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Light Grasping Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Light Grasping Darkness
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
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With a sharp cry voicing the most basic of needs, Hook all but bucked his hips forward. His cock's surging thrust forward met with no resistance, Emma Swan welcoming him into the wet velvet heat of her mouth. His stunned gaze found the bold acknowledgement in hers, Emma looking up at him and understanding just what effect she was having on him. Understanding and embracing it, the woman pure sin as she bobbed her head down in a slow, deliberate manner.

Hook had to fight every impulse within him, his butt clenching as the pirate filled with tension. Fighting to resist the urge to go mindless, and just keep on thrusting into her, battling against the all too male and selfish desire to ruthlessly seek out his own pleasure at the expense of hers.

Emma Swan didn't help matters, keeping her swollen red lips pursed tight around him in a vise like grip. She was doing something with her tongue, rubbing it against the bottom side of his shaft. Hook all but dribbled, a steady flow of what he did not know, for the pirate was sure he didn't have a drop of semen left inside him.

And then Emma Swan began attempting to draw out that fluid, actively exerting sweet suction on the cock in her mouth. Hook saw stars, let out the most vicious of curses. This was insane, past the wildest of his many fantasies. Emma was doing things a princess shouldn't even know about, working Hook's body like a fine fiddle. And Hook wanted more, before reason and sanity, and more importantly guilt set in. Because Hook knew this was going too far, was asking too much of the woman he was compelled to kill.

And yet, in the moment Hook couldn't quite remember why he was supposed to kill Emma. Hell, he could barely remember how to stand upright, Hook's legs actually SHAKING. He was actually fighting gravity, and the only reason Hook didn't fall down to the floor, was fear that that would somehow make Emma stop what she was doing.

But the blonde was determined. And the sparkle in her eyes, spoke volumes of the fun she was having. Fun she wasn't in any way ready to stop. She reached for him, her hands going to his hips. Gripping him there, just above the slung low waist of his trousers, her hands not soft like a princess, but textured enough from handling a sword. A warrior's touch, electric tingles shooting between them at contact.

Hook was pretty sure he was spouting gibberish by the time Emma used her own grip on his hips, to hold him still for the bobbing motion of her head. Her long blonde hair framed her face, touching the inside of his thighs, and even that was stimulating. The silk like strands caressed and teased his skin, while her mouth made his toes curl in his boots, Hook falling back against the paneling, the wall the only thing supporting his stay upright.

He felt her fingers kneading at his hips, Emma continuing to bob back and forth along the length of him. Taking him deeper inch by inch, until she was almost sealing her lips down to the base of him. Hook shivered as though cold every time his cock was slid out of her mouth. Only to cry out, when the warmth immediately invited him back in, Emma far too generous to a wretch like Hook.

She was like no other woman Hook had ever been with. He had never known someone so generous and giving, so sweetly sacrificing when put in this kind of situation. Hell most women Hook had known, hadn't liked this particular act at all, and he could think of none who had actively made his flesh feel worshipped and adored as Emma now did.

He felt like a God, not the monster he had been tricked into becoming. Not the monster, and not the fool, Hook knowing he had been lied to, and manipulated, events orchestrated so he would find and use the dagger, and become the queens' slave. But it was hard, oh so hard, to recall just how those events had come to be, and what man would be fool enough to truly focus on anything else but the way sweet Emma's mouth felt around him. The way she looked at him, massaging his hips, then sliding one hand behind him, into his pants. He spilled without warning, at the contact of her hand cupping his ass, Emma caressing over his firm behind.

She kept right on caressing, her hot mouth eager and swallowing down all he gave her. All save for a thin trickle down the corner of her mouth, and then the room swayed, and Hook was collapsing to the floor in an ungraceful heap. He threw an arm up over his eyes, blocking out the spinning sights, his own chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths, Hook feeling as though he had run miles on pure adrenaline.

He was exhausted, his mind in some kind of euphoric haze, sexual bliss coursing through him. If ever there was a time for Emma to leave, now would be it. Hook would simply be too tired to stop her, the queens' compulsion be damned.

But what happened next was completely out the realm of his expectations. And it firmly established just how much control he had lost. And that was assuming he had ever had control in the first place once Emma Swan had set out to touch him with seduction in mind. Because from that moment, Hook had mostly like been hers to toy with. To use or abuse, to control and manipulate, to torment and ultimately to have. For if this was suffering, Hook would gladly endure a dozen times worse, for the experience of Emma Swan climbing on top of his tired body.

He didn't even think to protest, wasn't even that surprised when he got hard for the third time in a matter of minutes. Hook could only groan, and even tired as he was, it didn't stop his hips from moving, from pushing up off the floor to meet Emma halfway.

Dropping his arm from his face, Hook watched with a glittering gaze of pure heat and appreciation, as Emma got a steady grip around his shaft. She wasn't trying to tease him, merely hold his cock still as she lowered herself the rest of the way onto him. Even before he was deep inside her, Hook moaned, the wet inviting heat of her body alone enough to drive him insane. And that was before one took into account that this was the third time he was inside her in a matter of minutes.

It was as unbelievable as it was amazing, and then Emma was taking full control. Moving her hips in a downright furious bouncing motion, riding Hook like he was some wild stallion she meant to tame with her body. It was hard, it was rough, and above all it was fucking fantastic. He needn't have done a thing, and for the first few moments, Hook did nothing more than prop himself up on his elbows, watching Emma bounce on his cock.

She was beauty in motion, from the bounce of her hips, to the sweaty sheen that made her skin glisten. Her magnificent breasts quivered with every breath, actually did a bouncing all their own, while her nipples seemed locked in a semi permanent state of arousal. Just like he seemed to be, Hook groaning, his dick throbbing inside Emma each time she rocked back and forth, switching out from that bouncing motion, to a frantic rubbing motion.

He watched her bite her lip, Emma's eyes closing as she concentrated on the pleasure. She made the sexiest sounds as she did this, continuing her forwards backwards shifting, as if soothing herself from a pleasure that had been too intense, too soon. And just when Hook thought she was finished, that she was done with the sex and him, her hands touched his chest. Sliding a caress over his muscled skin, stroking nails over the lines of his abdomen before steadying hands on his stomach, palms down. Emma gave him the most devastating of smiles, did a little side to side wiggle of her hips then launched herself back into a hard bouncing motion.

He was along for the ride, Hook hissing, cursing like a mad man. Several times he tried to reach for her, tried to grasp hold of her hips. Each time she slapped his hand away, Emma bound and determined to control the pace of this, and yet Hook couldn't stop trying to touch her!

And then her climax hit her, Emma crying out. She tossed back her head, the ends of her hair the merest ghost of a tease on his legs. Emma shook with her orgasm, the words oh yes, repeated over and over, like it had become her personal prayer. Her back arched with it, her breasts being thrust out further, the mouth watering curves calling to him, demanding his special brand of attention.

Hook was all to happy to oblige, not caring if it was sneaky or underhanded to pounce on Emma when she was so clearly distracted. He shifted them both just enough so that he could plant his face between her breasts, affection and adoration being kissed into her skin, his stubble cheeks rubbing against the sides of both her breasts. Emma gasped during this, and then Hook felt the answering quiver of her body, the next climax hitting Emma right on the heels of her other.

Her creamy insides coiled around him, Hook hissing in pleasure that was almost bordering pain. Enjoying the way Emma's orgasm felt, the quivering convulsions that set him off trembling, throbbing with need. Hook fell back against the floor, his knees bending so that his hips were partway off the floor. Emma stay seated on him, crying out as Hook began moving, bouncing into her while latching his mouth onto her right nipple.

It was perhaps cruel to stimulate her so, to try and force out a third climax in a matter of seconds. But Emma seemed just as crazed as Hook, whining in need, pushing against his lips, her stiff little nipple a pebble against his tongue. He rolled it with his tongue, suckled at it with his lips, bit down on it with his teeth. He hooked his arm around her, over the back of her shoulders and neck, holding her prisoner against him as he used his good hand to grip her bottom. His fingers dug into her lightly tanned skin, leaving red imprints that would darken to bruises later on. Hook used his grip on her ass, to force her to move the way he wanted, the way he needed Emma to move, and they screamed together, words in perfect harmony.

"Oh Fuck!"

That was only the start, of what would prove to be hours of decadent sexual indulgence, the two seeming insatiable now that they had had each other. They repeated it on the floor, did it on a chair, against a desk, and ultimately ended up in Hook's bed. They experimented with positions, with touches and varying speeds. They figured out what worked best, what felt good, what didn't. And each time they finished, just when Hook thought he could do no more, Emma would touch him. She'd coax another rise out of him, and then Hook's instinct would take over, the man a slave to the need Emma aroused within him.

It was amazing, but ultimately exhausting, leaving muscles sore and aching. Emma probably hurt more than Hook, for she was still human, where as he had become some otherworldly creature. But even the Dark One needed rest, Hook almost relieved when Emma collapsed on top of him. For he had started to think that sex was the weapon with which Emma would use to kill him. But Hook could think of worse ways to die, and none that would have made him smile as much as he had done with Emma in his arms.

The Dark One too, seemed satisfied. Hook might dare say that both he and the monster inside him, were at peace. Content with what had been happening, with the woman that lay on top of them. His sore dick was inside her, Emma protesting when Hook had tried to pull out. Was it the intimacy of a connection she wanted, or was there more to it then that? Did Emma fear what would happen, should the sex come to a complete stop? Had she driven herself to a state of exhaustion in a desperate attempt to keep Hook from going through with the Evil Queen's commands? But the compulsion had quieted, not even so much a whisper of it in his head. Hook didn't know what this meant, or when it had gone completely silent, but he knew things wouldn't-couldn't remain the way they were.

"Emma..." Hook took her by the shoulder, trying to rouse her out of her sleep. She made a sleepy protest, and kept her eyes closed, hugging her arms around him. "Come on, Emma darling, now is not the time for sleep."

But she was stubbornly clinging to her exhaustion, Emma not even bothering to respond. Hook sighed, and attempted to sit up, trying to ignore the way even that felt titillating, considering how Emma was wrapped around him!

His bedroom aboard the Jolly Roger, was a familiar and comforting sight, Hook looking around the cabin, trying to figure out when his pants and boots had come off. Trying to figure out where the remains of Emma's clothes were, wondering if anything had survived that first frantic undressing.

Trying to untangle himself from the beauty in his arms, Emma clinging harder to him, leaving Hook to suspect she wasn't as deep asleep as the woman pretended. He finally pulled free, and left her laying on the bed. Swaying on unsteady feet, Hook moved around the cabin, spying the red leather jacket, or rather what remained of it. It was the same with her shirt, and Hook couldn't find or remember just what he had done to her pants.

It wasn't just their clothes that were a mess. The room had suffered too, furniture tipped over, things knocked on the floor. There was a section of wall ruined, the paneling shattered apart by his hook. They had made memories here, brought fantasies to life that Hook would never be able to forget. Hell, he'd never be able to be in this room again and not think of Emma, and what they had done to each other.

Hook could only hope the memories wouldn't be tinged with sadness, the pirate ever aware of the situation he found himself in. The compulsion had gone quiet in his head, but Hook feared it's return. The accompanying pain that he'd be able to fight only for so long, the thing he would have to do, the life of the vibrant and passionate woman in danger because of him. Hook couldn't stand the thought that he might kill Emma, that her death would be added to his many sins. And he wasn't content to wait around, hoping that the promise of sex would dissuade the beast yet another time.

Moving with a purpose, Hook gathered things from his closet. Most of his clothing would in no way fit Emma, certainly not the pants or the shoes. But a shirt he could give her, Hook not about to send her out into the world naked. He got socks for her feet, and though it would have little effect, he even brought out his sword, a twin spare to the one he normally carried.

Emma lay where he had left her, her blonde hair spread wild around her, giving the woman the illusion of an angel's halo. But she was no angel, far too real and wild, and made a dozen times better for all her passions and desires. Hook could have spent a lifetime just staring at her, comforted by the idea of Emma Swan asleep in his bed. But time was precious, and he had to get her moving, had to wake her up from whatever dreams Emma might be entertaining.

Emma fought the wake up call, remaining a boneless heap as Hook cradled her against him. Her head ended up against his shoulder, the woman breathing in his scent with a sigh. Hook tried to ignore the shiver that went through him, Emma rubbing her cheek against him with a sleepy murmur.

"Come on, sleepy head." Hook said, lips twitching with a smile. "You've got to get up now." He was dressing her as he said this, sliding first one arm into the sleeve of one of his black silk shirts, and then the other. It wasn't easy dressing a woman, Hook far too used to getting them OUT of their clothing, rather than in. But he managed, getting the shirt buttoned up, the hem of it falling down past her knees. He'd use a sword belt to cinch the waist, and shift her, so that he could lift up a leg at a time. Pulling socks over her feet, and marveling at the strangeness, the inherent wrongness of the situation. Because to a pirate like Hook, it was downright criminal and insane to be covering up the luscious beauty that was Emma Swan!

Hook didn't think it possible, but he wanted her again. Did that make him an insatiable beast? But he couldn't, shouldn't justify ravishing her, not when there was a chance she could escape with her life intact. Gripping her by the arm, Hook began shaking her, watching the frown appear on Emma's face, a moment before she opened her eyes and glared at him.

"Honestly pirate, haven't I earned a rest?"

"You've more than earned it." Hook assured her. "Rest and more...but I'm afraid we-you don't have the luxury of it."

Emma's glare lessened, her skin paling as reality came thundering past. A nervous swallow followed Emma jerking free of his hand, the woman nearly falling off the bed's edge in her haste to scramble away from him.

Hook did nothing to pursue her. He merely sat there, a naked and still statue. Watching as Emma looked around, took stock of what he had done. She didn't ask about her clothes, and her hands caressed the sword in it's scabbard.

"Why aren't I dead?"

"It's gone quiet." Hook told her, and she frowned anew. "Like the quiet before a storm. Emma, I don't think we have a lot of time...you've got to leave here...NOW."

She was nodding, not even asking any questions, not even to find out just where here was. Hook wished it could be different, wished they were parting on circumstances that were better than what they actually were. And did he dare hope Emma felt the same way? Or was Hook deluding himself?

Emma didn't walk, so much as run on unsteady legs to the bedroom's door. Hook didn't expect her to look back, but she did, some unvoiced emotion in her eyes. He couldn't figure it out, didn't know that his own gaze was equally full of feelings and unspoken words.

"GO!" He snapped harshly to her, and Emma flinched, then fled from him. Wanting more from her, of her, and knowing better, Hook could only hope this would be the last time he would ever see her.

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To Be Continued...

Story's in no way finished. :P Ah now I am debating how to handle the next chapter, what POV to be...it's probably gonna be an Emma POV. Mainly this ended a little differently from how I had been intending. But to talk about it here, would spoil big time what I intend to happen in the next chapter. (knock on wood.) So I'll save any musings about that for next time. (Probably...if I remember for the author's note.)

I like this chapter, but boy did it get smutty. Like it's quite possibly the smuttiest thing I've ever written, and let me tell you I've written more than my fair of smut. (A few people in one of my other fandoms even dubbed me the Queen of Smut. XD *shines crown*) I was trying to establish that the sex got to the point that they started to forget their circumstances. Or..well certainly Hook did, that his worries and the kill the Charming Command, was lost to the "I'm having sex with Emma!" part of his brain.

But is the compulsion quieted cause of the sex, or is something more at work? Well my dear readers...you'll have to hold on tight for the answer. I'm hoping to have the answer written into the second half of five, but if not five, then (Knock on wood) six.

Now I got to spellcheck and proofread...and then trying to organize my thoughts to start the next chapter. Why do I get the feeling it's gonna be a tough one to write. X_X

Oh and before I forget...I have a title now! I thought of it while working on the first half of four last night. At first I was gonna go with light seeking darkness, but ultimately changed it to light grasping darkness. It works as both grasping each other, but it's also a nod to the way Emma grabbed a certain part of Hook's body in the first chapter. *naughty*

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