A/N1: We continue right where the last chapter left off. Trigger warnings for a brief scene of mother/daughter incest, more magic penis, emotional trauma and manipulation, and more dirty talk.
Emma gently guided Regina to the bed and indicated for her to lie down. As she settled between the older woman's legs, she had to work hard to keep her mask in place. If she faltered now, it could throw everything off.
"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"
Regina nodded, opening her body and soul completely.
"Answer me," Emma growled. "Tell me what you want me to do, baby."
"Please," Regina nearly sobbed. "Please fuck me hard. I need to feel your cock inside me."
Trailing kisses from Regina's breasts to her jaw, Emma nuzzled against the older woman's cheek. "Will you scream for me, baby?"
"I'll do anything," Regina panted, somehow managing to keep her body still against her lover's rocking hips.
Emma slowly guided her cock through the ample wetness she found before slowly pushing inside. Both women moaned loudly at the feeling as Emma's full length filled Regina.
"Please," Regina begged, her voice raw.
Placing both hands next to Regina's head, Emma started thrusting slowly, always start slowly, until the other woman's moans turned to screams. Emma watched how Regina closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side, fighting with her inner demons like she did every time they did this. With every thrust, the older woman let out a loud cry, tendons in her neck bulging, the vein on her forehead threatening to pop. Emma kept her steady pace, long hard strokes. She could feel the walls around her cock tightening. They had never gone this far without having to use the safe word.
As the universe would have it, Regina's eyes suddenly flew open, locking to those of her lover.
"Alqua," Regina whispered, and time seemed to freeze. Emma stopped moving, both women held their breath. Regina waved her hand and Emma's eyes widened almost comically.
"Don't move," Regina breathed. "I'm so close."
Emma's arms were trembling as Regina rolled her hips against the cock inside of her that had now doubled in width. This was ultimately the goal they were building up to, and also the first time they were able to reach it.
Both women froze at the single word that spilled across Regina's lips as she experienced the biggest orgasm in her life.
Before Emma could comprehend what was going on, she was being shoved backwards roughly, the magic cock had disappeared and so had Regina. After the slamming of the bathroom door, Emma was left in stunned silence, her breathing uneven. She could hear Regina sobbing above the sound of running water.
She had no idea how to handle this situation, so she waited. After what felt like hours, Regina finally returned to the bedroom, avoiding Emma's eyes. This time it was because of guilt and shame.
"Regina, I-"
"Please don't say anything," Regina pleaded. "Please don't hate me."
Emma immediately stood to wrap Regina in her arms. "I could never hate you. I love you so much baby."
Regina stiffened. "Don't call me that. Not now."
Placing a tender kiss to the other woman's forehead, Emma felt her own tears threatening to spill. "What do you need?"
"Just hold me," Regina sniffed. "And don't let go."
Emma guided them to the bed, never loosening her tight grip on the crying woman in her arms. Positioning herself on her back, Emma pulled Regina's body on top of her own, knowing that this comforted the older woman.
Regina hid her face in the crook of Emma's neck, trying to get her breathing back to normal. "Tell me I'm not broken," she said so quietly that Emma almost didn't hear it.
Without waiting for an answer, Regina let out a chuckle so despondent that it chilled both women to the core. "You can't do that without lying to me, can you?"
"No, I can't," Emma admitted in defeat. "But I'm just as broken."
They stayed like this until they fell asleep, both plagued by the demons they tried to run from. In sleep, Regina rolled to the other side of the bed, curling so tightly around herself that it seemed like she would never be able to straighten her body out again, while Emma buried her head under as many pillows as she could find, trying to drown out the voices that wouldn't stop pestering her.
So much for date night.
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Cora roughly grasped her daughter's face. "You insolent little girl! You should be grateful for all I've done for you."
Biting back a sob, Regina could only nod. This was a battle she had already lost. Daniel was dead and nothing would change her feelings toward Leopold and his brat of a daughter, and there was no way she was getting out of marrying the much older man.
Standing in the wedding gown with three servants fussing around to witness the outburst, Regina felt shame and humiliation oozing out of her every pore.
"Leave us," Cora commanded and the servants scurried away. "Darling," she started sweetly. "You will be the Queen soon. You need to learn to control your temper, at least in front of others."
Regina was shaking, her fists clenched. Still, she said nothing. Cora's fingernails bit into her cheeks.
"Now be a good girl and find that darling Snow White and show her around the stables. I'm sure you can cure her of her fear, you did save her life after all. You'll be a wonderful mother to her." With that, Cora drew her daughter's face to her own and forced her tongue into Regina's mouth. The younger woman was frozen in place, paralyzed with anger and hatred towards her mother.
With an obscene sound, Cora pulled away. "I'm going to miss you," she sighed. Her grip loosened on Regina's face, almost turning into a caress but not quite. "But this is what's best for you, baby."
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Regina awoke from the nightmare, her whole body in pain from being curled up around herself. She slowly stretched out, wiping away fresh tears. The memory of her mother tasted bitter in her mouth. She cast a glance at Emma who was still buried in her pillows. With a sigh, Regina made her way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
She felt dirty, tainted by her past and the fact that she could not get rid of it. Scrubbing herself raw, Regina briefly considered talking to Archie, but scoffed at herself. She knew deep down that her pride wouldn't allow it. Emma, of course, knew most of it. But there would always be those parts that Regina would never be able to share.
She felt ashamed for not being able to tell Emma the truth about the scar on her lip, fabricating an elaborate lie about a fight she had with Maleficent once. Regina knew Emma had her secrets too. They had shared so much over the past few years, but with almost three lifetimes worth of tragedy between them, how could one ever open up to the other completely?
A/N2: This was a tough chapter to write, and the next one gets even darker. What word do ya'll think Regina cried out? "Alqua" is the Sindarin word for 'swan', because Elvish.