A/N: Alright everyone, I will be updating/re-editing this story. This is my favorite fic, so I am fixing it up.

It was a cold sunny day in the Enchanted Forrest. A perfect day to be out and about. The Evil Queen was in need of something…a desire that needed to be taken care of. As she rode in her carriage, taking in the beauty of the sky, which she inwardly hated, she thought to herself of what companion she was in the mood for. A man or a woman? The queen was feeling extra impulsive and daring today, so she thought she might be interested in a woman to try on for size. She normally would join her dear friend Maleficent if she was in the mood for a woman, but she thought today would be different. She knew Maleficent too well and it bored the Evil Queen, she wanted someone different.

It wasn't until she spotted a long haired blonde woman in a men's suit, starting at herself in the mirror. The queen grinned and told her driver to stop the carriage. This was going to be interesting. The queen thought. As the carriage stopped, she stepped out, as regal as ever. She picked up her black and maroon dress that showed a great amount of cleavage. Her lips a dark burgundy with her signature black hat. As she stalked towards the blonde, she quickly turned around in awe of who stood before her.

"You're Majesty!" the blonde quaked, as she bowed. The queen grinned widely yet wolfishly. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

The queen eyed the woman head to toe. "A chance to join me at my castle, dear. How does that sound?"

The blonde's blue eye widened. Widened with fear and excitement. She knew what the queen was insinuating, but wasn't sure if she was the right one to pleasure her. She wasn't a virgin to say the least, but she was the one to normally take charge in the bedroom and she knew that the regal queen wouldn't let that happen. When the blonde took too long to answer, the queen waved her hand in front of the blonde's face. "I believe I asked you a question and I don't like to be kept waiting. If you're uninterested, then I will find another that IS interested in taking time out of their day to pleasure their queen."

"I do…" the blonde spat out in urgency. "Just…let me change." She had to admit, the queen was extremely attractive. The way her breast begged to be touched from the way her corset dress was pushing them. Her full lips that hid a bright beautiful smile. She may have been an Evil Queen, but the blonde could see right through that façade. She knew there was something deeper to the brunette.

"Oh, no dear, keep them. If you can't afford them I will pay for them." When the gentleman that was in charge of the clothing store came out from behind the curtain, he shook in his boots to see the queen standing before him. "She'll take this suit. How much?"

"I-it's yours, your Majesty! On the house!" the older man stuttered. The blonde looked questionably at the man as to why he would do such a thing. She was the Evil Queen, but still. The younger woman respected her more than feared the Evil Queen. Her thoughts were silenced as the queen grabbed the younger woman's hand and stalked her into her carriage.

Once the carriage took off, the queen stared at the blonde with a hunger in her eyes. "My name is Emma, your Majesty. Emma Swan." the blonde stated as her hands caressed the black leather seats, starring into the brunettes black eyes.

"I care not of your name, dear. This is a one time ordeal." the queen stated coldly. "You should know that."

"I know your Highness, but I just…wanted you to know. And I feel better if you knew my name and who's name you would be screaming." Emma's face went from shy to cocky. Emma knew she was good in bed.

"I do not scream Miss. Swan. Do not be so cocky. It's quiet unfitting on you." the brunette responded in a scoff.

"We shall see, your Majesty." Emma raised an eyebrow with a smirk. The queen was just about to give a witty response, but the carriage had stopped.

When they got out, Emma stared in awe of the massive castle. She had only seen it far away from her home. She didn't have parents, she grew up alone in the Enchanted Forrest. Growing up, she was raised by a lake that had many, many swans. An older woman took her in until she died when Emma was around twelve. Emma resided at the residence for the rest of her life. It was home. Even though it wasn't much, just a small cottage with a decent amount of animals and a huge garden tend to. Emma was a simple woman. So when she entered the castle that she had stared at for her whole life, she was taken aback. It was dark, gothic, and elegant. Guards were everywhere and maids cleaning all over the castle. Cleaning the windows, the floors, dusting; Emma couldn't believe this was happening. All she was doing was buying a suit for herself, to feel like she was going somewhere important. Like she was important.

Once they reached the Queens bedroom, Emma began to shake a little. She was nervous. The queen has personally chose her to pleasure her. The brunette noticed her demeanor immediately. A nervous slave will not do. She walked over to her fireplace and poured the blonde a glass of red wine. "Here my darling. This will calm your nerves." the brunette placed the glass into the blondes hands, wrapping her hands around the younger woman's, just to make sure she had a proper grip on it so it wouldn't fall. Emma gave the queen a grateful smile as she brought the wine up to her lips, drinking it slowly. The wine was strong and bitter, but Emma liked it. Regina smirked, looking at the blonde's enjoyment of her wine. She was a very attractive woman to say the least. The very least. Her eyes were so beautiful. The way her hair cascaded around the suit only brought out the color more. "Better?"

"Much. Thank you." Emma placed handed the glass back to the queen and she placed it back onto her inn table by her fireplace. Emma shoved her hands into the tan wool suit. "So…what do you want me to do?"

"Hmm…take off your pants. Leave on the rest of your outfit, including your shoes. NOW!" The queen demanded as the blonde quickly and clumsily took off her pants and thin underwear. The queen watched the younger woman intently before she whisked her a matching hat that went with the suit, placing it onto her head. "Perfect. Now, go to that Chester drawer and open it. Put it on and come back to me." Emma stood there, almost frozen in somewhat fear. "GO!" the queen demanded before Emma ran over to the drawer as the brunette turned to unhook her train, leaving her in a crotch-less leather pants and her corset; then taking her hat off, placing it on her dresser. She admired herself in the mirror before she heard a quiet gasp escape from the other end of the room. She looked into the mirror where the blonde woman was to see her staring into the box. The brunette chuckled quietly as the blonde picked it up and walked back over to her Majesty. "Now. Put it on and sit down." Emma struggled putting on this contraption that resembled a penis and had belt straps. She had seen one of these before but never used it, she didn't even know what it was, but she had an idea. Once the device was on, she sat down. The queen stalked over to the blonde as if she were a wild animal and Emma was her prey, ready to be attacked. Granted, she was staring at the queen the same way. "Now, that's a sight." the queen smirked. The brunette grabbed the blondes face and looked into the younger woman's eyes. "You're very attractive Miss. Swan."

"I know." Emma retorted. Regina raised an eyebrow.

"If you're so sure in your looks, how sure are you in your performances?"

"I told you I would make you scream and you don't. But you've never been with me. No one knows how to worship a queen like I do."

"You've been with a queen before?" the brunette glared with interest.

"No, but I know how to worship a woman's body and make her feel as if she is one. And make them come until they can't anymore. And I don't even need this." Emma grabbed the toy, making direct, intense eye contact with the queen. She had to admit, she did sound cocky as hell, but she was telling the truth. Emma was no trollip, but she had been in multiple relationships with women.

"We shall see Miss. Swan. I will be the judge of that." the brunette let go of her face and slowly eased herself onto the toy. Her own wetness was enough to lubricate the sex toy. She moaned in pleasure. Emma watched the queen on her, her mouth falling into a perfect O shape. The queen was exquisite. The sounds the woman made were unbelievably sexy. She had never heard someone sound so attractive. Emma let a moan escape her lips as she watched the woman lift and lower herself, up and down, faster and faster. Emma was about to fall out of the chair until she placed her hands on the brunette's hips. She met the queen with a rhythm, pushing upwards as Regina came down, making the older woman bounce. Normally, the Evil Queen would have refused such actions as touching, but the younger woman felt too good for her to oppose. "Mmm, fuck." the queen moaned, tossing her head back as she continued to bob up and down at an ungodly rate. Emma was incredibly wet, wetter than she had ever been. She thought she might cum with the queen, but the blonde tightened her grip on the woman's ass, squeezing it, wanting to scratch and slap it, but knew she would have been out of line and might cost her, her life. She pulled her downward roughly, noticing the woman's moans getting louder and louder with each thrust. Before long, the queen was coming undone. "OH FUCK YES! Em-MA!" she screamed as she grabbed the blondes hair, pulling it hard, burying her head in the crook of her neck, biting into the blondes flesh. So hard so almost drew blood, the skin was a beautiful shade of purple. Emma hissed in pain, but grinned at the fact she got the queen to scream and scream her name at that.

After the brunette came down from her orgasm, she lifted herself off the woman, sitting on the chair across from the blonde. Emma held a smug look on her face, sweat dripping down her face. She needed to get out of these clothes. "You exquisite little vamp." the queen breathed. "Where did you learn to do that?" Emma frowned at the name. She was no vamp.

"No where. I guess I just know what I'm doing." the blonde breathed out, trying to catch her breath. "I told you I could get you to scream my name."

"Yes. It is a first. But don't get too cocky, dear. It's only round one. You have much more pleasing to do."

"I bet I will have your voice by the end of the night."

The queen raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, dear? You're that confident?" Regina averted her eyes to Emma's core, noticing the glistening wetness on the chair. "My, my, Miss. Swan, you're positively drenched!" she snickered. Emma blushed furiously. "No need to be embarrassed, dear. I'm rather impressed that I've made you that wet." She smirked, standing up, tipping her head to where their eyes met. "Come." Emma took the queen's hand as she led the blonde to the bed, forcing her to lay on the bed. The queen bounded the woman to the bed using magic, also making the sex toy disappear. The blonde was spread eagle on the bed. The queen laughed evilly. Emma tried to calm her breathing, but she was failing miserably. Oh, this is going to be fun. With a wave of her hand, the blonde was out of her suit. She lay there naked on the bed as the queen admired the younger woman's toned body. She was fit and thin…too thin. This worried the queen, but pushed it to the back of her mind. The queen crawled onto the bed, sitting on the blondes stomach, the brunette's hot core on her. Both women let out a small moan as their skin met. "Let's see how much torture you can take before you need to come for me." Emma's eyes widened. "No need to fear, dear! This torture is pleasurable. There are some people I want to torture in pain, but you aren't one of those few people."

"Why?"

"Don't question me." the queen responded firmly. In her mind it was because she was incredibly thin and something in her hardest of hearts felt sorry for her. There was something inside her that wanted to know more. "Because I don't want to." she retorted gently. "Now, shut up and let me pleasure you." she began to grin on her stomach. Emma closed her eyes, biting her lip. "You should feel honored. I never do this." Emma wanted to ask why once more, but her question was pushed aside as she felt the queen's wetness on her stomach. She made her wet…I did that. She was proud of herself. Even though she knew the queen had been with multiple people, but something inside her told her that she never really got this wet for anyone, and believed her when she said she never did this, which she was assuming the queen never returned their pleasure. She was grateful.

The queen slid down the blonde's body, nipping and sucking every inch of skin, claiming the woman. She was completely honest, she had never, ever returned the pleasure of her lovers. They were strictly sex slaves for a few hours. She would never allow them release, and if they did, she would imprison them for a day for violating her. They weren't allowed to come without her permission. Most of her lovers were men, so she got much joy when they whined in agony as she rode them, knowing the consequences. Even with Maleficent, she would have to beg her for permission. Depending on the day, she would let her without asking. She made her way to the blonde's wet labia, licking it lightly, nipping it lightly. "Oh my God! Fuck!" Emma moaned. This was indeed torture. She knew it wouldn't take much for her to come. "Please!"

"Please what, dear?" the queen asked huskily.

"Fuck me!"

"Patience, patience my darling." The queen cooed, continuing to slide her tongue through the blondes wet folds. Emma rolled her hips forward, wanting, needing more pressure. The queen slapped the blondes side, making Emma yelp. "Did I say you could move?"

"No…" she received another slap.

"No what?"

"No, your Majesty!" The queen rewarded her by dipping her tongue inside her, but only for a moment. "Oh please! I…I need…oh…fuck!" Emma moaned.

"What? What do you need?" The brunette smirked.

"I need to come! Please let me!" Emma was seriously about to until the queen stopped completely. Emma whined at the withdrawal. Regina was impressed that she actually asked. She had never seen this woman before, which made it more impressive.

"Why should I let you?" The queen hovered over the blonde, her hands scratching down her body. Emma moaned, arching her back.

"Because…I…um…"she stammered.

"Tell me, dear and you shall have it. Give me a good reason I shall let you come."

"Because you make me incredibly wet, I need you. I need you to fuck me! I never beg, for anything, please." Emma squirmed, breathing heavily, unable to wrap her head around her confession. Regina slipped a single digit inside her, the queen's eyes widened at how wet she was. "Oh, God…yes…"

"You need me do you?" the brunette questioned, blown away by her answer. No one had ever told her that before…not since…no.

"Yes! Yes! I need my queen inside me!"

The queen took out her finger then plunged three inside of her. Emma screamed at the invasion, but loved it. No one had ever made her this wet before. The brunette smiled wickedly as she pumped faster and faster, making the blonde convulse beneath her. Sure enough, Emma came hard, bucking her hips into the queens skilled fingers. Screaming in pleasure and pain as the queen bit the other side of her neck, sending chills down her spine. "OH FUCK! YES! YES! GINA! YES!" The queen glared down at the blonde, but not stopping her ministrations. No one had said her name before. Ever. She should be angry that her lover had been so informal with her, but she felt the exact opposite. There was a pull with this woman that was unlike any other lover, which almost terrified her. When Emma came down from her orgasm, she passed out. The queen whisked the cuffs were away as the queen lay next to her, staring at the blonde. In anger? Fear? Awe? She couldn't figure it out. However, she did have to agree that she was a good fuck. She wanted to see her again…she wanted more of this woman. This…Emma Swan.