Day 6: Naked Magic.
Donning her robe, she arched an eyebrow at him, watching as he hopped on one foot, a ridiculous attempt to pull his trousers back on. Good thing he has a nice body she thinks, shaking her head with a roll of her eyes as he stumbles slightly, grabbing
onto the bed post before righting himself. It had been near 7 months since she had landed back here, to this god forsaken forest, stuck in her own castle once more…but this time she had quite a fine distraction to pass the hours. A distraction built
into the body of a rugged, handsome, sex built outlaw, who craves her body just as much as she does his.
An impeccable match.
Both understanding that feelings aren't necessary, though she is catching him more often than not looking at her differently. It's a down right refusal on Regina's part that she would even allow herself to admit to the feelings that were residing in her
heart. She doesn't need feelings, she needs release, and thankfully for her, Robin was damn deftly skilled at "releasing" her in many many ways.
She tossed him his shirt, watching somewhat put out that his torso was now being covered to her gaze. He has a beautiful body, cut and sharp, toned and tanned, perfect for her tongue to run along the seams of his muscles. They'd kept each other a secret
from the outside prying eyes, having a torrid love, wait no, torrid sex affair under their noses.
"I'll see you at dinner M'lady"
"It's Your Majesty, how many times do I have to tell you for it to get through that thick head of yours?"
"I think if I can get you to scream like that, I should be rewarded with calling you whatever I damn well please"
She flushes, exhaling hard with a roll of her eyes, waving her hand for him to leave. He doesn't though, not by her command at least. Deciding instead to grip her hips, pushing her back into the soft mattress below, ambivalent to the surprised hiss she
gives, grinding his hips hard into her pelvis as his mouth assaults her own.
She loves the taste of him, mint and ale, a rugged smooth flavour that coats her senses, not that she would ever tell him. Nor will it ever be public knowledge to his ego that she craves the way he palms her breast, squeezing and kneading till she arches
underneath him, rolling and pinching her nipples in a way apparently only he can. It's a dying need, this irritatingly amazing ache between her thighs when he walks into a room, the near immediate dampness that blooms.
Digging her nails into the muscles of his back, the Queen arches, brushing her naked core against his trouser clad newly half hard erection, swallowing the moan that vibrates in his throat.
"Dinner, M'lady" he pants, breaking back from her lips, though his hands haven't left the swell of her chest, nor have his hips stopped rolling into hers. She hums into him, a needy moan parting as he lifts himself off her, leaving her now rather throbbing
wet core ruefully unattended.
Well not unattended for long as his fingers brush against the slickness of her folds, dipping back into the swollen warmth of her walls, pulling a fast hard wanting cry out of the Queen, before he retracts, sucking the wetness off his digits. A smug grin
plastered on his face as he extricates himself from her chambers with one last scan of her nearly naked body.
He likes to stare at her. Doesn't really matter what she is wearing, or rather not wearing. His eyes constantly travel her curves, drinking whatever she has decided to expose for his viewing pleasure. It's not as subtle as it used to be either, before
they started scratching this unrelenting itch. He will devour her with his eyes no matter who is in the room, and frankly while she likes the attention, he could do with wiping the drool from his chin now and then.
Smirking, she laughs darkly at the idea that springs into her mind. He likes to stare…so she will give him something to stare at.
The hall is full, bursting with ruckus cheering, happy laughter, the inhaling of food and wine. Robin sits with his men, snorting into his ale cup as Alan and Will spare off over some woman they saw roaming the castle. A pretty little maid, both have
their eyes set on, and it's a duel now, one Robin is certainly entertained watching develop.
Well was entertained until the oak door parted, and his attentions were drawn directly to the newest dinner guest. Usually it's her clothing that draws his eyes…the way she walks with regal nature. Yes 99 percent of the time he likes to quickly gaze over
her body before moving up to her face, her stunning, gorgeous face. Most of the time he waits till he catches her eye (he always does) and he'll send a fast wink her way, a playful jump of his eyebrows, smirking before she breaks their moment. But
this woman, by the gods this woman is absolutely, positively either out of her mind, or just down right evil.
The mug of ale in his grasp falls, spilling the liquor everywhere, much to the disgruntlement of his dinner mates who all holler and push back from the table, a chorus of what the hell thundering out. But he can't hear them, he is glued to her
form…her glorious naked form.
She doesn't catch his gaze, simply stalks by with a simple grin on her face.
Did he mention she is naked, well save for the knee high leather boots that are strapped to the delicious meat of her thighs.
His body thrums alive as she walks by their table, breasts slightly bouncing with each gilded step. Surely he must be dreaming, or unknowingly beyond drunk as he stares back down at the spilled goblet.
She's naked.
He said that right? The Queen, now seated just in front of him at the royal table is stark naked. What in the actual hell is going on? He looks around, and no one seems to have noticed. Not a peep or a dropped jaw in the entire hall.
He's definitely drunk.
Moving his gaze back up, he finds her smirking at him, smirking! – as she sits there like nothing is out of the ordinary. Well, what's a man supposed to do, what with a display like that bared to him. He refills his goblet, staring at her just as heated
as she gives back. A long delicate nail drags across her clavicle as she leans in to listen to the Charmings, her long legs crossing and un crossing, hiding nothing from him.
It's hot in this dining hall, that certainly can't just be him, granted the constriction in his pants is surely just his own debacle. Shifting, his palm runs down his leg, adjusting the growing arousal. She's watching him, has to be somehow as she brushes
back a long tendril of hair, sighing deep and heavy, her tongue coming out to lick her lips ever so seductively.
She's trying to kill him. That's the only explanation for this.
He feels a bead of sweat dot along his temple, his heart rate picking a pace as her hand grazes down her stomach, scratching tenderly along the smooth olive flesh, roaming back up over a breast quickly before she reaches out to grab her own glass of wine.
"Robin, we know you're all bothered for the Queen, but wipe the drool mate."
He shakes his head, frowning slightly at the barb from Will beside him, his Merry Men all eyeing him with smug curiosity.
"Is everything alright? You look a bit flushed"
"I'm fine"
"You sure? Looks like you're either about to pass out or devour the Queen"
Oh he intends to devour her.
And he intends to do it right this second. Standing from the table, he grabs his mug and moves. Directly up to the royal table, her dark eyes gliding over his body as she arches a high eyebrow.
"Can I help you thief?"
She is definitely naked, there is no two twos about it as he stands not a foot from her, pert dark pink nipples staring directly at him. Swallowing thickly, he's at a loss for words as she turns, waiting for his answer.
"Robin! Join us!"
It's the high natured squeak of the Princess that has him breaking from the raging inferno of the Queen's gaze. If he sits, surely he won't be able to not touch her, it would be pure torture to sit beside her naked self and have to restrain. That's definitely
not a good idea…
He shakes his head, passing on the invitation, but Snow is persistent, arguing that he must sit, if not just for a glass of wine.
Well, if he sits at the opposite end it will be fine, he'll be able to calm his erection. But damn her all to hell, she pushes the chair directly beside her to him, gesturing for him to sit within inches. He swears his palms are dripping in sweat as he
does as the royals ask, settling down, gripping his mug of ale so hard he wonders for a brief moment if it will shatter.
"You seem out of sorts Outlaw. Someone steal your arrows?"
She's goading him, leaning back in her chair, inhaling deep enough for her breasts to crest higher, tracking his eyes that wander subconsciously to them. What he would give to latch onto them, to suck and lap her nipples, squeeze and kneed the perfect
palm sized swells.
He huffs, daring to look her in the eyes as she smiles darkly.
It goes on for the longest dinner of Robin's life, what the Charmings or Regina for that matter have been talking on, he can't recall, but what he can, is the warmth of her body and the soft rose sugar smell of her hair. He's done shockingly well so far,
has barely touched her, just small little brushes of his hand across hers as he reaches to a re-fill.
Something ignites a laugh from her, and he nearly comes undone as her hand grips his thigh under the table, lingering for a moment until a sharp sting has him tensing under her palm. Choking on his ale, her hand moves up slowly, dangerously close to a
rather large predicament, a strained groan vibrating in his throat as her nails scratching just across his erection before pulling her hand into her own lap.
He follows her path, watching heated as her thighs part just a touch, baring her enough so her fingers graze along the smooth silk skin. He'd give his right leg just to be that hand right now.
Enjoying yourself Thief?
He frowns, staring at the profile of the Queen who is deep in listening to David prattle on about something. But she just spoke to him did she not…?
I asked you a question.
Robin is bewildered, her lips never moved and yet he can hear her voice. He's going crazy, or needs to stop with the beer, this is just getting beyond strange.
I've heard this story about David killing a dragon about a hundred times, he needs to move on.
He can hear her, in his head…it's impossible surely, there is no way that -
Relax Robin, you'll give yourself a stroke. It's a spell, you can hear my thoughts for the time being, and I can hear yours.
**You can hear my thoughts?**
Isn't that what I just said?
Well Christ…what exactly has she heard then!?
**I have become quite privy to the dirty kink of your mind, quite brazen aren't you**
Robin snorts, It's rather hard to think about anything else than sitting you up on this table and eating you rather than this meal
He can see the flush on her skin that blooms, the sharp intake of her breath. Good at least both of them can be uncomfortably aroused at the same time.
**Tell me though Your Majesty, how is it that I am being gifted the show of your body, when no one else seems to notice?**
I know you like to stare at me, can barely keep your eyes off most days.
**Aye, you're not wrong. Your body is beautiful**
Regina tilts slightly to catch his blue eyes, a lightly smile parting on her ruby lips, matching the dimpled grin of his own.
What would you do, should all these people suddenly vanish?
**I'd probably be a touch worried for their safety**
Robin.
He chuckles beside her, downing a large gulp before setting back in his chair.
**Well, for starters I'd unlace these bloody breeches**
Feeling a little snug are we?
**You have no idea**
I think I have some sense – now back to being alone in this dining hall with my naked body…would I be up on the table?
**No, I'd pull you into my lap first, have you grind that wet cunt against my cock as I sucked your nipples**
Regina shifts, licking her lips, shifting slightly in her chair, arching her back a touch as the thought of Robin's hot mouth on her breasts roars through her.
**You like it when I do that**
Do what?
**Suck on your nipples like a nursing babe…I feel it in the tension in your stomach, how your breath hitches just slightly when I pull one to nip at it…it's gets you wet**
What else do I like thief
**You like it when I take control, like I would if we were alone right now – I'd lift you off my lap and settle you on this table, spread your legs to bare you for my pleasure**
Okay, when Regina thought of this plan, it was to get Robin all hot and bothered…there was no intention on having a sudden flush of slickness down her thighs at the same time. She downs the last of her wine, hoping to hell the Charmings are too involved
in each other to notice the rose on her cheeks, or the slight panting of her breath as Robin continues in his fantasy.
**You like to be teased, though you say otherwise..**
I hate being teased
**On the contrary, you love it when I draw my fingers around the your lips, avoiding where you want me most**
You miss read me then
**I don't miss read anything – your hips rolls into my hand on instant, you beg for my touch, I can hear it in your voice**
**I would think by the way you are shifting in that chair there, you are wet right now**
You'd be wrong
He would be sooo ungodly right
**I would bet my bow that if I reached over right now and touch you my fingers would come away soaked…but back to you being ready for my attention on the table now…**
Regina groans, only for his ears, but it's there. God she wants his fingers, and his tongue, and so so much more.
Alright fine, you have full reign of me in this fantasy, what are you going to do?
**I'd tug your hips till the very edge, push your legs wider apart, spreading you for me. Have I ever told you how the scent of your arousal drives me to insanity? How just looking at the glistening wetness on your clit renders me incapable of any thought but devouring you with my mouth**
Is that what you're going to do? Taste me? Lick my cunt with your tongue? Suck hard on my clit till I scream for you?
**That and so much more, I'd kiss your lips first before pulling your legs over my shoulders so I could settle into the warmth of you**
Why on earth was this a good idea. They need to get out of here. She needs to poof them back to her chambers so he can do exactly this. Fuck her senseless.
What about your hands, where are they?
**One is cupping your breast, pinching your hard nipples. The other would spread your lips, opening you till your clit is begging for my attention**
Would you give it to me?
**What?**
Your attention…
**That and so much more M'lady. Where were we? Right – I'd spread your cunt, kissing the wet lips down till your entrance. You tend to clench when I tease you here, light dotted sucking kisses around your hole**
Regina didn't realize he was so perceptive, how much he actually paid attention to…well there is a reason she supposes he is fast becoming the best sex she's had.
**I would suck hard, feeling you arch into my tongue that slips inside you, pushing as far as I can go, curling enough to hit that spot at that rim of muscles that makes you shriek**
I don't shriek…
**M'lady with all due respect I have spent many a night buried between your lovely thighs, you truly don't think I've heard the noises that you make as a lick at you?**
She hums, clenching her thighs together. Thank god she is only naked for him, that her dress hides the dripping arousal on her inner legs. She could in fact – vanish all these irritating guests from their presence, claim it on a danger she thought she
felt….a danger being Robins very erect cock in his pants beside her, but they need not know that bit of information.
**I can feel your cum on my chin, you taste of musk and peaches, a cocktail I would willingly drown in. It's now, with your clit throbbing between my lips that I'd push a finger into you, testing to see just how welcoming Her Majesty is…are you?**
Am I what?
**Welcoming?**
She can feel his smirk, the hot stare of his eyes on her.
Yes
**Yes what Regina?**
God she loves how he says her name
Yes, I would allow you
**I thought as much. Again – With one finger I'd enter you, stroking slowly along your walls…God's Regina I'm so hard for you right now**
I can feel you, thumping inside me, pressing knuckle deep, curling your fingers till you hit that spot that makes me see stars. You tongue would be lapping me up, drinking in the arousal that slicks my thighs
**Fuck, God…yes I would. I would drink you deep, three fingers now, pumping hard, your hips thrusting back on my hand, grinding hard as you let go of those high strangled moans. You pool in my hands, a puddle of your cum as I continue to eat you…are you wet Regina?**
Yes
It's falls before she can reel herself in, a tight desperate noise that has her body convulsing.
**I want you to cum on my tongue, I want you to cum right now**
Make me
Robin growls, his erection aching for some attention.
**Take us out of here**
Dinner isn't done…
**I don't give flying fuck. I want to be inside you**
How…
**From behind, your ass presented to me as you lay against the bed**
She's going to cum, just from the memories of Robin taking her that way, how her breasts push into the mattress, her hips tilting up as his hands grip her, tugging her closer to his cock that brushes through her wet folds.
**I can feel your need, the pushing back of your hips into me, I know you wantme…like right now, I can feel how terribly you want me to thrust my cock into you**
God Robin…I need you to take me hard, I want to feel you buried inside me
**I will be, once this dinner is done, I am going to fuck you till you can't walk**
You're so thick, how you stretch me it's more than I have ever had. The way you fill me, hitting every ridge as I clench against you
Robin stops for a moment, closing his eyes as he feels her around him, soft and warm, slick and so wet he slides in with no resistance. Draining the rest of his ale, he inhales deep, focusing on not ejaculating in his pants.
Do it.
**Do what?**
I want you to come beside me, here and now. I want to see you lose control
**Regina…**
I'll magic it away I promise, just please don't stop
He's never really been good at refusing her…nor will he ever be. Glancing over he can see the sheen of arousal on her thighs, the flush of her skin, pert puckered nipples, and god her face. If she could only see how she looks to him, parted lips, half
dazed eyes as she does her best to not give away exactly what's going on between her thighs.
**I'd take you, rough, pumping hard into your heat as you scream for me. And you will scream Regina, I promise you. Scream around my fingers that you suck on as I fuck you**
More, I need more
** I know my love. I'd tilt your hips down slightly, letting my cock enter you deeper, grinding into you, leaning over your perfect body to kiss the expanse of your back. I can feel your walls contracting around me, milking me as you start to cum**
Regina stammers, hands gripping against the arms of the chair as the heat takes over her body, a roaring electric pulse that burns hot and deep.
**You're coming right now, I know your face when you cum, you can't hide it…I never want you to. I love to watch you, the way you clench, thrust back into me, the hard sharp inhales of breath as your brow scrunches. It's stunning, I'd watch it all day if possible**
Don't stop, Robin. I'm so close, I need to come, I need to come around you, around your cock, I want you to come with me
**Jesus Christ Regina, the way you clamp down on me, it's hard to hold onto your sweat ridden hips, how they slip out of my grasp, forcing me to fall onto your back, humping you from behind, driving as deep as I can**
My clit Robin…I need…God fuck…I need your hands
**I know lovely, I'm there, rubbing hard on your swollen nub, pinching and twisting as your start to cum around me…it's the most perfect feeling in the world. You are beautiful like this**
I don't need your compliments Robin…
**It's just the truth, you are truly stunning as you unravel. I've never seen anything quite as gorgeous as you in the midst of an orgasm**
She is blushing to an entirely different reason. He never fails in this moment, to tell her just how much he is attracted to her. But not just her body, or how the feeling of sex between them. No, he is relentless in his affections on her beauty, her
heart's beauty, a beauty she has never really felt until he decided to worm his way into her world.
**Let go for me Regina, I know you want to, let me feel it**
Not without you
**I am seconds away, I just wait for you. Always for you**
Keep going then, don't stop
**I never will, as long as you want me, I will gladly bring you pleasure. Like now, as I piston in and out of you. You are so wet, so tight, Gods, all I want is for you to release on me**
Regina arches, enough that Robin notices more than before, her lower lip being bitten down on, hidden behind the goblet of wine at the front of her face. He can see the sweat on her neck, between her breasts, the pooling of wetness between her shaking
thighs as she lets go and he follows, watching her silently climax.
It's moment of quiet panting, and readjusting before either dares speak out again.
**Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for dessert**
You would be
**Can you blame me?**
No, I'm ready to leave. Wait for me outside
Robin stands, the evidence of his minute ago orgasm long gone by Regina's magic, bidding the princess and prince a good night before exiting the great hall. The Queen is not long behind, claiming exhaustion as she too parts from the dining hall, grinning
as she see's her thief leaning against the far wall a hand extending for her to grasp before purple smoke envelopes them both.
