Consensual parent/child incest. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, Anal sex in this chap.
"Yeah, I'm working on it," Henry grumbled. "My point is, you had the chance and you passed it up, so keep your eyes on her face and we're good. Okay?"
"Whatever you say," David answered, smirking as he walked out the door.
Henry's eyes narrowed, not at all pleased at the response. Closing the door behind the older man, he very deliberately flipped the lock before returning to the study.
Regina was sitting on the center cushion on the couch, topless once more, arms stretched out on either side of her on the back of the couch. When Henry stepped into the room, she tried to hide her smirk by biting her lip.
Henry went from mildly broody to turned on in an instant, and he grinned. "Now that's a sight."
"Well, I thought you might need a mood changer to come back to," she teased, watching him stand by the door. "Now… will you be coming over here, or are you just going to stand there and stare all night?"
"That depends… if I stand and stare, will I get to watch you touch yourself?" Henry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Get your ass over here and please me, Henry. If I wanted to touch myself, I wouldn't have a boyfriend now would I?" she growled.
Chuckling, Henry obeyed, making his way to the couch. "So I'm your boyfriend, huh? Does that make you my girlfriend? Are we gonna go to the movies and make out in the back row? Maybe go for a drive and have sex in the back of my car?" he teased.
"Well then, someone's snarky today," Regina answered, reaching down and beginning to pull his shirt back over her head.
"I learned from the best." Henry reached forward and grabbed the shirt, pulling it off and tossing it away.
"Perhaps, but that doesn't mean you should be using it on me." Reaching forward, Regina grabbed Henry's belt buckle, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his jeans afterward.
"My apologies," Henry replied formally. He leaned over, bracing his hands on the back of the couch and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke. "However can I make it up to you?"
Smirking, Regina unzipped his jeans and pushed them, along with his boxers, off his hips, letting them fall to the floor. "I think you know what I want you to do, Henry," she answered, her voice husky, breath hot against his mouth. She pressed her lips against his and traced his bottom lip with her tongue.
"Mmm," Henry lightly caught her tongue with his teeth. "I think there are many things I could do," he murmured, "so you'll have to be a little more specific."
"Fuck me," she whispered against his mouth.
Henry grinned and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. Once he released it, he added, "Where?"
Biting her lip once more to hide her smirk, she kissed his bottom lip quickly. "Anywhere you want to."
Groaning, Henry kissed her again, firmly. "Then I think we should move this upstairs."
"Oh… all right then, let's do that," Regina said in response. She hooked her arms around Henry's neck and grinned.
Henry smirked and stripped her of her pants and panties before easily picking her up, his hands moving to her ass to support her. One hand, however, moved further, dipping between her thighs. "Mm, so wet already," he murmured as he moved toward the stairs.
Squeezing her legs tighter around him, she tried rubbing her core against his stomach, his hand still slightly in the way. "What can I say… I've been wanting to fuck you all night. Of course I'm wet already," she answered huskily, raising an eyebrow in response.
Henry's response was to lift her higher up his body and slid one finger deep into her heat. Just as quickly, he pulled it back out, dragging her wetness back and swirling his fingertip over the tight entrance of her ass.
Regina moaned, tightening her arms around his neck. "Yes, baby, you want that… don't you? You can't wait to fuck my ass, can you?"
"Seems like we're both anxious for it," Henry pointed out on a groan, slowly pressing his finger inside. As he climbed the stairs, each step jostled her in his arms, making her bounce slightly on his finger.
"Fuck baby, stop walking so slowly," Regina whimpered, wanting him inside of her already. Bending her neck, she latched her mouth onto the muscle connecting his neck and his shoulder, biting and sucking.
Henry groaned a chuckle and asked, "Do you have lube in your room?" Any time he'd used his fingers before, he'd simply used her wetness, but if he was going to actually fuck her ass, that wasn't going to be enough.
"Shit," she groaned, shaking her head. "I don't. I'm sorry," she answered, her eyebrows stitching together.
"That's okay." Henry turned right instead of left at the top of the stairs and carried her into his room. "Looks like we're finally going to christen my bed," he joked, pulling his finger out of her before setting her down on the bed to rummage through a box stashed underneath it. When both hands were back in sight, he held a bottle of lube with a grin on his face.
Looking down curiously, Regina smirked. "What else are you stashing down there?" she teased, laying back on his bed, discreetly smelling his pillow. It didn't smell like him, though. It smelled like laundry soap, and she realized he hadn't actuallyslept in his bed in a month.
"You show me your toy box and I'll show you mine," Henry retorted, chuckling. "But how about we do that later. Right now I think you should get on your hands and knees."
"Demanding," she teased, rolling over and pushing herself up and propping herself up on her hands and knees. Glancing over her shoulder as he moved to the other end of the bed, Regina couldn't help the flutter that shot through her stomach at the excitement of trying something new.
Kneeling behind her, Henry let his gaze roam over her. "Fuck," he muttered, taking a deep breath. Then, remembering, he asked, "Do you want me to use a condom?"
"Your choice… if you don't, pull out, okay baby?" she answered.
"Okay," Henry agreed, nodding. He squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to both spread and warm it. When he touched her ass again, he slid one finger in smoothly and paused for the inevitable spasm.
Regina moaned lightly when Henry pushed his finger in, holding herself still. The excitement she felt was equal with the nervousness and she waited for him to do more. "That's good so far, baby, you can try more."
Henry thrust and curled his finger a few times before slowly pressing a second in and beginning to scissor his fingers inside her.
Eyes fluttering shut, Regina's breath hitched a moment before she evened it back out. It was a strange sensation, and if she was completely honest, it felt pretty good so far.
Drizzling a bit more lube directly onto her, Henry twisted his fingers to spread it around before carefully nudging in with a third finger.
After Henry worked her with three fingers for a minute, Regina nodded. "I think I'm ready," she encouraged.
"Okay." Henry pulled his fingers out and poured lube into his palm, grasping his erection and coating it. Shuffling forward a bit on his knees, he put one hand on his mother's hip, using the other to guide him, slowly pressing the head against her tight entrance.
Squeezing her eyes at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of him first entering her, Regina waited until he was deeper inside of her to move. She whimpered softly, waiting for him to fill her.
"Fuck," Henry breathed, sinking into her slowly until his hips were pressed against the curve of her ass. "Feels so good…"
"Good," Regina breathed, wiggling her ass slowly against him. "Now fuck me."
Groaning, Henry pulled back halfway and thrust forward, beginning a steady rhythm.
Regina reached back with one hand and pulled his right hand around her hip to her front. After he was holding her clit, Regina rocked herself back against him, keeping with the pace he had set.
"God, Mom, your ass is so tight," Henry groaned, rubbing circles over her clit as he thrust into her.
"Yeah baby? You like fucking my ass?" she asked, and the question she posed made her realize that she actually liked it a lot, too.
"Yeah… love your ass… fuck…" Henry moved the hand on her clit down to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside.
"Yes, Henry, gods yes," she moaned. The feeling of him filling her pussy and her ass had her head becoming fuzzy, the sensation was so good.
"You like that, Mom?" Henry rocked his hand in counterpoint to his hips. "You like my cock in your ass and my fingers in your pussy? You feel so fucking good."
"Yes, fuck me harder, Henry," she whimpered, pushing back against him and squeezing her pussy around him.
Henry did as he was asked, moving his hips harder until he was pounding into his mother's ass, his face scrunched in concentration as he fucked her.
Balancing herself on one hand again, Regina moved her hand down her body to rub circles against her clit while Henry fucked her cunt and her ass. "Feels so good," Regina breathed.
"You're gonna come on my cock, aren't you?" Henry grunted. "Tell me when you're gonna come, Mom. I want you to tell me."
"I'm very close baby," she answered. Working her clit faster, Regina's breaths became heavy, moaning and whimpering frequently the closer she got to her finish.
"Don't forget to tell me," Henry reminded. Acting on instinct, he swung his free hand, slapping her ass firmly, then gripping her hip.
"Fuck," Regina hissed. "Baby, yes… again."
A little surprised and undeniably turned on, Henry repeated the gesture, then again, watching with fascination as her skin reddened under his hand. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, fucking her harder.
"I'm gonna come, Henry," Regina cried, squeezing the bed hard under her one hand, still rubbing her clit with the other. Pushing back onto his cock, Regina felt herself tighten around his fingers, her body weakening with her release.
Keeping his fingers inside her, but stilling his hand, Henry slapped her ass once more, groaning, "Fuck… fuck, Mom, so good, gonna come…"
Caught up in the pleasure of the moment, Regina nodded. "Come in my ass baby… it's fine. I want you to come in my ass," she breathed heavily, not having recovered yet from her orgasm.
"Fuuuuck…!" Her words sent Henry over the edge and he spilled into her as his pleasure overwhelmed him. Panting heavily, he moved his arms to either side of her body and half-collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her shoulder.
The weight of his body on hers caused Regina to drop to the bed, Henry falling with her. Laying on her stomach, she pulled his arm around her, gripping his hand and holding it in hers between her breasts.
"I love you," Henry murmured, stringing lazy kisses across her back. "Thank you so much."
"I love you too, baby," she answered, turning her face, not quite able to see him.
Henry shifted his upper body slightly to the side so he could see her face without having to pull out just yet and nuzzled her cheek before pressing their lips together.
Kissing him softly, Regina let herself smile against his mouth, feeling very blissful. She rubbed her nose against his quickly before she rested her head against his.
"I think I wanna stay here forever," Henry mumbled, blinking slowly.
"In my ass, or laying in your bed with me?" Regina asked teasingly.
"Both," he chuckled. "Or maybe just with you in general."
"Well, I'm not sending you away, am I?" Regina whispered, putting her head down on it's side on his pillow.
"No," Henry agreed, his lips grazing the corner of her mouth. "Good thing, too… Pretty sure you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."
Regina chuckled. "Even if we weren't sleeping together… I would never want to get rid of you. You are, and always have been, the single most important person to me," she answered, her tone vulnerable.
Smiling warmly, Henry murmured, "I know. I'm your prince. And other than a year of being a little shit and a year of having no memory of you, you've always been the most important person to me, too. And you always will be. I will never take you for granted like I did when I was a kid."
"You know that year when you didn't want me around… I spent more time in here than I actually care to admit." Regina smiled; it wasn't a happy memory, but the fact that he came back from it, from hating her, was what made her smile. "I used to read your comics. I would sit on your bed, hugging your pillow and read your comics, or go through your schoolwork."
Slowly shifting away so that he could lay on his back and pull her against him, Henry admitted, "One day when I knew you'd be at work, after the curse broke, I snuck into your room and poured some of your perfume on a wash cloth. I kept it under my pillow, because as much as I tried to hate you, you always made me feel safe."
Tears filled her eyes at his confession. She hadn't expected him to actually miss her during that time. Regina had figured he was too busy enjoying his new family to really worry about what or how she was doing. "Even when you were being a brat… you really were always a very sweet person," she marveled.
Henry blushed a little and kissed her. "Sometimes I wish I could take back that time, but I think if I could, I wouldn't appreciate what I have with you. I mean, not just this," he motioned to their naked bodies, "but… everything."
Regina smiled widely. "I don't know if… I don't know if I would have ever changed if you hadn't left," she told him honestly. "If someone never held me accountable, responsible… I'm not sure I would have become who I am now."
"Well I think who you are now is amazing."
"I am who I am now because of you. There really isn't any way around that."
Pulling her closer and tangling their legs together, Henry pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling and murmuring, "I'm the luckiest guy ever."
"You're completely crazy, is what you are," Regina teased, letting herself relax into his hold. Pressing a soft kiss to his chest, she buried herself into him as much as she could.
"Why's that?" Henry chuckled.
"We're both crazy, to be fair." She raised her head, resting her chin on his chest so she could look at him. "Do you think this is going to work out?" Regina choked, then cleared her throat. "Like, really work out. With people letting us be and not constantly judging us, because I just don't see how."
"Mom…" Henry frowned as he considered how to explain his thoughts. "You cursed an entire realm to live in unhappiness for almost thirty years, after, no offense, basically terrorizing them for years. And its taken time and effort, but you've gotten to the place where people respect you and trust you, where you're a part of this town, not simply ruling it. People come to you to help solve their problems, instead of assuming you're the cause of them. So yeah, I do think this will work out. I think it'll be hard, like really hard. More for you than for me, and I'm so sorry for that. But I think if you could show people that you're not the Evil Queen anymore, then we can show them that this is real."
Smiling weakly, Regina pressed several small kisses on his chest before wrapping her hand around his neck and lifting it. She kissed him softly, rubbing the tip of her nose against his when she pulled away. "You're lucky that you're worth it."
"I'm lucky that you consider me worth it," he corrected and kissed her again.
Sighing with a mixture of sadness and pleasure, Regina answered, "You're worth everything."
"It's gonna be okay, Mom," Henry said again. "I've got the heart of the Truest Believer, remember? Besides… when have I been wrong about things working out?"
"You've been very nearly wrong, many times. We just all have happened to get lucky a few times," she confessed. She rested her head back onto his chest, tracing patterns on his stomach with her fingertips.
"Very nearly," he conceded. "But not wrong. Trust me. Trustus."
"I will try to be more optimistic, but I make no promises." Regina closed her eyes and breathed him in, loving the smell that was half her and half his musky soap. "I never want to leave this house again. At least not until it's over. I'm not sure how I'll face them all again. Henry… what if they think so poorly of me that they won't let me see Neal?"
Henry frowned, that thought not having occurred to him. "I hope that no matter what they think about us, they'll accept that you're good with him and he loves you. And Mom…" hesitating, he slowly added, "I still want to go to Granny's for breakfast like normal."
Inhaling sharply, Regina nodded. "Sure," she hesitated, not actually wanting to go, but knowing she'd suffer through anything he wanted.
Bringing one hand to cup her jaw, Henry tilted her head up, meeting her gaze seriously. "If we hide, they win," he whispered. "We need to show them we're not ashamed. We need to make a stand for us, for what we feel."
With a shake of her head, Regina said, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be the reasonable one. You're seventeen, you should be the one pouting."
"I'm going to remind you that you called me the reasonable one when I get in a fistfight with some asshole at school."
"You'll behave and not get into anymore fistfights, Henry," Regina scolded lightly.
Chuckling a little, Henry half-teased, half-promised, "I'll try my best, Mom."
"Hey! Maybe I'm not acting like your mom, maybe I'm acting like someone who doesn't like seeing you with a black eye," she answered, bringing her hand up to gently touch the skin surrounding his eye. "We probably need to ice that again. Does it hurt?"
Flinching a little at the touch, Henry shrugged. "A little. It's not really bad, but Ava's pretty strong."
"You still got beat up by a girl," Regina teased, pulling his face down and placing feather light kisses on the swollen and bruised skin. "But I'm proud you didn't hurt her back."
"I kinda deserved it," Henry admitted, blushing and turning his head to catch her lips with his.
"Why did you deserve it?" she asked, after breaking the kiss.
"I was an ass. We were deliberately provoking each other."
"Technically, you still aren't answering my question."
"That's true, technically I'm not."
"Are you going to?"
Henry sighed slightly. "If it's a trust thing, then yeah, I'll tell you. But I don't think it would help anything to know what either of us said."
Regina nodded, saying, "Very well. Don't tell me. But… I didn't raise you to be mean, so please be the kind young man that you are? "
"I'll do my best," Henry promised. "But if it comes down to being kind, or defending you… I'm going to defend you."
"I love you, darling," she whispered, her lips at his, hovering in wait.
"I love you, too." Henry lifted his head to catch her lips, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head, the other wrapping around her shoulders, supporting her as he rolled them over, one of his legs sliding between hers as he settled against her.
Moaning against his mouth, Regina bit his bottom lip between her teeth.
Inhaling deeply through his nose, Henry flicked her upper lip with his tongue. "So," he murmured into her mouth. "Mayor Mills likes to have her ass slapped when she's being fucked?" He grinned into the kiss.
Humming, Regina said, "I do, however, you my dear, need to learn about asking permission."
"You told me to do it again," Henry pointed out cockily.
"Yes, that was permission, but you need to ask before you do things. This wasn't your first time taking liberties."
"Have I ever done anything you haven't liked?" he asked, concerned. "You've never said anything."
"You haven't, but that doesn't mean you never will." She looked into his eyes, trying to hold back tears. "You should always ask if it hasn't been discussed, it's a show of respect, never take more than what's been offered," she choked.
Henry's eyes widened. "Mom… I-I'm sorry, I didn't think of it like that." A little unsure if he really wanted the answer, he asked, "Have you… has someone… taken more than you were willing to give?"
"Baby," she started, raising her hand to rest her palm against his cheek. "I never wanted you to think of that, and that's something I never have wanted to discuss with you."
"You have," he stated, his expression crumpling. "Had someone… God, Mom…" His own tears welling, he kissed her gently, reverently.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Please don't cry, it was long ago," Regina reassured. She had never wanted him to know about her deepest pains, the things that haunted her for so many years.
"It should've never," his voice choked, cutting off his words. His brow furrowed and his thoughts raced as he tried to figure outwho would've ever touched a woman as powerful as her without permission. Then he remembered: she wasn't always powerful. She was once a young woman, married off to a king she didn't love. His great-grandfather. His chest tightened, making it hard to breath, air entering his lungs in gasps.
Regina held his face in her hands, caressing him and breathing slowly, encouraging him to match her pace. Trying to catch his eyes, she soothed him, "Baby, stay here with me. Shhh, stay here, I'm fine. We're fine. Breathe with me."
Slowly, Henry calmed, although his tears fell, landing on her cheeks, which he gently kissed away. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much…"
"I love you too, baby," she answered, continuing her kisses on his face. "You are such a sweet young man."
"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I don't respect you… I do. You're the most important person to me, and I never want to hurt you."
"Sweetheart, I know. You're fine, I promise." Looking away for a moment, she brought her eyes back to his beautiful green ones. "I just wanted to make sure you knew why permission, particularly on new things, should always be asked for."
Henry nodded, sniffling a little and clearing his throat. It was the first time since they started this that he truly felt like a child again, and the feeling was uncomfortable. "Okay," he rasped.
"Do you want to take a shower with me?" she asked softly. "We could wash away everything bad that has happened today." Nuzzling her nose against his, she gently kissed his upper lip.
"Yeah," Henry agreed, slowly lifting himself up. Once he was standing, he pulled her up with him, needing to be close to her.
Once in the shower, Regina pulled him tightly against her, settling her head against his collarbone. "You are an incredibly strong person, Henry. And I'm proud of you; who you are, how you are," she whispered against his skin, as the water poured over their heads.
"I don't feel like it," he admitted, pressing his face into her wet hair. "I feel like I get lost in the shadows of Ma, Gramps, and Grandma. Everyone looks up at them, and I'm just… me. The kid who was crazy, until he was right. And then he was just the kid of the Savior and it's just… You see me. You've always seen me."
"To be fair," Regina started, looking up at him. "Snow has always been very wrapped up in herself, and David goes along with that." Placing her hand on his cheek again, she shifted her eyes between his. "You know, that night when you brought Emma back, she told me she didn't want to be your mom, she told me I had nothing to worry about. Even after warring with me, she still said she wanted nothing to do with being a parent. But still, she saw you and she stayed. That's because of you; she loves you so much that she gave up her entire life to stay with you. Others may see you less than we do, but we are who matter. And you are far too bright to fall under shadows."
Cupping her face with both hands, Henry tilted his head down, kissing her gently. "Lets hurry up in here," he said quietly. "I want to lay in bed and hold you."
Nodding, Regina went about her usual routine, letting Henry take his turn, too. She only pulled on a pair of panties for bed, needing to feel as much of his skin as she could. When she pulled him into her bed, she laid against him, her body half on his and half on the bed, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.
Henry leaned his head against hers, eyes closed and fingers trailing up and down her side, soothing them both. They didn't speak further, simply taking comfort in each others presence until they fell asleep, still entwined together.
