A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it's gotten so lengthy I've made it into a smut-filled 3 shot. I hope no one minds. ;)
This was done as a collab with swanqueentfln on Tumblr. There are lines from the TFLN pictures (they'll be posted on Tumblr, one per chapter) in this fic so have fun trying to spot them and just enjoy Dark Swan/Evil Queen smut in general.
A bean. Of course that was how she found herself in the Enchanted Forest. Again. She hated the Enchanted Forest. It wasn't where she was comfortable and it was all nature. The food was terrible, probably because it was all hunted and killed and chicken was apparently the last thing anyone there wanted to sacrifice and put on their plates.
It didn't matter how much she loathed the place. She was the one that brought herself there so she was the only one to blame, especially since she'd traveled by herself and there was physically no one else around her she could blame. But she'd brought something with her that she could get angry at and lash out. The bean. Or one of them, at least. The magical bean that created the portal was burned out somewhere in Storybrooke where it had been used, originally in an attempt for King Arthur and his men to get back to Camelot. No, the bean that was present and accounted for and completely at fault for her predicament was her bean.
The last thing she'd done in Storybrooke was yell at Regina how much she would have preferred to see and talk with the Evil Queen.
"You've gone soft," she'd told the brunette. "You may not be seeing things clearly, but I sure as hell am."
She'd stalked off and left Regina standing shell-shocked behind her. Then she'd stumbled upon the sky ripping open with a swirling portal. King Arthur commanded his men to move forward and go home, but amped up from her argument with Regina and distrusting of the man in charge of the gathered group, she wouldn't let them leave without a fight.
As she got a few punches and magical blasts in, her mind failed to focus on anything but Regina. Regina with dark and determined eyes. Regina with a thick, deep, and sensually low voice. Regina in tight bodices with long hair and a craving for crushing hearts. Her clit throbbed with need; need to see the Evil Queen.
One of Arthur's men had caught her off guard and lunged at her. She'd backed away and attempted to step off to the side, but the wind had picked up as the portal thundered and sucked in whatever was in its path. At that moment, Emma had been the only thing in its path. She was then swept away in an instant and as far as she could tell the portal had closed behind her. No one had been dragged into it with or after her and after a rough and jerky tumble, she landed in the middle of the woods.
Damn her clit. And damn her mind for flooding all her senses with desirable but unhelpful memories from her previous time travel.
At first, Emma had no idea when she was. She recognized the stretch of woods she had the displeasure of landing in, but no one else was there so she was alone in the woods with no indication of what time she might have been in. She understood portals worked by thought. Find a way to create a portal and all a person had to do was think of where they wanted to go. That was why she had reason to believe she wasn't in the Enchanted Forest of the present. Because the Evil Queen didn't exist there. When she walked a short distance and found her way to the outskirts of a familiar castle while the sun began to set, she soon received confirmation she'd not only transcended realms for the hundredth time, but for the second time in under two years she had also taken a trip into the past.
And her confirmation of that came in the shapely, olive skinned form of pronounced cleavage, hypnotizing brown eyes, and plump red lips with an unmistakable and sexy scar above them.
Inside the palace, everything was the same as it had been when she'd traveled back in time with Hook and there had been a ball to sneak into and an assassination plot against Snow White to thwart. As she stood in the middle of the first floor in front of the stairs, alone except for the guards on either side of her, there was no plan or adventure or guise. Plain and simple, she'd walked right up to the castle perimeter and purposely allowed the men to capture her. As soon as the Queen stood before her, Emma yanked herself out of the guards' grasp and slipped forward into Regina's personal space.
Brown eyes immediately sized her up and red lips curled into an amused grin.
"Your Majesty," Emma greeted in a husky voice and dipped her head as a sign of respect. It was as close to a bow as the brunette would ever get from the Dark One.
"Is there a reason you're here," Regina asked and kept a hand protectively over her stomach for as long as Emma remained less than a step away from closing what little space remained between them.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Emma answered, but didn't have a chance to say more than that before a guard interrupted.
"She walked up to the palace with clear intention to push right past us," the guard said.
Emma kept her eyes down but flared her nostrils in anger. She clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides and when she looked up, she was almost positive her eyes flashed from green to gold as she stared ahead at the wall from over Regina's shoulder.
"Majesty, she moved with familiarity yet neither of us recognizes—"
"Do not speak for her," Regina loudly commanded and promptly silenced the man with her magic.
Emma eyes flicked up and focused on the fire in Regina's eyes as the brunette glared at her guard. She smirked and never once took her eyes off the Queen as the other woman closed the final gap between them and spoke to the silenced guard over Emma's shoulder. She felt Regina's hot breath against her ear and the side of her neck and it sent shivers down her spine. Beneath her black leather outfit, her skin prickled with goosebumps and her body internally thrummed and vibrated with twisted delight.
"Speak only of what you know and not what you presume," Regina advised both guards, but kept most of her attention on the one who'd interrupted Emma. Her voice was low, her words growled out like it came from a feral animal.
Emma wiggled her fingers at her sides before she clenched and unclenched her fists again. She may not have preferred the Enchanted Forest or time travel, but she was more than content in the Queen's presence. It was how she'd ended up in her predicament so she really couldn't complain that even by accident she had what she wanted. The pleasurable proximity made Emma itch with a need unlike any other she'd ever experienced. She'd felt it several times in her life, of course, but never as intensely as she had in that moment. She had to resist the urge to put her hands on Regina's hips and push her backward in the direction of the stairs and mid-step just poof them into the Queen's chambers.
Completely lost in her fantasy, Emma hadn't realized Regna had sent away the guards and had her brown eyes fixated on her until Regina's voice slipped like silk through the reestablished space between them.
"I may have given you the benefit of the doubt, dear, but I suspect my guard might not be entirely wrong about you."
Emma breathed out a chuckle and smirked again. She took the step Regina had put between them once again and the gap disappeared for the second time that night.
"Which part do you believe to be true," Emma asked. Her smirk didn't falter.
"The part about your familiarity here. I don't recognize you nor do my guards and yet you seem at ease here, with me."
"I won't lie. I am a little familiar with you and this castle."
"Are you," Regina asked with a raised brow and slightly upturned lips, though she phrased it more like an amused statement than as a question.
Emma's smirk spread wider across her face while her eyes darted from brown eyes to red lips to long, dark hair and back to Regina's penetrating gaze.
"In another world, we know each other," Emma added.
"Another world," Regina asked, and that question was asked with less amusement and more curiosity.
"Another time as well."
Regina knit her brows and tipped her head ever so slightly to the side.
"It's complicated because there's only so much I can say without changing our timelines," she confessed with a subtle shrug, nearly unnoticeable.
Regina stared at her for a long moment, her expression full of suspicion and a hint of confusion. "Who are you," the brunette asked with a demanding tone.
"As you see me now? I'm the woman that's willing to warm your bed tonight."
Regina backed away and laughed. Her features had gone from hard as stone to relaxed. Laughing at Emma seemed to make Regina comfortable and confident no matter where or when they were.
"You think I want a woman in my bed, much less you?" Amusement was back in her voice. Her eyes gleamed with it as they stared at each other for a long moment.
The Evil Queen was more than she could have hoped for in that moment. She knew what to expect before she was sucked into the portal, but apparently she hadn't gone about spending time with the Queen the right way. Maybe she should have flirted with her or maybe she should have just ditched Hook before the ball entirely and then waited to see what could have transpired if it had just been her Majesty and the disguised Emma Swan perceived to be Princess Leia.
"Well?"
Emma snapped out of her thoughts and saw Regina looking at her expectantly. Had she asked a question before Emma had retreated once again to her fantasies? What kind of Dark One lost focus like that?
The kind that had a weakness.
"Was there a question," Emma asked.
"There most certainly was," Regina answered with a laugh.
"I'm sorry," she sarcastically replied and tried to play things up to recover from her moment of foolishness. "I didn't think you were seriously asking me. I think the answer is obvious."
"Is it now? Care to enlighten me then?"
"No."
Regina started to laugh again, haughty and victorious, but Emma's next words made the brunette choke on the sound.
"I don't need to give you an answer…because we both know the truth." Emma watched as the other woman's smile faded and her expression turned serious. She waited until it looked as if the brunette was ready to bare her teeth and attack before Emma purposely purred, "Regina."
That part of Regina knew nothing of their history, but it seemed to repeat itself regardless as the woman lunged at her. Emma gasped the instant she felt Regina's hands on her, but it wasn't out of fear. Emma felt the rush, the thrill as they spun around and vanished in a swirl of washed out purple smoke. The lack of vibrancy in the smoke color came from the combination of Emma's and Regina's magic; Emma's smoke gray instead of the white-lilac it had been prior to her losing battle with the darkness.
Just like in Emma's fantasy, they poofed into Regina's bedchamber. She didn't have more than a blink of an eye to take in the décor or even just the layout of the room before Regina pinned her to a wall. She hit it with a thud and all the air left her lungs when she grunted on impact.
Regina wrapped a hand around her neck and held her against the wall with it. Their chests brushed with every breath they took and Emma grinned, though the longer she grinned the more it made her look like a lust-sick idiot. She was riveted by red lips, hot breath, and warm fingers tight around the strained muscles of her throat.
"You may know 'Regina' in this other land of yours, but here I am the Queen and you will address me as such."
Emma hummed with pleasure and said, "If that would satisfy her Majesty. Although I hope for both our sakes that it takes more to satisfy you."
Regina flashed her teeth as she smirked at Emma and the blonde felt her skin burn with desire. Everything was heightened for her, her body entirely too sensitive and she loved every second of it. A second later, it got better.
Regina crushed their lips together and Emma could have sworn sparks flew. The hand around her neck slid down her front and roughly grabbed a breast.
Emma groaned and arched into the woman's touch as her hands shot to Regina's waist. She clawed at the Queen's hips and pulled her in before her hands descended the slip of Regina's arched back and squeezed her ass.
Regina gasped and pulled away just enough to create some distance between them but put her hands on Emma's shoulders and kept her in place. Darkened brown eyes glared at her but full lips were quirked as though Regina enjoyed the very behavior she was about to contest.
"Make no mistake," the brunette said with a commanding voice. "I'm in charge. You should feel honored to be here right now and not down in the dungeon."
Emma exhaled and her face split into a wide grin. "I'm open to having sex in the dungeon."
Regina rolled her eyes and said, "It wasn't an invitation."
"But it could be," Emma openly flirted, her voice deeper and raspy with lust.
"You aren't like any of the handmaidens I've indulged in."
"Of course not. I'm not an obedient or giggly young handmaiden. I'm better."
"That remains to be seen. Much like the rest of you," Regina said as her eyes scanned over Emma from her boots to her less than blonde hair.
Emma almost voiced a witty, maybe even smartass response, but Regina's hands moved from her shoulders to the lapels of Emma's jacket. She pushed down the top of the zipper when she curled her fingers into the opening of the jacket. Once it was open, Regina peeled it off with ease and let it drop to the floor. That surprised Emma because the Regina she knew didn't seem like the type to litter the floor with discarded clothes even if she was swept away in the heat of the moment. Although, she didn't know any part of Regina as intimately as she was about to.
Something carnal overtook Emma in that moment just as she'd suspected the same had occurred with Regina. She stared in hazy, darkened brown eyes and still saw the woman she...the woman she knew in Storybrooke, but there was so much power and confidence and nothing had to be tender. Neither of them had to walk around eggshells or step on broken glass to do what they wanted to do in that moment. All they had to do was go for it. Neither of them had anything to stop them or remind them it probably wasn't a good idea.
With her jacket at her feet, Emma smirked as she reached out and removed the pins from Regina's hair. Long, silky brunette locks tumbled down past the woman's shoulders and for a moment it seemed that Regina was not a fan of letting her hair down, but a second later she pounced on Emma again and any animosity the blonde thought she'd felt between them disappeared.
Regina attacked Emma's lips in a fiery kiss that was both soft yet rough and a little sloppy. Tongues flicked and lapped up the other's taste, but occasionally teeth gnashed and growls and groans set off vibrations between them. Regina's hands gripped tightly to Emma's shirt a brief moment before she peeled it off of her and let it carelessly fall to the ground to join the jacket. She hummed her delight as she raked her eyes over every inch of fair skin she'd uncovered before she pushed herself flat against Emma from hips to chest. Their bodies melted together as semi-sharp nails clawed at Emma's neck until they curled around it and held her in place for a kiss Emma was sure was supposed to suck the life out of her.
Because that was what more or less what it had done to her. She trembled against Regina as her knees buckled, so overwhelmed by the freedom she had and the desire she felt that was obviously—and thankfully—reciprocated.
Regina pulled away in an instant and the chill that passed over Emma caused goosebumps to appear. It also left her wanting as she stared at the brunette's wonderfully wild eyes and her gorgeous but unfortunately overdressed body. She licked her lips and looked the other woman up and down for a moment before Regina's melodious chuckle filled the space between them.
Regina took another step back and Emma just reacted instinctively as she moved forward to follow the woman. Regina's lips curled up a little more before she took another step back and again, Emma stepped toward her. She watched Regina raise an eyebrow and hesitate for only a moment before she took another step. It was a slower move, calculated and cautious as if to test a theory. And Emma, despite not knowing Regina's theory, knew she'd proved it right when she moved closer to Regina and saw the woman's eyes shine with devilish amusement.
"Come here," Regina purred and crooked a finger. The motion caught Emma's attention right away and as she watched the other woman curl and uncurl her index finger, she started to salivate. The only problem was, Emma wasn't just Emma anymore. She was also the Dark One. She had so much power and darkness in her that she couldn't be weak, she refused to be weak, and to give Regina command of her—especially when the brunette didn't even possess the dagger—was a foolish endeavor. She needed to take control. She needed to fight for dominance before she made a decision to either take charge or let Regina run the show.
She furrowed her brow and frowned for a moment as a memory flashed to the front of her mind. "If you want to run the show, run it." She remembered the give and take in Neverland, the way they'd worked together, remembered "our magic." That give and take wasn't only present in Neverland either. It had exceeded that realm and that terrifying mission to save Henry. It had existed between them when, "my gift to is good memories; a good life for you and for Henry" and "I'm with Regina" and "there has to be another way."
"Performance anxiety, dear," Regina asked, her voice rich and seductive and her grin cruel.
Emma was back in the moment. She shook off any thoughts and feelings of the life she left behind when she fell into the portal and decided to live only in the moment for however long it lasted. She had no way to get back to Storybrooke, but she was still certain her time in the Enchanted Forest would end. She didn't want to have any regrets while she had the opportunity to get what she wanted. She bared her teeth in a lopsided smirk and lunged at the other woman. Before she could collide with Regina, the brunette chuckled and grabbed her by the hips before she spun them and threw Emma back. Before she knew it, Emma was on her back on Regina's bed.
She lifted her head with just enough time to see the woman, regal as ever and not just because of her attire, strut the few remaining steps to the bed. She watched Regina slide her hands down her velvet dress where it covered her thighs. Regina bunched it up in her fists and hiked the dress up enough to serve her purpose as she draped it over Emma's legs and leaned in to hover above the younger woman.
Emma dropped her head back against the mattress and felt Regina's breath hot but steady against her lips and chin. She licked her lips again, her own breathing shallow, and noted Regina's gaze fell to her mouth as soon as her tongue had darted out of it.
For almost a full minute, Regina didn't say or do anything and it prompted Emma to ask, "What are you waiting for?"
Regina's expression lit up with silent laughter before she raised a hand to the side of Emma's face and caressed her slightly rosy cheek. "I'm not sure you're ready to satisfy me yet."
"What gives you that impression?"
"You disappeared for a moment."
"I had something on my mind."
"You shouldn't have anything on your mind except what's going on in this room."
"I agree."
"Then where did I lose you?"
"Nowhere. I'm here and I'm staying."
"Promises, promises," Regina sighed and started to retreat after she gave Emma's cheek a couple of gentle slaps. There was enough force behind her hits to sting but not enough to hurt the way Emma was sure the other woman was capable of doing.
Regina turned and started to walk away and part of Emma, the little lost girl that was constantly rejected and abandoned, was both devastated and angered by Regina's actions. The other part of Emma, the Dark One, just snarled and acted on impulse. No matter which part of her wanted Regina more just then, Emma still managed to get what she wanted.
She sat up and caught the brunette by the wrist before Regina could get too far away from her. She tightened her grip as she used Regina to pull herself to her feet and then spun them around so Regina's back faced the bed. In an instant, she pushed the Queen on top of it and watched with rapt attention as the other woman collapsed onto the bed with a slight bounce. Long, wavy hair cascaded around her face and shoulders and Emma was both in awe and desperately turned on.
"It's a promise I intend to keep," Emma said with a deepened and breathy tone.
"You think manhandling me will get me to allow you to keep that promise," Regina asked with a flash of rage in her alluring eyes. She started to sit up and lifted a hand and Emma easily recognized it as Regina trying to ready her magic.
Emma didn't let her get that far and instead, she surged forward and pressed their hands together. She threaded their fingers and squeezed as she leaned over Regina and placed her free hand on the woman's shoulder to push her onto her back. She wasn't entirely gentle in her effort, but her force wasn't excessive enough to be called manhandling that time.
"I don't allow my playthings to be on top," Regina said and Emma smirked a second before she moved her hand from the brunette's shoulder to her throat.
"Good thing I'm not just a plaything then."
Regina scoffed and grabbed Emma by the wrist. She scratched at pale skin as she tugged the hand away from her neck. Emma only let her hand be pushed far enough away that it hovered above Regina's chest.
Emma flexed her fingers under Regina's grasp and stared down at the other woman as she bared gritted teeth in a scowl.
"Touch me like that again and I'll have you executed by morning," Regina threatened.
"I had no intention of strangling you, Regina," Emma said.
"It's 'Your Majesty'," the woman spat and threw Emma's hand aside.
Emma jerked to her right with the force of Regina's movement, but she still stood with her hips facing the headboard. Her thighs were on either side of Regina's closed legs where they draped over the edge of the bed.
"If that's the game you want to play," Emma replied, "so be it, Your Majesty. You can call me Miss Swan."
Regina condescendingly laughed and said, "I'll call you whatever I please. You have no power here."
Emma grinned and slowly leaned in. Her lips hesitated over Regina's as her eyes flicked from brunette hair to one brown eye after the other and then down to a partially open mouth as their ragged breath mingled. Regina's breath was sticky against Emma's nose and chin as the younger woman stared at every inch of the brunette's face. They stayed like that just long enough for Emma's pleasure to swell at the sight of Regina surprisingly not fighting back or even yelling at her to desist with her behavior. She had been sure the Evil Queen would have abhorred the way Emma stood above her, body curled inward to the point that it grazed Regina's own and trapped her between the blonde and the bed. That was the impression Emma had of Madam Mayor her first year in Storybrooke at least, and Regina wasn't exactly redeemed then. Not the way she was after the trigger and Neverland and "You made me a monster, but I won't let you do the same to Emma."
Well, that was new. It was a flash of a memory Emma had no right to access. It wasn't her memory. It was Rumple's. The former Dark One seemed to have an impact on the current one. Interesting.
Her grin transformed into a warm smile at the thought that Regina had her back the same way Emma had hers for some time.
Regina, or rather the Queen, sighed loudly beneath her, and mentioned, "I've lost you again."
"No," Emma said, her smile still in place and the single syllable word more like a hum. "I'm exactly where you want me."
Emma closed her eyes and pressed their lips together. The kiss was tender and unhurried at first, but Emma deepened it after a moment and rested a hand on Regina's lower abdomen above her hip. She pushed down to make Regina extremely aware of where Emma's hand rested and a few seconds after she'd applied pressure, Regina grunted and nipped at Emma's upper lip.
Regina's teeth scraped against Emma's lip as the brunette slid her hand over the blonde's on her abdomen. With the heel of her palm, she pushed Emma's hand down to her thigh and only a second later Emma squeezed it. Regina groaned and reached for the waistband of Emma's black pants. She found a button and zipper and furrowed her brow before she dipped her head to break their next kiss just before it could start and then stared at the metal.
"Pluck and pull," Emma easily instructed with an amused smile. When Regina didn't do anything, Emma reached down and demonstrated for her. She plucked the button through the hole with one hand and then pulled down the zipper.
Regina shook off her earlier confusion, grabbed the loosened waistband, and yanked Emma's pants down to her knees. She lifted one of her legs and positioned her heel between Emma's breasts before she pushed the woman back a few steps and sat up. She flicked her wrist and made her heels disappear in a puff of purple smoke before she stood on bare feet. With another flick, Emma disappeared in a puff of smoke as well. She turned to face the bed again just as the smoke dissipated and revealed Emma sprawled out like a delicious platter for feasting. Her pants were completely removed along with her black bra made of materials Regina was unfamiliar with and didn't have the patience to figure out.
Regina smirked and her fingers danced when her hand waved and Emma's arms were magically pulled to either end of the headboard. Ropes bound the younger woman to the bed and Regina prowled toward it. "It's a bit of a shame you have magic, too. It's no fun to tie someone up if they can free themselves."
"But that's only if they free themselves," Emma corrected her.
"Oh? You don't want to free yourself," Regina asked with a raised brow.
"Not at the moment, but give me a reason and I will."
"Aren't you delectable," Regina rhetorically asked. Her eyes shined with lust and satisfaction. "Feisty yet accommodating. Intriguing."
"Am I losing you," Emma asked with a large and teasing smirk.
"I'm sure you'd like that."
"Mm, only if it's when I have you screaming my name."
"I can't scream it if I don't know it."
Emma looked from one binding to the other and tested their strength as she pulled at the ropes a few times. Pleased with the small ability to move them should she squirm, she looked back at Regina. "I could tell you I'm Princess Leia, but I'd prefer to hear my real name fall from those gorgeous lips. So the name you should scream is Emma."
"Leia," Regina said with a hint of recognition. Emma smirked as she watched Regina figure it out. "I've met you before. You didn't look like you do now. You used a transformation spell."
"Technically, Rumpelstiltskin used a transformation spell," Emma replied.
"You tried to help Snow White escape," Regina growled with displeasure. "That makes you worthy of the dungeon, not my bed."
Regina was about to wave her hand, presumably to free Emma from the ropes before she called for her guards to escort her out of the bedchamber, but Emma stopped her.
"Even then I recall a certain queen devouring me with her eyes. Am I not just as appealing now as I was then, if not more so?" Slowly but not so subtly, Emma opened her legs. Regina's eyes were immediately drawn in to her damp, lacy panties. "There's two ways this can go. You can kill me. Or you can fuck me." Emma's eyes dropped to Regina's chest as it heaved. Her lips curled up into a sinful smirk, lustful and greedy as her gaze found Regina's eyes again.
"No," Regina answered and made the ropes disappear.
Emma's hands fell limp onto the bed beside her and her lips parted in surprise as her smirk instantly vanished. She slid toward the side of the bed, but before she could stand Regina maneuvered herself in front of the younger woman and then reached behind herself.
Regina opened the back of her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. It folded over itself on its descent to the floor and pooled at her feet like a velvet puddle. She moved closer to Emma and nudged the woman's legs apart as she brushed against and moved between smooth, toned thighs.
Emma's mouth went dry as she tipped her head back to look up into brown eyes, but their eyes only locked for a second before she took in the divine sight of olive skin, dark nipples that hardened when Emma exhaled because her breath was sure to have puffed against the other woman's torso, and glorious curves. Regina tucked a finger under her chin and forced Emma to look up before green eyes could see any lower than her hips, but she didn't need to see the rest of the other woman.
Because Regina lifted a leg and pressed her knee onto the bed and then the other as she straddled Emma's lap. Regina ran a hand over the top of Emma's head as she brushed her uncovered sex against Emma's stomach.
Emma had no control over the loud moan that tumbled out of her mouth as a neatly trimmed patch of curls tickled her bare skin.
"I thought people in the Enchanted Forest didn't know about maintenance down there," Emma said, her voice gravely from her dry mouth.
"I'm sure not many do," Regina responded. "I, however, find it much more pleasant to magic away unwanted hair. Fucking myself is more enjoyable that way."
Emma groaned and pressed her nose into Regina's torso while the top of her head was snug between the woman's breasts. "Please tell me you're going to let me touch you and that this isn't just some twisted torture you've devised for me because of the company I keep?"
Regina cackled, ever the Evil Queen in that moment, and pulled Emma's hair tie loose before she closed her fist around mostly white hair and tugged. When she locked eyes with Emma, she grinned and said, "If you want me to fuck you, you have to earn it."
Emma licked her lips and realized a moment too late that she was on her way to chapping them long before the night was over. As her lips curled into a grin with her eyes set on Regina's face, that well-defined and obscenely kissable scar above her lip, she couldn't find it in herself to care. "How may I earn it, Your Majesty?"
"As you've so appropriately pointed out with the use of my title just now, I am the Queen. And the Queen needs her throne."
Emma breathed out a small, quiet chuckle before she dragged herself farther onto the bed and fell onto her back. "Your throne," she said as she held out her hands.
Regina took them into her own and used them to balance herself as she crawled on her knees toward Emma's face. When her knees were on either side of Emma's shoulders, she pushed Emma's hands onto the bed above the younger woman's head. She positioned herself over Emma's mouth and looked down her body to stare into green eyes that were already fixated on her slick, spread folds.
"I hope you're fit for me," Regina said, all too pleased as her excitement rose to new heights.
Emma's eyes flicked up and met hers in a heartbeat and Regina nearly shivered with the intensity in her gaze. "A perfect fit for every contour, Your Majesty," she promised.
Unable to fight off her urges any longer, Regina lowered herself onto Emma's face and felt Emma's tongue slip through her velvety cunt as soon as it connected with Emma's mouth.
Regina immediately moaned and leaned forward. She put her hands on either side of Emma's head and pressed her palms into the mattress before she slowly started to rock her hips. She heard the brunette sigh with pleasure as she ran the flat of tongue through her slit and then curled it to flick at her folds with the tip. Emma felt the other woman's hands ball into fists as she clutched the sheets beneath them and she sped up her pace. Seconds later, Emma grabbed Regina's hips to hold her still. Regina growled and grabbed her hands. Her hands were then pushed down onto the bed above her head again and pinned there. Regina used her wrists for leverage instead of the mattress and rolled her hips forward with purpose.
Regina's grip tightened on Emma's wrists with every wave of pleasure she apparently felt. She groaned whenever Emma swirled her tongue over her clit in the brief amount of time she had to tease it and Regina pressed her hips down for more contact.
Emma moaned against her and it sent vibrations straight through the brunette. Red lips parted and she tipped her head back as she shivered. She pressed Emma's wrists further into the bed before she stopped rocking and forced the woman to focus her attention solely on Regina's clit. Emma didn't hesitate to take the hint. After several licks, Emma noticed Regina wasn't as vocal as she had been earlier so she nipped the woman's swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves. In response, Regina lifted herself off of Emma to glare at the younger woman and asked, "What the hell was that?"
"You stopped moaning," Emma said. "I was sure I lost you again."
Regina rolled her eyes and let go of one of Emma's wrists. She pulled the other woman's hair and growled, "Don't do that again."
Regina waited a moment before she seemed to be sure Emma understood despite the lack of apology and then lowered herself back down. She tried her hardest not to gasp when Emma eagerly sucked her clit into her hot, skillful mouth.
"You taste like apples and spices," Emma mumbled against her sex before she flicked her tongue over Regina's clit again.
"Then bob for them," Regina instructed and held her cunt just out of reach from Emma's mouth. The woman gripped both of her wrists again and kept her secured against the bed.
Emma strained her neck as she reached up, her head lifted off the mattress, and ate the Queen out like she was fresh food after days without sustenance. She elicited moans, grunts, and whimpers from Regina and had to press her own legs together as she struggled to ease the growing tension between her thighs.
She couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped her even if she wanted to. The sensation it provided Regina made the brunette tremor and squeeze her wrists.
Regina's body curled inward and she accidentally tugged Emma's arms further up and away from herself like the brunette was her personal medieval rack. She whimpered against Regina's wet sex and pushed through the pain as she tongued the Queen's engorged clit fast and hard.
By the strangled sounds above her, muffled by Regina's thighs as they closed around her head, Emma assumed the other woman was attempting to be quiet. She grinned against Regina just before she sucked the woman's clit into her mouth hard enough to make Regina quake and cry out. Unfortunately, she also pulled at Emma's arms again and the blonde tried not to wince before Regina rode out her orgasm. She groaned in response to the discomfort, but waited until Regina released her wrists and rolled off her before she sat up and moved her arms around to loosen the tense muscles.
Regina panted where she rested on her back beside Emma. Her eyes were unfocused as they stared up at the ceiling and her body was coated in a thin layer of sweat.
Emma rolled her shoulders backward and forward a few times. When she felt a little more relaxed, she looked over at Regina. Only a short amount of time passed before she had the brunette's attention and as soon as those expressive eyes looked back at her, Emma rolled on top of her and captured her lips in a steamy kiss that allowed them to share and revel in Regina's unique taste where it lingered on Emma's lips and tongue. She slid a hand onto one of Regina's thighs and tongue and ran it up to her hip. Her fingertips whispered against heated, slightly moist skin and the trail of her touch inspired Regina to wrap her leg around Emma's waist.
Regina draped her calve over her ass while the woman stretched her other leg out in the opposite direction. Emma slotted into place between Regina's hips and didn't waste any time before she ran her fingers across the Queen's pelvic bone and then slipped her hand between spread thighs. When her fingertips skated over the other woman's clit, Regina gasped before Emma could kiss her again and bucked her hips toward Emma's hand.
She lightly teased Regina's clit, a few slow flicks with next to no pressure applied before she traced the rest of the woman's cunt and avoided the sensitive nub. Emma pulled away from Regina's mouth after she sucked and pulled at the brunette's bottom lip and then trailed kisses down her neck and chest. She poised her mouth over one of Regina's nipples and kept her head still as she deliberately breathed against the woman's breast. She stilled her hand between Regina's legs and looked up to see impatience written across the Queen's face before she darted her tongue out and flicked it briefly and only once over a hardened nipple.
Regina raked her nails up Emma's back and shot daggers at her as she encouraged Emma to continue with the arch of her back, rise of her chest, and suggestive roll of her hips. Emma quietly chuckled and licked Regina's nipple slower and added a little pressure before she swirled her tongue around it. She felt the Queen writhe beneath her in search for more before Emma was able to see more than an olive toned breast shift from side to side due to Regina's movement.
Emma smiled against the brunette's skin as she placed a chaste kiss on the nipple under her mouth and let her lips linger on the hardened bud before she thrust into Regina with two fingers without warning. The sound Regina made in response was somewhere between a cry and a groan, which then turned into a long and very loud moan when Emma sucked the woman's nipple into her mouth.
Regina squeezed the leg wrapped around Emma and tangled a hand in her hair. The other woman's nails scratched at her scalp whether she'd intended for them to do that or not and while it wasn't entirely pleasurable, Emma still appreciated the effect she had on the Queen. She pumped in and out of Regina hard and deep and switched nipples as she licked, kissed, and sucked at the one she'd neglected. When she felt Regina's walls flutter against her fingers, Emma released the other woman's nipple with an audible pop and watched as brown eyes rolled into the back of the brunette's head. She swept her thumb over Regina's clit and made tight, fast circles until Regina tensed and canted her hips for more, more, more as she came.
When Emma heard Regina moan, it was too much. Her panties were soaked through and she had to get out of them. She removed her fingers from Regina and hastily tore off her last article of clothing. She kicked the ruined garment onto the floor and then straddled one of Regina's legs. She slid her embarrassingly wet cunt over the other woman's thigh and closed her eyes as she rolled her hips forward and pushed down to feel just the right kind of friction between her own thighs.
"Did I say you could that," Regina asked with a husky, breathy voice.
"If you won't do the honors, I'll fuck myself," Emma asked just almost as breathlessly as Regina. "I need to cum."
Suddenly, Regina pinched her clit and she cried out in pain as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter and hunched forward. She almost head-butted Regina due to the abruptness of both women's actions.
"You'll cum when I allow it," Regina firmly told her as she pulled her hand away and then used Emma's weakened state against her to flip them over.
Regina shoved her toward the headboard and magically secured her wrists with rope again. Emma didn't even test them that time as she slid into a half-sitting, half-prone position. She was able to take a few semi-deep breaths before she felt Regina grab her leg. Her eyes shot open as Regina threw the leg over her shoulder and leaned in.
"Congratulations, dear," Regina purred with a smirk. "You've earned this."
Emma felt her hamstring stretch as far as her flexibility allowed before Regina gripped one of her hips and then slowly, teasingly slipped a finger into her. She whimpered and flexed the leg over Regina's shoulder as she attempted to pull the woman closer, to feel more pressure or convince Regina to add a finger. She hoped she was lucky to be rewarded with both.
She wrestled against the ropes as she squirmed, desperate for something Regina refused to give her when she continued to move in and out of her with only one finger at an agonizingly slow pace. She twisted her body in one direction or another as she attempted to get a better angle for more of what she needed, but she was trapped. Her position gave Regina absolute power over her pleasure and she was sure Regina knew that when she'd brought back the ropes.
Regina lightly moved her fingers up and down over the outside of Emma's raised thigh. The brunette slid her fingers high enough a few times to stroke the swell of her ass and while it sent a couple of enjoyable shivers down her spine, Emma needed more.
"Faster," she demanded.
"Oh, but I'm not done playing with you yet," Regina replied and nudged the underside of her chin with her nose.
Emma tipped her head back and turned to the side to give Regina the access she'd silently requested. Plump lips grazed her neck as Regina slid her mouth over her skin from below her ear down to the slope of her shoulder. She puckered her lips and pressed a quick kiss to the crook of her neck before she trailed her lips back up her throat and exhaled against Emma's pulse point.
She was at the Evil Queen's mercy, at least for as long as she allowed the ropes to stay in place, and the woman was more slow and gentle than she ever thought Regina Mills to be. When she pictured moments like that particular one with the Queen, she always thought it would be harder, quicker, angrier, full of an almost hateful passion. Never in all her fantasies did she imagine Regina would be delicate with her, even if the other woman was only teasing her.
And then Regina shattered all of Emma's conceptions about fantasy versus reality when she bit her neck and then swiped her tongue over the fresh teeth marks.
"Fuck," Emma shouted.
"All in good time, dear," Regina said with a proud smile.
The woman ran her hand up Emma's body from her hip to one of her breasts before she squeezed it. Emma arched her back and pushed her chest out toward Regina. Her reward for her prompt responsiveness was a finger that teased her nipple while a second finger was pushed inside her.
Emma's breathing started to speed up as Regina worked her up. She clenched her fists and felt the ropes bite into her wrists before she closed her eyes and rested the back of her head against the headboard.
Regina hummed against her neck and increased her speed inside Emma before she rolled a nipple between her fingers. Emma hissed as she sucked in a deep breath and then curled her other leg around Regina's hip.
"Yes," she chanted. "Fuck. Yes!"
Regina alternated between sucking on her neck and biting it. Emma knew there would be plenty of bruises and it brought a smile to her face just before it was wiped away with the added pleasure that came from a brush of a knuckle against her clit.
Emma was wrapped around the Queen physically just as she was wrapped around Regina's finger in Storybrooke. She'd sacrificed everything to become the Dark One so Regina didn't have to and before that she had been determined to get Regina her happy ending. Emma was completely hers for the taking in every way.
In that moment it was the Queen who collected.
Emma met Regina thrust for thrust the best she could in her position and then moaned, her voice rough and deep, when she felt Regina add a third finger. The knuckle moved away from her clit and she almost whined at the loss until Regina replaced it with the pad of her thumb. Every time Regina pulled her fingers almost completely out of her, she would slide her thumb over Emma's clit.
"Oh, fuck," Emma panted and tensed around the woman's fingers as they thrust back into her. "Regina!"
Her body trembled against the Queen as she came. Her voice echoed off the walls of Regina's bedchamber and when she was able to open her eyes she immediately saw the sexy but oh so evil smirk on the brunette's face.
"You seem awfully pleased for someone who wasn't addressed by their title," Emma breathlessly stated.
"I forgot how good my first name could sound under such circumstances," Regina replied.
Emma puffed out a laugh and smiled. "It feels good to be just Regina again, doesn't it?"
Regina's lips parted in shock and her eyebrows jumped toward her hairline. She stuttered out a few how's and what's, but she never finished any of the questions she started. For some reason, that made Emma feel more special than she ever had in her life. Maybe because she was in the Enchanted Forest of the past with the unredeemed version of Regina and yet, she had the chance to see beneath the mask of dark sorceress and Evil Queen. She caught a glimpse of a Regina that technically shouldn't have existed yet and she wasn't sure that was better than her orgasm, but it was at least an extremely close second if it wasn't.
"I think you seem to know me a little more than I'm comfortable with in this world," Regina said after a moment as she tried to regain her queenly composure.
"I'm not sure you're all that comfortable with that where I'm from either," Emma confessed with a hint of laughter in her voice and a few seconds later, she remembered she was still bound to the headboard and poofed away the ropes. As she relaxed her arms and started to rub her red wrists, she heard Regina say, "I think maybe it's time for the dungeon."
Emma's head snapped up, her eyes wide and filled with confusion. She thought things had been going well.
Regina pushed Emma's ankle off her shoulder and stood up. She looked around the chamber before her eyes settled on something on the other side of the room. She started to walk over to whatever it was and added a seductive sway to her hips as she did.
Emma moved to the edge of the bed and frowned as she looked ahead in the direction Regina took toward the object she seemed to desire. Just as Regina bent down to pick it up, she saw her pants in a heap on the floor in front of the other woman. The brunette grabbed them and when she turned around something clattered to the floor. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized what it had to be and it appeared her expression only made Regina want to see what it was more than when she'd scrunched up her brow after it had hit the floor.
Regina looked down at her side and sure enough, the dagger rested in plain view on floor beside the Queen's left foot. Recognition lit up her features before she bent down again and brought the dagger up to eye level.
"Emma Swan," Regina read the engraved name with an odd but not unfamiliar lilt to her voice. She lowered the dagger just enough to stare into green eyes from across the room and Emma gulped, suddenly ensure of how the queen Regina would handle the dagger compared to how just Regina had in Camelot. "How do you have the Dark One's dagger? And why does it not say Rumpelstiltskin?"
"I…told you I'm from a different time," Emma answered.
Regina considered her words for a moment before she asked, "You're the future Dark One?"
Nervously, Emma smiled and somewhat sheepishly replied, "Hi." The darkness in her boiled hot and rushed to the surface, enraged that she had reverted to sounding like she had the night she'd first met Regina instead of behaving like a Dark One should. Strong, powerful, manipulative, and unapologetic. She fought it off with another thick and slightly audible swallow and continued to stare into Regina's eyes as she searched for any reason at all to not be worried. To focus so intently on the other woman seemed to calm her a little despite the unreadable expression on Regina's face.
Regina looked down at the dagger then and stared. Her eyes scanned over the blade from tip to hilt and to Emma it looked as though she was inspecting each black etched letter of her name along the way. When she looked up, she slowly curled her lips into a bright smirk and the tension in the room faded away.
"The kinky sex dungeon will be vastly improved by the addition of the dagger."
The darkness was immediately satisfied by that one statement and Emma's eyes darkened with renewed lust before she poofed in front of Regina and ripped the pants out of the woman's grasp. She let them fall to the floor in a crumpled mess without a second thought and said, "Then let's get on with it" before Regina engulfed them in purple smoke.