AN: So we have a bit of a shorter update for you this time around but I think it's a proper follow up to the last chapter which received an amazing response so I thank you kindly for that. This is by far my most successful fic yet and it is all thanks to you guys! Thank you so much. This chapter would not have been made possible without the help of my continence and talented beta JJ (wordsmith-storyweaver). She is the most inspirational human being on the planet and I count myself so blessed to be worthy of such a gifted person in my life. This chapter does contain rape/non-con material so please use caution if you are easily triggered. Thanks!
Queen of the Underworld
Obligations
The horse slowed to a halt in the center of the courtyard, the mare backing up a few steps as Killian stilled it with the reins, a stern and determined look coloring his face. His face softened as he gazed down at his sleeping bride wrapped safely in his loving arms and bent forward, lips caressing the skin of her forehead as he whispered, "Finally. We are home my love." Emma still lay motionless in his embrace, his nose buried in her silky tresses as he whispered endearments upon her forehead amidst his gentle and reverent kisses.
Killian carefully cradled her head in his hand, placing the other underneath her backside for support as he hauled her more securely into his arms and dismounted his steed, taking care to adjust her nude and unconscious form in his cloak. He started off toward the castle, her head resting delicately in the crook of his shoulder, her breath soft and gentle against his neck as she slept.
He strode confidently across the long expanse of the courtyard, the sky its usual purple and pinkish hue above as lanterns lit the pathway that lead to the front doors of the castle. All around, the earth was dry and lifeless, a few dead trees standing in its infertile soil, their bark withered and shriveled from millennia of dormancy. The place he called home was always incredibly hot and humid in the Underworld's perpetual state of nighttime.
The doors sprung open at his presence with a single commanding look and he carried his wilted bride over its threshold. He tore through the grand foyer made of polished marble that broke away from the center of the room into a spiral of white and black that grew larger as it fanned out across the entirety of the room. Up ahead there was a set of large frosted glass flanked by two sets of winding staircases made of dark grey marble, leading up to a second floor balcony and the rest of the castle. Along the outer walls were large floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the courtyard and were covered with flowing white gauzy curtains that billowed out in a non-existent wind. The inner walls were a light grey color with elaborate hand-carved cut outs laced with gold in the crown molding that screamed luxury and grandeur. There were intricately carved patterns in the ceiling followed by a hallowed out round shape in its center, an impressive chandelier sitting prominently as the focal point of the room.
Killian continued walking through the grand foyer, shifting his lovely bride in his arms as he passed through the double glass doors to their bedroom—a long room in the heart of the castle, walls stretching the length of the first floor—and rapidly closed the distance between him and the bed that sat in the center of the room. The bed itself was unusually large in size, the dark wood tinted with gold; nothing but the best for his bride. Plush feather pillows encased in black and red velvet sat upon sheets of black silk with a red velvet coverlet with a thick burgundy pattern woven into the rich fabric; only the finest cloth and fabrics would do, materials suited for a Queen. Drawing back the dark gossamer curtains that wafted down from the canopy, he gently set her curled up form upon the bed.
Killian circled around to the opposite side slowly, his hand stretching out to caress the dark wood of the frame as he regarded the sleeping woman carefully. She was stunningly beautiful, peaceful in her deep state of relaxation. He hummed his approval, his eyes never leaving her as he slipped past the small opening on the opposite side of the bed and crawled near to her. He hovered above her, tucking himself into the curve of her body and brushed his fingers through her hair as he said, "I'll be right back darling." He kissed her head then lifted himself from it, stalking off into the adjoining bathing quarters.
The walls in the wash room were painted an off white with gold trimming. Against one wall sat a large luxurious golden tub that looked as if it were big enough to fit four people. It sat by an elegant floor to ceiling window with open sheer white curtains that overlooked the grounds behind the castle and beyond; he had often enjoyed the view when bathing previously and hoped he would be able to share its beauty with his Queen. On the opposite wall there was a large vanity set he had chosen for his wife, the mirror on the wall taking up a majority of the space, a plush stark white settee sat next to the attached table. Near the front of the room stood a shallow wash basin in the same golden color and he moved towards it with purposeful steps. Retrieving a wash cloth from its side, he carefully unfolded it then dropped it into the basin, wetting it in warm water, and then wringing the fabric before returning to his newly acquired bride.
Killian breezed back into the bedroom, cloth in hand and settled himself in bed beside her before reaching for her and laying her whole body delicately across his lap. He carefully unfolded his cloak from around her, baring her naked form to his gaze; the memories of what had just transpired between them causing his cock to twitch back to life in his trousers. Killian gently eased her legs apart, his brow creasing in concentration as he brought the wet cloth to her abused sex, cleaning off her skin and seeking to soothe the aches he undoubtedly had left behind in his haste. He frowned when he caught sight of the purplish bruises he had left on her thighs from his carelessness and he lifted his fingers to trace the growing marks.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered in apology. He continued to wash her, his movements slow and precise, leaving no trace of blood or his seed behind. He wanted her to be comfortable when she woke. When finished, he gently rested her on her back, removing his cloak and tucking her under the black silk sheets and coverlet, crossing her hands above the steady rise and fall of her stomach as she slept. Killian bent forward pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Sleep tight my love and when you wake we will start our new life together," he whispered and with another stroke to her hair, he guided himself over to a chair off to the side of the bed located in the corner of the room. He stripped himself of his vest and un-tucked his shirt before ridding himself of his boots before laying back comfortably into the chair where he admired his slumbering wife from afar until sleep eventually claimed him.
Her skin was on fire, burning. The flames flickered and danced around her, lapping at her skin as sweat beaded her forehead. She drowned in their hot embrace, losing herself amongst the flares that threatened to engulf her completely. She screamed and cried for help but the words died in her throat. She relentlessly gasped for air, the burn making its way to her esophagus as the embers swallowed her whole, her entire being slipping away into the darkness. Smoke permeated the air, stealing the life from her lungs and she soblessly wept for death to come and claim her. Thick black fog gracefully weaved between the flames filling her with hope for reprieve but instead it wrapped around her like chains and held her down like a lamb being sent to slaughter. She was helpless against it. Her eyes grew wide as the flames descended upon her, the heat melting her into a lifeless nothing. The world around her blurred, the edges of her vision going dark until it finally claimed her for its own.
Killian awoke abruptly to the sound of her piercing cries echoing off the walls and his heart thudded ceaseless in his chest, his immediate thought being that she must be in danger. He vaulted himself out of his chair, rushing over to her side and crawling into bed beside her, his hands sliding underneath the covers and wrapping around her from behind.
He curled his fingers into his palm, unsure quite how to touch her in order to calm her and comfort her. He did the only thing he could think of and that was to touch her more intimately in hopes that the pleasure he brought would override the pain that plagued her sleeping mind.
His hand moved up her body, taking infinite care to map out the sumptuous curves of her belly and the swell of her petite yet lush breasts and reveled in the warmth radiating off her skin. Every inch his fingers brushed were soft and smooth to his questing touch. One hand finally engulfed a creamy breast, kneading gently as he whispered soothing words of endearment into her hair, his other hand steadily stroking lower down her body. His fingertips swept over her ribcage, his touch light and delicate as he moved to trace slow sensuous circles over the taut skin of her abdomen.
Her whimpers and cries of distress quieted and he could hear her breathing quicken as he teased and tweaked the pert rosy nipple between his fingers, her body subconsciously submitting to his attentions.
His arousal swelled uncomfortably in the confines of his leather trousers and he rocked his stiff erection against her buttocks insistently in search of delicious friction. His body molded itself around hers, cool leather against her hot flesh as his lips dropped tender kisses to her shoulder.
Emma released a breathy moan, her fists curling in the sheets as his fingers deftly glided through the moist folds of her sex while rolling her swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb.
His fingers gently sheathed themselves inside her, stroking her inner walls in time with his movements against her clit until she parted her beautiful pink lips in reverence as her entire body shuddered with her release. He worked her through her climax, pumping his fingers in and out of her with all the grace and finesse he could manage in his now desperate state of arousal.
Her breathing slowed, consciousness drifting its way back into her sated body as he shoved his pants down low enough to free his straining cock and giving it a few teasing pumps with his fist before shifting himself over her.
The added weight of his body roused her from her state of sleepiness, her eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the darkness all around her save for dim light emanating from the crystal chandelier above, the crystals catching the dim lighting and making shapes against the ceiling that was draped in thick crimson curtains. She stretched in the cold embrace of the satin sheets beneath her. Her muscles protested the movement, her body sore and an uncomfortable throbbing between her legs.
Through the twilight, her demure green eyes met a set of piercing blue hovering above her and it was then that she consciously noted the prominent weight pressing against her lithe form and her eyes struck wide in terror at the sudden realization and recognition.
She could feel the silken head of his cock teasing her entrance, still damp with the proof of her orgasm; all the tortured thoughts from the previous night rushing back into her head, barely giving her even a second to comprehend the visions before he buried himself within her tight heat. She gasped at the unwanted intrusion, her body trying to force him out with every downward thrust of his hips.
He murmured unintelligible praise against her sweaty forehead as he stretched her, penetrating and marking her with every movement of his rigid length inside her. He was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, his face a mask of concentration as his breathing increased markedly.
She heard a low rumble escape his lips, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his weight slumping against her sweat-soaked body as his milky essence coated her insides. A slight grimace worked its way over her lips at the feeling; her body being used and possessed by a man made her skin crawl and bile rise in her throat. Her nails scraped and clawed at the chorded muscles of his shoulder blades in retaliation for his actions, hoping to make a mark so deep he would never dare take her without her explicit permission ever again.
Do demons even bleed?
Her nails wreaked havoc on his back, his skin slicing open, blood oozing out from the wounds she had purposely inflicted upon him. His eye twitched, his lips turned down into a menacing snarl as he growled deep in his throat, his anger quickly getting the best of him. He seized her violent hands from his back, thrusting them above her head as she thrashed maddeningly beneath him. "If you wanted rough all you had to do was ask, love," he muttered, his voice rumbling in a near snarl as he leered threateningly above her, his sated member still resting inside her.
His back arched as he cracked his neck, the welts and marks on his back closing as his preternatural healing dispatched of his wounds.
Her brows raised in fear as she trembled in his grasp, the drying blood thick beneath her fingernails along with the torn flesh embedded in them.
"I have been nothing but courteous and hospitable to my new bride. Tell me darling, what have I done to warrant such violence from you?" He probed curiously, a devilish leer pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Her face contorted in anger, every nerve ending in her body fueled with hatred for the smirking man above her. Gathering the saliva in her mouth, she drew forward and spat at him, the liquid gratifyingly splattering across his face.
His shoulders tensed, his hard-headed temper raging within as his face turned a deep shade of red.
"Hospitable?" She roared. "You kidnapped me from the only home I have ever known, lay with me against my will and treated me as mere property and for what? For love? This isn't love, this is slavery!" She snapped, her voice rough and expressive, each word landing harshly from her lips to his ears, meant to hurt and enrage him.
"You dare question my love for you, my sincere devotion?" He asked, his voice taking on an inquisitional and cynical tone as he leered down at her. "You think me cruel and selfish do you?"
He narrowed his gaze and his whole expression practically dared her to reply; she found that she could only nod her agreement, hastily looking away from the intense rage swirling in his eyes. "I may have kidnapped you but I assure you it was not without consent. As far as your virtue is concerned, I took what was rightfully mine and consummated my marriage. I will continue to take those rights with you whenever it pleases me because I am your lord and husband. It is your responsibility to fulfill all the duties which are required of a wife and that includes pleasing her husband," he explained sternly, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and tears began streaking down her porcelain face.
"However, I do not consider myself to be an entirely selfish man by any means and will seek your pleasure, which is a courtesy many men in my position would not extend to their wives. I care deeply for you and don't wish to harm you in anyway, so I suggest you not try my patience further in questioning the limit of my affections. Do I make myself clear?" He asked for confirmation as he appraised her carefully.
She sniffled, her eyes snapping open and instantly finding his, and nodded grimly.
He smiled his approval, brushing a few errant locks of hair from her face as she fought off the feeling of disgust that washed over her at his possessive touch. He kissed her soundly on her lips, enough to fill his craving for her taste, greedily lingering for a moment before detaching completely. "I've taken the liberty of picking out a few things for you to wear and hope they are to your liking. Now, why don't you get yourself cleaned up and dressed, and I will come collect you when you are done," he instructed, using the tops of his fingers to stroke the skin of her upper arm.
"Feel free to explore our bed chamber as you please, but I implore you to not make a man wait too long," he added, brushing his fingers down her arm before cradling her hand in his and bringing it swiftly to his lips.
"Your presence is most addicting and I find myself hopelessly lost when we are apart," he shamelessly confessed, smiling handsomely as she noted the traces of honesty in his voice.
"Don't be long, darling," he told her, detaching himself from her core and leaving her with a parting whisper of a kiss to her lips before exiting their bed chamber.
Emma sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard as she pulled the sheets up around her in a desperate attempt to preserve her modesty, even though the damage had already been done.
She hated him passionately and whole-heartedly.
She would play along for his amusement for now, but the second she saw an opportunity for escape she was taking it and never looking back. Consequences be damned.
AN: Again, a short chapter but the next one will be full of information and Emma's reactions to her new role, situation, surroundings, etc. I felt the need to not overload you here and just give initial reactions. I hope you guys enjoyed. The next chapter is going to be loaded with lore so if any of you have any suggestions or comments you want to make about what should be added then I'm all ears. That being said, don't be afraid to voice your opinion in a review (or PM if you're too shy). Thanks a ton for reading! See you guys next time! –Cat, the smut princess