Regina tossed her head back, digging her nails into Robin's shoulders as jolts of pleasure radiated from her groin with every thrust of his cock.

Gasping sharply, she bit her bottom lip between her teeth and came for a third time that night...so hard that her vision grayed and her hands fell limply to her sides. After so many orgasms in a short period of time, her limbs were jelly. She couldn't have kept herself upright even if she tried.

Luckily, even though he was just as worked up as her, Robin held her tightly, keeping her upright and straddling his lap. His breath came out in hot pants against her ear, giving away how aroused he was, but his arms remained steadily wrapped around her.

Bless the strength of a longbowman, she thought to herself with a smile as she moved her exhausted limbs around his shoulders.

At the movement, he groaned loudly and gripped her skin tightly...very tightly. Hard enough to be a little bit painful, in fact.

"Careful," she warned, voice dry from heavy breathing.

He didn't seem to hear her, however. Instead he buried his face in her neck, his fingernails digging into her skin.

She winced, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair and pull his head up to meet her eyes.

"I expect your attention when I speak to you, thief," she reprimanded.

"Sorry," he whispered, taking a few breaths, "Sorry, my queen."

Loosening her grip, Regina studied him for a moment. He was flushed all the way down his chest, eyes watering slightly, and he looked like he was in pain. Which he, no doubt, was after she'd kept him from reaching climax for so long.

Before going through with this, she'd done some research ahead of time to make sure it wouldn't do him any lasting damage. Definitely an embarrassing subject to be caught studying by Rumple's little wifey. Luckily, she hadn't seemed interested in making a big deal of it.

She wasn't quite sure what he got out of this, but, when she brought up the subject, he'd seemed as eager to try it as he had the first time she suggested in it Camelot.

Staring into his eyes, she matter-of-factly shared her observation that he looked like he was in pain.

"Yes," he gasped, dropping his head to her shoulder again, "Oh Gods, yes."

Frowning, she tapped his chin with the point of her nail to get his attention.

"Too much?" she asked.

He was too busy gasping for breath to answer.

"Robin, look at me," she ordered gently, "Breathe slowly."

She stared into his eyes, resting her forehead against his until he'd sufficiently calmed down.

"I'm alright," Robin finally answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my queen."

Chuckling, she brushed her hand through his hair, "You're doing so well."

This was something else she'd figured out that he liked. Praise. Specifically, he liked hearing that he gave her pleasure.

As she stroked his hair, Regina had to bite her lip to avoid laughing out loud, and ruining the mood. Her honorable thief...a baffling, or her perhaps perfect, mix of generosity and boastfulness.

"You make me feel so good," she said into his ear, "I came so hard with that last one."

He sighed at the words and gripped her hips, but not too hard this time.

"What about you, hmm?" she purred, playfully trailing her fingers along his jaw, "Should I lift the spell? Do you deserve your pleasure too?"

His eyes were glassy as he looked up at her and said without hesitation, "Whatever my queen wishes."

Regina's breath caught in her throat at the words. He was hard and buried deep inside her, and her inner muscles were tired and overworked but she still felt her core attempt to clench in approval.

The more noticeable sensation, however, came from her heart. The trust...the total acceptance in his words and expression.

Drawing in a breath she rumbled, "Good boy."

Tapping his shoulder, she commanded, "Turn us over."

It was a relief to settle back into the mattress as he flipped them over and lowered her back onto the sheets.

"Okay, thief," Regina said, flicking her wrist to remove the spell that kept him from reaching orgasm, "Do you want me?"

"So much," he answered, lips trailing absently up her collarbone.

"Take me then," she said, "Have as much of me as you want."

He glanced up at her briefly before growling as he grabbed her waist, and pulled her down, hips slamming together as he slid back inside her.

Regina gasped at the sudden joining. She was still wet and aroused enough from their previous activities that the action didn't exactly hurt, but she'd definitely be feeling this tomorrow.

She was prepared for him to take her roughly, and reminded herself not to tense up. He slowed, however, leaning over to gently tap his forehead against hers and meet her gaze so that each other's eyes were all they could see.

"Everything," he said softly.

She could tell it was both a statement and a request. Both asking for, and telling her how much he wanted.

Feeling her eyes prickle and her heart swell in her chest, Regina simply nodded wordlessly.

His eyes slid closed, almost in relief, and he used one hand to hook under her knee and lift her leg upward. Using his hipbone to hook under the back of her thigh, he slung her leg around his back, and began thrusting into her in a fast, but not harsh, pace.

She wasn't much help. All of the muscles that she would have used to meet each thrust were exhausted, so instead she ran her fingernails down his back.

"Yes," she encourage, "Let go for me. I want all of you too, thief."

"I...love you," he groaned out, body shuddering and as he spilled every last drop of himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, breath panting hotly against her ear. His body was heavy and felt slightly crushing, but she tolerated it as he slowly softened and eased wetly out of her. When the pressure began to become uncomfortable, though, she pushed firmly on his shoulder.

"Move over," she urged firmly.

He was exhausted, but did as she said. Lifting himself off her to roll over onto his side of the bed.

Regina smiled. She knew there was a reason she liked this game. It was always nice when people just did as she said!

Lifting her self to sit up, she could already feel the soreness in her abdominal muscles. She winced.

Glancing over at Robin, she studied his face. The flush had receded from his skin, and he lay with his eyes closed contentedly. He'd probably start feeling the after effects soon too. Robin was in good shape, but...neither of them were exactly spring chickens.

Thinking it over, an idea formed in her head.

Drawing up her magic, she focused as purple smoke enveloped them both.

They landed in a warm pool on rough granite rocks. Robin gasped, quickly sitting up after, momentarily, being completely submerged upon arrival.

"Regina!" he grumbled, looking at her in annoyance, "Warn me before you do that!"

"Sorry," she said, apologetically, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," he nodded, brushing his hair out of his face. He glanced around, taking in the small pool, tress, and sky, "What is this place?"

"I'm not sure," she answered, "It corresponds to something from our world, but I don't know what. This sort of hot-spring doesn't naturally occur in this area, from what I understand."

"Pity," he commented, letting himself sink into the water, "It's nice."

Regina smiled. In truth, her first choice would have been the jacuzzi tub in her master bathroom, but her outlaw was the au natural type, so she'd had a hunch he'd like this.

Opening her arms, she requested, "Come here?"

With a grin he slid over to her, and, after a moment of awkward rearranging, they settled in so that she was behind him with his head laying back against her chest.

She leaned into the rocks and let the water's warmth soothe away her aches.

"I love you too, by the way," Regina murmured softly.

Lifting her hand out of the water, Robin wordlessly pressed a kiss to the back of it. The action spoke for itself, however.

She let a content smile cross her lips. In a moment she'd poof them back so that they could get a decent sleep in her nice, comfortable bed, but for now they were simply content to be wrapped up in each other under nighttime stars.

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Well that turned out slightly sappier than I'd planned. Oh well, OQ smut week entries coming up soon!