As with all stories posted by me, this has consensual parent/child incest. Deal with it, or don't read it. Reviews are appreciated, especially since this is the beginning of a new story! Written with askandiwilllie
Henry looked at the clock, it was nearly nine, which was already past the time his grandparents had asked him to put seven-year old Neal to bed. Getting up from the couch, Henry patted the boy on the back, saying, "C'mon kiddo, it's past your bedtime."
"Don't wanna," Neal said, squishing himself into the cushions of the couch, eyes still glued to the cartoon playing on the TV.
"Please? C'mon, if you're good and go brush your teeth and go to bed, I'll get you ice cream next time we hang out," Henry offered. He really didn't want his grandparents to come home and have Neal still awake.
"No." Neal crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "I wanna watch cartoons."
Crouching to pick Neal up, Henry tossed him over his shoulder, securing him with one arm over the back of his knees. "Guess I'm just gonna have to make you go then, kiddo." He walked him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet lid. "Brush your teeth, kid."
"NO!" Neal yelled, jumping up and trying to make a run for the door.
Henry shook his head and stepped in space between Neal and the door. "Neal!" he yelled, losing his patience. "It's time for bed! Now, brush your teeth!"
"I DON'T WANNA GO TO BED YOU CAN'T MAKE ME YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!" the seven-year-old screamed, diving straight into an epic tantrum. He curled his hands into fists and beat them against his older nephew.
Gently grabbing Neal's wrists to stop the boy from hitting him, Henry crouched down in front of him. "Hey, I know I'm not your daddy. But your daddy and mommy put me in charge of you, and you need to listen," he scolded, his voice tough and bordering on mean.
Past the point of listening, Neal shook his head, screaming and crying incoherently as he tried to push Henry. "GO AWAY!" A cloud of golden smoke accompanied his words, and when it cleared, Henry was gone.
Henry didn't know what was happening, he just felt himself falling. Until he wasn't. Then he crashed to his knees on hard, stone ground. Looking around, he seemed to be in some kind of courtyard, with many people dressed like they were in the medieval times. No… he thought. He knew where he was. As he searched around, he knew he was in the Enchanted Forest. He just didn't know how.
Not noticing the young man appearing behind her, the queen watched dispassionately as the prisoner was brought out and walked up to the platform. A priest asked if the man had any final words, which earned him a spray of dirty saliva on his robes. Lifting her chin, the queen commanded, "Prepare the prisoner," and the hangman fit the noose around the man's neck.
Henry looked at the prisoner, then at the woman who spoke and his jaw dropped. She was younger, several years younger than she had looked before the curse broke, even. But it was definitely she. Her dark hair was longer, and her clothes were... way different, but there was no mistaking it. Mom? Henry whispered, and no one could hear him. Suddenly, he looked back up at the prisoner, shouting, "No! What are you doing?" He stepped forward and paled, knowing he probably shouldn't have done that.
The queen whipped around, her eyes narrowing at the insolent young man in the strange clothes. She idly wondered if he was a realm-jumper, like Jefferson. "How dare you question your queen!" she hissed. "Guards!" Immediately two of her black knights flanked the man. "Take him to the dungeon." As he was pulled away, she turned back, nodding to the hangman, who pulled the lever, dropping the criminal; the crack of his neck was heard through the courtyard, and then the queen left.
Henry fought against the guards for a minute, but knew it wasn't worth it. He heard and read about her reign as queen and knew there wasn't a chance of him getting away without help or her permission. Dropping his head, he tried to think of the best way to get her not to kill him.
In her chambers, Regina fumed, pacing. The mirror badgered her, asking what was wrong, pleading with her to tell him. Pathetic, she sneered, waving her hand and conjuring thick drapes over each mirror in her chambers, blocking out the annoying voice. With the quiet, she was able to calm down, and remembered wondering if the man was a realm-jumper. If he was, he could be forgiven for not knowing proper etiquette. Another wave of her hand and her door swung open. "Bring me the prisoner," she told the guards at the door, one immediately leaving to do so.
When the guard came and retrieved him, Henry stood and let the guard half drag him. He was unsure how he'd face her. He'd thought his mom was evil when he was ten, but the woman he saw at the execution made his mom look like a puppy.
While her guard was gone, Regina used her magic to change out of the extravagant dress she'd worn for the execution, opting for a body-hugging velvet dress in a deep purple, and let her hair half down to cascade down her back in smooth curls. She had a tea service brought up, and lounged in her chair in front of the fire, the tea on a small table between the matching chairs. When her guard brought the young man in, she looked him over with a calculated sultry expression. "Please," she said, making her voice smooth and smoky. "Have a seat."
Nearly choking at the change between her appearance in the courtyard and now, Henry nodded dumbly, confused at her current, seemingly seductive, disposition. Then he remembered that she wouldn't know him. Wouldn't even know of him or his existence or his relation to her. He sat across from her, staying silent.
Regina poured the tea, adding a squeeze of lemon and a small spoon of sugar to each. "This is my personal blend," she told him, handing him one of the fine china cups. "I do hope you enjoy it." She took the other cup, sipping slowly at the hot liquid as she watched him.
Watching her as closely as she watched him, Henry feigned a sip from his cup. Once he'd braved himself up enough, he said, "You're Queen Regina?"
"You do know of me," Regina hummed, smiling. "That puts you at an advantage. You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are - other than that you're not from this land."
"I'm not," he answered. "I'm from a world much different from this realm." Henry looked her over, her smile put him on edge as much as it filled him with warmth and that was warning for him.
Fascinated, Regina leaned forward. "I have met realm-jumpers before. Do you control a portal, or were you brought here?"
Wondering if he should lie, make up some story, Henry pondered a moment. He decided to give her the best version of the truth. "My uncle sent me here, though I don't know how."
"Hmm," Regina hummed, leaning back again and continuing to drink her tea. After a moment, she said, "You still have yet to tell me your name."
"My name is Henry," he answered automatically, flinching after he spoke. He should have lied. No, he shouldn't have, he'd done the right thing. He needed her to trust him, without telling her he is her son from the future.
Regina's eyes widened in surprise, and she traced a fingertip around the edge of her cup. "Henry... That is my father's name," she told him.
Forcing a smile, Henry said, "Is that so?"
"Mm." Regina finished her tea and set the cup down, noticing then that Henry's cup was still full. "Do you not like it?" she asked, oddly disappointed.
"My mother taught me at a young age not to take food or beverage from someone unless I was completely certain what went into it," he offered, giving her a small grin.
Regina laughed at the honesty of the remark. "Well, my dear, let me assure you," she took the cup from him and drew a long sip, watching him over the rim through her lashes. Lowering the cup, she arched her neck slightly as she swallowed, and let her tongue dart across her lips, catching any lingering moisture, "the tea is untainted," she finished in a throaty murmur, handing the cup back to him, her fingertips grazing his hand as she did.
Henry squirmed slightly at the touch, avoiding biting his lip as he took the cup. His body pulsed with arousal and he shifted in his seat, bringing one leg up and crossing his ankle over his other knee. "All right," he said, taking a heavy swig of it, finding it to be very near the taste of the tea she made him as his mother in Storybrooke.
Pleased, Regina let her gaze wander over him, smirking a little at the way he'd started sitting. He was rather attractive, in a young, innocent kind of way. Realm-jumpers, it seemed, were her weakness. "Such strange attire," she hummed innocently, reaching out and drawing her hand over the blue fabric covering his thigh. "What is it called?"
Shaking his head, Henry chuckled lightly. "They're called jeans, but the material is denim." He'd tensed to avoid jerking away from her touch. Henry knew he shouldn't be having the thoughts he was having about her, she was his mother. He reasoned with himself that this version of her wasn't, and that at least she didn't know who she was to him.
"So strange," she repeated, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes. "Should you stay, I believe I shall have you fitted for more suitable attire." Boldly, she slid her hand up his leg, fingertips a hairs-width away from the growing bulge in his pants. "I would also like to, officially, invite you to stay... at least for the night."
Henry swallowed thickly, wondering if she meant what he was thinking she meant. "Uh... yeah I definitely need a place to stay. I... I don't have magic personally, and I am not sure how to get home," he answered, avoiding offering anything she might have been implying.
Regina tilted her head slightly. Either he was much more innocent than she'd anticipated (he was a man, after all, and certainly past the age when most had lost their virginity), or he wasn't interested. She slid her hand over, palming the bulge. Definitely interested. "Have you ever had a woman, Henry?" she purred.
Jerking slightly, he nodded. "Yes. I... yes," he answered. Her touch was insistent and he couldn't deny that she was outstandingly sexy. But, she was... god she was his mother. He had a hard on from his mother. Still, that didn't stop him from letting his eyes drop to her full lips.
"Good." Regina smirked and squeezed before withdrawing her hand. "Then I won't have to teach you how to please me, will I?"
"You won't." Henry surprised himself with the answer, furrowing his brow slightly before shaking it off and looking her over. She looked different enough, and he couldn't say he'd never thought of her curves before. Still, there was a difference between thinking of something and doing it.
"Perfect." Regina stood smoothly, the velvet of her dress hugging her form in the firelight. She stood for a moment, allowing him to look, knowing how attractive she was. "Come with me," she said then, moving to a second set of door that separated the antechamber they sat in from the bedchamber.
Standing, he followed, the dress tight on her form acting almost as a hypnotizing agent. That didn't matter though, he knew by his own hardness that he wanted her. Henry knew he couldn't try to deny that any longer.
A swish of her hand had the door closing behind them, and Regina turned, taking his hand and drawing him close to her body. "Tell me, Henry," she murmured throatily, "have you ever knelt before a queen?"
"No," he choked, his voice coming out weak. Clearing his throat, Henry tried again. "No, Your Majesty, I have not."
Stepping backward toward the bed, Regina reached up with the hand not holding his, her fingers finding the clasp behind her neck, the velvet instantly loosening around her. She let him go long enough for the fabric to slither into the puddle on the floor, leaving her utterly bare. Her legs touched the bed frame, and she commanded him, "Kneel."
Jaw dropping, he nodded, crashing too eagerly, too quickly, to the floor. Both knees on the stone, he looked up at her, though his eye line nearly met her ribs and as his eyes moved up her, he couldn't help the thick arousal that filled his body. He dipped his head slightly, saying, "My Queen."
Humming in satisfaction, Regina sat on the end of the bed, parting her thighs and running her fingers through his hair. "So reverent," she praised.
Henry swallowed, realizing exactly what she wanted; obedience. So, he nodded. "For you only, Queen Regina."
"Mmm…" Regina tugged on his hair lightly and commanded, "Pay tribute to your queen."
Nearly choking at her words, Henry nodded dumbly, looking at her figure, then dropping his gaze to her core, openly exposed to him. He moved toward her, slouching slightly and curling his arms under her thighs, gripping the tops of her legs tightly as he lowered his mouth closer to her. Hesitating just before touching her, he took a deep breath and ignored the voice nagging him in the back of his head, licking her quickly and groaning at her taste. Henry couldn't hold out any longer, he went right into it, her taste was incredible and he'd never imagined anyone could taste so good. Licking her, he let his nose flick across her clit as he lowered his mouth, pushing his tongue as deep into her as he could.
Regina moaned loudly in surprise. She hadn't been oblivious to Henry's slight discomfort, and certainly hadn't been expecting him to dive in with such zeal. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping him in place, as she leaned back on her other hand.
Henry let her moan push him onward, pulling his tongue out to move his mouth higher, circling her clit instead. Using his tongue and lips, he kissed her clit like he'd kiss her mouth, moving both teasingly but promisingly around and over it.
Sucking in a breath, Regina rolled her hips against his face, the teasing sensations making her brain fuzz over. "So good," she breathed.
He knew he should stop, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the way she moved against him, the way her voice got throaty and husky encouraged him. Gripping her thighs tighter, he pulled forward just slightly, so her ass was almost over the edge of her bed. Henry then moved his head lower, once again pushing his tongue as deep into her as he could, his reach better with this new angle.
"Oh," Regina half-moaned, letting her head fall back. "Yes, fuck, like that, don't stop."
Obeying, he continued his motions, letting one hand move up her thigh to her hip, squeezing it tightly.
Gripping Henry's hair, Regina pulled him closer, so his nose ground against her clit as she thrust against his face, his tongue already putting her at the edge, and the extra stimulation sent her over, crying out.
Henry stayed close to her until she rode out her orgasm, then he pulled back, breathing in sharply, her scent on his mouth and the tip of his nose, but it didn't bother him. He dipped his head quickly before looking up at her and asking, "Did I please you well, Queen Regina?" He didn't understand what he was thinking, only that if he really asked himself, he wanted to please her again.
"Oh yes," Regina purred, stretching languorously. "Remove your strange attire and come lay beside me," she added, moving back on the bed, laid out on her side and watching him.
Giving up on any attempt of believing this was wrong, Henry stripped quickly, climbing into the bed next to her, facing her. His eyes wandered over her form, her shape was incredible, the curve of her hips and ass had him nearly whimpering.
Humming, Regina reached between them, her eyes glittering mischievously as she wrapped her fingers around his erection.
Henry's hips bucked into her and he nearly cried out her name, though not the name he'd used in the short time he'd been in her old world, he'd nearly said mom, but he knew that was weird and knew he had to avoid letting on who she was to him in his world. Instead, he choked out a moan and a cry to a deity he didn't even believe existed.
Regina chuckled darkly and leaned in, biting his lower lip, but not kissing him. "Your skill defies your experience," she told him. "You're clearly not as used to a woman's touch as I would have assumed."
"You're... different than who I've been with previously," he said. If only he could tell her how she was different.
"I'm a queen," she pointed out, her eyebrow twitching. With a grin, she pushed him onto his back and swiftly straddled him, too far forward on his torso to touch his erection. She lowered her voice, murmuring seductively, "Do you want to fuck a queen?"
Swallowing roughly, he nodded, his eyes grazing her breasts, and he immediately wanted to touch them. No, he needed to touch them. He licked his lips, looking into her eyes and asking, "May I?" Henry then allowed his eyes to drop to her breasts again, not pulling them away, as his heart raced and his cock throbbed with his desire.
"You may," Regina assented, nodding. She shifted back, pressing her weight against him so his cock was trapped between them.
He bit back his groan at the pressure of her body on his cock. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to be inside of her, and he didn't let himself think about what that meant. Instead he rested his hands on her thighs, moving them slowly up her smooth, tan skin, brushing them over her abdomen and letting his thumbs graze over every rib until he reached her breasts. Cupping them, he massaged them for a moment, then stopped to press the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, rolling them skillfully.
Regina moaned, her hips rolling against him as shocks of pleasure rippled out from his touch. Unsatisfied with her own movement, she lifted her hips enough to position him at her entrance and sank down. "Oh, yesss," she hissed through her teeth as he filled her.
Henry moved his hands over her breasts, taking each nipple between a thumb and index finger, rolling them and pinching them. He tested her limits, pinching one and twisting it tightly before he released, while watching for her reaction.
"Ohh, aren't you the daring one," Regina chuckled breathlessly, and dug her nails into his chest, a slyly vicious smirk twisting her lips.
Groaning at the rough touch, Henry nodded. "And the verdict, My Queen?" he asked. He didn't stop rolling her nipples, just kept a gentler grasp on them as he waited for her answer.
"Hm, I may have to punish you for taking such liberties with your queen." Regina twisted her hips, grinding down onto him.
"I apologize. I will ask permission next time," he offered. Leaving one hand to work on her breast, he slid one down her torso to her hip, gently letting it rest there, though he desperately wanted to touch her ass. Henry pushed his hips up against her, letting them move in the little space allowed. "Is that all right, My Queen?"
Regina didn't mean to sigh, "Perfect," at his movement, but he managed to rock into her at just the right angle as he asked the question.
Grinning, Henry repeated the action, moving evenly and continuously. "And your breasts, Queen Regina? Do you like how I touch them?" he asked.
Letting out a humming chuckle, Regina murmured, "When you're not being a brat. I like to inflict pain, dear, not have it inflicted upon me."
Henry nodded. Her calling him brat reminded him of something his mother would say. "My apologies, again," he said. Moving the hand still on her breast, he rolled her nipple between his fingers again, gently this time, though still with enough pressure to make her feel it well.
Regina used her hands pressed flat against his chest as leverage to move on him, letting her head fall back in pleasure, her long hair just brushing her ass.
He groaned as she moved on him, the hand on her hip moving to grasp her hair. Henry wanted to pull it, so badly, but he didn't. Instead, he let his hand tangle in the soft curls and held it in his hand as she moved on him. "So beautiful," he breathed, though he hadn't meant to.
"Thank you, dear," Regina chuckled, and bit her lip as her breaths began to come in soft pants. She moved harder on him, soft sounds falling from her throat.
Moving harder beneath her, Henry thrust as deep into her as he could. He couldn't believe what the sounds slipping between her lips were doing to him, but he wanted her to come on his cock, and he wanted to come for her, touching her, fucking her. Henry let go of her hair, letting his hand trail down her ass as his fingertips kneading the rounded flesh. "Is that allowed, My Queen?" he asked.
The sound that came out of Regina's mouth was intended to be an assent, although it was rather mangled. She reached one hand between them, making no excuses as she sought her own pleasure, the addition of her fingers sending her over the edge again.
Henry didn't dare come, though as she tightened around him, he felt like he needed to. He knew though, just from the time since he'd been there with her, he couldn't do anything without her permission. Instead, he focused on gripping her ass, helping her roll against him as she rode out her orgasm.
"Mmmm, gods," Regina sighed as she relaxed, moving her hand back to his chest to hold herself up as she continued to slowly roll against him. "You may release," she added airily, her eyes half-closed in residual pleasure.
Letting out a relieved sound, Henry relaxed, thrusting into her as she moved on him. He didn't thrust into her more than three times before his finish came, his thighs tensing and his hands unintentionally squeezing her breast and ass harder than she'd given him permission to. Once he caught his breath, he released his grip. "I... I'm sorry, My Queen."
Chuckling lowly, Regina lowered herself to lay against his body, tracing his jaw with the edge of her fingernail. "So compliant," she mused. "I may just have to keep you as my pet."
"Your pet?" he asked, his voice thick.
"Would you like that?" she asked, leaning up and kissing him hard. "Would you like to live in luxury, waited on by my servants, every need and whim taken care of, in exchange for your utter submission to me? Would you enjoy warming my bed and being my plaything?"
Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine it. Could he fuck her anytime she wanted? She was incredible, but there was still that voice nagging at the back of his head. When he opened his eyes and looked into her chocolate ones, he grinned. She was different, that was enough. Nodding, he said, "I would like that very much. I... may I ask a question?"
Regina found herself returning his grin, pleased at his decision. "You may."
"Are there... uh, I've never been submissive to a woman. Are there rules I need to follow?" he asked, feeling his cheeks warm as he finished his question.
Tilting her head at his question, and his wording, she responded with a question of her own. "You've never been submissive to a woman... but you have been to a man?" she asked curiously.
"No, god, no. I... uh, sorry. I've never been submissive to anyone. I mean, my mom, in a non-sexual way, but that's different," he answered, stumbling clumsily over his words until he finally stopped himself. Fuck, he groaned inwardly. Fucking embarrass yourself, why don't you, Mills?
Regina chuckled. "No, that's quite different," she agreed. "The only rule that need concern you is that you may not take orders from anyone but myself, and you may not deny me. Ever. To deny me is to leave the castle. If I demand something of you that you are unsure of, you may express your concerns, but if I decide to continue regardless, you will obey."
Nodding, Henry breathed, "Okay."
"Mm, wonderful," Regina purred. "As well, should you attempt to kill me, I promise you that you will fail, and your death will be slow and painful," she added in warning. "But should you continue to please me as you have tonight, you will want for nothing."
Forgetting who she was in this realm, Henry frowned and asked, "Why would I try to kill you?"
"I have many enemies," Regina told him, thinking nothing of the question. He was not from this realm. "All of whom would not hesitate to kill me if they could."
He answered without thinking. "Why kill such a beautiful woman? That seems a waste." After his words were out, he looked away, thinking of why people would want to kill her. Henry knew why, he knew who she was, but he couldn't completely grasp that side of her when she was naked on top of him.
Laughing freely at that, Regina looked at him fondly. "Oh, I chose well."
"What do I do here when you're busy?" he asked, curious of what adventures he could get into. "This world is... I've heard of it and read of it, but it's nothing like where I'm from, not by a long shot."
"What would you like to do?" Regina countered. "If you've heard of this world, you must have some idea of what you may enjoy... other than my body," she winked at him.
"I... I don't know. I like horses. And I've been trained with a sword, but I'm not sure what I could do with that here," Henry answered. Though, at her mention of his enjoyment of her body, he wanted to touch her. He didn't know what was allowed, but he found his fingers itching to move over her curves. Ignoring that, he spoke again. "I... don't know what's safe. Though I've heard of this place, most of what I know is worrisome."
Regina smiled. "I can have one of my guards show you the castle grounds. They are well guarded, and my personal lands are quite extensive. If you would like to ride, you may pick out a horse from the main stable. There are many trails through the meadows and forest. I don't believe I trust you just yet to give you a weapon. Should you wish for a stipend, there is a village outside the castle gates with a market."
Allowing his curiosity to overtake him, Henry asked, "Who lives here with you? It's an awfully large castle."
"There are a great many servants and guards," Regina answered easily. "It takes a large staff to keep a castle and estate this large running. My father also lives here. I have no other family."
Henry wanted to meet his grandfather, the man whose name he bore, but he wouldn't ask just yet, it would seem weird. Nodding, he let the thought settle. "Everything sounds agreeable."
Out of nowhere, the thought occurred to Regina to ask, "How old are you?" curious of his youth and relative inexperience with women.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he answered, "Nineteen."
"Certainly a man," Regina nodded. His experience, in her world at least, would imply he was younger, although he looked his age. "How many women have you been with before me?"
"Uh... two," Henry answered, wondering why she was asking. He wondered a moment if she'd been less satisfied than it had seemed, but he knew she would have no reason to fake pleasure when she could have many different pets.
Humming, Regina smiled. "Two. Good. Enough to know what you're doing without developing bad habits."
Not certain if it would be wrong to ask her what he desired to know, he tried flattery before his question. "My beautiful Queen, may I ask your age?"
"Flattery does not work on me, my dear," Regina chuckled. "You're lucky the question does not offend me. I am twenty-six."
"My apologies," Henry said quickly. "But does it count as flattery if it's true?"
"It counts as flattery if it is said with intent to negate an offense," Regina replied. "You, my pet, are going to be quite fun." She leaned up and kissed him again, gentler than before, but still with a firm edge.
He kissed her eagerly, having wondered what it would be like without her demanding roughness. Henry was trying his best not to be intimidated by her skill and obvious experience.
Regina hummed and slowly pulled away, finally sliding off of him and rolling to the side. "You may sleep in my bed tonight, but I will arrange quarters for you in the morning. I often prefer to sleep alone."
Nodding, Henry knew that was still true to this day. Even when he'd had nightmares as a child, she would let him crawl into her bed, only to find that after he'd fallen asleep, she'd moved him back to his own bed. "Okay."
"Do you have any further questions before we sleep?" Regina asked, looking at him with her eyebrows raised.
"I don't think so. Is there anything else you want to know about me?" he asked in return, though he knew she would ask freely if she desired.
Regina thought for a moment, then asked, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips, "Do you snore?"
Chuckling, he shook his head. "No. Do you?"
"Of course not!" Regina sat up and put her hand to her chest in mock-offence. "I am a queen!"
"Yes, well, pretty queens have flaws, too," he teased. "Though I'm glad to know that's not one you have."
Regina shook her head at him, grinning, and reached up to pull the pins out of her hair and shaking it out before laying back down. "Other queens may have flaws," she allowed, "but to you, your queen is utterly flawless."
Nodding seriously, Henry dipped his head once more for the night. "Yes, My Queen. You are flawless."
"Mm, good boy," Regina purred, and swished a hand through the air, magically extinguishing the candles that lit the room.
He laid down on his back on the bed. He'd never slept in bed with anyone before, not unless you counted one of his mothers, which he didn't. Settling against the bed, his head on a plush pillow, he ran the day through his head.