Thanks for being patient guys. This story is beginning to wrap up. It's been an amazing journey and I can't believe I'm closing out a second MC! Thank you for all your incredible support. Expect 1-2 more chapters.

WARNING: This chapter contains dubious consent, bondage, rough sex, anal play.

Chapter 8:

A Gift from God

"She outsmarted me. I should have known she was preparing another curse."

"So, it's true," Emma deadpanned, "all of it. The magic, the fairytales, the-" as the reality of it all set it her priorities quickly changed. She ran over to the bars and pleaded with Regina, "Please! Tell me! In this other life, are Killian and I together?"

The woman rolled her eyes, and sighed heavily, "Yes, you and the pirate make a sickeningly cute couple."

"Tell me!" she begged desperately, "What do I have to do to break this curse?!"

Regina gave her a strange look and asked, "I've been here for almost three years. What took you so long to find each other?"

An awkward silence fell over the three of them until Henry broke it with a blunt, "Hook's a priest, mom."

Regina burst into hysterical laughter, "Well I always did have a flair for the dramatic," her eyes fell to the crucifix hanging around Emma's neck, "but I suppose in this case it was effective.

"I'm not joking," Emma snapped, getting the conversation back on track, "Henry says I'm the savior? I'm gonna break this bitch. Tell me how."

Regina looked around sarcastically, "Well, I don't exactly know how. I'm stuck down here with a captor who's got serious self-hate issues. All I know is this curse is different from the one that created Storybrooke. The framework is the same, we still definitely need a savior, but beyond that..."

"Ok, well, am I the only savior in town?"

"Wait, why can't you just kiss the pirate?"

Emma looked away awkwardly before mumbling out, "I already did."

Regina scoffed, "What? A forbidden peck on the cheek? Try it again. Give it some oomf."

Emma replied grumpily, "Trust me, we gave it plenty of oomf."

"And was this..." she asked with a raised brow, "after you learned that you were cursed?" Emma tried to control her facial expression but she knew her eyes said it all. "Really, Miss Swan? A priest?

"Are you judging me?"

"Actually, I think I just started to respect you."

"Just for the record," Henry cut in, "I hate this conversation so much."

"So, what do we do now?" Emma asked, ignoring him. He dragged her into this mess and as if there was ever a chance he wasn't gonna have mommy issues. "Killian has to be my True Love."

"What about Henry?" Regina asked.

"Tried that." he replied, "Also didn't work."

Emma threw her hands up in exasperation, "We've got nothing!"

"No," said Regina, "we've got the most important thing. The element of surprise."

Emma felt guilt rise up in her. She should tell them about the incident with the mayor, but nothing had come of it. Perhaps she had simply imagined the look on her face when she'd seen them together. "Maybe..." she said, "...maybe not." Both parties turned to her and stared until she continued, "The mayor saw us after we... after... the point is... I'm good at reading people. It's possible she may suspect something."

"Great," grumped Regina.

"I been watching her closely," said Henry, shaking his head, "she would be acting differently if she knew."

Regina sighed, "Look, the important thing is we've got the band back together. A savior, a truest believer, and one of the greatest witches that's ever lived. It's only a matter of time before we figure out the next step." She then looked at Emma, "Right now we need time. Whatever you do, don't change anything about your life."

She shifted uneasily where she stood, "Well... I kind of... broke up with my boyfriend. Does that count as changing something?"

Regina and Henry responded together, "You what?!"

"Killian was getting jealous and it wasn't fair to Jefferson. Not to mention the fact that I'm in love with somebody else."

"Love?" Regina repeated, "Well you two certainly have been busy."

"He asked me to marry him." Emma said with conviction, "On the day of the curse. I saw it in a dream."

Regina smiled, "Good." she said, "Where there's True Love and a Charming, there's hope.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Emma sat on the medical table at the hospital, absentmindedly kicking her feet to the sound of buzzing florescent lightbulbs and an intercom in the distance. It had been a month since she and Henry had found Regina in the vault. They had been working on a solution ever since but were getting nowhere. Meanwhile, Emma and Father Jones had continued their torrid affair with escalating bravery. That was why she was here, waiting for the doctor who was the only one in town, and therefore also her gynaecologist.

"Emma! Good to see you!" Dr. Whale said as he entered the room. He was all white teeth and slick words, as usual. "So, you want to start taking birth control?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"Ok," he replied, "why?"

The question shocked her. How dare he, in this day and age, question her motives for obtaining contraception. "Excuse me? That's none of your business!"

Whale furrowed his brow in confusion at her defensiveness, "Emma, you're... ahem, you can't... carry a child. If you want the pill to help with a hormone imbalance that's fine but I need to know for your records."

"O-oh," she stuttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot, "I, uh... Right, yeah, um, well..." she had somehow completely forgotten that the doctor had her medical records. Hopelessly embarrassed she managed to mutter, "...my periods have been really irregular lately."

He looked like he didn't believe her but didn't press the matter. He wrote her a prescription and hurried out, most likely off to play golf. "Oh! And Emma!" he said, poking his head through the door, "Your pregnancy slash STD test? All negative."

She smirked, "Good to know."

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Later that night Emma sat at her desk. The Sheriff's station was quiet. No Peter, no Leroy, just mindless paperwork to take her thoughts away from him.

She turned at the sound of a knock at the door.

"May I come in?" Speak of the devil.

Emma smiled, "Of course, Father." Killian walked into the small room, casually strolling across the linoleum with his sinfully stubbled chin and his blasphemously white collar. "It's late," she said, eyeing him, "shouldn't you be writing a sermon or something... priestly like that?"

He walked up to her and sat on the desk in front of her. She craned her neck to see his dark eyes as he said, "I'm taking the confession of a blasphemous whore. Can't get much more priestly that that."

"I didn't realize priests made house calls to whores."

"Only the ones that come on command." he purred stroking her face. His fingers were rough. She moaned at the simple touch and nuzzled into his touch. He bit his lip, a habit that she adored. "I may be punishing her as well. She has been such a naughty lass." He brought his face to hers and kisses her softly. She smiled, feeling the warmth of his presence envelope her. He easily lifted her up and switched so that he was in her office chair and she was straddling him. Emma ran her fingers greedily through his hair and chased his lips. His kiss was heaven and hell, all wrapped into one. The scrape of his masculine stubble was surely enough to damn any woman forever. He kissed her neck and then her shoulder, then her chest and then he began unbuttoning her blouse. She moaned and closed her eyes as she felt his lips leave a searing trail down to her breasts.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her neck. Looking down she saw Killian staring at the little gold crucifix hanging there. He had it between his fingers like a precious object. She could easily read his features. "Don't." she said, causing him to look up at her with glistening blue eyes, "Don't blame yourself for what I've done."

"What we've done." he corrected, "We're in this together now. I won't leave you, no matter what happens."

Emma sighed, "I love you, Killian. But... you need to be more careful. Coming to my office late at night, it's risky."

At that his expression turned dark, "Exactly how long do you expect me to maintain this charade? Bloody hell," he cursed, "it's bad enough I've broke my vows. I can't live this lie indefinitely!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." she said in a desperate rush, "I'm just asking for a bit more time."

He sighed, and the sound broke her heart. He hated lying to everyone, yet he did it for her. She knew that he would do anything for her and she wanted to show him her gratitude. She wanted to please him and serve him and give herself to him over and over. "Perhaps I could... make it up to you?"

He smiled mischievously, "Will you submit to me?"

Emma reached down and unclipped her handcuffs from her belt. She held them tauntingly in front of him. They glinted in the light of the single dim lamp in her dark office. "Well..." she said brushing her nose with his and placing the handcuffs in his hands, "...why give me a choice?"

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Emma's nipples were rock hard in the processed office air. She was moaning helplessly as Killian fucked her roughly from behind. She was bent over her desk like a criminal on a car hood, her hands cuffed securely behind her back. Her breath sent trails of fog across the polished wood of her desk as she winced at the assault. "You're really deep." she gasped, "Please, you're too big."

"What's that love?" he asked pounding into her harder, "You want more?"

Emma cried out in agony as a wall of white blinded her. Her body shook as the orgasm took her. Wave after wave made her sob with ecstasy for what must have been the fifth or sixth time. When she came back down to Earth he pulled her up by her hair. She shuddered in dread as she realized what she'd done. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to, you know sometimes I can't help it!"

"Coming without permission," he tsked, "such a naughty girl. I think it's time for you to confess." He slammed her back onto the desk, leaving her breathless.

"H-how are you going to punish me this time, Father?"

She heard him chuckle darkly and shivered when she felt his finger begin to massage a very intimate place. Then she felt what she thought were several golf balls on her back. "I'm going to stick these in your arse, and then I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to spank you when you come from it while you beg for forgiveness."

She looked back to find him holding a strand of large anal beads. God knew where he got them. Her eyes widened at the prospect. "No! Please! You're too big! I can't take it in both. I can barely handle it as it is!"

"Spread your legs. Open yourself for me."

She did what he said and readied herself.

The first one was enough to make her beg for forgiveness. By the third one she fighting the shame of the arousal that came from being violated in such a way. By fifth she was moaning for more. And when he began gently tugging on the string making the beads move inside her she shamelessly thanked him and begged to be fucked.

At first her wouldn't fit. "Relax, love," he cooed, "your body is mine now. Let it serve me so that I can worship you."

When he finally entered her she gasped. It was a tight fit. Her walls began to tremble and pulse. She was so sensitive. More than usual. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her and couldn't wait for it to move. The handcuffs must have been amplifying the experience. She loved giving all control over to him. She loved that he was more powerful than her sexually. Not that it caused an inequity in their relationship. She held power over him in other ways.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, stroking her back. Emma a reply. He then gripped her by the shoulders and unleashed himself on her. She came almost instantly, the pressure on her g-spot was just too great bare.

"Thank you, Father." she sobbed, "I love your cock."

He tugged roughly on the beads making her orgasm again. She heard him laugh giddily, "And I loved how tight your cunt gets when I make you come. Are you ready for the best part?"

He was still pounding into her at a deep angle with one hand on her bound wrists. When he began pulling the beads out she came again. The orgasm ripped through her and was drawn out by each bead pressing her g-spot into his rock hard cock. He released himself inside her just as the fog in her head cleared. She heard her name fall from his lips along with a very primal sound.

Afterwards, they curled up on the bench and sat in satisfied silence under a blanket Emma kept just in case. She was staring up at him from where he kept her safe in his embrace. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a frantic knocking at the door.

"What the hell?" Emma sat up, worried.

"I locked the doors when I came in. Didn't want anyone to catch us."

She quickly combed through her sexed up locks and straightened her clothes. "Stay here." she said.

When she opened the door, Emma was surprised to find the good doctor with a crazy look in his eye.

"Whale?" she balked, "What the hell are you doing here? It's past midnight."

"I went to your house. You weren't there." he was out of breath, "I knew you'd want to know right away." He handed her a paper with charts and numbers on it she didn't understand. "Your lab work. There was a mix-up. You said you haven't been sexually active?"

Emma found a list of results. Her eyes scrolled down.

Negative.

Negative.

Negative.

Positive.

"If that's true, you better get the priest Miss Swan." Emma looked up to look at him as a tear slid down her cheek. "It would appear we have an immaculate conception."

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