Author note: Hi my lovely readers. This story has one crucial change- Regina never put a spell on her heart so she CAN be controlled. I would love to get some feedback as to whether this should be a one-shot or if you would like some more smut action! Enjoy!
Robin lay awake listening to the sounds of the forest around him. On any other night this would bring him comfort and allow him to drift off to sleep, but not tonight. Regina had enlisted him with the task of guarding her heart. He rolled onto his side, his eyes focussing on the brown leather satchel. He could heart the dull thump of her heart... Thump thump... Thump thump.
Out if fear that the witch may attempt to reclaim her prize Robin had Roland sleep on the other side of the camp with Little John. It had been a long time since Robin slept alone but in actual fact with Regina's heart by his side he felt he wasn't completely alone.
Curiosity getting the better of him Robin opened the satchel and gently retrieved the heart. It was smaller than he imagined a heart should be, and there was an eerie swell of black mixed in with the blood red. Knowing it was her heart made his own beat faster. Over the last few weeks they had spent much time together discussing battle plans to defeat Zelena and Robin couldn't help himself from flirting with her. She was truly stunning, quick witted and put him in his place when she deemed him wrong. He had not felt drawn to another woman in such a long time and felt he lacked the skills to properly state his intentions.
Staring at the heart Robin recalled a conversation Regina and he had a few days back. "When you hold a heart you control it." he recalled. A devilish grin crossed his face. If that's so, Robin could have some fun with her tonight. But how did it work? He had never tried magic before, in the past he had done anything possible to distance himself from magic and the harm it caused. He held the heart close to his lips. He whispered her name but nothing happened. Maybe he was doing it wrong? He tried again and saw the heart begin to glow. "Regina... Can you hear my voice?... Listen closely..."
Regina lay asleep in her bed. She had finally drifted off to sleep after hours of tossing and turning. She had spent hours thinking about Zelena and why Cora would have given her up. And how would she defeat her if even Rumplestiltskin believed Zelena was stronger than her.
Images of Robin suddenly came to mind and she smiled in her sleep. "Milady, its time for some fun... Move your hand..." Unconsciously her hand moved to run gently along the satin fabric covering her flat stomach. Her breath hitched as she slipped her hand under her shirt, the chill of her cold fingers making her skin tense. She ran her fingers across her stomach, over her navel and up towards her breasts. Her hand gently massaged her left breast and she felt her nipple harden at her touch. "More Regina, play with your exquisite nipple, now..." Two fingers slowly pinched and teased her nipple and her mouth fell open allowing her to take a sharp inhale. The coil low within her began to tighten as she felt her arousal growing. Her eyes were still closed and she could see Robin, feel his breath in her ear, smell pine needles and wood. It was so real she could have sworn he was beside her, spurring her on.
Her hand crossed to her right breast and she briefly continued to massage it in similar manner to the first. "open your shirt Milady, allow your alluring figure to feel the cool pinch of the night air" he whispered. She obeyed, her hand leaving her breast and gently popping open the top button of her shirt. Then another. And another. And another, until the fabric parted and her chest was completely bare. It hung loosely at her sides now, still covering her arms as her hands returned once again to her breasts.
Robin was staring intently at the heart. He wasn't sure if his words were having any effect but by the way her heart began to beat erratically he had a good idea. He tried to focus on her, imagine her figure, the soft mews she allowed to tumble from her mouth as she followed his words. He felt his member hardening in his pants as he imagined her laying there with her shirt undone. Her breasts glistening as the moonlight filtered in through the window. Her could see the rise and fall of her chest. Her full, crimson lips parted only slightly. Her long lashes fluttering at her every touch. Her soft, ebony hair spread out over the pillow as she moved. His pants felt extremely tight now, he wanted to keep going but wasn't sure if he could stop himself from following suit. For now he restrained himself and continued to focus on her.
Her left hand slowly ran across her collar bone, every inch of her skin was tingling and crying out for attention. Her right hand continued to massage her breasts, occasionally teasing each nipple until they were both blushed and erect. "Lower... Lower now my queen... I want to see how wet you are" she swallowed hard as her left hand ran along her torso and made contact with the waistband of her pajamas. She dipped one finger under and ran it along the band teasing herself. "more" she allowed her hand to sink beneath the fabric and she shivered as her fingers made contact with her black lace panties beneath. She lowered her fingers between her legs and felt the damp warmth coating her panties. A moan escaped from her lips as she pulled her panties aside and ran one skilled finger along her slick folds.
Robin struggled to free himself from his pants with one hand as his other held Regina's heart. He let out a deep sigh of relief as his zipper lowered allowing his thick, hard member to be freed. He couldn't resist touching himself as he imagined what Regina must be doing at this moment. His fingers wrapped around his erection and he continued to guide her as he began pumping his hand. His breathing became laboured, "oh Regina" he cried as he imagined her in the throws of passion. He wanted more, needed more, he slowed his ministrations just enough to focus on the task at hand.
Regina slid her pajamas slowly down her thighs, her fingers delicately caressing her skin. She then proceeded to remove her panties tossing them aside. "that's right Milady... You know what I want you to do... Touch yourself, I want to see your fingers covered in the sheen of your arousal" Regina's eyes fluttered open as she felt her index finger glide between her folds. She moaned as another finger was inserted. She used her fingers to stretch herself wider and insert her fingers deeper. Arching her back she hit her target and threw her head back with pleasure. She pumped her fingers again and again nearing closer and closer to her climax... Regina imagined her fingers were Robins. She wanted them to be his. Despite her best efforts to deny it, he had a hold on her and she wanted him.
Robin ran his thumb over his tip feeling the pre-cum that signaled his eminent release. He was trying his best to guide Regina but his own pleasure was making it hard to form sentences. At this point his directions were simple "harder, faster, more, more, Regina... Oh yes... Regina! Come for me, I want you to come for me!"
As the final words tumbled from his lips he allowed himself to come. He never let go of the heart, he stared at it intensely as he rode his orgasm to completion. Her heart was now glowing so bright now that he feared it may explode. After a few moments the beating slowed and the glowing dimmed. He knew his job was compete.
Regina's breathing was erratic, she could feel her walls clenching around her slick fingers, she thought of Robin, his handsome face, his chiseled torso, those strong masculine hands... Those hands which she desperately wanted inside her... Her body became rigid as her orgasm tore through her body. "Robin" she cried as she lost control, her body then spasming as she succumbed to the pleasure, "Yes, oh Robin!". She slowly removed her fingers and sat up, using her left hand to steady herself. She placed her right hand instinctively over her chest where her heart should be and tried to resume steady breathing. It had been a long time since she had pleasured herself and it was the first time she had ever woken up in the middle of it. A suspicious grin crossed her face, could it be possible that he was responsible? He who protested relentlessly about the use of magic? "Well I shall get to the bottom of this, tomorrow" she breathed. Secretly Regina hoped her instincts were right as she allowed herself to once more drift off to sleep.
Should I continue? Should Regina confront Robin? Should she play it cool as though it never happened? OR should she pay him back? Would love to know your thoughts. QueenMay