AN: I received such lovely reviews for Virginal Ties that I decided to continue it. Thank each and every one of you for welcoming me to OUAT Fandom with open arms. Going to be a while before some sexy times so just sit back and enjoy.

Warning: Suggested Torture

Setting: FTL two months later after Virginal Ties.

Chapter 1

Crackling flames flickered from wooden torches aligning the frigid castle walls, their warm glow illuminated the cool inky marble floor making it seem alive and their flames danced mischievously over thick onyx armoring, they gave the room a slightly relaxing atmosphere. But at the moment, relaxation was far from anyone's mind for covering the entire courtroom was the entire legendary Dark Queen's army. Still as statues, the monstrous knights stood in perfectly formed lines as they waited patiently for their routine inspection to conclude whilst in front, pacing like a rabid beast, their rugged caption made a show of spouting out orders through gritted teeth at them and gently pointing out tiny flaws to his Queens-well mainly to the Dark Queen but he did glance over to the younger one once or twice though everyone knew she was not the war type.

Perched high upon an intricately carved gilded throne, the young Swan Queen watched onward with an expression on her face that showed nothing but polite boredom. Her sea-green eyes were unblinking but unseeing. Her restless mind elsewhere and those delicate ears turned down to near deafness. The golden fabric of a light causal evening gown covered every inch of the creamy skin underneath as was appropriate for the 'beloved' wife of the Dark Queen.

Graceful, regal, and beautiful she had the appearance of the fowl she was named after. Ever the Golden Swan.

Below her, midway upon the wide concrete steps ascending the thrones, the Dark Queen stands in all her hauntingly beautiful glory with all the posture and status of a Greek Goddess. Her hair, black as a raven's feather, was specifically woven to carry the large silver crown now glittering in the warm fiery light. Her shapely body, covered in the confines of a flowing amethyst and black gown. She was a dark presence, a force of unholy nature. Their Dark Queen.

Countless eyes followed her every move and multiple pairs of ears soak in every word that falls from her crimson lips. They all listened and learned like the obedient pups they truly were.

All except for one that is.

In the very back of the line, darkened lust clouded orbs rake over the young taut feminine form and cracked greyish lips break out into a lopsided grin. Oh, what he would not give to have at least a half a candle mark alone with the little swan. He would show her pleasure only a man could provide. Images of himself on top of the fair queen thrusting into the moist heat betwixt those two creamy thighs came to mind causing the flaccid manhood confined within layers of clothing to harden. A slimy tongue slipped out licking away excess drool and feet shifted restlessly. Lost in a lustful haze, he shifted like a restless nag and his greedy calloused hands reached down to subtly grasp at his thickening person.

Unbeknownst to him, though, his brazen display does not go unnoticed.

Nobles and maids alike share uneasy glances. Their gazes swept back and forth from the young fool to the ever-regal presence of the Dark Queen, waiting with bated breaths for the inevitable. And finally, their fears come true when irises black as pitch happened to side glance around the room and took notice. With a steady slowness, Regina followed everyone's line of sight from the smitten face of a young knight to the occupied thrown above her. Painted eyelids widened upon realization only to narrow into slits. The temperature plummeted as did their hearts.

She knows.

Flames of rage blazed within blown pupils and the Dark Queen's glittering crowned head rotated in slow motion back to the man before her. The gaze is enough to strip flesh from bone. "And farther more your-Rose." A voice smooth as finely shaved chocolate breaks through the caption's rambling, silencing not only him but the entire courtroom in an instant. In a shadowed corner, a young red-headed servant's ears perked and like a faithful canine, dainty feet rush an eager body to her master's call. "My wife seems to be a bit fatigued, escort her to the sleeping chambers at once."

"Of..of course, my lord." Inclining in a slight nod, the girl curtsied.

Emma's young features twisted into confusion but pale pink lips dared not open in protest instead the young queen rose with a certain grace that could only come from careful breeding and rigorous training. With Rose by her side, the pair made their exit. The ancient oak doors slip shut with a solid click, the sound eerily sharp against alert ears and weary souls.

Now there was nothing left to protect them. Nothing left to buffer the danger. Nothing left to ease her anger. They were alone.

A long drawn out moment of pure silence and a deep breath was pulled through flared nostrils. Suddenly sure steady hands and arms shoot forward together, with purple sparks crackling from fingertips, they dramatically spread far apart.

And as if they were yanked by invisible ropes, knights went soaring through the air hitting opposite sides of the stone walls with sickening thumps. Groans of agony and gasps of surprise echo throughout the room. Had their Queen finally gone mad? Some stayed still on their backs, in a primal display of submission whilst the other braver ones made the foolish attempt to move towards her only to find disobedient limps.

She glided down the final five steps, the dark fabric of her royal gown billowing behind her like a hypnotic nocturnal river. The steel colored sandals upon her dainty feet made soft thumping noises as they draw nearer to the quivering lone form standing in the centre. His mocha eyes wide with animistic fear, they could only watch as the predator come closer and closer. When she reached the final distance betwixt them she slowly began to circle him. Her two dark abysses scanned over every inch of muscle and bone until finally, she came to a halt behind him.

"Kneel." The sudden sound of her voice startled the young knight so much that he almost lost his balance, luckily it was regained quickly.

Shakily knees bent and a shuttering body lowered. He was not one to believe in anything so easily but now with terror pulsating through his veins, curling an already fluttering stomach and slamming into the leaping organ deep within his chest, he found himself praying to whatever deity above that they would spare his lonely life.

Unfortunately, the Gods and Goddesses were not in his favor. No, his pitiful woven rope of fate now lay within the hands of the Dark Queen now. A small hand came down and clamped down on the back of a thick sweat-drenched neck. "Tell me, boy." She whispered in his ear, her voice smooth like honey yet cold as ice sent a chill down his back. "Do you know what happens when a stallion of low breeding becomes a little too unruly with one of my prize mares?"

His mouth opened and closed a few times then finally slipped shut when an answer refused to form upon a thickening tongue. When met with silence full Regina's red lips twisted into a wicked snarl. The little naïve lamb has walked right into the jaws of the wolf.

Slowly a dagger rose within the young knight's field of vision. Its blade curved and twisted was formed into that of a dragon's tail and glinted in the firelight as if it was winking at him mischievously. The obsidian handle, carefully carved into the head of the snarling beast, was clutched in the strangled hold within the tan feminine fingers of the Dark Queen and seemed to be anxious for the taste of freshly spilled blood.

It didn't take but a moment for the world to halt on its axis as horrifying realization dawned within the young knight's dull mind. "No!" He screamed and tried to scramble away only to be flung backward onto his back.

"You see, men. I think-" Regina glanced around the room at her army to make sure she had their complete attention."Young stallions with too much spirit." Another wave of magic tingled in the air and the thick britches that covered his lower half disappeared, exposing his shame for all to see. The Dark Queen chuckled in amusement at his pathetic manhood. "Should be gelded."

Throughout the castle, screams were heard their sounds sending shivers down spines and goose pimples across flesh. Some of the younger occupants jumped in fright with all the alertness of a herd of startled deer whilst the other more seasoned ones simply lowered their heads, silently praying to Hades that the poor soul's death would be swift.

TBC

I know, I know, short but smh first chapters normally are. Anyways, How do you like my Regina? I thought I would make her evil mainly because she's the Evil Queen so I doubt she would be all sunshine and roses. Emma, I'm sad to say will be a typical lonely housewife for a little while at least but I wanted this to be more realistic. Please do not be shy, leave me a review and tell me what you think.- Next Chapter will be more of Emma