All little boys grow up except one…
Emma couldn't remember her life before the island. Not really. The vague and blurry images seemed to be of someone else's life - not hers. She knew that she was physically older than the Lost Boys, but Tootles had been here far longer than she had. But that was the magic of Neverland - the island of agelessness.
Blackbeard had the only way off the island. She'd have to commandeer the Jolly Roger and hope the pirate had more of those portal beans.
But what was waiting for her in the outside world? Only pain.
Here she could be anything. Here she was Pan.
-—
Hook stared at the woman in the green shredded clothes. He couldn't recall ever seeing her before. "Where's Pan?" He strained against the bindings holding him down.
She smirked as she watched him struggle. "I'm right here, Hook." She held up his hook and stroked it slowly. "If you mean Peter, he's dead." Several emotions rolled through him at that. She stalked towards him. "I'm Pan now and I just thought of a new game."
His cock twitched as she dragged her hand up his leg. "Shall I tell you the rules? Or should I play by myself?"
Bloody hell.
"Rules." He managed, but his voice sounded weak in his own ears. "What do you want?"
"To play a game, of course." She purred. "You win, you get the key to your freedom. I win…" that feral smile returned. "I'm still deciding that."
"And the rules?" He bit out.
"Follow my instructions or pay the consequence." She shrugged and planted her hands on his thighs as she straddled his legs. "I might even reward you."
-—
Emma licked her lips and watched the pirate squirm beneath her. "Now, do I play by myself? Or are you going to play?"
He pulled against the knotted ropes and tried to glare at her. "Why me? I'm a deckhand, not even a proper part of the crew."
She flicked the hook in her hand and traced the sharp tip up the inside of his leather pants. He tried to buck her off and she shifted so she could ride his thigh. His eyes grew alarmed as she traced nearer to his cock. Dragging the hook through the laces, she watched something else enter his eyes.
"You're not nothing." She tutted. "Fingers or hook?"
Positioning the hook just below his heart, she gave him a breath to answer before she slashed the shirt open. He hissed as she scored a shallow cut down his chest. He cursed again when she dragged her finger along the line. She dragged the tip lightly through the hair from his neck down to his pants. "You've never been nothing."
He remained silent and she used the hook to rip the laces of his leathers. She ran her fingers along the hook using her magic to chill the steel before she ran the curve along the prominent vein on his cock. "Fuck!" His hips jerked up.
"Careful, or we'll spill more blood before I'm ready." She warned.
She let the hook hang at the base of his cock as she leaned down and licked from root to tip. This time the noise he made was deeper. "Let's see how long you can stay that hard."
-—
Killian tried to keep his mind on anything other than the woman trying to swallow him down. Her teeth scraped his cock and he hissed. His hook finally warmed back up so he no longer had the heat of her mouth and the ice of his hook. No sooner had he felt that relief than she made the bloody thing cold again and brushed the metal against his balls.
Pain sliced through him as the hook opened a new cut on his hip. He struggled to keep his hips down as her teeth touched him again. "Fuck! Alright! I'll play."
She grinned wickedly and crawled up his body. "Good." She tapped a finger to his lips. "You can't come until I say. Understood?"
"Aye."
She waved a hand and the restraints vanished. He took a deep breath now that his chest was no longer tied. He sat up slowly and looked down at the hook hanging from his cock. There three bruised bite marks on his legs as well.
With another wave of her hand, her raggedy clothes vanished leaving her naked and on display for him. He wanted to look away, but he was transfixed. He'd never seen a woman fully unclothed. Often the crew hassled him at the taverns when the women tried to pay him any attention.
Yet this woman chose him for her mischief. He shivered as she slid the hook off him and blew on it until he could see it turn cold. Straddling his legs again, she brushed the curve of the hook to her center. She was already wet enough he could hear it as her motions grew more rapid. Killian shifted beneath her as he listened to the sounds she was making.
Just as he thought he had a handle on his own reactions, she slid the curve of the hook against his aching cock. Her arousal coated his erection and he began shaking as he mentally named the kings and queens of the realms to obey her orders. Her hands grabbed his hair and she yanked hard until he felt her heated breath on his ear.
"Come for me." She twisted her hand and he obeyed. His seed coating both of them.
She released his hair and he collapsed, shaking from the intensity. Bloody hell. He had a feeling this was just the beginning.
-—
Emma examined the ropes that were wrapped around her pirate's chest and shoulders as he hung from the cave roof. His arms behind his back. "Comfy?" She asked with a wild grin.
The defiance was back in his eyes again and it sent heat down her spine. His hook was sitting behind her with his clothes. "Ready to play?" His silence made her lips twitch up as she considered what to do to him. "I'll give you one more chance. My hands or your hook?"
"Hands." He said finally.
She hummed her approval in his ear. "Good boy." Trailing her fingernails down his spine as he arched in response. "What's your name?"
"Hook." He hissed when she cupped his balls in her hand.
"That's what those bastards did to you, not your name." She snapped. There was a lot she didn't remember about her previous life, but she remembered being at the mercy of people more powerful than herself.
His blue eyes looked at her in surprise. "K-Killian."
"Killian." She rolled the consonants around watching as his ears turned pink. "Have you ever touched a woman, Killian?" Emma wrapped her hand around his cock as he looked away from her. "And here I thought we were going to be friends."
She held his chin in one hand to tilt his head back. "Let's try again." Emma pumped his cock slowly.
-—
"Bloody hell!" He yelped as teeth bit into the skin beneath his navel. Her quiet laugh sent a shiver down his spine once more. She kept him on the brink until he lost track of how long he'd been here. It was different being at her mercy than it was for any of his owners.
Pain and pleasure mixed when she held him in one hand and bit his arse at the same time. "Bloody…I c-can't…please, lass." He whined.
As soon as he said the words, his bindings dissolved and he fell the few inches to the ground shaking. Killian looked expectantly at her. She flicked his ear with her tongue. "Good boy." He shuddered, both hating and enjoying the way her voice effected him. "Touch me."
"I've never…" he looked down. "I don't know what…"
She held her hand out and he put his hand in hers. He didn't know what to expect, but her holding his gaze as she sucked on two of his fingers into her mouth still managed to catch him by surprise. The heat from her mouth and the way her tongue worked his fingers as if they were his cock had him aching for relief once more.
With a pop, she released his fingers and guided them between her legs. "Bloody hell." He brushed his fingers experimentally and found a spot that had her leaning her head back with a long moan.
Something powerful and dark curled in his belly knowing he'd caused that noise. Nerves and inexperience soon overwhelmed him once more and she covered his hand with hers to hold him in place. He was so focused on the way she held his gaze and the sounds she made, that he forgot how close he was.
As soon as she cried out her release, his own took him by surprise. She smirked at him lazily before bringing her finger up to his mouth. "Suck."
He captured the finger coated in her arousal and sucked on it as she had his. Her taste surprised him and heat stirred again. She waved her hand and magic cleaned them both up. "Next time, you're cleaning up your mess." She purred in his ear.
As he slept that night, he dreamed of one of the times he was punished aboard the ship for not following orders quickly enough. His captain never seemed bothered by why, just that he hadn't done it.
When Pan came for him in the morning, he was too tired to fight her. He whimpered and curled into himself when he saw the cave. She stopped walking and watched him. A cloud of smoke engulfed them.
Fear of what the punishment might be kept his eyes closed long after he knew she transported them. When he finally dared open his eyes, he was in a treehouse surrounded by a few pillows and a plate of food and a pitcher of water, but he was alone.
The silence of the treehouse was strangely comforting once he'd eaten. Pan's game was disorienting. But she hadn't been as cruel as her predecessor or Blackbeard. And she had a long way to go to match Silver. He still didn't understand why he was the one she'd chosen, but it was a reprieve from being at the mercy of the crew.
He was also surprised to find the food better than he expected. Better than he could remember having. He sat near the door and looked out at the water stretching to the horizon. Eventually the breeze and a full belly pulled him into a deeper sleep than the ship ever allowed.
-—
Emma scowled at her reflection in the secluded pool she used for bathing. Why was she taking it so easy on Killian? He was a pirate after all. His crew had caused chaos for longer than she wanted to recall.
Still, seeing that look in his eyes… She knew that look. It was the look all her Lost Boys shared when they came here. Fear and horror caused by others. It made her blood boil and sing in her veins. Knowing the source of his fear was so close at hand?
Killing Blackbeard had always been her plan. Her Deckhand was an added bonus, but now she wanted to gut Blackbeard until he felt the fear Killian did.
She slapped the water hard and screamed to release the feelings welling inside her.
Someone ran through the brush behind her and she grabbed her sword and dagger. Killian came into the clearing like he was ready to fight. As soon as he registered the lack of enemies in sight, he flushed and looked down immediately.
"I'm sorry." His words rushed out as he kept his eyes on the ground. "I thought you were in trouble." His eyes flickered to her sword. "I should have known."
He turned on his heel to leave and Emma bit her lip. "Killian?" The sound of her voice stopped him in his tracks. "Are you coming?"
His eyes raked over her before his ears turned pink. "Not yet."
She smirked and crooked her finger at him. "Shall we do something about that?"
"Aye." He growled, his voice lower. Quickly, he looked back down. "Please."
Emma swam to a rock she could lean on and watch as he undressed. He started to unbuckle the brace holding his hook and she stopped him. "Leave it on."
His head snapped up to meet her gaze. Once his trousers fell, he kicked them aside and dove into the water.
-—
Killian had no idea what had gotten into him. Or what spell she'd woven. She'd left him alone all day and somehow he felt unfulfilled. His cock brushed her belly as he pinned her to the rock and he shivered at the contact.
"I..." He broke off and dropped his eyes.
"Something you want?" She asked using his brace to pull him closer.
"I want to make you come." He scratched behind his ear.
"How?" That feral grin of hers had him hard in a moment. "Fingers?" She brushed her lips up his neck. "Mouth?" Her hand slid down to his arse. "Hook? Or do you plan on fucking me with your cock?" He groaned.
Just the thought of his cock inside her heat. Gods, he knew she would be tight and wet as she squeezed him. "Mouth. I need to taste you again."
Killian helped her to the flat rock and joined her. She flicked a finger and blankets separated them from the scrape of rock. He nudged her knees and she spread her legs for him. Remembering how she'd kissed him, he brushed his lips along her inner thigh before he sucked hard enough to mark her. The sinful sound that escaped her went straight to his cock.
He gave her a pleading look, trusting she would tell him if he did anything wrong. She threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged. He pressed a gentle kiss to her center. She gasped and he hesitated before dipping his tongue into her folds.
Her hand tightened in his hair as she whispered encouragement. The desire to have her restrain him again as he made her scream came to mind and he shuddered as he dove in further. He glanced up and saw her palming her own breast.
An urge he didn't recognize pushed him on, swatting her hand away and using his hook to circle her nipple. "Use your fingers." She gasped. "Killian!"
He slid a finger inside her and felt his cock harden as she cried out his name. Adding a second finger, he accidentally curled his finger and her walls suddenly tightened and trembled. She cried out and the hand in his hair tightened painfully before she stroked his hair more gently.
"So good. So fucking good." She panted above him.
Killian pulled away feeling oddly proud and more than a little aroused. She'd let him do that where anyone could see. Where any of them could see what she wanted him to do to her. Fuck.
Without warning, he was coming. His seed on her skin sent another deep shudder through him. She'd chosen the Deckhand and he'd made her scream his name.
He was mesmerized by the sight of his release on her. His hand seemed to respond on its own, spreading their combined essences over her breasts. She moaned and arched an eyebrow at him. What had she told him before?
Holding her heated gaze, he slowly ran his tongue over her hardened nipple. The taste was salty and surprising, but the moan that left her was enough to have him continue. With a brush of his hook between her thighs, he began working her back up as he licked her body clean.
Killian traded his hook for his hand between her legs. This time, his actions were sure as he flicked his wrist. Leaning back down he sucked her nipple between his lips and flicked the tight bud with his tongue. Her nails bit into his back as she tried to ground herself. She came again when he sucked a mark on her hip.
"Fuck!" He panted. "I...I want..." She reached for his cock and he stopped her. "Wait. Please."
"What is it you want, Killian?" She purred.
His ears burned and he looked down. "The restraints. I want..."
Her smile helped him relax. "You want me to restrain you? Have you at my mercy?"
He shivered and his fingers bit into her hip. "Aye."
The cloud of smoke enveloped them both. Instead of the cave, they were back in the treehouse. She waved her hand and conjured silk ties with her magic. He put his hand on her shoulder to stall her.
Her green eyes met his as she turned her full attention to him. Had anyone looked at him like that since Liam? "What is it, Killian?"
For a moment, he couldn't ask. It seemed ridiculous in light of everything else. She put her hand on his heart and stepped closer. "I don't know what I should call you." He finally admitted.
"I'm Emma." She dipped her head like a proper lady at a ball might introduce herself to a gentleman.
He took a chance and brought her hand up to his lips. "Emma." He smiled, feeling somehow shy again. "May I kiss you, Emma?"
She tilted her head and watched him. "Have you not…" Killian felt his ears flame, but Emma didn't let him turn away. "I'm surprised is all. You're a handsome sailor. I would have expected women at every port to have gladly taught you."
"No one wants a one-handed slave." He muttered looking down at their bare feet. He knew there was no way she'd want to touch his scars anymore than the women being paid did. Finally, he looked up and asked the question plaguing him. "Why choose me? You could have taken any member of the crew." He shuddered thinking of any of them with their hands on her perfect skin.
-—
Emma started to laugh at Killian's absurd idea, but she saw how vulnerable he was and how far those men had dragged him down to believing he was nothing. "Killian, I've known that crew far longer than you've been aboard. The only way I would truss them up is to toss the whole lot of them off Dead Man's Peak." She shook her head. "You are far more attractive than any of them and," she smirked at him. "You bathe far more often."
At first his blue eyes widened as if offended. "You were watching?"
She scratched her nails lightly through the hair on his stomach. "Mmhmm." She grinned and the heat in his eyes grew. "I wanted to thank Blackbeard for finding someone I actually enjoyed keeping an eye on."
He raked his fingers through her hair. "It won't be-" Emma cut off any comment he had about his skill. She already knew what that tongue was capable of. It was time he learned to see himself as she did.
She pulled back, feeling breathless and needing him again. Her forehead stayed pressed to his. He tilted his head and captured her lips in a new kiss. It started a little awkwardly, but his confidence grew quickly. He cradled the back of her head and pulled her into his lap, even nipping her lower lip when she moaned.
Emma tugged at his chest hair. "I believe someone had a request."
The shy smile returned and he looked down at where her hand was holding his to her breast. "Aye. I want to watch you touch yourself." He said quietly.
"Is that all you want? To watch?" She teased.
His ears went pink again. "No…I want to watch and then I want to…kiss you there."
"I could tie you down and ride your face." She traced his mouth with her fingertip. The idea of what he suggested already had heat rushing between her legs. His eyes perked up. "Would you like that, Killian." She purred beside his ear.
"Gods, yes." He breathed.
Emma took her time securing his arms and legs. She also brushed her hand over as much skin as she possibly could. Once his knots were done, she bent down and wrapped her lips around his cock. Grinning wickedly, she circled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger adding a little magic to make it feel like her hand was holding on to him. He groaned loudly this time.
He watched his expression carefully, but saw nothing beyond wild lust. "Hands or hook?" She asked with authority.
"Hook." He rasped.
She kissed him and sucked his lower lip between hers. "Good boy."
With his hook in hand, she settled against a pillow and spread her legs wide to give him the best view. The curve of his hook slipped easily over her clit. "Fuck, Killian. You make me so wet. I can't wait to feel your tongue. Your cock."
She dragged the hook up to her chest, circling one nipple with the point as she palmed the other. Returning to her clit, she rubbed the metal against the sensitive bud until she was crying out his name.
His eyes never left his hook. She crawled over to him and held up his hook now coated in her arousal. "Lick."
He growled and licked up every last drop of her from the appendage. "I need you."
Emma settled herself over his mouth. It didn't take him long to work out what to do. She found a rhythm for her hips that seemed to work for him. She threw her head back and palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He growled deep in his chest and she looked to where he was watching her. Fuck. He liked watching. It didn't take long before she was peaking once, screaming his name.
"Fuck, Emma." Killian wheezed as soon as she rolled off him. "Please, I need to come."
"Do you want to fuck me?" She asked as she removed his bindings.
"Aye. Ride my cock, love." His voice was rough and strained.
She braced herself on his chest as she eased onto him. "Fuck, Killian. You feel so good. So fucking hard."
Killian started to hide his scarred wrist but Emma pinned it over his head as she started rocking. She was so close. Emma put her hand around his throat and she leaned in. "Harder. So close."
She released his throat and something feral flared in his eyes. "Again." His demand sent a thrill through her. She placed her hand on his throat while his hand and wrist went to her hips as he bucked into her. Releasing him again, she kissed him hard, using her tongue to mimic his cock.
His eyes met hers and she realized what he was waiting for. She placed his hand between her legs where they were joined. "Come for me, Killian." She purred. He slammed his hips into hers, triggering her own release and he practically howled as he found his.
Emma rolled them to the side so she could clean them both up. She brushed gentle kisses to his forehead and murmured praises into his skin. Using a warm cloth, she rubbed everywhere a rope touched. "Do you want a bath?" She asked him gently.
"Later perhaps." He murmured. "Will you rest with me?
"We can bathe after we eat, if you want." She offered as she tucked herself in beside him.
Nodding, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Emma caressed a gentle circuit on his arm until they both fell asleep. "Rest, sweetheart." She whispered.
-—
Killian closed his eyes as tears stung his eyelids. Had anyone ever taken care of him like this? He was tired and sore, but the day had proven to be surprising. The woman who was supposed to be his enemy had seen to his needs, worried over his injuries, and made him feel more whole in a fraction of the time he'd spent with Blackbeard.
She didn't see a useless deckhand, she saw someone whole and desirable. It gave him the courage to trust her. If she'd been ready to cause permanent injury, she would have tossed him over a cliff.
When she offered to draw him a bath as she tended to his tired limbs, he felt ready to cry at her tenderness. He could have been one of these lost boys had he believed in anything years ago.
He'd seen the way she treated her Lost Boys during their meals. The moment Emma chose him weeks ago, the Lost Boys stopped treating him as a pirate and treated him as one of them. Frequently asking him for stories or join in their made sure they ate and slept. When Tootles cried the other night, Emma had sung a lullaby.
They respected her and loved her for all she did. And Emma chose him.
He brushed a kiss to her forehead and let himself fall asleep.
They both woke up hungry and Emma insisted he bathe. He'd never been so grateful for magic. She conjured both food and a proper tub full of heated water and bubbles that smelled like Middlemist roses. He convinced Emma to join him for medicinal purposes. Perhaps then he could convince her to stop fretting.
He combed his fingers through her hair and helped her wash it, placing kisses to all the skin he could reach. "Will you tell me of your beginnings?" He asked as she leaned back into his tilted her head back with a question in her eyes. "I want to know you, Emma."
"I was a princess once." She began. "My stepmother didn't want me as the heir, she wanted her child instead. So she hired a man to take me out to the woods and kill me. Instead, he stole my jewelry, raped me, and left me there. I caught up to him the next night and killed him. But I could never return home. No more princess."
Killian could guess what life had brought after that. He lived much the same after his mother died. Shortly after, his father traded Liam and himself for his own debts. He held her tighter and gently kissed one of the scars on her shoulder. Fate brought them together.
"Blackbeard will start looking for me." He muttered into her skin.
"Do you want to return to him?" She asked, threading her fingers into his hair.
"No, but I can't put you in danger." He gently kissed her shoulder. "What was your plan?"
"I'm going to kill Blackbeard."