Consensual parent /child incest. Don't like it, don't read it.
It had been a week and a half since the drama with Ava, and Henry hadn't seen her since, aside from one day when he was walking down the sidewalk. When she'd seen him, she'd glared and crossed to the other side of the street. It surprised him how glad he was for that.
Now, on a quiet Monday evening, he laid in bed with Regina, holding her against him and gently caressing her stomach. "Can I ask you something?" he said quietly, breaking the silence.
Tilting her head up to look at Henry's face, Regina nodded. "Of course, darling. You can always ask me anything," she answered.
"Could you... tell me about your sexual history?"
Regina bit her lip and pushed herself up, moving off Henry and leaning up on an elbow, facing him. "All of it?" she asked softly, hoping her voice didn't convey her insecurities.
Henry nodded, moving his hand to cup her cheek and draw her into a tender kiss. "I won't judge you," he assured her, hearing her hesitance.
Wide, chocolate eyes were trained on Henry when she began speaking. "Daniel and I... we never were able to be together, but we messed around a little. He would touch my breasts through my clothes and we would... make out, I suppose. We never touched each other underneath our clothes, but I did get to feel him against me sometimes. And of course we kissed a lot. He was my first kiss," she explained, her voice slightly sad at the fact that he was only one of two men she'd ever truly loved and they never even had their proper chance.
"You wanted to wait until you married him?" Henry assumed.
Regina nodded. "Yes. I was, what my mother would call, a 'good girl' and had every intention of being with only one person for, what would hopefully be, my entire life."
"I wish you'd gotten to have that," Henry said softly, tucking her against him and kissing her temple.
"Sometimes it makes me sad," she began, pressing a kiss to his warm skin. "But at the same time, if I had that and had been able to run away with Daniel, I would never have adopted you and had the chance to love you."
Henry smiled and rubbed his hand up and down her arm, encouraging her to continue.
"My virtue was taken by the king." Regina paused, swallowing the bile rising in her throat at the thought. "Sarah was my first at my choice. And… James was next."
"How old were you with each of them? And how old were they?" Henry asked. "Not the king. I know you were only nineteen. But Sarah and James?"
"Sarah was... a handful of years older than me," Regina answered, thinking for a moment. "I was twenty, maybe, and I think she was twenty-four. James was younger, obviously." She paused again to check his face to see what he was thinking. "I was twenty-one and he was eighteen when it started."
Henry just nodded and asked, "How old was Daniel?"
"He was twenty when we met, I was seventeen." Smiling at the thought of their first meeting, Regina continued, "He was so lovely and kind. And he was the first person who was interested in me as a person, not an object."
"He sounds like a good man," Henry said, smiling.
"He was. He would have been a good father. And I think you would have liked him, had you gotten the chance to meet the real him and not the monster Victor made him." She thought a moment, deciding that what she would say wouldn't offend Henry. "You are similar to him, perhaps I have a type. You are kind like he was, and beautiful, both your soul and your heart. You're a snarky brat sometimes, and he never was, but I suppose you got that from me."
Henry couldn't help laughing at that. "And James? Was he like that, too?"
"Oh no, James had the snarky brat personality you have. Maybe it's genetic," Regina teased, tracing her fingers softly along his muscles.
"That's so weird," Henry chuckled. "My great-uncle got you pregnant."
"And now you have, as well," Regina answered.
Growling playfully, Henry pawed at Regina's belly. "Mine!"
"She'll be beautiful," Regina told him. "Just as you are."
Henry decided to forgo pointing out that Regina was now referring to the baby as a girl, as well, and instead asked, "So who was after James?"
Pondering for a long moment, Regina organized the numerous people in her head. "A great handful of handmaidens and guards after the genie killed the king, but truly no one of significance at that point."
A little cautiously, Henry asked, "What about the huntsman?"
She sighed, burying her face into him for a moment before finally looking up into his eyes. "After I asked him to bring me Snow's heart and he didn't, I took his in place of it. I... initially I intended to use him, to use his body. He was attractive and fit. And…" Regina trailed off, a blush covering her cheeks.
Henry's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he stroked his fingers through her hair, coaxing, "And…?"
"He was a huntsman, his family were wolves," she began, her cheeks felt warmer than she'd have thought possible. "I imagined he'd be animalistic and that made me wonder."
"Why, Mother," Henry teased, rolling her over onto her back and grinning at her. "Such naughty, naughty thoughts for a queen to have."
Humming, Regina shook her head. "Don't be a brat."
Henry chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows over her. "So what did it make you wonder?"
"Just... what it would be like to really be fucked," she answered. "I'd had sex, over and over, with so many people, and James was probably the roughest. But he still had this... I don't know, this worry that I was fragile, and perhaps that was because, when he met me, I was weak. As far as handmaidens and guards went, I think they were all too afraid of me."
"And did he satisfy that curiosity?"
"He did. Oh yes, he did," Regina answered, her voice dark. Chuckling, she added, "That was how I knew I liked it rough and hard and fast."
"And what made it so freaking hard to get you to let me make love to you," Henry added, shaking his head a little, but grinning. "So after you had him, were there others, or just the huntsman-turned-Graham?"
"Graham was my bed partner until... well, until I killed him," she answered, the thought sobering her and causing her to cast her eyes downward as they filled with tears.
Henry's brow furrowed and he rolled again to bring her back against his side, holding her. "Why did you?" he asked gently. "Was it because he was remembering?"
Shrugging against him, she sighed heavily. "Part of it was because he was remembering. I wasn't ready for the curse to break, to lose you and everything else I'd built. The other part was because I cared for him in an almost dependent way. I needed him. I viewed him as mine, and as one other person I cared for that Emma was going to take away."
"I'm sorry," Henry murmured, kissing the top of her head and closing his eyes.
"Don't be," she answered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's nobody's fault but my own. I killed him and I deserve to live with that."
He kissed her again and spoke into her hair as he asked, "Was there anyone between Graham and Robin?"
"No." There was a finality to her tone that she hadn't intended, so she spoke again. "There was almost David, but then that was all, until Robin."
"And between Robin and me?" Henry asked, almost tentatively. He didn't think there had been anyone, but he had been trying to actively ignore any potential love life she may have had at the time, to not burst from inappropriate jealousy.
"Nobody. Not until you came into my room and fondled me in my sleep," Regina teased easily.
Henry snorted, protesting, "Hey, I was asleep, too!"
"Mm, likely story," she joked, moving up his body to hover her face over his. "My naughty boy."
"You like it when I'm naughty," he chuckled, running his hands up her back.
Leaning down, Regina hovered her lips just barely above his, her own brushing his as she spoke. "And you like it even more when I am," she whispered.
"Mmhmm…" Henry lifted his head to catch her lips as he pulled her hips down against his. "Feel like being naughty?"
Shaking her head slightly. "I don't really feel like... I'm not up for any tonight, but if you are... I have the perfect idea," she answered, a wicked grin held on her lips.
Henry groaned slightly. "Yes, please." They hadn't had sex since she confirmed the pregnancy, and while his "Men's Guide to Navigating Pregnancy without Death or Dismemberment" book (which he'd bought in secret) confirmed that women's libidos dive-bombed during the first trimester, it was starting to get difficult to even think about Regina without getting an erection at awkward times.
Regina smirked, pushing away from him and walking to her closet. "Undress," she demanded, as she disappeared into the walk in.
Not questioning it, Henry quickly shed his pajama pants, throwing them across the room toward the hamper and laying back.
In the closet, Regina pulled her nightie and panties off and strapped her new strap on around her hips. Peeking around the corner into the room to make sure Henry had obeyed, not that she expected him not to, she walked back toward the bed once she saw that he had. Pulling the lube from the nightstand drawer, she tossed it onto the bed next to him and climbed on by his feet, nudging his legs apart.
Henry's gaze flicked quickly between Regina's face and the silicone cock between her legs. "Hi there," he said eagerly and willingly spread his legs apart, his cock already hard against his stomach.
With a grin, Regina settled herself onto her knees between his legs. She kissed his chest softly, letting his cock press in the valley of her breasts. She whimpered slightly at that, because she did miss him being inside of her, she just couldn't make the mood strike for her. Slowly kissing down his body, Regina licked the length of his cock before settling to her stomach between his legs and kissing him lower, her lips soft against his balls.
Breathing deeply, Henry let his fingers curl and uncurl into the sheet, watching her with eyes already heavy with lust.
She checked his face, watching his reaction until she couldn't anymore as she moved further down, holding his balls against his cock. Sliding her tongue out, the tip just slightly brushed his puckered hole.
"Fuck," Henry hissed, pulling his legs up to give her more room, heels digging into the mattress.
With a mischievous smirk, Regina took advantage of the extra room and repeated the action, pressing harder this time and letting her tongue swirl around and over the tight hole.
"Oh my god," Henry moaned, his hips rocking into the sensation. "Feels so good."
Pulling away slightly, Regina licked her finger and gently pressed the tip into him. "You like that, baby? You like when I lick your ass?"
Henry's voice was a soft, whining whimper as he said, "Yeah," and nodded, squirming down onto her finger.
"Good," she answered, twisting her finger inside him slightly as she brought her tongue to lick a strip from her finger to his cock. Pulling her finger out, she returned her mouth to him, biting at his flesh before she pressed her tongue once more against his hole.
"God, Mom..." Every movement of her tongue made his cock twitch, and he reached for it, already needing release.
Regina snapped her head up, swatting his hand away from his cock. "No touching," she growled. "You are mine."
Henry whined and reached up to grab the headboard, his fingers clenching around the wooden slats (their new bed picked for both comfort and bondage possibilities).
"Do you want me to fuck you, Henry?" Regina asked seductively. "Do you need me inside of you?"
"Yesss," Henry whined, drawing the word out and jerking his hips up. "Please, Mom, I need you."
She licked him once more, finding that she didn't find it as appalling as she imagined she would. Regina then pushed herself back on her knees and reached for the bottle of lube, soaking the dildo in it, stroking her fake cock in one hand and making sure it was covered. Her other hand was pressing one finger inside him, her fingers already covered in the slick lube. Twisting her finger around, flexing it and curling it, she looked to him for permission to add another.
Groaning, Henry thrashed his head slightly, fingers tightening around the headboard. "Please, more..."
Regina pulled her finger out, adding more lube and pressing two into him this time. She repeated her actions, twisting, curling and flexing, readying him to be fucked.
"Please, Mom," Henry groaned, his hips moving constantly with her strokes. "I need you. I need you to fuck me, please."
Grinning, Regina pulled her fingers out and lowered her hips, pressing the tip of her cock to him. She gently pressed the tip in and waited for him to tell her more was okay.
Henry inhaled sharply, letting the breath out with a long, hissed, "Yesss..."
Regina took no more time in teasing him, instead shoving the cock hard into him and beginning to rock against him, holding herself up on her fists beside his hips.
Henry howled and arched, pulling at the headboard and grinding down against Regina's hips, the building pleasure forming a knot deep inside him.
"You like that baby? You want your mom to fuck you hard?" she asked, stilling her hips. "It's your turn to beg."
"Yes, Mom, please, please fuck me," Henry cried, trying to move harder on her to compensate for her sudden lack of movement. "Please, I need you so much, I need you to fuck me hard, please, Mom, please fuck me hard."
Deciding it was enough, she moved her hips again, her hands moving to hold herself up on his stomach and she thrust into him.
"Mom!" Henry's head thrashed wildly from side to side and his stomach muscles tensed under Regina's weight, making it harder for him to meet her thrusts.
"Yes baby, feel how good it is," Regina breathed, pounding into him with all her might. "That's how good it feels when you fuck me."
Panting for air, Henry continued to beg, "Please... please, Momma, I need to come, please make me come, let me come..."
"You can come whenever you want to, baby," Regina purred, fucking him harder and refusing to touch his cock. She did slide one hand to his throat, squeezing it gently. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come for your momma."
Henry's hands moved from the headboard to bunch in the sheets, whining grunts escaping his mouth with each thrust, so close to the edge he could taste it.
Squeezing his throat tighter, Regina thrust as hard and fast as she could, her body burning for him to finish. She wanted to watch him come.
Henry's yell came out hoarse and half cut-off, his fists pounding into the mattress as he arched sharply, his hips thrusting and jerking as he shot pearly-white streaks across his own stomach and chest.
Regina grinned, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to him. "Good, baby?" she asked, turning to her side and running her fingers through the white streaks across his chest.
Henry just whimpered and shivered at the touch, slowly blinking his eyes open, his vision fuzzy.
Leaning down, she kissed his lips softly while she waited for him to finish coming to.
After long moment of taking deep breaths, Henry slowly kissed her back, murmuring, "Fuck."
"We just did that," she teased.
"Oh my god did you ever." Henry looked at her with a dazed grin. "That was amazing."
Chuckling softly, she answered, "Good. I'm sorry I haven't been very much in the mood lately."
"If that's how you make it up to me, I don't even care." Henry grinned. "That was so... wow."
Regina glanced down at their bodies and decided a little magic wouldn't hurt, and she waved her hand, cleaning them both and making her added appendage disappear. She leaned into him, cuddling into his neck. "I'm glad. You deserve that."
Feeling the slightly uncomfortable slickness of the lube disappear, Henry curled into Regina, wrapping his arms around her. "Thank you, beautiful."
"You don't have to thank me for sex, Henry," she said softly, relaxing into his hold. "I love you. I love everything about you and how you love me. Pleasing you is all I want."
"Well then thank you for being so good at it," Henry amended around a yawn, nuzzling into her chest.
"Go to sleep, baby," Regina ordered gently, closing her eyes as she rested her head against him, breathing in the musky scent of his skin.
Henry hummed in agreement, quickly allowing his fuzzy brain to drift into sleep.
Waiting as she heard his breaths even, she sighed against him, too many thoughts conflicting her mind to allow her to sleep quickly. Eventually though, sleep did come and she held him as closely as she could.