Regina stared down at her girl, who looked so beautifully eager and open. She took in the sight of herself: her cock slowly going limp after spending itself in Emma's mouth, and the way her chest was rising and falling as she practically panted and hummed from erotic fulfillment.
"I never knew…" Regina shook her head as she was overcome with emotion. Her dark eyes blazed over Emma, she sat naked and obedient on her knees. Her face was red and she was smiling, looking so proud of herself it was obscene for a slave to be so happy.
"What?" Emma asked settling herself back in the grass and wiping her sticky lips on the back of her hand. She casually watched Regina as she pulled up her pants and attempted to put herself back together. There was no hiding what they had done. Things had changed; even Regina's demeanor gave it away. Cora would know, and be pleased, Emma thought.
"Never mind," Regina mumbled, looking anywhere but at the haughty green eyed girl imploring her. "We…I shouldn't have let you do that…no matter how amazing it felt."
And they had been doing so well. Emma wanted to jump up and reassure her. She wanted to tell Regina she liked doing it. She liked the feeling of having power over Regina's pleasure and bringing it to her. She didn't want Regina to be embarrassed and hide from her.
"Regina…" Emma started to try to tell her all these things, but when Regina, whose braid had loosened and gave her a softer look with flyaway's and grass blades stuck in her dark mane, turned and glared at her, Emma stopped speaking.
"We should head back, and once we get home. I will take care of Rocinante and I'd…I'd rather not see you for the rest of the day, Emma," Regina looked downward as she spoke. She didn't want to send her away, but she didn't trust herself around the girl. She didn't want her mother to be right. Her cock made her feel different and she hated more than anything that her desires controlled her. She had been weak to give in to Emma. She felt so ashamed.
"But we haven't even had our picnic," Emma picked up her dress and clutched it her chest a sudden chill tickled her spine and she felt self-conscious being nude when Regina was looking at her with such distaste.
"You've eaten enough," Regina's eyes twitched away from her, "Dress yourself, your skin is reddening from the sun." Regina blushed a bit, wincing as she didn't want to call attention to the fact that she was acutely aware of Emma's body. It was a little late for formalities, but if she had her way, they could both pretend that Emma hadn't lovingly sucked on her dick and slurped down her seed and she could pretend that she hadn't loved every single moment of it. She knew she would never get the feeling or the image of Emma with her lips wrapped around her member out of her mind. She'd think of it when she stroked herself for years to come. She silently chastised herself for yet another depressing shameful thought.
Now that she'd experienced oral pleasure she was having a hard time imagining she'd ever be satisfied with the cool touch of her own hand. Her dick was already pulsing in her pants at the fresh memory; her mouth was filled with saliva. She realized she had been staring at Emma pulling on her dress and turned away quickly to stalk through the high grass and retrieve her horse.
Regina pulled the canteen off the saddle and took a long cool drink, which made her regain her senses. She walked back over to the clearing and handed off the water to Emma who accepted it gratefully, and took a long swallow. Regina again found herself staring at the way Emma's throat worked as she drank and felt herself burn with desire.
Her cock had just been thoroughly satisfied. How could be hungry yet again? It seemed the more it got the less it was satisfied. Regina often thought of it as something separate from herself, even though she knew that it was her own thoughts and feelings that were inexplicably and viscerally tied to how her body reacted and wanted.
She forced her thoughts away from dangerous territory and realized Emma was speaking to her. She focused in on what she was saying and wondered why she was pointing between her legs.
"What?" Regina barked, her brow furrowing in confusion. She was frustrated and angry, but she knew she shouldn't take it out on Emma.
"I said, the saddle chafed at my thighs as I am without undergarments. It hurts," Emma repeated and lifted her dress just enough so that Regina could see two angry red rashes forming on the girl's inner thighs. It couldn't be mistaken for the pink tinge on her back from the sun, nor the red of her cheeks from exertion and arousal, this was an angry red and it was obvious the saddle had rubbed her sensitive thighs raw.
"And what exactly am I supposed to about your problem, dear?" Regina hoisted her hands onto her own hips, attempting to look regal and uncaring. Truthfully, she had so many mixed feelings at the moment. She didn't know if she wanted to be alone or if she wanted to go home and spend the day in bed with Emma and see what other new pleasures she could find that the blonde was capable of creating within her body. Regina shuddered and swallowed and placed a calming hand over her dick, while straightening her spine.
"Perhaps I should walk back to the manor so it doesn't get worse, and seeing as how you'd rather be away from me I'm sure you'll find that to your liking," Emma pouted out her lip, and peered at Regina looking a bit mischievous. She dared Regina to respond. Challenging her master was quite a dangerous play, but though Emma was innocent in some ways, she knew how to manipulate feelings. Despite that, she didn't know Regina well enough to anticipate her response.
"Right, and let my new servant run away after Mother paid good money for you?" Regina deepened her voice and spoke curtly. "Do you take me for a fool?"
"If I wanted to run away you couldn't stop me," Emma lifted her chin and smirked. She unconsciously flexed her arms and her biceps shone in the sun looking defined and strong. Regina swallowed as a pang of want invaded her. She had never been challenged or dared by such a high spirited creature before in her life.
Her previous nanny's and attendants were always there at her beck and call, dealing with her moodiness, giving her privacy when needed. No one besides her mother had ever even called any attention to her abnormality even though everyone in service was fully aware of how the boy child grew into a girl and now a woman.
But Emma was Regina's new favorite plaything, and she wanted nothing more than to test her limits. What's more is she wanted Emma to test hers. Of course, she was abhorred that she had given herself over and debased herself by letting Emma suck on her, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. In fact, she was already thinking about those lips and tongue sweeping over her rock hard dick again and again.
Regina realized she was staring at Emma, and she had walked a few paces closer. Specifically, she was staring at Emma's biceps and thighs and finally she dragged her gaze slowly up over the wrinkled dress that barely contained her full breasts and met her eyes. They fucking sparkled.
Regina let out a huff, at that realization and turned away to dig in the saddle bag until she found a remedy. It was a blissful healing salve that Cora made from mint, lavender and wax for this very purpose. It could be applied to stings, bites, cuts or scrapes, but Regina had found another use for it.
She would use it as a lubricant when she touched herself after her rides. The greasiness made her hand glide with blissful ease and the cooling hint of mint was refreshing on her heated shaft. She always had the best releases when she used the balm. Cora always wondered how Regina managed to get through two tubs of the stuff every fortnight, but thankfully just made more and didn't ask questions.
"Lay down," Regina feigned annoyance. "Lift your dress and spread your legs, dear."
Emma feigned reluctance. "What is that?" She nodded toward the jar of salve.
"Something to help," Regina tapped her foot impatiently. Cora had implied that Regina could spend the entire day riding if she wished, and even skip tea time, but she wanted to get home soon. Her desire was stirring and she couldn't give in a second time.
She knew it was going to be hard to fight when she watched Emma lay down and spread her legs; she looked up at Regina with complete trust and desire shining in her eyes.