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Regina had left to go to Snow's new house and help her with decoration and food over five hours ago. She dressed casually, not wanting to ruin her dress for the party, which she took in a bag to put on later when everything is ready. My wife didn't show it to me. "It is a surprise," she said. So that means it's a new one that will make my magic run all over the place… On our kid's birthday.
I'm dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. It is the one thing from my own closet that I can wear with the budge in my pants, and it doesn't show much. If it's calm. Which is going to be a problem coz of Regina.
I knock on Henry's door to see if he is ready.
"Hey, kid, can I come in?"
"Sure, Ma. What's up?" He is buttoning his shirt.
Green shirt with simple blue jeans is his choice of attire. It's actually cute on him. I can't believe my boy turns 16 today.
"It's almost time for us to go and...uh...I wanted to see if you are okay after...um...what you saw." I take hesitant steps further in his room.
"Well, I'm already scarred for life, so..." We both chuckle.
"You okay with what you saw?" I don't know why I am asking him again. I just want to be sure I guess. I'm his best friend and I don't want to lose that because of one incident.
"Not okay okay but...um...I guess it makes sense. I mean you are each other's True Loves. It is magic and connects with Mom's magic and gives you what you can't have without it - a child."
"Yeah..." I agree and smile at our kid's cleverness.
"So is it better to have penis or not?" He asks me out of the blue.
My eyes wide open and my eyebrow shot up. Our conversations are very open, but this... Seeing that he is waiting for my answer and reminding myself that our son is sixteen, I respond with the best of my abilities.
"Um...I don't know if it is better, but it's different. I...It feels like an attachment but it is still part of my body. I don't know. It's weird." I shrug and sit on his bed watching him as he brushes his hair.
"Try living with one permanently."
"No, thanks, kid. The troubles it's getting me into are too much for me."
"The anger problem, right?"
"How..."
"Ma, I'm sixteen." He arches a brow just like Regina. "'Sides I knew Mom's problems from before. And it is magic, so I'm assuming you have the same troubles."
"God, when did you become so smart ass?"
"I was raised by the Evil Queen. She had and still has high demands," he states.
It's funny how all of the past is now material for jokes. Sure it stings us sometimes but it's treated as the past. We were different back then, we did bad things and now we are all fine with that. To some degree, we have accepted it.
"Don't I know it?" I hug our boy and kiss his head. "But we love her for that, right?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way. Life could never be boring with this family."
"Sometimes I swear the nurses switched you with some other kid."
"No, Ma. I was just raised by smart person."
"Yeah." I'm pretty sure he actually meant I'm dumb, but I'll let it pass today.
I release him from my bear hug and wait for him to say what's on his mind. He gets that look much like Regina when he is about to ask about what is troubling him.
"So...I want to ask something, too."
Here it is.
"Shoot."
"Can you control it...I mean...um...you know."
For the smart boy he is he has issues with referring to these kind of topics. Thank God he has someone to talk to. I didn't.
"Can I control the erections?" I receive a nod. "No." I answer truly but our son's face falls.
"I mean that my penis is magical and I'm pretty sure if we dissect it there will be no blood. I get one every time I think of your mother. The magic in it connects with hers. Yours is different." I see him relaxing at my answer. "Haven't you talked with David about this?"
"I have...but um..." he looks at me, "Don't tell him that but...You are a lot cooler to talk to."
"All the Prince Charming talk, right?" I add and he nods.
"It's sickening sometimes."
"Too corny," I add again.
"I have trouble with it..." Henry tilts his head down implying that he is talking about his penis. "It..." he scratches his head.
"It raises, causing you embarrassing situations." My son nods in agreement, and I continue. "Look, I don't know exactly how this works or if it's possible to control it, but I will tell you what I do."
Henry smiles at me, thankful for the understanding, and concentrates on my words.
"Mine can be caused not only by thoughts of your Mom. It can be triggered by anger because of the magic. So when I feel the anger building inside of me, I have to redirect my thoughts. And it disappears. Maybe...you should steer your thoughts in moments like that. I-I guess. Does that help you?" I ask, unsure of whether or not I was any aid.
Henry looks at the door, lost in processing my words. After few moments, he looks up at me.
"Yeah...Actually, yeah. Thanks, Ma." He wraps his big arms around me and squeezes gently.
"I love you, Henry."
"I love you too."
I park my Bug in front of my mother's house almost ten minutes later. It is 5:55. Just when I am supposed to come with Henry.
The moment we enter the house, a wave of people passes before me, taking Henry with them. He's the center of the attention, and I am glad for that. He has been through enough and deserves people to love him like that.
It is still surprising for me that Storybrooke is now one big family. Sure there are the occasional fights during town meetings, but it's nothing compared to what was over five years ago when the curse was freshly broken and we were trying to put our thoughts in order.
My train of thought is cut off by magic. I fucking sense magic floating around me, and that means only one thing. I tilt my head to the right where I feel the magic the most and see a swinging door and brunette disappearing behind it.
This is the kitchen, I conclude after opening the door. It is all white with little black elements here and there, and Regina's hovering over the sink.
Even with her back to me I could guess her dress. It is wine-colored with a ribbon over her chest. I thought the dress would be new, but I was wrong. Not that I am complaining.
"Is there a present for me under that ribbon," I ask, walking slowly towards my wife, the magic inside of me waking up in the process. There is some strange tension in the air but I guess it's because Regina has used magic for the set up.
"No," she responds before turning to me. "There is nothing underneath it," she smirks seductively and Swan is so ready for her.
I devour the remaining distance between us, pressing my hardness against her belly, claiming her lips hungrily, and tangling my fingers in her hair. She tastes different now. New lipstick? The moment our tongues brush the realization hit me. Fuck... I detach myself from the lips, the mouth and the body in an instant putting a safe distance.
"Emma Swan!" I hear the very angry Evil Queen behind me.
"Regina." I look at my wife still stepping away from her sister.
"Reina!" Regina screams at her with anger.
"Regina." The twin smirks proudly.
"Reina." I look back at the brunette I was just kissing. Well, it wasn't kissing just a...
"Emma," she beams at me, stopping all my thoughts.
"Reina, this is highly inappropriate." My mother's voice echoes in the kitchen, adding more embarrassment to my situation.
Now I wanna go and hide in the rabbit hole.
"Snow." Reina smiles at my mother with her sick smirk. It's not like Regina's winning, sexy, and evil one.
"Reina, why are you dressed like that?" Regina asks.
"I like that dress."
"Change back this instant," the former Queen orders.
"Why don't you change?" Her sister teases.
The fights between them have always included magic, and I fear what that might do to mine, which I can barely manage to control in the first place.
"Where the hell are the appetizers I sent you for, Regina and Snow?" My grandmother Eva storms in the kitchen, dressed in black suit and carrying an empty plate.
"Oh, I see the appetizer is in Emma's pants," she says calmly like nothing much is happening.
"Mother!" Snow shrieks.
"She knows?" I question while Eva takes a bite from one of the plates.
"Snow told me."
"Mom, why?" I ask but I'm not very sure I wanna hear it.
"I love this family." Reina smirks at the sight before her.
"The more important question is why your tongue was in my sister's mouth?" Regina brings up the topic that I hoped would be avoided. Zero chance.
"Yes, that's more important," Eva agrees with my wife and waits for the fight.
"I was..." I start fully aware that I have no excuse.
"We were about to do that when you rudely interrupted us." Reina explains.
"I sensed magic and I..." The rest of my explanation dies because of pulsating member is painfully testing the suit. Regina's angry magic floats freely in the kitchen, and combined with Reina's, which is very similar, is making my magical member grow even more in the most unpleasant way.
In vain, I take a deep breath to reduce my arousal. "I just had to get used to your magic. I can't separate yours from hers. I can barely distinguish your appearances, let alone your magic."
"She has a point." Eva reasons. Snow nods.
"That is not excuse." Regina raises her hand with palm facing me and effectively stopping me. "You have to be able to..."
"I sensed her a second before you came in."
"You should be able..."
"Calm the fuck down, Regina."
"Don't try to fucking controlling me. You know what? Fuck you." Regina has had enough of it. Thinking about her son's birthday and not making any more scenes, she storms out of the kitchen.
"You already did that." I scream at my retrieving wife. At the same time I run after her leaving Reina and the others behind.
In the foyer I pass by Maleficent drinking her margarita.
"Sexually frustrated woman," she teases me.
"She is not," I say to defend my ego. But that should not be bothering me know.
Regina leaves the house, and I follow her closely, finally taking in what she is wearing. A short black dress that fits her body like a glove. Swan, stay down boy. Although it's hard as rock and I think that it could actually explode any second now. It is hard to walk fast with the hardness and not stumbling.
My wife reaches the Bug and stops before the car. She turns to me with darkened, lusty eyes.
"Get in and fuck me," she orders with low, dangerous voice and opens the door.
I gulp and stand there like a statue. Is this really happening? Regina Mills wants to fuck in the backseat of my car in the middle of our son's birthday party.
Without waiting for me to respond, she gets in the car and sits on the backseat, "Hurry up. I have to do a magic show in a bit." She is in such a hurry that she gathers her dress around her waist so I can see how ready she is for me.
Holy fuck.
I shake my head and get out of the trance I was in. In a flash I am in the car, closing the door and getting between Regina's legs. She wraps them around me and tightens the grips while we kiss hungrily.
"It's...your...fault anyway," she says between kisses.
"Why?" I pull back enough to meet her eyes.
In respond she grinds herself on me, "Your magic, you idiot."
Her left hand snakes between us and opens my zipper, "You are hard, I'm horny. You get it?"
The cold hand comes into contact with my penis making me whine at the feeling.
"I'll take that as a yes," she says, and the next thing I know, I'm thrusting inside of her wildly.
My forehead is pressed against her, allowing our breaths to mingle. My hands are on both her sides while hers are locked behind my head.
The animal in me is awakened. It feels like last night on the bench. The magic is filling the car, fueled mainly by Regina's anger, so I try to focus on the arousal and my hips' movements. Everything else should go in the back of my mind if I don't want to repeat last night.
I think I am successful because my orgasm starts building really fast, and my wife is not far behind. Her walls start contracting around me like we are in sync.
Suddenly we heard bark and someone scratching on the car's window. Startled by the sounds coming from outside the car and turn only to see Pongo propped on the car barking at us.
The dog scares the shit out of my and the next thing I know am jumping backwards, pulling out of Regina and hitting my back at something edgy which I suspect is the handbrake and my head at what I presume to be the dashboard just under the radio.
"Emma, the car..." I hear Regina's voice and sense that we are moving.
"Shit."
"Turn around and hit the brake."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the guide to surviving being caught having sex by Jiminy Cricket's dog, written by the Evil Queen. If my head and back didn't hurt so much I would have laugh. Instead I follow the instructions neatly. I move my head enough to see where the brake pedal is and reach towards it with my hand. I put a little more force in the push and the car stops, but not before crashing into something.
"Great. You hit my car. You couldn't push the pedal sooner, could you?" Regina yells at me and gets out of the car in a flash leaving me to just lie here.
"Fucking great," I whisper to myself.
But the moment gets really embarrassing when Archie comes in my view.
"Emma..." I guess her wanted to help me out of the car but his eyes fly over to my member sticking proudly out of my pants. "Oh, I-I...s-sorry," the therapist stumbles over his words seeing me in this position, state.
"Fuck, Archie," I curse.
"I'm...uh...just..." The poor guy is trying to kick start his brain.
"Turn around, Archie. That might help," Regina prompts him with annoyance in her voice.
He does what he is told. Pongo, on the other hand, stays still with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Stupid dog," the Queen yells at the animal like that will make him ashamed for looking.
So instead of helping me she screams at the stupid dog? Just great. If it wasn't for the damn magic she would have helped me. She would. But the magic is messing with her. Okay, if she is giving up so easily, so can I.
I raise my body, careful not to hit myself anymore. Once my pressure on the pedal is off the car moves a little. I stand up and see Pongo peeking into the car while Regina and Archie are out of sight.
I put Swan in his place, which is almost impossible because of the hard state it's in. I zip my pants and get out of this damn car finally.
Once I'm out the dog starts barking loudly and jumping happily around me.
"Hey, Pongo. I'm glad to see you too," I pat the animal on his head.
"Look what you have done to my car," Regina's demanding voice reaches my ears from behind.
I turn to see the damage, "Headlight and a little scratch on the bumper? That's the problem?"
My wife growls.
"Don't grrr me, Regina Mills. It's not my fault that Pongo startled me."
"Fuck you," she groans and heads for the house.
"You know..." Archie stands by me and clear his throat. "One of you needs to calm down and get a hold of the magic. That's how you'll be alright."
"I know. I know, Archie." I put a hand on his shoulder.
He is really good friend. Probably the only person in this crazy town that can do no harm to others.
"What's that?" He point to my tenting pants.
"Well, that's Swan. I got him to make Regina pregnant. It's magical and we are horny as hell and we get angry easier because of him."
"We should rename Storybrooke to Crazybrooke or something."
"Let's go. Regina's doing a magic show soon."
"Oh, yeah." He nods, and we walk towards the house.
When we enter, Eva is standing in the foyer with Maleficent by her side.
"I told you she is sexually frustrated, Swan." The blonde woman with her margarita nears me, "Having that love meat so close to her and yet she can't have it...Tsk. It's frustrating. I know your woman."
"In what sense?" I can't help but feel the sting of jealousy in my heart for a second.
"More than one." She winks at me and walks in the kitchen.
"Regina wants to see you," Eva says calmly, stopping me from searching for my wife.
"Where is she?"
"In the play room."
How would have thought that Snow White and Prince Charming's new home will have a play room. It occupies the basement. It is big as the house and has billiards, slot machines, an impressive collection of swords and bows as well as musical disks.
"I'm really impressed by this part of the house." Regina's voice comes from my right.
I spin myself and see her leaning her back against the wall.
"Kneel before your Queen," she hisses in the voice I'm sure she used to control her peasants.
"You know, Swan was just starting to go down..." I say as I drag my legs towards her. I will not protest to her command. Not really. "He can't kneel coz he is up."
"Kneel before your Queen," Regina repeats with the same tone.
"Yes, your Majesty," I reply knowing she won't like it.
"Tsk, tsk. It's Queen," my wife demands.
I know that, but I'm way past caring at this point. I kneel before her as she rests her right leg over my shoulder, showing me what I have to do. I elevate myself slowly up lifting my wife's thin frame in the air with my hands on her ass for supporting purposes. She rests her other legs over my other shoulder trapping me in my favorite spot.
"Fuck," she screams when I run my tongue over her folds gathering her arousal and placing it over her clit.
Reaching the bundle of nerves, I take it in my mouth and lap at it eagerly. In response she tangles her finger in my hair, pulling into her.
"Emma, Regina..." my mother's voice reaches me and I pull myself to face her.
The Mayor is still sitting on my shoulders with her back against the wall.
Snow opens her mouth several times and nothing comes out.
Regina slides herself off me, and it is then that Eva and Neal come from behind my mother.
"Emma, you have Regina on your chin," my grandma says, trying really hard not to laugh.
I wipe it with the back of my hand before my eyes set on Neal.
"You." I growl pointing a finger at him.
"Emma, no-o." Regina grabs my biceps with the hope that she can make me not throw myself at him. She hopes this won't lead to me snapping.
I suppose she senses the anger building inside of me because I hear her whispering in my ear, "Control it, Emma." She leans on my back and the trick starts to work.
I take a few breaths listening to my wife's instructions. I feel how the anger stays on the same level.
"Who the fuck invited you?" My voice is not calm despite my attempts.
"Our son."
And I swear everything goes black in front of me.
Thoughts? Feels?