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Fucking Neverland.
Neal’s stomps echo through the jungle as he makes his way toward a little lagoon he knows is nearby. Maybe dipping his toes into the water will provide some relief from this fucking humidity. Even worse than Neverland’s heat is the company he is being forced to keep. He misses Emma’s wide-eyed trust in him and the way it used to be just him and her against the world. Now she has her whole family along to save their son, and though Neal knows he should appreciate the help, he wishes he could just have time by himself with Emma.
Maybe without her family and the fucking home wrecking pirate around, he and Emma could get back to the way things used to be.
The sound of tree limbs moving and branches cracking startles Neal out of his daydreaming and makes him walk quicker along his path, not really in the mood to bring Regina or anyone with him to the lagoon. He’s so distracted in his haste that he doesn’t even notice the blue flowers until it’s too late.
The scent hits him like a ton of bricks and then their magic potency makes his groin immediately tighten and his dick gets harder than it’s ever been in his life. His jeans are painful and his first instinct is to unbutton and unzip them so he can get some relief.
The blue flowers. Fuck. The blue sex flowers.
Neal swears to himself and then gives into the instinct to pull down the fly of his jeans and begin jacking himself off on the way to the lagoon. Just what he needs - a Viagra flower to make him even more frustrated than he already was.
He only makes it a few feet before the noise of another person sounds again, this time closer than they were before. There’s no way that Neal’s gonna make it to the lagoon with his dick out without someone seeing him. He dives behind a tree and waits for the person to appear and pass him.
Maybe it will be Emma. Maybe she’ll get a whiff of the blue flowers and her tight little pussy will get magically wet. Who needs the lube they always needed back in the day when you have a Neverland flower to get you ready to go? From behind the tree, Neal’s hand grips tighter on his cock as he imagines Emma warm and wet for him, laid out on the jungle floor of Neverland.It isn’t Emma. It’s Hook.
If not for the Viagra flower, Neal knows his dick would be softening in his hand. As it is, he stops moving and grits his teeth, waiting for the pirate to just move along so he can get back to his fantasy and get on with his day.
Hook seems distracted too, and to Neal’s vast amusement, Hook walks right past the blue flowers and gets a whiff of their sex magic just like Neal did. The pirate blinks a few times, growls out a, “Bloody hell,” and reaches his one hand right to his crotch, obviously to feel his own solid erection.
Neal holds back his laughter.
Hook looks around the forest, probably to check for others like Neal had, and, not spotting Neal behind a tree, loosens his own pants and pulls out his cock.Damn.Neal squeezes his fingers involuntarily against his own length before pulling his gaze away from Hook’s. He reminds himself that size doesn’t matter and the guy probably doesn’t even know what to do with it. Neal does his own looking around to see if there’s a place he can escape to so he doesn’t have to have a mutual masturbation session with the man he hates most in the world. Because it looks like Hook’s decided that right in the middle of the clearing is the best place to jerk off. The guy closes his eyes and leans his head back and lets out a few grunts and groans as he strokes himself with practiced movements.He probably had to jack off a whole lot, all alone in Neverland for hundreds of years, a hated villain of the Enchanted Forest. Neal feels a smile creep across his face as he remembers his times with Emma and Tamara and the other women over the years. He, at least, hasn’t had to be too acquainted with his own hand.There’s another crack of branches and another brush of tree limbs that snap both of them back to attention. Neal’s hand stops and so does Hook’s, but he’s in the middle of the path, so he doesn’t really have time to cover himself up before Emma appears right in front of him.“Holy shit,” Emma breathes, frozen in place with her eyes focused on Hook’s massive cock in his hand. “What the fuck are you-”“Stay where you are, Swan,” Hook groans. His hand isn’t moving anymore, but his eyes are now focused right back on Emma. “I made the mistake of walking past flowers that release a certain pollen. In a few minutes I shall be set to rights again, but the magic of the flowers compels me to-”“It made you horny,” Emma cuts him off with her blunt words. Even though Neal hates Hook, he can’t help but grit his teeth at Emma’s response. Can’t she just let a man finish talking?Emma starts to step closer to Hook for some reason, but he lets go of his erection and holds both hand and hook out to stop her. What the hell is he thinking? If Emma gets a whiff of the sex pollen, then she’ll want to jump his bones. Isn’t that what he wants?“I do not think that you want to be affected, thus, love. The magic is potent and I will not be able to do anything until I find relief.”Emma nods and takes a step back again. She keeps staring at Hook, though. Maybe she’s disgusted by his junk like Neal is. Then a slow, sexy smile crosses her face. It isn’t a look that Neal recognizes, but it makes his hand grip himself tighter again. Damn, that’s a sexy look. Emma eyes the bright blue flowers and, giving them a wide berth, makes her way closer to Hook until she’s right in front of him. Hook’s own hand has drifted back to his dick and he stares at Emma in shock and a little bit of fear. Captain Hook’s afraid of little Emma Swan?“Do you want help?” Emma asks playfully. The words aren’t for him, but Neal’s own dick jumps in his hand.Hook’s jaw drops and his hand moves a little faster. “Help?” he repeats, obviously confused.Emma nods. “Maybe some more gratitude is in order.” Neal has no fucking idea what she’s referring to, but Hook seems to, because his eyes get wide and then a grin crosses his own face. Hand still jacking himself off, the pirate uses his disgusting hook to flick some hair off Emma’s shoulder and then bites his lip as he looks at her with undisguised hunger.To Neal’s revulsion, Emma stands up on tiptoe to kiss the motherfucker. What the hell? Did she actually get hit by the flowers without him seeing it? Neal waits for her to rip her clothes off, but instead she begins kissing Hook’s jaw and throat and the top of his chest exposed by the shirt he apparently doesn’t know how to button.Before Neal knows what’s happened, Emma is on her fucking knees in front of the pirate, shoving his hand out of the way and opening up her mouth for him. What the hell? Emma hates oral. She hates giving it and she hates getting it. And he would have bet everything she’d never want Hook’s giant dick in her mouth after having a hard time going down on his more average sized length.Emma’s head begins bobbing slowly and lazily, like she has all fucking day. Like she actually likes doing this. Neal wishes they would rotate a little, so he could see her face better instead of just the back of her head and he didn’t have to watch the damn pirate’s eyes close and his mouth open with relaxed pleasure.“Emma,” Hook groans. “Fuck, you’re good at this, love.” Emma must take him in even deeper, because the pirate lets out a little yelp and his hips jerk forward. “I’ve had whores who couldn’t take me in that deep,” he growls.Neal waits for Emma to stand up and punch him for comparing her to one of his dirty pirate hookers, but to his shock she lets out a humming laugh with Hook’s dick in her mouth and then pulls back to purr, “Well, I love a challenge,” and then she’s giving him a blow job again.In the past ten years, Emma must have taken a class on fellatio or something, or maybe had a body transplant, because the girl has never given a shit about a dick as much as she seems to care about Hook’s. And she must be giving it pretty good, because Hook’s hand is tanging in Emma’s hair and his eyes are staring down at her and he won’t fucking shut up.“That’s a love. Yes. Fu- oh.” Emma’s hands brace on Hook’s thighs and from the way one of them moves, Neal would guess she’s touching his balls now. “You’re hungry for my cock, aren’t you, Swan?” Emma’s humming agreement can be heard even where Neal stands. “You take me so well I want to know how your cunt would feel. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, love?” Emma hums again, louder this time.Emma’s hand seems to move again and then Neal’s dick gets a little harder at the familiar sound of the unbuttoning and unzipping of a pair of modern pants. Now Emma’s arm is concealed by her body, facing away from him. Did Emma get hit by the sex flowers? If so, why has she been focusing on Hook and not her own insatiable need?Hook lets out a low, loud, lewd groan. His eyes haven’t left Emma once and he has a much better perspective than Neal, with Emma between his fucking legs. “Has sucking my cock made you wet, Emma? Is your cunt dripping with desire?”Emma pulls away a few inches. Neal expects a bastard like Hook to grab her by the hair and force her back to sucking, but he lets go of her wild curls and runs a thumb along her jaw. He pants and looks down at her with confusion and worry. “I apologize, are you alright, Emma? Was I being too-?”She cuts him off by leaning forward once more and she must do something with her other hand or her mouth because the look on Hook’s face wipes away his uncertainty.“Just needed a minute,” Emma says breathlessly. One hand seems to be buried in her pants and the other is working Hook’s length. Hook nods and continues to stare down at her with hunger and gratefulness in his expression.“Are you wet?” Hook asks again, with less the tone of dirty talk and more curiosity.Emma lets out a chuckle. “My panties are gonna be ruined.”Neal bites his lip to hold back the moan that wants to escape from his mouth at the thought of Emma’s underwear. Hook is similarly affected, actually letting out a moan and bringing his hand back to the side of Emma’s head. But he doesn’t pull her forward to get back to work, he just combs gently through her hair.“I would be happy to help you, Swan. In whatever way you wish. After all, you have certainly been a help for me.” He raises an eyebrow and Neal waits for Emma to slap him. She doesn’t.Emma leans forward again and seems to put her mouth and tongue on him for long, playful licks. “Why don’t we just get those flowers out of your system, Captain?” She takes him back in her mouth fully this time, and there’s no playing around. She’s going fast and going hard and going deep and Hook is fucking loving it. Once again the pirate is talking way too much for Neal to focus so he can get himself off, so all he can do is try to block out the sound and focus on Emma’s bobbing head and the hand that’s clearly still playing with herself while Hook growls out the kind of dirty talk Emma had told Neal repeatedly she hated.“I can smell you love. Your ambrosial scent is strong even from up here. I want to be able to taste you next. To get down on my knees and thank you thoroughly. To lick every inch of your folds and to play with that beautiful pearl until you’re shouting my name. Would you let me, Emma? Would you let me bury my head between your legs and lap at you until you fall apart?”Emma’s only able to give a little yelp in response before Hook grips her hair even tighter and slams her on and off his dick furiously, probably hurting her with his roughness. Neal tenses to stand up and make himself known and throw Hook away from Emma until Hook lets out a low roar and suddenly goes still.Without Hook’s hand moving her, Emma’s head continues to bob back and forth at the pace he had set. Why hasn’t she bitten him or something? Gradually, she slows down and then she leans back and Neal can tell that Hook’s dick is limp again. It still looks pretty impressive, but at least it isn’t hard and angry.Hook shoves his dick back into his pants, falls to his knees and then ass beside Emma, and then sprawls out his legs like a child. Hook grips Emma by the waist and pulls her to his chest and leans himself against a palm tree. He breathes heavily for a minute. Neal waits for Emma to push him away or even just spit out the semen Hook shot into her mouth. But then Emma nuzzles into Hook’s chest and sighs and Neal realizes that she swallowed it. She always hated the taste of cum but today, in fucking Neverland, with a fucking motherfucking pirate, she swallowed it all down.His dick isn’t sure what to do with that information, so he just starts moving his hand up and down again. If he doesn’t get off soon, the flowers are going to make things very painful. The show’s over now - maybe he can sneak away when they leave the clearing.Emma lets out something between a giggle and a moan and Neal’s gaze snaps back to the two of them. Hook’s hand has migrated down Emma’s unbuttoned pants. Neal’s about to step out again to shove the asshole away from his girl, but then he notices Emma’s fingers resting on Hook’s wrist.“Like that?” Hook murmurs, eyes on Emma’s face and not her crotch. Emma nods back at him with a playful smile on her lips. Where was this Emma? The one who communicates and knows what she wants? All he ever got was the dead fish in bed.Neal can’t see what Hook’s fingers are doing, but he can see the way Emma’s eyes grow glassy and hear the damp sounds of squelching. Neal tries to focus on those things as he picks up the pace on his own dick.They both let out gasps at the same time and Hook’s hand is further in Emma’s pants. The way he begins moving his wrist, Neal guesses that he’s shoved a finger or two into Emma. Damn, he misses that. Her pussy always felt so good, so warm. He mostly just fingered her to loosen her up for his dick. Despite Hook’s words a minute ago, he must be thinking the same thing. Except Hook won’t be able to get it up again. In the back of his mind, Neal wonders if Hook will just leave Emma hot and bothered and he can step in and take the opportunity to fuck Emma again. She was always kind of boring, but her body was hot, and her pussy would get the job done. His hand tightens and some precum leaks from his tip at the thought of going in to comfort Emma.“I meant what I said, Swan,” Hook murmurs after a few minutes, voice startling Neal out of his fantasies. “I would love to taste you, if you would be willing.”Emma answers with a moan and then her mouth on Hook’s. His hand seems to move faster under her pants for a moment and then Emma stands up and wriggles out of her jeans.Her ass is bigger than it used to be. She was a teenager back then and now she’s worked her way toward middle age. When she shimmies down her tight pants, her ass jiggles, and though Neal likes his women small, he doesn’t hate the sight. Emma leans on Hook’s shoulder to pull off her boots and remove her pants, tossing them to the side like she doesn’t give a shit. When she turns slightly, Neal catches a glimpse of her bush. Ugh. He always liked it when she shaved down there. He liked the sight of her taking him without any hair to obscure the view. He wonders if Hook will push her away like he always did when she didn’t keep things shaved. Of course, he’s surprised that Emma said yes to this at all, remembering how she’d never ask him to go down on her.Hook plants his hand on Emma’s ass and pulls her to him with a movement that looks rough to Neal’s eyes. He had been hoping that she would face him this time, so he could watch her expressions and forget about Hook’s presence, but how he’s staring at her ass and back as Hook pulls her to his waiting mouth.The loud and happy shout that she lets out when Hook connects with her pussy almost makes Neal forget who’s bringing those noises out of her.Almost.Until she starts saying his fucking name.“Oh fuck, Hook,” she squeals. From behind, Neal can see how the pirate is pistoning two fingers in and out of her, and there’s a copious amount of liquid dripping down onto the man’s ringed fingers. Does he have some kind of lube spell at his disposal? How is Emma so wet?“You taste divine,” Hook grunts before his tongue resumes the loud lapping noises. Emma lets out a high-pitched gasp. Neal’s dick betrays him and releases more pre-cum that he slides across his length.Hook removes his fingers from Emma, making her let out a low grunt of frustration, and Neal’s hopes to be her salvation rise for just a moment until Hook grabs Emma’s calf and places her foot on his shoulder. She’s completely off-balance this way, needing to hold on to the tree behind Hook to keep herself from falling over, and to Neal this looks totally cruel. Why can’t Hook just have Emma lay down and fucking relax while he goes down on her?The reason becomes obvious in a moment. Hook now seems to have three fingers inside of Emma, a feat that Neal had never been able to manage, and rather than complain about how its too much, Emma begins humping into his hand and gives another shout of extreme pleasure. Neal is happily being treated to the sight of Emma’s exposed pussy from behind and the three fingers pounding into her while she drips copious arousal. She’s making some interesting sounds, too, some squeaks and moans that Neal doesn’t recognize, and he’s wondering if he could get off if he just pictures this as some kind of porno with unknown people fucking. That might be easier than remembering that he’s stuck watching the sweet mother of his child get fingerbanged by the pirate that kidnapped and fucked his mom.Hook’s beard reappears between Emma’s thighs and the wet sound of his tongue joins the sexual chorus. Emma’s head throws back at the onslaught and she fucking reminds Neal again who’s making her so horny.“Hook, oh fuck.” One of her hands leaves the trunk of the tree and seems to grab Hook’s hair. The man’s hairstyle always seems to be sex-tossed. Maybe this is why. “So fucking good, Hook. Nobody has ever- I’ve never-”The pirate’s beard disappears and it seems like he’s pulled away. His voice is so damn cocky when he says, “I’ll take care of you, Swan. Just like you deserve. Trust me.”And then his fingers reposition, and it almost looks like he’s drawing them back away from her pussy and toward her asshole. Oh hell no. Oh fuck no. Emma had always one hundred percent told him to stay away from her ass. She doesn’t do anal and she would never do anal. As Hook’s glistening finger starts circling Emma’s back door, Neal knows that this will finally be too much for her. She’s gonna punch him in his smug face.“Hook?” she asks in dazed confusion.This is it.“Would you like this, Emma?” Hook’s voice is strangely soft. Neal would say it was tender, if not for the fact that this is Captain Hook. The pirate leans forward again and Neal hears another wet assault of his mouth on Emma’s folds, which seems to make Emma’s knees go weak and her legs to spread further. Yup, Hook’s finger is definitely at her asshole. “Can I fuck both of your delectable holes?” Hook asks.To Neal’s extreme shock, Emma nods and tilts her hips to give Hook better access. The pirate groans before slowly sliding a finger into Emma’s rear entrance and then Emma groans when he gets all the way in.Neal realizes very quickly that he’s so happy Emma turned her back to him, because he'd much rather watch a finger slide in and out of her ass than look at her face. More precum leaks from Neal’s cock and his fist moves faster as he stares at the sight of one and then two fingers fucking Emma’s ass. Emma always said that anal would hurt too bad but she’s fucking loving it now, because she’s shoving Hook’s face against her pussy and bucking herself back into his fingers and seems to only have enough sense of self to keep herself from all-out shouting, “Fuck Hook don’t stop so good so good. Oh fuck Hook right like that don’t STOP!” And then she shakes and gasps and finally shuts up.
And Neal, who’s been trying to block out Emma’s voice, zeroes in on the last few times that Hook slides into Emma’s back door, and he finally comes on the jungle floor, imagining that it’s his cock in her ass instead.
Neal manages to get all of his spunk on the ground. He quickly tucks his flaccid dick back into his jeans and hopes that the heavy panting coming from Emma and Hook will disguise the sound. He leans his forehead against the tree and wills himself to breathe slowly and quietly. In a minute they’ll leave and he can get to that lagoon.
But they don’t make any noise besides breathing for a few minutes and Neal finally looks around the tree again, confused. Hook got off and got the Viagra flowers out of his system. Emma got her weird rocks off. They should be heading back to camp and forgetting about this one time Neverland sexcapade.
Except Hook is sprawled with his back against the tree trunk again. And Emma is lying with her back to his chest, head resting on his shoulder, and he’s softly touching the inside of her naked thighs with the back of his knuckles.
What the hell?“I think I should apologize, Swan,” Hook murmurs into Emma’s ear, almost too quiet for Neal to pick up on. “I believe I took advantage.”Emma lets out a snort. It’s a familiar sound for Neal. Maybe she’ll finally set Hook straight. “Damn right I took advantage,” she says with a laugh. Emma twists her neck to look up at him. “You were high on some sex flowers. Maybe I should have just walked away.”Hook kisses her long and slow and, when he pulls away, there’s a tenderness that makes Neal uncomfortable. What right does Hook have to kiss Emma like that?“Everything we did together I would have done without the flower’s influence, love.”Some of the tension leaves Emma’s face. She looks a little more like she did when Neal first met her. “Me too,” she murmurs back. Emma leans against Hook’s shoulder again and closes her eyes. His knuckles are still grazing her thighs, which Neal notices now have stretch marks. Those weren’t there when she was younger. After a minute, Emma speaks again with her eyes still closed. “What was the flower like? What does it do to you?”Hook’s voice gets lower. Maybe he’s trying to be sexy, but Neal thinks he just sounds more evil. His knuckles move up Emma’s body until he’s brushing against her breasts and after a moment Neal can see the stiff peaks of her nipples perk up. Although the pollen has worn off, Neal feels a stirring in his groin at the sight. “The flower does not affect my mind, but it does make me hard and aching for a hand or a mouth or a cunt. The longer I go without relieving the pressure, the more painful it becomes. And when I do finally find that bliss, it is stronger and longer than a normal orgasm.” Hook’s thumb slides under Emma’s tank top and, from the way she squirms, he must have gone under her bra too and rubbed it along a nipple. “Although, in this instance, I might attribute that to your excellent skills, love.”Emma pants slightly, making it hard to understand her next question. “And- and what if a woman smells the flower? What happens to her?”His thumb is definitely playing with her nipple now. What is he trying to do? Its not like he can get it up again this fast, can he?“I’d imagine it would be similar. But she would get impossibly wet and crave the relief of a cock or fingers or a tongue. And the pleasure,” his hand moves to her other breast and he pauses while she moans again, “would be indescribable.”Emma’s squirming a bit in Hook’s arms and, yup, Neal’s cock is waking up again. He’s not sure if its the flowers or Emma, but he could go again. The question is whether or not Hook will finally leave.“If I-” Emma pants and presses into Hook’s hand, thighs now rubbing together. “If I inhaled a flower, would you help me out again?”Hook pulls his hand away from Emma’s tit and Neal crosses his fingers that he’ll finally say no.“Of course,” he says instead, eyes looking down at Emma seriously. “It would be my honor.” Oh fuck, what’s with this guy? Is she buying any of this chivalrous bullshit? Emma stands up and reaches for his fucking hook to help him stand up too. Neal doesn’t know how she can put up with the thing. “There is a lagoon nearby if you will give me a minute to wash off my hand,” he says, somewhat awkwardly, holding up the hand that had been buried in her ass only a minute ago. Emma blushes a bit, which is weird, since she begged him to do it, and nods in understanding.“I’ll be here when you get back,” she mutters.Hook sets off down the path, the total idiot, abandoning Emma to whatever bad shit is in Neverland’s jungle, and Neal has half a mind to step on the path now, while Emma is alone and sober. Or maybe she’ll take a hit of the flowers and he can show up then and distract her from her plan with Hook.Before he can make up his mind, Emma reaches down to her waist and pulls her tank top off of her body. She quickly unclasps her bra and throws both nearby, probably on the pile of clothes she’s already created. Emma’s hands brush down her stomach and settle on her hips. Those are wider than they used to be too. Must be something about childbirth. Neal ignores them and focuses on her tits.Now those are a sight for sore eyes. Like her ass and hips, they’re bigger than they were before. Not just the fun bags, but also her nipples. They’re larger, darker, and from the way that Emma’s hand drifts to one of them and starts playing, they’re not as sensitive as they used to be. She had never let him get his fill of her tits.Neal adjusts his growing erection and prepares to come out from the tree when fucking Hook reappears down the path and stops in his tracks at the sight of a buck naked Emma Swan. His eyes grow wide, like he’s never seen a naked woman before, and then his pace speeds up until he’s almost running to get to her.“Bloody hell, Swan,” he breathes. The idiot can’t stop looking at her. Even Neal knows that you go right in and start touching a naked woman when she’s not trying to hide anything from you. “You are the picture of perfection.”Emma blushes again. Fuck. Neal missed those blushes too. He liked being the one to make her shy and embarrassed. Her hand reaches out to cover the distance between her and the pirate and she gives two quick tugs on the lapel of his huge coat.“Your turn, sailor. I want to see what you’re working with.”Hook undresses himself really fast. Faster than Neal would have expected from a guy with only one hand. In a minute he’s also buck naked, and Neal is grateful that his ass is to him now so he doesn’t have to look at Hook’s hardening cock. Hook goes to remove his hook, but Emma places her hand on the weapon and stops him.“No,” she says, and there’s a mix of demure and danger in her eyes. Fuck that’s hot. “I like the hook.”Both Neal and Hook do a double take at that. But only Hook gets to lean forward and pull her into his arms to kiss her. Neal feels his cock deflating at her words. What the hell, Emma?They kiss for a minute, Emma’s fingers running up and down Hook’s back, seemingly not disgusted by all the scars there. Neal’s disgusted. A normal person would be disgusted.“Are you sure that you want to inhale the flowers, love?” Hook asks when Emma has pulled away. The man really is an idiot. “They are quite potent.”“That’s the point,” Emma laughs. Her hand disappears between them and from the low groan that Hook lets out, Neal thinks she’s grabbed his dick again.Hook growls and kisses her and, when he pulls away, his hand seems to be working between Emma’s thighs. “I got you dripping last time, Swan. Doubting I can do it again?”Emma chuckles. Neal doesn’t ever remember Emma laughing this much during sex. “No, you proved yourself a very cunning linguist. But I think I’d also like to feel one of those sex pollen orgasms.” She starts to walk away and her hand must have moved to his hook because she’s pulling him after her with her hand wrapped around it. There’s a sway to her ass that’s unfamiliar and its kind of hot but also kind of off putting. Where did this Emma come from anyway?She releases the hook before stepping close to the flowers and taking a deep breath. She lets out a groan when it works into her system, and even from this distance Neal can tell that her nipples get harder and her thighs get slick. Her hand shoots between her legs and she looks at Hook with undisguised hunger. “Shit this is strong,” she grunts. Her fingers have already slid into her pussy and she’s pumping them like mad. “How the hell did you hold out for so long when I was blowing you?”Hook reaches out and draws her to him, keeping himself from the range of the flowers. “Because it felt so bloody, good, Emma. I did not know if I would ever get a chance to enjoy your mouth on me again.” He leans over and begins to suck her tits while his hook digs into her ass and his one hand joins her fingers between her legs.“Are you going to-” Emma gasps and puts her free hand into Hook’s hair. “Aren’t you going to go for another shot of the sex flowers?”Hook pulls away and looks up at Emma in confusion. “I thought you asked me to please you, love.”Emma laughs. Is she angry at him? Or does she think he’s an idiot? Neal thinks he’s an idiot. “No, I want you to fuck me , Hook. And your recovery time might be impressive, but I want you as hard in my pussy as you were in my mouth.”Hook takes a step back from Emma. Neal, who was about to pull his dick out of his pants again, feels it getting softer. Emma’s being a real bossy bitch. He’s been avoiding looking at Hook’s cock, but he looks at it now, waiting for it to deflate too. There’s no better cock killer than a crude woman. Its time for Hook to finally leave and maybe Neal can get Emma to shut it long enough so he can fuck her again.Neal almost falls forward when he realizes that Hook’s cock just went from semi to a full-on chubby. Well damn, looks like the guy likes to be pussy whipped. Hook circles Emma to step next to the flowers and take a good long whiff. He rotates his body in time for both Neal and Emma to catch his dick’s transformation from normal hard to magical hard. It looks huge, purple, and its pointing straight at Emma like its pissed at her.Emma’s whole hand is practically buried inside her cunt. She’s staring at Hook again with the same look she gave him when she first saw his cock. Damn, the woman likes her some dick. Who knew?Hook grabs her hand and pulls it from her pussy, a long string of moisture going with, and he brings her fingers to his mouth so he can suck on them with an obscene groan. Emma said she wanted to be fucked, but for some reason Hook gets on his knees again and starts eating her out.
“I’m sorry Swan,” Hook moans between loud laps, “I couldn’t resist another taste.”Emma grips Hook’s hair and bucks her hips and Neal almost rolls his eyes that the pirate is going to waste the sex pollen on oral. Again. But he does pull his face away and look up at Emma after a few minutes.
“How do you want me, Swan?”Neal really does roll his eyes at that. Seriously? What kind of a guy asks a question like that? Talk about a mood killer. Emma licks her lips though, and gives him a considering look. Neal wonders why when the only way she ever comes is guy on top. She’d always lie down, spread her legs, and let him fuck however he wanted while she focused on flicking her bean.
Emma pushes on Hook’s shoulders instead, following him with her body, until she’s lying in his chest and they’re kissing again. She apparently doesn’t give a shit that he was just face-first in her pussy, because they’re making out, slow and unbothered. Emma’s ass keeps wriggling and she must be grinding down on Hook, rubbing his cock against her clit. What is this, the night of high school prom? Neal’s annoyed that his cock is hard enough again that he has to unzip his pants and start fondling it. At least this time they’re perfectly positioned for him to watch, in silhouette on the jungle floor.After a little bit, when Neal starts getting bored, Emma sits up and Neal gets another look at her tits. Yeah, those are great tits. Hook must think the same, because his hand goes to them like some magnet and he starts pawing at them in a way that makes Neal’s jaw clench. Emma’s hand slides between them and she lifts her hips, obviously ready to get the show on the road.Hook’s hand leaves her chest and cups her cheek gently. “Are you sure, Swan?” he asks with a surprising amount of restraint for a guy under the effects of sex pollen. How has he not just fucked her already?Emma just nods eagerly. “I need you inside me, Jones,” she almost growls. Hook grins up at her, tilts his hips a bit, and then Emma sinks down on him, the view of her taking in his massive cock obscured by her thighs on either side of him. It must feel pretty good for both of them, though, because they let out twin sounds of pleasure that are so loud that Neal’s starting to think this is an enchanted clearing because, seriously, shouldn’t someone have heard all their noise by now?“Fuck you fill me up, Hook,” Emma says when he’s fully seated. She bounces a bit, experimentally, and it makes her tits bounce and also makes them both grunt. Neal tries to remember if she ever said anything like that about him.Emma starts to ride him, slowly and carefully, like maybe she’s unsure, or maybe he really does fill her up and it hurts to move. Like Neal would have expected, after a minute her hand goes to her clit and she starts to strum on it. Emma may not have been so great in bed, but she always knew how to get herself off. That made it easy for a guy.Apparently that’s not what Hook’s into, though. He sticks his forefinger into his mouth and then wraps his thumb and other fingers around her wrist and starts to pull her hand away. She’s not gonna like that. “May I?” he asks. Neal’s not sure what he means until Emma moves her hand and Hook’s finger replaces hers. She lets out a little high-pitched noise and her hips start to move faster. Fuck, he’s touching something she likes. Maybe he’ll stick it in her ass and Neal can get off again.”Just take your pleasure, love,” Hook murmurs in that deep voice again. Fucking pretentious. “Focus on what makes you feel good. You look marvelous like this. Riding me. Using me. Take what you need, Swan.”She starts going faster, moving her hips in different patterns, moving her body in different angles, and Neal can’t believe that neither of them has come yet. He’s over the sex pollen and even he’s rapidly stroking himself and on the verge again. Emma’s ass and her tits and the noises she’s making and the sound of her wet cunt taking Hook in over and over again - damn, he’s not sure if he’ll last much longer.”Fuck Hook, you’re good at this,” she moans finally, after Hook starts thrusting up from his place on the ground. Neal didn’t even know you could do that. He loses his rhythm on his cock a bit at the reminder of who, exactly, is fucking her, but her voice sounds sexy.“You are glorious, Swan,” he responds in that way he has, making simple things sound fancy. Asshole.“Can I-“ Emma slows down her thrusts and leans forward, her tits practically in Hook’s face. The pirate moves his hand out from between them, obviously tired of waiting for her to just come, and he tilts his head up and nibbles at one of her dangling nipples. “Oh!” Emma starts in surprise. She cups his head with both hands and holds him in place for a minute so he can lick her while his hips keep moving underneath her. She must like it, because she stares down at his mouth in awe and her own mouth goes slack before she catches her lower lip with her teeth. Emma pulls him away, probably because he’s overstimulated her, and she swivels her hips slowly with Hook deep inside her. “I was going to say,” she says breathlessly, “That I was wanting to know if we could try something.””Anything,” Hook replies without hesitation.Emma hesitates, though, her hands braced on his chest now, tits out of reach of his mouth, and looking as serious and worried as she has this whole strange encounter. What the hell does Emma Swan want to try? Isn’t a Neverland fuck with a bastard pirate enough to try for a day? Maybe even a whole lifetime?”I’ve always liked doggy style,” she says, somewhat shyly. Hook nods but he’s obviously confused. “You know, like how dogs do it? The guy behind and the girl in front? But not like anal, just-“He lays his hook over her hand and nods encouragingly. “I get the idea, Emma.””Well,” Emma tucks some of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve never gotten off in that position though. I wondered if the sex flowers would help it happen, plus you seem like you’ve got lots of experience…”She trails off and looks at Hook expectantly. Neal almost feels bad for the guy. Who wants to try a position a girl’s never gotten off in before? It’s just setting you up for failure. Nothing wrong with sticking with something reliable so you can both go to sleep satisfied. If Hook hadn’t taken his own hit of the Viagra flowers, Neal would be hoping again for him to walk away. Maybe now the best he can hope for is the guy shoots his load with doggy style and gets too frustrated to finish the job for Emma.Hook grabs on to Emma’s hip and rolls them over so fast that Neal almost doesn’t catch it. Now he’s kneeling between her legs, at an angle where Neal can actually see that fucking giant dick go in and out of Emma. Neal’s pace picks back up on his own cock and he can feel some precum leaking out. Yeah, this should do it. Classic fucking Emma on her back. She looks so perfect this way.But before Neal can find a rhythm - before Hook can find a rhythm, really -
Hook pulls out and readjusts his body so that he’s licking Emma again. Again? Really? Can’t this guy get enough of Emma’s pussy? Neal had it for a few years and the taste was nothing to write home about. He guesses Emma must like it, though, because her legs are open wide, her fingers are back in Hook’s hair, and she’s letting out more of those loud moans. Fuck, someone should be showing up eventually to break this up.Hook sits back up and taps at Emma’s hip. “On all fours, Swan,” he says. His voice is deep again, and it sounds sort of bossy and rude. Emma should hate this voice. She hates being told what to do, having to follow orders. She’s a foster kid, an orphan like him. None of them like to be ordered around. To Neal’s surprise, Emma flips her body and braces herself on her hands and knees, waving her ass at Hook in a fucking tantalizing way. Damn, maybe Neal missed an opportunity here.Her ass stops moving when Hook gives her a smack on her ass and says, in that same tone, “Don’t. Move.” Neal holds his breath, waiting for Emma to rear up and smack Hook back, but she only spreads her legs a little further, lets out a very un-Emma-like whimper, and holds herself as still as a statue.“Good girl,” Hook murmurs in a voice almost too low for Neal to hear. He waits for Hook to bring that dick back into play, but to his shock it’s the hook that comes forward. The pirate carefully reaches his arm out under Emma and rubs the curve of his dirty, disgusting, murderous weapon through Emma’s soft lovely wet folds. Neal grimaces in disgust. But Emma, she lets out another whimper, and Neal can tell how she’s trembling trying not to move. “Do you like this, Emma?” Hook asks with all the patience of a man who’s not affected by sex flowers.She responds with a high-pitched squeak. Hook moves his weapon out of the way and then he brings his body forward. But rather than slide inside of Emma, Neal can see how he’s dragging along her folds in the same way, soaking his cock with her juices. They both moan at that one. Hook alternates a few times, between his dick and his weapon, and Neal’s wondering if prolonged exposure to the sex pollen makes people go crazy, because Emma’s going a little nuts and Hook must be nuts not to have finished fucking her already.Finally, with his dick playing with Emma’s clit again, Hook reaches his arm around and sticks that dirty thing in Emma’s face. He doesn’t have to say anything, but she knows what he wants. She sticks out her pink tongue and licks her essence off of his hook. It is disgusting and Neal hates how it makes his cock get just a bit harder.”Good girl,” Hook says again in that bossy voice. He repositions himself. Looks like he’s lining himself up. “Do you want to be fucked, Swan?”“Yes,” she breathes, sounding more than a little desperate.“Do you want to come around my cock?”Emma nods. “Yes.”"Do you trust me to care for your pleasure?”Neal has no fucking idea what that’s supposed to mean, but Emma must, because her hips tilt a little, moving for the first time in several minutes, and her respond is high-pitched and needy. “Yes fuck please. Please Hook, fuck me.”Almost before she’s finished begging, Hook’s hips are flush with Emma’s ass and they both cry out in pleasure. Neal’s feeling it too. This is another great position, to be able to watch Hook’s cock disappear in Emma again and again, to watch her take it, to stare at her hanging breasts and to catch the look of pleasure on her face. Neal unfocuses his eyes, pretending again like its a porno, and these are just two actors fucking for the audience’s pleasure.“Fuck you feel good, Hook.”Dammit.“I love how you take me, Emma.” He’s not lying - Hook’s staring at his cock going into her like its cast a magic spell. A pussy spell. “Feels like you were made for me, love.”That’s more of the possessive bullshit Emma hates. She’s always hated it. Why isn’t she punching Hook in his smug face? Instead, she’s rutting back against him and saying, “I love the way you fill me. Can you - Oh - Can you please make me come? Please?”“Does it hurt, Swan?”For a second Neal thinks he’s talking about his giant dick again. Asshole. But then he remembers that they’re both still under that Viagra spell. And it really does start to hurt after a while. Emma nods vigorously and maybe a little painfully and throws her head back when Hook’s hand goes under her to start playing with her clit again. “Can you make it feel good?” Emma asks weakly.“Of course, love,” Hook replies. He shifts his hips a bit, obviously hitting something inside that they both enjoy, and Emma’s eyes slam shut and she begins to tremble. Her eyes fly open after a minute and she lets out a low, loud groan that must indicate that she’s finally coming. Hook keeps fucking her through it, though his jaw is tense, and Neal wonders why he hasn’t just bust his nut until he remembers that Hook probably doesn’t know about modern birth control.“I can’t hold it longer, Emma,” Hook grits out as Emma’s face goes slack. But Hook wouldn’t be able to see that.“I want you to come inside me,” Emma replies without hesitation, in a voice that’s so sexy and rich with her orgasm that Hook seems to come right away. Fuck, Neal comes too at the words, thinking about all the times that Emma let him come in her, even though it wasn’t always a good idea. But damn, it did always feel better without a condom.Just as Neal is checking to make sure he aimed well again this time, he hears the soft rustle of leaves. He tucks himself in his jeans - for good this time - and looks around the tree to see if they’re gonna be fucking done. He doesn’t think his dick could handle another round. And how could they?Hook and Emma are spooning. Captain Hook, the fucker of mothers, the murderer and liar and villain, is spooning Emma Swan, the love of Neal’s life, the mother of his son, the Savior of Storybrooke. All of Neal’s post-orgasm bliss fades away at the sight. In the moment, he could tell himself that this was all just sex flower fucking. But the way that Hook wraps his arm around Emma and the way that she leans back on him - it's more than that. He should have realized it was more from the moment she stood up on tiptoe to kiss him. Neal should have snuck away right then, when she was giving him a blow job, when they were distracted, and wouldn’t have had to witness any of this bullshit.”There’s a little lagoon nearby where we can clean up, Swan,” Hook murmurs softly.Fucking pirate.Emma lets out a little moan and wriggles her ass back into Hook’s crotch.Oh no. Not again.“It has a waterfall,” Hook continues. “Loud enough to cover up all your screams of pleasure.”Emma pulls away from him. Is this it? Is she finally done with the fucking pirate?“Then there’s only one question,” she replies with a smirk on her lips that makes Neal’s stomach drop. “Do we do the blue flowers again this time, or try it all natural?”