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This was ridiculous.

His condition wasn't treatable by conventional medical means. But he'd been too weak physically to stand his ground and it was Henry that had found him hunched over on his hands and knees in his shop. They young empathetic boy had been freaked out enough finding him feverish and panting in distress. It was sweet that he called an ambulance for him, and now that he was laying in a hospital room, he was miles from the only sane choice for solving his problem. Miles from his magical books to stop this insufferable heat.

He couldn't even roll off of the sheets he was currently sweating through. Groaning softly, Rumple's wild eyes shifted around the room. There was no one else there and he was actually yearning for an Alpha, any Alpha, to come by and fix him. To take him and relieve him of his affliction. But Omega's were the lowest of the low in their realm. They were a commodity to be sold into slavery. When he first became the Dark One he had worn it like a badge of honor. He wanted them, everyone, to know that an Omega was getting the better of them, that an Omega had the power over their miserable lives.

Only now he wished he could have used magic to get rid of the mating cycle completely or turn himself into an Alpha or Beta. He'd forgotten how bad the heat could get. He'd been lucky before, to have Milah, even though she still treated him like her own personal house slave. She'd given him Baelfire and left him with Bae instead of selling him off when they hit upon hard times. It was a far better life for an Omega then he could have hoped for; until he became the Dark One and realized that there was so much more to have. Now, though, now he'd settle for a new master, as he weakly groaned in pain. He was burning up and he feared he'd set the bed on fire.

"Oh ho. Gold...well this is a surprise. I've never seen you step foot on my turf before. Not even once." Whale spoke too cheerfully as he entered the space with his face in his folder, his eyes going over the symptoms Gold first presented as when he was admitted. "Does the Dark One even get sick? I mean I suppose you do if you wound up in here."

And judging by the symptoms on the chart, Gold must have the flu, at the very least. But Victor would inspect him and make the final assessments. Putting the papers down on the bedside counter, Victor gazed over to the occupant on the bed, suspicious that the Rumplestiltskin he knew as so quiet. He'd expected some sort of snide comment or sarcastic remark. "Holy shit. There really is something wrong with you."

"Very astute. You-You should be a Doctor." Rumple dryly said.

He rolled his eyes, but hopped to it, rushing to be beside Gold. He didn't need to place the back of his hand on Gold's forehead to know he was running a fever, but he'd done it anyway. Gold was super pale, his eyes glossy, but in spite of it all Rumple still gave him a wry smile, once he felt his cool touch. He was the Dark One, and he was immortal; there was no chance Rumple would die. However, there was no telling what would happen if he left this unchecked, and it was at unbearable levels now.

Despite the ruffled hair, the blotchy face and the red nose, Rumple was giving off a heavenly thick aroma, one Whale only just realized, and the best he could describe it was sweet, like honey. Victor thought he might just get high off of it. With him being so close to Rumple, the man had curved his hand around Victor's, leaning in to his touch. He couldn't tell, not with the maddening odor attacking his olfactory senses, but he was sure Gold was trying to be alluring and inviting.

Could have been worse, and Rumple said as much. "Yes. You." It was a flutter, a meek version of the voice Whale was accustomed to.

"What are you talking about? Wh-Wha-What are you doing?!" Victor squeaked, pulling back and nearly knocking himself over when Gold had used his last bit of strength to sit up, tilt his face in the general direction of Victor's lips, and parted his chapped lips of his for a kiss.

"You're eyes are-are dilated and your cheeks are f-flushed. You could...You could-" He saw that Victor was affected, so there was a possibility. Whale could help him.

Suddenly, all at once, it hit him like a stray bullet, and it seemed to take his breath away. He knew what was going on with Gold, he had read about this phenomenon shortly after his memories returned after the dark curse, and now that magic was once more pumping throughout the town. But he was from a different realm, there were no Alpha's where he lived, this was all so unknown to him. He didn't know what to do or how to help him. This wasn't something the others advertised. Yet, he reasoned, there was no shortage of alpha personalities in Storybrooke; someone, somewhere, had to be an Alpha capable of dealing with Gold's abrupt onslaught of libidinous.

Rumple cried softly when Victor made his way to the door. "Where-"

"I...I...I'm just going to find-"

"V-Victor. Please, help me."

The plea froze Victor's forward momentum, pulling at the twenty eight years of being a doctor and operating under the clause of 'Do no harm'. Any decision would do harm, wouldn't it? But the most harm, he concluded, would be to abandon his patient and he couldn't do it. He spun back around, and even though he had made the conscious decision to go back to Rumple's side, he almost felt spellbound by him. What the hell was he suppose to do? And what the hell was wrong with Gold?

"I don't think...this is a good idea." Came his doubt, slow and garbled. Forget Gold, what the hell was happening to him and why did he feel a rush when he zeroed in on the vein pulsing along the former imp's slender throat?

He was salivating and he dipped his head, drawn to Rumple like a moth to flame. Victor wasn't even sure what he was doing, it was as though he had blacked out, until his teeth had clamped down onto flesh, wrenching a beautiful and desperate moan from the man's mouth. Sweat was dripping down the sides of Rumple's face, and Whale's tongue hat lapped that up too, after he soothed around the redness he'd made of his skin. Rumple let go, falling into Victor, his hands trailing up Victor's arms so he had something to hang on to.

Whale really didn't know what came over him or what he was really doing, but he needed and wanted Rumple. It felt like he was drinking and feasting on Rumple's body, getting drunk off of it. In reality, he was going on instinct, instinct he didn't even know he had. His body was in charge and he couldn't stop inhaling his scent deeply, or tasting the glistening sweat clinging to his form. He chased it to the corner of those dry lips and this time when Rumple parted his lips for him, he took full advantage, crashing them together and delving deep inside to map out the interior.

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For a second time, Neal had barged in on Regina to find the tip of a needle pointing dangerously close to the pad of her index finger. This time was scarier and Neal felt fear begin to take root. He took two steps into the main atrium of her castle, but anticipated she'd jab herself if he went any closer. "Regina-"

"Leave Neal."

"You know I can't do that and I can't let you go through with this."

"Why not?" She snapped, her sorrowful eyes leaving the needle to stare in despair at him. It rendered him mute, unable to come up with a proper response, not until she was refocused on the task at hand once more.

"That last item we found almost worked, we almost made a portal back to Henry."

"Almost." Came her chilling voice. "I can't do that again. It hurts too much to have my hopes raised up so high just to see them plummet again. I'd rather go to sleep knowing Henry is safe and happy with Emma and have a faint hope that one day he'll find me and wake me up."

Neal was frowning, he warily stared at that needle hovering and he knew how bad he had it for Regina now that he was facing the real idea of losing her to a sleeping curse. "Please don't, Regina. If I lost-" 

He felt a bit of sweat collect at the base of his neck when her beautiful, yet distressing, eyes were yet again trained on him. Nervousness coiled around his heart; he'd only been in love one other time. With Emma. By the gaze she gave him, he could tell she already suspected what was in his heart, but he had never told her. For months they had been working closely together, chasing down any item or vague lead that might create a portal to another world. They'd exhausted everything, short of resurrecting his father and exploring dark magic and darker roads that might lead to Henry.

An option Regina had kept him from pursuing, knowing the consequences of going down that path intimately and how hard it is to turn away from. And she had assured him there was always a great cost with that kind of magic. He had been just as desperate and hadn't cared, but she had. And she had told him he wasn't prepared for such a sacrifice. She'd been there for him in the beginning and he had to be there for her now. Together they had gotten closer and closer over their bond to Henry, spending time with one another and getting to know each other.

And Neal had found himself relying on her and admiring her. And now he realized as he watched the tears falling down her face that he was in love with her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss away her pain, if she would ever allow it. But more then that, he didn't want her giving into hopelessness. 

"You're all I've got left." His voice cracked with emotion. And he took a few more steps closer when her hand holding the needle started to gradually float away from her other hand and drift down to her side. "I love you, Regina." He'd said it. It was out there now. And now that he'd said it, he did feel a little light-headed and completely nervous about how Regina might react.

"...N...N-Neal..."

"You don't have to say anything, Regina. I'm not expecting you to say it back and I'm not expecting anything from you at all. If you still want to put yourself under the curse, I can't stop you. No matter how much I wish I could. But I just needed to say it. To let you know that more people than you know-"

"Neal! Would you shut up and kiss me already?!"

He cracked a small grin, making his way out in front of her. She'd given up the grasp around the needle and he tossed it away. As soon as he did, he pressed his lips to hers and they came together in a flurry of repressed emotion.

"Promise me." Regina broke away, her plump lips steadily moving down his chin. "Promise me that we'll find our son and Emma."

He swallowed down a moan, her teeth scraping down the stubble under his chin, giving him proper chills. "I promise Regina. I won't rest until we are reunited with them. I won't give up on finding a way. But that means we can't give up on each other either."

She unwound herself from his beguiling skin to gape down at what she had almost done to herself. Again. "You're right. I shouldn't have, but I was lost and desperate...and..."

"Upset and disappointed after that last artifact we tried. I know. I feel it too." He finished for her. His fingers brushed through her hair, discreetly tucking it back behind her ear. "This may have started out all about Henry, but it's about us now too. We need to look out for each other."

Regina leaned in promising him the only way she could, with another soft lingering kiss. "I'm not. We're not having sex-"

"I meant what I said. I'm not expecting anything."

She silently nodded, as she considered something to herself. Once she did, she melded closer to him and snuggled her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to be alone tonight. Come to bed with me? Just sleep." She repeated.

"Nothing more." His words were below a whisper and did something to her.

She wouldn't exactly say the tone made her weak in the knees but she wouldn't not say that either. With him agreeing and him more or less giving her his word, she guided him along, up the stairs and to her private bed chambers. She had gotten herself ready for bed first in the adjoining bathroom, and while he was preparing for bed she had made herself comfortable under the blankets. By the time Neal had stripped down to just his pants and emerged from her bathroom she was already beginning to drift.

He did gaze about looking for a couch or chair to sleep in, but he noted one side of the bed covers were folded down in invitation. The moment he crawled under and brought the blankets up to his chest, he found his arms full. Regina had turned inward and cuddled up to his side. His broad arm was around her waist and he gently caressed the silken fabric of her nightie, taking in the beauty of her restful face. He kissed at her forehead, knowing he'd die to protect her, and Henry. And he fell asleep snuggling with her.

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Her own insecurities were getting the better of her. Emma knew that. She had responsibilities. She had a responsibility to her parents and the family she left behind and from what she had learned, something new and sinister was happening in Storybrooke. But she also had to think about what was best for Henry. He had all these other memories now, he was going to school and was well-adjusted and accustomed to New York. What kind of damage would she be doing if she took him away from all of that?

This was the only place he knew. She still hadn't told him yet that she was seeing someone, two people actually, and that she was in love with them. How could she possibly tell him all about Storybrooke? They had been content to stay in New York and pursue a normal life or as normal as they could have, given the circumstances. Until Hook managed to find them and warn them of the newest danger.

"You're suppose to be relaxing." Neal broke through her thoughts. 

Regina was standing beside her grinning. "We can both clearly see that your mind is a million miles away."

"Hm? Tha-That's not true. I'm right here." She fibbed.

"Uh huh." Regina prodded. "You never even batted an eye when Neal and I were making out a few minutes ago. Right in front of you."

"And you didn't even react when Regin unclasped your bra through your shirt."

Quickly, Emma glared down and did finally notice the loose cups resting on top of her dangling breasts. She gasped, now sorry that she had missed it. "You caught me. I'm just worried, alright?"

"Aw honey. I know you are. We are too." She exchanged a loving look first to Emma and then with Neal who had his hand still laying protectively at her waist. "He's our son as well. Even if he doesn't remember us."

Neal nodded his head, "We want to make the decision that's best for Henry, but we agreed that we weren't going to decide on anything until morning."

"Neal's right, Em. We have until morning so why don't we make the most of what's left of tonight. Just close your eyes and be with us. It may very well be our last normal evening for awhile."

They were both correct and she agreed with them, but all her worries weren't just going to go away because she willed it. However, the tender touch of Regina's full lips gracing the side of her neck did give pause to those turbulent thoughts. When Neal stepped forward, going to her opposite side, Emma promised herself to stay in this moment with them. If they kept up with this gentleness, most of the external concerns would fade to the back of her mind. She moaned softly being stripped of her clothing. Regina was taking off her red top, while Neal peeled her bra free of her arms after her blouse was deposited. His fingers had brushed her side boob causing her to shiver in place.

"Much better." Regina bit at her lip, enjoying the way Emma was opening up to them and letting them burrow past her defenses. She was beautiful inside and out and they both knew that she was worth every minute.

Emma was falling, she couldn't even tell anymore who was playing with her breasts and who was pushing her pants and underwear down, nipping teasingly at her privates and legs on the way. The three of them were just so in sync sometimes and she was intoxicated on them as she kept her eyes shut to enjoy this. And once her lower half was naked, she was really falling. They had lowered her onto the bed behind her, and she peeked her eyes open to find Neal and Regina at each other's lips while they sensually took off their clothing. Each article being taken off as slowly as the last.

Her heart beat faster, hearing Regina cry gently with Neal's teeth grazing over one of her exposed nipples, and her mouth watered at Neal's hitched breath once Regina freed his penis and ran her nails down his length. Once all three of them were completely nude, they had joined her on the bed and Emma found herself in the middle this time. She gave Regina a shy, flirtatious smile and the dark-haired beauty pulled her in. She still had some of Neal's spit on her lips which made the action all the more profound for the blonde.

And while she was preoccupied, Neal slipped one hand around her waist, his bigger fingers reaching down to her crotch, and the tips toyed with her entrance. Nothing felt greater to her than being with them both at the same time, and she was ready for Neal in no time. She squirmed in pleasure when Regina's hand reached between them and she helped guide his member into her soaking wet vagina. She had moved her face into the crook of Regina's neck and paused in her ministrations when her entrance was breeched.

All three of them were panting, although Emma was the only one at the moment releasing soft moans, as Neal found his stride. She let one of her legs go between Regina's, prying them apart, and she snuck a hand down between them. Regina let out another hot cry, her noises being the loudest in their throuple. Her fingers were coated in Regina's juices, and after rubbing along the inside of her outer lips, she slid two fingers into her canal.

"God. The two of you are so damn beautiful." His cadence was rougher with the exertion and emotions running high.

It didn't take long for Emma to match the same pace Neal was setting or for her to reach her climax, clamping down around Neal's shaft and curling, pulling and thrusting her finger's into Regina's spasming body. Emma sunk further into the bed, slumping in a heap with a content sigh on her lips. She felt Regina tumble into her orgasm shortly afterwards, her inner muscles flexing around the fingers she was still pumping into her, and hearing her lover shout in ecstasy. She lazily watched Regina, still eking out her aftershocks, pull Neal down to her.

Sealing all their fates with a sloppy, wet and desperate kiss. Neal only lasted a couple of more minutes, filled with an tense silence, save for their labored breathing and Neal's breathy groans, until he was spilling out in completion. He laid back, spooning behind Emma. His cock had softened, slipping free on its own, and Regina wrapped her arm around Emma, seeking out Neal's hand before the pair interlocked their fingers together. Emma felt confident and calm in their embrace. No matter what choice they made in the morning as a family, it would be the right one for them and the right one for Henry.

Sleep tugged at her and she drowsily spoke, "I love you both."

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Nothing was more perfect then seeing her boys laid out before her. Both twins were tied up, facing each other, with their wrists bound in front of them. A spreader bar kept their legs apart and each ankle was securely attached. David wore a blindfold and had a ball gag covering up his offensive mouth. Prince Charming wasn't quite accepting of his new role, but Cruella was confident she could whip him into shape and train him. Now James on the other hand, he was a good boy, and she adored the words and noises that flowed freely out of his mouth.

He was firmly jerking David off, obeying her commands with enthusiasm. David did have his bound hands on James' prick, but his hands kept slipping off and twitched rigidly when he did grasp that shaft in his palm. He wasn't on board, in the beginning, but now his jittery movements were because he was hard, he was slick in pre-ejaculate and he was about to come. The muffled moaning was a big clue and Cruella felt the dampness in her underwear. Watching one of her pets minds shut off as he gave himself over to the pleasure was only better if she was watching her other pet do it to the other.

James was driving him crazy and the moment David's hands curled tightly around James, and he dropped his head down to his chest; Cruella tensed her thighs together. "Oh fuck, David." James cussed, the grip uncomfortably tight around his length.

David was shooting his spunk out, getting it on James' hand and lower belly. And his hands dropped back off of James once he started to come back to his senses. Cruella had been hypnotized by the scene, but she pushed herself off of the chair she sat upon with a pretty little flounce. The breasts that she had pushed out of the front part of her dress, jiggled with her actions. And they were out just as much to tease and motivate James as they were for her own pleasure. She may have tweaked a nipple or two as she watched James' bicep ripple during the hand job.

"Oh Davy." Cruella cooed, her hand replacing James' and David whined in the back of his throat when she pumped his spent cock a few more times, getting her own hand wet with his fluid. "So naughty. You barely touched my Jimmy's cock. You didn't even get your brother hard." She used her free hand to untie his blindfold, able to get just as lost in his stormy eyes as she did in James' devoted orbs. "What a bad pet." Cruella continued to admonish, but he could do nothing but whimper and groan into his gag.

She lazily hit the tail end of the fabric on the side of David's face, before ignoring him for James. He let out a hot breath once she caressed his hair. He was biting his bottom lip, and moaned for her when she used her cum coated hand to wrap around his member. She leaned over to let some saliva dribble down to join the sticky mess.

"Uh. Uhhhn. Mo-Mommy." James felt a heat in his gut and his dick hardened in her pumping fist. 

"Yes, Jimmy. Mummy will take care of you." She guided him upwards, until his lips were brushing over her areola. He groaned again, his eyes falling shut and he greedily sucked her tit into his mouth like his life depended on it. She had anchored her hand around the back of his head, enjoying the way he increased the suction around her boob and his tongue coiled on her nipple. She hissed out in pleasure, "Yes. Use your teeth. Just the way I taught you." A shiver. "I like it-ah! Just like that."

She allowed him to lick, nip, and bite at her chest, but as soon as the stimulation became too much, she pushed him away. If she hadn't, she would have just mounted him then and there and reached her climax. But she still had other plans for them. James was heaving, his eyes blown wide as he stared at the glistening wetness that he had left on her breast.

"Since you were such a good boy, Jimmy. I'm going to give you him."

Cruella left James, running her fingers through David's hair. He flinched from her, his eyes blazing as he narrowed them in her direction. Her grip in his hair tightened and David was only hurting himself if and when he tried to move away from her. He looked desperately around for a way out of this, but he knew in the bottom of his heart that there wasn't one and that this was going to happen. And the longer he was there with them, the more the nagging thought hammered in that he was going to stay there with them. 

She owned him; she didn't, but it felt that way. And he tried to tune it out, and everything else for that matter when the toe of her dress shoe dug into his shoulder, shoving him down to the hard surface they were at. The side of David's face was pressed into the floor, his saliva started to pool out of the corners of the gag. He was faced down and his body jolted when both of her hands were on his cheeks, her nails scratching lightly across his flesh. She was spreading his cheeks out and he let out a breath in uncertainty. 

Cruella crooked a grin and beckoned for James to come over. James teetered, shuffling on his knees, but he managed to get in behind his twin and he held at one side of his hip to steady himself. Cruella left a kiss at his lips, short and sweet. "Make Mummy wet, Jimmy." She let go of one ass cheek to grab at the thick, rigid dick she had been touching and pressed it against David's hole. "And if you can get Davy here to come a second time, pet, Mummy will reward you very well."

He groaned as she fisted his cock one more time, and then he pushed his wet head passed David's ring of muscle. The twins moaned in concert, as James penetrated David and David's eyes rolled to the back of his head in a desire he would never openly admit to.

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The sandy blonde was laid out before him, one hand tied to the bedpost above his head, while the other was free. Free and teasing him by lifting up his white undershirt and showing off some tan hairs going up to his belly button. He still wore black pants, fit for a king, but there was a large shape tenting at the front. Henry had been realm hopping, only this portal had seemingly sent him back in time or this particular realm ran slower. And that was where he'd met the counterpart of his grandfather's brother; James.

His resemblance to David was uncanny. Everything had started innocently enough. Henry wanting to know everything he could about this world, and any differences between their realms, but after a couple of drinks, things got out of hand and turned naughty quickly. His own inhibitions were lowered and he hadn't seen anything wrong with what was happening. And that was where Henry found himself now. Tying the prince down and staring in arousal while his spare hand touched at his taut stomach. 

Who knew James secretly liked to be dominated?

Henry was too sloshed to wonder if this was right or if he had some deep hidden attraction to David, or even what this was. But his drunk mind reasoned that this was another world and this man couldn't possibly be related to him. "Open the front of your pants. Slowly. I want to see you. I want to see how sexy you look."

James wanted to be and act indignant over being ordered. He was the prince. He was royalty. However, he was too drunk to care, he did actually like the sparks of lust that crested inside him when he did overcome his upbringing to let himself submit, and his lower half gyrating upwards in anticipation. That wasn't something that could be easily hid away and he was pretty sure he drunkenly admitted to wanting Henry to dominate him. Instead, his mouth parted on a moan and his hand slipped down to press the heel of it along his boner through his pants.

"Oh no." Henry's tone was abruptly firmer and darker. "I didn't tell you that you can touch yourself. Now you'll be lucky if I let you come later." Was the threat.

James whined at the disappointment in Henry's voice, and rubbed at his crotch again, before Henry took all touches to his cock away. He got one more full stroke in, when Henry interjected and forcibly pulled his hand off, tutting at him in dismay. He put up a struggle, but Henry had subdued him, placing James free hand at the front of his own pants. "If you're that eager to touch a dick than you can play with mine. Well go on. Open my pants and free my cock."

James fought with his inner voice to defy him and with the arousal spiking inside him at Henry's strict commands. Lust won out, like it normally did, and he sucked down his pride to undo the front of Henry's leather pants and shakily push the articles of clothing down his thighs. Henry was well endowed and his thick penis sprung out hitting James in the side of the face. Henry gave him a devious half grin and James growled in annoyance, but the saliva on either side of his mouth told Henry all he needed to know. James really wanted and got off to this.

The look in Henry's eyes promised more punishment if he didn't comply. He wound his fingers around the base of Henry's dick, and he muttered out, "Yes."

Henry's lips quirked downwards, his hand caressing the side of James cheek. "You're a Prince, Jimmy. I expect you to have more of a vocabulary than a meek and breathy 'yes'. And you will address me as Sir from now on. Tonight, I own your ass, and I want you to know it."

James flushed, embarrassed and offended that he was being called out, and yet he was harder inside his pants. Fuck. "Whatever you say..." He pursed his lips, but did utter out. "Sir."

That was a little better. 

Leave it to James to need to be broken in a little first, in order to accept the very thing he had wanted in the first place. The hand around his base twitched slightly, before he started stroking at it. Watching Henry moan mutely, before he composed himself had given James a perverted thrill. And he momentarily forgot about his own hard, trapped length to focus solely on the cock in front of him. James had picked a steady pace, capturing any pre-cum on his fist to slick up the rod on his downstroke, but Henry wasn't producing much and it was mostly dry skin tugging at dry skin.

After a few more minutes of their hushed breathing and his hand pumping soundlessly, Henry had tilted his chin upwards. "Since you're not using that clever mouth of yours for anything worthwhile. I want you to put it to work and suck me off."

James zeroed in on his bulbous tip. He rarely gave head. He was the prince, the servants usually got down on their knees to service him. Whether or not he enjoying giving head, it wasn't 'proper' for him to kneel before anyone else. Didn't mean he didn't love swallowing down a dick. The inside of his mouth began to water, and he licked at his lips. "Right away, sir."

He swiped his tongue around the head first, before his lips wrapped around the head. He gradually sucked the rest of the tip and part of the shaft into his mouth, his eyes crossing in desire when he felt the head of Henry's cock hitting the back of his throat. His head bobbed, but Henry was also rocking his hips gently as well. James was losing himself to the sensations, and he really didn't know how long he was slurping that penis. But the sudden grasp at his pants and the pressure enclosing around his own dick had him jerking and muffling a moan around the organ choking him.

"Mmm Jimmy. You're hard enough to hump at anything I put between your legs, aren't you? Maybe I'll just make you cream your drawers and keep them on you as punishment for earlier. Would you like that?" 

He wasn't searching for an answer, keeping the rhythm up in and out of his mouth. Henry was clasping James' free hand to get him to jerk up and down the base of his penis faster. He was getting closer and he needed more stimulation.

"Tell you what." He briefly removed his hand, to dive in under his pants and underwear, and then fisted the trembling member, pumping it in time with James' head bobs. James whimpered, flexing his hips so he could fuck up into Henry's fist. "If you can hold back on your orgasm right now, I'll reward you later tonight and it'll be worth it, trust me. If you can't hold back. Then I'll torment you to the edge over and over again, but I will not allow you to come a second time."

James' voice vibrated around him, but whatever he was trying to say was stifled by the gags and gulps, as Henry continued to fuck his throat.

"When I come, you swallow." That was Henry's last order, before he let himself go, letting himself enjoy the build-up of the pleasure until it bubbled up and over; flooding James mouth with his semen. There was a weak heave, but James squinted his eyes shut, and harshly swallowed down his cum.

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Emma had walked off into the back, where the bed and breakfast's laundry room was and was shocked to find another blonde woman in there with her. Her hair was tied back, but it was all messy implying it had been hastily done. She was sitting atop the washer and Emma noticed he rounded belly in the front. The blonde was heavily pregnant; probably due to pop in a matter of weeks. 

She was still wide eyed when she let out a quiet, "I didn't think anyone else was staying here."

"Oh. I'm Emma."

"Ash-Ashley." The young woman blushed.

"You know if you need help with your clothes. I can help, but if you have to sit on the lid to keep it closed, then you've put too many-"

Ashley's cheeks deepened in color when the water started to rush into the machine, as it started its cycle. "Uh...That's not...I don't need help with that."

It dawned on Emma what was going on, from her reddened face and the way she nervously bounced her foot off the side in embarrassment. She was horny, and she was trying to give herself an orgasm. Did she not own a dildo or vibrator? Though come to think about it, there didn't look like there was a single adult store in the town. Emma hadn't been there long enough to explore everything, but the only adult place she had seen downtown had been one lonely bar. So they were lacking in the 'xxx' department but the internet existed.

She did take a step back. This woman was in a hotel, alone, doing her own laundry and looking haggard. For all she knew she was trying to do all of this by herself and didn't have the means, money or luxury for pleasure items. Instead of backing away, Emma spoke without thinking. "I can help you with that."

"E-Excuse me?" Ashley's voice squeaked. 

Had she really just said that? Yes, yes she had. Emma had just wanted to help her, because she had been in her position once upon a time. But now that it was out there, Emma realized she had meant what she said. She did want to help her and she would help her if Ashley was amenable. 

"I can help you." She stated again, "And I could make it a lot more enjoyable then you'd feel being rocked back and forth on top of that. But if you'd be more comfortable on your own, I can leave you be."

Ashley was still feeling humiliated for being caught like this, but the hormones were driving her mad. She'd been horny and rubbing herself on pillows for days now, and it barely relieved that gnawing ache. She was biting at her lip, when she burned in shame and shyly nodded her head. "Okay."

It wasn't enthusiastic consent, but she had put the girl on the spot. She stepped forward, offering her hand and helping her off of the washing machine. The two girls made their way up the flight of steps and Ashley brought the older blonde to her room. After they were both inside, she worked up the courage to ask.

"Why are you willing to help me?"

Emma tested the waters, by combing a hand over the wild strands of hair poking out of her ponytail and smoothed at the poofy hair that Ashley had failed to capture in the tie. The girl was trembling from that tiny contact and Emma realized just how bad off she was. How much she longed for and needed to be touched sexually and intimately. "Because I was alone and pregnant once. I know what you're going through."

And without further delaying the aroused state Ashley was in, Emma had led her to the bed, pushed her at her shoulder's until she had fallen backwards onto the mattress. Ashley was oddly grateful that Emma hadn't been gentle and wasn't treating her like she'd break, but she couldn't think over the long breathy moan she had produced. Emma was already on top of her and had snuck her hand under her black maternity leggings and her panties. She was flooded down there, wetter than she'd ever been, at least before her pregnancy.

She couldn't stop the way she babbled and gyrated her hips up for more, even if she wanted to. The two fingers rubbing at her clit wasn't enough. Why did it never seem to be enough? "Emma. EmmmmmMA! Oh god, oh god. There, there, there. Oh more. I need more."

Emma had barely gotten her fingers passed her pubes and into her sopping inner lips; before Ashley was gripping onto her shoulders and begging for more. With how wet she was, Emma didn't have to worry about hurting her. Ashley's hungry cunt had sucked up three of her fingers with such ease. She was laying slightly to the side, so she wouldn't be directly over her swollen stomach, and she spoke with promise. "Don't worry. I told you it would be more enjoyable than that machine, and this won't be your only orgasm today, Ashley."

Ashley scrunched up her eyes taken by surprise, when those three fingers hammered relentlessly into her canal. She was so hard up for it and in a few short pumps she was shouting out in satisfaction. Emma grinned to herself, slowing her movements. Ashley was droning out listlessly, and Emma let her momentarily drift while she bent down to kiss and nip at her blouse around her plump chest and her fingers would slowly slide out of her pussy, only to twist them right back inside.

Despite the blissed out expression on Ashley's face her inner walls were still grabbing around each finger, unwilling to let them go and her hips were silently and gradually raising up, driving those digits further inside. She was hungry for more, whether or not she was conscious of that hunger remained to be seen. Emma knew and she waited for Ashley's chest to stop gasping for breath. Even with her body tingling and screaming for more, Ashley choked on a groan, when those fingers insider her began to pick up speed yet again. Emma was curling the three of them in her sticky mess.

"How many do you got in you?"

The moan caught in Ashley's throat, her head thrashing to the side while the pleasure in the pit of her stomach started to slowly build-up.

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The slap to his cheek was so unexpected and rung out, though it could have just been that loud in his own mind because it had hurt. And because the act itself had stunned him. This wasn't something they had both talked about or agreed to. 

Not so hard, Milah.

Rumple wanted to say it, had all but screamed it inside his own head, but he remained tight-lipped. He was acutely aware of what happened the last time he had asked Milah for anything in bed. The last time they had disagreed about something in this intimate space. It had resulted in a fight, tears were present, and the mood was ruined. Rumple was not in a rush to do any of that over again. The stinging to his cheek was beginning to ebb away and he reasoned a little bit of pain to his face was preferable to being screamed at, and arguing with his wife until they were both upset, angry and exhausted.

He could live with this, even if it had made him uncomfortable. And the way she gyrated her lower half to grind against his crotch decidedly helped to lessen the hit to the side of his face and at the same time kept him interested in where the evening was going. Milah was certainly happy with the turn of events, she was humming under her breath, practically alight with arousal after she had smacked him. Instead of lingering on the disconcerting thought of Milah getting more turned on, from harming him, he focused on the way she was straddling his lap.

How unbelievably sexy it was to feel her clothed body rubbing against his and along his hardness. She was even open-mouthed, with a twinkling far off stare to her eyes. Rumple hadn't seen that desire on his wife in years. And just was he thought that that previous slap had been worth it, her hand came back down, and connected with his other cheek. This was not a playful or soft hit either. The sound bounced off the walls of their tiny room, and it was hard enough to force tears to form in his eyes. He let out a hiss of pain that he couldn't suppress.

"Ugh." Milah's enjoyment had suddenly vanished by Rumple's soft outburst. She had heard the quiet distress, ripping through her pleasure with ease. "For once would you grow up and be a man?"

Rumple let out a breath, doing what he could to silence the stress to placate his wife. Fear kept him silent. Wanting to go along to get along, he gave her his acceptance. He wanted to keep the peace and going against every part of him that was uncomfortable with this, he bit down hard on his bottom lip, willing her to continue. Surely, that would be enough to appease her shift in mood. And it was, though through the strands of his brown hair, that had fallen gracefully over his face, he had caught her dismissive eyeroll. 

But it was worth it, it was. Or so he kept telling himself. Her hand went down between them and she was pressing the palm of her hand around his crotch. The way she cupped him through his clothes and provided him friction had fixed what interest in her that had flagged during her slapping and inconsiderate behavior. Now that he was rising back to attention, Milah shifted back to her own pleasure, rolling her hips against his hardness and working herself back up to the height of desire she was in before he'd interrupted it.

After a few minutes of strained breathing and consistent grinding, that smile of Milah's was back in place. That was when he was able to breathe a little easier and had let his guard down. Her hands were back at his threadbare slacks, opening them up and freeing his manhood. He let his eyes drift briefly closed to the pleasure building up inside him, as she hiked up her skirt, moved aside her knickers and sank down on his lap. There was something intimate and stimulating that Rumple enjoyed about that position. The way her legs hugged at his waist, driving him deeper and keeping them together. That is until another slap jarred his face. The sting blossomed out, destroying the desire he felt being inside her.

"Yes." She hissed out contentedly. "Take it. Take it like a man."

He quickly sucked a breath in through clamped teeth. Desperately trying to concentrate on the way she rocked in his lap. She did flutter around his length, which kept him in a state of arousal. And he had to scrunch his eyes closed, just to enjoy the way she rode him. She was fully dressed, they both were, so he wouldn't be getting an eyeful of her perfect breasts jiggling with each downward slide. A view she knew he enjoyed, and a view she had started to deny to him. He must have looked pitiful, because Milah had let him know it.

"You're such a little bitch."

Somehow it had felt just as bad as her physical attacks and irrationally, he wanted to recoil from her afterwards. "Milah." He moaned out, and not out of pleasure.

It was a miracle he was even remaining hard within her. He didn't find any thrill out of it. This was too much like the derision he received from the other townsfolk and Milah was bringing it into their bedroom. The one place that had been a comforting haven for him and now it felt spoilt. He had almost moved to push him off of her to start yet another fight between them and all the heartache that accompanied such bouts. However, she chose that moment to clench around him, pushing him deeper and pulling an actual moan of bliss from his throat. The inner walls of her vagina had gripped at him, stimulating his entire organ and it was a sensation that Rumple couldn't get enough of. Instead of pushing her away, he had brought her closer, his hands resting at her hips, supporting her as she bounced on him.

"You're nothing but a little bitch. My bitch. Isn't that right, Rumple? You're not a man." There were two more slaps to his face, and he briefly wondered if it would leave a mark that he'd have to wear in town the following day. "A real man would be able to pleasure his wife. Instead, I've got to pleasure myself. Loser. Bitch. Coward."

She continued on, and he held back. He knew his orgasm was going to be unpleasant, the reaction now purely physical, with no real indulgence or happiness attached. He felt it was too late to change his mind anyhow. All he could do now was wait and hang on until the ride was over. 

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David had settled Neal into his new bed, the toddler still adjusting to an actual bed instead of a crib. But once Neal had fallen back asleep, he joined Victor and Snow on their couch. They had finished their wrapping the previous night and while he'd been tucking Neal back under the covers, his lovers had taken the opportunity to place all the gifts under the tree. They were all set for Christmas and David was grinning ear to ear. He was starting to understand Christmas now and it was exciting to see the new experiences through his eyes.

"Neal's asleep?"

"Yeah." Snow grinned back, if a bit nervously. Then she patted both of their knees and stood up.

"Snow?"

She wandered over to the tree, her eyes searching for the specific one that she had wrapped in private. Grabbing it, she spun around and then placed it in Victor's lap.

"What? Snow it's still Christmas Eve."

Snow rolled her eyes at Victor, "Only for another two hours. Besides, consider this one an early gift. It's technically for all three of us, but I wanted you specifically to open it."

David raised up a brow and he leaned over from his side of the couch. He was practically laying on Victor's shoulder so he could see what was inside the box. "Okay, okay. I'll open it."

He swore those two could be as excitable as their toddler, Victor ruefully thought. He was careful as he separated the tape from the paper and slid the paper off still in this pristine shape, not ripped at all, save for what paper got stuck to the tape. The wrapping was perfect as he set it aside to reveal an unmarked white box. The tension was unbearable, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. So without further ado, and without much expectations as to what she got him (He really hadn't needed or wanted much that year), he lifted up the lid of the box.

There was white tissue paper amongst the inside and laying on the paper was a thin white plastic tube. There was a small display in the center of it that had a pink plus sign visible. Victor knew what he was staring at, he was a Doctor for Pete's sake, but he still sat there frozen as if he couldn't comprehend what he was looking at. Snow stood there in front of him, the smile on her face cracking the longer he remained silent. David wanted to jump up and hug Snow in his arms and celebrate, but she had give it to Victor for a reason. She was carrying his first child, their third, and she wanted to see his reaction first.

He rubbed at the back of Victor's neck in silent encouragement, and spoke quietly, "Victor?"

He was still in a state of shock, jumping in his place on the sofa at the mention of his name, but he cleared his throat, "Y-Y-You-You...You're pregnant?" He stuttered, forcing his eyes away from the pregnancy test.

He got to see how upset Snow appeared now that he wasn't focused on the pink plus sign. Feeling a little guilty for causing his lover distress, he asked a little more brightly. "I...I mean we're..." Noticing yet another error, he tried again, glancing to David and gesturing to all three of them, "We're pregnant?!"

More encouraged by Whale's words, Snow let herself relax a fraction, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes. I'm going to have another baby."

Whale was shaking, stuck between wrapping his arms around her and laughing in glee and hiding away for fear of becoming a failure. He wasn't a father and had never been one. And his father wasn't the greatest dad to exemplify. But the love he felt for Snow pushed aside his own self-doubts and he grasped his arms around her. She staggered forwards, a smile replacing her earlier worry when his arms rested around her waist and his face pressed into her belly. "Oh god. We're going to have a baby. That's so great."

Victor lifted up her top to kiss at her bare skin, as if to say hello to the little girl or boy that was growing inside her. He had a feeling over the next several months he'd jump between his own fears, wanting to bolt out the door, and his excitement about being a father for the first time ever. Holding his baby in his arms for the first time ever. David's hand made its was way around his furthest shoulder and he clasped at it, hollering in happiness. "This is just amazing hun. I couldn't be happier. I can't wait to have another baby in the house. I was kind of getting depressed now that Neal's baby phase is over and we'd never get to experience that again."

Snow and David came together for a chaste kiss, and she gave him a questioning expression after they split apart. "Uh huh. Even the dirty diapers?"

"Yes. Even the diapers." David reasserted. "Don't know what you mean though, we're still dealing with diapers. Neal's still potty training, so we haven't done away with them yet."

Whale sighed quietly, "You both have so much experience about what's to come."

David scooted closer to Whale, fondly patting at him. "There's nothing to worry about, Vic. I've seen you with Neal. You're going to do just fine."

"That's different. Neal is a toddler. I've never been around babies, aside from delivering them. I don't know what to do."

Snow joined her men on the couch, straddling Victor's lap. "Is that why you were quiet? Are you worried about being a father? Well you should banish those thoughts. I know you're going to be an excellent father. Look how quickly you took to taking care of Neal and he adores you. You'll pick it up in no time." Then she added in a quieter voice. "No one's perfect."

He still had his doubts, but the longer he was in their embrace the more he felt free of his insecurities. Tilting his head back in Snow's direction he captured her lips, lazily acknowledging her reassurances. Both of their reassurances. And when he pulled back, even though it was still a couple hours until midnight, Victor said it anyway, "Merry Christmas."

Snow beamed, and she and David nearly spoke in unison, returning the sentiment. "Merry Christmas, Victor."

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August opened up the cabin, entering the warmth, such a stark contrast to the wintery chill of the Alaskan weather. He was quick to close the door, to keep the cold out. Not that the cold bothered his girlfriend much. Ingrid was in her element out here. He took off his gloves, rubbing at his numb fingers, he shucked off his thick winter coat and hung it up on one of the hooks. After removing his boots, he brought the bag to the kitchen and he took the wine bottle out, pouring two glasses.

Ingrid's head popped up from behind the couch to glare at him in the kitchen. She was still disappointed in him for running out to make a quick errand just as things were getting more intimate between them. "I don't understand why you had to run out for wine. You could have done that tomorrow."

The mood had already been set, they hadn't needed wine to get frisky. She settled back down on the couch, looking at the raging fire in the fireplace, it aptly reflected her mood as she pouted. And she ran her hand through her blonde hair. She might not want to get hot and heavy now; after waiting so long for him to drive back to the closest town for the wine he just had to have. August came back out, carrying the two glasses, and he sat Ingrid's down on the coffee table down in front of her.

She hadn't seemed keen on grabbing her drink, and he worried he had already botched this romantic getaway. In his effort to make everything perfect, he had ruined her hopes for the evening. But he couldn't help it. He had certain expectations for himself and even before he'd blown it with Ingrid, he had needed the liquid courage. He couldn't go through with his plans without the wine. He downed his entire glass, scrunching his face up at the bitterness, and he did note that Ingrid's anger ebbed slightly in perplexity. His behavior was odd, she was picking up on that and she was a little bit concerned; on top of being upset.

"What is wrong with you?" 

Her tone startled him, and the hand fiddling with the box in his back pocket had jerked out. Upon seeing the ring box, Ingrid's eyes had widened and she had gone silent.

"Sorry Ina. I had this whole perfect image in my head of us sipping on wine by the roaring fire and then I'd pop the question and it's just been one disaster after another since we started this trip." They hadn't had huge problems, just a lot of little things were going wrong since they woke up and headed for their flight and he hated to think that they were all signs.

"Ask me."

August was stunned, searching her out, unbelieving what he had just heard her say. Ingrid had reached over, taking a sip of wine, before abandoning her glass. He slowly got down on one knee, flipping the lid of the box open to reveal a gorgeous white diamond in the shape of a snowflake sitting atop a simple silver band.

"Will you marry me, Ingrid?"

She scooted to the edge of the sofa, and whatever anger she had felt was long gone as an easy smile beamed across her face. "Yes. YES! I will marry you August."

August had barely gotten the ring on her finger when she pulled him by the shoulders on top of her and half his body was now over the couch. Her lips were on his, the taste of wine shared between them. Her tongue had slipped out, licking at her bottom lip coyly, "Now August. Don't you think you've kept me waiting far too long tonight as it is? Let's pick things back up where we left off, Booth. I really want to feel my...fiancée inside me tonight."

He didn't need to be told twice, and he reclaimed her lips, leaning her into a laying position on the sofa, while he chased after her. The wait hadn't curbed her enthusiasm or yearning. Her fingers were holding, clawing onto his clothes, and she was bucking up into his crotch as soon as he settled over top of her. They wrestled for a little bit, trading kisses and rubbing against their clothes. His erection was mercilessly grinding between her legs, leaving her gasping for more.

"Oh? More?"

"Don't you dare tease me right now, Auggy." Ingrid warned, using a nickname that perturbed August.

Then she flipped their positions, winding up on top, and she had rapidly undone the front of his pants, continuing to tease at his sensitive length, by holding it in her grasp. With her other hand she was slowly inching her pants down. She got up, keeping a firm grip of him, to finish discarding her pants. Ingrid had been anticipating this moment for hours, and she had been prepared. She wasn't wearing underpants, and August groaned softly seeing her shaved cunt hovering over the tip of his cock.

She giggled out at the stimuli, sitting down on his lap and feeling his engorged shaft filling her up. Once she had connected their laps, and he was fully sheathed into her canal, she let out a satisfied exhale. It didn't take her long to adjust to his size; after all she had been waiting awhile and her emotions hadn't stopped the wetness of her arousal. August was staring at her, captivated, his hands going to her hips and she rocked forward, picking a pace. August and her filled their rented cabin with their moaning, as she bounced atop him, rolling her hips and grinding her pelvis.

He was enjoying watching her reach her heights, despite the fact that she was jerking too fast and the grinding wasn't enough to get him close. But since he had nearly messed everything up by forgetting an integral part of the night, he let his fingers splay out around to her ass cheeks, helping her come down on him harder, and she bit her lip, muffling her moan. His patch of pubes had pressed onto her clit on the way down, give her the edge she needed. A few more of those and she had shuddered around his hard dick, coming soundlessly.

She always orgasmed without a sound, just her mouth wide open and her eyes closed. A little whimper came out of her mouth at the tail end of her gratification and she laid down on top of his chest, breathing raggedly. She twirled one of her nails through his black hairs littering his chest, until she was touching at one of his nipples. She smiled to herself, at his fast inhale. Her inner walls were still quivering around his organ, and she smacked her lips together, lifting her face up to meet his. They weren't finished, not by a long shot.

And she spoke breathily and seductively, sending a ripple of arousal through his body that she could feel against hers. "Take me to bed now, August."

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Huffing out, Regina touching at all of his hot buttons and turning him on, Graham had transferred his mouth to her neck the second their deep kiss had ended. His teeth were biting into her delicate neck, and his hands were around her back, blunt nails scratching under her shoulder blades. He was not gentle, and she was lapping up the way he desperately and roughly pawed at her. She craned her neck, letting him do what he wanted when he wanted to do it. Regina loved the hunger and animalistic way he took her when they would become intimate. 

It momentarily took her mind off of the banality of her curse and the way he consumed her made her feel loved and gave her the illusion of the hole in her heart being filled. She was allowing him to set the pace for now, but she had other plans for them that night, something she'd been wanting to experiment with for a while now. He had opened up her blouse, slipping the sleeves down her arms, not stopping his ministrations at her neck. He was marking her up, giving her big red hickeys, but she loved it. She was moaning with her front teeth in her bottom lip.

She would just use make-up to cover them up in the morning. After her shirt fell to the floor, his hands worked deftly to unclasp her bra. And only once she was shirtless, did he remove his attention from her neck. Regina was groaning, tilting her head upwards in bliss feeling his wet brush of lips trailing over her collarbone. He planted kisses downward and then when he was over her tit, he swiped his tongue around it.

"Yes." Was a breathy sigh.

He had his mouth around her right breast and grasped at her left one. He teased at her chest for a few minutes, long enough to feel her start to squirm, long enough to know he was making her panties damp. He pulled back, the two of them changing positions. It was Regina's turn, kissing along his jugular. She was silently guiding him closer to the bed, her hands pulling up at his dress shirt. One button had popped out of its hole. Regina was impatient, having worked up the courage to ask her and then setting things in motion for the night.

"Woah, hey. Careful with my shirt, Regina. I don't have that many for work as is."

Regina spread her fingers out, rubbing around his pecs, some of her red lipstick was smudged, and there was a naughty gleam in her eyes. "Tell you what. If I break or rip this shirt, I'll just buy you a couple of new ones."

With that she went back to pushing him to a spot right next to the bed, and true to her word, some of his shirt was ripped when she pried it open. He inhaled shakily, just as turned on when Regina was more primal, as she was with him. She dragged his sleeves down to his wrists, keeping his movements restricted. Then she bent down, grabbed one of the cuffs she had hidden under the pillow. The other one was already fastened to the bed post and she really kept him restrained as soon as the cuff clicked in place.

"Regina?" Though his question was full of promise and excitement.

"Oh. I have a surprise tonight. And trust me, you'll love it." After a moment of silence and no protests Regina called out. "Kat?"

Graham's eyes did widen, because they were suppose to be keeping their relationship under wraps, but on the other hand...a threesome. Quickly, Kathryn had come out of the adjourning bathroom, her pupils dilated and she was trying to not rub at her crotch. Obviously, she had been listening in on them making out, and getting aroused by it. Graham really didn't know her, but she had gorgeous soft blue eyes, and beautiful blonde hair. She wasn't as pretty as Regina was, but she was pretty, and his dick had decided for him.

He was completely on board with what Regina wanted, as his dick twitched in the confines of his pants in anticipation for the nights events. Kathryn walked over to Regina, her eyes taking in the sight of her naked breasts. She liked to think the Mayor was a friend, but even she couldn't deny the Mayors beauty. And when Regina had first approached her about this, she'd been speechless. Not only was Mayor Mills attractive, Graham was sex on two legs. Both were way out of her league, yet here she was, staring at both of them topless.

"You're wearing too many clothes." Regina seemed to read her mind as she scolded her. "I think you need to catch up."

And then Regina's mouth was on hers, her hands were clawing down the fabric of her shirt and then pulled it up and off her body. They had parted long enough to remove the shirt, before Regina had recaptured her lips. If Kathryn didn't know any better, she would have thought she was intoxicated or under Regina's spell as she responded feverishly to those full pouty lips. Once the shock wore off, Kathryn's hands had naturally wrapped around Regina's torso and she felt Regina work to get her bra off. 

As soon as one of her naked breasts collided with Regina's, she had whimpered. She wasn't the only one affected, Graham was getting anxious as he helplessly stood there watching the two women passionately kiss. He wanted to be between them, under them, behind one of them, anything just as long as Regina came over to free him. Regina quite purposely pushed their boobs together to get a rise out of Graham and Kat.

"Regina." Kathryn cried softly.

Licking at her lips, she caressed at the blonde's chin. "Just look at Graham over there."

Kathryn's eyes couldn't help but to stop at the erection caught in his pants, as she curiously tried to gauge just how big he was under there. And she longed to find out. "He looks horny and desperate. We may need to rectify that, Mayor Mills."

She puckered her lips at Kat, amused that she was still calling her Mayor Mills, even though their tits were still touching. But she kind of liked hearing Kat address her that way while shivering beside her. "He does look needy." Regina concurred. "What shall we do about it?"

"Mm. I think he deserves a little touching. All I know is I want his dick."

Regina grinned wide, and with one hand firmly attached to one cheek of Kat's ass, together they crowded into Graham's space. The Sheriff was so incensed, words had fled his throat, and he grabbed at Regina, tearing slightly at her hair and smashing his lips onto hers. His other arm was still trapped to the bed post, but he felt one of Kathryn's go between his legs and provided him with delicious friction. Kathryn rubbed at the length of his boner, and unable to resist, had gone to suck on one of Regina's breasts.

"He's not the only needy one." Regina groaned out between wet lips. Tonight was looking more and more wild, as her two partners became more and more aroused. She used her free hand to fetch the key out of the pocket in her pants, and then released Graham from the cuff. As soon as he was free, he shoved Regina down to the bed, gathered Kat in his arms to taste at her lips before they too fell into bed beside Regina for a night of sex.

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When he had first run into the lone Huntsman, Killian had pegged him as a fish out of water. He was all alone, and he seemed awkward; like he didn't know or understand any social cues. But he was undeniably attractive. Dare Killian even say it? He was nearly as sexy as he was. Despite the outward awkwardness the man displayed, Killian had known at once that he was going to have him. And ironically, once Graham had picked up on the fact that this was all about sex, he had turned a one hundred and eighty on him.

He understood fucking and was immediately open and amenable to Killian's proposition. They had gone back to the Jolly Roger, and Graham had looked delicious leaning against the wall shirtless and his pants ruffled and partly opened. His manhood wasn't exposed yet, but Killian could see his bush of private hair. His lips were swollen, Killian had taken full advantage of those soft pink lips of his. His eyes were black, and his body was left trembling in want. Killian had left his mark, several of them, up and down the sides of his neck.

And when he got going, he had been like an animal. Hook had tears in his undershirt, although it wouldn't be the first time he'd have to procure a new shirt due to an aggressive partner. Graham had only paused long enough for Killian to get a good look at the his chiseled chest, before the Huntsman had pounced. Teeth were in his bottom lip and his ripped shirt was completely ruined when Graham tore the last of it off his torso. He was just as nude as Graham was, but the man didn't stop there.

He was tugging at his pants until they were sliding down. Graham had descended with them, licking and nipping a trail down Killian's chest and navel. It had gotten a rise out of the Pirate, in more ways then one, but he remained quiet, watching intently at Graham's progress. He did have some difficulty unlacing his boots so he could remove them as well as his pants, but it was a minor hiccup. 

"You don't stop to catch a breath, do you?" Killian questioned, while Graham was momentarily halted by the intricate lacing of his boots.

"Not when it comes to breeding."

Killian raised up a devious eyebrow. "Aye, well I'll definitely breed you, love."

Graham caught his stare making direct contact with the Pirate. He left the Pirate to kick off the remainder of his pants, and he straightened his back out so he could take the head of his cock into his mouth. Graham wasn't going to waste too much time giving him head, but it was significantly more enjoyable when his partner's organ was wet. At the first contact of his moist mouth engulfing his tip, Killian did drop his jaw in a silent moan, before he licked at his bottom lip.

The man proceeded to surprise him, approaching everything sexual related with an insatiable need. This wasn't the actions of someone who barely had sex and was needy and desperate. This was more of a primal need and it turned Killian on, almost as much as watching his dick disappear inside that chasm did. The blowjob didn't last long, not when there was something more Graham was craving for. The man wasn't big on foreplay which was just as well. Killian had drank too much anyway and he would have been stumbling just to get to the better parts anyway.

He was not the most patient man when he was drunk. So when Graham popped off his dick, turned around, and started to peel his own pants off his buttocks, Killian had leapt into action. He helped drag those slack down faster and lower, pushed Graham until he was laying flat on his face on his bed and then mounted him. He didn't restrain himself, he was loud, shouting as he was penetrated, giving Killian a soundless thrill. Settling into the tight heat of his nightly partner only stiffened him more and after only a pause, neither man could stand the immobility any longer.

Killian went from zero to ten in a heartbeat, sparing no expense on behalf of the man underneath him. Graham didn't need it. He was going wild, meeting backwards with each of his thrusts, controlling the intensity and speed just as much as Killian was.

"You want to be taken fast and hard. You like it this rough, don't you?"

He wasn't sure what he expected. Graham hadn't been all that chatty leading up to this moment. So it wasn't a big shock to see Graham weakly nod his head and grunt gruffly. He was pounding his hole pretty hard, and was scrambling his brains, but it was still a bit disappointing that he didn't speak words or chant the same assent over and over again. The disappointment was fleeting, compounding with the pleasure he was experiencing. He did rub his hands over his back, down his sides and across his ass. 

Killian had managed to make the man curse or something that sounded like it, whenever he grabbed and yanked on his caramel colored hair. But for the most part, Killian kept his hands firmly planted around his hips, keeping him in place as he brutally fucked him. He suspected Graham had come, or was close to it, when there was a break in his breathing, a crack to his moans, and his body twitched and twisted as though he were trying to get away from all the stimulation and the flood spooling out of his slit.

"Uhhh. Ohhh yeah." Killian moaned contently. "You want this? Want me? Do you want me to breed you like a filthy animal? A common bitch?"

Killian didn't need to know. Graham had made it obvious, considering his ass was up, he would shudder and act all submissive every time he sunk his teeth into the back of his neck, and despite most likely orgasming; he was still keening out. Clearly, having the climax hadn't been enough for him. He wasn't satisfied and wouldn't be until he was filled up with cum. Some part of Killian wanted to hear him say it though, and he held back. He thrusted into him with a singular focus, but he still had to growl at Graham to get him to respond.

It was a choked up, needy plea, as he screamed out. "Yesssss." And then he made softer mewls, satisfied, when Killian came with a roar, emptying his seed deep inside his passage.

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"I know what you need." The sinful voice was but a whisper, leaving Killian to hide a flush behind his mug of beer.

But this was the whole reason he had come to this particular port, in the hopes of running into Jefferson. In the hopes that the normally soft man would don that domineering veneer and give him what he needed. One look had confirmed that Jefferson had read his unspoken tension as soon as he entered the tavern. And that look had also comforted Killian, knowing the gentle man was prepared to give him what he needed. Sure, Jefferson had told him, but Killian needed the reassurance, to know he was about to give up control to someone who had his best interests at heart.

"Well mates, I know what I'm doing for the evening."

"More like who." One of them had said and the others had erupted into drunken laughter.

Downing the rest of his beer, Killian slammed the empty mug onto the table, bid goodbye to his crewmen he'd been drinking with and led Jefferson out of the tavern and back to the cottage Jefferson lived in. As soon as they were inside, in private, with the door locked and closed, they had come together. They kissing was more for Jefferson. Killian wasn't big on kissing, not when sex was the main goal, but Jefferson loved it. It helped him connect and for what he got from the kind soul, he didn't mind the soft and more intimate affection that Jefferson craved at the start of their encounters.

It was also a bit of a turn on for Killian to taste of Jefferson just before Jefferson would order him to his knees. And he was not at all surprised when the soft, affectionate kisses had turned into something a little more ravenous and heated. He was more demanding and controlling, getting into character Killian assumed. And Killian was all for it, his body was prickling in anticipation.

"Jefferson." Killian's voice was laden with need, pulling away from the impassioned display.

"I know." His voice was rough, the loose hand in his hair, traveling down to his chin before he shoved his head in one direction, demanding free access to his neck. "I've got to mark you as mine first."

Killian swallowed down a groan and his eyes closed, enjoying the way Jefferson's mouth worked on his throat. It was slow and tender at first, like all of Jefferson was. With just his lips and tongue tracing at the salty taste of his skin. But soon his teeth were in his neck, pulling out a grunt from the Pirate. He was fisting Jefferson's shirt, his body both leaning into the stinging ache, the teeth gnawing at his flesh, and wanting to rip away from it. Jefferson didn't stop sucking, didn't stop biting until Killian made another grunt, this time more painful, until it turned into a shout.

"There." Jefferson pushed aside further at Killian's face to admire the reddened skin and the already forming bruises. They would likely only be visible for a week, if he was lucky, but just the fact that Killian would feel his presence for days after he left him was all he needed. It was enough. "Kneel."

Killian was ready before they even got to Jefferson's home and had gone down to his knees before he had finished saying the one word. Killian looked so desperately out of his mind for release, and Jefferson carded is fingers through his hair, before keeping a strong vice grip on the back of his head. "Undo my pants and release my cock."

The relief he was feeling as he let go of his control, just for one night, was overwhelming. And he was obeying Jefferson eagerly to get to that dick. Once it was freed, he felt a yank at the back of his scalp.

"Now put your hands behind your back. And you better keep them there and keep your mouth open while I use your first hole." His mouth parted on a moan, just before the tip of a penis was at his lips. He'd peeled his foreskin back, and was brushing the length of those flush lips with his tip. "Stick out your tongue like a good lad." When that tongue came out, he pressed the head to it, then slide part of his shaft against the wet muscle. Jefferson inhaled sharply, getting turned on by the power he got to exert over him. "Yeah. It's all up to you how dry or wet I am when I enter you. So you better get my shaft completely drenched if you want a more enjoyable fuck."

He smacked his dick against the flat of his tongue. And Jefferson dipped just the tip passed his front teeth, teasing himself as well as Killian. It worked every time. Killian's breath was more labored, wanting more, but unwilling to ask; not when Jefferson was in control. With a warm yet devious smirk, Jefferson pulled out. "Go on. Ask."

"Please." Killian broke into a plea, once he had gotten permission. "Use me. Fuck-Fuck my mouth."

Showing off his teeth, highly pleased with Killian's wants, he obliged him. The tip of his dick slipped back inside, pretty well lubricated, and then he pushed until he was hitting the back of his throat. Killian had done an entire bodily shudder over the intrusion, though it didn't take him long to adjust and fight against his gag reflex. Jefferson wasn't in the habit of hurting Killian, unless he asked beforehand and needed to feel pain. But tonight wasn't one of those times. So Jefferson allowed Killian to get use to his size and then picked up a faster pace in and out of that mouth.

Sliding his dick along that tongue, feeling sated over the moisture and warmth clamping down around him, and the slight shiver he received whenever Killian's back molars grazed at his invading rod. And Killian kept his jaw wide open for his every thrust. It felt so goo, and it felt even better, when he rocked into Killian's open mouth, all the way up to his base. He'd buried Killian's nose in his pubes, he was staring up at him, and although that was a sight that Jefferson would never tire of, it was when those bright blue eyes lost their focus.

When Killian was on the brink of passing out, that made Jefferson want to pound into the Pirate's ass with abandon. That was always his signal to take it to the next step, whether or not Killian had coated his length completely in saliva. Abruptly, he withdrew, catching his breath, while he watched Killian gasp and cough for air. He was moaning under his breath in pleasure, despite having just been choked by Jefferson's long cock. Clearly aroused by it. He was straining to keep his hands behind his back, too, but he managed.

"Take off your clothes, and lay on the bed." Came the command Killian had been waiting for since their eyes first locked in the tavern earlier that evening.

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Upon coming up for breath, Archie held nothing but affection in his eyes. And how could he not fall for the beautiful brunette? He got to see a side to her that not many got to witness and her soul was glittering beneath the surface, and for Archie that was what he had been drawn and attracted to. They had been dating for a few months now, and even though he'd finally gotten over his shyness and now boldly kissed her in public, it was not a feeling he'd ever grow tired of. His heart raced and his cheeks flushed as if it was the first time all over again.

Yet, he did begin to sputter, when she took her top of in the middle of his apartment. This wasn't new either, they had moved on from kissing into second base. They had started touching each others bodies, exploring what they liked, but they hadn't quite had penetrative sex, yet. And Archie was nervous that tonight was the night that they'd be taking the next step in their relationship and they'd be making love. He'd been feeling that "next" step for over a week now, and obsessively had been showering every day.

Even a little bit of cologne was being spurted on him, so he'd be prepared and presentable whenever Regina had expressed to him that she was ready. And judging by the bedroom eyes she was giving him as he slowly approached to take care of her bra; she was ready.

"I was, ooh, thinking." Regina stated leaning into Archie's hands covering over her breasts. "That we should increase our intimacy. I want us to sleep together."

He removed her bra, letting his fingers float over her silken skin, his tender movements causing her flesh to raise up into bumps and for another sigh to release from her mouth. "Are you certain, Regina?"

Her own touch had gone into his hair, holding him closer to her bosom, and guiding his mouth back over to hover over one of her mounds. Dropping his mouth open, he sucked her nipple passed his teeth. The tops of his teeth had just nicked at her bud, eliciting a breathy gasp from the brunette. 

"I'm ready." Her voice was not only full of confidence, but also unbridled anticipation. She did add in a serious tone. "This isn't just about me, Archie. Are you ready for sex?"

Archie popped off her breast, placing his hand back over it to tease her a little, but they were too alluring to ignore. He hadn't been lying to her months ago when he said he was rusty, and he did feel some nervousness about going all the way with her, but he trusted her and his feelings had grown for her over the last several months. He loved her, he realized suddenly. "I've never been more ready."

The nervous chuckling never came, he'd sounded so completely sure of himself, and Regina found that to be attractive on the redhead. Her deep red lips stretched into a pretty smile, just before she brought their lips back together. While they kissed, Regina was unthreading his belt, and pulling open his slacks. She pulled his shirt out from his pants, and they broke away in order to remove his shirt. With him topless too, she hummed lightly, feeling the coiling heat pool between her legs. 

She moved her lips to his neck, grinning to herself when his pale skin deepened to a lush pink. They steadily moved through the rest of the Livingroom, through the back hallway, and into Archie's bedroom while they both grasped and held and kissed and licked at each others forms. Archie didn't want to lose their closeness even as the lust began to take over. He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Regina with him, but he did not lay back. He was pushing down the remnants of her clothing and while he did that, Regina was freeing his cock.

His hands curved around to her butt, pulling her along to his lap. One knee went to one side of him, then the other, as she straddled his crotch. He did glance up at her, to reassure himself. "Is this okay?"

She was holding on to the back of his neck, with one hand caressing at his member between her legs. Regina's smile never faltered. Usually missionary was the safe position on a couple's first time, and Regina had expected the straight-laced, endearingly awkward psychiatrist to go with the good old-fashioned position. So this was a pleasant surprise. Regina had answered him while she raised up her hips and aligned his manhood with her entrance.

"This is perfect." A soft moan had interrupted her words and even Archie's breath hitched at the first time feeling her wetness enveloping his length. "It...you...you feel wonderful."

Archie nodded his head, agreeing that she had felt just as good, even though no words actually tumbled out. He licked at his lips nervously, holding steadily around her waist, and as soon as she moved up and then back down in a languid motion, he muffled his groan into the crook of her neck. She was riding him slowly and it was so erotic that Archie had trouble formulating actual sentences. And considering that was all he did, day in and day out, that was hell of a feat for the Queen. "Good." He huffed and tried again. "God. You're so good."

He drug his teeth down the side of her throat, wanting to feel her body shudder around him, now that their bodies were joined. She just felt so good and he barely managed to stop himself from gushing out about how much he loved her. She deserved that admission in a situation more special than during some euphoric sex. Possibly during a dinner he had personally cooked for her, with flowers involved. She tugged at his hair and he pulled off her throat to stare up into her eyes. Regina was biting at her bottom lip, showing off her vulnerable side that only he got to see. Running one hand up her back to wind it to the front and cup her cheek. He had leaned in to capture her lips, and ease whatever horrible thought that popped up into her mind and was now bothering her.

"I don't want our passion to overtake us and end this too soon." She had confessed and it was the same reservations Archie had had.

"I can't promise I'll hold out for much longer. It has been a long time." He cleared his throat ignoring the urge to speed things up and he tried to ignore his own wants and the desire her body was giving him. "But." He interjected when she pouted, yet nodded her head in understanding all the same. "We've got all night to explore each other Regina. Even if I...Even after I might prematurely..." He straightened up, shivering as he felt her clamp her muscles down around him. "I'm not going anywhere, Regina. We have all night together."

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They were outside rutting in the dirt like animals, in the open where anybody could see them and Hercules loved it. He wanted people to stumble upon them and witness them in the act. It made him hotter and harder and hornier just thinking about it. And David was feeling it, as he let out another ragged moan. Hercules' cock was pulsing deep inside him while James was plastered on top of him. David hadn't known Hercules and his brother were seeing each other when he had traveled down to the Underworld.

So of course he had been caught off-guard when Hercules had grabbed him around the waist, when he'd gone searching for him down at the marina. He'd been just as shocked when he pressed him up against the side of the building and sloppily french kissed him. The brunette had been thorough, he'd been an expert, and he left David dizzy with need and want. Hercules had mistaken him for his brother, but to his credit; David never let him know, not even when Hercules was murmuring out James' name while he undressed them and left love bites in his wake.

And by the time James had come sniffing around, looking for his boyfriend, he'd found them laying on the ground off in the tree-line behind the marina, with Hercules balls deep in his brother. There may have been some friendly jibes over Herc mistaking him for his uptight twin, but he had come around to Herc's behind. And he brought him slamming back into David, relishing in the way his twin had twisted his body and yelped out in desire. James had whispered into his boyfriend's ear about how turned on he was.

After that he wasted no time into stripping out of his clothes and joining in with them, and that was how they wound up in the position they were in now. James was straddling David, his legs spread open around him, his face buried in his twin's neck. While Hercules was between David's legs and fucking his hole relentlessly. Every thrust Hercules made, and every time David or James squirmed the twins shafts would grind against each other, further pulling more moans and gasps from the pair. It was amazing. Hercules cracked a grin hearing the pair groan in tandem beneath him.

"You might want to get a good grip around your brother, James." Hercules own tone of voice was deeper from the lust.

James was actually going to miss his brother when he went back to Storybrooke. He was unaware of how must of a turn on sharing and being with his twin would be, and he wanted to keep him. He gripped even harder around David when Hercules had asked, and he groaned through his next question. "Oh shit, Herc. What-uh-What are you going to do?"

With his tongue in cheek, he chuckled sexily, "Why fuck you both, of course." He lathered his spit over two of his fingers, and then brought them down to circle teasingly at his entrance.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Yes. Yessssss. Herrrc." James moaned.

"Need more preparation?? Or do you think you can take two of my fingers to start?"

"Uhhhhn. I don't need anything. Give them to me, Herc. Ah god. Yes." James had started to wiggle when Hercules two fingers pressed inside, his movements ground into David's erection.

He clutched around James back, swearing. "S-Stop moving so more or I'm ohhh, I'm going to blow my load."

James craned his head, his hips sliding back to impale himself on Hercules appendages, and he gritted out at David's harsh cry. "You better not come too soon."

Herc was grinning at that, corking his fingers, and moving them all the way inside, just to wrench out a filthy shout from his lover. "And why is that, James? Let me guess...You just have to, and want to come with your brother. Don't you?"

When James didn't respond right away, only gasped and shivered while Hercules worked those digits. Hercules took his free hand off of David, grabbed a fistful of James hair and yanked his head up.

"Oh fuck." David felt a swell of arousal seeing James unfocused, lustful gaze and hearing his loud cry.

"Yes. Yes. I want that." James brokenly breathed out, his wide pupils landing on David. He wanted it so bad, to come at the same time as David, to feel his brother spasm under him while they climaxed together.

"I'm up for that challenge." Hercules flashed that winning smile, making David's mouth water, and his eyes narrowed in determination. 

He probed and pounded precise jabs into James' willing body, and then he inserted a third finger. James winced, yet moaned, moaned for Hercules to slam him harder and to wreck him. David was scrunching up his face, curling his toes hard to stem his impending orgasm. But both twins were too far gone. And Hercules unexpectantly came first when James sought out David's lips, kissing him for all he was. And to watch the twins lose themselves to the pleasure; he had done that.


He was still fucking David and pushing his fingers into James' greedy ass after he'd drained his balls. James and David weren't too far behind him, their energy, their build-up was feeding off of each other. Their orgasms synced up in a way only twins did, and they screamed into each others mouths while they both spilled out between their bellies.

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"You're a noisy bastard, aren't you?" Rumple mused, while his hands roved up and down Killian's back. 

They dipped lower every so often, to grab at, massage and tease Killian's buttocks. Those lips of his were on his neck, searing him while simultaneously sending chills down his back. He could feel it in his legs as his thighs twitched. He shifted on his feet, mostly to hide the fact that the Pirate was making him weak in the knees. Like some damn virginal teenager. Killian was muffling his moans into Rumple's slender throat, but he was still dry humping into Rumple's body, groaning loudly every time their erections ground together. Rutting bodies wasn't the only thing that had turned Killian on. The taste and smell of Rumple was a drug in itself. Killian was the type of lover that got more pleasure from pleasuring his partners then from being pleasured. And any crack in Rumple's perfectly constructed expression was a heady, powerful feeling.

"Seriously, Pirate." Hissed Rumple after Killian had once again made another obscenely loud moan. And moan was putting it politely; when it had been closer to a wail. "We're right next to Main Street and my shop is open."

Sure they may have lived in a small town and he wasn't the most popular guy in it, but someone was bound to hear the racket Killian was making and would come to investigate it. "Thought you liked when I got-Ah-loud, love. Doesn't it turn you on?"

Rumple had spun Killian around, spanking his ass once in punishment for his tongue in cheek attitude. However, Killian took the spank to his right side as anything but a punishment. The slap to his bum had only elicited another loud shout out of Killian followed by an alluring booty wiggle, tempting Rumple to smack the other side. Tempting, but Rumple knew that was exactly what his partner had wanted. When Rumple didn't complete the matching set and denied Killian, his entire body sagged. Rumple could hear his lovers pout.

"So where's all that screaming and hollering now, Pirate?"

The sadness gave way to playfulness in an instant, as Killian rolled his hips backwards, teasing at the contour of Rumple's erection. "As soon as you do something to make it worth my while, Crocodile."

He let Killian get away with the dry humping, at least for a little while. It wasn't fair that he should do all of the work, and he did love watching Killian's bare ass wriggle between his legs. So he admired the view, and Killian knew that's what he was doing, since each movement was drawn out for maximum effect. "Ah." Rumple exclaimed. "So you admit you're doing it on purpose."

He scoffed. "Quit complaining, Croc. You love it. Now are you going to rub my ass raw or are you actually going to do something?"

"I have half a mind to fuck you raw."

"Even better." Killian moaned, but he let out something louder when Rumple's hand came down to smack against the same ass cheek, only harder. He rolled his eyes affectionately at the volume Killian was making, but that really didn't deter him from resuming their activities. And soon, Rumple was freeing his own erection and was rubbing his sticky head between the cleft of Killian's ass. "Oh fuck." Killian practically screamed. "You really weren't kidding when you said you were going to fuck me dry."

"Yeah." Rumple growled softly under his breath, wondering if Killian could even hear him over his shouts. "And you love it."

He wasn't sure how long he left Killian in a state of frustrated arousal, rubbing his dick between Killian's ass without penetration. He had gotten lost in the moment. But he had just started to inch his way inside when two women came bursting into the backroom where they were, their hands up, ready for a fight. Rumple had glanced up to confirm Emma and Regina had barged in on them.

"OH MY GOD!" Emma screeched, covering her eyes with the arms she had raised up. She had leaned into Regina who also blocked her vision of the scene before her.

Emma was echoed by Killian who yelled out almost at the same time as Emma had. "OH MY GOD!!"

Killian's body shivered around him, orgasming from being caught. Rumple had barely done anything, and there he was, blowing his load, just because two people had spotted and stared at him. Not just bloody noisy, he was a kinky shit too. Rumple debated whether to keep going or to abruptly pull out. But Killian had fallen face first onto the floor, and his body was still shuddering around him. Staying buried inside, he leered over at the girls, whose gazes were averted, but lingered awkwardly in the frame of the door.

"You and Guy-liner, really?!"

"What the hell were you two thinking?" Rumple ignored Regina to demand of them.

"We...Ow!" Emma shot her eyes at Regina after she slapped her. "Fine. I thought you were torturing Killian back here. How was I suppose to know the two of you were...Eeeugghhh. Throw up a sign or a sock or something next time. I feel like I need a shower."

Regina pulled Emma closer to her, as if to protect her from the horrible scene that was before them. As if Rumple had deviously schemed the whole thing up just to embarrass and gross them out. Not a scene they came leaping into with eyes wide open. Dramatic much, he inwardly groaned to himself.

"Yes. A shower and a distraction, right? My love?"

Emma sighed happily. "Sounds good, babe."

As soon as they made their exit, Rumple changed his angle, and position into something more comfortable. "Now that they're gone." He smirked, then started a slow pace.

The renewed stimulation made Killian groan with more heat. "You're really trying to make me come a second time, aren't you, Rumple?"

"Of course, Dearie." Rumple purred out. "And next time we fuck, I'm thinking I'm going to take you out to Granny's Diner, and strip you in the middle of it."

With a full body shudder, Killian consented whole-heartedly. "Ohfuckyeah."

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Arching his back, Killian's fingers had spread out along the fine silk sheets, and his hands were grasped by Merlin's heated hands. He'd been struck by how attractive Merlin was when Emma had first freed him, weakened by the intensity of those brown eyes. However his thick robes did him no favors. And knowing the lean, muscular tone hidden underneath, Killian had shuddered in arousal. Merlin was exactly the type of males he went for, but now that he had the memories of Nimue floating around in his head, it made this all the more meaningful.

Killian could feel the love as if it were his own, and he closed his fingers around Merlin's, holding on to both of his hands and letting his head fall away, opening up to the lips that were at his neck. The Sorcerer was lean and fit, thin and strong, unassuming yet powerful. And he was loving him as he would have Nimue. They were two separate people, two separate bodies, but a distinction that Merlin paid no heed to. Killian was as precious to him, as Nimue had been once a time. And he softly groaned, when Merlin bit down so sensually on the curve of his neck.

Both men had long since shed their clothes, and Killian was crying out whenever Merlin teased him with a little more skin on skin action. Though, for the most part, Merlin was hovering over top of him, letting him see but not feel his flesh, instead of plastering him down to the bed, and smothering him with his ever increasingly hot body. "Sweet, Gods, love."

Pressing a smile to his neck, Merlin continued to pepper wetter kisses down to his chest, his teeth and tongue gliding through Killian's chest hair. "Feel familiar?"

Killian's chest heaved up, urging Merlin to go back to sending chills down his body with each and every new touch. "We've...We've never had sex before now. But aye...it does feel like coming home to an old lover."

"In a previous life." Came Merlin's response.

And that made sense. He and Nimue had had sex, had made love, had shared a connection that went beyond the physical, and even emotional. They were also connected through magic that Killian barely understood. Of course this felt familiar, even though the touches were all new to this body. And the more Merlin descended down his body, the more his lower abdomen twisted in anticipation. This was going to be different, and those soft, moist lips of his had stopped at his hip, biting down gingerly at another curve to his form.

His mouth was watering, and a breathless exhale escaped from him, when Merlin made his way to the tip of his penis. He licked the bead of pre-cum from his head, before his lips parted to take in just his tip. Licking his lips, and tightening his hands within Merlin's, Killian closed his eyes to really enjoy the way he went down on him. There was no hesitation to Merlin's actions, and the inside of his mouth was impossibly hot. That tongue was against the underside of his cock, and those lips went further down.

"Uhn. Mer-Merlin." Killian moaned when his length was swallowed down.

One of the dark toned man's hands unwound from his, trailing down the same path his lips had tracked, though his palm widened and stilled at his chest. He held Killian down to the bed with it, as he came back up for breath. His mouth released his dick, only after swiping around his glistening tip again, to gather more of the liquid dripping out of his slit. Merlin's mouth twitched into a genuine smile, clearly enjoying it almost as much as Killian had. Unlike some of Killian's previous lovers.

There was no forced smirk, to hide the bitter taste of him, and give off the impression they hated going down on him, but did it simply because he liked it. Merlin actually enjoyed what he was doing to Killian. The Pirate had his fair share of both types of lovers, but somehow, with Merlin; it all felt different. And as Merlin crawled back up his body, now letting their bare legs, and arms, and chests to touch, he opened up for him. Those lips were on his in a second, and Killian could taste a bit of himself on that tongue.

When Merlin's crotch collided with his, Killian had groaned, only for it to quickly be muffled and swallowed up by Merlin. He had licked at and was granted deeper entry, and their tongues dueled while Merlin's impressive sized dick nudged against his entrance. And they were still deeply kissing when he relaxed into Merlin and the man's shaft started to slide inside. They were joined together, and it had been so long, Killian was almost forgetting the fact that this was their first time together.

He needed to do this. He needed to feel that love fill him up from the inside out, to feel what Nimue had felt all those years ago. She still loved him somewhere deep inside, twisted up in all the hate and darkness. Killian just didn't realize how badly he wanted to feel this full. Full on love, full on dick, full on desire. He wasn't even sure where Nimue ended and he began or if those distinctions mattered as little as their bodies did. But his spell would never work if he couldn't feel the stirrings of true love, back before the darkness, but this....this was also the perfect way to say goodbye.

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Jefferson growled out, prying his arm out of the beefy man that had manhandled all the way through the Mayor's building, up to his office on the top floor. Once Hyde had brokered the rights to Storybrooke, he had declared himself the Mayor and set up permanent shop lording over their town. "I've brought him here like you've asked. Will there be anything else Mr. Mayor?"

Hyde spun away from the window, taking in the sight of Jefferson, and narrowing his eyes at the suspicious fact that he was empty-handed, but gestured him to carry on with his security rounds. "No. I'll take it from here."

"Why am I here?" Jefferson asked, not at all happy to be there.

"I require the use of your portal hopping."

He blinked in surprise. "Why? You seem to have everything you could possibly need here. Your the fucking Mayor and own all this land. What could you possibly need my hat for?"

Instead of answering him, Hyde prompted. "Well, are you going to let me use it, or not?"

"No."

"Ah." He was steadily getting closer to Jefferson, and Jefferson didn't realize how close he was, until he was practically on top of him. Jefferson took a single step backwards, though he wouldn't get far, before Hyde's hired goons would be back on top of him. "And if I told you my reasoning for why I need and want your hat, you'd change your mind and allow me access?"

Swallowing nervously, Jefferson felt trapped. He'd walked into that one, and now he had to admit to their Mayor that he had no intention of ever using his hat for his gain. "No. I wouldn't. I won't use my hat to help you."

"I expected as much." Hyde's wide hand came around to the back of Jefferson's neck, pushing him further into his office.

Jefferson had staggered forwards, only to hear the door shut and lock behind him. He whipped around, keeping his eyes locked onto Hyde. "And exactly what are you going to do to me? I literally lost my head. There's nothing you can do to scare me." And if Hyde was going to arrest him and take him to jail then so be it. Which was an absurd abuse of power but he wasn't expecting anything less from this man.

"Oh I'm not trying to scare you. But you did disobey your Mayor, and I had asked so nicely."

"Nicely?!"

Hyde kept on talking as if Jefferson hadn't said a word. "A punishment is in order, wouldn't you say?"

"Punishment?" Jefferson probably sounded like a broken record by now, repeating one of Hyde's words as a question. 

But Hyde was ignoring him as he grabbed him by the wrist, catching him off guard, and Jefferson's world titled. He found himself hanging precariously over Hyde's lap and before Jefferson could say another word, or ask what Hyde thought he was doing, a hand had come down hard across his butt. He yelped out in surprise, his face reddening in embarrassment, and he wiggled to try and roll off and get away. However, Hyde pressed one hand down on his back, and his hand came down to strike at both of his butt cheeks in rapid succession.

He was barely able to put his hands down on the floor for purchase before more hits rained down on his behind. He couldn't believe he was being spanked for being "bad". His face was lit up in shame, and it only deepened when he felt the low simmering of arousal burn in his core. His ass was tingling in the aftermath of the stinging pain, and Jefferson was worried that this would progress long enough for him to get hard, and long enough for Hyde to figure it out. And Jefferson pushed off the ground in another bid to get up and get some distance between them.

He was pushed down by Hyde's big hand yet again and a warning in his ear. "This will go a lot faster if you'd stop moving and accept your punishment. Clearly you need more. Maybe some slaps to your bare ass will straighten you out."

When Jefferson felt his hand move around, to undo the front of his pants so he could move them down far enough to reveal his bare rear end, Jefferson whispered. "Stop." His voice was shaky. And he wanted this to end, more out of fear that Hyde would notice his keen interest rather than actually wanting to stop it. Jefferson supposed he could have put up more of a struggle to get up, but if he did, he wondered if this would escalate into something worse, and Hyde was untouchable. Plus, some part of him did actually want this which is why he was still bent over his lap, with his hands flat on the floor.

Of course, Hyde didn't pay any attention to his weak objection. And soon he felt his pants being shrugged down to his knees and he bit at the inside of his cheek, just imagining Hyde staring down at his pale round ass. A hand was back caressing around the globe, admiring the pinkish tint he'd made, before it lifted off and connected with a loud slap. Jefferson had jerked, another groan flying out of his mouth, and he wasn't sure if he had asked him again to stop, that time or if he'd sounded more like he had enjoyed that.

Meanwhile, a smile was pulling at Hyde's lips, seeing that ass growing more red, now that he didn't have the layers to cushion the blows. And he mused out loud, as he concentrated on matching his other cheek to the same color. "You know, maybe I didn't really need to use your hat. Maybe it was just an excuse to get you up here. To spank your ass red, and have some fun."

"Ah!" Jefferson cried out as a particularly hard smack slammed down onto of his ass. "Hyde...Mi-Mister Mayor. Please." He didn't know what he was begging for.

Smoothing over his now blooming hot butt, Hyde cocked his head in suspicion. He reached down between Jefferson's legs, his eyes twinkling at the state Jefferson had found himself in. He grasped at his hard dick, bringing it up between his legs, seeing the pre-ejaculate string from his slit, halfway down to the floor. And he gave him a couple of firm strokes, making Jefferson's body tremble on top of him, while he moaned with a flush of heat. "Mmm, you look like you're enjoying this just as much as I am." He twirled his hand around his tip, before ultimately releasing his cock, letting it hang back down. "Would you like more?"

Jefferson's mouth hung open, still feeling the prickling sensation over his ass, and he was already missing the way that blazing heat had encompassed his hardened length. A crack down on his pained butt came down, and his shout was cracked and broken. "Please."

He figured he wasn't going to get any more out of Jefferson...this time. But next time, he'd be able to get Jefferson to be more open and chatty. Right now, he was going to make the other male hump at his leg, until he coming apart at the seams. He circled around his throbbing flesh, pushing his cheeks apart, and spitting down at his puckered hole, he smeared the saliva on his finger, before he pushed one digit inside. Jefferson moaned out, and his hips jerked at the stimulation, bumping his erection into Hyde's leg.

Jefferson was blinded by the lust, the tingling of his rump, the finger probing inside his body, and he groaned softly. His fingers tautened on the floor, and he ground his dick into the scratchy material of Hyde's pants, gaining friction. The finger was pumping in and out of his entrance, rubbing and curling along his walls, and he moaned in completion, after a few minutes. Jefferson came, his eyes closing to the bliss, while he dampened Hyde's clothing with his spunk.

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There were no explanations over how the Black Fairy came to be standing over him, with his father and his demonic grin standing right beside her. It was like his worst nightmare and the most filthy, and darkest fantasy he'd ever had rolled into one. His mother wore dark clothing, something that accentuate her breasts, and her overall slim figure. And his father's leer had him shivering in unspoken fright, seemingly amenable and excited by the suggestion his ex had made. His hand was at the small of her back, but Rumple still shrunk away as they got closer to him.

There, in the heart of Neverland, did Rumple realize just how little power he held there. He'd sent his shadow off with his dagger, so that it didn't wind up in the wrong hands, but he was at a disadvantage now that he was away from it. He wasn't powerful enough to take both of them on, and being faced with both of his parents and their malice made him feel like a little boy again. Weak, and helpless. His mother was the first to make contact, her hand winding up in his hair, and he flicked his head away, biting at his bottom lip.

"Such disrespect." Fiona's haughtiness came through. "What have you been teaching our boy?"

"I washed my hands clean of him, long ago, Fee."

Her eyes sparkled a darker color, and Rumple swallowed down his unease, when he thought her eyes had completely blackened. And he bit out nervously when their eyes were on him. "What do you intend to do with me?"

Fiona and Pan exchanged a look, and to see the twisted grins reflected there, had his blood going cold. He was completely alone, that had been his choice, and only now, as they backed him up until his back had collided with a large rockface, had he regretted his decision not to stay with the Charming clan. It would have been hair pulling to stick around them and here the sugary sweet hope and love droll, but in hindsight, that would have been better then being faced with the two people who'd scarred his childhood, scars that pained him to this very day.

"I think you need some discipline. A stiff hand."

His hands clutched into fists, outwardly showing his distress at the turn of events, but his dick had twitched at the perverse smile of his father, and the way his mother licked at her lips. Absolutely horrified by his bodies reaction. Pan lurched forward, determination and purpose in every aspect of his actions. Rumple wasn't even sure what he was going to do to him first, but he warned out pitifully. "Don't."

"Sounds like your back sassing your father."

"Papa..." Rumple whispered.

However, he was cut off, when two fingers traced along his bottom lip, before the tips of them entered his open mouth. He had bitten down, only to to get hit in the gut after his "old" man cursed in pain behind him. He hooked his thumb into one side of his jaw, and his ring finger dug painfully into the other side, keeping him from using his teeth as weapons again. And then those sweat riddled fingers were back inside, coaxing at the top of his tongue. Rumple whimpered, the taste ever present on his tongue.

The magic was at his fingertips, but he saw out of the corner of his eye Fiona bring forth her devastating dark magic, that would knock out his sooner then he'd like to admit out loud. "Mommy and Daddy won't tolerate naughty boys, Rumple."

His fingers wiggled in anxious energy, before he willed his magic away. He was trapped, and he knew and they knew it. Pan had gotten in behind him, and he found himself falling into his body. Lips were at his ear, a tongue tracing his shell and he shivered against Pan's body. He was groaning softly as his tongue started to slide of its own accord, and a lower body part was beginning to take a very eager interest in both of them being so close to him. In the way he was sucking on those fingers. It wasn't true. He couldn't believe it was true.

The Black fairy let out a titter, her luscious full lips and he couldn't believe that he had even thought that, had widened in derision. "What a slut you are, son." 

Rumple sunk further into the one body he didn't want to be pressed against, when his mother drew ever closer to him. His voice was rough and muffled but they could understand his words, regardless. "Ma, please."

Her long slender fingers gripped around the shape of his burgeoning erection, pulling another breathless whine from his mouth. Though his hips still jerked up into her questing hand. "Look at our boy, Malcolm. He's getting off on this."

"Aww laddie. I didn't know you were such a pervert." His teeth were piercing into the edge of his ear, his voice all the more daunting and yet elicited arousal. "Just another worthless bitch."

His eyes squinted, his vision blurred, either from unshed tears or from the lust, despite the words cutting in deep. The humiliation was bringing about this insatiable need to buck up into her fist, and he gasped around the warm and soaked fingers when his mother had reached her hand down the front of his pants, to wrapping those long fingers, and manicured nails around his burning flesh. "You fucking dirty whore. You want to fuck up into my fist, don't you? Get your filth all over mommy's hand?"

She was squeezing around his tip, jerking at his shaft, and after he'd let out a long winded shout, doing just that, he almost sighed out in relief. He didn't know how to face the fact that he'd just come to both of his parents, but it was something he would at least be able to bury within his subconscious and never look at it again. Not even when he was back in his home in Storybrooke, alone, late at night. Well...But he was never that lucky. Why would they just let him go after humiliating him like that?

Fiona had released him from her grasp, wiping any fluids off into his hair, before Pan too let go. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily, but cried softly when Pan grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back up, and the Black Fairy began to undress him. "Did you think we were done with you, you second rate whore?"

Rumple grimaced as Fiona and Pan lip-locked, and his heart fell when Pan's voice took on a mirthful glint. "Let's play, Fee."

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Bundled in his arms, were a fresh pair of clothes, a towel, and a washcloth. David lightly pushed Pan forwards when he lingered in the door frame, but he stepped into the bathroom, giving David enough room to follow in after him. He was glaring over at the tub in the corner, and he folded his arms as soon as the door closed behind them. Out of the corner of his eye he saw David placing the clothes down onto the bathroom counter, the towel onto the top of the toilet that was sitting right beside the bathtub; only having the washcloth left.

"This is stupid." Pan muttered under his breath.

"Maybe." They had thought Pan deserved a chance, if he could be scrubbed (not literally) of the feral nature living out in the wilderness of Neverland for eons. That wasn't Charming's decision to make though. He was just tasked with giving Pan a bath and dressing him up in more modern and presentable clothing. "But that's not my area of expertise. I'm just here to give you a bath, now take your clothes off."

"That eager to see me naked?" Pan tried to taunt, but David was not effected and did not rise to the bait like Pan had wanted him to. With a sigh, he started to strip himself of his clothing, blushing faintly as soon as he was standing completely nude in the middle of the bathroom. The only thing that he still wore, was the black magical cuff that cut him off from his abilities. Leaving him virtually helpless and vulnerable.

As soon as Pan was naked before him, David found him to be oddly subdued. Though he didn't spend much time ruminating on the why. He had kept his eyes on Pan, not trusting to turn his back on him, while he turned the faucet on, starting the bath. He covered the drain, so the tub would fill with water, and he had his hand under the running water, testing the warmth before he adjusted the dial. As soon as he was satisfied that it was a good temperature, he stood up and got out of the way.

"Alright, it's all ready. Get in." He had dumped the washcloth under the water, and then drew it out and started rubbing the soap into the material.

Pan still had his arms folded across his chest, keeping up the defiance for only a few more minutes, but at David's level glare, he acquiesced. Without his magic to give him the advantage, David would lay him out flat, and so with a slight slouch he obeyed, stepping foot into the tub. He'd never admit that the warm water against his skin felt <i>good</i>. And he definitely wouldn't admit that he liked it as he sat down and got wet. The water already starting to run the dirt off of his body.

He shuddered slightly when the rough texture of the washcloth connected with his upper arm, and ran slowly in circles down the length of it, until David got to his fingers. David dipped in between each digit, before going back up to get his under arm. Pan had flinched a little when David curved up underneath his armpit. And the first real smile touched David's face, as he asked with slight amusement. "Ticklish, Peter?"

"Shut up." Pan denied vehemently.

David dropped it, but the tension wasn't as antagonistic now, as David repeated the process up and down his opposite arm. Pan didn't pull away that time, but he did bit down onto his bottom lip, presumably to conceal the way his body wanted to jerk and giggle at the sensitive area. As the water got more murky, David had to drain the water, and refill it, and while he was waiting for it to drain again, he had rinsed off the cloth, and then soaped it back up. Next, he ran the rag over Peter's chest, and Pan's chest expanded as he took in a deep breath while that strong hand moved around, and then down to his navel.

He did sweep back around and up to go up his backside, scrubbing between his shoulder blades, and around his neck. He turned the water back on briefly to rinse the washcloth of the soap and grime. And with fresh soap, and the tub mostly empty, he was able to reach down Pan's pelvic bone, the sudsy rag wrapping around his flaccid prick. David had lifted it up, to get the underside, and then gave his ball sac a good scrubbing. He got under his scrotum, rubbing at his perineum. David had heard Pan suck in air through his teeth.

His motions were smooth and gentle, and he sensually circled the cloth around his anus, before pulling away to rinse at the cloth again. Pan's cheeks had gone a light pink, as David didn't miss an inch of his body, not one nook of his privates, and was silent with doubt while David continued to bathe him. He was moving down to the meaty part of his legs. However, Pan didn't abruptly focus on David's ministrations again, until David got to his feet. Those too, particularly the bottoms of his toes, right where David was trying to get to, were ticklish. Pan had let out a yelp, kicking at David's hand.

Quickly, Charming had done the other leg, foot and toes, not at all fond of being kicked at. Plus he figured it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for Pan either, as a soft laugh tumbled out of his mouth, before a look of horror crossed his features. There may have been a death glare present too. A silent 'if you tell anyone' threat that remained unspoken between them. David raised up his hands as if to demonstrate that it'd be their secret, even if inwardly he were still amused by it.


"Just need to rinse you off, and then you can dry off and dress." Charming promised.

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"Aw what's the matter, Dark One?" Came the condescending coo.

"I-I'm not the Dark One anymore." Rumple had groaned, feeling stuffed to the brim. Hades had reached completion, but wasn't pulling out and for some reason his traitorous dick had twitched in arousal at that. His hair was brushed back behind his ear, as Hades nibbled on the shell.

The God of the Underworld nodded in agreement with the Spinner. Since dying and coming down onto his turf, Rumple was technically just a man again. 

"That's true. You're just a lowly Spinner, aren't you?" He thrusted in and out a few times, fully aware that some of his come had slipped out. "I suppose I could hand you back over to all those townsfolk who mocked and hated you...All those people you've screwed over, over the years. Would you like that to be your punishment, Rumplestiltskin?"

With all of that hanging over his head, he had gazed back at Hades catching the moan in his throat at the angle change. "Hades. No. P-Please." His eyes dropped low, knowing he was powerless to the God's whims.

"Awwww, you don't like that punishment?"

"N-No-o."

"If that's true then I expect you to be more into these get togethers. Be a little more into it and lively, Rumple. Besides..." Hades wicked fingers danced across his skin leaving Rumple to shiver at the contact. And then as soon as his manhood was encompassed in Hades heated fist, he had thrown his head back; silencing his moans. "You will never convince me that you don't like this. You are rock hard, Dark One."

He gasped, his eyes rolling up on Hades upstroke. The downstroke wasn't as dry thanks to his own pre-cum, and it took Rumple a few labored breaths to find his voice. "Yes." Though that word was barely audible. "This." 

Rumple huffed out, reduced to one word syllables to express that he preferred their arrangement to the one Hades could and should have done to him. And he even fucked himself on Hades thick cock, hard and pulsing inside him. Luckily, Hades preferred their arrangement too. Rumple got that answer when Hades grip around him increased and his jerking quickened. A reward, he supposed, for choosing the right answer and for doing as the God asked. He was bouncing back, slapping his ass on Hades pelvis, moaning reservedly while Hades previous cum sloshed; some of it leaking from his hole. 

It was all too much. It felt erotic and Rumple could scarcely think outside of the pleasure. Although, he did keep coming back to one thought. Hades was right. He did like this, his body loved it, a little too much. And he certainly couldn't hide it from the God or from himself either. Not anymore. Not like it mattered. He had sacrificed himself for the town-he was in the Underworld to stay, permanently. All of his internal thoughts ceased to be when the build up of Hades hand job as well as his long organ banging persistently into his prostate reached the precipice.

His eyes shot open in obvious desire, while he struggled to form words of coherency. "Ha...Ha...HA-DES!"

His broken up name, uttered and shouted from those lips gave Hades a spike of bliss and he twisted his wrist as he pumped his arm steadily. "You about to come, Rumple? Sounds like you're about to come. Oh yeah, my dear Dark One. Go ahead and come for me."

Rumple had unspooled under the God's ministrations, coming before Hades had even finished talking. After coaxing the last little bit of fluid out of him, Hades had withdrew from his member. Rumple's body slumped forward, face flat on top of Hades pool table. His brain had shorted out and his body was recovering, but what else could be expected from a regular man? Hades didn't care though, Rumple had done what he asked of him, and had come unmade in his hands. He didn't care if Rumple was too blissed out of his head for the ending.

"Ohhhh. I'm going to come again too. Would you like that?" A rhetorical question to which Hades already knew the answer. Rumple had gotten rock hard to being filled up earlier. "Ah. I'm going to come inside you, you little slut." Like he suspected, Rumple's eyes were still open, but he was riding cloud nine. With one hand in a death grip around his waist and the other possessively combing through his hair, Hades spilled inside him with a satisfying roar.