Ok, last few chapters have been a bit intense I know but from the reviews you seemed to have enjoyed them as a whole. The next couple of chapters will be on the shorter side as I'm going to be away for a week in a couple of days so I doubt there will be any updates past the next chapter which is almost done.
No warnings this time!
Lil'D
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Red was left alone in the queen's rooms, she sighed and padded through to see what state the blonde had been left in.
"Oh, Emma!" Red sighed as she took in the sight of the blonde, hanging from her wrists on the queen's wall. Red winced as she saw all the blood, both on the blonde and on the stone floor beneath her feet. The queen hand been pretty bloody too.
All in all it must have been a brutal session for the slave.
Red stepped up to her and looped an arm around her waist before loosening each cuff in turn, careful to take the blonde's full weight. There was a hairy moment when the dried blood on Emma's wrists had glued them to the inside of the cuffs but after a moment the wolf was able to free it. It did not involve licking the dried blood to loosen it, at all. No, that would be what an animal did. Ssshh!
When they were untangled, Red scooped Emma up in her arms and carried her bridal style into the bathing chamber. There she met with a dilemma, she was still dressed and Emma was unconscious and it would not be possible to leave her safely in the water. So, Red kicked off her boots and waded right into the pool, she'd still wash off the wolf scents in the warm water.
The water revived Emma somewhat, she struggled, not really aware of where she was.
"Easy," Red cautioned as the blonde began to struggle. The wolf frowned, wishing she had the queen's magic to immobilise the slave, she was going to hurt herself. "Easy there!" The wolf held her as still as she could.
Emma stopped struggling and let gentle hands wash her body and when she was more alert she felt her hair being washed, the warm water pouring over her, cleansing the blood and sweat from her hair.
When the blonde was clean Red managed to get her to sit on the edge of the pool long enough to strip her own wet clothing off. The queen would not be pleased if she returned to find her chambers swimming with water.
Red dried herself off and did the same to the blonde who by this time was getting hazy and red ended up carrying her to her own rooms where she placed her charge gently on the bed.
"Turn over," Red gently urged her friend. "Please Emma, it will help," she encouraged when the blonde remained laid on her back, eyes closed, breathing shallowly with her hair, still wet from the bath in disarray on the pillow. She looked to be asleep but Red knew she was not. She was exhausted past that point, emotionally as well as physically.
As the blonde seemed to have no inclination to move Red decided to focus on the front of her body, eyeing the barely healed wounds with an experienced eye, they looked pretty thin but deep, she knew how the queen worked. The wolf stalked to a cupboard on her bathroom wall and rifled through it, hand finally settling on the jar she was looking for. She grabbed it and her hand hesitated over another.
"No." She shook her head. Refusing the option of using the queen's magic salve on the slave. If she had wanted her healed she would have done it herself. So, with just the single jar she returned to her bedroom and sighed at the sight before her. Emma was sprawled awkwardly on top of the blanket, her skin paler than usual except for the bruises which were a stark contrast, especially at her throat where finger marks were perfectly lined up with the half crescent marks where nails had punctured the skin.
Emma was conscious. She could hear Red moving around her rooms but was too drained to open her eyes. She hadn't slept really, passing out is not a refreshing kind of rest.
"Hold still," Red ordered. Emma couldn't have moved then if she'd wanted, everything ached. Gentle fingers probed abused flesh as Red studied the wounds. They needed cleaning.
"The bite." Emma murmured. "Bacteria -," the wolf frowned. Baccy-tea? Was that some kind of herb? Red shrugged and looked at the bite first
The bath had cleaned the wounds. This would stop any infection entering them before they were fully healed. As Red worked Emma began to relax, the wolf was taking her time, her touch gentle as she treated the blonde's skin starting at the bite mark on her shoulder. Emma hissed as Red rubbed a little rougher.
"Shh, it's deep. I need to work this in. Our mistress is not rabid but it never does any harm to be careful." Emma silently agreed, there was more bacteria in a human mouth than ass, it was a scientific fact she thought rather deliriously.
After the bite was taken care of the wolf moved onto the blonde's collar bones then took a closer look at her ribs, they looked raw and painful, four vertical scratches down each side, they were pretty deep and the ribs were a sensitive area of the body. Red opted for the blanket approach and slathered the whole area.
"I need to do your legs now," the wolf glanced down and Emma was aware enough to part her things enough for Red to quickly attended to those too, she frowned, noticing that this had been caused by magic, the cut too perfect to have been by hand and the queen did not usually resort to blades, she had no need.
"Your wrists now," Red explained although she had easy access to the raw welts on each of the slave's wrists from where the cuffs had rubbed. Gentle hands tended these and Emma hadn't realised how much they had been bothering her until they began to numb, that was some good shit Red was using.
"Now. Turn over." The wolf could see that her friend was more cognizant than she had been since the she had begun taking care of her. There was a mumbled response and the blonde made a half-hearted effort to turn over, the wolf pushing her the rest of the way so she landed on her stomach in the middle of the bed.
Red frowned as she saw the slave's back. It was bruised and had obviously scraped against the wall at several points during the session. But, there was nothing she could do about it now, they would heal without help. However, she could help those violently abused muscles, the ointment had many properties. So, without further ado the wolf scooped a handful of the cream into her hand and rubbed it between her palms before beginning to smooth it over the slave's back. Emma whimpered at the touch, it was firm, rubbing the ointment into her skin, massaging her aching muscles as Red worked, starting at her very painful shoulder then working down her hand, being careful of her sore wrists. The wolf then took her time on the other arm and by that time the first was feeling so much better as the cream began to take effect, dulling the ache to a bearable level.
Red smiled as she saw the blonde begin to relax, tension leaving her body for the first time since Red had taken her from the queen's bed chamber. The wolf shifted position so she was straddling the blonde, long legs easing stretching over the slave's body so she could begin to concentrate on her back. There were more whimpers as Red hit particularly sore spots, Emma beyond controlling her reactions, she was still too emotionally exposed to care and she sensed that Red would take care of her, protect her and it felt strange, but good and she allowed herself to relax.
It wasn't long before Red heard the blonde's breathing even out as she slept. The wolf climbed off the bed and covered her friend with a warm blanket and arranged some of the food on the table by the bed for when the slave woke, Red knew she would be starving.
Once she was satisfied that her friend was comfortable she left her rooms and went in search of the queen, keen not to miss out on any more of the meetings she knew were going on. She soon found her mistress in the largest meeting room, listening to the concerns of her advisers. Red slipped quietly inside and was stood behind the queen's chair before anyone but her mistress had become aware of her presence.
"Everything is taken care of?" Regina murmured so softly that only her wolf would be able to hear.
"Yes, Mistress. She is fine." Regina nodded, pleased with both her pets. It would have been a shame to have had to have let her slave go after only one such session. As it was, the queen felt energised and in an extremely good mood due to the magical backlash of her climax last night. Fucking the blonde was good for ones health, it seemed.
Regina turned her attention back to the meeting, they were discussing opportunities to increase trade amongst the different regions of her kingdom with the aim of establishing trade routes with some of the bordering kingdoms, these did not include Snow White's, the queen determined to establish relations with any kingdom but hers. The weaker Snow was, the less of a problem she was.
There was to be a banquet in approximately a weeks time, a gathering of her dukes and duchesses, the ones she had awarded land and trusted with the task of running it responsibly and profitably. There were only two left from when Leopold had been king, they had always criticised his rule but were too wealthy in their own right for him to replace. When Regina had taken control they had been first in line to support her and had been loyal to this day, reaping the rewards of her rule.
The others had been awarded titles based on their services to the realm. Some were merchants or soldiers who had proved innovative and successful and offered their idea up for the better of the kingdom. Regina prized such men and women, they considered more than their own personal wealth and circumstance and her people benefited, as did she, happy subjects meant loyal subjects and less trouble to deal with so attention could be focused externally.
"Red, can I trust you will see to the entertainment?"
"Yes, My Queen." Red ducked her head in acknowledgement. The queen always provided entertainment for those who wished to partake of it, sex was not repressed in her court and her tastes had been willingly embraced by those she chose to aid her rule. Some abstained and she respected that as they had found the rare commodity called love and she would never require them to jeopardise that. Even though it made them weak, vulnerable. But, the others were free to indulge as they pleased and Red would ensure that this could be facilitated by booking suitable 'entertainment'.
The meeting didn't last too much longer and once matters were wrapped up the queen gestured for her advisers to leave the room, so that she was alone with her wolf.
"So?" Regina queried when they were alone.
"She will recover, in time," Red lifted the corner of her mouth in a half smile. "You know she is strong, Mistress," Red commented.
"I know, she is a prize, dear," Regina confirmed with a sigh, her own muscles were stiff and she wished the blonde was in a fit state to tend to them. But when had that ever stopped her?
"Have you eaten, Mistress?" Her wolf questioned, seeing no food in the room and it was past noon.
"No!" Regina retorted, slightly petulant that Red treated her like a child at times. She knew the concern was genuine but she did not need a nanny. Red sensed the change of mood and murmured her apology.
"I'm sorry, My Queen. I am only concerned for your health. We both know how such nights can be draining," Regina was slightly mollified by the comment. Even though she knew her pet was humouring her, she allowed it because it was Red. Anyone else would probably be in the dungeon or punishment yard now but the wolf only had Regina's best interests at heart.
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"It's the blonde slave, Majesty." He answered and that drew an immediate frown. "She attacked a group of guards and they are holding her in the atrium," he explained. Both he and Red were left in the dust as Regina magicked herself to the scene.