DOQ Week Day 5: Teach Me

I skipped 4 because nothing I thought of was good enough, sorry guys, but I've got Day 5 here for ya... rated M!

Let me know what you think!


"Just like that," he rasps, "can you feel it?"

"It's so tight," Mal says in response, her breathing faltering slightly.

Robin's hands run up her sides and over her shoulders, brushing away blonde curls in a long, lingering caress that makes the dragon shiver while the Queen —Regina, she's Regina now, too— watches them. She can see Mal is trying to focus, trying to keep her grip on the bow she's holding while Robin corrects her stance from behind her, whispers instructions in her ear.

But Regina has been on the receiving end of his teachings, she knows exactly how it feels to have him there, solid and warm at her back, his lips tickling her skin as he speaks.

"Steady, steady," he tells her, his voice dripping with the sexual tension between them. Regina knows how much he likes this, how much he enjoys the teasing, the pressing of bodies together as they get to know a powerful weapon.

It had been a surprise to see Maleficent in this world. They'd happened upon her fortress a month into their new life, had found her young and attractive as always, enjoying a life of riches and magic and isolation, playing around with that unicorn of hers and shooting purple lightning bolts from her scepter at intruders. She'd welcomed Regina, though, embraced her and heard her story over wine and a decadent meal, while Robin had watched from his own chair, sipping on ale and shifting his eyes from one woman to the other.

Too much alcohol and the high of a second chance had landed all three of them in the plush bed in Maleficent's chambers. Regina, in a move so unlike her queenly nature, had surrendered to it all. To the wandering hands and heady kisses, the wet touch of Mal's tongue on her nipples while Robin pounded into her. It had been a night worth repeating, and they had. Over and over for the following week.

And then they just... never left.

It's been a year, and here they are, welcoming the first breath of spring with a picnic and an archery lesson. She's in brown leather trousers, a matching vest over naked skin, and a richly embroidered overcoat in brown and charcoal grey. Not exactly as lavish and expensive as her regal attire used to be, but comfortable enough to ride and explore the forest with Robin, an activity she's grown quite fond of.

Mal's giggle brings her out of her momentary reverie, and Regina notices that now Robin's hands have lost all pretense of teaching, and are instead fondling Mal's breasts from behind her, his lips on her neck as Mal tries —and fails— to keep the bow drawn and ready.

"I told you to keep it steady," he chides her, making Regina smile deviously. Her arms are crossed over her chest, leaning her shoulder against a tree as she observes and says nothing.

"See something you like, your majesty?" Robin asks when he catches the dark glint in her eye.

Her teeth bite into her lower lip, a move she knows drives him wild, but she's not within his reach, so all he can do is groan into Maleficent's skin, his forehead falling on her shoulder.

"You're a good teacher," she tells him, unsurprised at the low, sensual quality of her own voice. She wants him. Them. Here and now.

But her words offer more than seduction, they offer a true compliment, and he sees it, takes it for what it is, bowing his head in a silent thank-you, a wordless reassurance that there's more here than just sex and a comfortable life.

There's feelings here, feelings they haven't dared put a name to yet, but they are present nonetheless. And they shine through even in naughty, playful moments like this one.

They're interrupted when the arrow flies out of the bow, landing just a tiny bit to the left of the bullseye.

"He really is," Mal agrees then, looking at her arrow on the target with a pleased smile. She presses her back further into Robin's chest, lets her head drop far back enough so that their lips can meet. The kiss is slow and deliberate, tongues tangling and teasing, giving Regina a bit of a show.

It's an invitation, and she'd be crazy to refuse.

Mal's skin is always warm to the touch, smooth alabaster in color and texture, but warm, a trait of the dragon in the woman, just as the blue of her eyes remain a trait of the woman in the dragon when she transforms.

Gorgeous.

Regina realizes Robin breathes the word just as she thinks it, his hands still playing with Mal's breasts, diving into her cleavage and bringing the swells out for his perusal.

She joins them then, kisses Robin just over Mal's shoulder, a heated thing that ends far too quickly for her liking, but then he's moving all three of them to that tree Regina had just been standing by, and the protest dies on her lips.

Mal moans into her neck, laving her tongue there in a wet line that cools on her skin when the air touches it. She moans at the sensation, arching her back a little, her own breasts craving attention.

Robin knows her body better than anyone by now. Even better than Mal. He's explored every inch of it with his tongue, his hands, found every erogenous zone in her, and he takes advantage of that as he undresses her, tickling his fingers over that spot just below her navel that makes her squirm.

"Mmm, Robin," she lets out into Mal's shoulder, her own hands ridding the blonde beauty of her violet dress, ripping fabric and throwing it to the floor. Robin, for his part, is breathing heavily as he rolls his hips slowly into Mal's ass, kissing down her back.

His hand drops then, and Regina knows exactly what it is he's doing when Mal lets out a little cry of pleasure. His fingers are on her, probably rubbing in those quick little circles that never fail to bring the seductive sorceress before her to her knees.

She doesn't, though, doesn't fall to her knees just yet, and instead sucks harder at Regina's nipples, swirls her tongue around one pert bud and then the other, moaning at the taste of her.

"So wet already," Robin whispers seductively, "I should give you archery lessons more often."

His hand picks up the pace as he continues to kiss whatever bit of Mal he can reach, sinking his teeth into the crook of Mal's neck. Regina whimpers at the incredibly sensual gesture, stretches an arm and brings him to her, kissing him wildly when he stands beside her.

They both have their backs resting on the giant tree, tongues playing as mouths suck and kiss and bite, and now Maleficent is on her knees at last, waving her hand to rid them all of their clothes, grasping Robin's erection in her hand and pumping him a few times. He grunts, thrusts his hips involuntarily, and curses when Mal closes her lips around the tip of him and sucks.

He's kissing Regina then, hard and needy, moving one hand to pinch and roll a nipple between thumb and index while Mal remains below, teasing his cock with her mouth.

Regina feels a hand between her legs then, and breaks out of the kiss with a gasp, finding Mal's fingers poised on her clit, rubbing and stoking her arousal while her lips continue to work Robin over.

"Let me taste her," he growls at Mal, who gives him one last, deep-throating suck and rises. She presents her wet fingers to him, and moans when he sucks them into his mouth.

Regina pants as she watches him, gasps at the deep Mmm he lets out. And then he's letting Mal's hand fall out of his mouth, moving so that she can take his place against the tree, taking him in as he sinks to his knees before them.

His lips are on Regina then, closing around her clit and sucking hard.

"Fuck!" she yells, her hand tangling in his hair, keeping him right where she wants him as he flicks his tongue against her.

She hears a low cry of Aah! next to her, and turns to find Mal writhing under his attentions, too. His hand is between her legs now, circling around her clit and pushing a finger in slowly. Regina watches, lets the sight of him bringing Mal pleasure warm up her body further. Every thrust of his hand into Mal follows the tempo of his flat licks on Regina's clit, and it's hot, that he's getting them off with the same rhythm, the same slow pulses of tongue and fingers.

Mal kisses her, sloppy and wet, and Regina basks in it. She kisses back with fervor, runs her tongue over Mal's and sucks at it a little, hearing Robin's groan from below when he looks up at them.

"Fucking gorgeous," he breathes.

"Don't stop," she answers, and uses the grip she has on his hair, which had gone lax at the dragon's distracting kiss, to move him back to her sex, moaning into Mal's mouth when Robin sucks at her again.

She's throbbing, needy, desperate for him, for his tongue inside her, for his cock.

Mal is, too, because she breaks out of the kiss and whispers, "Harder."

Robin obeys, lets a second finger join his ministrations and thrusts faster into her, harder, like she asked, and Regina can tell the exact moment he hits that spot that drives Mal crazy when she cries out in ecstasy.

He's distracted by Mal now, his mouth moving away from Regina's clit as he stares at the blonde sorceress in awe, enjoying every look, every gasp he can draw out of her. He likes to hear her, Regina knows, and she can't blame him. Hearing Mal come is exquisite, and she's not about to deprive him of that right now.

So she watches, even moves to help, kneading Mal's breasts and rubbing her thumb over a nipple, leaning down to suck at the other, delighting in the strangled little whimper that tumbles out of her.

Robin slams his fingers harder into Mal, licks his lips as he looks up at them, his eyes locking with Regina's as they both do their best to make the mighty dragon scream her pleasure.

"You're so close," he tells her, "I can feel it. You like this, don't you? Like my fingers inside you."

And then he's diving in, licking her clit as those fingers move faster, wet little sounds erupting and filling the air as Mal gets louder and louder, rolling her hips into his hand and moving a hand down to his hair, pulling hard as she uses the other one to bring Regina closer.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," Mal breathes, Regina's tongue moving faster over her nipples as Robin's hand fucks her deeper. "Love your tongue like that, Regin— fuck, Robin, your fingers feel— Shit! Mmmh, just like that, don't stop, don't stop, don't—"

She comes with a high pitched scream, soaks Robin's face and chest with the gushing force of her orgasm. He rubs a hand over her clit in quick strokes to prolong the wet little spurt she's giving him, moaning at the sight and licking at her again and again when her orgasm stops gushing (they both love making Mal squirt, love to watch her as she writhes with pleasure for them), until Mal pushes him away with a breathy laugh, hooking that hand on his chin and bringing him up, kissing him fiercely.

Regina runs a hand over Robin's naked body, now that it's so close to her, lets her fingers trail over his abs, down his ribcage, up again over his back, and down once more to his ass, kneading there for a moment. She remembers when they'd first met, back in Storybrooke over a year ago now, and she'd made him dig a hole in the middle of the forest instead of using her magic, just so she could stare at the firm muscles, wishing all the while that she could touch.

She can touch now, and she doesn't waste a minute. She promised she wouldn't.

Her hand lingers there, moves from one cheek to the other before it heads back up. Robin moves away from Mal to kiss Regina now, and the taste of both of them on her tongue is intoxicating. The smoky sweetness of Mal mixes with the spice of Robin's own flavor, making Regina moan into his mouth.

"Fuck me," she tells him, and he grunts and moves his hands over her almost possessively as Mal mutters encouraging words. She tells them she wants to watch them, wants to touch them while they bring each other to completion, and the thought alone has Regina growing even wetter.

Mal's hands are on her hair, moving it back, away from her neck so that Robin can kiss the skin there. Regina had long ago cut the exaggeratedly long mane, but it still reaches past her shoulders, long enough to swish over her back in gentle waves when Mal lets the heavy tresses fall, her hand now busy playing with her breasts.

The dragon situates herself just behind her, so that her back presses into her chest instead of the harsh wood of the tree trunk. She presses closer, kisses her cheek from behind her and mutters, "I want him to take you like this, while I hold you and tell you how beautiful you both look."

Regina's answer is a muffled Mmmnah! that makes Robin lean in and kiss her, his tongue wet and warm against hers.

"That's it," Mal coaxes, moving her hands in slow caresses over Regina's body and then Robin's, touching wherever she can reach. When the kiss breaks, Regina notices a bit of a desperation in Mal's attempt to feel them, and it strikes something within her, has her growing needier, more primal in her desire.

"Do as she says, Robin," she tells her soul mate. "Fuck me in her arms."

He groans at that, and buries his face between her breasts, kissing and lapping at each nipple in turn while Mal runs her fingers over his hair, whispering how sexy he looks, how much she wants to see him come.

Regina loops her arms around his neck just as his swoop down and hoist her up. She leans back into Mal, feels her lips dot kisses on her cheeks, her neck, and moans as she wraps her legs around Robin's waist. The tip of his cock bumps against where she wants him, and just that tiny bit of contact has her crying out her need for him.

"Now, Robin," she whimpers.

And then his hand is down between them, giving himself a few long strokes as he runs his tip over her clit in teasing little passes. Regina is about to scream her frustration when he finally pushes into her in one smooth stroke.

Mal's arms are wrapped around her middle, one hand or the other occasionally moving up to toy with her nipples in that way Regina loves. Robin starts moving then, pulling out slowly, until just the tip of him is the only thing that remains inside her... and thrusts back in deep, angling himself just enough to hit that spot inside her firmly.

"Yes!" Regina shouts, bouncing into Mal behind her as Robin pistons in and out of her, his hands gripping her waist as Mal's continue to knead at her breasts.

The queen lets her eyes close, lets herself feel and enjoy having a dragon and a thief drawing every drop of pleasure out of her. Robin's grunts and moans are guttural and low, his voice a gravelly, raspy thing as he tells her how good she feels, how wet she is, how fucking perfect.

"Faster," she hears Mal say behind her, a command that Robin obeys just as the sorceress teasingly asks, "Isn't that how you like it, Regina?" and all she can do is nod eagerly.

She's warm, so warm where Mal touches her, the heat of her skin seeping into hers as Robin continues to pound into her, cursing and gasping all the while. And then Mal's hands drop to meet Robin's at her waist, and she begins to undulate Regina's body, starts to guide her hips into slow circles that have her taking his cock in deeper, have him hitting that spot inside her over and over without fail.

"Yes, that's it, dearest," the dragon whispers in her ear, "Just like that?" and Regina all but wails an affirmative as she gyrates her hips again, again, a little faster this time.

"Fuuuck!" Robin shouts, "So good, Regina, so good. So close."

"Are you gonna come inside her, Robin?" Mal asks, and there's a hint of longing there, of her ardent desire to see that, to feel Regina as she comes apart in her arms, and yes, Regina realizes, that's exactly what she wants.

"Shit," he says, "Mal, she feels— oh, fuck, I love it when you do that, babe," he interjects when Regina's hips roll again to meet his next thrust, "can feel all of you so wet and tight around me. Do it again."

Her hips obey, and her eyes close as pleasure blooms inside her, mounting and mounting.

Mal moves a hand to her clit, circling two of her fingers over it. It's awkward due to the angle, but it does the job, has Regina writhing in their hold. Robin fucks her harder at her hollered request of More! and not four thrusts later she's coming, screaming her orgasm as Mal rubs her clit faster, accelerating and heightening the sensation of pure pleasure coursing through her.

Robin moans loudly when her movements make her squeeze around him, and Regina runs her tongue over her lips, sinks her teeth into her lower one as she rides those last few ripples of pleasure.

He gives her a few more hard raps, their skin slapping at the harsh contact, and then he follows her over the edge, panting as he comes in in quick bursts of liquid heat inside her.

She doesn't see Mal's hand move, but smoke envelops them in seconds, dissipating only when the dragon's magic has deposited all three of them on her bed, sated and warm in each other's arms, the bow and arrow forgotten down in the castle grounds.

Hands wander and lips plant little kisses as their limbs tangle together. Regina ends up nestled in the middle, with Mal pressing her naked breasts into her own. Robin is just behind her, kissing her shoulder and pushing her dark locks aside so he can taste the skin of her neck.

"That," Robin says with an easy smile, leaning in to give Regina another smooch, "was a wonderful lesson."

"We should have archery lessons every single day," Mal agrees with a lazy laugh.

And as she settles down to take a nap with her lovers, with Robin's steady heartbeat thump-thumping at her back, and Mal's warm breath washing over her chest when she snuggles closer, Regina cannot help but agree.