"Regina, dear," Cora murmured into the silence. "My clit is hard for you; please stroke it."
"Yes Mother," Regina responded with a breathless whimper.
With one hand on her mother's hip, Regina steadied herself; her other hand dancing nervously down the smooth plains of Cora's stomach.
Her heart burned of an acid she had never felt before; but she was sure that it was a pain she liked and most enjoyed.
Cora tightened her thighs around the frame of her daughter, stiffening slightly as Regina's cool fingers slipped into the folds of her labia.
"Good girl," Cora purred, her lips finding Regina's earlobe and gnawing gently.
How she loved how her daughter would please her; for not even Henry could match these affections. And Regina certainly did not belong to that wretched stable boy. While what was left of her heart soared for every moment alone with her daughter, she was greatly aroused by the dominance of motherhood.
A wave of pleasure rose through Cora's abdomen and crashed; to which she uttered a strained sigh, pinching her back to an arch as she pulled Regina closer.
"Now, fuck me," the Queen of Hearts whispered; leaning her head, which was crowned with sweat, against Regina's cheek.
"Like a good girl."