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I watched with a smirk as Henry patted his mother's head. The golden curls caught my attention more often lately. It was almost as if I had started to develop some kind of hair fetish when I was around her. I recall in Storybrooke her hair had been pretty too but it wouldn't give me a hard-on.

Princesses are unhealthy.

I loved how the boy told her that it wouldn't be long before she would recollect her mind and would be her normal, sane self again. He told her it was only to be expected for her to be confused after being hurled into this world. He said that everything had changed and that she was suffering some kind of cultural shock. It made my chest swell with pride.

"Come along, Henry, son," I said when I thought they'd spent enough time together. I could tell by Emma's eyes she was tired and it wouldn't take long before she'd make some snappy remark and possible insult our son. It was obvious she disliked the explanation Henry held for her imprisonment.

It wasn't really a lie, was it? I've never been able to, or felt I could thwart my honor by doing so, tell a lie. I'd merely taken the boy aside after Emma's attempt to escape and calmly explained to him Emma was in need of some time to get used to her new life here (not a lie). I told him it'd be best if she'd stay here (he agreed happily, good boy) and have some time for herself to get used to things (once again no lie).

The boy thought she was crazy, but would cure here.

As I guided my son down the stairs he babbled away about the things he loved of fairy tale land and the things he could do more. He said he was a prince and cherished his position – which he intended to use to do good once he'd become king many many years later. He said he felt he owned more wit and occasionally outsmarted his playmates. His golden skin did not seem to bother him.

Once at the bottom of the stairs he turned to me and his smile diminished. What had gone wrong? He fluttered his long beautiful lashes and pouted his lips at me. "Papa," He said, "When will I see grandmom and granddad?"

I patted his cheek and gave him my largest smile. "Let's go spin gold." I chortled, distracting him with funny, unintentionally made gestures of my hands. He laughed and clapped his hands. We both set to work and I managed to distract his mind.

The sun had set when I opened the door to the tower room that night and was welcomed by the sight of a moonlit goddess. Her golden curls were like silver flames around her head and her skin was pale and glossed. Her long lashes, much like Henry's, were touching her cheeks as she had her eyes closed, but I could tell by her breathing she was awake, setting a trap and luring me in. It half worked; I instantly felt aroused by her calm beauty and closed the door behind me before I inched closer and loomed over her. She kept remarkably still, but when I shifted she reached out for me and I grabbed her throat. Instantly her hands fell back to her body and she just gaped at me while gasping for air. I hissed, holding her throat painfully tight in my claw-like hands, and made sure our eyes locked.

"Don't try that again, dearie." I let go of her as she hardly struggled but expected for a fight to come still. Naturally I was right and she flung a fist at my face the moment she could breathe again. I dodged it and anticipated another blow. She even tried to kick me with her leg but I had grabbed her ankle and spread her legs wide, pushing our pelvises to meet and grinding my hips dryly against her so she could feel my clothed erection. She gasped, head thrown back, and battered her fists at my chest.

"You are so eager to be punished." My words were in her ear and I could feel her shiver. The humping stopped.

Her hand found its way to the small of my back and then trailed in search for a dagger. I know she'd tried this before and like last time I grabbed her hand and held it tight within mine as I guided it to the front of my pants. "Looking for a weapon, love." I whispered in her ear, my voice dripping of erotic sarcasm. "I know a dagger that can cut any princess' virginity." I teased. She smacked my cheek with her free hand but it did not hurt me.

"You already took that, foul beast." She scolded. Well, that hurt. I forced her hands down and against the cold stone wall as I shouted at her turned away face. "You want a monster you'll get a monster. You seem to forget what this 'beast;' is capable of."

She tried to struggle free but gave up. It all was in vain. Her body was still sore from previous abuse and she'd become tired by her plain and hostile surroundings and the way she was treated. It was all too much, even for a strong-headed princess. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, her resentment present but force gone, and I kissed her hard ravishing her sweet cavern with my tongue. In the past she'd bit my tongue but I'd taught her that it'd only result in my monstrous rod pumping her anal. And that had been an experience – actually three experiences- she was now trying to avoid at all rate.

Emma let me kiss her as my hands dug into her hair and started to pull her head down, backwards. She gasped in sweet agony as my hips rocked against hers. When I let go of her and the kiss broke she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and for once I'd let her. I was too busy searching her thighs and tracing her soft skin with my long fingernails until I'd found her swollen clit and abused it. I dipped my head between her legs and sucked with all my might, pleasuring her against her will. And as she struggled I let her. She started tugging at my hair, battering my back, kicking me awkwardly with her feet while she was begging for me to stop. But I grinned and continued the assault for I knew this was the worst I could do to her: make her enjoy what the beast did to her. What I did to her.

She started bucking her hips as my tongue expertly swiped past her slit and back to her clitoris which I nipped, sucked and rolled between my teeth. She gasped, body tensing, and I felt her hands pushing down on my shoulders as she ached for relief. "I hate you." She murmured through tears, "I hate you."

I slapped her thigh and only left my position between her legs when she was on the verge of her climax. Now she had reason to say she hated me. Stormy eyes met mine as she said it again. "I hate you."

I undid my pants, erection bobbing free, and without hesitation shove her hips closer to mine so the tip of my manhood was brushing her stimulated opening and already could wet in her juices. "You love me, Emma. You love me and will always alwaysstay with me." My sweet murmuring now became a demanding shout. "Say it." She deliberately kept her lips pressed shut and I circled the head of my penis against her clit before brushing it against her back entrance. Her eyes opened wide, afraid I would take her in the ass, and she reluctantly obeyed. "I'll stay with you."

"Always," I demanded with gritted teeth as my hands on her hips tightened and left prints. She flinched, "always." She was mocking me. Bitch.

I traced my cock down her stomach, circling her belly, then back to her pussy. "You'll never leave me." I pinched her skin and she cried out, saying hastily she'd never leave me, and I thrust forth; my massive cock forcing her walls to spread wide and take me in fully. I let out a raspy moan and heard her gasp underneath me. She was arching her back and lolled her head.

"You'll never leave me." I urged as I started thrusting into her.

"I'll never leave you."

Gasp.

"You'll never leave me." I was rutting her hard now, like an animal. Our hips joined and joined again. She cried out desperately as her hands tried to grab my chest and my clothes for support.

"I'll never leave you."

My eyes narrowed, I know, for I found it hard to keep focused. Lust was taking over me, clouding my mind but nevertheless did not prevail me from actions.

"Again."

My hands were deliciously on her waist, with the nails of my thumbs leaving small moon-like crescents upon her.

"I'll never leave you." Gasp. Pant.

"Again." Slap. Slap. Slap. She was so wet that with each thrust the sounds of our skin meeting and her lubricating juices around my cock filled the room. I picked up the pace, this wasn't going to last long. Already I could feel the veins on my cock pulsing and with each ordered shout she gave her whole body constricted around me, milking me for my sperm, demanding more and bringing me closer to the edge.

Her eyes closed and were squeezed shut tightly as she shouted what I wanted to hear from her, meaning very little of it but not in any position to negate. "I'll never leave you."

I cried out, spilling my seed deep inside of her while she chanted over and over how she wouldn't leave me. Then, I cradled her head close to mine and kissed her forehead. She was still whispering, muttering the words again and again like a mantra. "I'll never leave you."

I kissed her hair. "Say you love me."

With a defeated look on her face and a hint of confusion in her eyes she glanced up at me. "I love you." She said, sounding very much doubting as she did so. There slight frown indicated she was still aware of her feelings not being so, but it didn't bother me. We were getting there, slowly, and I kissed her head again.

"Good girl."

Au: This was as far as I got. Should there be more?