"The White Knight returns!" a herald called from the other side, unnecessary as soon as the great doors of the throne room swung open and anyone's eyes fell on the iconic blonde tresses, the familiar breastplate bearing the heraldry of the Queen. Unnecessary, really, long before then, ever since her horse had been sighted running hard towards the castle.
Emma strode into the throne room as if it were her own, but fell immediately to one knee as soon as she was within proper distance to do so, bowing her head in deference. "My Queen."
"We are pleased to have you once again in Our presence, Knight." Even through the titles and formally projected voice, Emma could hear the smile etched in Regina's tone. "Raise your head so We might look upon you." The blonde head complied immediately, eyes of bright green locking instantly with those of warm amber that she had missed so much. "Tell Us, dear: did you bring the answers We asked of you?"
Regina's voice had dropped to a low, sultry register, and Emma felt the hair on the back of her neck stand to attention. She smiled, something shifting in her, low and dark and needy, as she looked into those eyes. "I did, Your Majesty." Emma's gaze dropped for a half second to her belt and below, before returning to meet her Queen's gaze once more.
Pupils instantly began to darken and swell as Regina noted Emma's gaze, the tiniest tip of her tongue emerging to part red, red lips. Her hands, perhaps desperate for something to do, fisted in the folds of her velvet skirts. Emma bit back a moan, knowing that it was not quite the time or the place, and wondered just how long it would be until she could get a moment alone with the Queen.
"Clear the room!"
Apparently, not long at all.
As soon as the room was empty save for the knight as herself, Emma watched as the Queen's eyes darkened considerably further. "Approach."
Once again, Emma immediately rose to obey, nearly scrambling to her feet in her hurry, only to be stopped by a harsh command of her Queen: "I did not say 'rise'!"
Emma stumbled back to her knees, startled and suddenly unsure. "F-forgive me, my Queen."
"Approach," Regina commanded again, a shapely eyebrow rising in challenge. Her fists released her skirts, hands rising to smooth over the creases of her skirts, trailing over her thighs.
Feeling her tongue dart out over the center of her lower lip, Emma took a shaking breath, and nodded. The leather of her armor creaked as she scooted forward on both knees. She more felt than saw Regina's approving smirk, as her attention was dedicated mainly to not falling on her ass. Or face first. Though, as she neared the seated figure on the throne and Regina's lap was now in front of her face, that second option was far more appealing. Finally so close to her Queen she could feel the heat of her, Emma swallowed, glancing back up into her eyes. Her glove-covered hands curled into fists so tight the leather creaked, nobly resisting the urge to stroke her fingers over the smooth velvet of Regina's skirts. "My Queen..."
Regina's resulting smile was entirely sinful. "My Knight," she drawled, a hand darting forward to caress over Emma's cheek, the knight leaning into it with a not-quite held back moan. She locked eyes with the Queen, and dared to shift her head enough to press a kiss to the ball of Regina's thumb.
"Your time away has made you bold, knight," Regina chastised, but did not draw her hand away.
Emma had the presence of mind to at least look a little guilty. "Apologies, my Queen. I have sorely missed your presence."
Continuing her caress of a sun-kissed cheek, tapered fingers came to rest just beneath Emma's chin, directing her face up and towards her own. "As I have yours, dear." Regina dropped her honorifics, leaning down on her throne to press fervent lips to her knight's in a crushing kiss.
Groaning into full, red lips, Emma pushed up and into the kiss gladly, answering it with all the yearning of their weeks apart. Their tongues teased and met with one another in an intricate dance, passionate but not forceful, their embrace familiar and easy and welcoming.
After what seemed far too short, at least to Emma's mind, the Queen pulled back. "Have you truly found the answer to our plight?" She searched Emma's eyes, as hungry for the confirmation as she was for the continuation of the kisses.
"I have." Quelling her fears with an easy grin, Emma slid gloved fingers into a small pouch off her belt, grasping for the small, carefully wrapped bundle she knew to be held within. Finding it and pulling it out with all the reverence one would give to any holy relic, she brought the bundle before the Queen, unwrapping it with slow, careful motions until the phial was revealed, glowing in intermittent pulses of violet light.
Regina took it up with urgent fingers, and Emma was half-surprised they weren't shaking in their eagerness. "And this will-"
"I have been doubly and thricely assured it will accomplish all you wish, Majesty." Emma smiled, drawing her Queen's attention away from the glass container in her hands and back to the knight at her feet, raising an eyebrow. "All that we wish," Emma clarified, and Regina's wondrous smile grew all the brighter.
She tangled her free hand in glorious golden curls, half-pulling the knight into her lap in her haste to claim Emma's lips once more. The phial was safely placed in a quickly-conjured box, which then had the honor to rest beside the Queen on the throne, pressed securely into place between the ornate carved arm and the Queen's thigh. Her hands now free, Regina slid both of them through the long locks of her knight, this kiss growing quickly hotter, wetter, and more violent than their last.
Emma struggled to keep her balance, still on her knees as the Queen took ownership of her mouth as was her right. Gloved hands braced against the base of the throne to either side of Regina's knees, a great groaning cry ripping itself from Emma's lungs to be swallowed by Regina's lips as they kissed.
Once again, it was Regina who pulled back, forcing Emma back fully to her knees with a disappointed grunt, greaves clunking against the floor. As if suddenly reminded that her knight was still attired in her riding gear, Regina waved a hand, shifting easily to resettle herself against her throne as Emma was enveloped in thick purple smoke.
When it cleared, Emma was unsurprised to find herself stripped. She still gave a sharp gasping hiss as the cold of the marble hit her knees, the chill in the vast room that was never fully gone no matter how many fires blazed. It was the one that burned in her Queen's eyes that captivated her the most, and when she felt the tender skin of her nipples begin to harden under their burn, she knew it was not from the cold.
"Now, then, Knight." Regina reclined on her throne, settling her hands smoothly over the arms with a smirk on her lips, so pleased with herself that Emma could practically taste the self-satisfaction. Her skirt rippled, the legs beneath obviously spreading apart, leaving no question as to the Queen's intentions. "Offer your tribute."
Emma shuddered at the bolt of sheer want that flashed through her, and she was eagerly pressing forward before she could even think, glove-less hands now delicately tracing over the velvet, caressing through the thick fabric that snagged and felt glorious to fingers calloused from her sword. Slowly, reverently, she hitched up the first few inches of pooled velvet, until those fingers were finally touching bare skin, running just barely over the smoothness of Regina's ankle. Another shudder as her fingers finally met skin, and Emma's groan echoed around the throne room, and continued higher. Encouraged by the slight change in Regina's breathing that prompted yes-good-keep-going.
Regina was ever a work of art, and even though Emma had been blessed enough to have many of these encounters over the years, she never relented in her worship of the goddess that was her Queen. Even though her own desire burned in the pit of her belly and had ever since Regina had first cleared the room, she knew to take her time, ever so slowly rising the curtain of red velvet, gradually slipping her hand up and up the glorious column of Regina's calf.
As soon as enough fabric was bunched out of the way, the knight slid herself even closer, lips pursing to trail over ankle and calf, pressing soft, chaste kisses over skin few but herself ever saw. One of Regina's hand left the arm of her throne, fingers once again curling into Emma's hair, sliding through the thick of it with a small, encouraging exhale. "Have you missed this, my dear? I've certainly missed you, these long weeks."
"My Queen," Emma nearly grunted, pausing to add yet another kiss to glorious flesh, "not a moment went by over my absence that I did not long for your presence." Her hands had never ceased in their slow journey up Regina's legs, passing her knees to finally drape the long velvet into her Queen's lap and out of the way of her slow, reverent explorations. She could feel Regina's chuckle of approval vibrate into her mouth as she kissed her upper calf, and groaned again. The first faint scents of her effect on her Queen reached her nose, and she had to stop herself from shooting up immediately towards it, to take Regina's undergarments between her teeth and rend them in two before diving into the source of that desire. She visibly shook, suppressing that urge.
"Emma." The sound of her name on those lips brought her actions to a screeching halt, the blonde head immediately rearing back to look up into eyes gone fully black with lust. "I believe I asked for your tribute." Her hand tangled forcibly in Emma's hair, forcing a hiss at the sudden pain. "Not your worship."
Lurching up and forward to comply with where her Queen was leading her, Emma kept the eye contact constant as she set about her ordered task in a blur. Taking the command as permission, her hands reached up to curl around the edges of Regina's undergarments, nearly tearing them in her haste to get them out of her way. Regina hissed at the sudden hint of pain as Emma's nails raked down her skin in her haste, but didn't stop her, hands fisted in her hair and continuing to guide her knight right where she was wanted.
"My Queen," Emma breathed, lips finally brushing over the outer most folds of Regina's sex. Still looking solely in Regina's eyes, she slipped her tongue slowly up the length of her slit.
Regina's resulting "Yess," was pure music to her ears, and the hand so desperately buried in her curls released, once more settling on the arm of her throne.
Now the first taste of her Queen was finally in her mouth, Emma pushed herself to take her time. They had been weeks apart, after all, and damned if she was going to rush this. Not when it was so, so good, to finally have this again. She set to work with slow and steady flicks of her tongue, just on the outermost edges of Regina's pussy, never actively seeking anything more. Not yet, anyway. When Regina's hips slowly began their first arcs forward, eager for more, Emma switched to soft licks to the full length of her Queen, each one just a little harder, a little longer, until just the barest tip of her tongue was flicking over Regina's clit. She pulled back long enough to murmur into hot, sticky flesh. "I missed you so much, my Queen," she grunted, knowing the feel of her lips moving over Regina's sensitive walls would only serve her desire further.
"Emma..." Regina murmured again, looking down into eyes still filled with such reverence and worship that she had to smirk again. "Show me your fealty."
With a groan of her own, Emma set about this new task with a will, tongue fluttering over the stiffening bud of Regina's clit, softer than any velvet. She pressed kisses to it, the music of her Queen's breathy cries filling the chamber with every lick. Humming in her sheer desire for her Queen, Emma gradually built to circling Regina's clit with her tongue, intermittently kissing it with ever longer caresses of her lips. When Regina gave another low grunt of need, she took the ready hardness of her clit between her lips and sucked, slowly, lingering until Regina was bucking up into her mouth.
She pulled back to the very edges of her Queen's pussy, glancing up with a smile pulling across her lips. "In sight of the Gods and all the vassals of this kingdom," she began in hushed tones, pausing to kiss and lick and suck every other word.
Regina had gasped at the beginning of the oath, perhaps not expecting Emma to take her command quite so literally, but did not stop her, sinking a little further onto her throne with every soft flutter and flick of Emma's tongue on her wet, needy flesh.
"I, Emma, Knight of the Order of Swan," she paused to dart her tongue fully inside her Queen's cunt, thrusting for a long series of breaths until Regina was once again reaching for her hair. "Do swear that unto her Majesty Regina, Rightways Queen of Cimmeria" she nipped and sucked at Regina's clit, tongue flicking in rapid swirls until the Queen's hips were rolling against her enough that Emma had to pause, hoisting Regina's thighs onto her shoulders and keeping them there with muscles long built from years in the training yard.
"I will ever be true and faithful, and love all which she loves and shun all which she shuns, according to the laws of her majesty and the order of the world." She hissed out the words in a rush, eager to have as much of her Queen in her mouth as she could, now, desperate for her tongue to slip and slide over every inch of Regina's needy flesh.
"Emma!" Regina's fingers were white on the elaborate arms of her throne, clenching violently as every thrust and suckling of her knight sent her closer and closer to glorious, spiraling ecstasy. Her hips were twitching, held fast in Emma's grip, the Knight taking control as the Queen was rapidly losing it with every moan.
Just as Emma knew that Regina was mere seconds away from toppling over her edge, she pulled away with a violent effort, bearing her Queen's swears and trembling thighs with stoicism as she once again pressed kisses to her outer lips. "Nor will I ever with will or action, through word or deed, do anything which is unpleasing to her." She finished, smirking at the irony.
"Emma!" Regina nearly screamed, her eyes blazing as they focused long enough to glare. "Fuck me now, or by the gods I'll have you named Oathbreaker!"
"As my Queen commands." Keeping her eyes locked with her Queen's , Emma rushed her lips forward, locking them around her clit and sucking hard until Regina was screaming her name, fingers nearly carving grooves into the hard ebony of her throne.
Emma continued, flicking her tongue inside her Queen hard and fast, then sucking again, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure for Regina, licking to the outer edges of her cunt until the slow shudders of orgasm had finally ceased.
Slowly, she slipped trembling thighs back to their position on the throne, watching the rise and fall of Regina's velvet and lace-covered chest as she returned from the height of her climax.
She smiled, pressing another soft kiss to Regina's knee, and then continued, "To have and to hold her. To love her, honor her, and treasure her, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part."
Regina gave a soft, quiet little chuckle, hands leaving their death grip on the throne to rest once more in soft curls. "You omitted most of your titles, dear," she chastised, still a little breathless, and gave a sharp tug to pull her wife off her knees and into her lap.
Grinning, Emma climbed eagerly up, straddling her wife until her feet curled over the arm of the throne and rested on the back of the empty one beside it, braced against her own sigil of a swan soaring above Regina's apple tree. "Mmm, and yours, my love," she sighed in admission, curling her arm around Regina's shoulders "But if I'd had to go through all of them, I'd have been at your feet all night."
"Granted," Regina sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle her flushed face against Emma's cheek.
