Chapter 7:
Forgive them their Wrongdoings
Sorry this update is so late. This chapter includes a little bit of bondage but mostly just rough sex.
"Emma..." Jefferson shook his head. He looked to confused. "I don't..." he huffed in frustration, "I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"
Emma reached across the table at Granny's and put her hand on his, "Jefferson, I care about you, I really do, but this..." she gestured to the space between them, "This is going nowhere."
"What are you talking about?" he hissed, "We've been together for..." his eyes darted about, trying to calculate time, "For... we've always been together! I can't even remember what my life was like before I met you."
"And how exactly did we meet? Hmm? Can you remember? Because I can't." He looked down shamefully. She took a deep breath, "I know this is hard, J, but I can't do this anymore. I think we should go our separate ways."
Her heart broke as Jefferson's eyes filled with tears, "Is this about..." he looked around nervously, "Is this about the other night when I said I had a dream about having a daughter? Because I never should have told you about that. You know I don't care that we can't have kids."
"It's not that." she snapped, not having forgotten the disturbing dream Jefferson had woken her up at 2am to tell her about the night before.
He sat back in the booth and chewed on his bottom lip. When he spoke, his voice was broken with more emotion than he had shown in the seemingly endless time they had been together, "Just tell me one thing." She held her breath, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. "Is... is there someone else?"
She looked away, knowing it was too late. He had already seen the guilt in her eyes.
He continued, "Because, you know, when you've been together as long as we have... I mean... these things happen, you know? But... we... we can work through it. We can... we can go to Archie!"
"I have to go." she huffed and quickly grabbed her red leather jacket.
"Emma!" he called after her, but she was already out of her seat and headed for the door.
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Killian was lost.
He could feel her lips on his and hear the rustling of leaves above them, but in that moment all he truly knew was her.
"I should go." she breathed between kisses.
"No," he commanded in the voice he knew she loved, "stay."
She giggled; a fantastic sound, "You know greed is a sin."
He devoured her right there in the meadow in which they had just made love. She was bare beneath him, and greed didn't come close to describing the dark pleasure he got out of knowing her body was all his. "My lust for you has already damned me Emma, but this..." he ran his hand down her side, groping at her curves and let his lips brush hers as he said, "...this is so bloody worth it."
"Is it?"
Killian looked up, startled by the unfamiliar voice. His brow crinkled in confusion. "Madame Mayor?" he asked, shocked to see Regina Mills standing just a few feet away taking a bite out of a large red apple
"I should've known you two would find each other."
"Killian," Emma moaned, taking his face in her hands, "please don't stop."
He looked down into her green eyes and instantly fell into another kiss.
"Don't you want to know what's going to happen to her?" the Mayor asked gleefully.
Killian forced himself to break their kiss but didn't look away. "She's going to marry me." he said, stroking her face.
"Perhaps." Regina shrugged, "Or... perhaps she'll die in a car crash tomorrow. Do you know what happens to her then?"
He looked up with questioning eyes.
"Here," she said, "have a look."
Killian caught the apple when she tossed it to him and was immediately ripped from the beautiful meadow. He found himself in a dark space. It was horribly hot, almost suffocating, and he could here a woman screaming.
"Emma!" he called, a thick and terrible dread settling in his stomach. He raced into the darkness towards the gut wrenching sound. "Emma!" he called again. It was her. he would know her cries anywhere. But these weren't screams of pleasure. She was in agony. He reached a gate, and beyond it was a pit of fire. "EMMA!" he screamed when he saw her writhing in the flames, "Emma I'm coming for you!" he tried to yank the metal bars away but they were red hot and burned his hands. Still he banged and kicked and shoved, "Emma!" he could barely hear his calls over her guttural screams.
That was when a deep and throaty laugh rose out of the darkness behind him. "Now you see what will happen to her."
As Emma's cries died away, leaving a black corpse in the pit, Killian's legs buckled and he fell to his knees. Tears slid down his face as he muttered the name of his love over and over.
"Would you like to stop it?" asked the mayor.
The good father looked up to find her smiling cruelly down at him, "How?"
Regina smirked, "I'm afraid there is only one way." She leaned down, stroking his face, "You must never touch her again."
Father Killian woke with a start. He was breathing hard.
"Killian?"
The sound of Emma's voice left him breathless, "Emma!"
"What's wrong?" She sounded worried.
He looked around. They were in her room. "Bloody hell." he tore himself from the sheets and went for his clothes which were strewn across the hardwood floor.
"Killian?"
"I have to go, and I can't come back."
"I know," she sighed, "but that's okay." She crawled out of bed and caught his hands as they fumbled with his shirt buttons. Emma gently did them herself, looking up into his eyes. "I like it when you fuck me in your church." she said, biting her lip., "Like when you forced me to come all over the alter."
At her blasphemous words Killian's brow started to sweat.
She continued, nuzzling her nose with his, "Or when you bent me over your desk and fucked me like the blasphemous whore that I was." she nibbled on his ear, whispering breathily, "Or when you took my confession."
Killian tore himself out of her embrace, "No."
Emma looked at him, confused, "What?"
"We can't," he bit out, "if I touch you again we'll both go to hell."
in an instant her face fell, "But... you said you didn't care about that."
"I said I didn't care about my soul. But I won't let you burn. I did this to you. I... I corrupted you."
She looked at him with a dubious expression, "You think you did this to me?"
"W-we can't give into temptation anymore." That was all he said before exiting the room half-dressed. He didn't want to think about the look on Emma's face when he shut the door. He loved her, he realized, and it was only the depth of his love that gave him the strength to walk away. He'd meant what he said. He didn't care what happened to him, but he couldn't let her spend eternity in agony.
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When Emma entered the chapel later that day she could hear Killian's voice echoing out over the invisible congregation.
"...but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death."
She walked down the aisle as he practiced his sermon and skipped up the dais in her little black dress which was far too inappropriate for the setting. Slipping in between the priest and his podium she ran her hands up his chest and looked at him hungrily.
"You shouldn't be here."
Emma smiled coyly up at him, "I've been doing a lot of things I shouldn't lately, Father."
He smirked, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously, "Been misbehaving again, have we Miss Swan?" he tsked, "what shall I do about that?"
Emma reached up and pulled his face to hers. They kissed languidly in the quiet sanctuary, the only sound was that of their lips separating and returning to each other over and over.
"Take me, Father," Emma whined, "Take me here, punish me for wanting you."
The priest sighed, looking around anxiously, "We can't. It's wrong."
"I don't care," she said breathlessly, running her fingers over his manly stubble, "I need you. Don't you want me?"
He kissed her. It was hungry and intense. When they parted he said, "I won't damn you to burn for eternity, Emma. You deserve better."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I deserve to be with you."
"I said no." he barked, giving her a gentle shove.
Emma responded by slapping him hard across the cheek. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction. At first he did nothing. Then his eyes went dark and he no longer looked like the priest she knew. He was someone else. Someone she remembered, though she wasn't sure from where. A dream perhaps, or a memory from another life.
He slammed her into the podium and grabbed her by her hair, "God forgive me." he said before kissing her senseless. He was handsy and rough. He turned her around and pulled her dress up to her waist. "Bloody hell." he spat and Emma smiled. She was bare, just for him. He spanked her hard and she yelped, arching her back at the pleasure pain radiating from her ass. "Here's what's going to happen." he barked, rubbing the tender skin, "The only way for you be absolved of your sins is if I punish you for them. I'm going to spank you until your pink, and then I'm going to touch you. If you're wet, that means you're having lustful thoughts."
Emma bit her lips happily, "And how will you punish me, Father?"
The sound of his voice rolled over her in sensual waves, "I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
Every time his hand came down on her ass Emma pitiful sound that he seemed to enjoy. When his fingers finally came to slide through her slick folds she moaned.
"Fuck, Emma." he breathed, the desperation so obvious in his voice. He reached around her and grabbed his scarf which he had shoved behind the podium and wrapped it around her mouth several times before securing it in the back. She realized that whatever he was about to do to her was going to cause her to make a lot of noise. "Spread your legs."
She obeyed without question. When he entered her she moaned but the sound was heavily muffled by the layers of cloth over her mouth. When he sped up she cried out. She could feel his large cock stretching her as it rolled over her g-spot. Then he began to truly punish her. Putting his hands on both her shoulders he rammed her so hard he triggered an instant orgasm deep inside her. She screamed as he fucked her through it, but it was barely a groan threw his scarf. He wasn't done. He grabbed her hips and snapped his own into her over and over again until she came a second time, this time sobbing into her gag.
"I love how your body clenches around my cock when I make you come."
As soon as she'd fallen back to Earth he reached around and began to play with her sensitive bundle of nerves. Emma moaned. Her body was somehow more responsive than ever. It was like every nerve was on fire. Another orgasm reared its head. Killian had to support her as her legs shook uncontrollably. She screamed, though it was little more than a mutter.
"That's a good lass." he growled just before spilling himself inside her.
Killian brought her over to the alter and laid her down His nose nuzzled with hers as they breathed each other in and when he spoke it was music to her ears, "I can't fucking resist you."
Emma giggled, "So, don't."
He smiled, "I love you, Emma. Whatever you have to do, do it fast. Then promise me we'll leave this place."
"I promise." she said, pulling him down for a kiss. They stayed like that for far longer than they should have, but thankfully they weren't caught. Emma left the sanctuary with a slight limp and a smile on her face. Whatever was happening was right. She wasn't sure how but it had to be. Her feelings for Killian were pure and his for her were as well. All that was left was a tiny errand that would end this nonsense with the kid once and for all so that she and her love could start a new life somewhere else.
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"Ok..." said Emma as she and Henry trudged through the cemetery. It was damp from a recent rain and the fog was creeping over the grass in an eerie way. "So, we break into this mausoleum, search for... What are we searching for?
"Anything. Whatever's in there will definitely prove that everything I'm saying is true."
Emma rolled her eyes, "And wouldn't the Evil Queen have protected something like that with demon magic or something?
"One: She's not a demon, she's a witch. Two: There is no magic in this world. The curse got rid of it."
"Ok, what about non-magical locks then?"
"I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle."
It turned out to be a rather large chain keeping the door closed. Emma quickly picked the lock, releasing the chains and pushed the crypt door open.
Inside she was surprised to find stairs instead of a coffin. She went first, stepping down into a hallway. At the end was a mirror that looked somehow familiar.
"Come on." Henry said, urging her along. They made their way into the depths of the strange underground bunker until they came to a set of bars in the wall.
"Stand back Henry!" Emma shouted when she saw something move in the darkness.
"Henry?!" A voice called from the shadows.
Emma gaped as a woman wearing filthy rags stumbled over to the bars. Her hair was dark and her skin was creamy. She was beautiful, despite being covered in dirt and wreaking of human waste. "Who are you?" Emma asked.
"Mom!" Henry cried, running over to the woman. He hugged her through the bars and Emma finally realized that the woman was the mayor.
"Mayor Mills!" she exclaimed in disbelief.
The mayor's eyes flicked to Emma. "You did a great job, Henry. I knew you would do it."
"What the hell is going on? Why are you in a cell? What is this place? How did he know you were here?"
The woman looked Emma in the eye with a capturing gaze, "Emma, my name's Regina, and we have a lot to discuss."
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