After an emotional night, the little blonde fell asleep hard and fast on her small pillow next to the fireplace. Regina laid on her side in her bed and watched the girl for some time. The light of the fire was dancing over the blonde's curled up body, and just before Regina succumbed to her unconscious, she wondered what happened to Miss Swan. With Cora as a mother, Regina can imagine some pretty horrific scenarios that would cause such a violent reaction in the girl. Images of a straight razor and her mother's disapproving scowl flicker through her mind. She pushed those thoughts away quickly and settled down to sleep.

Something roused the Queen from her sleep, something she wasn't quite sure she actually heard. She laid in her bed and listened to the quiet room and didn't hear anything more; Until she settled back down. She heard her pet whimper in her sleep. She shot straight up in bed and looked over at the girl. The pained expression on the blonde's face was barely visible in the dim light of the fireplace. Emma cried out in scared unintelligible mumbles, and the brunette slowly got up out of bed and hesitantly placed her bare feet on the cold marble floor.

Emma started to toss violently and screamed out in her nightmare. Regina suddenly understood why the girl hadn't let her suffer whenever she had nightmares. Regina rushed over to the girl and gently shook her. She tried to think of what the blonde had done for her during such a bad dream. She laid down the best she could next to the blonde and stroked the girl's head, whispering to her gently. "You are safe my pet. I'm here, and I won't let anyone damage you, you're mine." Emma curled into the embrace of the brunette and soaked in the care her Queen offered her.

"I'm sorry for waking you my Queen," Emma said after a few moments.

"Think nothing of it my pet. Are you alright?"

"If I say yes, will you go?" Emma asked tentatively.

"Yes," the Queen replied with a smirk. She waited a mere moment before adding, "But you have permission to come with me. Would you like that my pet?"

Emma's eyes sparkled with unshed tears from her night terror, and she nodded her head. The Queen got up and helped her up off of the floor, and the two settled down into Regina's large queen sized bed. Unlike all of the other times they had slept in the same bed, this time, Regina was the one who held Emma.

Emma's head rested on Regina's shoulder, and her lithe body circled the brunette tightly. Her hands settled over the Queen's tight abdomen, and Emma realized this is the first time she has ever actually touched Regina in such a way. Her fingers start to stroke the fabric beneath them which progressed into lazy circles over the Queen's nightshirt. Emma noticed that Regina had yet to say anything about the motion, nor had she made a move to stop Emma in any way. The Queen just continued her gentle caresses of the back of Emma's head, stroking her long hair slowly.

Once Emma's hands had properly warmed themselves against Regina's nightshirt, she moved them lower. Around the Queen's hip, Emma felt where the nightshirt was bunched up and her fingers discovered warm, smooth skin. Emma bit down on her lower lip to stop the sigh of contentment from escaping her as her fingers made their way back up the Queen's belly.

She felt the thin material beneath her cheek, suddenly aware of how close her mouth was to Regina's hardened nipple and her breath hitched in her chest. Emma tested the waters with what she would allow her to do, how far the Queen would let her go; her mouth felt dry as the gentle fingertips that circled over Regina's flesh turn into flat palm caresses and the woman had yet to stop her. Encouraged by the free reign she seemingly had, her exploration of the Queen's abdomen lead her to the swell of the brunette's breast. She returned her caress to a gentle fingertip touch as she lightly traced the underside. She held her breath waiting for when Regina inevitably stopped her. The wait was short as the Queen slid her own hand under her nightshirt and covered the back of Emma's.

Instead of removing the offending exploration, to Emma's surprise, and extreme pleasure, she guided Emma over the swell of her breast and squeezed her around the soft mound in encouragement. The Savior lost her breath in that moment, but when she regained control over her shocked fingers, she squeezed the pliable mound under her own power, pinching the Queen's nipple between her fingers.

Regina let loose a groan from deep down inside of her and Emma took the opportunity to lift the Queen's shirt and take her other nipple as a prisoner between her lips. She gently suckled the hard nub slowly. She wanted to savor every moment and make it last as long as possible.

Regina felt the reverence in the way the blonde was attending to her, and she started to second guess herself giving the girl permission to touch her.

Emma felt the Queen stiffen slightly under her touch and she took a chance and looked up at her Queen. She saw doubt, and panic, but also fear. She took one last swipe of her tongue over the single most perfect set of breasts she had ever seen in her life and looked up to her Queen.

"Majesty… I'm yours," the blonde stated factually. "But… You are My Queen… You're mine." Emma dropped her gaze and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall with the weight of emotions that statement brought forth.

Regina stayed silent for several moments battling the will inside of herself. This girl is everything I've ever wanted in a pet. In a subject. In a lover. In a partner. When she finally spoke it is quiet but definitive, "I am yours, Miss Swan."

Emma wanted to kiss Regina at that moment, but she knew claiming her in any way other than what she currently had would be pushing the brunette too far, too fast, so she lowered her head and went back to worshipping Her Majesty.

The warm mouth closed around her chilled flesh and Regina greedily pushed her breasts up into the blonde's loving caress trying to feel more of this impossible feeling. A low coil began to wind its way around in the pit of her abdomen, and she started to pant as the warm tongue flicked its way around sending sparks down into the bottom of her feet. The blonde's hand abandoned its station at Regina's breast and made its way down, digging her fingers into Regina's hip. The brunette spurred her on by groaning and bucking her pelvis as Emma's fingers traced her hip bone and settled down to explore over Regina's mound.

I need to feel her… I need to know for sure… if... she desires me… Emma plunged her fingers into the lake of desire just beyond Regina's modestly trimmed pubic hair. The blonde groaned into the breast in her mouth and circled her fingers around the brunette's slick hood.

Regina cried out in surprise at how good it felt to be touched in such a way, and her hands found their way to the messy blonde head, and she grabbed a fist full of Emma's hair tight. She allowed the blonde to explore to her heart's content then pulled the girl off of her and laid her flat on her back. Regina ripped her nightshirt off and magicked Emma's off as well, then climbed up onto the girl's chest pinning her arms at her sides.

"Do you like the way your Queen feels my pet?"

"Oh god YES, my Queen!" Emma exclaimed, overcome by the heady scent of her as the brunette rubbed her essence over Emma's chest.

"Do you wish to taste your Queen, Miss Swan?"

"Jesus fuck YES!" Emma practically shouts, "Please My Majesty!"

Regina does an impossible thing in Emma's mind and dips her own fingers between her lips; she gathered up a fair amount of her desire onto the tips and then brought them to her pet's mouth. "Taste my pussy, Miss Swan. Taste how wet you make your Queen."

Emma sucked the brunette's fingers into her mouth and groaned out in heavenly pleasure as the tangy taste of her Queen hits her tongue. Emma's hands reach up and grasp the thick cheeks of Regina's perfectly sculpted ass causing her to yelp in surprise. The strong arms of the Savior lifted the brunette and pulled the Queen's center closer to her mouth. "What are you doing Miss Swan?!" the brunette demanded.

"I want to please you, My Queen. I want you to fuck my face."

Regina considered the request and decided to give into her pet's desire. She knelt up off of Emma's chest and spread her thighs wide as she lowered herself onto the blonde's waiting mouth.

Using only her tongue, Emma parted her Queen and slid into her quivering opening. She groaned as Regina rolled her hips grinding herself into Emma's talented tongue.

"You've made quite a mess of your Queen pet, you best suck up every single drop." Regina slid her sex over Emma's mouth until the blonde wrapped her lips around her hard nub and sucked her deep into her mouth.

Emma's arms were freed when the Queen moved into position around her head, and Emma took this opportunity to slide her fingers up Regina's thigh and circled her wet opening. Regina leaned forward giving the blonde the access she silently was asking for and then gasped as Emma filled her.

She rolled and rocked against the blonde as the girl pushed her towards her climax. Just as she felt she would slip over the edge, she tried to pull away from the blonde, but Emma had her hip gripped with one hand as the other was vigorously thrusting inside of her. She was too close to her edge not to topple over. Fighting the blonde and forcing her to stop was out of the question. Her body bucked and jerked uncontrollably as her orgasm slammed into her. She cried out in pleasure as she threw back her head. Much to her delight, her pet didn't slow her ministrations, and she crashed into a second orgasm and shortly thereafter, a third.

I could ride this girl's face for the rest of my life, she absently thought to herself. The fourth and last orgasm she had was skillfully pulled out of her, the blonde beneath her came as well, and Regina finally slowed her hips and got up off of the girl.

Emma had an ear to ear satisfied grin on her face, and she tucked herself around Regina as she laid herself back down on the bed. "God you are everything," Emma sighed contently.

Regina's body spent, fell asleep before her incessant mind could reprimand her for allowing this girl to please her. She simply allowed herself the comfort for once in her life and fell asleep satisfied with her perfect blonde pet.


Several months had passed, and the Queen has never been seen happier around her castle. Her servants have started to grow accustomed to seeing their sovereign with a genuine smile throughout the corridors and in the gardens in and around her home. The Queen seemed to have little interest in her revenge, and she seemed indifferent to the inner workings of the search for her nemesis. Even the crackdown on the local bandits, in general, hasn't held the interest to her it once had.

She stood on the veranda off of her throne room, that overlooked her kingdom with a gentle, shy smile across her lips; She thought about taking her pet out to the annual jousting event Her Majesty hosted. She imagined the beautiful blonde would be rather excited to see such an event. She wanted to share her world with her girl. She had grown quite fond of seeing the joy in those big green eyes. She was also quite fond of being the reason for that joy.

One of the lead scouts entered the throne room and marched up to the Queen stiffly and saluted. "Your Majesty! A sighting of the bandit Snow White has been reported back! A village on the outskirts of the Endless Forest has been harboring and aiding the traitor princess. Their treachery will lead to an uprising, my Queen. Shall we eradicate them?"

Regina had only been half listening to the scout's report and finally turned her head to gaze upon him with her full attention when he cleared his throat and spoke her title once again. "Hmm? What dear?" she asked with a soft questioning look.

"The village bordering the Endless Forest. Shall we make an example out of them your majesty?"

"Yes yes, of course, that is Captain Horace's region? I am sure whatever he deems necessary is perfectly acceptable." She waved the soldier off and returned to her daydream.

She began to think about what sort of outfits she could dress the girl in for their outing. I must summon a seamstress immediately! I would desire her in royal blue, something that would bring out her eyes. The Queen hungrily hummed at the thought of something form fitting for her pet. Perhaps not a gown. Something a little more fitting. Something similar to my black knights. Oh yes! The image of Emma in the tight dark outfit made the Queen ache for the girl.

She left the veranda and went off to find someone who could fetch her the seamstress at once.


Emma could hardly stand her excitement. Regina was taking her out on a date! Okay, not a date date, but out. Out and together! She had never seen real jousting before, other than at Medieval Times that one time, but that was staged. However, the turkey legs were amazing. This was an official royal event, and Regina was taking her!

The week previous, she was subjected to fittings and alterations of those fittings as the Queen got Emma's outfit just right. It was tight and showcased the assets Regina most desired, but it wasn't a dress and that pleased Emma to no end. She chose this because she knows me. She understands and respects my preferences. That was pure speculation Emma felt she needed to think of as fact, and as a fact, it warmed her heart. She was getting to Regina. She could feel it.

The day of the joust arrived, and the Queen was dressed in a large flashy navy blue, royal gown, fitted with silk and sequins. Her makeup was light, and her hair styled high in a tight beehive updo adorned with a platinum diamond encrusted tiara. Emma finished lacing up Regina's boots and stayed kneeling before her. "You are beautiful my Queen," Emma said with honest sincerity.

The brunette dragged her hand down Emma's chest over the loose frilly white cotton shirt. The neckline plunged and stopped between the girl's bra-less breasts, and if the Queen so desired it, she could reach in and fondle them on a whim. The dark indigo bodice hugged the midsection tight and lifted and accentuated the blonde's breasts in such a way it was as if they were on display. Her pants were thick layered leather. The outer layer was thin black leather with shapely swirls cut out in design, so the royal blue of the thicker legging underneath shone through with contrast.

Regina let her hand travel down and took the hand of her pet; She lifted her gown and slid it up her inner thigh. Emma's eyes bulged and looked Regina in the eye when she met nothing but her Queen's warm bare lips. She swallowed hard and dragged her knuckles over the Queen's soft fuzzy mound and let out a guttural groan. "Can we skip the joust so I can charge you with my lance, my Queen?"

Regina let out a hearty laugh at her pet's euphemism. "We may not. My royal attendance is mandatory my pet. Besides, I want to show you off a bit my pretty little girl." Regina pulled Emma in and kissed her solidly upon the lips. It was the Queen's favorite thing to do these past few months and the way Emma's body responded spurred her on.

Besides, it felt so damn good.

Emma's warm wet lips encased and greedily devoured the Queen's. "God are you sure, because your pussy votes to skip the royal joust in favor of a private showing," Emma spoke between kisses.

Regina smiled wickedly against the blonde, "I am certain my pet, my pussy does not get a vote dear, if she did, we would never leave this room."

Emma groaned, "That's fine by me," and slid her fingers around the Queen's hard nub.

Regina chuckled as Emma pouted when she removed her hand away from her hot molten center. "Come, pet. I have a surprise." She slowly licked her lips with anticipation of what was to come. She held out her hand for the blonde and led her down to the playroom. She opened the tool wardrobe and took out a set of small toothy clips and turned around towards the blonde who was standing behind her, head down, waiting patiently.

Regina slipped her hand into the girl's shirt and lifted out one of her perky breasts. She caressed the nipple to bring it to hard attention. She then slipped the clip on, biting its teeth into the soft flesh of Emma's stiff nub. Emma let out a gasp as the delicious pain sparked through her body.

Regina's eyes dilated, and she grabbed a handful of the blonde's fleshy breast. "You will wear these until I see fit to take them off, pet." Her hand reached in and grabbed the other and smirked at the state of stiffness her other nipple was already in. She bit the clip into the second nipple and watched as her pet's green eyes rolled into the back of her head and the girl let out a loud, exaggerated breath. Regina replaced the blonde's breasts back beneath her shirt and smirked at the sight of the hard peaks that stood out prominently.

"You are deliciously wicked my Queen," Emma hissed as she tried to focus on anything but the gentle ache in her sensitive nipples.