WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS NON-CONSENSUAL (NON-CON/RAPE)
AN: You guys are killing me in the best possible way with the response for this so far. I'm averaging about 25 reviews a chapter which is just unfathomable to me so thank you all so much for the support! I hope I won't disappoint. So this chapter went through a very large edit which is what took me so long and one of the scenes ended up getting completely rewritten but it was all for the best and I hope you guys like this much better. I am so happy to have the lovely JJ (wordsmither-storyweaver, previously JJ-sawyer-phillips) offer to be my beta and she's just truly been a force to be reckoned with when it comes to my writing and this fic. Seriously this may have been a complete train wreck without her help and she brought out a side to my writing that I had yet to tap into. Also a big thank you to Kate (onceuponataarna) who continues to keep my muse up while writing. Please heed the warning if you are easily triggered by such things. I don't take warnings lightly, this is a DARK fic. That being said enjoy the next chapter!
Queen of the Underworld
Chapter Three
Kidnapped
Far beyond the reaches of the castle walls sat a meadow that stretched as far as the eye could see that Emma frequented when she needed a break from the mundane life inside the castle and it let her escape the rules designed for her by her over-protective mother. Getting there was a no small feat on her part. She had to be quick, cunning, and light on her feet to slip past her security detail but once she was there she allowed herself to bask in the solitude. It granted her a rare reprieve because she was never left alone for long. She was always watched like a hawk.
Further out, there stood a tree line that led into the dark forest but even she wasn't foolish enough to venture there. Tall moss covered trees beckoned, a menacing aura constantly filtered out in a greyish smoky fog that sat low on the ground.
Nothing of value and importance sat past the castle where the supreme rulers governed, so none of the other gods ever thought to look for her there, and mortals rarely stepped out of bounds so the meadow sat virtually untouched.
Blossoms of pale pink, blue, violet, and crimson covered the long stretch of plain—the colors lively and vibrant. The petals gave off the sweetest of aromas that filled the air around her with its potent fragrance.
The sunlight shone brightly overhead, warming her skin as she frolicked through the sprawling meadows, her silhouette all but disappearing through the tall blades of thick and luscious grass. She was surrounded by the blossoms that felt like kin to her.
Emma sank down into the damp earth and plucked a blossom from its perch, twirling it between her fingers. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, her lips stretching into a soft smile as she brought the bud to her nose and inhaled, breathing its naturally sweet scent.
She felt most peaceful when she was amongst nature. The more time she spent alone with it the more her troubles seemed to melt away leaving only a state of unmistakable bliss and happiness. She felt most at home with the flowers; she could relate. Just like her, each blossom was destined to be beautiful and stationary; marked for the enjoyment of others. It had one singular purpose to fulfill; she saw no difference between it and her. It was just something pretty to look at.
Although, she held title and position she was not granted responsibility and purpose among the Gods and Goddess's that ruled over the mortals. She was tasked to be silent, a mere decoration. She held a power which she didn't understand, a power she was unable to develop. A useless power in her own eyes and in the eyes of others.
Why give her all this power if there was no use for it?
The only time she used it was to bring life into the earth.
She felt understood by nature, and it understood her in kind.
Emma gathered her skirts and rose onto her bare feet, tucking the red bloom into her hair. She walked along the plain, casting her hand out amongst the grass and letting them sweep across her fingers, and felt each tip as it slipped past her skin.
The sun melted into her, kissing her legs as she bunched her skirt into her hand, the heat gentle like a soft caress. She danced and twirled, one with nature in her simplistic movements and the gentle winds billowed against the mesh overlay of her powder blue dress that was decorated with a pale ribbon and synched at the waist. The dress itself was simple and elegant; the silk hugging her sensuous curves. A dress her mother would only allow for play in the garden because it was far too crude to be seen in public.
She swayed slightly, catching her breath and drowning in the fresh air that surrounded her; her delicate blonde curls sticking to her forehead.
She fell into a soft blanket of earth to watch the clouds flit above her head, hearing nothing but the steady rise and fall of her chest. It was so serene and peaceful that she allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment and lounge in the silence.
She must have dozed off because when she opened her eyes the sky was twisted into a cloudless grey, a wisp of chill in the air, and her entire body shivered on impulse.
A dark humorless chuckle cut through the meadow and she sat up briskly, her hair tumbling loosely in waves against her back, and looked frantically around for its source. Emma clutched bunches of grass between her fingers for purchase, glancing all around her with no one in sight; the dark laughter became louder with each passing moment, her apparent danger evident.
The sky grew darker and the air colder, biting and nipping at her skin as she began to pant with fear.
"Who are you?" She asked the cackling winds, cowering into the long grass she hid behind. The voice cracked again like thunder and the ground beneath her shook with the force. "Reveal yourself!" She demanded, her voice faltering slightly.
She could hear the sound of hooves against the wet ground; picking up speed and from a distance she could see a horse as black as night emerge from the fog that thinned upon its arrival. A demonic horse, its eyes the color of blood halted a fair distance away from her, hissing and snarling as it stamped its feet in impatience.
Emma opened her mouth to scream but released no sound. Her hand jolted to her throat, stroking her neck as helpless tears sprung in her eyes. The horse roared, lifting itself on its hind legs and trampled as it drew back down before taking off at a full gallop towards her.
She was paralyzed, completely immobile as if held down by an invisible force to which she could never begin to contemplate. It pushed her down and the darkness reveled in her helplessness
She closed her mouth, putting pressure on her back teeth, tilting her head away and suddenly everything went quiet. She felt motion slowly creep its way back into her body and she coughed and gasped as her voice returned to her; her hand placed over her rapidly beating heart. Slowly, she gathered herself and leaned forward, her back arching as she pulled herself into a crouch on her knees.
Emma clutched at her head, her eyes shutting briefly as if to ease the sudden ache she felt. She shook her head, her eyes fluttering open only to see the sun peeking back out from under the gray sky, the fog dispersing. She smiled, picking herself back up and bending over to brush some of the dirt from her dress.
Maybe it had all been in her head?
She thought, the apparent danger gone for the time being.
There was a strong gust of wind that blew over the fields. It howled and whistled around her tossing stray leaves and dust in her direction. She averted her gaze, shielding her eyes with her arm as the wind lifted her skirts, her long blonde hair whipping behind her. She took a few careful steps, fighting against the gusts, her feet feeling as heavy as boulders with every step she took.
Darkened shadows reached out to her like tendrils, teasing and caressing her exposed skin like a gentle lover and the powerful sensation coursing through her sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. Once more her feet stilled on the ground as if once again claimed by the force, the controlling force that loomed over her, both terrifying and arousing. A thick black fog seeped through the tree line from the forest and swiftly moved over the distance between her and it.
Her pupils grew wide with panic and fear at the sight and she bent forward, yanking her unmoving leg as the unknown presence moved towards her.
Glancing forward, she screamed as the darkness descended over her; thick and immovable. It created a wall above, towering above her as if poised to strike then fell, pooling around her feet and a laugh pierced the air belonging to an invisible entity.
"Enough!" She called out to it. "You've had your fun now release me!"
She felt the darkness tickle and caress her skin but still she held firm and the invisible chains around her broke free upon her request. She stumbled forward, quickly righting herself, standing to face the unyielding wind and Emma dropped her voice to a whisper, "reveal yourself to me."
"As you wish…" the wind responded.
All at once, her world stilled; the wind dispelling around her.
Killian lifted the hood of his cloak that rendered him completely invisible and stepped forward from the guise and defense of the shadows and strode toward her with an unmistakable air of confidence and arrogance.
He stood tall and strong, his arms crossed over his chest; shrouded in black clothing that wrapped around him like a second skin. He was fiendishly beautiful with his blue eyes that seeped into her soul, eyes that could read her deepest fears and desires and the notion made her shiver instinctively.
She knew him. Had seen him once before.
Killian met her appraising gaze, a smile creeping on his lips, "Startling aren't I?" He chuckled with mirth. "Some people say striking." He gave her a proud and approving grin.
That voice.
Her eyes widened with the realization.
"You…" She said, backing away from him, nearly tripping in the process as her mouth parted in shock.
Killian cocked an eyebrow, smirking to himself and unfolded his arms from his chest. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? We haven't been formally introduced…" He told her in the most amusing and corrupt of manners, "my name is Killian." He gave her a graceful bow, sweeping his head down then lifting it to gage her reaction.
Emma trembled, her lower lip quivering in fear in recognition of the name. "The unseen one…" She admitted weakly in understanding.
"So you've heard of me." He nodded in delight, a pleased smile forming on his lips and terror prickled her skin.
Emma swallowed hard, taking small and careful steps back to distance herself from him, her entire body trembling as he advanced toward her.
"I know of you." He shook his finger at her in recognition. "I watched you from afar and you've grown into quite the enchanting beauty… Emma." He said, his voice dropping into a low and masculine rumble.
Her lower lip quivered at the sensual but vile way he said her name and she blinked once. Twice.
Killian took long steps towards her, his hand brushing past the same tall blades of grass she had only just touched but instead they cowered and wilted at his passing.
He paused in front of her close enough for her to feel the chill radiating off of him. He raised his hand to her hair, his hand brushing down her locks and her entire body tensed. "I've waited so long for this day Emma. You have no idea how long I've waited for you."
Emma flinched away from him but he wrapped an arm around her pulling her flush against him, preventing her from moving. She let out a loud whimper and fought against his hold.
Killian leaned forward brushing his nose against her cheek and inhaling her enthralling scent while caressing her blonde hair between his fingers. He swept back the curtain of her hair, his lips falling against her ear, "shhh." He cooed softly against her sobs.
She began to wail in earnest as tears filled her eyes, fear holding her in a death grip of panic.
He pulled her head forward, placing it in the crook of his neck while his hand smoothed the hair at the back of her head. He was deeply mesmerized by the way she fit so perfectly in his arms, her heart beating loudly against his chest and her hair felt like silk beneath his fingertips.
He could hear her muffled sobs vibrating against his neck and he pressed his mouth into a thin line. He rocked her gently in his arms, the foreign need to protect and comfort her overwhelming him. He hushed her softly, whispering sweet words of endearment to her.
She wept quietly into the swede of his cloak, the stream of tears falling ceaselessly from her closed eyelids at his unwanted attentions. Confusion and fear gripped her, his unique scent filling her and she began to relax; her lingering worries and doubts escaping her one by one.
Emma inhaled sharply, taking in his musky scent. He smelled of sweat with a hint of spice. His smell was intoxicating; designed to lure her in without question. Her head felt dizzy with the fumes radiating off of him and she slumped in his arms.
Killian released a sigh of relief as she visibly calmed in his arms and he continued to stroke her hair. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head continuing to murmur praises into her hair. He could feel her submitting to him and he could no longer suppress his contented smile of triumph. He narrowed his shoulders, his body molding itself to hers and he drowned himself in the warmth of her body.
"I'm here to take you home, love." He admitted.
Emma lifted herself from his neck in a dream-like state and gazed upon him sleepily. "Home?" She questioned, wide eyed and innocent.
"That's right. We're going home." He confirmed with a sweet smile as he moved to fit her face in the palms of his hands, his touch delicate against her cheeks.
She returned his smile, blinking rapidly with eyes, soft and wide like a frightened doe.
"Oh, Emma, we are going to be so happy together."
That seemed to snap Emma from her haze instantly and she wailed, pushing him away from her screaming.
His face dropped in failure and he moved forward to gather her back in his arms only to have her claw at his shoulders, fighting him in any which way she could to defend herself.
She thrashed and screamed; her calls of distress piercing his ears and causing him an inconsiderable amount of pain.
Killian held her in his arms, crushing his lips to hers to silence her with his kiss. He settled against her, his tongue prying her lips apart in an attempt to get her to fall to him in complete surrender. His face crinkled in desperation and hurt as she twisted herself in a struggle to get away from him.
He released her reluctantly and she panted for breath, angry that he had sought such liberties with her.
"Please…" He pleaded with her desperately, his voice cracking.
"Leave me alone!" She shrieked. "I'm calling the guards!" She turned and took off into a run, sprinting across the meadow as fast as her legs could carry her.
"You and I both know there are no guards." He called after her and she stopped dead in her tracks, her face falling and she turned back toward him.
"How did-?" She stammered and he appeared in front of her instantly, drawing her attention back in front of her.
He smiled, placing his hands on her small shoulders, "I know everything there is to know about you." He offered. " I know you better than you know yourself."
"How?"
"Like I said before… I've been watching you for a very long time. I've watched you blossom into a beautiful woman..." his hand trailed down her shoulder to cup her breast to emphasize his words and she snapped herself away from him in disgust.
"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded, lifting her hand to bat him only to have it seized by one of his.
He lowered his lips to her wrist while using his thumb to trace the lines in her palm, and her pulse quickened under his touch. "Seducing my wife." He replied, mouthing at the skin of her hand.
Emma blanched at his confession. "Your wife?" She repeated hoarsely, the word like venom on her tongue.
He simply nodded.
"I didn't consent to such a thing and I never would!" She gasped, yanking her hand from him. "I'd rather spend the rest of my days locked up in Tartarus than be your wife!" She spat.
"Well you've come to the right person to make that happen," he jested. "And I do not need your permission. You belong to me and I will have what is mine." He said sternly.
She released a shallow breath. "What are you talking about?" She insisted. "Who gave you permission to seek such preliminaries with me?"
"That would be my loving brother… your father." He stated.
"No." She denied, tears of betrayal stinging her eyes. "No. He would never…"
"I wouldn't be too sure of that."
"My mother…" She wondered.
"Will eventually come to understand." He carefully closed the distance between them and she flinched.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
Emma's eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks as the realization washed over her, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Abandoned and given to a monster.
He brought his hand to her cheek, rubbing her soft skin, "You will grow to love me and in time learn to respect me as your lord and husband." He told her and she sniffled. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted it, looking upon her, her eyes red and swollen, "I will have you Emma." He promised before lowering his mouth back down to hers, catching her lower lip between his lips and sucking gently.
Her soft pink lips were stiff and unmoving against his, his mouth devouring hers with a fierce passion that fueled his movements.
The pressure of his mouth increased, a low growl of frustration emanating from his throat at her incompliance and unwillingness to submit to him and his attentions. His tongue prodded at the seam between her lips, begging for entrance, his arm coming to wrap around her waist, coiling around her like a snake, his insistent moans dying on her closed lips.
Her arms felt dead and numb at her side, her tears running hot on her face as he bit down hard on her lower lip, a soft whine parting her lips and he sought the opportunity to bury his tongue in her mouth.
His tongue tangled with her dead one, his greedy lips pressing against hers with urgency as his prominent arousal twitched against her skirts. His lips detached from hers abruptly, bending down with an arm underneath her legs and another to her back to lift her into his arms, limp and lifeless. His hand found its way into her hair, tangling at the back of her head, crushing her into the nape of his neck as he strode forward, cape billowing behind him.
She shook ceaselessly in his arms, her entire body trembling in fear as he cradled her against his chest, being careful not to jostle his precious cargo with his powerful and determined steps across the meadow.
He could hear her low helpless cries muffled against his neck, her breath hot against his flesh as he carried her to a soft patch of ground covered in brightly colored blossoms.
Killian set her down gently amongst a bed of flowers; her arm carelessly strewn beside her head as she breathed heavily, her hair spread around her like a golden halo against the radiant flowers. Her chest heaved as she watched him remove his cloak, snapping it open with a remarkable ease and confidence, the material floating to the ground behind him.
He sank to his knees in front of her, her breathing accelerating with the impending danger, the fear radiating through her and making her blood run cold. Bending forward, his face hovering above hers, he cradled her face in his hands and placing a delicate kiss upon her quivering lips, his thumb swiping gently at her tear streaked face. "The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you." He whispered against her lips.
"Then don't… you don't have to." She sniffled, her eyes fluttering shut, her face contorting in pain.
His hand brushed through a few of her golden strands, his eyes growing softer as his lips formed a thin veiled smile. "I'm afraid it doesn't work like that." He bowed his head down, placing a kiss to her forehead. "Just sit back and relax… let me take care of you."
Her breath hitched in her throat, squinting her eyes behind her closed lids as he stood on his knees before her, his fingers deftly working to untie the laces of his leather trousers.
He drew the laces from his pants, opening them before joining her on the ground, covering her with his body; the cold metal of his charms on his chain pooling at the exposed skin of her collarbone. She could feel the proof of his desire for her beneath the thin material of her dress and she couldn't help but flinch.
She choked on a sob, her mouth curling in disgust as he reached forward, his hand smoothing the hair that stretched across the dewy meadow. His other hand trailed up to her breast, a low groan emanating low in his throat as he tested the weight of it in his hand.
He tilted his head forward, nuzzling her with his nose. "So perfect," he mumbled as if possessed by a force beyond his control, watching in rapt fascination as her nipple rose into a hard peak from his attentions. His head leaned forward and he brushed his lips softly against the start of her cleavage while he rolled the other nipple beyond the silk. "So beautiful," he mused.
"Stop… please." She begged, staring up at him, her voice echoing through his ears as the tears continued to stream down her face from her wide, panic-stricken eyes.
Killian gently lifted her hand into his, holding it against his chest as he loomed over her, "I know this isn't what you wanted. I'd have preferred it if you were willing but I need to have you," he petted her hair and placed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, "my wife," and another to her cheek, "my queen," and once more to her temple, "my love."
"You smell so sweet," he rasped, kissing the exposed skin of her opened neckline and inhaling her. She had a sweet floral scent to her that smelled like something akin to innocence and purity which only made him crave her more.
She cringed, her dull lifeless eyes shutting as he thrust his hips forward into hers, reveling in the promised searing heat that lay between her delectable thighs.
Pleasure coiled in his belly, his erection straining against his leathers and he couldn't stand to wait any longer. His cock throbbed with an overwhelming ache to consume her, to take and have what rightfully belonged to him.
With a hand on each of her knees, he bent her legs and spread them drawing a choked sob of protest from her lips as he settled himself in the cradle of her thighs. His fingers twitched, reaching for the hem of her dress and tearing it right down the middle with an audible rip, the scraps of fabric hung loosely by her sides and bared her to his hungry gaze.
She gasped, her lower lip trembling with silent sobs, while his reverent stare feasted upon her naked body in complete adoration.
He had a way of making her feel weak and vulnerable in her state of undress, his eyes hard and lustful as he took in every luscious curve and line of her body.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured in awe as he lowered his lips to her breast and sucked the tight bud into his mouth while cupping her other mound and rolling the nipple with his thumb. Killian drew soft circles over her stomach, each caress as light as a feather against her skin.
"Lovely," he crooned, admiring the way her nipples pebbled at his touch before alternating his attentions, his mouth and tongue taking up residence on the other while working its twin with his hand. He moaned against her breast, rutting against her, his tongue flicking against the puckered bud.
She croaked, flinching from his unwanted ministrations, the tears had stopped for now but the streaks they left on her beautiful face still remained.
He released her reluctantly before continuing with his exploration of her gorgeous body. His fingers traced the skin just below her breasts, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His lips followed the path of his fingertips until his mouth was poised over her sex and he pressed his nose against the soft downy of curls that covered her, inhaling her scent, a rich and intoxicating scent that made his blood sing.
His pupils grew wider, darkening with lust as his hand roved over her thigh, massaging it possessively as his eyes met hers once again, "I can't wait to taste you, my love," he said promisingly, his voice low and needy.
Emma bit back another noiseless sob, shaking her head feebly before he cast his eyes back to her flesh.
She bit down on her lip as he touched her, running his finger over the seam of her lips, her face scrunching with the increasing pressure with which he touched her with.
"Has anyone ever touched you like this before Emma?" He asked, his voice hoarse as he carefully and methodically circled her sensitive bundle of nerves. He looked at her, his stare seeping through her very soul as he waited for her answer.
"No," she growled, gritting her teeth as her body fought itself against the unwanted attention.
Killian's face softened, seemingly pleased with her response.
He would be the first and the last to ever touch her.
The thought made him swell with a manly pride.
He paused, licking his lips. "And you've never touched yourself like this?" He swallowed thickly, his eyes wide with wonder as he increased the pressure of his finger against her clit.
She squirmed in his hold as he bent forward, sinking his tongue between her folds and licking a long teasing stripe against her, his eyes falling back upon hers once he finished.
"No," she hissed.
She was untainted.
Whole.
Completely untouched.
"Mine," he declared in a near animalistic growl as he savagely parted her with his fingers, sliding a digit inside of her, only to be met with a tight resistance.
His finger stretched her, caressing her sensitive flesh as he pumped it in out of her slowly with precise movements. A second finger filled her, joining the other in tandem as he worked it in out of her as she shut her eyes tightly against the uncomfortable foreign intrusion. "You are so tight," he groaned, brushing his other hand against her curls as he began to scissor his fingers inside her, preparing her for his cock.
Emma frowned, her face pained as he manipulated her flesh to his will.
He bent forward, resting himself over her, burying his face in her warm neck, his hips thrusting forward violently against hers as he increased the speed of his fingers. "You feel so good around my fingers… I can't wait to be inside you," he whispered throatily against her neck as he pressed soft kisses against her skin.
Emma breathed a long sigh of relief when he finally withdrew his fingers, the discomfort leaving behind a dull ache.
Sitting up, he dragged his fingers together, testing the wetness on them.
She wasn't wet enough.
Shifting into a comfortable position between her thighs, his arms wrapped themselves around her legs, pulling her towards him, his breath warm against her center and her entire body shivered.
Killian drew her to his mouth like an exotic piece of fruit, his tongue finding her succulent flesh and sucking it between his lips. He laved her with his tongue, bathing her in his saliva. He nuzzled his nose against her curls, breathing her in deeply as he lapped at her core with careful and purposeful strokes.
Her heart thrummed unevenly in her chest as she thrashed about, unsure if she was pulling away from him or getting closer to the pleasure his mouth was making on her. The feeling was unlike any she had ever experienced and she continued to fight against the intrusion. She wriggled in his grasp as he continued to exuberantly lap at her most sensitive and sacred place sending a rush of unexpected wetness from where his mouth latched on to her.
He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, the taste sublime on his tongue and she could feel him vibrate against her with his insistent moans as he gripped her more firmly preventing her from moving. "Stop resisting," he chided, his breath warm against her soaked flesh, "give in to the pleasure." He ran his hand softly up and down her leg. "Give in to me," he murmured, his voice trailing off as he attached his mouth to where she ached, she now realized, for more.
She audibly gasped when she felt his mouth back on her, swirling his tongue inside her with unanticipated care and devotion in his caress. She had no idea it could be like this. She was drowning in the feeling it provided. Her entire body was on fire, being licked by flames, the heat near unbearable as he lashed away at her, fanning the flames that threatened to consume her.
She felt the pressure in her body building, her breathing quickening under his unrelenting touch. Her back arched unwittingly, her hand subconsciously moving into his hair to urge him on, praying he would never stop.
His eyes fluttered to hers, gazing upon her majestic body covered in sweat, her face flushed in pleasure—pleasure he had given her—and pride surged through him. "Do you feel that Emma? Do you feel what I do to you?" he asked, his voice husky and sensual as he placed a gentle kiss upon her nest of silky blonde curls.
Emma whined softly, unintentionally begging for the return of the sensation his mouth provided.
He knelt on his knees before her and shoved his pants down to sit below his buttocks, freeing his straining member from its leather prison. He then brought his hand to his mouth, spitting into his palm before bringing it to his length, lathering it with his own natural lubrication.
The world around her slowed, even the rustling of grass fell dead and the cold grey cloudless sky overhead stilled in silent worship as he righted himself above her, his manhood thick in his hand as he guided it to her entrance.
Her eyes glazed over and her mouth parted as if to protest, but she was far too weak to give the command. She tensed, her eyes hallow save the moisture that leaked from them, running down her cheeks as she prepared herself for the worst feeling imaginable. Her eyes snapped shut as she felt him press against her, edging his way inside her unbreached fortress, stretching her thin as he forced himself inside.
He tilted his head, his eyes soft in silent apology as he stroked her tear streaked face reverently. "I love you." He declared in a soft lilt, averting his gaze to where they were partially joined to push past her virgin's barrier.
She winced in pain, letting out a soft moan of discomfort. The stretch burned as he filled her, pushing each agonizing inch of himself inside until he sheathed himself completely.
He released a long sigh of relief, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of her wrapped around him, his face contorting in pleasure of being inside her warm inviting heat.
The sound of her racing heart was all she heard as she struggled to adjust to the rough, unaccustomed intrusion and she prayed he would have mercy on her and take her as slowly as he had with his mouth, but from the low murmurings overheard in the castle gossip this was to be a most unpleasant experience.
He jerked himself inside her experimentally, adding to the growing soreness between her legs and she winced once more.
Killian bent forward, his sweaty forward flush with hers to whisper against her lips. "Relax, my love," he chided, brushing the stray locks of hair from her face. He felt her clamp down around him and his mouth opened in silent praise, the action only adding to her misery. "Emma, my love, you have to let go," he told her, his thumb caressing her cheek, "I don't wish to cause you unnecessary pain… relax."
His lips attached themselves to hers, gifting her with a chaste kiss before saying, "Relax. Trust me."
Emma shook her head furiously, pushing on his shoulders in an attempt to remove him from her but he was strong and unyielding inside her and on top of her.
He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth with the strength to hold himself still inside her when all he wanted to do was thrust into her with wild abandon until he filled her with his seed. She was incredibly hot and tight around him and the sensation was driving him insane with need. He rolled his hips and felt himself stiffen further, the blissful feeing it yielded making him groan and shutter; he could feel his control withering away with every passing second.
"Fuck!" he cursed and with a wave of his hand, he felt her muscles relax against him. He steeled himself within her, beginning to take her with careful and shallow thrusts.
He was thick and rigid inside her. Hard but soft, almost silky. It was unexpected but not completely unpleasant.
"You feel incredible." He panted in praise, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he picked up his pace inside her with a satisfying grunt. He plunged into her amid her soft gasps, a look of sheer awe painted on his face as he watched his cock disappear between her thighs. "Bloody beautiful."
He drew back then drove forward swiftly, burying himself in her quivering heat again and again as he gazed down at the beauty in his arms; her eyes shut tightly to fight off the growing pleasure she no doubt was slowly succumbing to. "Mine!" He chanted it like a prayer, punctuating each word with a firm and purposeful thrust.
"Let me hear you… let me hear what I do to you," he groaned, his voice desperate with his plea.
She moaned quietly, her mewls of pleasure feminine and demure as if refusing to let him know just how much he affected her.
"Oh Emma," he said, his eyes shining with adoration at the angelic noises she made from her sinful lips. "I can't believe you're finally mine." He moaned hoarsely, rocking himself against her until he felt the pressure build and coil within him.
He rutted his hips relentlessly with an uncontrollable moan of ecstasy as sweat beaded his forehead. He continued to pump himself into her, losing some of the grace and precision of his previous thrusts the closer he got to his impending climax.
Killian slipped a hand to where they were joined, rubbing the spot above the apex of her thighs in smooth circles and watching in rapt attention as her mouth parted in heady cries, her face contorting in near bliss. "Let go Emma," he nodded his head in encouragement.
Her eyes fluttered open upon the sound of her name, the man that took her virginity from her without a second thought hovering over her, his face inches from hers. She shook her head resiliently.
"Let go… relax… trust me." He promised.
"No!" she croaked, "Never trust you."
Killian furrowed his brow, increasing the pressure on her clit.
She cried out in pain as he moved in quick rapid thrusts within her, his attentions to her clit never ceasing, causing more pain than pleasure.
He felt his balls tighten, his entire body going stiff as he shuddered his release, his hand falling from her curls as he went limp.
She felt the unfamiliar rush of being filled with his sticky fluid, coating her inner walls and her body felt as if it had been used.
He fell against her, his sweaty head pressed up against her soft bosom as he attempted to control his breathing, a careful palm on each of her sides keeping the majority of his weight off of her.
Killian pulled back, releasing his softening cock from her hold and tucked it back into his pants before tying them back up.
She watched awkwardly as he laid beside her, the soreness between her legs present as his milky seed seeped from her core.
He wrapped her up in his arms for a moment and laid her comfortably against his chest, placing her on top of him and pressing soft kisses into her hair. Killian crossed his ankles, propping his head upon the pillow of his arm as he appraised his debauched bride through satisfaction-lidded eyes. He placed his hand underneath her chin, raising it to meet his penetrating gaze; her eyes red with moisture, a prominent contrast against her pale and angelic features.
Emma sniffled, her eyes dull within her half-opened lids.
Killian gathered her into his arms, his hands coming to cup her face in his palms, "We are married now my love." He smiled softly, caressing her face.
Her breathing slowed until she was gasping for breath, the world around her growing faint, her vision blurring. She could barely hear the sound of his words of desperation, his voice muffled until there was nothing but silence then all at once everything stopped and faded to black.
She fell boneless against his body, and he sat up and lifted her to lay across his lap, panic sweeping over him as he shook her in an attempt to wake her to no avail. Her heart still beat with life, so she was simply unconscious for the time being.
He carefully lifted the back of her head, his lips meeting her forehead in a gentle kiss before removing the remainder of her ruined dress, which disappeared as soon as the fabric touched the ground leaving no trace of its existence.
He supported her with his arm resting underneath her thighs and at her back, lifting himself off the ground as his cloak floated over to him without a single command, only the knowledge that it was being summoned. He took special care wrapping her within its velvety embrace, covering her limp and vulnerable body with its warmth and safety then cradling her against his chest.
He gave a short commanding whistle, his mare galloping out of the fog to meet him. He draped his unconscious bride across the horse and saddled himself astride his stead before pulling her upright and seated her across his lap, tucking her head underneath his chin. He took the reins as the horse trotted restlessly in place and waved his hand giving the command for the earth to open.
The land bent, splitting in two, bright embers emanating from the pit that led to the world below.
Killian peered at the gaping hole in the ground and kicked his heels against the horse's side then took off at a full gallop before disappearing down into the crack in the earth.
The gateway sealed behind them, a brightly colored bed of unusual blossoms left behind in its place, the place where he had taken her virginity, binding her to him, and irrevocably made her his.
AN: I'm positively itching to know what you guys thought. I had some mighty big shoes to fill when it came to writing this particular scene because it's such a key part to the myth. For those of you aren't familiar with the myth, that actually happened and is probably one of the most well-known scenes in Greek Mythology. I've never actually written anything quite like this before so it was defiantly a huge but rewarding challenge to undertake. I'm open to all types of feedback but as a reminder, I want to tell you to please use CONSTRUCTIVE feedback especially with the subject material involved in this chapter. If you are interested in the graphic that accompanies this fic made by the lovely Cris (iswearonkillianjones) the link can be found in my bio on my author page here on . Thank you so much for reading and until next time (whenever that will be). –Cat, the smut princess