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Chapter Seven

Emma was stirred from her light sleep by the sound of a bottle clinking against the table as it was placed down.

Her eyes flickered open to find the sun had set, the captain long since returned to his cabin.

Killian flitted about the table, gazing down at the maps rolled out onto the top as he swirled a glass containing a generous amount of amber liquor clasped in his hand.

Emma groaned sheepishly, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room as she pulled at her uncomfortable bindings.

His head drew up at the sudden noise, his eyes falling upon her struggling form on his bed. "You're awake." He discerned lowly, a finger on his bandaged hand resting lightly against the map in front of him. "You appear to be in a much better condition than when I previously left you." He stated dryly, casting his eyes back down to his work.

Emma fidgeted restlessly, the ropes digging harshly into her skin.

He perked back up at the sound of her grunts of pain and licked his lips decidedly before making a convoluted look as he yielded to her silent desire.

After he dropped his glass on the table, he strode over to her with purposeful steps and knelt over her, his hand gripping the rope that tied her hands.

"Do not make me regret giving you this freedom." He warned, his voice easily slipping back into the visage of the stern pirate captain.

She nodded her head slowly in understanding and then he set off to untie the rope. She breathed heavily with each passing of a knot, wriggling helplessly as the course material chaffed against her skin.

With each knot that was unraveled she felt the blood slowly creep back into her hands and wrists.

She collapsed forward when she was finally released, her burning wrists hanging limply against her knees as she took deep breaths.

He seized one of her injured wrists with his hand and she cried out in pain as he gently ran his fingertips over the raw flesh. His eyes drifted to hers, her eyes blinking back tears as she whimpered.

Wordlessly he dropped her wrist and hurled himself off the bed and began sifting through things about the room.

He sighed in triumph when he found what he was looking for and walked back over to her before resuming his previous position.

She stiffened as he bent the bottle near her wrist and tried to jerk away from him but shot her a cold look for her resistance.

"This will help." He insisted and she braced herself as he poured a bit of the thick liquid from the bottle onto the red ring around her wrist.

She hissed.

"It's a bit of ointment I came upon in my travels. It contains alcohol and will sting for but a moment." He explained, using his hand to rub it into her skin and began to soothe the irritated flesh. "Better?" He lifted a dark eyebrow in question.

She nodded vehemently, sniffling.

He shifted to the other arm, leaving it up turned against her knee as he repeated the same action with the same results. "You are a tough lass." He hummed before placing the ointment by the bed side and inspecting her burns. "A couple more doses and you'll be as good as new." He assured her.

Emma rubbed her injured wrists together, the sleeves of the loose shirt she wore ridding down her arm as she retreated back into herself.

He lifted himself from the bed, hanging over her as he asked, "Hungry?"

She responded by shaking her head, refusing to make eye contact with him as she buried her hands in the sleeves of the shirt.

"Thirsty?" He continued his line of questioning earning him another shake of her head. His eyes widened in mild annoyance and murmured, "suit yourself," and took back off to the table where he sat himself down in a chair and propped his feet up.

They sat in stone cold silence for close to two hours as he glanced at his maps, occasionally humming to himself in concentration as he scratched coordinates down in a separate ledger off to the side.

He scrubbed his hand down his face, his body waning with tiredness and finished his liquor before setting it down with a muffled clink and closing the ledger. He walked around the room, snuffing out lanterns until only a few near the bed remained before he began to shed his clothing starting with his velvet vest. He shrugged out of it impatiently and folded it in half before setting it down on the chair which was quickly followed by his shirt and his shoes which he kicked off onto the floor.

Killian padded through the cabin, fumbling with the fastenings of his leather pants and stopped at the edge of the bed where the fallen mermaid had curled into herself, her head resting on her knees. He reached out toward her, lifting her face up with a well-placed hand underneath her chin and gazed intently upon her tear stricken face. "Do you fear me?"

"No." She whispered hoarsely, trembling as she looked over the exposed muscles of his chest.

"Good." He said rigidly as his hands closed around her knees and propped himself up on the bed in front of her.

Carefully, he pushed her legs out in front of her and moved over them, his knee placed on either side of her legs.

Killian reached for the buttons of the shirt, his hand stilling for a moment as he searched for any hesitation in her eyes. Finding none, he slowly began to unbutton it with a careful easiness he had gleaned from years of pleasing women.

She held her breath as she was slowly exposed to him, the proximity of his near touch on her skin setting her body ablaze.

The shirt fell open, her skin flushed as she continued to take quick shallow breaths under his intense gaze.

His hand slipped its way underneath the parted shirt to cup her breast drawing a gasp from her lips as she arched herself further up into his touch. His lips showed the faintest hint of a smile as he brushed the pad of his thumb over her rosy peak. His eyes were dark with lust as he swirled the swollen tip with expert precision that caused her mouth to fall open in a silent moan.

"These-" He stated huskily as his other hand covered her breast, "are very sensitive."

"Ah." She whimpered, her head falling back against the wall behind her as he grazed the other puckered nub with the heel of his bandaged wrist.

"I bet I could make you come with just touching you here." His words were muffled by her cries of pleasure and he bit down on his lower lip in concentration as he rolled his fingers over her straining nipple.

The heat lying between her damp thighs was unbearable and she clenched her legs in the hopes to relieve the ache his assault had left her with.

Without warning he lowered his head to her breast, his lips closing around one erect areola and sucking it into his mouth, tasting the sweet delicate flesh that did little to sate his growing hunger.

She felt like rich satin in his unrelenting mouth, biting down gently and stroking his tongue over the tender flesh as he groaned lowly.

His hand weaved itself into the hair at the back of her head and rocked his rigid cock against her thigh to the sound of her heady little cries until he could no longer stand the ache. He released the tortured nipple from his mouth and used the firm hold on her hair to get her to look at him.

There was unbidden lust in her sad green eyes that met his intense blue ones and he swore he could feel the heat just rolling off of her in waves.

"Lack back darling." He instructed roughly, his hand falling to her inner thigh as he gently coaxed her back. "I'm going to make you feel good." He promised breathlessly as her head fell gracefully to the sheets.

Slowly, he lifted himself from the bed, his eyes never leaving hers until the moment he sank to his knees in front of her and they all but disappeared from view.

She lifted herself warily in protest to only be shoved back down by a gentle hand to her belly.

Carefully, as to not alarm her further, he eased her trembling legs apart, bearing the soft pink lips of her sex, glistening with her desire to his lustful stare.

His eyes darkened considerably with his appraisal of the inviting sight laying before him that had his cock twitching in hasty approval at the promising bounty spread out in front of him.

With a practiced ease, his fingertips trailed over her heated skin until they fell to her hip to gently caress the soft curves of her body before catching her knees and pulling her towards him with a small gasp of surprise.

His fingers danced across the skin of her leg as he lowered his mouth to it, his lips placing a trail of hot open mouthed kisses that had her quivering beneath the silent adoration of his exploitative touch. He dropped a line of kisses to the inside of her thigh, his mouth nearing the hungry sensitive flesh between her legs, saturated with her need for him.

His lips gently brushed against the outside of her sex, her warm inviting scent invading his senses and inflaming his nostrils as he drank in the sweet potent flavor that awaited him.

She tensed above him as he nuzzled her with his nose, her fists clenching around the sheets as another wave of moisture coated her trembling thighs.

Killian smiled darkly against her folds at her reaction, his eyes falling closed with a low rumble of desire in his throat for the slick heat his tireless attentions had produced.

Tucking his arms beneath her thighs, he tilted her forward against his waiting mouth, granting him better access to her soft quivering lips before lowering himself to give her single teasing lick of his tongue.

He felt as her entire body clenched in anticipation, her hips involuntarily bucking against his mouth for more as she fidgeted impatiently above him, the rough patch of facial hair scratching deliciously against her skin. His eyes flitted to hers as he slowly pulled away from the source of his thirst, making a positively obscene show of licking her essence from his lips.

Her eyes widened, her eyebrows arching at the erotic gesture that did little to sate the insistent throbbing between her legs.

Killian growled, her taste lingering on his tongue leaving him with a demanding thirst that burned his throat and would only be quenched when he had his fill of the sweet honeyed nectar that dripped from her core. "I man could surely drown between your legs, love."

Once again he leaned over her with a predatory glint in his eye, the muscles in his back flexing as he nestled his head between her legs and buried his tongue between her silken folds and sucking the surrounding flesh greedily between his lips.

She moaned and gasped as his tongue pressed into her, suckling every drop of desire he could reach before bathing her in long delicious strokes, her hips thrusting against him as he continued to seek out every last bead of moisture her body generously provided him.

He was damn near insatiable when it came to her taste that couldn't even compare with his preferred beverage.

Her juices ran down his throat as he sipped at her cunt with ravenous vigor, his teeth gently scraping against her sensitive flesh as his tongue lapped at her lazily causing more of her addicting fluid to flow into his carnivorous mouth.

She ground down against the torture of his relentless mouth, drinking from her feverishly as she struggled against him, the heat rising steadily in her body.

Licking a long languid stripe up her sex, he sucked the sensitive nub of her clit into his mouth, lashing at the swollen flesh as he sank a thick digit inside her quim, thrusting in a counter rhythm against her hips before adding a second and curling them inward to brush the spot that would surly send her over the edge.

He groaned deeply against her, the sound reverberating against her abused clit as she thrashed wildly above him, her walls squeezing his fingers tightly until she erupted her pleasure, the proof of her orgasm gushing against his thrusting fingers which he stead fully worked in and out of her helping her to ride out her ecstasy.

He released her from his mouth reluctantly, his fingers gently brushing up against her hyper sensitive walls, gathering the spoils of his hard work before retracting them and plopping them in his mouth, his taste buds tingling with the satisfying flavor. His eyes closed in silent worship, the taste exploding on his tongue drawing the attention of the persistent erection unhappily confiding in his leathers.

Emma panted deliriously, twisting herself forward on her elbows, her eyes falling to his in silent question.

He sucked a generous amount of air into his neglected lungs, his lean muscular body glistening with sweat that smelled of the same salt water they now sailed in. "You have by far the best tasting cunt I've ever had." He panted, sitting up on his knees with a wrecked expression on his handsome face.

Bending over her, he placed a hand beside her trembling form, his other hand brushing a sweaty lock of hair from her face, his eyes raking over the rose-tinted flush in her cheeks. "Have I pleased you thoroughly darling?" He canted his head in question, his eyes trailing over hers in expectation of a response.

"Yes." She choked out wearily as he twirled the lock of hair between his fingers.

He took a deep breath in apprehension of his next question before the words fled from his mouth, "would you like to please me the same way I have you?" He asked expectantly as his hand came to cup her face, the soft lilt of his voice practically dripping with persuasion that would surly lure her to do whatever he asked of her.

Emma swallowed tenuously, his eyes boring into hers and impeding her ability to make a calculated decision under his distracting gaze. She brushed herself against the soft touch of his hand, the hard male flesh of his desire pushing against her thigh that had her questioning producing the same act on the male anatomy.

"Don't you want to make me feel as good as I did you?" He crooned suggestively, his seductive voice ringing appreciatively in her ears as she recalled just what he had done to her.

Her fingertips brushed against her lips and she looked to him innocently in recognition and he smiled with the barest hint of a laugh before taking her hand in his and placing a kiss to her knuckles as he acknowledged, "yes."

His eyes flickered over hers, desire pulsing through his veins as he confirmed, "that's right. Your lovely mouth is but another hole to be used to bring pleasure just like mine did yours." He explained as simply as he could. "It would bring me an untold amount of pleasure to feel your beautiful lips around my cock. Would you like to taste me just as I had you?"

She nodded apprehensively.

"Don't worry, we will go slow." He promised, grabbing her waist and twisting them around to where her body rested atop his. "Place your legs underneath you and lay on your side." He told her, gently coaxing her shaking unsure body into the desired position. "There. I want you to be nice and comfortable." He assured her with a sly smile as he began pushing his pants down and freeing his aching cock, pre-cum already leaking from the sensitive tip.

Killian slowly eased her head to rest on his knee as his other hand wrapped around his thick shaft and began pumping languidly to ready himself for her. He stroked her hair, gazing down at her assuringly before gently moving her head over his cock with little to no resistance.

Her lost eyes found his, waiting for further instruction as he struggled to not think about the intimidating piece of masculine flesh sitting before her.

"Don't be afraid." He told her. "Do you remember how much pleasure I got from pleasing you?" He asked earning him a slight nod of her head. "It will be just as good for you." He reminded her. "I'm going to give you free rein to explore me, use your tongue, your hand, your mouth… let your senses guide you."

Emma licked her lips nervously, her fingers falling over his and gently nudging them off of his hardness and running her fingertips over the ridges on the underside of his cock.

Killian laughed hoarsely, the sound catching in his throat as she explored him, as he relaxed himself into her soft caress.

She petted him, jumping slightly when he involuntarily twitched against her but her panic was quickly silenced with an assured nod of his head. She continued tracing the veins of his erection that were decidedly warm to the touch from all the blood that rushed to fill it. She traveled to the silky ridge of his head, gently thumbing at the slit on the tip of him as he released a course moan, his body fighting its baser instinct to just thrust up into her hand until he spurted his release.

Killian clutched at the sheets beside him, grunting soundlessly as she swiped her thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading the moisture gathered there and rubbing in smooth careful circles, her eyebrows knitting together in curious observation as she watched the flesh react to her touch.

She heard a strangled moan leave his lips that made her legs clench with newly reformed desire and wished to recreate the mangled sound of appreciation again for her efforts. She lowered her mouth to his sex and felt him tense in anticipation before she licked up the length of his shaft.

"Ah. Lass." He purred, his hand lodging itself in her blonde curls as she teased him with a thorough drag of her tongue. "Let me fill your mouth, love. I want to watch you suck me." He told her, his voice pained and desperate after her harmless teasing.

She gave him a small nod, moving her hot tongue over his head before slowly inching her mouth over him, his girth a tight fit in her mouth as he began to buck forward encouraging her to take more of him inside her.

"That's a good lass, feel so good around me." He murmured incoherently, his fingers tightening their hold on her hair as her mouth disappeared around his cock, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat that had her gagging around him, her eyes brimming over with tears.

"Relax your throat muscles." He instructed softly, sensing her abrupt panic.

She did as she was told, the pain lessening to better accept him into her mouth and curiously suctioned her mouth around the base.

He jerked involuntarily against her out of surprise and she began choking and gasping around his length.

Carefully he guided himself out of her, allowing her a moment to breathe before she nodded that she was okay and pressed her mouth over him, engulfing half of his heavy cock into her wet mouth and swallowing around him. "Breath through your nose." He suggested, brushing her hair as she took to his quick tutelage.

"You are a quick study." He sighed pleasurably with the new found knowledge. "Move over me with your mouth, quickening your pace as you go." He said.

Emma took another quick breath before descending back down, engulfing him in her mouth, taking him in at various distances over his cock and sliding over his length.

He moaned deep in his throat, his eyes closing as he guided her movements against him with his hand in her hair, his hips bucking against the hot cavern of her mouth.

She was relentless in her pursuit of his pleasure, her head bouncing atop his lap as she felt him pulse and harden further in her mouth.

"Gods." He moaned tortuously as she moved over him feverishly, never once letting up as he began to pant, a series of undignified moans leaving his mouth as he felt his balls clench with his impending release.

He gripped her hair painfully, holding her still as he finally succumbed to his pleasure and spurting his warm seed into her mouth.

She sputtered against the unexpected invasion of liquid in her mouth, her body held motionless as he fucked her mouth to satisfaction while she helplessly swallowed the tangy fluid of his release to keep from choking.

Killian's body jerked with tremors of his orgasm, his body slowly coming down from bliss as his hold in her hair slacked allowing her to come up for some much needed air.

Emma gasped, the remnants of his milky essence dribbling from her mouth and onto her chin as she sucked in huge gulps of air and rolled onto her back to catch her breath.

The muscles in his face widened as a result of the intensity of his release caused by the mermaid, failing to hide the shock that presented itself in the rise of his eyebrows and the widening of his eyes.

Once the room had stopped spinning he slid over to her, propping himself up on his arm to inspect her, the tear streaks in the corners of her eyes long since dried as he dabbed his thumb against her chin, collecting the remaining semen and proceeding to wipe it on the sheets.

"You are a messy eater, love." He observed with a faint smile that was received with a cold look of indifference.

Confusion washed over his face and he snapped his head back to give himself a proper view of her- positively wrecked and thoroughly satisfied with her body slicked with sweat, his shirt gaping open revealing the luscious curves of her glorious body.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked, puzzled and slightly angry at her ungratefulness.

Emma shifted her eyes to his stomach where a few fallen drops of his seed lingered against his abs where his now deflated cock resided.

He scrubbed his hand down his face in mild annoyance. "I don't understand." He said sternly with a firm gesture of his hand.

"You tried to kill me!" She accused.

That was a new one.

"Kill you?" He tested her words flatly, trying to understand her meaning. "You think I tried to kill you?" He repeated shrilly.

"Yes." She stated without hesitation. "You held me down and forced me to-" She yelled, not able to properly articulate her problem without the proper vocabulary. She stroked her abused jaw, looking at him pointedly awaiting a retort.

Killian barked out in impish laughter trying to get over the hilarity of the situation. "Oh…" He huffed with disbelief, stretching his mouth and wiggling a finger at her. "I told you to breathe through your nose, you beautiful idiot!" He remarked with annoyed amusement.

"You didn't warn me you would-" She argued sheepishly, gesturing to the drying drops of moisture matting his chest hair.

"I gave you a stunning orgasm lass and you are hung up on logistics?" He tried to fathom the importance of her argument. "You squirted into my mouth and on my fingers for Christ sakes! You don't see me complaining!" He commented causing her face to flush slightly at the information. "You want me to apologize for fucking your tight little throat? I won't." He stated dryly before stroking the veins on the column of her neck forcing her to swallow and she flinched at his touch. "I enjoy having my cock sucked and I enjoy releasing myself into your mouth. Next time…" He paused, brushing his fingers along her cheek, "swallow my come like a good girl, yeah?" He finished by giving her a gentle pat and moving away from her.

Emma watched in stunned silence as he lifted himself from the bed to remove the reminder of his pants and snuffing out the rest of the lanterns plunging them into darkness.

"Scoot over lass." He said impatiently.

She wordlessly did as she was told and he climbed in behind her, her back turned to him.

Killian closed the distance between them, dragging her leg to fall over his earning him a muffled grunt of protest from the mermaid, her back falling flush against his front, his hardening cock prodding against her buttocks. He shushed her, using a hand to brush back her hair to calm her and wrapping his other arm around her possessively.

She whined, struggling against him as he gently caressed her belly. She pushed against him from behind in an attempt to buck him off of her to little avail.

"Keep that up and we will be gearing up for a repeat performance." He cautioned darkly putting an immediate stop to her resistance and sinking against him in defeat. "That's a good girl." He praised, his lips dragging against the top of her head as he settled against her comfortably letting the warmth radiating off her body loll him to sleep.

She eventually drifted too, submitting to the desires of her fragile human body and cursing his name upon her lips until she drifted into unconsciousness.