A/N: Hey everyone! New story time! I hope you enjoy. I am still in this mode of trying to push the feels and challenge myself as a writer. This one is set in fairytale land. Regina was captured before she could cast the curse, one night she gets out and goes to destroy the princess... things never go her way. Hope you enjoy let me know what you think!
She sat in her dank and dark cell, forgetting what a ray of sunlight felt like let alone looked like. Her eyes were red rimmed by anger stinging her eyes so hard they literally burned and the only way her body could find to put the fire out was to release a river over them in hopes she wouldn't go blind.
Her jaw clenched and her skin and fingers twitched in rage. Furry at what Snow had taken from her, how she was able to walk away from all of the carnage she left while Regina was trapped. She slid her hand down a bar wishing with all her might they would shatter like splinters in her hands. But the spell on them blocked her magic.
She had no idea how long she had been stuck down here, it felt like day, but the way time seemed to eb away at Snow's beauty she knew it had been much much longer. So long that she had a feeling the princess, no correction queen now had not been to visit her in a long long time.
She knew she herself looked no more friendly than a rabid animal. She ate and drank only with the slight hope that one day, they would slip up, one day she would get her revenge. So she lay in wait…
…
The night had a chill as the guard was sent to feed the prisoner food. Everyone had heard the stories of the Evil Queen. The death she had brought to the land, how she must have been cast from evil itself. His hands shook as he carried the bowls. One with some sort of food and one with water. Not enough for someone to keep up their strength, but enough to survive. A rat scurried by and the man again trembled.
When he neared the caged though, and it was a far walk from the castle far above him now. He saw a slender women cowering in the corner. As he stared brown red rimmed eyes glanced up to find his own, as the woman jumped and shielded herself from him, pressing herself against the slick iron bars of her cell. She looked timid and cold. He set the food down, he gave her a closer look. She didn't look evil, she was young even, maybe in her late 20s.
She whimpered and he swore he heard a whispered, "go away." Her voice sounded so quite, so distant, like she had no energy to live. His heart broke as he made a decision, a dumb one. And somehow… he opened the gate.
He had been given the keys, should the witch pass away in her sleep and should they need to disguard her remains.
She didn't budge, truthfully she was more scared of him without her magic then he was of her.
Her heart started to race. What was this fool doing. She stood shakily pressing her back into the cool poles.
"What are you doing?" She tried to sound terrifying but her voice was quite and weak.
He stepped in, she moved further away.
He put his hands up in surrender, "My lady I mean you no harm…"
She nodded but kept moving every time he moved. He drew closer, intending to make sure she had no wounds that had gone unnoticed and quicker than he could move she jammed her palm into his face, his nose cracking and spurting blood.
She ran for the door and locked the gate, just missing his hands as he launched to grab her through the bars.
Her chest was heaving, she had no idea what he meant to do by coming into the cell, but she never had trusted men in castles, not since her wedding.
She felt a tingle and a rush, her magic returning. Slowly her heart stopped beating out of her chest. And her face changed from fear to a sadistic smile. She waved her hand and her hair her make up was perfectly done, and she wore a corseted cropped top and a sheen shirt slit up the side the fabric was a black swirl against blood red. She stalked toward the cell, stopping just short of his reach.
"Thank you dear… sorry about your face." Turing to walk away she threw over her shoulder, "You have no idea how lucky you are." And with that, she was gone.
…..
She stuck to the shadows, though she had just enough magic, she knew she would never win a full out altercation with the guards, or against magic. She had been locked away for too many years. But she had a plan. She would never make it out of the castle.
She would destroy the things Snow loved most, her daughter.
As she stalked down the shadows she searched for the princess, finding the kitchens then following a maid who was given food to deliver for Emma. A red lip curled, this was the key to finding her. She would destroy the princess then slit her throat, and Snow would never recover from such an attack.
The woman lead her down so many hallways it was dizzying, even though she had once called this palace her home. The woman knocked and left the food out for the girl and left.
Regina's smile faltered. How idiotic were these people? Did they not realize the threat that hung over the lives of the royals? That every moment someone was just waiting to poison their tea? She shook her head, no she didn't care about them. She knew the princess would be weak and idealistic like Snow, it would be easy to take her… then finish the job.
She looked around the hall and when she didn't hear a sound she moved to try the door, it was locked. She whispered an incantation and the door rocked and slid open. She closed the door behind her – this ended tonight, she would laugh at Snow's pain as her own executioner swaggered up to knock her head from the chopping block. Her heart panged for the one she had lost, it could have been love, it almost was…
And in that moment, in her slip up of concentration the princess walked our from her bathroom pulling her hair up. Regina took a step forward and the Princess turned sharply to face her, raising her hand the brunette flew back and to her surprise, was at the mercy of magic.
Her eyes blew wide. How did this woman have magic. Emma shook her head, walking toward the woman whose chest was rising and falling so rapidly.
She stopped only a foot laying between them. Her shocked gaze searching Regina's features.
"What are you doing here?"
The voice didn't sound cruel, though it surely didn't sound warm.
Regina's pulse was quickening. She had never liked being controlled by magic, and with her mother and Rumple gone to other lands, she was said to be the most powerful, clearly she was wrong.
She tried to jerk away. Turning her face as Emma approached, thinking the woman would strike her. But no blow came.
The blond twisted her hand in the air.
"Who are you?"
Regina fell forward from the door. Emma keeping her upright. Regina's eyes slowly lifting from the floor to the princess. She was stronger then she thought, and older than she thought she would be. This was no lust confused 17 year old, this was a woman at least into her 20s. She smelled of vanilla and Regina bit down the urge to put a stop to her plans.
So she could not take Emma by force, but the way Emma looked at her with intrigue, Regina was certain she would get her way.
She righted herself, and locked her eyes with Emma. Stepping into her, the blond not budging. Regina's body sliding against Emma's.
"I-…"
Regina felt heat rush through her body, she paused, it had been a long time since she had another warm body touch her own and for a moment she was frozen. It felt so warm and soft, so different from her now confirmed years in the cold wet dungeon.
Emma shook her head, "Am I asleep?"
Regina snapped on of it. "What?"
Emma swallowed hard, "Am I asleep? Y-You…"
Regina started to survey her prey. She would kill the princess, if she stayed focused, maybe enjoy herself a bit first.
Regina eyes trailed Emma's body the woman wore a loose top that left one shoulder bare, and only wore soft white panties below.
Regina smirked. Taking her hand and placing them on Emma's hip.
"Yes dear?" Her eyes slowly looked up to gaze at Emma's, her own eyes pooling black. Glancing over to a hunting knife on the table then back at Emma.
"You have to go." Emma grabbed her hand and moved it from her hip, but she didn't let go. Regina took her other hand and moved Emma's to her body.
"Are you sure about that princess? You seem…to quite enjoy the view."
Emma withdrew her hands and stepped back to sit on the bed.
"Who are you?" Regina walked forward unzipping her top.
"Someone…who… will make your wishes, come true."
Regina moved forward, setting her hands on either side of Emma. Moving her lips to graze over Emma's ear and she felt Emma shiver as her husky voice sent a chill down her spine.
"You call the guards and I stop… Emma."
Emma closed her eyes, she was actually terrified of this woman who showed up in her room, but more than that, she was extremely bothered by her beauty and the way her body was reacting to the woman's voice, surly this was a dream.
She groaned as the woman's hand trailed from her ear to the back of her neck, twirling slim fingers in her hair then yanking hard. Emma groaning. Regina sliding her hand up her legs. Then without warning, Emma rolling her onto the bed and topping her. Again her heart raced and her stomach bottomed out. She had lost the upper hand, she was pinned to the bed and she tried not to show the terror in her face as her past came back in flashes.
She hopped the princess wouldn't notice the sharp intake of breath and the way she closed her eyes and her shoulders pulled in, damn it she was the evil queen why could she not control her panic rising.
Emma lifted herself unpinning Regina's arms.
"Are you alright?"
Regina swallowed and opened her eyes as Emma gently touched her cheek.
Her eyes clouded as she tried to shake her haze. She launched herself forward and pulled Emma's mouth to hers. Her tongue sliding against Emma's expertly and hearing the princess whimper. She felt Emma settle on her lap as her nails lightly scraped down Regina's back. Her own hands finding their way under the light blue top and to Emma's breasts. The princess cried out, her mouth moving only slight back from Regina's. Nails digging into Regina's back, the brunet hissing at the pain.
Regina rolling Emma over and trailing her hand down south while biting Emma's neck, the princess gasping for breath. Emma's hips jumping as Regina found her way past the soft under garment. The princess panting lightly.
Regina kissing her way down the warm body as she bit the inside of the princesses thigh and was impressed that the princess muffled her own scream. Turning her face to lick the princess a hand going into her hair, but instead of it pressing her face further in, light touches were stroking her scalp. This is not how her husband had treated her.
At some point Emma pulled her face back to meet hers in a kiss as she came. Regina's heart fluttering as the princess regained her composure and blinked her eyes open and smiled at her, that rocked Regina to her core.
Forgotten was why she was here and her desire to rape and pillage the princess of her enemy. She was caught in the way Emma was looking at her. Then the Princess reached her hand up to Regina's leg and the queen jerked, Emma's hand going dangerously close to her panties. Her eyes shutting in concentration.
Emma this time slowly rolled her to her back, making sure to leave her arms free.
The blond was still recovering her breath, "May I?" She looked at Regina's skirt.
Regina biting her lip nodded. She stole a glance to see the teeth marks she had left on Emma, her claim at marring Snow's daughter, the daughter that was currently fucking her. Her smile returned, if only Snow knew…
She froze as Emma played with the band of her own undergarment.
Regina instinctively looking away, would the princess be cold and un yielding like her grandfather? Would it hurt? Would the woman care as Regina cried on the floor, cold and wishing for sleep because the bed felt dirty?
Emma noticed the change.
"Tell me to stop."
The brunette glanced up. "What?"
Emma's green eyes were alight with worry. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop… you don't…"
She saw sadness pass across the planes of the face in front of her.
"No. No your highness. Continue." Regina figured if the girl was cruel she could slit her throat that much easier, it would be retribution for all the girls family had done to her, she needed a reason.
The girl hesitantly slid the fabric down her legs. Emma laying her body gently on top. Brushing away a stray tear and hair from the brunettes face.
"You're… you're beautiful…" Warm brown eyes that had been cold and numb for so long looked at her unable to really see. She had enough of games, the princess was playing her. She grabbed the pale hand and moved it to a very different part of her. And while she cursed as the pinch of two fingers sliding in Emma whispered in her ear. What words, she didn't know but they were soothing. Her body relaxed and she rode the waves of pleasure that coursed through her until she heard herself gasp, back arching, then collapsing to the bed.
Emma wrapped her arms around her. Regina regaining her breath, the princess nuzzling into her neck.
…..
She woke up later to the sound of the blonde breathing soundly on her shoulder, it was so warm and her body was so relaxed when she jolted awake, remember who she was and what she was doing there. She carefully pulled out from under Emma. Moving to the table and gripping the knife. She felt the cool steal in her hand, it made her shiver. She had cut through flesh before, slain many in her court that would dare oppose her, but it seemed far too long ago. Was the evil queen even truly her?
She would do it quickly, close her eyes and the princess would be gone, vengeance hers. She had decided.
But she felt a sharp pain and a wave of nausea as she doubled over in pain… the knife clamored to the ground.
Green eyes wide, head shifting to the brunette, illuminated in the moonlight.
"ah…" Regina sat back against the desk. Her insides burning, like a poker was searing into her skin. Emma threw her shirt over her head and was at her side in an instant, scanning her for injuries as the woman groaned.
"Hey, it's ok what's wrong…" Emma frantically trying to find something with only the moon light.
The woman was breathing heavily and shaking her head, gripping her stomach. Emma put her hand over Regina's and the pain subsided. Regina looked up at Emma, their eyes met as their hands stilled, Regina's stomach was swollen, and they both knew that neither had accounted to Emma's magic.
Regina was pregnant.
