That Story Broke
Chapter 11 Golden Morning
notes :
Okay, I'm a liar. I just wanted to be over with this story, but I'm not.
Obviously it was still itching.
So here's me scratching.
If you don't like it, well, I'll stop writing I guess.
Who I'm I kidding? I'll just stop posting it and keep it for my own personal little selfish weird person-self.
oOo
Wet. She was wet. All over.
She realised she was drowning.
What?
Drowning?!
She should be panicked. Shouldn't she?
She didn't know she was screaming.
« Emma! Emma! Wake up! »
« What?! »
- Emma! Emma! Wake up!
Emma rose over the bed. Regina was facing her, on her knees, both hands on her shoulders.
- What? I'm … I was …
Emma looked around her, blinking.
She had been dreaming.
- I was drowning. It … It was awful.
- I'm sure dear. But you're fine now. It was a nightmare Emma.
Regina pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
Emma nodded and blinked again. Looking around it took her a few seconds to recall were they were.
The fire smelt good. She dove in the bright colours of the flames dancing, biting the cracking wood in the big fireplace. Night was still resting on the mountains white from snow outside. Town was sleeping under winter. Regina liked to sleep with the curtains opened. It had taken her a few days to adjust but getting awaken by the morning sun was kind of nice. Everything was kind of nice. Awkwardly naturally nice. Like it had always been that way.
She couldn't remember, wouldn't remember the way things were before.
- What are you thinking?
Whispered Regina letting herself fall sited on her own feet and her hands to her side.
« I love you. »
Thought Emma.
- I dunno. Life, I guess.
She said out loud instead.
Regina smiled knowingly. She had made a habit of deciphering Emma's silent conversations.
Emma was about to point said fact that she loved her out loud but she saw a shadow in the dark orbs shifting away to settle on the fire. Regina's face was still very much composed but she was clearly avoiding her glare.
- And what might you be thinking about, now?
Asked Emma sliding to get closer from Regina. She seized one hand and draw circles on it's back with her thumb. The intimate gesture caused Regina's gaze to fall on their hands with a sad little smile.
- Life, I guess …
She said slowly.
A moment passed as both were indulging in the warmth of the wooden room and the sound of the other one's breathing. It was a rather small room compared to the others giant size bedroom in the place. But it was still pretty big according to Emma. The walls were covered in wood from the floor to the middle and then a blue flowered paper replaced the wood. They had a giant dressing room, which Regina found rather small. And a nice little cabinet with a small sink and mirrors almost everywhere. She was planning on installing toilets there cause, really going all the way to the other end of the corridor to their common apartments was too much. And the bathroom there was way, way too big.
- Do you regret it?
Emma smiled brightly in comprehension. She shook her head, almost as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
- Regina …
She scolded the woman.
- If I didn't want to come, or if I was doubting about it I would tell you, don't you think? C'mon it's me!
She smiled, raising her eyebrows and shifting her head to the side.
- Do you remember one single time when I didn't speak my mind?
Regina chuckled and stole a kiss from her.
- True.
They smiled at each other. It was overly cute.
Regina frowned.
She wasn't much into that shit.
No, no, no. No Overly cute girly shit was getting close to Regina Mills.
Her smile turned dark and a sparkle of evil lit up in her eyes.
- What?!
Asked Emma, guessing all too well what the queen was thinking.
The small scar wriggled. Lust. The sparkle was lust.
Emma opened her mouth to say something but a gasp came out as her clothes disappeared in just a snap of Regina's fingers.
- Hey!?
- Shh …
Regina put her finger on her lips for a few seconds and taking it back she moved it from right to left making a small noise with her tongue. The international way of saying no to a bad child.
Emma let herself fall a little, resting on her elbows. She smiled.
Regina leaned over her and put a leg on each side of her thighs after another snap had pushed the sheets over to the end of the bed.
Regina brought her lips very close to Emma's open mouth. She didn't kiss her though. She let their breathes mingle for a moment and started to draw fingertips lines on Emma's bare skin. Emma shivered. Not from the coldness.
Emma shut her eyes closed and tilted her head back. She could already feel the familiar warm pounding down her pussy. Announcing its moistening.
Regina's tongue met the skin of her throat which wrenched a moan from her. Soon the full mouth replaced the shy tongue and as Regina's hands found their place in her back the weight of the woman's body pushed her to lean on the bed. She followed the movement obediently.
- Good girl …
Moaned Regina rising back up. Her hands were queens in their dominion. She took over Emma's breast first. Rolling both her nipples at the same time between thumb and index. She alternated between smooth caresses and raw twisting. Causing pain and pleasure to scramble.
Emma could feel her wetness leaking on her thigh and bit the inside of her cheek. She knew the rule.
No talking. And especially no begging for more or for faster. It would only result on delaying torturing games. They had quite grew a habit out of it.
The game.
The first time they had had sex in real life Emma was a bit worried at first it wouldn't be as intense as their wet-dream shared fantasies.
Her worries didn't last even a second.
Regina was an expert in mind games. And she wasn't shy. Never.
Regina's hands were everywhere at the same time and didn't stay anywhere long enough. She would play with the hair on her pelvis and just as you think she's going to go down she would assault back with small kisses on her throat while torturing her nipples.
It was hell and heaven.
Regina rose up again, and Emma didn't need to see to know she was smiling at her tortured expression.
She moaned again. Pushing her hips up to make contact with Regina's core. Who was still in her flannel night dress, which was unfair.
She opened her eyes and smiled.
Regina smiled back, nastily. Emma didn't break the rule by talking, moving to ask for more was tolerated. Barely, but tolerated.
The queen was about to point out her disappointment but she frowned. Emma's smile had turned dark.
The blonde snapped her own fingers causing Regina to gasp this time.
The blonde let her hand fall back on the bed with a proud smug smirk. Regina blinked slowly and decided to smile. She was now half naked. Only covered by black and blue lace. It was no use to point out that she didn't usually wear this kind of lingerie under her night dress.
- Well, well … I don't remember teaching you this one …
- I'm a natural.
Regina's carefree laugh rushed out, causing the smile on Emma's face to grow even wider. She bit her tongue. God she was ready. She let her hands fly to Regina's belly and thighs. Regina shifted just enough to sit more comfortably on her. Their cores only separated by the thin piece of fabric and expectations. Emma's thumb found its way to Regina's clit and she could feel her arousal through the lace. She bit her lip harder, breathing loudly. Regina's wide opened eyes burning holes through her skull. Her breasts trapped in their round prisons looked so endearing.
They had started to move along with one another. Following their own rhythm. Slow and smooth. Round.
The no word rule wasn't really necessary anymore.
None of them would talk anyhow.
She changed the thumb for the index and his two neighbors. Regina's head shot back. And her nails gently scratched Emma's thighs as she was holding on to them. The rate began to fasten. Emma's fingers grew bolder and played with the border of the lace. Sometimes breaking in.
More and more often.
Her other hand was pulling her ass, following the back and forth movement of Regina's thighs. The back of her own hand was in direct contact with her pelvis but not her clit. She was craving for more. As she thought of that she violently invaded Regina's wet vagina with a finger causing yet another moan and the fingers to even tighten their grip on her thighs.
And then she suddenly stopped.
- What?! Hey!
Regina was breathing heavily and looked pissed off. But her expression softened when she saw Emma's proud smirk defying her.
« You talked, again. »
Meant the smile.
Regina bit her bottom lip almost to blood. And slowly shifted to lean over Emma, holding on her hands on each side of the blonde's sweating body.
- Bad … Bad … Swan …
Growled a sore whisper.
Their lips met in a wet and hot kiss. Tongues melting with teeth. Cutting holes through their already erratic breathing. Regina's knee violently spread her legs open and pushed to meet her pussy. She missed several breathes. Her fingers dug in Regina's back. Said woman pushed back to watch her from above, smirking now.
She was still slowly moving. Torturing the pleasure out of her wet pussy. Emma's hands drew the lines of her breast for a moment and then their eyes met.
« Please fuck me. »
Regina inhaled slowly. Her jaw clenched. She licked her lip and her eyes turned fully black. First her palm met Emma's wet pussy and as she crawled in position her tongue took over. Emma suppressed a scream of relief and pain and joy and way too much expecting. Her fingers played with Regina's hair brushing her belly. And her own breast. Regina's mouth was everywhere. She couldn't think straight. Tongue. Teeth. On her clit. In her walls. Assaulting her large labia. She bit her lip and her fingers clenched in a fist. Her thighs lifted up by her orgasm without she had any control over it.
She let out a loud scream of contempt.
And went away for a few seconds.
Or maybe eternity.
Regina was smiling at her when she opened back her eyes. Her knee back between Emma's legs. Her hands resting on the blonde's belly and thigh. Running small circles to help her cool off.
Or warm back up.
Emma sat slowly pulling Regina into a kiss. Washing off her own cum out of her mouth. Soft and slow it began and ended out of breath and violent. Regina had shifted again during the kiss. She was back into her first position. Except this time with Emma up their pussies were almost fully touching. Emma had her strongly cuddled up in her arms. Both hands diving in Regina's hair. Their bodies melted together. Eyes speaking their secret language. They were back on their rhythm. Moving back and forth with one another. Emma bit her lip as an idea poped in her mind. She hesitated for a second.
A smile spread across her lips. It would be new.
- I want to be inside you …
She whispered sorely.
No more games.
Regina exhaled. Obviously fully aroused. She smiled. Her eyes were dirty. Very dirty. She nodded.
- I'll choose the outfit this time then …
She whispered leaning back. Her eyes fell down between their legs and she snapped her fingers. Emma couldn't suppress a gasp of excitement and admiration.
- Magic …
Said playfully Regina.
She had lost her panty but kept the bra.
The strap was not uncomfortable as Emma had expected. The rather small dildo was soft, she found, almost like flesh. Warm. Stiff but not hard.
And golden. Shiny golden.
How was that even possible?
- A bit gay-gay, don't you think?
- Oh, Emma … Feeling homophobic are we?
She smiled and put her hand on Emma's hand still exploring the feeling of the dildo strapped to her thighs.
Emma noticed that some part of the thing was in direct contact with her clit. And one strap was softly pushing her labias too. It was a soft and stiff matter. Which made her moist a little bit in anticipation.
- Besides …
Whispered Regina looking up to meet her eyes as their hands were rubbing the golden member faster.
- I am a queen …
- Come here!
Exhaled harshly Emma pulling her.
Regina lifted and let Emma drive the thing between her legs. Slowly getting in and out.
Emma's eyes were glued to the golden stick disappearing more and more in her lover's body. Her hands firmly holding Regina's back. She could feel her muscles stretch. She suddenly felt what she had expected to feel. The member was a part of her.
Her fingers clenched in Regina's ass and their pace went more violent and erratic. She felt she was about to cum again. Inside her. Or as if she was. Possessing her. She could almost feel the woman's walls clenched on her golden member.
She moaned and indulged herself in the pleasurable pain Regina's nails cutting through her shoulders arose.
She pulled her closer and hid her face in her neck as the other woman was whispering her name. Over and over. Drowning in her scent.
And suddenly she pushed back up, feeling Regina's whole body stiffen. Her thighs clenched around Emma's hips. She squeezed her abs and as she released a sore moan melting in a shy scream she pulled Emma's head to her chest. At the same time Emma felt a bolt of warm pleasure waving from her core through her whole body and she hold on tight to Regina as if her life depended on it.
They fell on their backs.
- I'm keeping this …
Whispered Emma causing Regina to giggle.
- Sure, dear. Whatever you want …
- Thank you …
She whispered again, searching her breathe. Her head turned towards Regina's wide open eyes.
Regina understood she wasn't talking about keeping the toy. She smiled and kissed her softly. Then as Emma closed her eyes Regina opened the strap by hand and took it off Emma. Which barely made her moan in her half sleep.
She tossed the toy to the trunk at the end of the bed and pulled the warm cover up to their bodies. She smiled as she noticed she still had the bra. Emma was already asleep. The bra landed on the golden dildo and Regina huddled up in Emma's arms.
The sun was about to lick the horizon's walls behind the mountains but none of them was aware of that as sleep slowly welcomed them back in his kingdom.
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So?
Did you guess were they were? Or were you to occupied with my newest character? I like Goldy, it's a nice quiet character …
I have decided to be much more free on this one. So basically I don't really know where it's headed anymore, but I'm fine with it. I'll just let the chapters come, one after the other.
How does this sound?
And I have decided to be much smuttier. Even if I have to bend the story. Cause, who cares anyway?!
And, at last, I will update when I can. So it's going to be erratic.