Rated M now.
The queen slowly circled her, inspecting the dark armor embedded with her own insignia, symbolizing who the knight fought for. Who she belonged to.
Her hand pressed to the Emma's chest plate, wisps of magic trailing from her fingers to seep into the knight. Emma's head fell back as she breathed in deep, feeling the magic consuming her.
The queen took no chances with Emma. Though the Dark Knight was infamous- known as the most fierce, fearless, vicious and ruthless killer- Regina still refused to take any risks with her.
Emma was not just her most prized possession. She was her heart. Her love. Her happiness. And she would be protected at all costs.
Even if Emma was more than capable of handling herself.
Once the enchantment was complete, the queen stood back to admire her knight once more.
Just the knight's posture alone screamed victory. The confidence in her stance. The smirk on her face. Emma knew she would win. She would never fail her queen.
"Well, my dear. Today is the day." Regina stood directly in front of her. Bringing her hands to strong shoulders before sliding down to her chest.
"Yes, my Queen." Emma replied dutifully, always the loyal knight. Regina smiled and brought her hand to the soft skin of Emma's cheek caressing lightly.
Emma's body held it's strong stance, but her entire being warmed at the touch.
"What is your objective?" Regina lifted Emma's chin to hold her gaze. Emma's eyes were bright with excitement.
"Enter, destroy, capture, return." She stated simply, her lips trying not to smile.
"Because I want them brought to me…?" She lifted an eyebrow.
"Alive." Emma nearly snarled, but Regina nodded her approval.
"Very good, Emma. And why is that?"
"Because death is too kind a fate."
"Exactly. What do they deserve, Emma?" Regina leaned closer, watching Emma intently.
"Pain. Torture. Suffering. Blood."
"Yes." Regina's smile was nearly manic.
"I will not fail."
"That's right. You won't."
Regina slid her hand to grip the back of Emma's neck and jerked her the remaining distance, her lips colliding with the young knight's hard enough to bruise.
Emma returned the roughness in full, her hands grasping at her Queen's waist, fingers fisting the material of her gown as her tongue forced it's way past Regina's lips.
Regina loved the strength Emma possessed all on her own. She needed no magic to match the queen and Regina loved it.
She bit hard at Emma's lip, fighting back to regain control. Her knight was in no way passive though, and without warning, lifted the queen from the ground, giving her only seconds to comprehend the change before she was falling back onto her throne behind her.
Emma smiled down at her, relishing in the moment with the woman who owned her heart. And protected it well.
It was time to move, but Regina would not give up the moment. Not as Emma slipped back from her. Not when she knelt before her, as a loyal knight should. Not when the blonde was lifting her dress and covering the newly exposed flesh with her lips.
Regina smirked and ran her fingers through the deceivingly soft hair. When Emma moved further up her thigh, she moved her hand over top Emma's head and encouraged her further.
Blood could wait. This couldn't.
Emma paused as she slipped her hands under Regina's thighs and smiled up at her queen. Regina locked eyes with her, loving the fire and passion burning there. Emma wanted blood. But she wanted this more. Needed it.
"Come tomorrow, you will have your greatest desires, my Queen. Right now, I will have mine." Emma's voice dropped before she gripped Regina's legs roughly and lunged forward.
The queen gasped as Emma's tongue reached her. She threw her head back as the Knight lapped at the Queen's center, drinking the proof of her real desires. The knight herself.
Though she wanted their blood. Their heads. Their lives. The queen wanted this as well. She wanted her knight. Her love. Her happy ending.
As the darkened knight drank from her, Regina's head thrown back as she held Emma as close as possible, she smiled.
She won.
She had Emma. She had love. She had pleasure. She had nearly everything.
Tomorrow, she would have them as well.
Emma's tongue thrusted in. Her blood pounded in her ears. Slammed through her veins. The same blood that ran through their enemy.
That wouldn't deter her though. She would spill their blood on the very steps she knelt on now, in front of her queen as she was now, though giving the woman a very different kind of pleasure.
Tomorrow, their blood. Today, hers.
Her blood pounded harder as she lapped at her Queen's center. Her one and only goal to bring pleasure to her queen in any and every way.
Tomorrow them. Today her.
When Emma felt the Queen shaking against her, the grip in her hair tightening and the scream erupting between luscious lips, Emma felt victory.
Tomorrow them. Today her.
She never failed. She would never fail.
Today, it was her blood pounding, running rapid and wild. Tomorrow, it would be theirs.
