AN: I'm beyond shocked at the response this has gotten. You guys are all so amazing. Thank you! Thank you for reviewing, liking and reblogging on tumblr, following and favoriting. Wow! So I'm having such a fun time writing this and researching the myths for best way to integrate it into this wonderful ship and I'm so excited for what I have planned. As you know I'm taking this in a darker route so expect some dark material in the future and watch out for possible triggers. A bit thanks to TaarnaT for once again helping me and giving me all the motivation to write this. You are the best! Another shout out to Cris (iswearonkillianjones on tumblr) for making the amazing cover art for this fic. This chapter is un-beta'd so mind the mistakes. Enjoy!
Queen of the Underworld
Chapter Two
Decision
"You do not know how happy I am to hear you say that…" Killian smiled, pleased with himself and licked his lips before continuing, "because I plan to take your darling daughter as my new wife."
David paled and stepped back from his older brother, taking on a pensive state as if in deep thought.
"Not quite the reaction I was hoping for." He admitted truthfully, stretching his jaw.
"Forgive me dear brother, I am just taken off guard." He said meekly, his hand resting underneath his chin, his gaze lowered from his brothers.
"Do you think it a mistake or do you simply not approve of the match?" He rambled off quickly, a mild impatience in his voice.
"So quick to jump to conclusions," David mused. "It's quite the opposite actually. I will consent." David vowed. "I can't imagine a more suitable husband for her. My elder brother, ruler of Underworld…"
Killian managed a hasty smile at his brother's approval, a triumphant glint in his eye.
"But-" He interjected. "I will have to inform my wife. She will need to have final say in these matters." He announced gravely.
Killian's face fell, a clear annoyance crossing his features.
Mary was not his biggest fan and was certainly not about to give her most precious of offspring away to a man who would consign himself to the bowels of the earth; as if he had a choice in the matter. Mary would be contented for her lovely daughter to spend all of eternity with her mother; living safeguarded in the castle walls, to never know the touch of a man.
But Killian knew better; she was destined for a much greater fate. He would see to it that came to pass. Nothing would stand in the way of his prize. One way or another he would have her.
"I can't make promises…" He spoke surely, "but I will try and sway her in any way that I can." He assured him.
Killian forced a smile in his direction but he knew that the odds of being granted full approval were next to none.
"Until that decision is reached you are free to stay here; enjoy the festivities…" He rambled off hospitably with an encouraging nod, "make yourself at home."
"Thank you." He said politely, shifting away from his brother. "I plan to do just that."
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Killian fastened his mask behind his head; a dark leather peeking out over the top of his coal rimmed blue eyes that danced with mischief as he checked his appearance in the mirror. He flashed the mirror a dark twisted smile and fixed the collar on his coat before deeming himself presentable.
It was time to meet his lovely wife.
He had been waiting for her for ages; time meaningless to an immortal.
He entered the ballroom, disregarded by those around him as his eyes grazed the open room in search for his goddess.
He saw her across the room, the sight before him leaving him breathless. There she stood; a radiant beauty amongst her lower subjects.
Killian stalked the outskirts of the dance floor like a predator on the hunt, carefully blending in with the other spectators, never once taking his eyes off her.
She wore a beautiful gown made of rich taffeta in a charming floral print that was to remind others of springtime but instead it reminded him of his blushing virginal bride. The neck line was modest, the hemline left long and unrevealing. Her once cascading yellow curls now sat upon her head like a crown. She was simplistic in her beauty and had no need for flashy fabrics or large gaudy stones and he found himself longing for the day when he would be able to wrap her in the finest silks and drape her with the most impressive gems like the queen she was.
She was a vision; a vision of purity and chastity, just ripe for the taking.
She would indeed make a fine queen for him; a dutiful wife and consort.
She was luminescent; her pale alabaster skin flushing a pinkish hue as she tossed her head back in a melodic laughter, her beautiful pink lips parting with a dazzling smile.
The musical sound went straight to his groin, his pants getting tighter as he continued to observe her completely unnoticed.
Her eyes were an uncharacteristically shade of green, alit with happiness that glowed with a childlike innocence; her life untainted by the cruelness that the world held. Her mesmerizing eyes remained hidden underneath a hand woven mask that matched her dress but did nothing to hide her enchanting beauty.
Killian learned every angle and line of her face before turning his gaze to her body. The dress left so much to his imagination. Her parents had undoubtedly seen to that. Her bosom was small but ample from what he could make out underneath the fabric. He followed her curves, hidden underneath the dress and he glowered in frustration at having to picture what lay beneath instead of being able to see it for himself.
He wanted nothing more than to whisk her away and undress her; to gaze upon the lascivious curves that marked her as one of the fairer sex. He wanted to feast upon her flesh, to reach between her delectable creamy thighs and spread her warmth before taking her as his. The need bubbled and raged inside him like an inferno; the need to have and possess.
Grappling with himself he pushed forward as the crowd thinned around her leaving her susceptible and helpless to his advances.
"Princess Emma," Killian bowed gracefully, a regal elegance to his movements as he raised his head, a wolfish grin plastered on his handsome face.
Emma gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing as she rocked back on her heels, taking in his appearance.
There was a stunned silence that fell over them, her eyes shifting to his strong masculine jaw and the light dusting of hair that fell over it to his plump lips; his tongue parting the seam to wet them. She was struck by an unfamiliar feeling as she looked him over; his dark brow rising over his too blue eyes that were framed by dark lashes. He had a wild dark mop of hair that stood out in angles as if he had just awoken from slumber.
She had no idea what to make of him; a cheeky grin on his face that said, "dark and dangerous".
Emma closed her mouth with a sigh, admiring his broad shoulders that held a head with such power and grace that it made her tremble where she stood. His dark features stood out prominently with his attire that consisted of: black leather pants and a matching coat, a black shirt that hung open to reveal a soft downy of chest hair that led below the neck line, and a vest crusted in crimson silk that drew the eye to the center of his body and further down.
Her mouth went dry at the sight, the foreign feeling seeping into her veins for the man who stood before her; shrouded in mystery.
Killian gallantly closed the space between them as the other couples danced and twirled around them.
She inhaled sharply, the breath catching in her throat as he stood before her with his captivating smile and strong features that screamed for her to run away, but she stood still; frozen and unmoving under his gaze.
Killian captured her hand in his, her delicate hand as light as a feather in his grasp, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He smiled intently as he brought her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.
Emma shivered, her eyes closing momentarily as a chill ran up her spine at his touch.
Cold and lifeless.
"I've heard rumors of your beauty, but I'm afraid I'm left feeling unprepared and inadequate in your presence." He gave a light hearted laugh followed by an embarrassed chaste smile meant to make any woman swoon, though it had little effect on his intended target.
Emma retracted her hand from his grip with en effortless jerk, her mouth curling in disgust, "do you intend to mock me?"
Killian's face fell at her words, a long sigh falling from his lips as he attempted to maintain composure. "I apologize, I do not mean to offend."
"I'm sure you didn't." She said firmly. "You just think me a fool." She scowled. "I'm not easily charmed by a man such as yourself."
Killian gave her a twisted smile, licking his lips as he appraised her carefully, "you've lived a very sheltered life thus far and still you pretend to know those who cross your path?" He accused. "I'm afraid you have me judged wrong and I find myself quite eager to amend the falsehood." He spoke eloquently, his coal rimmed eyes flashing with a dark and dangerous lure that seemed to call out to her like a siren.
"Forgive me if this sounds too forward but would you do me the great honor of a dance so that I may prove myself to you?" He proposed, twining his arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him, eliciting a tiny yelp of surprise from her.
Killian gave her a smug grin, his hand fixed snuggly at her waist, his arm bent at his side as her hand clasped in his and he began to move them around the ball room.
They moved in complete synchronicity, her form so light against his as they flew around the room, her feet barely touching the ground with her emerald green eyes locked on his piercing blue ones.
His steps never faltered or waivered as he twirled her around, catching her in his arms then falling right back into the steps of the waltz. His stride was powerful, hers as demure and fragile as she was. They moved as one; fluid and graceful.
Emma lost herself in a blur of vibrant cascading fabric, moving in quick waves, the earlier chill still present but she wasn't deterred. The depths of his blue eyes seared into hers as if he were memorizing the small specs of amber that colored her iris's.
He was captivated by the woman in his arms; how she molded to fit him as if she were made just for him.
Her breathing was slow and shallow, his eyes never leaving hers as he dipped her; her vision hazy and the room spun madly around them. She held onto his shoulder, her fingers dragging against the leather of his coat as hues of black and charcoal assaulted her. It was something dark and eerie, something that couldn't be placed and it threatened to consume her.
Another draft filled the air and she swallowed, watching helplessly as he bent forward, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her clavicle. Such an innocent touch if it hadn't been for the fact that she had yet to be touched by another so intimately.
She allowed herself to close her eyes, her breath hitching as she waited for his serene kiss to encompass her but then she was back in his arms being spun again.
She spun, the air escaping her lungs and replacing it with a breathless airy feeling of weightlessness. An overwhelming sense of freedom washed over her, a feeling far too powerful for one person to possess; God or not.
She was left feeling dizzy as she was pulled against him, his touch slightly different; apprehensive and unsure. This was not the same confident man as before. She panned her eyes up towards his, finding a muted blue shade instead of the deep passionate eyes of her original partner. There was no life in his eyes. This was not the same man as before but someone completely different.
Emma pushed him away, scanning the crowd for a man that was now lost to her. Disappeared. Nothing but a distant fleeting memory.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Emma let out a soft cry that turned into gasps of ecstasy as she writhed in her bed, her fingers winding into the sheets beside her while her head thrashed about.
Her breathing was slow, her mouth parting in a sigh. The head between her legs was doing positively sinful things to her. She heard him growl contently as he sank a long digit inside her quivering heat, curling it deep inside her as if beckoning her forward.
Her body arched upwards on instinct, nearly bowing off the bed as the tension mounted.
Her rough panting breath quickly escalated as he continued to bring her pleasure; latching his mouth upon the swollen nub and suckling gently, his lips humming around her creating the most delicious sensation.
The touch was as foreign as the sounds leaving her mouth and her toes curled as a fine sheen of sweat formed on her brow.
The man between her thighs added a second digit, pumping it in and out of her with purposeful strokes, his tongue lashing away at her. She could feel the rough burn and scrape of his beard against her delicate thighs with his efforts.
Her eyes began to water, the heat between her legs unbearable and her body pleaded for contentment.
She began to grind herself against his touch, a smirk pulling at his lips at what he had driven her to; pure insanity. Every dip of his tongue inside of her quenched a thirst she never knew she had; licking away at the flames that plagued her.
Inch by inch, she succumbed to the pleasure until she felt it peak; her entire body shuddering along with her counterpart.
He quickly brought her down from the precipice with his tongue, lapping at her folds generously to rid her of the sweet nectar that coated her sex. He hummed appreciatively for the offering her sated body gave him, sparing no extra drop.
Her breathing regulated and her body relaxed with its release.
The dark headed man emerged from between her splayed thighs, his eyes meeting hers; green against crimson and his blood smeared mouth curled into a sinister grin. Her eyes widened, panic setting in and she let out a blood curdling scream.
Her screams echoed through the halls and she remained awake for the remainder of the night until dawn finally broke; bringing its gentle warmth and sunlight. Still, the man from her nightmare tormented her thoughts.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Killian stormed into the throne room, immediately drawing the attention of its occupants and he could already feel the narrow gaze of Mary on him as she gripped the side of the throne she sat upon.
His footsteps were heavy and steady against the floor until he reached the platform that housed the thrones in question.
Mary rose to her feet, tears in her eyes and she screamed, "You can't have her! I would die before she ended up with filth like you!"
Killian stood confidently, undeterred from her words with a cheeky smile crossing his lips.
He looked on as his brother shushed her, pushing her back down into the chair with a soothing hand.
"I'm afraid she is right." He heard his brother confirm and Killian scowled, his fists clenching at his sides.
"No." He muttered, his dire need for her eclipsing his sanity. "You can't do this. She's mine!" He argued. "She belongs to me!" He gritted his teeth, anger flashing across his face as he struggled to control himself.
He was completely unhinged; his breathing ragged, his nostrils flaring, his eyes cold and dangerous.
David swallowed solemnly, stepping down from the throne and pulled his brother off to the side to address him in private.
"What would you have me do?" He urged, treading carefully as to not anger him further.
"Control your wife." He suggested, biting back a snarl. "You are the authority here. Not her." He reminded him and David hung his head limply.
"I can't live without her Dave." He admitted desperately and his brother nodded. "I need her." He went on further. "I love her."
David blanched at the confession, stunned into silence.
His brother was serious.
"Killian, my beloved brother… " He gave him a sad smile, placing a hopeful hand on his shoulder, "I don't know what else to tell you. Short of kidnapping her... there's nothing else that can be done to amend this decision." He suggested and Killian's head rose to look at him.
David pulled his brother into a tight hug, leaning in to whisper, "you have my consent and that is all you need. Don't be seen."
"Was that meant to be a jest?" He gave a deep chuckle as he thought of one of his many monikers.
The unseen one.
"Just a warning. I wouldn't want to incite her mother's wrath and I'm giving you a head start. Go now." He told him hastily before releasing him.
Killian nodded a muffled thanks in his direction before taking his leave, retreating from the throne room as Mary called after him, "You will never have her!"
He smiled a dark and promising grin, his body erect and ready as he glared ahead.
"We will just see about that…"
AN: So things are heating up already. I'm really happy with the progression so far. I can't wait to hear what you guys think! I put my blood, sweat and tears into this one. The next chapter should be really INTERESTING. I say that because I'm still not quite sure how dark I'm taking this scene and in the myth it's been depicted so many different ways. I just want to do it justice. If you guys have a preference don't be afraid to say it. Thank you so much for reading and I will see you guys next time! –Cat, the smut princess.