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Part One: I once was lost
Emma and Killian first met when she moved to the sleepy suburb of Storybrooke, Maine. She'd been through a messy divorce and found support in the unlikeliest of places.
Before Storybrooke, Emma never stepped foot in Church, but there was something welcoming about St Mark's… or rather she should say the resident priest. Father Killian Jones was young and hot, and he listened to her and helped her settle in.
Soon Emma was a pillar of the community, she had several good friends and a place she called home. This was all thanks to Father Jones.
It was no secret that she had developed feelings for him. Emma struggled with these at first. After all, he was a priest. Off-limits. Out of bounds.
But then, she started working closer more closely with him on community projects and he would give her lingering looks here and smoldering looks there. This gave her pause to wonder what was going on in that deliciously handsome head of his.
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The first time it happened it was an accident. Emma and Killian had been working late together and decided to open a bottle of wine. They'd been chatting and drinking which had loosened her tongue.
"So, tell me, Father, what made you become a priest in the first place?"
Killian looked at her in her eyes and shifted in his seat to move closer to her, saying, "I thought we'd agreed that you were to call me Killian, because, well… that's my name, Emma." He said lingering on her name.
She liked how it sounded as it rolled off his tongue; sensual and invited dirty thoughts into her head. Emma moved closer towards him, "Oh, you did. But wine makes me flirty and you make me want to flirt and… why aren't you stopping me? You're an honest to God priest! And I'm flirting and you're letting me and…"
"Emma!"
"I really want to kiss you and, for fucks sake, Killian I want to fuck you most of the time. I'm just so damned confused because…"
"EMMA!"
"... You're a priest!" Emma finished quietly and looked anywhere but directly at him. She could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Killian gave up trying to talk to her. Instead he lunged at her and kissed her with everything he had. Every pent up emotion and feeling he'd had within him. Ever since Emma had breezed into his life he began questioning his faith. No… that's a lie. He was questioning it before. Emma had given him the absolute assurance that he no longer wanted to be in this role. As he continued to kiss her, she returned it with equal fervor. It's wet and it's passionate with very little elegance, but it expressed what they were both feeling.
Soon, they pulled back when oxygen was needed, and they nervously opened their eyes.
"Emma… that was…" Killian began but he saw Emma start to recoil, shame setting in, "please don't pull away."
"Killian… I want this, I need you, but… you're a priest," Emma said, as if he needed reminding of the fact that they'd just broken his vow of celibacy.
"I'm resigning soon, Love. Not just because of you, so get that thought out of your head now," Killian attempted to reassure her.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" she asked, surprised. No one had ever read her that accurately before.
"Open book, Love," he replied, honestly.
"OK… do you need to resign straightaway? I was thinking… well… if you're amenable to it, we explore this. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a priest," Emma asked, boldly playing with his clerical collar, as she edged even closer to him.
He pulled her into his lap and asked, "What did you have in mind?" before he gave into his carnal desire and sucked a mark into her neck.
Now that he'd had this talk with her it was like the floodgates had opened. She unleashed the man inside that had laid dormant for so long. Of course, after tonight he'd have to make sure he could put it aside again until he could officially be with her. But, for tonight all bets were off. Killian was pretty sure that Emma felt the same, given how she ground against his ever-growing manhood, but being a gentleman he checked.
"Christ, Emma. Please tell me I can have you? I've already broken my vows. Please, Emma. I need you," Killian asked. His voice shook with the strength it took him from flipping their positions on the couch, and pinning her in place and fucking her into oblivion.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god he's not going to stop this from progressing. "Yes, Killian. Yes… I need you. Right now. I feel like I'm going to explode," she almost screamed out.
He chuckled at her outburst before saying, "OK. Well, it's been a while."
Emma's eyebrows shot up, "I should hope so!"
He scratched behind his ear, a damned nervous twitch he could never shake. "Emma, I'm being serious here."
"So am I,'' she told him, before noticing his face. Feeling guilty for making a joke out of the situation, Emma continued, "I'm sorry, Killian. Let me help?" She pressed her searing hot center harder this time.
Killian, lost in his thoughts, guilt starting to set in, was powerless to do anything but nod.
Emma saw the guilt flash across his face so she took the first step by taking off her top. As she did so she felt Killian's cock twitch in his pants.
Killian watched as Emma started stripping in front of him. He was torn between stopping this before they fully crossed the line and going ahead and committing the ultimate sin. He wondered how something so wrong could feel so right. In the end, the beauty in front of him won out, and after he recovered from the shock of seeing Emma in her lacy red bra, Killian’s muscle memory took over. It may have been a while, but he was no virgin. As she climbed back on top, legs folded either side of his hips, Killian used the opportunity to take action. His hands quickly moved to her breasts. After years of not touching a pair, he'd forgotten how warm and heavy they were. He squeezed them firmly. "Is this good, Love? You've got gorgeous breasts. So pliable and I could kiss them all night," he says, taking a nipple into his mouth and giving it a hard suck.
She let a loud groan fall from her naughty lips. "That's good, Killian… just like that."
This increased his confidence and he continued, giving her other breast some attention while still rolling her erect nipple between his fingers. He's thankful that they've met in his home tonight, and not the church office, given the sinful noises falling from her lips.
"I take it you like your breasts being touched?" Killian asks, his Irish American accent thick with lust.
"Yes. But for the love of all things good, I could do with those hands being put to good use elsewhere."
Killian smirked at her and decided to test the waters with a theory. "Patience, my child. Good things will come to good girls. Can you be good?"
Her eyebrows shot up and she felt a gush of warmth coat her underwear at his words. "Yes, Father. I can be a very good girl for you."
Killian kissed her passionately as he stood them up, "I need you to take your knickers off for me, please," he said as he proceeded to unbuckle his own slacks. He groaned in relief as he exposed his cock to the air.
"Well, hello there. Forgive me, Father. I'm about to be a very naughty girl." Emma started to kneel down, but Killian grabbed her hair and pulled her to a standing position.
"I meant what I said earlier, my Love. It's literally been years since I've had sex, let alone with someone I've got feelings for." Pulling her hair a little harder to angle her head so he can kiss her neck, he said into her skin, "I hope that I'll be given another opportunity to experience that filthy mouth of yours, but right now my cock needs to be deep in that cunt of yours. I bet it's positively dripping. Is it, Swan?" Killian spun her around so she was pinned against his body. Walking her over to the back of the sofa, he reached around her. She kept her skirt on, so he shimmied it up so it rested on her waistline. His hands roughly grabbed her between her thighs, which were slick with her desire.
"Christ, Emma. You're so fucking wet," Killian exclaimed through gritted teeth.
"It's you, Killian. You do this to me. I don't think I've ever heard you swear so much," Emma told him, honestly.
"I may be a priest, but I'm still a man… and well, it seems you've woken the beast within me. I strongly suggest you hold on to the back of the sofa. Emma, I need to warn you; once I start fucking you I'll not be able to hold back. Are you sure you want this?" Killian asked her, giving her a final out from this.
Emma reached around to give him a sweet kiss full of the love she felt for the man behind the clerical collar. "Yes, Killian. Trust me, I need this as much as you need it. I'm not going to break. So… go for it."
"Bloody hell, Love. I'll never know what I've done to deserve you in my life."
"We'll talk about that, and the question you dodged earlier with this massive distraction. Now, would you kindly get on with it and fuck me?"
Smirking, his intense blue eyes dark with lust, he kissed her jawline before he replied, "Yes, Emma."
Killian pushed her over the back of the sofa as he rubbed his generously sized cock over her dripping cunt. He's very well endowed but he could tell she's more than ready for him. He lined himself up and with one hard thrust he entered her.
They groaned in unison at finally being together after months of wanting this.
After a few seconds, she adjusted to the welcome intrusion, and circled her hips around, crying out as he hit the spot within her that sent quivers of pleasure rolling through her.
Killian, who had been standing very still, willing himself to stay calm, soon caught on and grinded back into her.
It didn't take them long to find their rhythm, with Emma meeting his hard, slow thrusts.
"I… need… more…" Emma panted out.
Killian kicked her legs further apart and reached around to play with her engorged clit. Taking her juices, he started to move his fingers slowly and feather lightly, "God have mercy on my soul," he said. He'd forgotten how much he'd loved to please his woman. "Mine," he growled into her ear, with a possessiveness that had taken over him. The thought of other men she'd had filled him with a jealous feeling he had no right to feel. He snapped out of it when he felt her inner muscles flutter at his words.
Emma had never been so turned on in all her life. She felt as though she was on fire. This man who was literally God's gift was going to bring her to her most intense orgasm. No man ever managed to do this to her before, never mind one who'd taken a sabbatical from fucking for years. She let out a particularly loud groan when Killian brushed his fingers more firmly over her now throbbing clit. She was almost there but just needed something more.
Killian bent down and roughly pulled her hair out of the way in order to kiss her neck, his tongue licking it to soothe it. This made her moan even louder, "Bloody fucking hell, Emma. Tell me what you need," he commanded.
"Faster! I need you to fuck me harder...please Father, I need atonement for being a very naughty girl," Emma gritted out.
Killian thrust harder and faster, hitting the ridge inside her that soon had her starting to clench his cock. His fingers increased their speed and became firmer; the smaller circles made her body start to react involuntarily. His other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave a bruise as he desperately tried to hold back his own pleasure.
"Are you close…? Tell me you're nearly there, Emma!" Killian commanded brokenly.
"Yes. Come for me, Killian. I want you to come inside me," Emma cried out, needing to feel close to him for as long as possible.
Having never heard such dirty talk from a sexual partner before sent Killian over the edge. He felt Emma's legs shaking beneath him as she finally came and allowed himself to release his own orgasm deep inside her.
As they stood there panting, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, reality set in. Killian pulled out and silently put himself away.
Emma studied him as she looked for her clothes. When the silence became unbearable, and she thought he was going to crack a tooth with his jaw clenching, she walked over to him, "Killian. Please don't regret this or pull away from me. I do not regret what we did. Come and sit with me. We should talk."
So they did, and they came up with a plan. Killian would continue to work in the community on the projects with Emma and they would very carefully see one another. Meanwhile, he would tender his letter of resignation to his superiors. As he'd told Emma, he was already in the process of doing this and so many of the cogs had already started turning. He's perfectly aware that according to canon law as laid down in the Catechism of the Catholic Church, when he took holy orders, it made a spiritual mark on his character that can't be removed. In fact, he knew when the time was right, he'd come back to volunteer as a lay deacon. He still held a firm belief in God, and the teachings of the church, he just never imagined he would meet someone as good as Emma that would make him want to leave. He should feel guilty that he'd broken his vows with her, but he believed that God was an all-loving God who would forgive their transgressions.
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Over the coming weeks, they enjoyed sneaking around while discussing their future. As Killian became more comfortable in a sexual relationship they discussed taking things to the next level, and invested in some sex toys. They already have some interesting role-play opportunities at hand.
Emma started to go to confession, something she'd never done before. She'd done a little research so came prepared. She knew that Killian would be in the confessional so she'd waited until the church was empty and, using her keys, quietly locked the doors before running back and opening the confessional door.
She took a deep breath and said, in a sultry tone, "Bless me Father, I have sinned. This is my first confession."
The sound of a book dropped to the ground, and Emma bit her lip to stop her laughing.
In the other confessional, Killian took several deep breaths to steady himself before he said, breath still shaking, "Go on, my child. This is a safe place where you can relinquish your sins."
"Thank you, Father," she breathed out, "I met someone recently who makes me want to touch myself. He's the hottest guy I've ever had, and the best fuck. My panties are always ruined and he gives me the strongest orgasms I've ever had. Even the thought of him has me so turned on now."
"Are you touching yourself now, Emma?" Killian whimpered, the control he had on the situation rapidly slipping away.
"Yes. I'm soaked, Father," She sucked her own fingers, making sure he could hear her do it.
"Emma… what… what are you up to?" Killian asked her, desperately. He cursed the thin wall that separated them.
Emma didn't answer him directly, but instead said, "I taste so good, Father. Would you like a taste of me?"
Killian was so turned on by her silky tone and no longer able to resist her, he pulled her into the room with him. He grabbed her hand and took a taste of the unique elixir. He desperately wanted to taste her further, but not now… now he has other plans for her.
"On your knees, Emma. You need to pay your penance for your sins. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck that naughty mouth of yours and you're going to take what's given to you. Then when I've decided you've had enough, I'm going to fuck that hot cunt of yours. Now, if we're not going to be discovered, I'm going to make sure you keep quiet. Do you have any questions?"
Emma looked up at Killian, face flushed and her thong drenched. She couldn’t remember feeling this turned on ever before. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts before she said, "Understood. My safe word is Neverland. I'll use it if it gets too much."
Killian took a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around her eyes.
Blinded and in the silence of the church, Emma heard his fly open slowly; she felt his warm velvety head press against her closed mouth. Opening it slowly, Emma swirled her tongue gently around the tip.
Once he felt Emma was ready for him, he took his hand and wrapped it around her hair. Holding her head firmly in place, he gave an experimental thrust. Satisfied she was coping, he thrust a little harder. Soon he was fucking her mouth, her spit coating his dick.
Emma struggled at first, but once she got her breathing in check, she started to thoroughly enjoy the harsh intrusion. She allowed her jaw to slacken allowing Killian to go further into her mouth.
When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he quickly pulled back. He was not nearly done with her yet.
Emma felt a sharp pull on her hair as she was forced into a standing position. She jumped when Killian growled against her neck, "What do you have planned for me next, Father? I need to be cleansed from my sins."
"Yes, you do. You've been very naughty, coming in here and fingering yourself. Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that was? I can't wait another minute without being inside you."
"Please, Killian. I feel like I'm on fire. I need you now," she whimpered out brokenly.
Killian removed her blindfold and felt thankful that her trousers were already undone, pulled them and her panties down simultaneously. The scent of her desire hit him and the beast in him couldn't help but reach around and swipe his fingers through it to collect some of her essence to taste. The small taste he'd taken earlier left him unsatisfied. He vowed to rectify this soon and worship her the way they both needed, but for now this would have to do.
Emma whimpered as she felt his fingers against her heated flesh, "Killian… please… get inside me," she begged, tears started to roll down her face as she was in agony over the orgasm she was on the brink of.
He continued to build her up, her moans drove him wild as he put two fingers in her. He found her slick with need so it didn't take him long to bring her to orgasm. Killian pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "You taste divine, Love. I can't wait for another time where I worship you. But for now I want you to sit with your back to me and your legs as wide as you can get them. I want full access to that clitoris. You need to pay your penance for coming in here and doing this to me while I'm working. The usual penance I give my parishioners is a decade of the rosary. But for you it'll be ten hard slaps of your clit while I'm buried deep in you feeling your walls twitching. Do you understand me, Emma?"
"Yes, Father."
"Emma, Love," Killian said, breaking character momentarily, and kissed her hard, "I love you; tell me your safe word again"
Emma looked at him and gave a small smile of understanding, "I love you too. It's Neverland."
"Good. Now spread your legs for me, Emma. I need to be inside you now."
Emma did as she was told, and they both sighed in relief as they were finally connected.
Killian waited a few moments for her to get settled before he thrust hard. Without warning he gave slap number one, which made Emma cry out.
"You need to be silent, Love. The church may be locked but we don't want to draw attention to our immoral activities." Killian said and took a cloth and shoved it in her mouth. "There, that should muffle any sounds you'll likely make. Breathe through your nose and don't worry, I'll hear if you need me to stop, but I doubt you will… Now, where were we? Ah, yes." He raised his hand and brought it down to her waiting clit.
Emma felt herself start to shake with anticipation. She'd never done this before, hell, she never even trusted anyone enough to even consider it. Now here she was sitting on a priest's lap in his confessional, with his cock in her as he was abusing her most intimate part. And she was enjoying it. So lost in thought she jumped when she felt Killian's hand make contact with her aching flesh.
Slaps four, five and six came in quick succession, which made her start to quiver. Killian held her in place as he thrust up into her, hitting the soft spot that had her eyes rolling in her head and her legs shaking. When Emma was on her way down from her second climax, Killian gave her a more gentle slap, and whispered, "Seven" into her ear, so she knew that she had three more to go.
By this time, Emma, tears streamed down her face and saliva dripped out of her gagged mouth. All she wanted to do was feel Killian with her mouth. She tried to turn around and they caught each other's eyes when they did so.
As their eyes locked, they could see the same desperation, no words were exchanged; none were needed.
Killian gave three final swats to finish Emma's penance, but couldn't wait another minute before he could kiss her. He pushed her off him, pulled the cloth out of her mouth and quickly replaced it with his tongue.
Emma kissed him through shaky breaths as she tried to recover from the intense ordeal he'd put her through. God, she loved this man so much. At that thought, another wave of desire crashed over her and she pulled his head to hers, roughly angling it as she bit his lip, before sucking it into her mouth.
"For fucks sake, Emma. Are you trying to make me spill myself over your stomach like an inexperienced lad? The sounds you've made have had me on edge, and to feel your muscles contracting as they were when I was swatting you. I don't think you appreciate how much control that takes. So when you do something like that," Killian stopped and demonstrated, "well let's just say, you better be ready for the hard fuck you’re going to get as your punishment."
"You say punishment, I say reward," Emma sassed back.
Killian growled, before he said, "Hold on tight," and bent down to lift her legs.
Emma immediately wrapped them around his waist, as he brought her drenched and heated cunt down on his cock.
Killian tried his best to protect her head from being hit against the hard wooden walls of the confessional, as he set a fast speed.
"Emma… I'm not going to last much longer… I'm…. Oh god!"
"That's it, Killian! I'm there… just like that… I'm… Killian, I'm..."
They silenced each other with a deep kiss. It didn't last long because both were too breathless. They didn't move far from one another as Killian put Emma back down on shaky legs. As they held each other and looked into each other's eyes, Killian studied her hard.
"Tell me you're alright, Love? Did I take it too far?"
Emma can't help but laugh at the complete three-sixty that had taken place; one minute Killian had been a Devil, literally impaling her against a wall, the next he was a concerned man. "Killian, did I use my safe word? Am I cowering in the corner scared of you? I happened to like the beast you've let loose. I love that you're worried about me."
"But, I'm sure you'll likely be sore. It's the roughest I've been with you, and we’re not exactly in the best of places to have done it in. I should have moved us before we started. But I lost my mind. You do that to me, Emma. Now, we really ought to get dressed again."
"I am starting to think a hot bath sounds heavenly right now. It's a shame that we need to part."
"I know, Love. It won't be long, then we can be together properly. The Archbishop knows my intentions and they're sorting my replacement. I'm… I'm announcing it at Sunday's mass." Killian informed her of this and felt a wave of unexpected sadness. He knew it would take a while to adapt to life outside the church. He'd been given a mentor so he made a note to talk to them about these feelings.
They got dressed as they talked, Emma listened as Killian explained that he was still able to administer Holy Communion, but would no longer be blessing the bread and wine as part of the process of transubstantiation. He knew it would come as a shock to the parish, but Storybrooke being as it was, a place where the lost come to find themselves, he knew the township would get over the shock.
"Just a few more months, then we can be officially together. "
As sad as this made them both in this moment in time, they both knew that it would be worth it to have an eternity with their soulmate.