A happy life.
[Sequel to Loose all morality. "Black Fairy's Curse AU"] Magic is not infallible, it's far from it, not even the one of a curse. Some people remember, and then, they forget. And remember again, in an unending cycle. Maybe that is this, the Hell. Neal/Henry & Dorothy/Ruby & Fiona/many people. Three-shot.
Take place between Looseallmorality and She would have wanted to scream (which will have a sequel too). Mention of incest, again (more or less), despair, manipulation, sex, all the themes presents in this series of texts, so if you don't like these one, don't read this. Mention of non-con too… and masochism, and a lemon, more or less graphic. (Yes, this fanfiction is glaucous too, you're warned.) Neal/Henry. Blue/Fiona. Tink/Blue. Dorothy/Ruby.
Part 1 : We are all asleep.
Very slowly, in Storybrooke, things were changing.
Or, no, it was the contrary, they weren't changing at all.
In fact, no, it was not entirely true.
Storybrooke' inhabitants may ignored it, but since a little time, their only hope to be free just disappeared.
Henry Mills gave up ; without any regret, as he finally understood how futile this fight was, and he chose with pleasure the easiest choice, after pain and despair broke him.
He didn't believe any more, his faith and his belief were dead, and he didn't care.
He was happy.
And it was not important for him that the other weren't.
Fiona was half-satisfied by what was happening. Yes, Henry gave up, gave in, to her and to his father, and that, it had been fantastic. And the fact is that she really liked it.
A new heat set alight her lower abdomen, as she thought again about this experience. Magic could really do fantastic things, and to see Henry's face under her, twisted by the pleasure, not even realizing what he was doing, had been almost enough to allow her to reach orgasm.
The thing is that, before going to Storybrooke, Fiona hadn't really have many sexual experiences, except with Malcolm, in fact. Living with children who all feared her, she stayed with her frustration all this time.
Once she undid herself genetically from Henry, she found herself being very interested by him, now that he was an adult, and not only in order to make him fall.
In fact, when Henry evoked Oedipus' story, a deep excitation woke up in her, and she did this strange proposal to him that he refused.
Too bad.
He wasn't ready at that time.
In fact, Fiona was really happy, because of the last events : but she was feeling that something was wrong. To change other elements took a lot of magic from her, too much, and she was feeling that things were escaping from her.
There was like holes in her curse, and some people would soon remember who they were, and then, horror would take them.
And strangely, Fiona wanted to see it.
By sadism and pleasure, as she knew that they would be powerless, and that it wouldn't last.
The Black Fairy desperately wanted to have fun, and her body was screaming to her to use her inhabitants, her subjects, in order to do this.
She made a moan of anticipation.
Frustration was still there, and to see these cursed people tear each other to pieces would be a true delight.
But, before it happened, she decided to go to see her best enemy, Blue, who was still locked up since eleven years, a thing that helped her to release this frustration when she wanted to.
She smiled.
Destroy and ruin Blue's life had been one of the best things she ever did since the beginning of her curse.
Oh, this and lead to death Emma Swan, torture Henry and make him fall.
That was quite good too.
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When Neal Cassidy woke up one morning, he felt a frozen shiver go all over his body, feeling that something was wrong. Something was not normal, he didn't know what, but there was something strange in this situation.
He didn't succeed immediately to understand what it was, his body was still clouded by the sleep, and he was feeling good, too good, in fact. For a time, his body tried to fight his spirit, and its try to make him sleep again failed.
Neal understood that he was in a bed, and his brain tried to make him hold onto a rational thought, a thing which was pretty difficult. He remembered that he died, he remembered his father's tears, and Emma'. He remembered his regrets, the fact that he was reconciled with Hook.
He remembered that he went in the Olympus, and… oh. What the hell… His body won the fight for a time, and his eyes closed, as a soft and incongruous heat was invading him, against which he didn't fight, letting himself give up this.
The curse was taking control on him again, and as he felt Henry's body against his, he stick himself more to him, a smile on his lips.
Looking at her mirror, the Black Fairy had a smile, as she saw it, as magic warned her of the places where the curse was weaker, for a time.
Almost disappointed that it didn't go further, and as she made her mirror look normal again, she continued what she began before. Her hand passed almost softly along the body of the former Blue Fairy, naked, who shivered (from fear or pleasure ?) and who was looking at her with greedy eyes.
"So, the mayor purred, where were we ?" She said, before she took her off in a passionate kiss, as this one was entirely submitted to her desire, not even thinking about questioning it.
Fiona moaned. Oh, how much she loved magic !
And she so wanted the fairy to wake up !
§§§§
Completely satisfied, the fairy left in order to walk into the town, as the other fairy stayed in her cellar, lying on her bed.
She was there, locked up, with no desire to go out, knowing that she was a criminal, someone monstrous. She deserved her fate, Blue knew it, and she was telling herself that she was lucky that the mayor was so kind and soft with her.
She didn't how much her spirit was manipulated by magic, and she almost enjoyed it, thinking she was at her place, loving it.
Blue was now on her bed, naked and covered with fluids, and with hickeys, also, still feeling excited, wanting more, always more. Wanting just one thing, that the mayor came back to her, and hurt her, and it would make her feel good, so, so good.
After, she was supposed to be punished for her crimes, and the mayor's punished were so delightful. Something had been damaged in her spirit, being transformed in a sort of masochism, and she found herself being good that way.
She didn't see how much she could be seen as pathetic.
Fiona needed time before she did this, as she passed the first years to torture the fairy, thinking that she was responsible for her fate, and her misery. It had been enough, for a time, and to see fear and terror in her enemy's eyes had been really joyous, almost as good as making love with her.
Something changed, one day, as she was torturing her with pleasure, without magic, doing this by herself, never stopping to try to hurt and butcher the body of the sublime fairy.
Her nails cut the flesh with joy, under Blue's cries, which also tore the prisoner's clothes apart, which were already in shreds. This last one was then entirely naked, and, modestly, she tried to cover herself.
Maybe that she understood something as she saw her torturer's look change.
The fairy's frustration exploded, and, not even understanding what she was doing, she threw herself on the blue fairy, and stole her a kiss, to which Blue tried to escape. Fiona didn't understand why she was doing this, but, as she saw the other woman struggle to free herself, she continued, feeling a great excitement growing in her.
She would have Blue, no matter what she would have to do for that.
Fiona raped her, of course, because she was a monster with no moral, and she liked that, to see her enemy twist with pain under her, with no possibility to escape.
Instead of calming herself, she slid Blue's hand between her tights, without letting the other woman accept this, and she forced her to make a movement of back and forth, twisted with pleasure, while the other one was crying with pain.
It could have been enough for her, but she was feeling that Blue's punishment wouldn't be enough, she had to suffer, to be humiliated, to become nothing, but without realizing it. She wanted her to be hers, to obey to her without thinking about it, to become her slave, and it had to be her own decision.
That she would sell herself, give herself to her.
That she does as Henry, in fact.
That she looses all morality.
Walking, she remembered the first time that she initiated this toxic and poisoned relationships, years (in a way) before.
Flash-back, three years before Henry gave up :
Mother Superior Blue was in a bad situation. Fear was taking control in her, she was completely desperate and lost, and she knew it even before the mayor entered in the room.
Immediately, the former nun (how could she consider herself as being one of them, after what she did !) tensed up, and looked down. The mayor, still impeccably dressed, as always, entered then, and sat down in front of her, with an air of sympathy on the face.
They weren't at the post, but in the home office, as the mayor preferred this, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, and Blue just felt embarrassed by this attention.
Her spirit was very blurred, she didn't really remember what she did, but she knew that it was wrong, she knew that she deserved to be punished for this. This idea, the fact that she was a culprit, and that she had to be chastised for what she did was obsessing her at that moment.
Fiona sighed slightly.
"Oh Blue, Blue… she did with sadness. What have you done ?
Blue stayed silent, lost and disorientated ; if Fiona herself didn't know it, how could she tell it ?
The nun's look came on her, stayed on her, completely petrified, as she was trying to call for help, trying to hold on her.
She was drowning, it was easily to see it, and she was able to breathe more easily just when Fiona' hand took hers, and she shivered. The mayor smiled to her, almost with tenderness, caressing her hand in a soft way.
"Everything will be alright Blue, okay ?"
Internally she was jubilating.
And Blue believed her.
§§§§
She asked for being locked up, whereas the mayor was against it. Blue refused to stay free, because she didn't deserve it, she did something wrong.
She couldn't be free, never.
The truth was that she didn't want to go out.
The fairy didn't know what was happening to her, her spirit was more and more twisted, and she was feeling that she must be locked up, with no hope to leave.
With no desire to go.
Being at the mercy of the mayor.
It was how things should be.
Yes, she persuaded herself more and more.
The mayor would be her guardian, the one who would stop her from doing evil things again, and she trusted her so much that she could have given her everything. Even her freedom.
A liberty that wasn't hers any more, that she didn't deserve.
Why, she didn't know.
But she knew that it was true.
As days passed, the mayor came more and more to see her, trying to comfort her, to give her news.
A strange sentiment of relief took her when she understood that she would stay there forever, with only the presence of the mayor with her, during little times.
It was good.
It was the best thing that could be done.
The mayor was there for her, treating her normally, as if she wasn't a criminal, as if she didn't need to be punished.
As if they were friends.
As if all of this was normal.
As the mayor came more often, the fairy began to notice some details : the beauty of her hairs, the magnificent of her outfits, or even other insignificant things, as her perfume.
She should have asked herself why they let the mayor with a criminal like her, but she thought that it was done to help her.
Because yes, the former nun desperately needed her, needed her presence.
Blue was slowly but completely becoming dependant to Fiona, as magic was working well on her, blurring her perceptions, without her noticing it. She felt herself more and more attracted to her, desiring her as she never desired anyone before her.
Ready to do everything, even accept all the things that the Black Fairy would ask her to do.
The other one knew it, and was taking advantage of her weakness. It was so amusing to see this fairy, who used to be so pride, so arrogant and sure of herself, to be lost because of her love, and trembling with desire for her.
And the thing is that, she must admit that the situation excited her too.
Fiona was the one who initiated the first contact, by "accident", her hand was on one of the fairy's shoulders, and it made her shiver. Smiling, seeing how much her prey and victim was conditioned, without waiting, she slapped her.
For nothing, just like that, by pure sadism and pleasure, to make her pay what she did to her.
The other one received the slap without moving, but her eyes began to shine, and her body trembled then.
Humiliated, and humble, she looked down, waiting for the next hit, trying to hide her excitation. Finally, she was receiving what she deserved, and her spirit twisted by Fiona' manipulations was asking for more.
Fiona was thrilled, feeling all this power on the one who banished her in the past, taking finally her revenge, in a delightful way. She detached the prisoner's hairs, that were still perfectly coiffed, and couldn't stop herself from pulling them a little, again so she would make her suffer, taking from her a moan both full of pain and excitement.
"Tell me, deary, Fiona said, trying to talk and contain her excitation on the same time, what if we continued that way ?"
It was more an order than a question, and the fairy nodded.
When she finally felt the mayor's lips on her own, Blue made a moan, as Fiona' sharp nails were running along her back, scratching her until she bled.
Not being able to contain herself any more, Fiona finally flattened her on the bed, dominating her entirely, with a perverse smile on her lips. Without waiting, she destroyed the fairy's clothes, who said nothing about it, as she felt the fairy's tongue against hers, and that she was loosing herself more and more, under the effect of Fiona' seduction and magic.
Her spirit and her desire to fight were sucked by this, and if she ever wanted to fight, she stopped at that precise moment, as Fiona kissed, licked, or bite her body, hurting her, as much as she could, which made the prisoner's excitation even greater.
There, she understood that it was precisely what she wanted, and this, since the beginning of this story, since she committed her crime, and that she did this so the mayor would remark her.
Yes, her cursed brain was telling her, it was the reason why she was there, to be in Fiona' arms, so she would torture her in a delicious way, her who didn't deserve it.
She didn't see how much her fate what horrible, the only thing she was feeling, was the pleasure that Fiona was giving to her.
When Fiona' soft and hot hand lost itself in her tights, she completely stopped to fight, as the curse was doing its effects on her and as pleasure was invading her.
During that, Fiona was smiled, having fun seeing her loose herself in pleasure, seeing the dilated eyes of the fairy, her hairs in disorder, as she was imploring her with her look.
It was perfect.
All of this was absolutely perfect.
§§§§
Blue gémissait à en perdre haleine, n'en pouvant plus, n'attendant que la délivrance, gracieusement accordée par Fiona, et qu'elle accueillit avec joie. Son corps se tordit sous les spasmes du plaisir, et elle s'écroula, haletante, perdue et vaincue.
L'autre fée continuait de la caresser, s'amusant à jouer avec son corps, déjà habitué à elle, qui redemandait ses caresses, encore et encore, ne pouvant plus se passer d'elle.
Lui appartenant.
Une fois qu'elle eut récupéré, Blue posa sur le corps encore non dénudé de la maire un regard rempli d'avidité. Cette dernière se déshabilla d'un geste, sans que Blue, encore émerveillée, ne se rende compte qu'elle avait utilisé la magie.
L'air rempli d'extase de la fée bleue la ravissait, son air d'adoration faisait plaisir à voir, et Fiona sentit une forte excitation l'envahir alors. L'ancienne religieuse était toujours en feu, et ce brasier ne pouvait être apaisé qu'au contact de la Black Fairy.
Fiona se dit qu'elle allait aimer cela, avoir le contrôle sur une personne de manière complète et entière, sans discussion de la part de l'autre. Quelle douce vengeance c'était !
Debout, fière et hautaine, Fiona eut un rictus que Blue ne remarqua pas.
« Hé bien ? Fit-elle. Qu'est-ce que tu attends ? »
Blue comprit aussitôt ce que sa gardienne lui demandait, et elle savait qu'elle devrait le faire aussitôt. Elle se leva du lit, encore chancelante, et se dirigea vers elle.
Le sourire de Fiona devint encore plus éclatant, en voyant la poupée qu'était devenu la puissante Reul Gorn entre ses doigts.
Mais elle ne put résister à l'envie de lui donner un dernier ordre.
« Allez, lança-t-elle avec autorité à la fée. À genoux ! »
Sa victime obéit sans rien dire, même quand la maire colla sa tête entre ses cuisses, le faisant même avec plaisir.
Après tout, elle aussi avait bien besoin de calmer le feu entre ses cuisses…
Fin du Flash-back.
Cette nuit avait été délicieuse, et depuis, Blue obéissait au doigt et à l'œil à la Black Fairy, exécutant ses ordres avec plaisir, se sachant coupable, et ayant conscience qu'elle ne méritait rien de plus, et que la maire était miséricordieuse avec elle.
C'était pour cela par ailleurs que Fiona avait hâte que son ennemie se réveille.
Juste pour qu'elle se rende compte de l'horreur dans laquelle elle se trouvait, et s'était jetée.
Qu'elle soit détruite par cette pensée, et ce pour toujours.
Ou bien… peut-être aimerait-elle cela ?
A suivre…