King George and his retinue of knights had not been seen all morning. Neal had been looking for them around the castle to make sure they would not be causing any more trouble. He figured they went looking for their lost comrades that should be sitting tied up in a dinghy on the shore by now.
Killian and Emma took a turn around the gardens after lunch to keep an eye out for any unseen danger. As they kept their eyes peeled for any of King George's men, Killian took some time to observe how the color of Emma's dress, light blue, complemented her skin tone and her hair swept up into an elegant coiffure revealed a long, graceful neck that he wanted to kiss and lick. Her whole look was completely charming and sweet, though he knew that a sensual vixen lurked underneath. As they walked on the path towards the loggia, Sir Gawain happened to be passing through.
Killian froze when he saw the knight recalling the last time he saw him, sitting on a stone on the beach kissing Emma. It hurt his heart to see Emma so willing to kiss another man. He thought at the time Emma was close to regarding Killian as something more, that something they had between them was unique and special. He would have staked his life on it. They never spoke of what happened that day, only that it was the day Regina kidnapped her.
Emma felt Killian stiffen beside her and she realized what Killian was so tense about when she spotted Sir Gawain. She remembered that day on the beach when she wanted to forget that she saw Milah with Killian. Using Sir Gawain to erase the memory of Milah and Killian's reunion didn't make her feel so honorable. She needed to explain to her husband why that happened.
Sir Gawain suddenly felt uncomfortable seeing the princess with her husband, the pirate captain, but he figured he would let allow his courtly manners to mask the awkwardness. He bowed his head to Emma and Killian, "Congratulations on your new marriage. I wish you both much happiness."
"Thank you, Sir Gawain," Princess Emma replied while Killian just glared at the man.
Sir Gawain smiled back and his eyes couldn't help but look Emma up and down. It was a force of habit whenever he was around attractive females. He couldn't help himself. He'd be a rogue until he was an old, doddering fool. He quickly left as he saw the ire in the pirate's face.
"Killian, what you saw on the beach…I was upset seeing you with Milah and I just needed to get my mind off of it," Emma explained worryingly.
"I was ending things with Milah," Killian looked at her tenderly. "Do you still have feelings for him?"
"No! Of course not," Emma's words rushed out. "He had just been a knight that I had been flirting with before I met you and we kissed a few times, but that's as far as it went."
Killian figured as beautiful as she was, there would be other men in her past. He'd have to get used to this pang of jealousy that hit his gut whenever he heard of her with other men. It's not as if he ever led a chaste life.
Emma lifted her hand to stroke his cheek, "I didn't handle that very well."
"Well, punching the man out wasn't good form either," Killian gave a wry grin.
"You forgive me?" Emma asked.
"There's nothing to forgive, love," Killian replied. "Though, I'd probably need some help erasing that image of the two of you in my head."
Emma with a small smile on her lips asked, "How could I help you with that?"
Twenty minutes later Killian proceeded to show her as Emma lay nude on the bed with her legs spread. She watched her husband take off the rest of his clothes and crawl into bed between her long limbs.
Killian wrapped his arms around her thighs as he surveyed the erotic scene before him. A nude Emma never failed to take his breath away with her beautiful face, kissable lips, luscious mounds and bare pink slit.
Emma watched her husband appraise her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. She felt like an emboldened, sensual woman when she was with him. The scruff of his beard tickled the inside of her thigh as he pressed his lips along them. She felt his lips travel all over her thighs and alongside her pussy. She knew he was slowly drawing out her pleasure and it was working. Her hips moved of their own volition towards him and finally she felt his tongue on her pussy lips, tasting her, dipping in and out of her slit. It was like her insides turned over to make room for him.
Killian heard the delicious sounds coming from his beloved wife as he tasted and delved into her. He wanted to get her to the precipice gradually, savoring every sigh, whisper and whimper. Finally he dug in, forcing his tongue inside her. Her moans got louder as he devoured her.
The maddening inquiry between her legs was driving her mad until she felt Killian's two fingers rubbing circles at her pleasure nub. She started approaching the explosion and finally she felt a wave of pleasurable release come over her. Her universe included nothing but Killian and the sensations in her pussy traveling through her body, grabbing and grasping, muscles opening and closing.
Killian slurped and sucked on the juices from Emma's pussy. When he felt she was more than adequately sated, he gave one last kiss to her mound and was on his knees spreading her legs wider, inserting his hardened cock into her slick love slit. He pumped into her slowly, feeding the fires once again between her legs. He bent to take a nipple in his mouth, reprimanding himself for ignoring her perfect tits for the moment and tried to make it up to her. He switched back and forth from nipple to nipple giving them equal attention. Then he raised his head to kiss her lips that had also been neglected. He spent time feeding on her mouth to assure her he would not abandon them.
Emma tasted herself on his lips and tongue. He felt him enter her in both places, her mouth and her pussy, in a slow drawn out manner. Suddenly she felt his arms around her and lifting her upright, sliding her pussy further deep onto him. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started to gently bounce her. The movement created more friction where they were adjoined. His tongue was still inside her mouth, probing and exploring.
He let her bounce on his cock for quite some time while his hands freely traveled all over her body; down her back, molding her buttocks, then up to massage her breasts. He could never get enough of touching her.
Finally as her groans got louder, he heard her urge him on, "Harder, faster, please."
"As you wish," Killian hoarsely replied. He increased the speed of his thrusts and she mewled with pleasure. Suddenly the room was overcome by Emma's screams of orgasmic rapture. Emma's climax burst from her pussy to drench his cock with her deliciously sweet liquid heat. As he felt her come down from her high, shivers wracked her body. He ran his hands up and down her back to soothe her as she recovered.
He then lay her down on her back, his cock slipping from her wet slit momentarily. He was glad to be off his knees and stretched his body on top of her. His cock reinserted into her and began to pump his hips, seeking his pleasurable release. He let himself get lost in the warm, wet heat of her. Thrust after thrust, he reached his crisis pistoning himself against her thrusting pubis. He felt what seemed like gallons of semen into her welcoming slit, and, as he pumped, Emma bucked and whimpered. He let himself collapse on her still heaving chest, their ragged breaths keeping time with one another.
Emma stroked his hair and whispered gratitude in his ear. She gave him small kisses as he lay exhausted next to her.
"You're the only man I've ever loved," she told him.
He raised his head to look at her and gazed at the tenderness in her eyes. He believed what she said and it threatened to overwhelm him.
"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Emma," Killian said with his voice almost breaking. Their shared a kiss of sweet devotion to each other. No man or woman would come between them again.
It was the morning of the first day of Killian's trial and Emma's nerves were frayed. She thought it strange that every time she looked at Killian, he seemed unperturbed and unruffled. They went down to breakfast together with the rest of her family and served themselves at the sideboard. Emma only put a roll on her plate and turned to sit down when she felt Killian's hand on her elbow.
"Don't you think you need more sustenance, my love?" Killian asked with an inquiring look.
"As if I could eat now," Emma responded dully.
"Emma, it'll be alright. I'm a survivor."
He figured if the court found him guilty, he would just take Emma and go. No jail cell could hold him. He only went through with this trial so that he wouldn't have to take Emma away from her family. But what if she didn't want to leave with him? A small voice in his head said.
After they finished breakfast, he squared himself up to ask her a question. He held her back in the hallway before they went to the carriage to take them to the court building.
"What is it, Killian?" Emma looked up inquiringly.
Killian thought she looked so breathtaking in her dark blue dress with matching hat and her hair styled in a twist.
"Emma, if this doesn't go well, would you come away with me?" Killian asked looking deep in her eyes.
"Of course, I would. You're my husband."
"Would you be okay with leaving your family behind? Your kingdom?" he wanted to make sure she knew what she had to give up to be with him and that she really knew what her decision entailed.
"I know what I'd be giving up to be with you and it would be worth it," Emma said bringing her hands up to hold his face. "I love you and I'd sail away with you. Neal can inherit the kingdom when and if I go."
Killian was overwhelmed with joy that he tried to contain in his chest. He took a deep breath to relieve the emotion that was building inside.
She quirked an eyebrow – a trait she was getting from him – and cocked her head to the side, "Now, my pirate husband, do you have a plan to escape should the trial not go your way?"
Killian smiled through watery eyes, "Aye, you know I do."
"Good. As long as I am part of this escape plan then," Emma asked.
"Well, if you weren't going to be part of the escape plan then it would have changed to a kidnapping," Killian said jokingly.
"I should be used to that by now," Emma smiled. "I'd be a willing captive for once."
"No, tormenting your abductors with freezing water then?"
"There are other torments that I'd rather use," Emma said huskily. "One that ends in more pleasurable ways."
Killian groaned and pulled her in for a long, leisurely kiss. They were lost in the moment until they heard someone clearing their throat. They both turned to find Neal glancing at the ceiling.
"They're waiting for you," he said, then exited quickly.
Killian and Emma went arm in arm to the carriage that would take them to the court building.
Once they arrived, Killian was escorted to the bench where he sat through the proceedings while Emma sat behind him with her parents and Neal. Killian was bored to tears as they went through the preliminaries and the lost list of charges against him. Two charges had him startled – adultery and an act of unlawful carnal knowlege. Bloody hell! If adultery was punishable by law he would certainly go to jail, but no woman was ever forced. He had been no saint before he met Emma. There had been many nights he spent in the arms of many a married woman, but they were all willing. Married women had no claim to him and no ties. He would enjoy a few carnal nights with them and leave them happy and sated because their husbands were not able to.
Witnesses came to the stand to testify against Killian, but one by one Killian's counsel had proved they either had not been in King George's navy at the time Killian had commandeered the Jolly Roger or they were not in the vicinity when it happened and had no way of telling the truth. It had been a fact that most of King George's commanders and captains had been so disgusted with their king that they had quit their post or fled. The only naval officers left were men that had no morality or conscience. They had haphazardly gone after other vessels on the seas, practically pirates themselves but flying under King George's flag.
Killian's crew who had witnessed what happened to Captain Liam Jones had all told the story of how they were sent on a mission by King George to retrieve Dreamshade. It was a mission that was first kept secret but when Captain Liam Jones came back from almost being dying from the poison they all had agreed to turn pirate since they were fed up with King George's ways. They were glad that their captain was well but saddened when they heard he died. Some people in the court shed a tear when some crew recalled finding Killian clutching his brother's dead body while screaming for help. Emma was stifling her sobbing when she heard the story.
King George was not happy with this turn of events. He signaled for his men to bring in the next witness.
A beautiful, dark haired woman in her thirties was escorted by King George's men. Killian recognized her as one of King George's nieces who he had encountered on the high seas. He shifted in his chair suddenly feeling uncomfortable and shot Emma an apologetic look.
As King George's counselors cross examined her, the court found out that she was a married to a Baron and was on her way to visit King George's kingdom when Captain Killian Jones's ship had boarded her ship. They had taken her on board the Jolly Roger to ransom and also emptied the coffers of her ship then sent her disabled vessel on their way.
The counselor then came to the question that he had difficulty asking, "Did he…uhm…take by force…your …."
She interrupted him and said, "Virtue?"
He nodded.
"Goodness, no! I lost my virtue eons ago, then got saddled with an ancient husband. Captain Jones gifted me with the most pleasurable nights of my life and for that I am eternally grateful," she said with a wink at Killian.
Emma couldn't help but witness the obvious flirting and was extremely irritated.
The counselor continued, "But was it forcible?"
"Heavens, no! Have you seen the man? I practically threw myself at him," she smiled at the memory of her tearing his shirt off while the court room buzzed.
King George's face turned beet red. Killian closed his eyes tight, hoping Emma would not come down on him so hard and remember this happened before they met.
"But you both did commit adultery?"
"I did and enjoyed every moment of it," the Baroness still delighting in the memory of their time together and licked her lips as she looked at Killian.
Killian's counselor stood up and said, "Objection, I'd like to have adultery stricken from the record since adultery is not illegal in this kingdom."
Goodness knows, if it adultery were illegal many people would be in jail for that. King George's counsel withdrew the rest of the questioning since she wasn't helping.
Killian's counsel then asked her again if she was forced into sexual relations with him and she resounded and enthusiastically said no. Killian watched as King George's face was ready to blow up in anger. He did not want the Baroness to pay for telling the truth.
As the Baroness got up from the stand to leave the court, she did give a lascivious glance to Killian hoping he would return it but he did not meet her gaze. The Baroness did falter when she saw Princess Emma's angry stare. She continued to walk out of the courtroom.
Neal and Prince Charming had gotten up and signaled a couple of soldiers to follow the Baroness as she walked out of the courtroom escorted by King George's men. The people sitting in the courtroom heard a kerfuffle outside but no one commented.
Neal and Prince Charming had come back inside the courtroom to whisper to Queen Snow that everything was fine. Apparently King George's men had orders to punish the Baroness if she told the "wrong" story. Neal and Prince Charming had put a stop to that punishment and the Baroness was on her way home with a safe escort.
Emma stewed in her seat for a while trying to talk herself out of throwing a jealous fit. This happened before they met, she told herself. Both the Baroness and Milah seemed to have the same coloring and build. Maybe Killian had a type, she thought, but then she started remembering how much he loved her and she calmed down a bit.
The judge ordered the proceedings to come to an end for the day and to continue at nine in the morning the next day.
Killian sheepishly turned to Emma, "It happened a long time ago, Emma."
"I know and I'm not going to be angry at you for it," Emma stated. "As long as you never see that woman again."
"Of course not," Killian answered mildly annoyed. "There'd be no reason to."
Emma was rather relieved at the events of the day, but there was still tomorrow to get through.
I was dragging my feet trying to write the courtroom scene because I'm used to writing more adventurous stuff but it was not as boring as I thought it would be.