Chapter 19: Legendary Lovers
AN: My sincere apologies for taking so long to update! I feel awful for leaving everyone hanging for such a long time. My life has been very stressful and busy lately. A special thank you to 4getfulimaginator for editing this chapter. I bow down to the greatness of your editing abilities. You're the BEST!
Emma's laughter surprised Killian. "You've underestimated me, Captain Sparrow." She shook her head, moving out from behind Killian and narrowing her eyes at him. "I know what you're trying to do ― you want to push Killian and me out of your life. I'm not sure why yet, but I will figure it out."
"I simply see the truth about you, Princess Emma. If you lose something or someone you love, you replace them. You replaced Graham with Killian after your fiancé died. Now you're going to replace Elizabeth with―" His words were cut short by Emma as she slapped him violently, unable to control her rage and hurt at his words. The force of the slap sent Jack to the floor of the Jolly Roger's deck.
"I want you off my ship," Killian hissed, boiling with fury at his father demeaning his wife. Jack had used the happy news he had shared with him as a weapon. "Just because you're my father doesn't mean that I won't gut you and throw you overboard. I do not wish to see your bloody face EVER again once you leave my ship."
Jack laughed drunkenly, getting up off the deck. Stumbling, he finally made it to his feet. "You think I care, boy? The only reason I sought you out was to get the dagger, and now I have it. So I no longer need, require or want your company, Hook." Jack rubbed his aching jaw, forcing the words out of his mouth. He knew the urge to kill the Dark One would overpower his good sense. The only way to keep Killian and Emma safe would be to make sure he could never get near them again.
"Good, because I'm just as done with you as well, Jack," Killian replied coldly, using his father's first time. "I've got Emma, my crew, and my ship, and that's all I need," he added, feeling Emma wrap her arms around his waist.
"Killian, let's go eat breakfast." Emma knew his anger would get the best of him very soon if he stayed around his father.
"Smee, do not let Jack Sparrow leave your sight until we reach the closest port. He and his crew will be leaving us," Killian barked at his first mate, not taking his eyes off his father and staring at him coldly.
"Yes, Captain," Smee agreed, taking a step towards Captain Jack.
"If I hear anyone in my crew addressing Jack as captain, he will be charged with mutiny," Killian shouted to his men, who all yelled out "aye" in understanding. "If you speak or come close to my wife, you will walk the plank," he growled to Jack's crew before walking off and holding onto Emma's waist.
Juliet shook her head at Jack before walking away to follow Killian and Emma. She couldn't believe this was the same man who was offering to save her from the life as a whore.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Mr. Gibbs questioned Jack, moving in front of his captain and his friend. "I know that your lad means the world to you," he whispered so only Jack could hear him.
"I'm being a bloody good pirate captain, unlike my son, who's become more of a bloody prince since falling for a bloody princess." Jack shrugged, reaching in his coat pocket for his flask of rum. "We'll commandeer a ship once we reach port, then sail back towards my ship."
"You've lost your bloody mind, Captain Jack. Your lad is one of the best damn pirate captains in all the realms, and he married one hell of a woman. I'd be proud as hell if he was my lad," Mr. Gibbs replied, walking away. He knew that nothing he said was getting through to his captain, which meant that there was something going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
Meanwhile
Juliet sat across from Emma and Killian at a small table below deck, both eating breakfast in silence. She noticed Emma's body pressed up against Killian's side as the princess picked at the food on her plate. "I'm going to take my plate to my room," Juliet softly told them, starting to pick up her plate, but Emma's hand stopped her.
"No, please stay. You'll need to know everything about my kingdom and my palace, since it will soon be your new home." Emma gave her a small smile, wanting to brighten the mood, even though today's event would be looming over them no matter what. "Have you given anymore thought to what job you would like in the palace?"
"I made all the girls' clothes at the tavern. It's the one thing I really enjoyed doing there," Juliet answered, smiling.
"That's perfect, because my mother's favorite seamstress's assistant is moving out of the kingdom to be closer to her husband's family." Emma returned her smile.
"Thank you for kindness, Emma," she nodded, standing up. "I should go check on the girls. They are the only family I've had for years," Juliet excused herself before the couple could protest, shutting the cabin door behind her.
The moment the cabin door shut, Emma straddled Killian's lap, staring into his eyes lovingly as she cupped his face. "Your father didn't mean what he said, Killian. I think he knows that killing Rumplestilskin will turn him into a monster. He's trying to protect us from him by chasing us off." Emma remembered how she drove Killian away to protect him. "He was lying. You know I can tell when someone is lying."
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he knew Emma was right. "I know," he whispered gruffly, his eyes staring down at the ground. When his beautiful blue eyes met hers, they were shining with love, conflict, betrayal, guilt, sadness and determination. "I also know that once he's turned into the Dark One, he'll stop at nothing to take your magic from you." Killian's voice radiated with despair and anger as he spoke. He placed his hands on his wife's cheeks, his gaze now filled with devotion, love and loyalty. "I won't allow him to hurt you, love. Even if it means that I must take my own father's life to protect you and our future children."
Tears brimmed in Emma's green eyes, knowing he meant every word. The idea of Killian killing his father to save her broke her heart into a million pieces. "We'll just have to make sure it doesn't come to that," she choked out, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.
"Darling, everything will be alright," he reassured her, kissing her on the temple, "Now, please eat something ― you must be famished." Killian picked up a strawberry off the plate, feeding it to her.
"I am," Emma replied slowly, closing her lips over the strawberry as her eyes locked on his, staring at her lovingly.
It was only a few hours later before they reached the closest port. Killian stood by the gangplank as his crew lowered it for Jack Sparrow and his crew, which they began to descend slowly. "If I ever see you again, Jack Sparrow, I won't hesitate to run my sword through you. You will stay away from my wife, her family, and her kingdom. Am I clear?" he growled, unsheathing his sword and placing it against Jack's throat before he could react.
"Very clear, boy," Jack answered, a part of him hoping his son would end him on the spot and not give him a chance to hurt his son or daughter-in-law. The other part of him ached to avenge his beloved Milah, whom he still missed three hundred years after her murder.
"Get. Off. My. Ship," Killian ordered him, rage and betrayal running through him strongly. I can't risk him coming after Emma, Killian thought, preparing to kill his father and not willing to risk Emma's safety.
"Killian, please don't!" Emma cried out running over towards them, panic in her green eyes.
"I can't risk him coming after you, Emma," Killian whispered, glancing over her while his sword pressed against his father's throat.
Emma walked over to her husband slowly and put her hands on his shoulder. "I'm asking you not to do this. Believe in me and that I'm not some damsel in distress," she whispered to him, unable to imagine having to kill your only living blood relative to protect your spouse.
Killian couldn't decide whether to listen to the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to protect his wife, or to listen to Emma's pleas to believe in her. A few moments later, he lowered his sword, taking a step back from his father. "Leave before I change my mind," he growled at his father, while Emma took a step towards him.
"Jack, I'm sorry that it came to this," Emma sighed, sadness filling her eyes. "I've come to think of you as family, so it breaks my heart that things have to end this way." A bittersweet smile was on her lips when she paused. "You're not the man I thought you were, Mr. Sparrow. " Taking a step backwards, she put her arm around Killian, disappointment written all over her face.
His daughter-in-law's sadness and disappointment, combined with his son's rage and betrayal, almost took him to his knees. Ever since he discovered his son was alive, he had hoped to have his son back in his life; now a dream is all that would ever be. "Life's filled with disappointment, Princess. Happy endings are fictional. Believing in them will make you weak and come back to bite you in the ass," Jack told her, stepping up on the gangplank and then walking down towards his crew.
"You're wrong, Jack!" Emma shouted out after him, but he didn't stop or turn around to look at her as she continued. "Believing in love and happy endings takes more strength and courage then giving in to revenge, despair, fear and defeat. Love is strength, not weakness."
"I hope you're right, Emma," Jack whispered, walking off down the pier with his crew behind him.
Rumplestilskin's castle
The Dark One's eyes lit up with glee, letting out a shrill, high-pitched cackle once he felt the fog blocking his dagger lifting. The image of Captain Jack Sparrow holding his dagger in his belt hit him, and his eyes filled with hatred.
"What's happened, Father?" Bae asked, rushing into the room and noticing the look on his father's face. "You know who has the dagger. Who stole it?" Excitement ran through him, knowing he and Regina were close to getting all the magic in their realm.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, the pirate who stole your mother away from us and forced me to kill her," Rumple replied, seeing the same amount of hatred in his eyes mirrored in his son's eyes. "I thought it was Captain Hook, but he is not with his father. It appears Hook is more concerned with Princess Emma."
"Let's go kill Hook's father, then move onto my half brother," Bae grinned evilly, hoping his father would let him kill both pirates. After that, he would kill his father, giving him all the Dark One's powers.
"Patience is required, Bae. We'll let him come to us, that is what the future shows me." The Dark One grinned, already planning how he was going to kill Jack Sparrow.
Two days later
Emma paced the deck of the Jolly Roger nervously with the view of her kingdom in sight. She felt two hands grab her hips from behind, then her husband's lips brushed her earlobe. "Love, you're going to wear a path in our ship. You've been pacing here the last hour." His lips softly kissed her earlobe and then moved down her neck. Instantly, Emma relaxed slightly at the feel of Killian's arms around her and his lips on her neck.
"Sorry, I'm just nervous my parents are going to lose it once they find out I got married without them there," Emma confessed, her hands moving over his and lacing her fingers through his.
"The fact you married without them will be minor in comparison to the fact you married me," Killian pointed out to her as Emma craned her neck to the side to look up at him. "It's a fact, darling. But we can leave that tidbit out about our marriage, if you prefer."
Emma quickly spun around to face Killian, wrapping her arms around his neck while shaking her head. "No! I'm proud to be your wife, Killian," Emma firmly stated, pressing her body up against his. "They are our family. It might take awhile for them to get used to the fact, but they will approve, I promise you."
"I'm sure Prince Ethan has sent notice to your kingdom that I was the one responsible for his kidnapping. That will make them overjoyed that I'm their new son-in-law," Killian smirked, remembering how good it felt to toss the prince overboard instead of letting him out at port.
"My parents can't stand Prince Ethan or his parents. Besides, I was the one who came up with the plan and knocked his teeth out," Emma grinned proudly, earning a chuckle from Killian.
"You're bloody brilliant, love. But the cowardly and lying Prince would rather die, I'm sure, than admit a girl bested him." Killian saw Emma's eyes narrow at his words. "Now me, I'm man enough to admit that Emma Swan Jones bested me for the first time in my life. And I'm sure it will continue to happen in years to come."
"You're damn right it will," Emma agreed, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
It wasn't long before the Jolly Roger was docked in Emma's kingdom, surrounded by the royal guard. All the guards bowed once they saw Emma appear with her arms around the pirate's waist, nodding at them. "Welcome home Princess Emma," they greeted her in unison.
"Thank you. Captain Jones is to be treated with the utmost respect like he is a member of the royal family." Emma said walking down the gangplank with Killian close behind her with his hand in hers. The guards lead the two of them back to the castle in silence.
Killian brought his and Emma's interlaced hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand to calm Emma's nerves. He knew her parents weren't happy about her being involved with him, but finding out they were married would make them lose their minds. Nervousness was far from what Killian was feeling about seeing his new in-laws ― the pirate in him relished in the fact he had seduced and married a princess and now was technically a prince. However, they had decided to have Smee bring Juliet to the castle tomorrow morning, so they could tell Emma's parents alone without an audience.
The Charming's castle throne room
Guards dashed into the room, gaining the attention of Snow and James immediately. "Princess Emma is home!" one of the guards wheezed out trying to catch his breath, seeing the King and Queen's eyes light up with relief before worry immediately was etched all over their faces. "I'm sorry to inform you your majesties that Captain Jones is with her."
"It sounds like I was missed." Killian's voice carried into the throne room as they stepped into it, holding hands. "Hello, King James and Queen Snow, it's good to see you again." He began to bow, but Emma's hand on his chest stopped him. She shook her head at him.
"Emma, you're home." Snow's soft awestruck voice traveled through the large room. It took every fiber of her being not to run to her daughter while she stood, walking to her slowly. "We missed you so much."
"I missed you and Dad, too," Emma replied, moving towards her mother while still holding Killian's hand, not wanting to let go. Just being in the castle brought back painful memories of losing Graham and Elizabeth, reminding her that, she could never call the castle home again. Her new life was with Killian, leaving her kingdom to sail the seas of whatever realm they traversed. "I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye," she whispered.
"We're just happy you're home." Her mother smiled at her and then couldn't hold back the urge to pull Emma in her arms and hug her any longer. Killian released Emma's hand, watching her embracing her mother.
"Guards, please leave us alone," Charming ordered, getting a look of hesitance from them though they left without questioning him, shutting the door behind them. "We need to talk," he spoke softly, the gentleness in the his voice surprising Killian and making Emma pull out of her mother's embrace. "As happy as we are to have you home with us, Emma, you must leave soon." Worry and fear were reflected in Charming's eyes.
"What?" Emma asked, stunned as she looked back and forth between her parents, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Charming moved in front of Emma, cupping her face with his hands and staring at her with love and sadness in his blue eyes. "We want to keep you here with us forever, but it's not safe. The Dark One came to us looking to join forces with us against the Evil Queen. He wants a marriage between you and his son," he explained to her, hearing Killian's growl at the mention of Emma marrying the Dark One's son.
"Well, he's too late," Emma said softly, taking a step back from her father and wrapping her arms around Killian's waist. "I'm married to Killian." She looked up at her husband, gazing at him lovingly with happiness sparkling in her eyes.
"I'm the luckiest man in all the realms," he smiled at her, leaning down and kissing her softly.
A soft gasp broke them away from their kiss, and they turned to look at Snow and Charming. Snow's hand was up to her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks, and Charming was staring at them in utter shock while his jaw clenched tightly, his hand moving down to his sword slowly.
"Oh Emma, I'm so happy for you," Snow's voice squeaked, overcome by happiness that her baby girl was happy once again. She launched herself at the newlyweds, wrapping her arms around both of them. "I wish I could have been there for your wedding," she cried, embracing them tightly and crying tears of joy.
"I wish you and Dad could have been there, too," Emma said, beginning to cry on feeling overjoyed by her mother's reaction to her marriage. She glanced over at her father, able to see he didn't feel the same way at all. "Dad, don't be mad at Killian ― I proposed to him," Emma informed him, watching her father shake his head with disbelief in his blue eyes.
Snow pulled away from Emma and Killian to face her husband. "Charming, this is good news. Our daughter is happy and will be protected from the Dark One because of this marriage." She smiled at her husband, who continued to shake his head at her. "I love you, but I won't let anyone keep Emma from being happy, even you."
Taking a deep breath to calm down before he spoke, "You're right, Snow." His words barely able to be heard, then his voice became stronger. "I don't like the fact that you married Captain Hook, but he will be able to keep you safe. And for some reason, this pirate makes you happy, and you love him. Your happiness is the most important thing to me, Emma."
"Dad." Emma gave him a teary grin, rushing over to hug her father. She closed her eyes when her dad's arms held her tightly but lovingly. "I love you," she whispered to him, enjoying her father's protective embrace.
Snow smiled at her son-in-law. "Welcome to the family, Killian. Please take good care of my little girl." She took his hands in hers, able to see surprise in the captain's eyes.
"I'm honored to be in your family, Snow. You have my word I will protect Emma with my life," Killian vowed, nodding at Snow when James appeared beside her.
"Well Killian, all I have to say is..." James paused for a few seconds, staring him down intensely before smiling at him. "Thank you."
Everyone's jaws fell open at James's words to the pirate captain and when he held out his hand for Killian to shake. "Honestly, I was terrified that I'd lost my daughter completely to her sadness and grief, but you've make my little girl happy, so I owe you thanks."
Killian took the king's hand, shaking it firmly. His blue eyes lit up with seriousness and honesty. "Prince James, it is I who owe you thanks ― your daughter is the one who made my once dead, ruthless, black heart beat again. I thank you for allowing me to stay in your kingdom and castle." He nodded at King James, getting a true smile from Emma's father. "Your kindness and generosity has allowed me the honor of calling Emma my wife."
"Please at least stay for the night ― we will celebrate Killian joining our family," Snow said, hoping to have her daughter and new son-in-law back for at least one night.
"We would love to stay for the evening," Killian answered, bowing slightly to his in-laws.
Later that night
Laughter echoed through the dining room of the castle as the two couples sat around the table, drinking wine.
"Okay, please stop telling embarrassing stories about me!" Emma exclaimed, but the smile and tone of her voice didn't sound very convincing to everyone else at the table. The last night she had experienced this amount of happiness with them was the night of her rehearsal dinner over a year ago.
"Darling, I find your nature as a troublemaker adorable." Killian leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. "I myself was the bit of a troublemaker. When I was a small lad around five, I ran away from my mother at the market to play hide and seek with another lad I had met. There was a stagecoach not too far away that I was able to sneak into without the guards noticing me. Little did I know that there was someone inside of it at the time."
"Who was inside?" Snow asked leaning across the table, curiosity shining in her eyes.
"The most beautiful lass that I'd ever since until I laid eyes on my wife." Killian turned to Emma, taking her hand and kissing it. "I expected her to scream for the guards to throw me out, but she surprised me by smiling at me and saying 'hello'. I said 'hello,' then asked her if she would marry me when I grow up."
"Why am I not surprised?" Charming asked, shaking his head at the pirate. "What did she say?" he couldn't help but ask, a part of him hoping the woman found it amusing, not charming.
A huge grin broke out on Killian's lips, "The beautiful blonde said that she would be honored to be my wife when I grow up, then kissed me on the cheek. A guard opened the door and then threw me out of the stagecoach, which took off. I tried to chase after it, but alas my mother grabbed me and took me back to our ship. I never saw the beauty again."
"I thought you said that you've never proposed to anyone before." Emma raised a brow at her husband, crossing her arms over her chest. However, she began to giggle. "Sorry, I couldn't pretend to be mad because the story is so cute. Just like you."
"I'm not cute! You can describe me as handsome, dangerous, gorgeous and sexy ― but not cute!" Killian exclaimed, his blue eyes filled with outrage and horror at being called cute. Emma continued to giggle while her parents joined in, making Killian even more annoyed. A smirk crossed his lips a few seconds later, leaning in close to Emma's ear. "Would you use the word cute to describe me shagging you unconscious our first time in the cavern? Or the time that I spent hours with my head between your glorious thighs, pleasuring you until you begged to feel me inside you?" he seductively whispered, abruptly ending her fit of giggles.
Emma's cheeks flushed bright red and her breath caught in her chest, feeling torn between the arousal and embarrassment running through her body. She kept her eyes on the table, scared to see the looks in her parent's eyes and the lust in her husband's that she knew was there. "It's getting late. We'll see you in the morning," Emma mumbled, quickly standing and dragging Killian out of the room with her. "Goodnight!" Emma cried out, not bothering to look back as she pulled Killian back to her bedroom.
"What the hurry, love?" Killian asked with amusement in his voice when they reached her bedroom door, throwing it open. She replied by grabbing him by the lapels of his coat, thrusting him inside her bedroom before slamming the door shut, and pushing him up against it roughly. "Mm, I think I like it when you handle me rough," he purred out, his tongue licking his bottom lip slowly. One of her hands moved to his dark hair, yanking it roughly and causing a groan of pleasure to leave his lungs. "No, I bloody love it," he corrected himself, seeing the lustful look on his wife's beautiful face.
"Shut up and take me, Captain Jones," Emma whispered in a desperate and needy tone that earned a growl from him. Killian leaned in and devoured her mouth as his hands moved to cup her bottom.
Meanwhile
"Charming, no!" Snow protested, grabbing her husband's arm as he walked towards his daughter's bedroom. "Emma is a grown and married woman."
"The pirate is putting his hands all over my innocent little girl. How am I supposed to not kill him?!" he countered, stopping in his tracks and trying to get ahold of himself.
Snow leaned up on her tiptoes and cupped his cheeks. "Oh James, Emma isn't that innocent little girl anymore. The look in her eyes was far from innocent when she dragged him out of the dinning room. They are newlyweds and deserve their time alone and their privacy."
"Emma's only eighteen, Snow ― you've seen the way he looks at her! We're too young to be grandparents. Hell, we have a baby of our own on the way," he growled as Snow chuckled softly.
"I love you, Charming," she grinned at him while Charming had a lost look in his blue eyes. "We've never been the normal royal couple or family, so why should we start now?" She paused, feeling the tension lessening in his stance. "Our daughter is happy again. Who cares if Emma's sibling will be only slightly older than our future grandchildren?"
"Grandchildren? How many kids do you think they will have?!" Charming asked, tensing up again.
"Come on, darling. Let's go to bed." Snow smiled, leading him to their chambers as a thud and a feminine cry came from the direction of Emma's room. She picked up the pace to keep Charming from hearing anymore or breaking down Emma's door to beat the hell out of Killian.
Emma's bedroom
Killian was having trouble controlling the overwhelming need and lust he felt for his wife underneath him, which is why his thrusts inside her were fast and hard, making her bite her lip to keep from crying out loudly. The next moment, her magic slowly began to run through the two of them. "God, Emma, I've fantasized about this so many times when I stayed here in the castle," he groaned, continuing the pace of his thrusts as Emma's hips rose up to meet his and a loud cry of pleasure left her lungs. Killian kissed her hungrily to stop her cries of pleasure, which echoed throughout the room. As much as he loved hearing it, he didn't want to risk Emma's father or the guards breaking down the door.
The magic running through the couple grew to such an intensity that it pulled Killian and Emma both over the edge. They broke their kiss and Emma cried out Killian's name as a loud groan of ecstasy left him. Killian wished to move Emma and roll her on top of him, but he was momentarily able to. "Did it live up to your fantasy?" Emma whispered to Killian, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
Killian managed to pull his head up and give Emma a very contented grin, "The fantasy did come close to comparing to the real thing ― but reality was much better. You are a bloody marvel and I love you, Emma," he said lovingly, gently kissing her on the lips.
"I love you, Killian." Emma smiled as Killian rolled them over so she was resting on top of him. Her eyes fluttered shut, unable to keep them open any longer. She fell asleep, Killian quickly following her.
The next morning
Emma opened her eyes slowly to see Killian lying next to her, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. She knew that he was mourning the loss of his father, even though he wouldn't talk about it. Moving in closer to him, Emma softly kissed him on the chest to gain his attention. "Good morning, love," Killian smiled, pushing all of his sadness and regret back. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, running a hand through her tangled long golden locks.
"I had the best night's sleep that I've had here in over a year. I dreamt about us traveling across many lands together with our family and crew," she smiled, placing another kiss on his chest.
"By chance, did I ravish you until you couldn't move or speak in your dream?" Killian smirked, raising a brow at his wife. Emma nodded at him, making him lick his bottom lip. "Mm, please tell me all the details," he seductively purred, pulling her on top of him so that she was straddling his waist.
It was Emma's turn to smirk at Killian at seeing just how much he desired her. "Actually, I ravished you until you couldn't move or speak in my dream," she countered, watching her husband's breath catch in his throat and his blue eyes go dark with lust. "Would you like me to demonstrate, Captain?" Emma alluringly whispered, getting only a nod in response from Killian.
Hearing Emma call him captain in that tone of her voice, along the nervous innocence in her eyes, had taken his ability to speak. Killian had never desired, lusted, or wanted a woman like he did Emma: she was his savior of his black heart and dark soul, turning him back into Killian Jones after hundreds of years of being Captain Hook. He stared in utter wonder and enchantment as he watched her kissing his chest lovingly, feeling her magic lightly running over him.
Killian felt the air catch in his lungs as Emma began kissing her way down his chest and then nipping playfully at his skin. His heart began to race faster and faster the lower her lips moved down on him. He had had many fantasies of Emma pleasing him with her mouth, but good lord, just the feel of her lips on his abdomen was driving him mad. Just then he felt one of her hands enclose around him.
"Emma," he rasped, forcing his head up off the fluffy pillow to look at her. Emma's head was level with his arousal, her mouth right above the tip while she stroked him softly. Her green eyes were looking up at him with desire, determination, and a hint of nervousness, making him go mad with his need for her. "Love, you don't have to―" he began to say, forcing out the words while his body was screaming for her. Killian's fingers had a death grip on the sheets because he didn't want to push her into anything, not trusting his own hands to behave.
"I want to," she whispered softly, licking her lips with her eyes set on his. Killian couldn't stop the groan that left him upon hearing her words and seeing her lick her lips. Emma's lips twitched up in a half smile at seeing how undone Killian was before her lips had even touched him. It gave her a boost of confidence before lowering her mouth and brushing her lips against the tip, her hand working him slowly as she did not take her eyes off his.
"Gods," he cried, feeling as though he would cum from just that simple action. His chest was heaving fast, trying to catch his breath unsuccessfully ― it was because her eyes were locked on his and making him feel as though he might combust with need. A grunt left him when he felt her tongue circle the head and her magic ran over him. Once her lips eased around the tip of him along with the light suction of her mouth, Killian's eyelids closed and his head fell back on the pillow. "Emma," he groaned loudly, forcing himself to keep his hips still as her mouth took more of him in.
Emma hadn't taken her eyes off Killian, who was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn't keep his head up. Now a strong surge of confidence, lust, and power rushed over her at seeing her effect on him. She couldn't stop the moan from escaping her mouth that vibrated through Killian's length as her magic increased dramatically. Killian let out a loud grunt of pleasure, forcing his head on the pillow.
"Bloody hell, Emma ― are you trying to kill me, love?" he groaned between deep breaths, his eyes devouring her with lust. Even though Emma didn't reply, Killian was sure the answer was yes by the way Emma's mouth began pleasuring him expertly and shooting him with magic at the same time. He ripped his hands from the bed sheets, weaving them through her hair as he lost all control of his need to touch her. A few moments later, Killian knew he was so close to his climax in what should be an embarrassing amount of time. But he didn't care about that now. "Emma. Stop. I'm. Going. To. Cum," He warned her with a long pause between words, looking down at her and gritting his teeth.
Emma moaned around him, taking him deeper in her mouth and increasing her pace and suction. Killian tensed under her, finally giving in to his body's need, and at the moment she shot him with magic, he let out in a loud guttural moan as his eyes rolled back in his head. He managed to hold his head up, but his cry echoed through the room and castle hallway while Emma swallowed his seed and pushed more magic into him. Killian grunted, thrusting up his hips as his head fell against the pillow, lost in his release.
Emma slowly removed her lips from his length, her tongue licking any of his seed that was on him and making her way to the tip. Killian was unable to move or speak for the moment when Emma's mouth released him, placing a kiss on the tip of him. Her lips kissed their way up his abdomen and chest at a leisurely place until she reached his neck, running her hands over his body on the way.
"Mm, Emma," Killian contently moaned when Emma reached the crook of his neck. He managed to get control of his arms, wrapping them around her waist, and he could feel Emma smiling against his chest. "You should be smug, love ― you're bloody incredible," he murmured, slowly running his fingertips over the soft skin of her lower back.
Emma raised her head to look up at her husband, who had a very contented lazy grin on his lips. "I wish we could spend the whole morning in bed, but Juliet and Smee should be here soon. And I need to apologize to Lancelot." She bit her lip during the last part, nervous because she had betrayed the knight.
"I'm sure the knight will forgive you, love," Killian reassured her, moving his hands up to cup her face lovingly. "He might be angry at first, but he won't have any choice but to forgive you. He won't have a choice, because once Emma Swan Jones is in your heart, there is no erasing her from it." He smiled, kissing her softly on the lips.
The Royal Sitting Room
Emma and Killian entered the royal sitting room holding hands. They both were dressed all in black, except that Killian wore a red vest over his long sleeved shirt. Emma smiled on seeing her parents cuddling affectionately, with her mother lying on Charming's lap.
"Great, now Emma's dressing like a pirate," Charming muttered to Snow, watching them approach. Snow squeezed his hand while giving him a reassuring smile.
"Good morning, I hope that you will join us for breakfast before shipping off," Snow greeted them, smiling although sadness flickered in her blue eyes.
"We would love to, mother. But would you mind if two members of our crew join us?" Emma asked, watching her parents get up from the sofa before walking over to her and Killian.
"Of course, Emma. The more the merrier ― I take it Smee is one of them?" Snow smiled, remembering Killian's first mate.
"Yes, and Juliet, who just joined our crew. We have become good friends," Emma added just as Lancelot entered the room. "Lancelot," Emma softly said, staring at him with regret and sadness.
"Emma was telling me that you have paintings of all of your ancestors. I would love to see them before breakfast." Killian turned to his in-laws, knowing Emma and Lancelot were in need of privacy.
"Yes, you should see them now that you are officially family," Snow agreed, taking his arm in hers. "We'll meet you in the dining room, Emma," she added as the three of them exited the room.
"Princess Emma," Lancelot greeted the princess, kneeling down in front of her. His face was devoid of any emotions while looking up at her.
"Lancelot, please do not bow to me. I do not deserve it or your friendship. I betrayed you. I'm so sorry." Emma motioned for him to stand and he obeyed her wish. "I was so frightened my father wouldn't let me be with Killian, despite how much I loved him. After losing Graham, I couldn't take the chance of losing another man I love, so Killian and I were married in Neverland ― but I was worried that you wouldn't let me get married without my parent's approval. Please know that I hate the choice that had to be made."
Lancelot stared at her for a few moments in silence, then let out soft sigh. "I know how it feels to have such a powerful love and to have it taken away from you...so I cannot blame you for doing everything in your power to preserve it," he replied, causing Emma to let out the breath she was holding. She launched herself at him and hugged him tightly, getting a chuckle from the knight. "Promise me that next time, you'll trust me instead of leaving me behind," he said, hugging her back.
"Yes, I promise!" Emma exclaimed, pulling away to grin at him. She then saw Smee and Juliet standing in the doorway behind Lancelot. "Smee, Juliet ― please come in!" She waved for them to come enter the room. "Juliet, I want you to meet my friend, Sir Lancelot."
Lancelot turned around to see Smee nodding at him, then his dark eyes fell on the beautiful brunette wearing a long light blue dress. "Hello, Miss Juliet ― it's very nice to meet you." He stared at her in wonder, then returned the dazzling smile Juliet was giving him.
"Sir Lancelot, it's an honor to meet you," Juliet beamed, bowing to him. "I've heard tales of you and your bravery. I never imagined I would get to meet such an honorable knight."
"Lancelot, why don't you give Juliet a tour of our garden? She loves flowers. Smee and I will meet you in the dining room," Emma quickly suggested, grabbing Smee's arm and pulling him out of the room.
"I would love to. Shall we?" Lancelot smiled at Juliet, offering her his arm. She took it, walking off with him.
The hall of portraits
"I can definitely see a family resemblance. Your mother Eva was very beautiful," Killian said, looking up at the portrait of Snow's parents. He glanced over at Snow to see her surprise that he knew her mother's name. "Emma talks about your family very often, and believe it or not, Your Majesty, I'm a good listener."
"My mother was a wonderful woman." Snow gave him a bittersweet smile then added, "Killian, I'd love to hear about your family."
Killian kept the look on his face neutral, holding back his anger and hurt. "Alas, I'm the last of my family, but one of my ancestors knew Elizabeth Swann. Do you have any portraits of her and Will Turner?" he asked, curious to see her and anxious to change the subject.
"Yes, it's right over here," Charming answered, leading them over to the portrait. "It was painted a year after their son Jack was born. I believe he was named after a pirate on the ship Will and Elizabeth both were pirates on," he informed Killian, whose eyes went wide when he saw the woman in the portrait.
"I can not believe it. It's her. The woman from the carriage was Elizabeth Swann," Killian whispered, staring at the image of the beautiful woman.
"That is not possible. Elizabeth Swan died over three hundred overs ago. The woman couldn't have been her," Snow explained, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"No, it was she," Killian said in awe, taking a step forward towards the painting. "Emma looks like her a bit. She has her bravery, stubbornness, and desire for adventure," he remarked as Emma walked in the room with Smee next to her. "I always wanted to meet Elizabeth Swann when I was a lad, and little did I know that I proposed to her."
Emma's laughter filled the room and everyone turned to look at her. "Sorry, it's just funny that my great-great-grandmother was the one who Killian proposed to as a child." She shook her head, shooting her husband an amused smile before seeing the confusion on her parents face. "Oh, I forgot to tell you ― Killian spent a few hundred years in Neverland before coming back to our world."
"So let me get this straight: my daughter is married to Captain Hook, who is over three hundred years old and a pirate?" James said, trying to take in this newest fact about his new son-in-law.
"You must tell me all about Neverland! I always wanted to go there as a child," Snow chirped, excited to find out what Neverland was truly like.
"I would love to tell you all about it ― Emma and I just returned from there, but let's talk about it over breakfast," he replied, walking over and taking Emma's hand in his. His blue eyes locked on hers, and she could tell that he didn't want his father mentioned in that story.
"Yes, let's go eat," Emma replied, taking her hand out of his so she could wrap her arms around his waist instead. Out of all the chaos in her life, one thing was certain: she would never stop loving this man. The bond they had was everlasting.