Alright! This will probably come as a surprise for most of you, but I was on this sequel for a while, and I finally found the time to finish it.

So, this is NSFW, and I should know, I wrote it at work. Sadly, no possibility of a cold shower for me.

This is mostly BDSM, with dom/sub themes, caning, flogging, begging, orgasm denial, fisting, dirty talk, oral, etc.

THEREFORE, don't like, don't read.

The characters don't belong to me, otherwise this would be a thing, and it would be on HBO.

Enjoy!

That night was still so clear in her mind. She dreamed about it, thought about it at the most inappropriate moments (try when being surrounded by the Saviour's family), and she simply couldn't get it out of her head. She hadn't seen the Dragon since that day. Sure, she had been in contact with her, kind of, because she still had to convince the Queens of Darkness that, somehow, she has still as bad as before. Truth was, she didn't exactly want to prove that anymore, not if it meant being near the Dragon again. She craved it. She wanted to be with the Dragon, and in a way that was very, very sexual. And this was exactly why she couldn't be near the Dragon anymore. Just her presence made her retreat back to how she was with her in the Enchanted Forest, and it was definitely not what they needed at the moment. She couldn't be that weak, submissive, useless person, not when they had bigger problems. She was resolute. She would not be dealing with Maleficent.

Of course, fate had other ideas. She should have known, coming home that day, Henry conveniently left at the loft, that something like that would happen. She had dreamed it, she had craved it, and though she wouldn't admit it aloud, it was all she had been waiting for. When a cloud of purple smoke, so alike to her own, washed other her bedroom, she felt her heartbeat stop, and restart. She took a step back, ready to flee, forgetting quite stupidly that she had magic (and therefore could leave whenever pleased her), but her ex-lover's voice stopped her.

"Avoiding me, Regina?"

She could have groaned in distress. She didn't though, refusing to bow down, and she stood straighter, taking a step forward, toward the Dragon witch. "No. I was busy."

"Busy? Playing house with the Saviour, maybe?"

Regina scoffed, and made to turn away. A hand on her wrist stopped her, and she was surprised to see Maleficent standing just a foot away from her. The woman was fast, especially when she wanted something. And Regina could feel it, this would not end well for her.

"Not denying it then? How low the mighty have fallen, smitten with Snow White's child." She was being cruel, and the former Mayor ripped her hand away, insulted.

"I am not smitten!" She was quick to contradict, and took care of getting more space between them. She was further and further away from the door, but internally, she couldn't help but get excited. A territorial Maleficent was a very hot Maleficent, and maybe, just maybe, she would try and aggravate her.

"Really? Because you two sure look cosy with each other." Maleficent was not giving up on this, apparently, and Regina grounded her jaw, getting annoyed by the second. She crossed her arms, and glared.

"What the hell do you want, Maleficent?" She was suddenly feeling tired, but she needed to stand her ground. She couldn't, wouldn't, look weak in front of the Dragon.

"I think that you may have forgotten that you are mine, Regina." She growled her name and the Queen shivered. "And I do not appreciate seeing you making doe eyes to the Saviour." This time she rolled her eyes at the Dragon. The Sorceress was being completely ridiculous. She may have stared a little too long at the Saviour (but those jeans, can you really blame her?), she may have been nicer to her than usual (for Henry's sake), but she was not making doe eyes to her. She was being nice. Maybe.

"You're being ridiculous, Mal. There's nothing going on between Emma and I." She realised her mistake a second too late, and Maleficent was already on her, grabbing her slightly by the throat, and keeping her completely still. If she hadn't been overwhelmed, Regina would have suspected the use of magic. However, she was utterly distracted by the feral look on the Dragon's face.

"But you wish there was, don't you? With Em-ma?" Regina couldn't help it, she blushed. It was enough a reaction for Maleficent, and she pressed the Queen against her bedroom wall. "Well. I suppose I will have to clarify some things then, won't I?" She smiled, showing her teeth in a deadly way, and the brunette gulped. She was done for.

"Mal, wait—"

"No. This is not how you address me."

"Maleficent. You're being ri—" She was suddenly chocked, and she melted against the body of her lover, barely keeping her eyes open. "M-Mistress…"

She felt Maleficent ground her thigh between her legs, and she gasped, holding on to her shoulders. "I think you're in good need of a punishment, Regina." The words were whispered against her ear, and her breath itched; she couldn't help but imagine how exactly the Dragon was planning on punishing her, but she was breathless just thinking about it. Back in the day, she would stare on purpose at some of Maleficent's female staff, always long enough for the Sorceress to notice, and to take the matter into her own hands. Regina enjoyed very much getting punished by the woman, and she would often force her luck. However, today, it had been more than thirty years since they had played that game, and she was nervous. She didn't know how her body would react to that kind of pain, that addicting sort of pleasure; and she feared getting hooked on Maleficent again. Surely, their cause would be lost, she would fail Snow White, would that be the case. So, even if she knew better, she still tried to get out of the situation.

"Maleficent, wait, please—" A growl interrupted her, the fingers tightening once again on her throat, long enough to make her see stars, to make her gasp uselessly, and start to panic. She looked into the Dragon's eyes, the pupils turned vertical slits by anger, and she pleaded, grasping the woman's wrist. She was half-scared to have annoyed the Dragon into killing her, but maybe she just wanted her to be afraid. As if reading her mind, the grip on her throat lessened, and she breathed suddenly, gulping down air greedily. A bruising kiss stopped any attempt at getting back a regular breath, and she moaned shamelessly against the Sorceress' lips, her arousal burning again as if nothing had happened. She was getting completely dominated, and she gave up on fight the other woman. Clearly, she was not strong enough to escape the need that burned deep in her belly; and she found that she didn't want to.

"I'm sorry Mistress!" She managed to say when the kiss broke, struggling to breathe properly. At that, Maleficent simply smiled, and she bit Regina's neck, marking the skin with ferocity. "Ah! Mistress …" The Dragon growled a little again, and she felt herself grow limp in her arms, submissive to the bone.

"You're mine, Regina. Mine. And you've been a bad, bad girl." She was holding on to Maleficent again, moaning shyly at her words, that she didn't dare admit, made her even wetter than before. With a snap of her fingers, she had Regina naked against her. She manhandled her to stand her front to the wall, and her back to the Dragon, and she made her spread her legs, and forced her hands to rest at head level, on the wall. And she stepped back.

Regina missed her presence almost instantly, and she had to resist the urge of turning her head in order to see what she was doing. However, she knew that such behaviour would be cause of a greater punishment, and she didn't want to risk it. Her situation was already bad enough, she didn't want to provoke the woman some more. Therefore, she waited, almost patiently, for her punishment to begin. She was embarrassedly wet already, and she knew that Maleficent could see it, if not even smell it. She blushed furiously at the thought, and she closed her eyes, trying to distract herself.

She felt the cool leather on her skin, grazing her shoulder, and falling down her back, causing a million goose bumps to erupt on her skin. She sucked in a breath, feeling anxious. "I think that ten lashes should do quite well, don't you think?" It wasn't her place to answer, and she simply nodded faintly, brazing herself against the wall. The cat o'nine tails was always the most pleasurable of punishments, and she had a feeling it was not all that Maleficent had in store for her. "You will count every strike or we start again, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." She whispered, biting her lip in anticipation. She heard the whip before she felt it, and the burn of the leather set her skin aflame. She gasped out a 'one', almost forgetting to count in her surprise. The second strike came just as quickly, and she struggled to breathe. Every lash was followed by a cried out number, that she couldn't help but moan, her back burning after every impact. Every strike made her feel more alive, shaking her core with waves of passion that rendered her breathless. The Dragon was so skilled with a whip that she managed to make her skin explode with pain, while neither breaking skin, nor bruising it. She made the pain feel so good that she couldn't help but be vocal. The last two barely grazed her ass, and though her mind struggled to think past the exploding arousal, she knew this meant another kind of punishment. "God, Mistress, thank you …" She said, trying to calm her beating heart. She felt the Dragon's body warmth near her back, and soft hands grazed her skin, caressing the marks left by the lashes.

"Do you think you're a good girl again? Do you think it was enough to set you straight?" She knew that the question was a trap, that it wasn't up to her anyway, but she couldn't help but answer. She was craving another punishment, she wanted to feel the Dragon's attentions focused solely on her (and her ass).

"I think I need to be punished more, Mistress …" She could almost feel the smile on the Dragon's face, and she felt her hand swat her ass lightly, causing her to suck in a breath.

"Aren't you a greedy little girl …" She bit her lip slightly, daring turn her head just enough to see the Sorceress' form. "Alright, then. There's hope for you yet." She smacked her ass, before grabbing her hair et dragging her to the centre of the room. She snapped her fingers again, a spanking bench appearing before them. She settled the Queen on it, tying her ankles, spreading her legs, and her wrists; leaving her defenceless with her ass and thighs offered.

Regina felt her fingers grazing softly her folds, and she moaned suddenly, making the touch disappear. She was completely soaked, and she was too far gone to find it shameful. A second later and she felt what she thought to be a cane on her ass, caressing her skin in a deceitful tenderness. The Dragon's hand rested on her lower back lightly, carefully scratching the skin. "If you make noise, I'll add to your punishment. Do you understand, little girl?" She was focused enough not to answer back, nodding her head in complete silence. The punishment was going to be a tedious one. Caning was always incredibly intense, and being forbidden to make any noise during the duration of it was another kind of torture. The hand left her skin, and she sucked in her breath, trying to prepare herself for an unknown number of strikes.

She wasn't prepared. The first hit stung her ass, and she bit her lip harshly to stop herself from reacting. She was certain that by the end of her punishment, she would have bitten her lip strongly enough to make it bleed. Every time she heard the wood penetrate the air, she tensed her back, and sucked in a breath when the cane hit her skin. She had lost count, her mind overwhelmed by pain, her core painfully tight with arousal that was just growing tenfold; and she knew by now that her skin was glowing a beautiful shade of red. She was holding fast still, not making a noise apart from her harsh breathing. It seemed to last an age, and it was too short all at once, when the beating finally stopped. Her nipples were hard, her skin was sweaty, and her cunt was eager to receive stimulation. She knew that a simple touch could make her orgasm. She was so close, so very close, her body strung up on the pain, on the feeling of Maleficent punishing her for her behaviour, for her indiscretions. She was breathless, she was a mess, and suddenly fingers slipped inside her folds, and she couldn't help but deeply moan. Her ass was smacked, and she gasped, eyes wide open. "Ha! M-Mistress, please!"

The fingers were not moving, and it was a new form of torture that she did not think she could bear. She was shaking, almost fighting her restrains to move her hips, to impale herself on those delicious fingers. "Please what?" The voice was low, a little more than a growl, and she knew that her mistress was just as aroused as she was. She panted, whimpering in sudden shame when she realised that Maleficent would make her beg like the slut she was.

"Please let me come, please! Mistress!" The fingers barely moved, scissoring inside her and stretching her lightly. She bit her lip, grabbing on to her restrains until her knuckles were white.

"Not yet." She could imagine her smile, deadly and furious, when suddenly the fingers moved rapidly, stimulating her G-spot without mercy. She felt her core explode with arousal, flying so close to her orgasm, even though she had not be given permission. The stimulation was too much though, and she was helpless to stop it. The Dragon seemed to sense it and she took her finger away, slapping her ass again. "I said, not yet."

Regina whined, panting, barely able to breathe enough not to pass out. She was shaking with need. She didn't think she could hold on much longer, but she wanted Maleficent to forgive her, she wanted to be her good girl again. She knew she had to take her punishment, no matter how hard it was. And the Dragon was not stupid, she knew that Regina always found holding orgasms to be difficult. She knew that the Queen had so little self-control that she couldn't help herself; and she knew that she would have to train her again, like she did all those years ago, to answer and respond only to her touch, and to her voice. She would make her the submissive little bitch that she was once again, no matter how long it would take.

"If you're not capable of obeying me, then what is the point of all of this? Do you actually want to be a good girl again?" This type of manipulation was low, but Regina fell for it as she did once upon a time. She was almost frantic, trying to get to see the Sorceress, twisting her neck with no result. She nodded, incapable of forming a coherent sentence, especially now that the other woman's fingers were resting lightly on her clit. "Alright. You'll only come when I tell you to, and right now, you are not allowed."

The fingers forced themselves inside her again, three delicate fingers, that stretched her cunt shamelessly. Maleficent was working her towards something that they rarely indulged themselves with, that always left Regina shaking and screaming. The Queen was doing her best to stay in control, which was failing very fast. Her body was strung up, coiled tight with arousal, and yet, as if magically stopped, she could not reach orgasm. A fourth finger was added, and for a second, it was almost too much. She gasped, her back tensing, and the Dragon stopped all movement, waiting for the Queen to get a hold of herself. When she was calm again, or something that resembled calm, she continued to stretch her, slowly and methodically. Her fingers were coated with her arousal, and she knew that if Maleficent kept going, she would probably die with her orgasm. Her heart was beating out of her chest, and her skin was flushed with the loveliest shade of pink.

When she tucked her thumb inside her palm, and stretched her wide enough to fit her fist into her, the world seemed to stop. She couldn't breathe, and the pain in her cunt was so delicious, that she could barely resist the urge to come. The Dragon was smiling, her hand hotly encased in fluttering flesh. It took only a slight twist of the Sorceress' wrist, pressing harshly against her G-spot, and fighting her orgasm was becoming painful. Still, she had no choice, and she tensed. She felt the Dragon against her back, bending over her, and a hand soon joined the other, grazing her clit lightly. "I want you to come, and I want you to come hard."

It only took a slight pressure, a twist, and she was crashing. She squirted, soaking Maleficent's wrist with it, and she simply couldn't stop shaking. Her body was in shock, not comprehending the amount of stress it had been put through, nor why the release felt so, so good. She was seeing stars, completely torn apart by the powerful waves of sexual release that were flooding her. Worse, the Sorceress had not stopped her stimulation, and a first orgasm became a second, and finally a third, so shocking that she fell limp against the spanking bench. She could barely breathe, unable to get over the terrible sensation that had ripped her apart. Her throat was raw from her cries, and she was incapable of formulating a thought.

"Good girl." The praise made her flush all over, and if she wasn't so done for, she would have been aroused all over again. She simply moaned, almost shyly, a smile on her face. The Dragon slowly retracted her hand, stretching the skin one last delicious time. A snap of her fingers, and the restrains disappeared. Slowly, carefully, she grabbed Regina, and tenderly carried her to bed. She waved a hand at herself, and she was just as naked as her lover. She pulled Regina's body against her own, hugging her waist and kissing her brow. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mistress … Thank you." The Dragon hummed, and she traced her black lashes with a finger, relishing in the breath intake that followed.

"Have you learned your lesson, pet?" Regina kissed her jaw, biting it slightly, and she pressed her thighs together, still raw and yet becoming aroused once again.

"I have, Mistress." Maleficent looked at her, slightly raising her brow, as if sceptical. She made a sound of approval, and turned Regina on her back, climbing on her hips. She took her wrists in her hands, placing them above her head, and she tied them with a wave of her fingers. The Queen gulped in silence, and the Dragon smiled.

"Mmh. I suppose you deserve a reward. You did take your punishment well." Regina felt excited all over again. It was a treat that she hadn't had in over thirty years, and even before that, it wasn't often that Maleficent allowed her to taste her cunt. Going down on the Sorceress was so rare that it always was enough to get the Queen going all over again. She parted her lips, eager, and the Dragon chuckled, slowly climbing her pet's body. It took only a second to settle her knees on each side of her face, and she lowered herself, just as eager to feel Regina's tongue on her. The little slut was gifted, especially knowing that she didn't get to do it often. "No teasing." She warned, and all bets were off.

Regina couldn't help but stare at the soaked folds, impressed and amazed that she had had such an effect on the Sorceress. It was flattering, and she simply couldn't wait another second. She pressed her mouth on her, and moaned at the taste. She ate her pussy desperately, as if it was the air she breathed, and her enthusiasm was such that Maleficent grabbed her hair to control her. It didn't help Regina's arousal, to be in her Mistress' complete control, and she fought against her restrains, desperate to touch the other woman. She wanted to grab her hips, and force her down deeper on her tongue. As if reading her mind, the Dragon rose to her knees, breathing slowly, trying to calm herself, while forcing Regina's head away. She dropped her eyes to her pet, and the Queen stared back, half of her face wet with the other woman's arousal. Maleficent groaned, and almost pulled the head back in place, but she couldn't, not yet. Regina was looking so wanton, so needy, and it was rushing her to her orgasm. "Beg."

"Mistress, please!" Regina didn't wait for a second, desperate to have her back on her tongue, to taste her again, to feel her come undone against her tongue, and soak her with her come. She licked her lips, staring right back at the Dragon, trembling under the intense gaze.

"Please what?" She was being cruel with herself, but Maleficent found that she needed to hear it, needed to see those dirty lips utter the words.

"Please let me eat your cunt, Mistress!" She groaned again, and dragged suddenly the ex-Mayor's head right back to work. She was as eager as ever, stiffly tonguing her clit, and sucking on her folds, moving her head just so. It was delicious, so delicious to find her so excited at the idea of eating pussy. She settled lower on her knees, almost suffocating the Queen with her folds, and it made her arousal grow tenfold. She started to move her hips against her mouth, literally fucking her face, so much closer to orgasm than ever before. But she retreated again, trying to make her fall last longer, and she was panting, watching Regina's face once again, seeing her lick eagerly at her own lips.

"Gods, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you? So eager to be eating pussy." She slapped her suddenly, though non-painfully, before settling on her face one last time. She let the focused tongue concentrate on her clit, the organ bringing her with a dozens of precise flicks on the doors of heaven. She tightened her grip on her hair, pressing her completely against her folds. "Bite my clit." She finally managed to say, and the second the teeth closed on her, she came in a deep growl. She shuddered almost violently, pushing her away after a delicious second, and she collapsed on the bed, breathing in deeply. She took a moment to herself, before rising again, and waving her clothes back on her skin.

"Mal?" Came the tentative question, and she looked at Regina, raising her brow. The Queen stared right back, half of her face shining with her fluids. She licked her lips, pressing her thighs together. She had a feeling that she would be left unsatisfied on the bed, and she was ready to beg for another release, as painful as it might be.

"I better not catch you again with the Saviour, Regina. I might not be so lenient next time." The Queen gulped, and she shook her head slightly, pulling on her wrists.

"Maleficent —"

"You're mine, Regina, and you'd do well to remember that." A second later, she disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving the Queen swearing to herself.

I might be going to continue writing this, though you should know that if I do continue, it will still be porn without plot. I mean, what do you need plot for when you only wish to write those two lovely ladies naked in bed together?
Let me know if you're interested in a possible next chapter, knowing that I am open to writing most kinks, if you'd like to read anything specific.

'till next time!