After the Queen had unceremoniously informed Robin that he was to dispose of none other than her own stepdaughter, the Princess Snow White, she had gone into further detail about her assassination plan; she wanted to make sure her dark orders were not traced back to her.

Her main concern lay with the tricky fact that even though his first kill was to be done quickly and whilst he was concealed, the second one was much more elaborated. She insisted upon having him chase the sodding girl and when the job was done, carve out her heart and bring it back to her.

In order to accomplish such a feat, he was to disguise himself as one who the crown had taken pity on after a great fire had burned his farm to the ground, along with his family. Robin had to laugh at how much that made up story rang true to him – if he did not laugh he would have cried – but the Queen could not have known that. She had fabricated the story and arranged for him to join the forest patrol, which was the only part of the royal guard that posed as any threat to her plan.

The forest guards of the patrol were part of the royal guard who watched over the small forest about the castle. Since the kingdom had been peaceful for many years, the castle having not been under attack for decades, these guards were very few, and either too old or too young to do the actual work the Royal Guard required. They guarded the forest as sentinels, barely really armed, but if anything were to happen, it was their duty to sound an alarm.

And that very fact posed as the Queen's main problem; were the alarm to be sound, their cause was certain to be doomed, Robin would be hanged and the Queen, as she had told him dismissively would have the burden of finding yet another assassin and formulating an alternative plan.

She insisted upon having the brat's heart for her collection, something which Robin still could not understand why, for the organ would wither and smell, so why would she want to keep it? But the Queen was burning to have her grip on the girl's heart, and there was no talking her out of it – not that he tried; Robin was not suicidal.

If he were to dispose of the princess the same way as her companion, their troubles would be few and he could sooner, rather than later, claim his reward. A reward must unorthodox but Robin was way over any kind of beliefs on what was right or wrong. His reward was something the Queen had promised not with words but actions and now that Robin thought it over, he kicked himself internally for not having drawn a contract of some sort. That woman, after all, was a vicious one, and even her alluring figure was not able to mask that trait. Robin just hoped that when all the killing was over with, she would hold her end of the bargain, an end which involved both of them naked and sweaty.

That was how Robin had found himself in the Patrol's headquarters, the place looked ready to collapse and had a sinister aura about it, even in broad day light.

The clothes he had been given were not new; the last young guard who had been moved to the royal guard when he came of age had worn them. The uniform was simple and quite similar to the clothes Robin had worn previously; very light and rather comfortable, easy to manoeuvre in. The only painful difference was that he now had the royal crest glued to his chest, just above his heart, a sight that would have made his Merry Men laugh for an entire week.

Thinking about his once merry brothers made Robin's chest ache with anguish and loss and he had to fight to keep those memories at bay, in order not to blow his cover so early on. That part of his past had been locked away; he was not that person anymore. He could not be, not after everything he had done, he was not worthy of any of his brothers or their compassion.

Robin's attention was drawn away from reminiscing as he was forced to listen to the chief of the patrol, Captain Mormant, who kept on talking regardless if Robin was listening or not.

"Ah, I'm glad to see young Arthur's uniform fits ye!" the man said as Robin re-entered his office. The captain was well beyond his prime years, but still a big man nonetheless, he held himself with great pride. His hair was almost all white but Robin could see a few remaining grey strands. His skin was quite weathered and the wrinkles of his face tripled as he gave Robin a sincere yet tight smile.

"Yes, thank you sir." Robin replied, attempting to act as normally as possible.

The story the Queen had set for him was not difficult to make believable; the role of the grieving widower came quite naturally to him. The same could not be said of a certain Queen-

Why were his thoughts trailing in her direction yet again? He was supposed to concentrate on the mission at hand and draw as little suspicion as possible. But as soon as the memory of her daring hand on his cock hit him, he was helpless to resist. Robin had to only let his mind wonder for a few moments and the image of her all clad in red – and sometimes not clad in anything at all – would rush into his head.

"Good," the chief responded, "Ye have come just at the right time lad, we have been in need of another man-" the chief looked at him, then narrowed his eyes a little and gave a hearty chuckle, "How foolish of me, I seem to have forgotten to ask for yer name!"

Robin had to laugh, "It's Ro-" he stopped his sentence midway and closed his mouth as he almost blew his cover. His adventures with the Merry Men had not allowed for anonymity; he had once changed his name to Robin Hood but that man no longer was. Given that he was undercover, Robin deemed that using even his birth name was risky. And if he was recognized because of any name he once used for himself, it was doubtful the Queen would be pleased.

Ah! That damned woman ! Once again, she manages to snake her way into my thoughts

Robin cleared his throat, "Roland, my name is Roland." He gave the captain a small smile, and prayed to whatever high force above that he sounded sincere enough.

Thankfully, the man did not need much convincing, he accepted the name and extended his hand so Robin could shake it, "Very well, Roland."

"Since this forest is quiet and not very grand, we only need three guards to do the patrol during the day and two other during the night." The old man continued, "Ye will be responsible for the east patrol during the day, when ye're not on patrol yer time is yers to do as ye please."

"Very well, sir." Robin was feeling rather foolish, pretending he gave a damn about the instructions the old man was giving him.

Honor

Robin had almost scoffed as the old man told him how grateful he should be to have the honor to serve the crown. Honor had only brought him misery, seeking to do the honorable thing for his people had mangled his life. Robin had ruined his life and the lives of the ones he loved the most.

The man standing before him held himself with pride as if this pathetic job of watching over a couple hundred trees was relevant.

Robin pushed down his real feelings around the subject of honor and paid closer attention to the man's words.

"Billy does the south patrol and Dominic the west. They will be here any minute," The old captain continued, "The day shift ends at sundown, and the boys come to report to me before they head home."

"I have no home to go back to sir; I was told I am to take my rest here." Robin said; it had been the last thing the Queen instructed him to say before she had ordered him away.

It was probably her way of keeping an eye on him, making sure he would not escape or betray her.

The old captain frowned and dropped his gaze. "I'm sorry about that lad," he looked up again, "But yes, ye are to stay here then." after a grave moment of heavy silence, he continued, "Come," he strode past Robin, "I'll show you the rest of the headquarters."

The old man pushed open the timeworn, wooden door that led to a common room. The space was not grand, but managed to accommodate a round table with several mismatched chairs around it. The bookcases contained more trinkets than actual books, and there were several wooden chairs, carved in different patterns dotted around the room, several of them in front of the lit fireplace, an obvious source of warmth in the cool weather.

"There was a time when this house was full of noise and filled to the brim." He muttered whilst looking around at the empty room, his expression haunted. "Those were the good fighting years, now… it's too quiet." He shook his head and looked at Robin, "I should not have said that, I am grateful that the late King managed to keep our kingdom in peace for so long. But one cannot help but miss more thrilling times of his life."

"Indeed" Robin responded grimly, feeling that last remark hit him as the cold harsh truth of his reality.

Robin was then led up the old, worn stairs, each step resulting in a sharp creak when weight of any kind was put on it. There was a long corridor upstairs with several wooden doors on either side, the hallway was barren except for a rotting carpet covering the surface of the floor. Even during the day the place looked haunted, Robin could only imagine it was going to be even worst once the sun was down. To his surprise, the carpet bore the color red, not as vibrant as the Queen's dress or lips, but faded as if it was just a trace of her having been here.

The old man led him to a door at the end of the corridor, as it was pushed open the hinges squeaked. He gestured for Robin to enter. The room was empty but for a bed, a small rectangular wooden table that looked like it was about to crumble and a petty mirror that hung just above it.

"Ye will be taking yer rest here." He said, "It's been a long time since anyone has spent the night,"

Robin knew that the man he as pretending to be was supposed to feel frightened about the prospect of lingering in such a place for an entire night. But he could not bring himself to feel threatened or afraid in any way.

What could possibly happen to him? He was technically the person everyone else should be afraid of; he was the monster who was going to assassinate the royal princess come sunrise.

"Thank you, sir." Robin replied with a nod, trying to push in some uneasiness into his voice for good measure.

Just as the captain nodded his way and made it to leave the room an idea formulated itself in Robin's head and before he could stop himself he inquired; "Captain, if you do not mind my intrusion, for how long have you served this order?"

The old man gave a hearty laugh as Robin had expected him to. "Ah, for longer than ye have been alive, lad."

"So I imagine you have been in the presence of the King and Queen on many an occasion." Robin said, calculating his every word.

"Oh, yes!" the old man's ego was starting to swell as Robin's words hit bull's eye. "I was even present at the royal wedding." The man said proudly.

"Even the second one, sir?" Robin asked, pretending to be fascinated. Old fool.

"But of course!" the old man beamed, "That girl was lucky indeed to have won the wee princess' affections so quickly."

Robin was confused, "Girl?"

"Oh yes. When our present Queen first came to the castle, already engaged to the King, she was merely a lass. Seventeen years of age if I'm not mistaken." The old man stated.

"Seventeen?" Robin could not help but let it slip, "How many years was the King the senior to her, sir?" he was slightly horrified and feared to count the years separating the young woman from her royal husband himself.

The captain gave him a quizzical look at his inquiry but replied all the same, "I cannot say for sure lad," his brow creased as he counted the years, "Something along 30 years of difference I reckon-" he stopped and looked at Robin, "Why do you ask?" there was suspicion in his words.

"Just curiosity, I guess," Robin tried to shrug the man's question as best as he could, "She was the one who gave me a new life after what happened with my farm-" playing the farm card always seemed to have an immediate effect on the old bear, who smiled sadly at him.

I do not need your pity you pathetic sack of bones-

There was a small moment of silence and the man spoke again, "She was a quiet, timid thing when she first came here, rarely smiled, and when she did it would never really reach her eyes." The old man continued looking out the small window, "At that time my rounds would take me near the stables, I was able to spot her there caring for a mare she had brought from her parent's estate on more than one occasion." His brow creased as he recollected, "It was there where she seemed most at ease. Don't you find that odd?" he asked without drawing his gaze from the outside view.

"Yes." Robin responded automatically in nothing more than a whisper.

His plan had worked perfectly; he knew these old castle coots took great pride in boasting how much they knew about their lords. Robin was fortunate enough that the old man chose just the royal wanted to hear about.

The Queen

Although, it seemed as if he was talking about a completely different person than the one Robin had met only hours ago.

Timid? Quiet?

Robin had been witness to several sides of the Queen that day, ranging from promiscuous to determined to heartless, but he was yet to experience the side Mormant had seen.

"Have ye ever seen her lad?" the old man finally turned to him whilst he inquired.

"No, I have not." Robin lied, his mind filling with images of translucent lace, red velvet and crimson lips and searing hands on his-

"Well, ye will sooner or later. The East path leads to the King's resting place. She's bound to make her way through it any day now to pay her respects, as his daughter does every day." The captain informed him and Robin was reminded once more of why he had been brought to this shabby house in the first place.

"I have only heard rumors," Robin tried, this was a risky question but he could help but ask it nonetheless, "but they say she is the fairest of all women, is that true?"

Robin found the old man's reaction comical as his face turned red, before speaking in a hushed, serious tone; "I bear the utmost respect for my King, boy. As should ye." He was looking at Robin right in the eye, but then the his gaze dropped and went out of focus as a small smile appeared on his face when he continued, "God forgive me for saying this, but she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen-"

Robin wondered what else he could have gotten out of the old bear if a noise downstairs had not drawn his attention away.

"Come boy, the others are here."

…

Robin was introduced to his day patrol companions, Billy and Dominic, who were far too young and foolish to be handling any kind of weaponry. They were both a foot shorter than Robin, not a day older than 18 and far too merry for his taste.

"It is a rather tedious job if I can be completely honest with you, my friend." Billy had said after the old captain had taken his leave and the three of them were sitting alone in the common room "People hardly ever use the forest route anymore."

Robin knew he had to gather as much information as he could of the possible whereabouts of his 'patrol companions' for his plan to succeed, so he swallowed up his complete detestation to their merry air and engaged in conversation.

"So you basically spend all day walking about a road that no one even uses?" Robin tried to sound as the pair did.

"Not all day, no," Billy explained with a small smile, he looked back as if to check if the chief was indeed gone and continued, "We do walk, from one resting stop to another, and cannot help if we happen to lose track of time whilst, resting-"

Both young men burst into laughter and Robin gave them a tight smile he hoped they would not notice was completely fabricated and not at all sincere. But the information they had yielded was quite helpful indeed, if the two other moronic sentinels to this forest were sitting around doing God knows what instead of their duty, the chances of them sounding the alarms was much smaller.

When their laughter ceased Dominic took a big intake of air and pointed out, "Although, Roland will be taking the East watch."

"That's true! Lucky sod!" Billy patted Robin on the shoulder and he felt like relieving the young lad of that limb, "You will be able to steal a glance or two at the lovely little princess."

Robin nodded at that and wondered if the Queen would not mind if he got rid of two additional people. They laughed too much and far too easily which irritated Robin to no end. They reminded him too much of the youngest of his merry man. Lads who had made blood oaths with him. Blood oaths that Robin had broken. Every single one of them.

He wondered if the Merry Man still existed even in his absence or if they had broken apart since they had no leader. But there was slight comfort in the knowledge that Little John would never let that happen-

"-patrolling under those skirts!" he caught Dominic saying, drawing his attention back to the present conversation. The boys were both laughing and sending mock kisses off into the air.

Robin rolled his eyes.

"Have you caught sight of her yet?" Billy asked Robin.

"Sorry, of whom?" Robin did not care who

"Of the princess Snow White, that's who!" the boy responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No, I have not." Robin said not really trying to conceal his irritation anymore since he had gotten the information he needed. He rose from his seat abruptly in order to prevent himself from strangling one of the little imps. "Lads." He said as he nodded to each of the boys.

The boy's smiles froze on their faces for half a second and Robin turned on his heel and crossed the door that led to the staircase. When he was out of the young men's eye reach, he could hear them resuming their conversation, their loud voices still reaching Robin even when he had lifted his foot onto the first step.

"Enough about the princess Dom. You know whose royal sorrows I would love to soothe away." Robin stopped dead, for some reason he had a very good idea of the bearer of these sorrows. His blood began to stir a little hotter inside his veins at the suggestive manner Billy uttered the word 'soothe' that had nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with several sexual acts.

"She looks so different now." Dominic said, "You should have seen her today Bill!"

The rest of his statement was too quiet for Robin to hear, so he took a few steps back towards the common room and pressed his ear against the oaken door.

"…could have sworn I saw her lips curl in a smile at the ceremony." Robin caught Billy saying.

"Don't be daft Bill, why would she smile at her husband's funeral?" Dominic asked.

"I don't know, maybe he was bad in the sack." Robin could hear both lads gasp at Billy's words, which was followed by a heavy silence. Both lads suddenly burst into laughter in unison.

"I would most certainly like to help her majesty with that!" Billy said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Bill, you are crazy, if anyone hears you-" Robin could hear the sound of chairs dragging on the floor and heavy footsteps making their way towards the spot he was standing. He quickly rushed up the wooden stairs before the boys could catch him eavesdropping. Robin's years as an outlaw making it easy for him to make it to the top of the stairs swiftly and soundlessly, regardless of the fact that the staircase was almost crumbling to pieces.

…

Robin had been finally left alone in the old batty house Mormant insisted on calling Head Quarters. When he was sure the house as well as its whereabouts were deserted, he went out to retrieve his bow and quiver that he had hidden inside a tree. He found a little extra precaution to be necessary since not twenty-four hours from then, two bodies would be found dead somewhere around the woods, and these very same arrows would be sticking out of them. Therefore, it was best if Robin concealed the fact that he was armed at all, the dagger the Queen had given him to carve out the heart tied tightly around his leg near his ankle.

As he sat on the edge of the squeaky bed, feeling like he finally had a moment to himself, Robin started to reflect on the events of this insane day.

If anyone had told him that in one cycle of the sun he would be hired to murder a princess, join the royal guard, which was sworn to protect said princess, and have the Queen herself bite his earlobe and squeeze his hard member, he would have laughed until he passed out.

The Queen's plan was quite elaborate, as if she had taken her time to think over every last detail of it.

She wanted that girl gone for good.

The reason? Robin had no idea.

Probably so the brat could not have the opportunity to rouse up her own set of allies and take over the crown herself – royals had the disgusting habit of stabbing their own in the back.

Robin did not preoccupy his mind too much with the reasoning behind the Queen's orders but rather at the Queen's generous offer of payment.

His thoughts easily darted back to when spoken word was not at use between them. How absolutely electrifying it had felt when their bare skin came in contact, how the sound of her moans had made him momentarily delirious, how the taste of her skin still lingered on his lips.

He wanted her, he wanted far more than what he had gotten that afternoon. Robin found himself looking forward to completing his mission so he could bask in his reward. He vowed to fuck that woman so hard she would feel the ache his cock had caused her for days.

As Robin's thoughts lingered on the seductive Queen, he could not help but think of the young, shy, seventeen-year-old bride who loved horses he had heard about-

Suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared before his eyes and Robin shot to his feet and reached for his bow instinctively, drawing an arrow and pointing it to right to the center of the smoky storm.

Robin's heart was racing in his chest but his hold on the bow and arrow was still firm. As the smoke cleared he could make out a figure that could only belong to one female, one he had become quite familiar with that very afternoon, one that he wouldn't mind becoming even more familiar with in the future.

The Queen was staring back at him with an unimpressed scowl and a raised eyebrow.

"Put that silly thing away outlaw." She commanded.

Robin was surprised to see her again so soon after their earlier meeting. He was aiming his arrow right between her enchanting but impatient eyes; he quickly drew his aim away from her and loosened his grip on his weapon.

"Forgive me. I thought-" Robin started but she promptly interrupted him

"Your thoughts do not interest me in the least, thief." She snapped. "I only came here to deliver something to you."

She was still wearing the same dark red velvet dress, but the intricate hairdo she had worn had been undone. All of her long black tresses were cascading down her back, it looked as if she had just carelessly removed the pins and had tossed her hair to the side, but the silky, black locks framed her gorgeous face perfectly, as if she were some matter of a Goddess.

Unfortunately for Robin, that face was not wearing the same seductive expression from a couple of hours ago, but rather a somewhat annoyed one.

"You honor me, your majesty. Coming to see me, in person, to make the delivery." The daring words were out before Robin could stop them along with a knowing smirk.

Had he gone completely insane? This woman was downright mercurial; any step out of line and his fate could be far worse than what she had in store for the princess.

She let out a disgusted huff and rolled her eyes, before turning her displeased gaze onto him. "Do not flatter yourself thief; I only came myself because no one can know about our arrangement."

"Well that thing inside your mirror most certainly knows about this arrangement right to the very last detail." Robin taunted, meeting her eyes – which widened at the mention of the mirror.

"That is irrelevant. He is irrelevant." Her words were cold and harsh. Did she detest everyone?

"Speaking of which-" she waved her hand and the small mirror that had been hanging above the table disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She hummed looking at the now empty wall.

Her eyes went back to his as she extended her hand in his direction. "Take this."

Seeing that she did not intend to move, Robin took a few steps towards her and inspected the contents of her extended palm. A small broche, it was but a wee thing, the size of a button, shaped like a four-ended star of a compass. It bore the vivid color of red that had been returned to his repertoire that day. He felt that odd zapping sensation when their skin came into contact again. When the Queen quickly withdrew her hand, Robin came to the conclusion that it could not be one-sided; she must have felt it too.

"Pin it on that disgraceful jacket of yours." She spat with disdain.

Robin did as he was told, pinning it on the left side of his jacket, just above his heart, "If your intention was to better my garments, I'm afraid the broche is of little assistance."

Robin was fairly certain the Queen had not come to play, but he felt an odd kind of satisfaction in delivering those words to her and watching her eyes grow wide with touchiness.

"Don't be ridiculous, outlaw," she dismissed, but Robin could sense that her words held less poison than before. "That broche is enchanted."

Both of Robin's eyebrows shot up at this new information.

How could he have been so stupid?

Robin turned his eyes to the broche that was now pinned on his jacket, wondering if it would come off if he tried to remove it, "So you can control me?"

"No, you buffoon!" She retorted as she narrowed her eyes. "It's so I can see everything you see through my looking glass. I want to watch."

"Watch what?"

"What do you think, you idiot?" She responded, her dark eyes igniting with wild fire, "I want to see you rid the world of that insufferable, spoiled brat with my own eyes."

Robin took an unconscious step back.

"But isn't your looking glass currently housing that 'irrelevant' friend of yours?" Robin said with a smirk, trying to bring back a more pleasantly passionate version of the Queen.

She rolled her eyes yet again, "I have managed to enchant one looking glass so he-" she stopped halfway through her tirade – which she said with a tone so fed up it was as if she had been talking to him for hours. It probably felt like it.

"I do not owe you an explanation of any kind, thief." She snapped, the furious fire back in her eyes as she stalked over to where he stood and promptly pushed him back with a single hand on his chest.

Robin tripped slightly, losing his footing for a moment and almost stumbling into the small, battered table. She gave a pleased huff through her nose and smirked at his loss of balance. Robin found it odd that she would resort to physically pushing him; he was well aware of her being quite capable of doing much more damaging things with her magic.

With yet a new shade of red dancing through her amused, fiery eyes she closed the distance between them as one of her hands rose to grab one of the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer to her.

Their lips were almost touching and Robin could scrutinize the intense, red color that adorned her lips. The vibrancy of the ruby red shade was as if she had just colored them, which was a ridiculous notion; why would she-

Robin's train of thought was interrupted as the Queen said through clenched teeth, "You would do well to remember that I'm in charge; I'm the Queen."

Their lips were a mere hair's breadth away and Robin longed to take her plump lips into his and ravage that devious mouth. He could feel the Queen's heart beating fast against his chest and he knew that anger was not the only thing surging through her.

"Now show me some respect-" she spat at him, "-and kneel." she finished her command with a raised eyebrow, the hand clutching his lapel shoving him downwards.

Robin had to kneel whether he wanted to or not, his knees hitting the wooden boards of the floor. He looked ahead only to find he could not bring himself to complain of his current position, since now his head was aligned with her-

"That's better," Robin heard her say but kept his gaze forward.

So close

His face was so close to the red fabric he could almost feel the velvety feel on it on the tip of his nose.

Only a breath and a layer of fabric away from something the Queen possessed that could work some magic of its own on him, no enchantments required. Robin licked his lips. His mind racing with ideas of what he could do if that damned ruby red velvet was not there.

To his utter disappointment, she took a step back. Robin looked up. She was grinning as she studied him from above, Gods above… that woman was stunning.

With a wave of her hand, Robin watched mesmerized as a tear started making its way up from the hem of her dress to just above her knee, her bare leg now visible to him. Robin's jaw dropped at the sight and he had to swallow and blink a couple of times, afraid this had all been a hallucination. But as his gaze fixated on the newly exposed skin, he knew it was all too real. What he could see of her leg was downright flawless, perfectly toned and silky smooth.

Suddenly, she brought the foot belonging to the exposed leg to rest on his neck. The toe of her shoe slightly lifting his chin – forcing Robin to look up at her - as her heel dug dangerously into his Adam's Apple. The sensation was both erotic and chilling, for now Robin was exposed to a little bit of leg skin, but were she to lean just enough weight on that shoe and her pointy heel would surely meet the insides of his throat.

She inclined her body forward with alarming precision, leaning just enough weight to make him fear for his dear life but looking so predatory, he wanted to fuck her even if she killed him during the act. She outstretched her arm so her elbow was on her raised knee, her hand coming to her chin. Her index finger traveled along her red lips, Robin's eyes followed the movement as she parted them and took the tip into her mouth for a second, biting it flirtatiously as she studied him, still heel digging treacherously on his neck.

"Now, let's see if you are really worth keeping." She purred her eyes sparkling with anticipation, Robin had to swallow again, to which she gave a little grin.

She leaned back and trailed her foot in a tortuously slow speed down his neck before it came to rest on Robin's shoulder. Her high pointy heel was now digging into the flesh of his shoulder with a little bit more force than before, the scratch the sharp point had left on his neck stung, but all pain simply dissipated at her next words.

"Now, let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use."

Her foot left his shoulder as she kicked off the high-heeled weapon she had had on his throat moments ago as well as its twin. Her now bare foot returned to his chest, trailing further to hook just behind his shoulder and before he could blink, she yanked him to her with it.

Robin, feeling his member respond accordingly, was absolutely delighted at what had just transpired; this woman was truly a puzzle, quite unique, he was certain he had never met another like her.

After all the bashing and the pushing around, if Robin had heard correctly, she wanted his mouth on her. He had never met anybody who could awaken so many different emotions in him all at once. The emotion he favored on focusing on now had a lot to do with the delicious leg that was hooked over his shoulder.

Robin took notice that she had lost a few inches in removing her shoes, which was just fine by him since now his face was perfectly aligned with the apex of her thighs. He licked his lips in anticipation and heard her say, "Don't make me regret this, thief" she ran her hand about his hair, her nails scrapping his scalp with an odd gentleness that could only mean one thing. As if he had predicted it, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled so his eyes met hers and slurred, "Pleasure me." She then let go of his hair with very little regard to care but Robin himself was not caring much either.

He could hardly believe this was all actually real as his hand went to the Queen's ankle, the one which was not over his shoulder, and worked his way up her silky smooth leg, his palm heating up with the warmth and sparks from the bare contact. His touch was light, something that surprised him immensely, but this whole affair was all too good to be true and might very well be a dream, so Robin decided he was going to take his time and make it last.

His searing hand reached the Queen's thigh, the feel of her meaty limb in his hands was electrifying, her skin was so smooth he was afraid the merest scrap of his nails would mark it permanently. But then, the idea of giving the Queen something to remember him by was far too enjoyable, so he dragged his nails back down – drawing a soft moan from the monarch as her left hand came to rest on his shoulder.

He continued to tease that other leg as his attentions were brought to the one that was curved over his shoulder. Robin did not give space to logical thought, placed his lips upon the flesh of the side of her knee, and nibbled on the skin. The Queen shivered at that first contact and then proceeded to hum quietly when Robin began trailing open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, on the flesh exposed to him.

Robin made a vow to taste every single inch of the strong but so very soft legs. As he gently bit into the little skin of her thigh that was available, and was amused at the Queen's gasp as her muscles quivered under his lips.

But the outlaw's greatest delight came when his wondering hand reached the soft curve of the Queen's arse and found nothing covering it. He had to smirk at her nerve, he ran his nails over her ass and around her hip until he reached a small amount of hair in between her thighs, which only confirmed his theory, the Queen had foregone undergarments for this particular visit.

As Robin's thumb found the Queen's core she let out a small moan when he brushed it past her clit, he groaned when he discovered that, indeed, the only thing covering her sex was slick arousal. He slid a tentative finger into her and she gave a small whine of appreciation.

The vision of this goddess like woman, bucking her hips against his finger, stormy eyes shut, plump red lips hanging open and head slightly tilted back, was simply heavenly. The notion that the Queen had come to him in this bleak, shabby house with the lame excuse of delivering that pathetic broche without any undergarments and already wet with desire, sent a fire through Robin's body.

Robin felt a wave of lust wash over him when he mused that it was as if the Queen was confessing to him that she ached for him to take her and ravage her until they both passed out with exhaustion. Even if that had not been the Queen's precise intention, at that moment, having that delicious woman wrapped about him, Robin felt quite bold.

With this newfound revelation, Robin slid his finger out of the Queen's wet folds just as she bucked her hips forward which would have resulted in her falling over had she not been wrapped about Robin.

"What the hell do you think-" She halted her sentence midway when Robin paid no attention whatsoever to what she was saying, grabbed the ends of the tear she had created in her dress and pulled until the slit reached her navel.

The Queen let out a big gasp and Robin looked up and grinned, expecting to have riled her enough to see that fire in her eyes again, but to his utter and complete surprise she let out a hearty laugh, not mocking but almost adolescent – as if she'd been caught misbehaving.

"Nice handy work, outlaw," she said, a little out of breath. She bit her lower lip as she looked at him. She cupped his right cheek and drew her thumb along his lower lip and he immediately took that thumb into his mouth and sucked hard, twirling his tongue around it and earning a hiss from the Queen when he bit down. When he released it she continued, in a much more sultry voice; "Now fuck me with that tongue."

"With pleasure, your majesty" he breathed.

Robin let out a low groan as he turned his gaze ahead and was met with the sight of the Queen's bare, glistening folds. The sight, combined with her enticing and direct orders, suddenly made him hungry, famished. Luckily for him, the feast was laid right in front of him.

He quite literally pounced on her inner thigh, biting and licking and working his way up to her center. But just as he was about to reach them, he traced a teasing lick on one of her outer lips, he turned his mouth to her other inner thigh and gave it the same treatment.

With every new contact, he felt an electric connection; the odd overwhelming sensation of their flesh coming together was indescribable and absolutely addictive. It tingled every inch of Robin's flesh that brushed against hers and made his heart race.

The Queen sprang her hips forward and gave a small whine in between her soft moans, urging him to attend to more flaming areas of her anatomy than her inner thigh. Robin then turned his attention to her heated center and gave her a generous lick that drew a throaty moan from between the Queen's parted lips. He licked her once again, but this time his tongue remained in her folds and quickly found her bundle of nerves, which he started to play with, teasing with his tongue. The Queen's hands came to grab onto his hair as she let out a soft yelp.

Robin licked, nipped, and sucked the Queen's sensitive knot thoroughly until she was panting and digging her nails into his scalp. His hands had found their way underneath the ripped dress and started kneading her phenomenal arse. Robin's grip was sure to leave crimson angry nail bites on her rear, but that only encouraged him to clutch her with more fervor. He wanted her to think of him every time she sat that glorious arse on that pompous throne of hers.

He held her firmly as his mouth went down to explore her wet folds. The Queen tasted like the most exquisite thing in the world, and the combination of her arousal and her bittersweet perfume was something Robin could easily get addicted to. If he was not addicted already. He could not seem to get enough of her musical whines of pleasure, and her cunt was just delicious, he could stay down there for days.

When he finally did as he had been told and promptly fucked her with his tongue, letting it slide inside her as much as he could and then withdrawing, the Queen threw her head back and let out a strangled moan. After a few thrusts, Robin found particular spot just a little beyond her entrance that made her open her mouth in an "O" and for a few moments, she seemed unable to breathe. So Robin pressed to it, licking furiously until she was again able to fill her lungs and let out a scream that would have no doubt woken the entire castle had they been there.

Robin grinned against her folds and he felt her hand come to slap him upside the head when his tongue stopped. Her voice was positively throaty and raspy when she said; "If you value your life do not dare and stop now you-"

But she was unable to finish her insult as Robin's mouth shot to her clit once again and her sentence ended on a strangled moan.

He sucked fiercely and brought one of his hands to her soaking folds, plunging two fingers inside her and pumping them in and out to match the vigorousness of his tongue. When her hands left his head, Robin stole a glance up and the vision nearly made him stand and fuck her right on that spot. She had her eyes closed, her bottom lip caught in between her teeth and her back slightly arched as each of her hands squeezed her breasts hard. Since she was not wearing anything but the dress Robin could see her erect nipples through the black lace as she pinched them and hissed.

Robin fought his urges, which were not few, and continued to work her up, stealing glances at her coming undone above him. Soon she was thrusting her hips with force onto his face and he met her eagerness, sucking her clit even harder. He added a third finger and bit her nub softly to which she ordered; "Harder."

And he bit harder, three fingers bucking furiously into her eager opening and his other hand squeezing her rear. The Queen was letting out high pitched yelps of "yes!", "faster!" and "harder!". These were orders Robin was willing to follow, especially when he was rewarded with louder moans and the feeling of her walls tightening around his fingers.

The Queen's legs began to tremble as her hands returned to their fierce grip on his shoulders, forcing him even deeper into her. Robin held on tight to her arse with one hand, the other frantically plunging in and out of her.

The Queen came with a glorious moan and an unroyal "fuck yes!"

She held onto his head until her high faded, then her grip on his hair loosened. That was definitely going to ache for a while, but what did Robin care? He had just made the Queen come with his mouth and one hand, and ignoring the fact that his hard member was desperate for release, he could not have been more satisfied. He had made the Queen pine for him, just like he was pining for her, and that brought him immense pleasure.

Robin removed his fingers from her and but did not move from his position, only resting his forehead on the Queen's lower belly as they both tried to catch their breaths. As the Queen's breathing finally evened out, she cleared her throat and his head shot up so he could meet her eyes. They were still heated, and her facial expression betrayed her satisfaction as a soft, unconscious smile danced around her crimson lips and a soft, red blush had taken residence upon her cheeks. She took a deep breath and addressed him, her royal arrogance returned.

"You can remove your person from me now." She raised an eyebrow and Robin lifted her leg from his shoulder and placed it back on the cold, stone floor. As soon as the skin contact was gone, the Queen was engulfed into a cloud of smoke and when it cleared, he could see that her dress had been mended and she was a few inches taller.

Robin stood, quite uncertain of which personality the Queen would throw his way now. She looked at him, her face emotionless, her eyebrow still arched. Her gaze drifted down to his erection – which was almost bursting out of his pants. She hummed and closed the distance between them, letting her hand rest on his abdomen.

"I see you have a little situation here, thief," she teased in a whisper. She brushed her hand lightly over his member and Robin could not believe his luck as he groaned at the contact.

"Yes, it seems I do, your majesty." He replied, his voice a little hoarse as her hand lingered and pressed against him harder. "Would you care to help remedy it?" he asked with a smirk.

She gave a mocking laugh, "Now," she got impossibly close, her hand pressed onto him and her lips were a whisper away from his. There was an almost desperate pull which told Robin to close the almost nonexistent distance between them but before he could act upon his wishes she drew away abruptly, "-why would I ever do that?" She moved away from him to stand by the door, and Robin missed the heat of her skin immediately, "Your task was to bring me pleasure, thief, not the order way round." She gave another hearty laugh.

Deep inside Robin knew that she would not be so willing to go down on her knees and return the favor. Therefore, her harsh words did not even scrape the surface in order to wound him. And so, he merely inquired, "And was it pleasurable enough for you, your majesty?"

She huffed, hiding her amusement with an indifferent; "You served your purpose."

Robin saw the smoke appearing about her feet and ordered; "Wait!"

The smoke dissipated and the Queen looked confused and slightly irritated, "What?"

"Could I just ask you something, your majesty?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Make it quick."

"What was that thing, in your mirror?" Robin asked.

She had to cover her mouth to suppress her chuckle. "That-" She started, "-was the last man I seduced into killing someone for me."

Robin's eyes went wide and wild. What was this? He could not be jealous of a disembodied face.

No

Could he?

Had that man in the mirror feasted on her as he had just done? Robin felt his chest tighten and his blood rush faster as a ringing sound played in his ear. Why was he feeling jealous? She was not his. And it was doubtful she would ever be.

"Unfortunately for him, he grew far too attached, which led to his current position." She said lightly as if it was a trivial matter that a person was trapped inside a mirror because of her.

"So, you trapped him in a mirror because he got too attached to you?" Robin asked, still slightly shocked.

"He trapped himself in a mirror." She corrected, rather rashly. "I'd learn from his mistakes if I were you."

She winked and smirked as she disappeared into a cloud of smoke, leaving him high and dry, utterly confused and fairly wary. Was it really worth getting in this deep with someone so volatile?

Robin sat down on his creaky bed with a huff, looking down at his erection and sighing with a grin.

It was; it was very much worth it.