well...inspiration struck after looking at screencaps of 1x21. this will probably be a one shot or if there's interest in this maybe a shorter story. let me know if i should continue ;D xxx
"By using him to bring an end Snow White..."
David leaned his head against the cold stone of the dungeon wall, exhaling a deep breath of the dank, musty air. The scene of his almost execution played over and over in his mind, the sweet relief of the water hitting his neck instead of the blade. He'd heard her voice behind him before he saw her, his neck still restricted by the crude execution block he was pinned in.
She'd marched up to King George more bravely than any other male rulers in the surrounding kingdoms would have. Her shoulders were squared with pride, covered by a perfectly tailored deep red tailcoat that trailed behind her, legs clad in tight, black leather. Her hair was styled dramatically, her makeup fierce, lips painted a burnt red. She looked as vicious and dangerous as everyone described her, maybe even more so in the flesh.
He'd almost been hopeful, thinking maybe Snow had found a way to barter with the Queen, that maybe she was seeking him due to some deal the two of them made. It turned out to be a foolish thought, fueled by the adrenaline pumping in his veins at his near death experience. She'd instead spat out her plans to use him to kill his beloved to George, which seemed to please the malevolent old bastard and greed. Her guards had practically dragged him to a separate coach, shoving him in it with the shackles still on and took him to the Queen's kingdom.
Now he found himself in the cold confines of the crude dungeon, waiting to find out what his fate would turn out to be. He lifted his head from his thoughts at the sound of footsteps and metal clanging, the Queen appearing in his line of vision followed by two dutiful guards. She wore a fitted dark dress, the neckline plunging dangerously low and showing most of her cleavage, her waist unbelievably narrow.
His chest tightened with hatred at the sight of the vile woman and he tried to ignore the way his breath caught when she appeared. She was as equally intimidating as she was alluring; dark makeup winged up at the corner of her eyes, a feisty smile played on her painted lips. Her hair was cast into a daring updo, unlike any of the styles he'd seen women wear.
"Leave us," She commanded her guards with a wave of her hand, sending them walking the way they'd just came. She gave him a cocky grin as she opened the cell door with a magical flick of her wrist, waltzing into his cage, eyes appraising him in a catlike manner.
He stood from where he was sitting, heavy metal shackles cutting into his wrists with the movement, "What do you want?"
"Hm," She gave a soft sound reminiscent of a moan as her gaze traveled over his shoulders, her brow raising gently. She reached out with her hand, pressing her fingertips to his chest in an attempt to run her hand over it, "I suppose I see the allure," She purred but he slapped her hand down, causing her brows to raise in surprise.
She seemed to not have expected him to stand up to her, but her lips almost curled in amusement instead of retaliating. It was as if she were a predatory cat, batting at a mouse, toying and teasing and enjoying his precious attempts at defying her. "I wonder if you'll be quite so incorruptible after your precious Snow is gone?"
"Whatever she did to you, leave her alone and take my life instead," David replied firmly, glaring down at the insufferable woman who only smiled coyly back at him. The great Evil Queen was actually quite petite for someone who was so feared. He knew she had to be wearing heels under that dress and she was still a good three or four inches shorter than him. Physically he could overtake her if she didn't have magic at her disposal.
"Oh, who said anything about taking her life?" The Queen's brows furrowed theatrically and she pursed her lips before they curved into sly smile once more, "Oh no, I have a far more satisfying brand of punishment for her," She showed her teeth in an almost manic grin, pearly whites behind deep burgundy lips.
Rage bubbled inside of him at how helpless he was and the injustice that the Queen was getting away with. She had been terrorizing his beloved since she was just a girl, all over what he could only assume was severe jealousy. The woman was wicked, soulless, had torn Snow's family apart and still wasn't satisfied. He wanted to kill her, to reach out and put his hands around her delicate neck and squeeze the breath from her. It would only be a few seconds before she turned him into ash or her guards would come to her defense, and he would be dead. That just wouldn't do if he was going to save his future wife from the hands of the woman in front of him. He had to survive long enough to get out of here.
The Evil Queen spun on her heels with a triumphant smile still gracing her lips, her arms moving, doing something in front of her that he couldn't see as she stepped out of his cell at a casual pace. Her arm came up beside her as she walked away, back still to him, a bright red apple in her hand. He knew instantly it was poison, it was what would put his beloved to sleep forever. Lunging forward to go after her was no use, the cell door slamming shut right before he stepped out and still she didn't even glance back at him. A giggle escaped from the monster who caged him, hips swaying and hand rotating the apple tauntingly on her way out.
"Is something wrong?" The Huntsman lifted his head from between her legs breathlessly, thick arms wrapped around her thighs. She let out a breath of frustration, back propped up halfway on pillows against her headboard in her bed chamber. She was entirely bare, legs splayed out in front of him as he gazed up at her with worried eyes.
"I'm distracted," She grit out, rolling her eyes at the relief that flickered upon his face with the knowledge that it wasn't him doing something wrong. He'd been working hard, doing everything that usually made her choke on words and cum in his mouth, but it just wasn't working tonight. There was too much on her mind, too much that needed to be planned.
"Is this about Snow and the Prince?" He asked and she felt the breath from his words on her wet slit, sending a shiver through her abdomen.
"Of course it is," She snapped at him, "Keep going," Her fingers threaded through his hair, pushing him back down to her and he groaned in response before covering her with his mouth again.
He began to lap her up in earnest, flicking his tongue over her nub as she closed her eyes and settled back into the pillows, "It has to be perfect when I finally get my revenge. I've waited so long for this," She half moaned, keeping a grip on his hair and concentrating on the sensations, the thought of her payback on Snow helping to arouse her.
"I'm sure it will, Your Majesty," He murmured against her clit before sucking down on it, gripping her thighs tightly when she whimpered and squirmed under his mouth, "Everything you do is to perfection," He added and she almost told him to shut up. It was pathetic the way the Huntsman had become infatuated with her since she'd took his heart for her collection. It hadn't even taken much seduction the first night she'd had him taken to her bed chambers.
She'd stripped down fully naked in front of him and slinked towards him and he'd been hard before she even touched his cock. He never resisted, instead responded quite fervently when she'd pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. His body was glorious, all lean muscle and strength and the energy of a man who was a bit younger than her. It was a refreshing change after lackluster sex life with the King and her string of dalliances with some of her better looking guards.
But now she could tell he was enamored with her for some odd reason and it was irritating the life out of her. She was as mean as she could be to him most of the time, was selfish during sex, only caring about her own orgasm, hell she was even keeping him captive. Still, she saw it in his eyes when he watched her, heard the words he murmured when he fucked her. She usually allowed it because he had learned how to satisfy her quite well over time, but she'd have to put an end to him having his feelings involved soon.
"I have the apple, ahh," She gasped, hips squirming in his grip as she pulled at his hair when he flicked his tongue faster, "I have everything planned out to put her to sleep forever...but...I haven't decided what I want to do with her Prince once I'm done with him...enslave him? Or kill him?" She moaned and began curling her hips when Graham loosened his grip enough to let her add to the friction.
"You have me, you don't need another slave," Graham's eyes flicked up at her, keeping his mouth on her at his tongue worked harder on her bundle of nerves. There was a possessive tone to his voice at the idea of her taking the Prince as another slave and she almost pitied him. Here he was, not only content with being owned by her but becoming jealous at the mere mention of another man potentially taking his place.
"You do know what I like," She moaned and bit down on her bottom lip, grinding her dripping sex over his mouth and chin and nose, writhing now, "Fuck, I'm going to come, keeping going like that," She hissed before crying out when her orgasm exploded in her abdomen, causing her eyes to squeeze shut so tightly she saw light and her back to arch from the bed. Her hips jerked in his grip as he lapped at her with his tongue flattened and running over her entire sex, waves of pleasure rippling through her thighs and legs when her body finally relaxed against the bed once more.
"May I have you now, Your Majesty?" Graham was breathing heavily as he crawled back up over her body, hands pressing against the bed on each side of her. His expression practically begged her when she opened her heavy lidded eyes, glancing down between them to see his cock hard and ready for her. She moaned at the sight of his body, spread her legs wider underneath him.
"You may fuck me, Huntsman," She raised an eyebrow, watching him swallow hard and grip himself, rubbing the tip of his penis against her slick folds. Typically she would make him be on the bottom but tonight she was tired and lazy and just wanted to cum with as little effort as possible. The thought of the Prince in her dungeon occupied her mind as the Huntsman pushed his throbbing member inside of her. Her captive had swatted her hand away, had looked at her with disgust at her advancement.
"Mmm," The Huntsman, groaned near her ear as he began to kiss at her neck, keeping himself propped on his hands as he began to pump in and out of her slowly. It was just what she needed after the rejection from the insufferable Prince who loved her idiot step-daughter to the point of ignorance. Men practically drooled over her, would gladly hand over their souls to sleep with her. Yet he slapped her away like she was a leper. She grunted, pushing her hips up against his and wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, avoiding the thought of the arrogant bastard downstairs for now.
"I didn't say make love," Her tone was sharp as she ran her hands up to his shoulder blades and dug her nails into his skin, "I said fuck me."
Regina grit her teeth together as she watched her step daughter and her loyal little minions take out multiple guards on their heroic journey towards the dungeons where the Prince was held. The image came through to her in the mirror of her dressing table where she sat gripping the handle of her hairbrush tightly. Who did this stupid girl think she was? Interrupting her nightly routine with this pathetic attempt at rescuing the lovesick puppy in the dungeon.
She sighed, watching them get closer to the dungeons and knowing she had to relocate Charming before his love got to him. With a flick of her wrist she transported him from the cell in the dungeons to one of the guest rooms on her wing of the castle, adding locks over the door and window for good measure. Summoning a view of his room in her vanity mirror she almost laughed at the bewildered look on his face when he landed in the chair of the room and had no clue how he got there.
The image of Snow finding Charming's cell empty appeared in her handheld mirror, causing her to pick it up swiftly and chuckle at the look of heartbreak on her step daughter's face. An idea sparked excitement inside of her and she instantly put it to good use, causing the image of Snow in the dungeons to appear on the mirror in the Prince's room and a mirror to appear in his old dungeon cell. They both gasped and ran towards the mirrors when they noticed each other, pressing their hands to the glass as Snow repeated no no no.
"The Queen took me to her palace," The Prince said with a solemn expression as Snow searched the mirror for some way to him. Regina reveled in the desperate look on her step-daughter's cherub face.
"But I'm rescuing you..."
"..Snow..."
"Is this always going to be our life? Taking turns finding each other?"
"We'll be together, I know it. Have faith."
The look of absolute adoration and love they shared made Regina's stomach turn in disgust and jealousy. She shoved the longing for that down deep inside of her but the pesky emotion rose within her at the sight of the couple and she hated them even more for it. She'd had that once, she'd felt that kind of love before and knew how consuming it was. But it was taken from her and the idiot babbling in the mirror was the reason why.
Irritation rose within her, causing her to quickly lose her patience with herself for being so weak and soft to be moved by the image of an obnoxious couple. She channeled the anger towards them, putting on a good mask before connecting her mirror and the one in the dungeon, bringing her reflection face to face with Snow.
The expression on the young woman's face made her cackle, "I just had to stop you. I had no interest in cleaning tongue marks off my mirror."
"Let him go, your fight is with me."
"My thoughts exactly. Have you ever heard of a parlay? We break off all this messy fighting and have a little talk. Just you and me. Come unarmed."
The Princess had tears in her eyes as she swallowed hard, "Where?"
Regina felt a small thrill stir in her at the realization that she was about to get what she had been trying to for years, "Where it all began."
"What have you people done with Snow?" David hissed when a man unlocked his door and made his way in with a tray of food and pitcher of water. He was about as tall as himself, his shoulders not quite as wide as his own. If there weren't guards posted near his door, he would've considered trying to take the man down to get out. If only it would be that easy.
"The Queen has gone to meet with her," He spoke with an accent, setting the tray of food down on the table with a plop, "She owes you no explanation." Ah, so he was loyal to his Queen. David sighed, knowing this man probably would not be bought or persuaded to go against her, mentally scratching another idea to get out of this mess off of his list.
"She's terrorized Snow White since she was just a girl and now has torn us apart, I think I deserve a fucking explanation," David growled, closing the distance between he and the man.
"Your Snow White is responsible for ruining the Queen's life," He simply said, holding his hands behind his back and narrowing his gaze at David as they came face to face. He didn't seem intimidated, the fool would probably give his life for the ruler they spoke of.
"Ruining her life? How is that possible?" David grit out, not understanding what Snow could have possibly done to a woman who had it all, "The Evil Queen had everything. Money, power, a good husband, a step-daughter who looked up to her and still loves her to this day, for some fucked up reason."
The man's eyes changed for a moment, as if they held truths that David himself knew nothing about. "There's much more to the story you have yet to know. Maybe the Queen will tell you someday."
"She'd better," David clenched his fists in irritation, "Evil bitch."
"I'd watch your mouth," The man's hand gripped David's shirt before he knew it, jerking him closer, "I do not take kindly to disrespect of my Queen."
"And I don't take kindly being roughed up by servants," He bit back, giving the man before him a hard shove backwards, enough to make him let go of his shirt. His jaw set as he caught his footing and stared back at David but ultimately did not retaliate, looking as if he'd mentally outweighed the outcome. "What does the Queen have planned for me after she puts the sleeping curse on Snow?"
"She hasn't decided yet," The younger man glared at him then, his eyes turning darker at his question, "I would say a lot of that will depend on her mood, so I would not cross her if I were you."
Charming watched as the man stared at him for a moment before turning to go out, hearing the lock slide on the outside of his door after he'd shut it. He glanced at the food, grimacing at the soup and dry bread that almost seemed worse than going hungry. He had to try to get out of here and find Snow before the Queen put the sleeping curse on her. Did she plan to do it today? He had no clue. He unclenched his fist and fell in the chair at the table, shoving the offensive dinner away from him.
The man's warning repeated in his ears. The Queen had still not yet decided what his fate would be; he may have a chance of surviving. If he could appease her and keep himself useful to her then maybe she'd allow him to live long enough that he could escape and save his beloved. He had to find out what made the Queen tick, what she wanted that she didn't have. By his own observation of the situation it seemed as if she were jealous of Snow; how the people loved her, the loyalty of her followers, and that she'd found true love.
Could the Queen feel any emotions at all? Was it possible that she is lonely and longing for what Snow has? Or is she so truly evil that she is simply doing all of this for the sheer satisfaction of ripping Snow's world apart? He would make it his mission to find out, to try to read the Evil Queen better the next time he spoke with her. Judging from their interaction in the basement, she seemed to find him sexually attractive. Maybe that was something that could keep him alive? Or perhaps it was simply having him as bait for her games would work at his advantage. Whichever it was, he was not going to just sit helplessly in his situation.