Steaming Shadows - 3
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She looked up into my eyes.
Such pretty eyes.
I must explain this to you, the situation I found myself in was pleasant and new. Emma was all dolled up, dressed in a gown fit for a princess, and was seated in front of me. This was the first time in weeks that we were all seated together for breakfast.
Even though it was morning my Emma looked tired despite her quiet night. Usually I would pick the darkest hours of the night, when Henry would be sleeping, to satisfy my delirious ache for sex. I suppose I should blame my powers for it, because as a human man I never had the need to do it so often. Now I had become insatiable. But last night I had left her to herself and she looked more tired than usual. Perhaps it was because I had taken her out of her cell in the tower. Her surroundings had changed, she must be feeling weary by all the change and by the light that after days spent in the dark finally reached her eyes.
Henry was at our side, happily chatting. He moved his fork about and gave her a grin. "I'm glad to see you're doing better, mom." He told her in his cheery voice. Did he not notice the tired look on her face?
I raised a brow and continued to chew on my magically prepared food. Power was everything, family was more. I finally had found a way to combine these elements.
Henry snorted. "You see, pretty soon you'll be your old self again and we can be a perfect family. You and dad." He smiled briefly at me and I felt my heart hammer inside my chest. Why did he have to make me feel so loved and proud at the same time? He truly was the son I had wished for me entire life. He truly was a Stiltskin.
Emma glanced at me before she pricked her food again. She had been toying with it for a while now, head resting in her hand and elbow on the table. She sat hunched over her plate and looked plainly miserable.
"I told you Henry, I am not crazy." Oh, so there was some force in her left. Some fighting spirit. I felt my cock spring to life. I'd have to take care of that attitude after breakfast.
"No you did not." Henry replied. "You told me you thought you were going insane."
"That was before we left Storybrooke, Henry." Emma said, voice a whine. "Way before the curse was broken."
Henry smiled at her and reached out for her hand to take it in his own and comfort her. "Look, I know everything must be confusing you, mom."
She grumbled, almost inaudibly, that he could say that again.
"But," our son continued, "that is only to be expected. You're in a new environment, a new world. You just found dad again. You are seeing things you've never seen before. But once you recognize us again, once you accept us as your family, everything will be fine."
I smiled too, maliciously, and added. "He's right. Once you accept your place in our family and this world we'll be fine."
She growled at me. "My place is that of a princess, not a slave."
Henry flinched and I grew angry. How dare she in front of our child?
"Mom, you're no one's slave. You are a princess. You are my mom."
It was as if she was going to protest but when she caught my stare she suddenly backed down and crouched over her meal.
"We love you, mom." Henry pleaded, and I watched him as he finished his plate.
"I'll be back soon." He said, shoving his empty plate aside. I hadn't noticed I'd been staring all this time. Apparently I had been engulfed by watching Emma eat. I turned to my son and smiled, then reached out a hand for him. "Where are you going?"
He smiled and took my hand in his, folding my fingers and closing my hand with his wrapped around it. "To grandma and grandpa. You know how worried they were last time."
I glanced at Emma from the corner of my eyes but she did not seem to hear our conversation. Perhaps it was better this way. I had to fend her parents off thrice now. At first I tried to avoid their questions about Emma's whereabouts and if I had seen her. But the second time they came around Henry accidentally had run into them and I couldn't keep Emma and Henry's presence a secret.
Snow and Charming were relieved to finally find Henry, and in a way relieved that Henry had found his father. It was obvious by looking at our skins alone that we are father and child. I hadn't much defending and explaining to do for Henry had told his grandparents that Emma was all right. Granted, he said she was suffering from a cultural shock and could not be seen because she needs her rest. Snow had protested and insisted to see her daughter, but both Henry and I claimed Emma could not be disturbed. A same kind of thing happened the third time they came around.
Henry's eyes were sparkling. "I need to tell them everything is fine and mom is improving." I glanced at the princess and thought of the ways she had been pleasing me as of late. I hummed. "She certainly is improving, dearie."
I kissed Henry's head. "All right, but be back before supper." He nodded and dashed off.
Now all my attention was back on the beautiful blonde princess in front of me, who by now had finished her meal and looked up at me. She had such beautiful, captivating eyes.
I licked my lips, unaware of the action, and gripped the sides of the table hard.
Emma was chained to her chair. The chain was attached to the collar around her neck and would allow her some room for movement. But escape she could not. I grinned at her and she gave me a foul sneer.
"You brainwashed him." She said, voice hoarse and bitter. "You brainwashed our son. My pride. My Henry."
I chortled. "Oh, You mean to say you don't recognize him anymore?"
She snapped at me. "He is still my baby."
"And mine." I confirmed haughtily. She glanced away.
"Emma," I sung, and I continued to chant her name caringly and sweet until she glared up at me and I was assured of her attention.
"Don't use my name like that." She said with a scowl, and I chuckled.
"A name has power, dearie. I'm afraid your mother, Snow, has given me all the power over you I needed, even before you were born." I smirked and folded my hands. "Emma."
I knew mentioning her name made her shiver. I knew the power of her name was something I loved to abuse. It made her so much more dependent on me. Her name was like my dagger; absolute control.
"Emma, if you're afraid you lost your baby," I paused and watched the emotions flicker in her eyes. She knew what was going to come would be bad. It made my smirk expand. "Then how about we make us another one?"
She hunched forward on her chair as if sick and tugged at her chain. "No," She said, her blonde hair flaying all around her head and covering her face, hiding her expression from me. "With the rate you've been," She was shaking at this point and so was her voice, "you've been taking me. Just. No."
I tusked her, a finger wiggling in front of her face as I approached her. "You're talking in fragments, dearie. I'm afraid I don't understand." I captured her chin between my fingers and forced her to look up at me. This way she couldn't hide her eyes from me. "You tried to say that our daily rutting routine would have left you pregnant already?"
I slid my hand down her waist till it rested on her tummy. The other still held her chin. If looks could kill I'd be dead now.
I gently traced my hand over her stomach. "Ah yes." I breathed. "My seed is strong. But you already knew that, didn't you, Emma? Henry was there in one go." She looked scared now.
"Don't think I didn't notice the slight swell." I said, my hand gently resting upon her belly. Her eyes grew wide. Ah, so she hadn't known but had suspected it.
I chortled. "Emma, dearie, you didn't think you wouldn't be carrying my child again, did you? A clever girl like you must have known that a monster can impregnate a girl in one go." I whispered to her; "Especially a magical monster."
She turned her face away in disgust and I let her.
"Now that you're aware of your pregnancy, we should celebrate." I forced her out of the chair. The chain would allow her to go only so far, and I barely managed to push her over the table. I lifted her skirts and could tell she'd been expecting this all along.
I could hear her take a deep breath. "You honestly didn't think all the vomit was because of your disgust for me?" I teased her as I straddled her hips with my hands. "All these mornings I caught you throwing up? No, dearie," I traced a finger down her back, her dress tearing at the action of my sharp nail until her back was left bare. The dress clung to her arms but her body was revealed. Just how I wanted it.
"Dearie, you're clever. You should have guessed. The sensitive nipples," I tweaked them as I whispered this in her ear. My body was pressed against hers as I leaned over her. I growled my words in her ear. "The rounding stomach? The craving of food? The way you'd be wet and ready for me each time I came in?"
She tried to jerk herself out of my hands but it was to no avail. I laughed hoarsely and slapped her ass before freeing myself out of my tight leather pants. My cock was engorged and throbbing, and I easily pushed into her wet folds.
"Ah, so I have been right." I joked in her ear. She groaned in frustration.
"I am not wet because I want you." Emma said in a pained defense.
"No," I complied, "It is the pregnancy doing it, isn't it? Your hormones? My dear, I should have you pregnant at all times. It'd be so much more pleasant for us both."
With a groan I started pumping her hard and deep. Every time I hit her cervix she would moan in pain, every time I hit her special spot she would shiver and cry out softly. I tried to hit these spots in turn but quickly found I could not control the movements of my hips any longer. I needed that orgasm and so I selfishly worked towards it.
Emma had grabbed the edges of the table and held onto the piece of furniture as if for her dear life. Her knuckles turned white and her face was pressed against the wooden surface as she moaned and gasped.
"Tell me you love me." I urged her. It had become part of the routine. It was how I planned to make her believe she held feelings for me.
"I love you." She moaned. And then again, and again, and with each hard thrust she would cry louder and louder her love for me until I filled her up with my sperm and had her shudder all around me. I slumped on her back and grinned against her bare skin before scooping her up in my arms and pulling her back with me. I was now seated on her chair with the princess in my lap. I still impaled her and gently started to rock her up and down to create another orgasm, to have another go.
Emma moaned softly, then mewled and rubbed her eyes. Tears had started to stream down her face but I ignored them as my hands were on her hips, forcing them up and down roughly. Soon I found a second release and placed my cheek against her back. I brushed her blonde hair aside and circled my arms around her as I heard her cry. This was the first time she openly cried ever since she got here.
"Having a rough time, dearie?" I traced a finger past her delicate skin. She trembled slightly.
"The life of a princess is tough, isn't it?" I crooned, "But fear not, my fair princess, if you say the right things I will be kind to you, gentle even." I kissed her skin. "Generous."
She stiffened before she relaxed in my arms. "I love you." She whispered. "I am all yours, mind, body and soul. You are all that matters. You're my master, my governor, my husband and my king. I will share my throne with you. I will carry all your children and never disobey you. I'll do anything you say so long you won't abandon me. I'll be good, Master Rumplestiltskin, I'll be pleasing. I'll love you."
My eyes widened at her wild ramble. She had just repeated everything I had been teaching her to say during the past few weeks. She was a quick learner. I grinned and kissed her shoulder. "That's what I like to hear, pet." And I held her close to me in a hug.
Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No doubt she was trying to think for a way to fool me and make her escape. But the more often she said these words the truer they became, especially in Fairy Tale Land.