A/N - Detailed and not appropriate for work... Enjoy! As always see chapter one disclaimers. Fan art for chapter on my Tumblr.
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Wet
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'Wake… food… wake… food…'
Small black wet nose nuzzled a pale bare foot as the owner groaned, squinting in the morning light. Emma cracked an eye, rich purple silk blurred in vision as Mia scrambled over her hip, walking up to a shoulder and rolling to rest in front of her. Slowly the blonde lifted up onto elbows, tucking hair behind her ears, scratching Mia's growling belly affectionately before it registered where she was.
"About time you woke girl." Tone deep and cold as the stone surrounding them.
Tensing Emma sat up, taking the silk sheet, not hers with as a cover. She was sprawled at the foot of the enormous bed. Rope secured her ankle to a bedpost. The Queen's bed. Gaping, she struggled to recall how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was resting her head against the dark Royal's chest on the chaise. Green came to rest on the bare feet across the room curled up on said chaise. Then to long dark hair loose, black curls tumbling over a bare shoulder.
"My apologies your Majesty."
Sharp. "Get up. My day of rest is ahead."
Saturday, one within every fourteen moons the Queen took off from court and duties. Emma had been with her for four of them now and the routine was always the same. Queen would preside over a meal, maybe two during the day for hours at a time, reading or drawing on parchment as she was now wrapped in nothing but a velvet robe. Free of confinements of leather or corsets, bare to Emma, she was at her most beautiful within a day full of silent reflection with no interruptions. They wouldn't leave the chamber and for that Emma was grateful. After yesterday, she'd had more than enough engagement with reality. Mia whining brought her focus back.
"Please Majesty, what may I feed her?" Dropping the sheet when dark eyes looked over, reproachful.
A bowl of minced meat and water was summoned by the hearth, as was a silver plate with eggs and fruit with a wrist flick. Rope released completely and slithered across the room to the ring in the floor where her bedding was. For the first time Emma was completely unbound. Insecure and feeling more naked than she had upon being stripped of her red leather nearly two months ago the Queen simply returned focus to sketching.
Emma lifted the pup and joined the wolf on the floor, crawling to her meal. As was expected she came to kneel at the feet of the Queen. Red brushed her forehead, brief and impersonal with a nod to eat. After the intimacy of that lap, hand, and mouth last night Emma shivered at the chill in the room, but obeyed. She grinned, much as Red's black lips did from the foot of the chaise where the great wolf was keeping royal feet warm while Mia attacked the bowl of meat.
As she ate, Emma's curiosity over what the Queen was drawing nearly got her in trouble as green lingered too long on moving hands holding charcoal. Snapping back to her food when she was caught, feeling ebony pulling her mind apart for a peek inside her thoughts. Swallowing, she moved slowly and deliberately meek to appease the one studying her.
"You dare look at me so freely? Perhaps I have been too soft with you." Knowingly true and that was riding her hard this morning.
Austere words stones in a blonde stomach. "I was only wondering what you were drawing Majesty. I meant no harm." Sitting up and wiping her mouth as plate vanished. Red's whining kept her chin to chest, back straight, palms up on parted knees as she'd been taught a week of moons ago to show respect in moments of temper. Her words and body language seemed a soothing balm on the Royal.
"You wonder what is not your concern and much too loudly for my pleasure." Chiding, but continuing to move her hand over the page. "Lift your chin and look left."
Emma obeyed, curls pooling across her chest and shoulders. She stayed immobile for close to an hour before the shakes set in from the odd angle. A curt nod from the Queen allowed her to relax, hands shot to massage her aching neck as the leather book snapped shut and was set aside. Regina stood and with an affectionate scratch for Red, and a pat on the head for her, Emma was beckoned to follow into the bathing room. Going on her knees, Emma paused inside the entry way just behind the Queen as the door closed forcefully behind her, nipping her toes when she didn't move fast enough.
A large copper tub on a tiered dais sat in the middle of the room, beginning to fill with steaming water from a source Emma couldn't see. Hundreds of candles, winter earth and ripe apple scented, flickered surrounding the walls of the circular room. Finger nails scraped the floor as a black velvet robe flooded over pale hands, her nose inches from naked regal calves. Emma didn't dare look up, though she wanted to so desperately. Green caught the silent signal from fingers to follow as Regina moved toward the water. Two joined fingers signaled for her to kneel up next to the metal tub. As the Royal settled in water so hot it was near bubbling Emma leaned away from the small splash from over the rim that hissed on cold stone she knelt on. The moan of pleasure escaping red lips made her sex clench and heart quicken.
Too familiar yet again was this.
The Mayor loved a hot bath, especially after a long day at Town Hall. Emma never able to join, water always too hot for her skin. Shower sex was more their thing. The large en suite of the mansion had a walk in one with several heads that pulsed in different rhythms. Emma loved the contrast of cool tile and warmth as Regina brought her to climax until the beat of water…
"Girl."
Startled from her memory, Emma turned toward the summons, eyes dilating over the hot milky water cresting two perfect breasts. "Majesty?"
"Fetch the green bottle there." Eyes closing in full relaxation as tension left tight muscles.
Emma crawled over to the low shelf, careful of her hair and the burning candles on the floor. Sweat began to tickle her hairline as she closed teeth around the skinny neck of the request. Moving back into place she watched in longing as the Queen dipped fully below the water line. Seconds turned into a minute, and Emma shifted over the lack of movement. Two minutes now counting in her head, she was just about the stand up and yank the still body from the water as the third broached when the Queen began to surface slowly. Dark waterfall down a dipped back emerging as drops spilled from a thick fringe of lashes flicked her way. A rising midnight siren without need for song to lure a blonde sailor. Slick red lips hinted a smile as a nod to the green bottle in a slack pink mouth was given.
"Wash my hair."
Emma moved to the head of the tub, crouching behind, unsure of how to best accomplish her task.
"Not there." Annoyed that the blonde seemed to need more specific directions. "You'll make a mess of the floor with the length. Get in."
Gulping Emma slowly stood. The tub was more than large and deep enough to accommodate both of them. While she craved the closeness, she feared the heat within. Testing the water with a single finger, she hissed, pulling back. Regina simply looked over a shoulder, eyebrow arched. "Too hot. I'll cook your Majesty." Not keen on the idea of being a lobster, but not wanting to disobey either.
Tsking Regina waved her hand, coating the sensitive girl in a skin tight waterproof shield. "Cease stalling and do as you are told."
Buzz tingling on her skin, Emma tried again, sighing at the warmth as she dipped a hand in fully and drew it out, no water clung or dripped. Amused and with a small smile, she stepped into the tub, settling behind the sitting Queen. Gentle, but with firm pressure Emma worked the creamy contents from the bottle into black roots, inviting a white froth to form. Massaging temples and a neck earned a nod of approval from the owner. Getting braver, Emma slowed her hands, combing locks with her fingers before beginning to work the knots at the shoulders. She felt the Queen tense at the change of touch, but no rebuke came so she continued for a few minutes before returning to her original task.
Regina hugged her knees watching the water splash around her, reflection rippling into a blur reminding her of the night the short haired version of herself had appeared in the mirror. Haunting answer to when she had questioned her fear. Those brown eyes staring back had rubbed her raw, teasing in softness that would never be hers. Bitter over the loss of what never was, she stood abruptly, waving a small rain storm overhead to rinse suds from hair away. Turning she'd nearly forgotten the blonde presence at her feet.
Raising a brow in amusement as pale cheeks flushed pink as her bare sex caught hungry green eyes save one dark trail curving into wet pink folds. Finally warm in more ways than one the Queen summoned a sponge, soaked in bath oil and drew it lazily up one limb and down the valley of her breasts, eyes locked on the girl's twitching mouth. Squeezing the soapy oil in palm, she tossed the sponge at the knees of the Savior and ran slick hands over her breasts and flat stomach. Down, down to the apex between her thighs and around to the curve of hips, raking nails against skin. Moving back under the rain shower she rinsed thoroughly and stepped out on to the sheep skin rug. Bare feet padded to the dropped velvet robe. Rewrapping and with a brooding command over a shoulder.
"Wash and come to the bed."
Emma's neck nearly snapped in half as she looked after that glittery voice leaving the room. Had she heard right? Ears ringing as that door closed softly. Far too soft like the skin she wanted to lick.
Bed. 'Shit. Shit. Shit.'
Her bed.
Just realizing that the skin shield had dissolved and she was baking pink in hot water she couldn't feel in the mind numb that had taken her away, she jumped up. Grabbing the sponge she soaped, and rinsed in under a minute. Stepping out, she looked for something to dry with and finding a folded linen towel on the same shelf as the shampoo she dried off, mostly, squeezing the water from her hair and knelt at the door. Opening it, she began to crawl toward the ebony wood four poster bed. The wolves were gone, she assumed dismissed, knowing Mia was safe with Red. The room was darker than usually in the mid day winter light, drapes drawn against the gray outside.
The Queen rested against a pile of silk pillows over sheets, both regal shoulders bare with collar framed in slipping black of the robe, hair rippling in curls somehow dry. Tan skin glistened in the glow of firelight and oil. Emma licked her lips. She couldn't help it. Magic swam about her head and golden tresses were woven and bound in an arch over her brow. Not the same as when royal fingers did it, but dry now against the chilly air. Emma approached on the right, kneeling up and hesitant. Caution tugged at her stomach and loins as she climbed up onto the end of the high bed at the farthest point from the sovereign.
Heart pounded as the Queen piercingly watched her movements. Each muscle and sinew was examined, stripped and judged. The second her foot left the floor she knew she'd made a grave mistake, but of what, she was not sure. Careful she had been under mysterious eyes, too careful she feared when they flashed with a feral heat and she was suddenly on her back with a hand securing her bobbing throat to the mattress. Breathing hard against a palm, but still breathing she realized, Emma ceased struggling.
Regina laughed; dangerously deep. "How pretentiously you risk your hide. I told you to come to the bed, not in my bed girl."
When she had woken this morning, she saw the blonde curled up like a question mark at her feet and while she often enjoyed that visual, the girl was in her bed. She shared her bed with no one, not even Red. Yet somehow the Savior had ended up there and by her hand due to Rope binding a pale ankle to the post. The pup, Mia, had even curled bravely up against her hip. Red knew better, but had stolen sleep on the rug nearby, eyes yellow moons, full and watching in wonder of temperament.
Queen had moved like lightening across the room, fireball in the grate blazing and melting the ice forming under her feet. Turning sharply to watch the girl, a pair of curious blue eyes met hers with a soft whimper. Blonde had shifted in bed, her bed, but did not wake. Pacing in front of the hearth, thoroughly unnerved at her weakness of allowing that closeness. Bed was her safe haven, hers alone and always un-shared. The girl was not at fault clearly in the heady almost drunk state they'd both entered after she'd put the blonde in place last night, but still… Like most predators she was possessive of her den. It had taken a full hour to calm down and not strike out. Temper returned though when green had woken.
Even when she had been a prisoner, no better than an ornament slave to Leo—. She had one place in the castle that had been hers, untouched even by him, one safe place to lay her head and dream of something better; a different hell than the one she lived in. Vowing when she watched the viper's fangs inject poison into the shriveling King the one night he had tried to get in her bed that she would never share her sacred space with anyone to sleep. Violently she'd killed for lesser crimes and here the girl trembled unknowing of what had been done. Specific she had tried to be in her directions, simply wanting the company of kneeling knees on the rug beside the great bed while she rested.
Controlling was the wrong word for how she felt with the throat stressed for air under her hand. In her bed. Primal, she needed to possess that wet pink mouth with hers. In her bed. The blonde belonged to her in this space the moment that pale foot left stone for silk sheets. Air dripped with the lure of sex, to own the girl's, both of theirs separated by a thin veil of velvet. Shadows blurred around an internal growl as she spiraled head first into the depths of her psyche. 'Mine.'
Emma panted or tried, eyes closed in wait of not provoking the claiming hand to strike. Air crisp nipped at her skin, goose flesh rising as nipples did to points. Inside she was hot to the point of nearly fainting, but the sheet of ice hovering over her body drew attention she didn't want from dark, now violent wanting eyes. Rose gold diamond heads heaved over lungs and sensitive; she shuddered when the Queen's velvet robe brushed against them. Green cracked open as lips did with a small moan. Between her lips a red tongue pushed in and took a long leisurely taste before pulling back to nip a bottom lip with perfect white teeth. Swearing somehow that canines had grown sharper to frame that red mouth, Emma licked to taste a drop of welling blood, metallic and warm. Nails dug into her throat almost kind in replacement when the pressure of a palm eased. Mind began to distort at the edges as a midnight voice echoed between her ears, red lips she focused on stone still.
'You wished to be in bed with the Queen of Darkness, dear girl. Well here we are.' Regina hovered face to face over the Savior. 'I will take you within an inch of your sanity and still you will beg for more. Your kiss is consent, a courtesy I grant for you know not what you have done.' Moving to the shell of an ear, she sucked a lobe and whispered in real time another promise. "Once given you belong to me and I will never ask again."
Shaking with need Emma couldn't tear away, couldn't separate the past from the present. Words a brutal mirror into another life. She belonged to Regina on silk sheets in the mansion and here now on silk sheets that same voice full of cruel gentility cocooned her. Response ingrained from years of riding under tan skin, and now months of apathetic affection, she burned for that mouth. Taking red into hers, damning her very soul to the darkness within.
Regina bit back and Emma moaned as the horizon Queen rose over her, slowly shedding the only layer between them. Green burst as pert breasts and dusty nipples came into view, and tan skin fully kissed hers. Hips were straddled and her arms shot up overhead, bound wrists together by Rope to the bed post. Gasping as her nipples were taken by cold hands, tugged and twisted, writhing as her core filled with want of letting go she tried to grind up against the only heat coming from the Queen. Released, she was slapped for her efforts of gaining any control. Cheek burned under a cool caress that followed. Sharp nails hunted down her sternum to her belly. Trails after red trails elicited torrents of yelps and moans.
Queen forced pale knees apart revealing a pink wink of a blonde curl covered sex. Fingers merely brushing caused the girl to buck. Tsking, Regina rested her knees on open thighs, keeping target still. Little round pearl was slick and finally, her fingers wore it well. Teasing the blonde up, up, up to the crest and pulling away. A strangled whine escaped causing dark eyes to glitter. A palm slapped, wet, over and over the begging pearl, skin red and swelling under hand as the blonde struggled against Rope.
"OW fuck! Maj-easty! Pleassseee…." Emma was not beyond begging and a tear leaked when she realized this was just the beginning. Hands left her abused sex and found her hair, pulling her up, neck exposed as cords strained against sucking lips. Pulse hammered behind her eyes and in temples, near blind as mark after mark bloomed on her skin from lips traveling the curve of throat. "Pleaasse I-I need…"
Regina raked her teeth along a quivering jaw line, laughing as the blonde tried to find her mouth while words pleaded for something more. Pulling back, she knelt up, slowly slinking her sex closer to an open pink cave as a panther would to stalk an unknowing prey. "Enough. Time to put that pretty little mouth to proper use." Fingers curled around blonde roots in warning. "You have one minute."
Precious time passing Emma dove up as the Queen invited pleasure overhead. Hands in her hair guiding her mouth to suck the silk folds; lapping in firm circles over and around a swelling peak. Thighs clenched over her ears and Emma inhaled the musk she'd missed; salted caramel, though now mixed with wintry earth. Tongue moved faster in rhythm to the rocking and white stars shimmered behind her eyes as hair was pulled so hard she yelped, but not daring to break the rhythm sending the Queen over the edge. Let go and mouth numb, Emma couldn't help but grin in satisfaction at the blush blooming on regal skin, until hooded eyes met hers; calculating.
"Just over your limit." Enjoying the way emeralds widened. "You must be punished for that mishap."
Easing off the girl Regina flipped the blonde over on stomach revealing a blank sheet of alabaster to play with. Hands kneaded flesh hard, pinching and traveling from shoulders to ass. Drawing back, she slapped one cheek and then the other, eliciting shouts from the owner with each strike. Back and forth palms punished flesh as sweet tears took over the cries in the room. Nails drug over cherry orbs and teeth claimed each one in a bruising bite, breaking skin. Fingers sought a slick pearl and worked the bud around and around as blood pooled in her mouth. Sucking and pulling up, she focused on squirming girl. Hips bucked with unreleased need, trying to grind into her teasing hand.
Just before Emma crested, those fingers drew away leaving her boiled up against the cork of disappointment. Screaming into the sheet Emma buzzed with heat. Denied again she began to weep when she felt something pressing against the inside of her thigh. Thinking the Queen had taken pity on her she pulled her knees up under her belly, ass raising up to meet the hand. No, not hand, something much larger and hard rubbed lazily over her wet slit.
Terrified but wanting. "Majesty? What's that?" Straining to look over her shoulder, but failing as roots were yanked back into place and her ass slapped yet again.
"That is for my pleasure." Regina adjusted the leather harness to ride low on her hips, red dyed appendage coated in ready with the girl's eagerness. Spelled to sense as her own clit, she would feel every quiver and quake of pink walls around the phallus. Grabbing pale hips as an anchor the Queen took the girl in one hard thrust into a wet core.
Crying out at the force, Emma bit her lip, lifting hips back against the Queen as the dark woman found a beat. The member slammed into her, pumping against the spongy nub in an abusive fashion. Room spun before green, down, down, down into the cold abyss of her psyche where magic and pleasure ruled the senses. There, every cell felt full, of Queen, of pain, of liquid heat against the frost of shadows they were cradled in. Fire and ice danced as Regina filled her sex with sparks that flamed her toward climax. Teeth ripping into her shoulder brought her mind out of the haze just enough to register the warning.
"Don't you dare cum without permission or I will tie you to the bed posts and tease you every night for a month without release." Hissing as she quickened her pace, pink clenching her center as she thrust hard, hitting cervix over and over again.
Warning to heart, Emma's teeth found her arm, biting to ground herself from the promise proving true as she was ridden into the deepest part of her mind, through locked doors and webs of hiding, down into the cove only they occupied. Mists and shadows. A pair of brown eyes loomed in the distance and Emma gave herself unto them, begging.
"Majesty!" Fire rising as her core roared. "Oh god please!" Waves of pleasure not her own, washed through her and just as sudden as she was filled she was empty, empty, hallow and gaping sore. Painfully aroused and touch gone. One more thrust and she would have exploded. Beyond cruel, yet tantalizing in taunt. Anger, before she could remember who and what she was talking too. "Fuck you!"
Malevolent. "That's where you are wrong, girl. It is you that is about to be fucked, as you so eloquently put it." Curling up alongside the wet blonde, Regina directed a shaking chin over and up with a single fingertip. "We are just beginning." Red spreading wide as green flooded. "If you are a very good girl I may allow you your pleasure before the day is over."
Green broke in half under her desperation. Worked up and over, inside stinging and again as she had been, exhausted and raw. Still hungry, starving she realized fully who and what she was in bed with. And damn it to the black bowels of hell, she needed the cruel affection in front of her, craved the soft violence of that mouth.
A tear fell as red returned to claim in mercy or tease. She wasn't sure. Emma wasn't sure of anything but those fingers wrapped around her richest nerve. Before she could speak, speech was stolen from her, a phantom hand covering her mouth and many more exploring every available surface of her skin. Twitching under them Emma tried to roll away, but also into their touch. Quick as there they were gone, again famished for touch she screamed in frustration against the glittery laugh echoing in the cavern of her mind. Kicking out legs in a throng of outburst, she stilled as a crack whipped her head right.
"A tantrum has earned you another punishment."
Smarting, Emma was sure capillaries had burst as pink swam in vision, a delicate kiss whispered warmth against the forming mark. Leaning into it, she was suddenly turned onto her back, legs forced open again though she parted eagerly.
Close. "You want to cum so desperately do you not my girl?"
"Y-yes… Majesty please… please."
Too close. "I will remind you of that when you are begging not to." Settling between the soaking folds she slowly entered the blonde. Beginning an easy rhythm, hands tweaked nipples as an anchor. She could feel the wave rising within the girl. So soon her game was going to turn interesting.
A brow rose.
Simple and on demand. "Come girl."
Emma did and so violently she turned scarlet. Straining against the red leather phallus she almost blacked out. Mercy, ever a brutal mistress, didn't allow that pleasure. Panting as Queen increased the pace. Arching back off the bed, giving into the darkness riding her.
"Oh fuck yes! Majesty—yes, yes, YES!" Cresting again with relief Emma slammed back trying to catch her breath. Spent and empty, but the stamina demanded her body to rise yet again. And again, and still more over the next several minutes. Pussy soaked and well used, Emma wept longing for stillness. "Nooooo! No more Majesty. No more. No more please!" Fast and breaking as her mound was spanked with a cool palm.
Pain beautiful on the Savior's face, salt spilling down ruby cheeks furthered fueled the Queen's hips forward. The blonde ache under her pleaded prettily to cease, begged to stop feeling as another climax rose to peak. A pink mouth screamed as a red one smiled. Pulling out, Savior juices leaked down her thigh as she straddled a set of shoulders, red cock dripping onto a full bottom lip.
"Taste." Edging the tip along the base.
Emma tear bright and whimpering took the Queen's spelled member into her mouth, near gagging at the girth, but tasting to swallow as instructed. Carefully and so completely she licked and sucked cream, gently coaxing the owner to pinnacle. Royal thighs shook against her breasts. A hot shot hit the back of her throat, unsure of that impossibility Emma didn't question the sweet treat tinkling down into her stomach.
'Em-ma...'
Green spasm against the gravelly moan between her temples. Did the Queen just… and the Queen rolled off just as quick, nearly knocking her teeth as the member was stripped from her wanting lips. Exhausted, emeralds closed to the shadows trying to pull her mind under into sleep. Fighting the magic beginning to consume she cracked eyes open, looking left toward the Queen huddled up against the head of the bed, unreadable and violently so.
"Majesty?"
Nothing but swirling midnight abyss where eyes should be.
"You s-said my name…" Slipping deeper into darkness, Emma became lost to a spelled sleep.
Regina observed as tension left the pale puddle at the foot of her bed. Wicked pulse abused her chest. Another slip, another point of entrance into her once unbreakable psyche left her cracked and vulnerable. Waving a hand, magic cleaned her skin of the Savior's wet need, too close now for comfort as that name clawed at her insides. Rough sex satiated her need for control and now she longed to push the blonde from her bed, but she couldn't move in between the calm breaths rising across the way. Numb she felt rub against desire for closeness. Foreign feeling, she simply sat in it for a moment. Scraping at the chamber door drew her gaze. Needing a distraction she granted entrance to two sets of paws trotting over. Door closing in their wake.
Mia uninhibited, but cautious came to rest against the fringe of a heavy silk duvet where a royal hand dropped to scratch behind ears briefly. Little paws tried to jump up, but failed. Raising a brow, usually more than enough to still Red in place did nothing but beg Mia's whine. Scoffing and rolling her eyes the Queen relented, lifting the pup to the bed to sit. Red eased over, wide yellow questions unblinking.
Sighing. "If you must." Granting permission with a single pat to silk, Red leapt up and curled a respectful hand span away from royal hips. Shaking a finger. "But do not get used to it." Grumbling the Queen slipped beneath the sheets and summoned her sketch book, intent of spending the rest of the afternoon trying to make sense of companionable silence. Opening the leather to where she left off, Regina focused on the sleeping girl as a hand began to sing on parchment a song full of possibility as the blonde's face took a new shape…
The shape of a girl called Em-ma.
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A/N – Is it hot in here or what?