her fighting with her surging emotions and actively trying not to sob, but failing miserably. When she said that she was sorry, he stopped moving, eliciting a gasp of relief from the woman. Her breathing was labored and quick, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"What happened to you?" He breathed unable to stop himself.
One hand wrapped around his middle and the other threaded into his hair, gently massaging the scalp and damn it, he was relaxing again.
"I don't know. I honestly don't know, Killian. I just know that it was bad and I think...i feel...alone...like whatever happened...it took everything from me." She answered starting to cry again, "Can we not talk about this right now?"
"What do you want to do, love?" He asked more than willing to do whatever it took to make her stop crying.
The red head took a long, deep breath, releasing it slowly and allowing the tension in her body to ease away. Once her body was fully relaxed, she started moving and he gasped. Seriously? After what he just did...she still wanted to have sex with him?! Hell...he was surprised that she didn't yell at him to get the hell away from her.
"Love...its okay...you don't...you don't…" He trailed off as she used her legs to make him pump deeper and harder.
She paused long enough to pull up his head so that she could look at him, his eyes once again his normal oceanic blue. Her eyes narrowed and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Shut up and fuck me, Killian Jones...or I will use my magic and make you do it. Your choice...whats it gonna be? Either way, we are going to shag like a pair of Nubbins." She ordered her tone leaving no room for argument.
He tried to respond verbally, mainly to ask what the hell Nubbins were but she silenced him with her mouth, exploring his like he had with hers. Shit...he was caving, the little minx doing everything she could to make him do what she wanted, and a few minutes later, he was practically assaulting her. The bloody wench was driving him crazy!
She had him all tied up in knots, a willing slave to her every desire and quite frankly, he was the one feeling used for a change. The ferocity and determination of his goddess was unparalleled and his mind was in a fog of pleasure so intense that the world disappeared. There was only him and her...thats it.
He focused his entire being into pleasing his goddess of the Sea. Nothing else mattered. The world could end for all he cared, so long as it didnt interrupt him from worshipping her. This amazingly kind woman that had been shattered by some terrible event that she couldn't remember...she was so strong, so much stronger than he could ever be.
To endure so much and be given little if nothing in return and yet she still cared. She lived each day like it was its own adventure, bringing warmth and laughter wherever she went, touching every heart with her smile. By the stars, she truly was a goddess and so he worshipped her like one, worshipped the woman that has utterly defeated him.
What happened the Crimson Savior? Was it connected to the way she had been treated in Storybrooke? The mystery has deepened and the pirate making love to his goddess is going to discover that things are not as they should be, forcing him to make a choice...to be her captain or to be her shield.
