Summary: After a quiet evening dinner, Regina gets over her recent body insecurity issues, with the help of her loving partners. Belle's got a surprise for Marian; but Marian's got an even bigger surprise for Regina. But a new magical discovery takes an unforeseen turn. Robin gets the biggest surprise of all!

Author Note: There are a couple of very adult scenes in this chapter, which is long at over 8000 words. Sorry, but I couldn't resist, especially as several kind readers have PM'd me, asking me to spice things up occasionally as they enjoyed them. If this bothers you, I suggest you avoid this chapter! The ones to follow are not racy, and will move the plot along in time, towards the eventual conclusion. Fi.


Mifflin Street

The dinner was delicious. A perfectly cooked neck of lamb and spring vegetables, all washed down with exquisite wine. Regina was pleased to see that Marian and Robin had both made an effort to dress for the meal, Marian wearing that low cut damson backless number, always one of her favourites, and Robin in an ivory white silk shirt and dinner jacket, which always accentuated his broad shoulders to perfection. And now, after finishing the lightest lemon syllabub for dessert, the three of them sat back, replete.

"That was wonderful, babe," Marian kissed her wife's hand. "Such a lovely surprise to come home to. I don't recall any anniversary or occasion?"

"Do we need one? I just wanted to treat you both."

Robin took her other hand. "Well, I thought it was perfect too, and thanks for going to all that trouble. How'd you get on at the clinic?"

"Good. I'm all clear, and finally off the medication. Now, let's get this all cleared up," she rose, to take some of the plates to the kitchen.

"You'll do no such thing! You did all the cooking, so I'll clear and load the dishwasher. You and Mari go rest, and I'll be in shortly with coffees. As we have the evening to ourselves, you fancy watching a film tonight?"

"Thanks. Yes to the coffees, and perhaps a little cognac? I'm not really in the mood for a film, but..." she gave him a look he hadn't seen for months. "…a cuddle on the sofa would be nice?"


Twenty minutes later, he'd cleaned up in the kitchen and reappeared in the lounge with a tray of coffees, with a small decanter and glasses. "Miladies, do you fancy-" he stopped at the sight before him. Marian was now lying full length on her back, on the sofa, her head propped up on a cushion. Regina was lying directly on top of her, between her legs, snuggled in, her head on her chest, and they were chatting.

"I am so totally in love with you!" Marian whispered up at her as chocolate brown eyes met. "Till you came into my life, I'd no idea I could ever feel this way for another woman, let alone Robin's next love after me. But you, you're just…perfect."

"Hardly perfect, my darling. Besides, you came into my life, remember?" Regina pecked her lips. "Then again, thankfully, you are very biased…" Their mouths latched together properly this time, earning a satisfying moan from both. Marian slowly parted her thighs more, curling her longer legs around the back of Regina's calves. Robin had seen them do this so often, before she became pregnant. One of them lying on the other, clothed or naked, whispering little words of love and devotion. It often seemed to be their starting point for making love.

"I see someone's feeling better?" he said, resting the tray, and dropping to his knees next to their heads. "Seeing you two like that always makes me feel better. Perhaps we should take the drinks upstairs, for an early night?"


When they finally reached the bedroom, slowed down by hugs and kisses on the landing, as the trio held onto one another, Regina suddenly seemed as though she was about to have a change of heart. This time, as she looked up at him, her old confidence was missing. She's nervous, Robin assumed. Thinking this may be about being with him for the first time in months, he was sorely tempted to read her mind, but knew it would be an invasion. "Gina, you seem uncomfortable. Is it me? If you don't want to do this, it's no problem."

She looked up into those searing blue eyes, knowing he'd always catch her out. Is he trying to read my mind?

"No darling, it's not that. I'm just-"

"I could leave you both, for a while? Let you two re-connect? I don't mind, honestly."

"You're sweet but no, don't leave. I want you here, both of you. It's just, it's been a while since we last did this together. I'm feeling…" she felt her cheeks starting to redden. "Unlike you two, I'm out of practice. I don't want to disappoint you. You in particular, Robin."

Marian picked up on something . "What do you mean, 'unlike you two'? We're out of practice too, you know?"

Had she misheard? "No, you must have! It's been almost four months. With either of you!"

"Same goes for us - we wanted to wait till we you were able to join in. Marian and I agreed."

"Why? Why would you do that?"

Marian pulled her into her arms. "Because we love you, you silly girl. We thought it wouldn't be fair if we could, and you couldn't. It was a joint decision."

"A wholly unnecessary decision! You know I wouldn't have minded in the slightest? After all, it's not like you two to hold off now, is it? Heavens, you were all over each other like a rash at the Lucas wedding!"

"True, but as Mari said, we agreed to wait for you. Mind you, we came pretty close a few times, not least in the shower a couple hours ago!" He winked at Marian. "Anyway, never mind all that. We're here now. But you look like you're not sure you want this?"

"Regina, you something you said just now. About 'disappointing Robin, in particular'? Are you thinking you've changed internally since you had Honnie? Is that what you're worried about?"

The way Regina looked away told Marian everything she needed to know. Robin also spotted it. "Gina, you could never disappoint me!" he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him and saw something he'd seen many times. Insecurity. "Just being with you, able to love you, both of you, in whatever form, is a real privilege for me! But, if you're not ready yet, I understand…"

"No, I want this, really, I do. I'm just…feeling awkward. It'll pass. Why don't I do what you do sometimes? Perhaps just sit and…maybe watch from over there?"


Fool - she should have known better!

The next hour was wonderful. After watching them making love (it was always more than just sex), in all their different ways, it proved all too much for Regina. Although she felt like a voyeur sitting in that armchair, she started to pleasure herself at the sight of them ravishing each other, like their lives depended on it. She'd even orgasmed once just watching them as she touched herself, the noise attracting Marian's attention. After they twice called out to her to join them, she eventually succumbed. And they'd treated her like a nervous virgin bride on her wedding night, her two lovers working cautiously but expertly, to draw several powerful climaxes from her with just hands, fingers and tongues. Robin, mindful of her anxiety, had only penetrated Marian so far, albeit several times, before once again, in her usual bluff way, his ex-wife got straight to the point.

"Gina, you need to stop worrying. Just let Robin inside you?" The fact she said it while impaled on him, wasn't lost on Regina. "It'll be fine!"

"Easy for you to say - after you, to him it'll feel like an old drum!"

"Don't be silly, milady, you know that's not true!" as he spoke, Marian eased herself off of him as he pulled Regina closer. "I want you, but if you want to stop, we stop, okay?" he eased her gently onto her back, before moving over her, aligning himself at her entrance. "Okay?" he asked yet again, waiting for her to nod her consent; which she finally did, anxiously. Still glistening from Marian, he eased himself carefully inside her, as he watched her eyes for any sign of discomfort or reticence. Seeing none, he finally drove himself in as far as he could go, earning a loud gasp as her breath left her.

"Hmm, wonderful! There's nothing 'loose' about you, love!" he groaned as her heat enveloped him, "You feel wonderful in there!"

His language was crude, obtuse and unnecessary, but the fact he'd confirmed her worst fears were groundless, made her relax more. Now she could really enjoy the feel of him, and his ecstatic face, as he started to ploughed into her mercilessly, again and again, just like old times, Marian lying close beside her, a silly grin on her own face.

"Good, isn't it? By the look on your face, somebody's got her mojo back!"

"Yes. It's...wonderful!" she dug her nails into his shoulders, gritting her teeth, turning her head to look at her. "Somebody's also making up for...aah... lost time! How about putting that beautiful mouth of yours to some use?"


The following morning

They made love for another hour, before finally stopping, exhausted, just before one in the morning.

Just before Honour's alarm went off, as she grizzled for her early feed. Robin volunteered, putting on fresh boxers and heading to the nursery. The wives squeezed into the shower together, for a quick freshen up before settling back in bed. As they emerged, drying themselves and putting on fresh nightwear, Marian remembered something.

"Heck, I completely forgot! I promised to meet Belle at the diner for lunch. You wanna come?"

"I'd love to, but I can't. I promised Aurora I'd give young Pip some riding lessons. You meeting with her for a reason, or just a catch up?"

"Bit of both. She told me she's completed the translation of that ancient fairy book I told you about."

"Fairy book? Sorry, I don't recall…"

"The mediaeval fairy? Wow, I guess the pregnancy screwed your memory up pretty bad? I told you about it weeks ago. You remember the 'fairy sex' thing?"

"Oh that! Something about sex changing fairies?"

"That's it," she sniggered. "Rumple got it from somewhere years ago. He's read it but it's in an unfamiliar language, so Belle decided to translate it. You know what she's like, if she gets a bee in her bonnet there's no stopping her! So she translated it without his help just so she could learn a new language. Anyway, she finished and read it through. Apparently, it's really very raunchy!"

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with my wife sharing pornography with the bookworm!" she glared, half-heartedly. "I've never been comfortable around fairies either. Too self-righteous for me."

"I agree with you on the fairies. But it's not just that. It's a diary, an autobiography, of someone who lived a thousand years ago. It sounds fascinating…"


The Diner – Later that day

"So David's back home?"

Belle had been listening to Ruby's account of yesterday, as she sat over lunch with Marian. The heavily-pregnant waitress was uncomfortable walking around, seizing the opportunity to sit and talk to her friends.

"Yup. The hospital released him yesterday. We had a little welcome home party, and he's resting."

"Why would they let him out so soon? He was in a deep coma, wasn't he? Surely they'd be monitoring him?"

"Ah, that's something I haven't told you about yet," said Marian. "I was there yesterday, in David's room. It was something to do with Honour's magic, and Emma's little girl Lizzie too. The babies healed him!" Marian went on to explain what had happened yesterday, with the babies and David's recovery, Belle making a mental note to talk to Rumple about it. Or even Merlin.

"Anyway, I gather you've got me something interesting to read?"

"Oh yes," Belle dug into her bag, taking out a smaller, leather bag. "It's very fragile, so Rumple's put some sort of preservation spell on the pages. But here it is…" she pulled out a very old blackened book, laying it flat, together with a modern notebook. "…and here's my translation."

"Why you so interested in translating an old book?" asked Ruby, seeing how carefully she was handling it.

"It's not just any old book! It's an ancient part-autobiography, written by a fairy over a thousand years ago, in an ancient tongue! It tells you things about fairies. Secrets, which hardly any non-fairy knows, and according to Rumple, quite a few things fairies would rather humans didn't know! She was quite the feisty girl, young Brighid! She had affairs all over the place, and a lot of it's rather vivid. She talks about some of the machinations of the Fairy Court, and as for the royal orgies…"

"Royal orgies?" said Ruby, eyes wide and suddenly interested. "Marian, I think I'd like to read that after you?"

"Then best speak to Rumple first! Because it's so ancient, it's valuable. He's put a little spell on it. After a week, it'll disappear from wherever you put it, and reappear back in his private collection. So, you've got a week to read it…"

"Good job you translated it then?" she smirked. "Thanks Belle, I'll enjoy this!"

"No problem. Oh, and one more thing. As you've got partners with magic, he told me to tell you to be careful. Apparently, the spells she detailed in it are real!" She gave her a saucy grin. "If you get my meaning?"

Marian's cheeks flushed, remembering their conversation about magical penises and hermaphrodite fairies. "I do. Thank you, Belle."


Mifflin Street. Later that evening…

"Marian, apart from dinner, you've had your nose stuck in that damn book since you got home! You've hardly said a word to Robin or me!"

"Sorry Gina, but Belle was right, it's really hard to put down! Did you know that, like us, Reul Ghorm was once in a polyamorous relationship?"

"The blue moth? Impossible. I thought you said that book was a thousand years old?"

"It is. But fairies regenerate. She was in love with a human woman called Aoife, who was married to the King of Lir. Apparently, he caught the pair of them, in flagrante, but didn't have the heart to have them killed or exiled! Also, he secretly liked boys too, so later on Reul used to 'service' him! They became closer and eventually she joined both of them in a relationship. They were all lovers right through until their deaths, after which the king's son exiled her."

Regina was astonished. "It says all that? About Blue?"

"Unbelievable, right? Brighid was one of Blue's early mentors. You remember when we talked about that 'magic cock'? Well Brighid taught Blue a specific spell…" she looked back down at the notes. "It's surprisingly detailed."

Although the thought of Blue having any form of sex filled her with disgust, the fact that the book contained personal stories about one of Regina's oldest opponents, aroused her interest. Also, she'd seen the chief fairy's face when they announced they were with Robin as a threesome. What a hypocrite!

"Come, sit by me? There's a description of the magic spell she used," as Regina sat, she wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her closer. "Did you know, when a female fairy wants to make use of a phallus for whatever reason, she can just cast a spell which grows her own clitoris? And male fairies can do the opposite, giving themselves a vagina?"

"And what if they can't get rid of it?"

"There's the reversing spell here for that too. Belle's even translated those…"

"Sounds like more of a sex manual than an autobiography! Whatever was the bookworm thinking?"

"Don't be like that!" she rebuked. "Belle's been a good friend to me this past year! And anyway, if you bothered to sit and read the notes, you'd see it's a life story, not just an erotic novel. Sadly, it ends rather abruptly. Rumple said Brighid was eventually killed by one of the former Dark Ones. It's in his shared memories of all the Dark Ones, apparently…"

"Leaving him memories of a lurid tale and sex-change spells, so it seems! Still, considering it may involve others we know, even if they are just fairies, I'd like to read it. I wonder whether Tinker Bell, Tiger Lily or Nova are in there?"

"Not sure, but I'm only a quarter through, because it's slow working between the notes and the sketches in the book. I'll leave the rest till tomorrow…" she closed the book, resting it down on the table.

"Well now I have my wife's full attention," she pecked Marian's lips, "I was hoping for another early night? Perhaps even…" she gave her another kiss, "…pick up from where we left off last night?

"Sounds like someone's getting back to her old self! How could I possibly refuse?"

"You can't, my dear," She dropped yet another kiss. "You really can't!"


Regina woke to Honour's cry, at around three in the morning. Fortunately, their baby had a good nature, and settled quickly, provided she was fed and changed promptly. As her eyes drifted back to sleep, her mother cradled her silently and lovingly in the moonlight, whispering. "I love you so much, my little darling. My precious little princess. When I first saw you, I only spotted your papa in your eyes and dimples, and me in your hair. But now, I can see so much of your other mama too! That little stare, and the frown you give me if I'm being silly. That smirk of yours! You're just my perfect, beautiful bundle. I never thought I could have moments like this, feeding my own baby. But papa and mama gave you to me. The most perfect present ever. Pleasant dreams, my sweet darling."

As the baby slept soundly, she popped her gently back in the cot, spotting an empty milk bottle. "Typical – your naughty papa's not tidying up after himself again! Sleep well, beautiful."

She crept downstairs, to empty and leave the used bottle in the kitchen, when she spotted the book. The book, and notepad, that had Marian so engrossed all day! Having been awake for a good half-hour now, she decided to make a quick hot chocolate to help her sleep, before going back upstairs. Perhaps reading a little would make her even more tired? Minutes later, with the book on her lap, notebook in one hand and cup in the other, she started to read…


Some hours later…

"What are you still doing down here?"

Robin was usually the earliest riser, probably due to his earlier life under canvas, having been used to rising with the dawn chorus in the forest. So, he'd been surprised to see Regina lying slumped on the sofa, a book on her chest, having clearly fallen asleep hours ago.

"Hmm, wassup?" she yawned. "I must have dropped off after I fed Honnie. What time is it?"

"Just gone six. I'm heading to the inn early this morning."

"SIX? Hell, I've been down here all night! What about Honour? She's-"

"Fed and snoozing. She's fine. I see you fell asleep reading Marian's book? I read it last night before bed. Coffee?"

"Please. What do you mean, 'read' it? It's taken me ages because of that ruddy woman's handwriting! I fell asleep only a few pages through!"

"Speed-reading. One of the benefits of Merlin's, or Zeus's, magic, I guess. He's given me an eidetic memory, so I can just scan pages these days and it seems to go in. It's a very interesting story. Rather graphic, in some parts…"

"Lucky old you! I never thought of you as reading autobiographies?"

"When they're relevant. Did you know the spells she mentioned are real?"

"How would you know that?"

"Merlin's memories. I've picked up all sorts of weird stuff. He knew Brighid! Being a couple of thousand years old, he's been around. Tink's mentioned, too…"

"Don't tell me any more! I hate people telling me how a story ends before I've watched or read them. Henry used to do that." she stood, straightening her stiff back. "You mentioned coffee?"

"I'll go make it. So, are you going to try that spell then?"

"Spell? What spell?" she had a horrible feeling she knew where this was going.

"The 'magic cock' spell?" He said it as though he was suggesting ordering something off a menu. "Don't tell me you haven't considered it? I'm quite sure Marian has!"

Her cheeks flushed. "Robin, you may be our fiancé, but I really think that's something between Marian and I, don't you?" she regretted her choice of words the moment she said them, seeing his hurt look. Why shouldn't he be involved? They were all together, weren't they, and the three of them knew every inch of their lovers' bodies. "Besides, I haven't even read that far. Why the interest?"

"I remember what she said to you, when she first mentioned the book." He gave her a mischievous grin. "I'm sure you haven't forgotten?"

Now she felt awkward. "That's a conversation for another day. What about that coffee?"


There was no mention of the book again for another two days. Not until Saturday night.

Most Saturdays, Marian and Regina would share an evening bath together, something they had done since their relationship began. Robin never asked to join them, as he believed they should have that time for themselves. And three adults, even in that huge slipper bath, would be too cramped. This time, like the first time, Regina had used her magic to transport a small table, containing her whisky decanter and two glasses, to apparate next to the bath. Unfortunately, she hadn't realised the table also had the book and Belle's notebook on it as well.

"Ooh, hang on a minute!" said Marian, spotting them as she eased herself under the foam. "Could you move the books onto our bed, please? I don't want to risk them getting damp."

"Of course," she flicked her fingers, "I didn't even know they were on there." A moment later and the two books disappeared. She reached for the scotch, pouring two generous measures. "Have you finished it yet?"

"Almost," she slid her left leg under Regina's right, her right leg over her thigh. "Only a few pages to go. I couldn't put it down! She was quite the racy girl, or fairy, once upon a time."

"Robin's read it already. He said Tinker Bell's in it?"

"He read it? When?"

"The night before last. He used magic I don't have - some sort of photographic memory. But I'd like to read it after you before you give it back to Belle, if that's all right?"

"You best do it over the next few days before Wednesday then, or speak to Belle. Apparently, Rumple's put a time lock on it for safety. Next Wednesday it'll disapparate, returning itself back to his 'private' collection!"

"That seems a bit extreme, and I'm certainly not letting him know I'm reading it! All right, let me know when you're finished, and I'll try to read it quickly. I only want to know about the blue moth's little 'indiscretions', for when she next gets on her self-righteous high horse!"

Marian chuckled. "That's fair; you know I'm not good around fairies either! For the record, there's not too much about Blue unfortunately, only about her royal threesome. Tinker Bell gets a mention, but only because Brighid thought she was being bullied. However, there is one old friend of yours she does mention quite a bit."

"Go on."

"Maleficent! Seems your old girlfriend made quite the impression on her…"

Regina glared back at her, arching a brow. It was pointless, Marian was never intimidated. One of the many reasons she loved her. "She was not my girlfriend, merely my friend. My magical mentor."

"Well you did say she was the first woman you ever kissed, Emma being the second? Anyway, that's not important, only that Maleficent, as a young girl, or dragon or whatever, was once in love with a young prince. He was murdered, she was inconsolable, and it seems Brighid gave her a bit of comfort, to help her get over it."

Her mind went right back to the afternoon Daniel was killed in the stable by her mother. Then to her old magical friend. Could it be true? "So Mal knew Brighid?"

"Very well, the way she describes it! You know that 'magic cock' spell? Let's just say the two of them became more than familiar with that magic! She wrote it all down. Not very discrete…"

"That's putting it mildly! If anyone I was intimate with wrote about it, I'd incinerate them!"

"No problem with me then!" Marian slid lower under the water, her rump brushing softly against Regina's. "Mind you, I'm surprised you haven't asked about the spell yet? And you know which spell I'm talking about, Mrs. Locksley!" she pushed in a little harder, making sure her centre grazed over her wife's, under the water. "Of course, if you're not interested…" she smirked.

"Of course I'm interested, you horny woman..." she nudged back, pleased to hear a slight groan as they rubbed together. "That's one of the reasons I want to read that wretched book of yours! But magic can be dangerous, particularly when it's changing your body. If it were to go wrong, it's not as though I can call the book's author now, can I? What if the effects were permanent?"

"Well she did list two reversing spells," Marian's arms went around the other woman's raised leg, pulling them together. "Perhaps we should have Robin here, as he has magic too?"

"I'd rather not! If I wound up with something bigger than his own not inconsiderable offering, I don't want him feeling put out. Plus, that little part of mine is particularly sensitive!" she ground back into her, both now pressing harder as they moved together, the water almost spilling over the edge.

"Which is why I'm going to be the first to try it!" Marian said firmly. "It was my idea in the first place!"

"No Mar, I couldn't possibly! I have the magic. If anything went wrong…"

"Then I have a powerful magical wife to fix it. Plus a powerful magical fiancé, who can also deal with it."

"And what if the reversal spell doesn't work? You could be stuck with a...male organ...until we get it fixed! Marian, I'm really not sure. We should try it on me first. I think I have the higher pain threshold."

"Bullshit, I'm not buying it! I told you before Gina, I want to do this. You remember what I told you a couple of months ago? I've fantasised about doing this for a few weeks now. Being inside you. It's the one thing Rob can do, that I can't. That, and getting you pregnant," she gave her an evil grin. " Besides, if you don't agree to let me go first, I may take a lot longer to finish that book before it has to go back."

"Blackmail really doesn't suit you, my dear!" If she arched her brow any higher, it'd slip over the top of Regina's head. "You're also forgetting, I'm the only one with the magic to cast the spells! So…if I run out of time to read it, neither of us gets the chance to find out…"

Marian gave a triumphant smile. "Just as well I photocopied the spells from the notebook then, isn't it?"

"You, Marian Locksley, are a wicked girl."

She sniggered. "True. And I can't wait for you to find you just how wicked I can be!"


Marian chose the following evening, Sunday night, knowing Robin was going to be working an evening shift in the Sherwood Arms. She felt guilty asking if he could have both Roland and Honour stay there too, as he'd also settled them the previous night. Although it would be no problem, what with several of his friends staying there, the look he gave her told her he probably suspected she was up to something. Nonetheless, he happily agreed, saying in that case he would stay the night there, and come home early in the morning.

Regina seemed more nervous than her wife as they both sat on the bed, facing one other, with Marian's notes alongside. She'd again tried remonstrating with Marian that the spell could misfire, or not even work, but she was not to be put off. The former Evil Queen, who had managed to dominate and control men and women for years, always found herself powerless when Marian was determined.

"All right, here goes. Now, if you feel anything's wrong, or there's any pain, whatsoever, you're to tell me, right? You promise?"

"For the umpteenth time Regina, yes! I'm to tell you. I promise! Now, stop putting it off and read the damn words…"

She nodded, a lump in her throat as she started to read the words she's practised the pronunciation for, at least a dozen times, her fingers now hovering a few inches over Marian's lap. "Θεά της Γονιμότητας, Σας παρακαλώ ..." she started reciting slowly, careful not to miss a single syllable, her nerves showing as her fingers trembled, Marian watching carefully. They'd agreed that, unless there was any pain, she should stay silent during the casting. However, what she was feeling was not pain but…tingling. Intense tingling below. As she looked at her lap, she started to tremble when she saw, from just below her neatly trimmed pubic mound, her mons pubis, a dark purple & pink fleshy tube start to emerge, growing gradually as Regina repeated one word, "Περισσότερο", slowly, again and again. The phallic shape, its head smooth and shaft vein less, continued growing longer, until it reached around six inches in length. As it grew, the tingling subsided giving way to a sensitivity, a coldness. Now it was Marian's turn to feel nervous, as she nodded at Regina. "Okay, you can stop now?"

"Απέχω," Regina commanded looking up. "You okay?"

"Fine," she whispered, "It feels kinda cold and sensitive, you know?" Both women looked down in disbelief at the new…appendage. Marian cautiously touched the side with her fingers, relieved to find it wasn't nearly as sensitive as the clitoris from which she assumed it had transformed. She nervously wrapped her hand around the lower shaft, enjoying the warmth. "It's…okay."

Still in a state of disbelief, Regina moved closer. "May I touch it?"

She nodded. "Be gentle, yeah? I think it's probably a lot more sensitive than Robin's..." As her hand was replaced by Regina's, she felt the immediate warmth return. "That feels nice. You want to try stroking it, like we do with him? But please don't squeeze…yet."

Watching Marian's head then roll back, as she shut her eyes and groaned in bliss, was an incredible turn-on for Regina, and she felt herself becoming wet below, as she gently moved her curled fingers up and down the smooth shaft. "Oh my goodness, Mari, it's rather beautiful."

"It certainly feels nice from here! Ooh, that's lovely. It's so…tender. But you can go a little harder if you like?"

Feeling it pulse under her fingers, Regina couldn't resist and, without asking, lowered her lips to gently kiss the head. Unlike a male organ, it had no wider brim or meatus, and no opening. But it was smooth, with the top noticeably thicker than lower down. At the feeling of her lips, Marian shuddered. "Aah, that's so nice! Try sucking on it, Gina? Please?" She lowered her mouth over the smooth dome, careful not to suck too hard. Robin always loved it when she did that, but…this was all so new! But she knew she was doing something right when Marian jolted, gasping at the new sensation. "Ooh…so good! Now I know why Robin likes that so much! It's wonderful, so tender. Don't, don't stop!" She ran her hands through dark locks, trying desperately to avoid pulling on her and pushing it further into her mouth.

Regina had no intention of stopping, seeing and feeling just how strong Marian's reaction was. Plus, she was rather enjoying the feeling of dominance she felt over her wife in the moment. I'm definitely casting the spell on me next! she thought. However, she seemed to be sucking on it, enjoying the sensation, for less than a minute before she felt Marian's entire body shudder as she was delivered of a powerful orgasm, yelling out Regina's name in the process.

"Fuck, that was good!" she gasped, out of breath, as Regina removed her lips. "I never felt anything like that before. It's like my clit can feel so much more!"

"Would you like to a rest?"

"No, definitely not! I'm ready to go again. I need you on your back. Please?"

Regina smiled, willingly doing as instructed, lying down and noticing that the new appendage (was it now a cock, or a huge clitoris?), hadn't softened. As she lay back, the taller brunette hurriedly slid her hands up her nightie to forcefully remove her knickers (well that's what Marian always called them), delighted to see just how wet they were. As was her equally sodden, glistening core.

Regina almost panted at the slightly crazed, lust-filled look from her wife. "What, no foreplay?" She arched a brow. She wanted this as much as her lover, but there was always time for a little tease. "You know, it is customary to ask permission from a lady, before proceeding any further?"

Marian gave her the hungriest look she'd ever seen. "Well, forgive me, your Majesty! May I be granted permission to enter you, and fuck your brains out? May I be allowed to make you come, screaming my name to the heavens before you pass out in utter bliss?"

"Quite the boast!" A wave of her fingers and nightwear and bras disappeared, leaving both gloriously naked. She smirked at the sight. "But as you put it so gracefully, I guess I could allow it…"

Within seconds, Marian had moved over her body, parting her thighs gently before kneeling between them. This is it – I'm really going to be inside her! As two pairs of brown eyes exchanged a cautious look, Marian carefully used her hand to position and slide the 'cock' between the swollen lips below. Both women moaned together as it slowly moved inside, Regina being so wet, there was almost no resistance. "God, it's so warm - you're like velvet !" Marian whispered, as Regina gradually enveloped her, her hands reaching around and clutching her bum cheeks, pulling her in tighter. Curling her head up, she seizing Marian's left nipple between her teeth, sucking hard.

As Marian's confidence increased, she started pumping in and out, slowly at first. Regina relished the sensation of being filled. It felt rather different to Robin's. Longer, but not so thick. But still exquisite! "You feel wonderful! I can't believe this is happening!"

"Me neither. I can't believe I'm really inside you! I can feel everything. All of you. I can't believe Robin gets to feel this!" Her pace increased as he felt Regina's calves rest on her own, pulling her in even more. Despite having this new organ, this cock, she could still feel the wetness start to leak just below it. "I…ooh shit…don't think I'm going to last much longer, babe! Please tell me you're close?"

"So close! I'm just about…THERE!" she let out a piercing scream, as an orgasm seared through her entire body, causing her to clench on Marian, bringing on her own peak as both women arched their backs, Marian looking almost in pain. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" she screeched. After letting the pulse race through her, she dropped a kiss on her before sliding off and out of her. "So good!"

As they lay on their backs side-by-side, panting, finally drawing enough breath to sit up, Marian saw the still rigid, albeit glistening, phallus. "That was amazing! But I'm still hard. Fancy another round?"

They made love for the next half hour, achieving several more orgasms. The rests in between became longer, but the new organ never faltered once. As they lay back again, glistening in sweat, it still stood, erect and proud, almost challenging them to continue. "Gina, how do we make it go down?"

She sat up, collecting Marian's sheet of paper, before moving her hands over the unyielding phallus. She recited the words carefully "Θεά, παρακαλώ αντιστρέψτε αυτό …" and was silently relieved as she watched their new friend shrink down, smaller and smaller, until finally transforming into the little hood of skin above the opening which had been there less than an hour ago. "You okay?"

"More than okay! We're going to do that again. Soon!"

"A-hem. I hope you don't think you're finished, madam? It's my turn, I believe…"

Within minutes, Regina repeated the spell, but on herself this time, delighted to see the spell work smoothly and easily. And for the next half hour, the roles were reversed, as she made love to, and fucked Marian to blissful oblivion. However, it was during their third, and final round, with Marian bent forward on all-fours, that Regina made a critical error. As she slammed into her from behind, relishing just how much better it was than using the strapless dildo, she realised she wasn't getting as much feeling anything like as much as when they were facing one another.

"Hold still," she said, still behind her, buried inside her, and kissing her shoulder, "I'll just make it a little bit bigger for you." She reached again for the notes. ""Περισσότερο", she repeated carefully, twice, pleased to feel her new organ grow inside her partner. Marian gasped loudly at the increased sensation. "Wow – you're enormous! That feels so much bigger. Keep going." she growled. And Regina did, feeling new ridges and sensations inside her as she drove in harder. It was absolute ecstasy, and she wound up finally climaxing, once again, within a minute of Marian.

However, as they drew breath together, Regina resting on her wife's back, she was about to pull out when she realised they had a problem.

A big one!


The Sherwood Arms

It was almost four in the morning when Robin resettled Honour in her crib, after her second feed of the night, using her mothers' expressed milk from the fridge. Sarah, one of the bar managers, had kindly offered and given the baby her first feed around midnight while Robin closed up the inn. Roland was sleeping soundly in the room next door. As he yawned and prepared to go back for a couple more hours sleep, he spotted his phone, on charge, in the little kitchen. Robin, at Regina's suggestion, always made a point of keeping it switched off at night, so not to wake Honour. But with both of them soundly asleep, he couldn't resist catching up with any messages. Although he kept the device on mute, it was clearly a mistake to switch it on, as within seconds at least ten messages bleeped in, before the voicemail went off. No peace for the wicked!

He read them in order:

Mari: 'Robin, call us ASAP!'

Then another:

Mari: 'Call me as soon as you read this!'

And from Regina:

Gina: 'If you can be bothered to use your phone - call. Now!'

Followed by:

Gina: 'It's two in the morning. Call me or M! Just call!'

Finally:

Gina: 'Come home. But come alone!'

Looking at each one, he saw they were all sent early this morning, only hours ago. "Shit!" he groaned, stepping outside of the room to knock on Sarah's door. After several attempts, the young girl, in her pyjamas, groggily answered. He apologised profusely, saying there was an emergency in Storybrooke, and could she mind coming in and listening out for Honour until he returned? After that, he focused his magic on getting changed instantly, before disapparating. Seconds later, he apparated just inside the front door of Mifflin Street.

Quickly checking they weren't downstairs, he called out. "GINA? MARI?"

"Upstairs!" yelled Regina, the sound seeming to come from their bedroom. A quick burst up the stairs in ten bounds, he was just about to open the bedroom door when he heard her yell:

"Robin – is there anyone with you?" she sounded panicky. "If so - don't come in!"

"No! You said come alone…"

"Come in then!"

He cautiously opened the door, to find his two lovers sitting upright at the bedhead, both facing the door as he walked in. Marian was sitting on Regina's lap, both facing the same direction, with a large shawl wrapped around the pair of them. Their faces seemed almost scarlet! "Miladies?"

"Robin," Marian's voice seemed almost…angry. "We have a problem!" But she didn't move. Just remained sitting on Regina's lap, both looking uncomfortable. "We need help."

"What kind of help?" as he moved closer, they remained still. "Are you in some sort of...pain?"

"Not exactly…" it was Regina's turn to speak, but her voice sounded unusually vulnerable. "We're stuck." She tightened the large shawl around them, covering them even more, leaving just their heads exposed.

"For heaven's sake, Gina, take the bloody shawl off!" Marian growled, clearly riled. "We're marrying him this year, and he's just about to find out anyway! Take it off!"

Flustered, she obeyed, dropping the shawl. Robin could now see they were both wearing nighties that were hitched up, covering most of their top halves, but leaving their lower halves exposed as they sat facing him. Marian seemed to be wearing no underwear, sitting directly almost on top of Regina's bare lower stomach, with her legs held together.

"What's going on? Why are you-"

"We're knotted, all right?" The growl seemed even deeper. "Gina and I used one of the spells from Belle's book, and we've become knotted!"

It took him a few seconds to comprehend what she was saying, as he dropped to his knees in front of them. Knotted? Marian nervously parted her knees, as Robin slowly lifted her nightie.

"You're stuck together – with a magic cock?" This was ridiculous! Seeing them like this, he so desperately wanted to cry with laughter but, somehow, fighting all his instincts, he managed to restrain himself!

Regina must have spotted something in his eyes. "If you so much as titter or laugh, Locksley, I swear I'll burn you where you stand!" Her growl was worse than Marian's!

"Why didn't you use magic to make it go down?"

"Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?" Her voice was laden with sarcasm. "Because, smart ass, while we've been stuck like this, my magic isn't working! Can you imagine how hard it was to get to the phones to call you?"

He saw the pages on the bed. "And the spells? There's a reversing one there too. I read it!"

"It worked the first time, when Gina reversed mine! But hers has stayed…large. Too large. Inside me. The head is bigger now and it won't go down, and she can't pull it out! We've been like this four hours, waiting for you to switch your fucking phone on!"

"Which you always insist I switch off at night to avoid waking Honnie? What happens when you cast the reversing spell?"

"Nothing. Why do you think we're like this?"

"But it worked the first time? What was different?"

"Nothing! That's the problem!"

He pondered what to do, before seeing an option. "Regina, I have the spells in my memory. I know them, but I don't know what you did. Can I read your mind for the last few hours, to find out what you did differently?"

She glared at him. She knew Merlin had given him this weird power to read minds, but he'd always promised never to do it without her permission. "Fine. Just a few hours. No more!"

"I promise..." He placed an open palm gently against her head, focusing as the Sorcerer had taught him. Within seconds, the last hours flew backwards across Regina's mind, before stopping at the point she'd arrived in their bedroom, before playing forward, slowing at sections and speeding on again. All images transferring themselves into Robin's mind, in a matter of seconds, as he kept his eyes tightly shut.

He finally spoke. "O-kay. I think I know what the problem is! First, Regina, you forgot to use the spell to stop it growing when you were inside her! Like a dog's rather than a human's, it goes on to swell wider when it reaches a certain size, rather than longer. Second, you need to be calm."

"Calm? How the hell can I be calm when-"

"The spell's powerful. It blocks any other magic, and doesn't work when you're agitated! I think you need to become calmer, then the reduction spell will work, than the reversing one after that."

"Can't you just do it for her, Rob?" Marian asked. She looked exhausted. "You know how long it takes for her to calm down?"

"I'm right behind you!" Regina growled.

"It's true though, Gina. I adore you, but you've been yelling in my ear since this happened! If all it needed was for you to calm down for the magic to work, we could have been out of this hours ago."

The woman behind her rolled her eyes indignantly, knowing it was probably true.

"The person who cast the spell has to undo it, unfortunately. Hey, let me make you both a cup of tea? I'll use that horrible camomile stuff you like, Gina. That'll calm you." He cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing her lips. "Then we'll see…"


Sure enough, half an hour later, with Robin standing close by and holding their hands, Regina repeated the reduction spell. This time it worked, and Marian was finally able to climb off her wife's now shrinking member, pleased to get back into her dressing gown, and run off into the loo, as she'd been desperate. Using the final reversing spell, the phallus disappeared back, turning into its original form.

"That's one very impressive spell!"

"You have no idea!" she sighed, relieved to be putting her own dressing gown back on.

"Actually, I do! I experienced all your last few hours, and all the feelings and sensations."

"Sensations?"

"All of them. I have to admit, it was quite the turn on! Sorry Gina, but I'm only human..."

"This never happened! I mean it, Robin, I never want anyone else to find out about this, ever!" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "That was so embarrassing."

"You have my word." He pulled her towards him, kissing her once again.

"And thank you. I love Marian, and all my family, with my entire heart. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. But there's only one person who has ever been able to truly calm me. That's always been you!"

"Just as well I'm not going anywhere then, isn't it?" He pulled her into his chest.

"It is. Don't get too cocky."

"No, that's your job…"

"What?"

"Getting 'a cocky'! At least - if you get the spell right!" he grinned.

"Shut up! That's a terrible joke. Sometimes, I really hate you!"

"Nonsense. You love me."

"True. Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late!"