"Well, well. What do we have here?"
He looked awful. Downright disgusting. He had blood stains smeared on most of the cloth of his donated attire, his hands were vibrant red and there were several droplets of blood mixed with dirt on his face. He looked out of breath and somewhat angry, those things infuriated Regina more than anything else.
"So, you were trying to run away, huh?" she said, her eyes widening dangerously.
"When your guards started making pathetic attempts to shoot me, I had very little choice, your majesty," he gave her. He was looking at her gravely, knowing that that was not the main problem at hand.
She huffed and looked at him from head to toe. Though this time was quite different from the last; instead of admiring his physique and observing places she could sink her teeth into, Regina was merely searching for where he could have hidden the girl's heart.
Because Snow White had to be dead. She had seen the thief's determination in killing the girl regardless of what the brat had offered. Regina had heard everything, Snow's screaming, her body falling on the forest floor, the blade plunging into her flesh, there was no way she could be alive-
Are you sure about that dearie? A small voice mocked at the back of her mind.
"My guards report to me they have found the maid's body." She said coldly, looking back in his eyes.
When the guards had banged loudly on her door not an hour prior, Regina felt excitement pooling in the pit of her stomach. She had been drinking from her third glass of celebratory wine, fully intending on going onto the fourth.
She had also changed into a more fitting pair of black, leather corset and pants, and knee-high boots. Garments she always had favored but could never wear openly as Queen; she had been told black was a color fitted for mourning and sadness and with a life such as hers, Regina should never feel those things. How ridiculed she had felt when the royal advisers had corrected her mannerisms, reprimanding her manners, stating they were not worthy of the King, and how lucky she was that the benevolent man had taken a liking to her.
They would be lucky if she didn't hunt them down for sport.
For now Regina was the Queen indeed, everything was finally under her rule and she would wear nothing at all if she damn pleased.
When she had swung the door open, trying her best not to look too animated, but feeling a small smile tug on the corner of her lips, she was met with the vision of two guards who looked exceedingly distressed. They had told her they came bearing 'awful news', to which she had tried to pretend to be concerned about; these were still her late husband's men after all.
She had led them into her chambers to give her a full report, sipping from her wine chalice to hide her smirk when they started describing what they had seen.
She had put her hand over her heart upon hearing that they had found Johanna dead, Regina's face twisting in an expression of false care. Her expression, however, became of real shock when the guards explained that not only had she an arrow struck through her heart, but she had also been stabbed almost 30 times in her torso.
She had asked them – faked, motherly concern flowing from her lips – of Snow's whereabouts.
But when the response that reached her ears was that the princess was nowhere to be found, and that she had 'thankfully escaped from the maniac that had killed her friend', Regina's mask fell. The crystal chalice she held broke between her fingers as her rage spread throughout her entire being, she could barely feel the small cuts and the wee pieces of glass that bruised her hand. Her jaw clenched, the vein in her forehead throbbed and she could not help herself releasing an enraged yell of "What?"
The guards had looked confused and alarmed and they inquired if she was feeling well. She did not even bother to respond, forgetting about all reason to pretend, she was sick and tired of playing a role and most importantly, Regina was furious. Both her hands shot up and lifted the bodies of both guards from the ground with her ire-filled magic. She tightened the grip on them as she strangled both.
After a little less than a minute of watching their struggling, both of them clawing at their necks to try and remove the invisible force constricting their airflow, she grew annoyed with their helpless grunts of 'have mercy' and 'please your majesty' and let them go. They scampered like rats out of her room and she bellowed after them; "Find me Snow White, dead or alive, and bring her to me… or you will rue the day you were born!"
Now, standing with the person she had procured to kill the insipid girl in front of her, Regina felt like she was ready to burst. But she had to hear the exact outcome from the outlaw's lips, and she would not act until she knew exactly what happened. She had heard the screeching and screaming. A deadly scream that could only have belonged to Snow. Regina cursed the girl for having damaged her pin.
When the thief did not reply to her questioning, something in Regina snapped, and almost immediately she knew something had gone wrong.
If that brat was still alive…
As she narrowed her eyes she stalked in his direction quickly and in a heartbeat her hand was gripping his neck hard, letting her nails sink deep. He hissed through clenched teeth, but Regina found she could not care less, even if she still felt the strange buzz on her hand where she touched him.
"Think very carefully about how you respond to this question, thief" she roared. Because of the high heels she was almost his height, which helped her hiss her next words into his ear without having to lean against his frame; "Did you kill her?"
She could hear his strangled response as she stared intently at the damage her nails were making to his neck. "No."
Regina's head felt like it had imploded and exploded at the same time upon hearing the outlaw's response. As rage took over her body, she met the outlaw's gaze, let out a livid scream, and squeezed his neck even harder, drawing blood with her nails. The outlaw let out a pained groan but did not budge or try to free himself from her grasp.
Looks like that little girl still got the best out of you, again, that small voice sang.
Regina saw red.
She could feel her very soul ignite as she used her magic to throw him back violently into her chaise longue. The impact was so strong that it broke when the outlaw landed on it. Rage took over, she magically lifted a vase that had housed mourning roses only one day ago, and threw it in the outlaw's direction. The object did not hit its target, but rather came to its crashing demise on the wall dangerously close to the thief's head by the fireplace.
Regina saw the fire and instantly summoned flames to her hands stalking towards the outlaw, madness dancing in her eyes. But when she was about five feet from her target, and she paused to look at him, expecting to see despair and fear fueled by the knowledge that he was going to die.
Something was off.
Any other person would have been begging for forgiveness and groveling for mercy at this point, or at least wincing in pain. But the outlaw gave nothing away, his expression betrayed that he was in pain, but nothing whatsoever that resembled fear. Regina stood there in front of him, flame still burning on the palm of her hand, and they locked gazes. After a few moments of silence, he got up from the shambled remnants of her chaise, brushing pieces of wood and velvet from his person, before his blue eyes met hers. There was a little blood dripping from the injuries she had caused on his neck, and a wound on the left side of his forehead that had no doubt been caused on the account of her outburst with her vase.
And yet, even though his face displayed discomfort due to his wounds, he did not wince or flinch at the sight of his imminent demise that lay in her hands.
That man was ready to die. She could see it in his eyes. Regina could remember very clearly when she had the same emptiness inside her own eyes. After Daniel had been taken away from her, Regina had wanted to die. That night, after her mother had crushed her true love's heart right in front of her, she had tried with all her might to rip out her own so she could crush it and join Daniel. But she had failed, not yet possessing the ability to channel her rage in order to make magic, she had resigned herself to a life without love. Back then – a whole decade had passed since, but it felt like a lifetime ago– she had no darkness in her heart.
Regina had felt love and hope, but both had been drained away from her that night through her endless tears, making way for a void that she felt could never be filled. A void she would never let anybody even try to fill.
She would never love again.
And this thief in front of her probably had the same void she had, had nothing to live for, so why would he recoil from death? Maybe it had been has plan all along, to fail and have her kill him so he could rejoin his dead wife. Although this theory was quickly brought down by the simple fact that all she had witnessed through her mirror had shown he was more than eager to kill Snow.
Regardless of his agenda, Regina could clearly see he was not going to back down, he was not going to beg for mercy. He knew he had failed her, and was ready to face the consequences.
Finally
Finally she had come across someone who owned their mistakes regardless of the consequences, no whining, no excuses. Regina's heart started beating faster inside her chest as she regarded him, but now she could not possibly bring herself to get rid of him, he was different.
She was more than certain she wanted him to be hers, after the prior night's demonstration and a peek at what laid beneath those dirty clothes, Regina quite simply wanted more. She had far too many ideas of how to use him for her own enjoyment. She held his fate in her grasp. She would not kill him for failing, but he would belong to her.
The flame died.
But she could not forget that he had failed her. He had yet to show her that she could trust him.
She could trust no one
There was only one way to ensure he would never turn on her and stab her in the back.
With her head still abuzz, Regina quickly stalked to where the outlaw stood. They were almost nose-to-nose when she came to a halt, her face still twisted with anger.
"I wanted a heart, outlaw!" she said, her voice rasp due to her screaming. She looked rashly at his vibrant blue eyes, and for a millisecond she saw another who had had the same coloring in his orbs, she gasped, and the moment was gone, the man standing before her not Daniel, just the thief. She recomposed herself rather quickly and diverted her gaze to his chest and continued; "And a heart I shall have."
And with that, Regina thrusted her hand deep inside the man's chest cavity, to which he gave a muffed cry, his eyes widening with shock. She had done this her fair share of times so she was able to locate his heart quickly, but what she did not expect was what she felt as soon as her palm came in contact with it; the same electric sensation she felt when they touched, but magnified a thousand times stronger.
Regina let out a cry as the outlaw groaned. He had probably felt it as well. Almost as a reflex, she hastily pulled her hand out, his heart clutched tightly in her palm.
A loud, relieved gasp escaped the outlaw's lips as he placed his hand where his heart had just been, he blinked a couple of times and Regina could see tears trailing down at the side of his face. His gaze then fixed on his beating heart, which Regina held in her hand.
The heart was dark. Very dark. Probably just as dark as her own – Regina could only guess since she had never seen her own heart. It had small, almost unnoticeable traces of vivid red but was mainly dominated by a dark tone of red. His gaze was glued to the heart, and so was hers, both hypnotized by its obscure color and drugged by the overpowering, buzzing sensation flowing through them.
Suddenly the sensation changed and Regina felt as if the heart was melting itself into her palm, not coming apart but rather mingling with her own skin, as if they were becoming one. She was alarmed, horrified and terrified as the feeling took over her, this had never happened before and the Dark One had most certainly never told her about this kind of side effect. Even though she could see that the heart remained perfectly intact in her hand, it organ burned in order to blend with her own skin.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she asked, slightly desperate, "Is this some sort of protective spell?"
"I don't know what's happening." He confessed, looking just as shaken as she felt.
In fear, Regina instinctively shoved the hand that gripped his heart back in his chest and quickly withdrew, leaving the heart back with its owner, ceasing the strange burning on her own palm. To her utter surprise, he let out a pained cry, as if he every breath he took as somewhat hurting.
"No" he said clutching his chest again. He hissed before saying, "Take it away."
"What?" Regina asked, beyond confused.
"I do not want it." He said rather breathlessly.
Regina's eyes widened at the words the man was saying. Was he actually asking her to take his heart away? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing.
"I-" he started but grunted in pain again his hand was still on his chest and his eyes aimed somewhere about her middle, "I find it is only fitting that you take it,-" his eyes went back to hers when he finished, "-your majesty." his tone was dead serious.
"And why is that?" Regina inquired.
He looked her right in the eye – very few did and lived to tell the story - and responded; "Because I have failed my task and you demanded a heart. It is the least I can do, since she ran away under my watch."
"Hmm, you do have a point." Regina remarked, pensive. "Although I can clearly see this is not the true reason you are giving your heart so willingly to me."
"My motives are mine alone, your majesty. I do not owe you any manner of explanation." She could note that he had added a tone of despise in his words.
Maybe it was best to take his heart; he may be wild and very intriguing, but he was also unpredictable – Regina would have never guessed that he would actually offer his heart out. Plus if she was to be completely honest, she did not want to part with this man; there was something inexplicable that drew her to him. And even though the electric sensation burned and stung at times, it was as delicious as ambrosia and as addictive as any drug.
She would take his heart for her own, would take it even if it burned her palms when she held it. He would not run away, nor would he harm her, that way, she could be tranquil to have him anyway she wanted.
"Very well." She finally said and without a word of warning had her hand searching for his heart again. The zap came, as if on cue, the second her fingers touched it, but she fought against the sensation and pulled it out.
Regina quickly turned around and walked to the double doors that led to where she kept her collection. She could hear the outlaw's steps as he walked right behind her. With a swift movement of her free hand, the doors flung open to reveal the walls covered with a multitude of boxes, her collection now mingled with the hearts her mother had left behind. She had taken so many she could not tell them apart anymore.
But this heart, that felt as if it was burning a hole through her palm, this heart she did not want to lose track of. She took the box that was meant to house Snow's heart, resting on a table in the middle of the room, and quickly placed the heart inside, sighing in relief as the zapping ceased.
When she turned to face him, she saw he was staring at her intensely, close to the double doors, seemingly impassive to the fact that she now owned him.
"I'm not sure if you are aware, outlaw, but when you pull someone's heart out it becomes enchanted." She teased at his ignorance as he tilted his head clearly unaware of the facts she was presenting to him. "And when you hold said enchanted heart-" she opened the lid of the box and slid her finger through the heart using a little bit of force, knowing that he would feel little pain due to it. Her actions also made her feel a burn, but she was far too engrossed in her taunting to truly care, her gaze met his, ensuring that she held his complete attention, a small thrill running through her at the fear in his eyes as he awaited her next words, "-you control it."
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, trepidation entering his voice.
Regina smirked.
"You are now mine," she stated as she closed the lid again and walked to one of the walls. As she held the box in front of the wall a compartment opened and she placed the box in it closing it immediately after. With her hand still pressed to it, she continued, "From now on you will do everything I say." She lifted her perfect eyebrow and completed; "Serve me in every way I see fit."
Regina got the reaction she was aiming for; the outlaw looked stunned and swallowed hard.
She could not help but grin. Regina's thoughts travelled back to the night before, and her grin turned into a smirk. She could see the outlaw clench his fists and the little movement his fingers made brought her back to when he had them inside her, bucking and twisting. She unconsciously bit her lower lip and the pain of her actions snapped her from her memories.
Her rage had diminished but was not truly gone. It was still being fueled by the ever present voices inside her head.
A mocking, impish voice in the very back of her head that still sang in a childish tone that 'the little princess had escaped the loveless Queen'.
The towering heartless Queen in red still told her to simply incinerate the thief on the spot, He's not worthy to even be in your presence after this failure, get the box back and crush his life into dust.
And yet, she could not give into any of those powerful desires. Desires that had always driven her to do her worst to others before they could do their worst to her. She always found that it had been a great self-preservation system before, but now she could clearly see that the voices that told her to do all these things without thinking did not belong there, they were not her.
For another voice bloomed inside her now, one that told her to follow her own instincts, not the ones she had learned from her mother or the Dark one. What did her own instincts tell her?
They told her that that man could be of more use to her than anybody else could, and that no one's touch would ever match his. At the mere thought of his touch, her desire grew. Images of him pumping his hard member with his hand, biting his lower lip, groaning her title until he came, invaded her mind.
This whole business was not over; she still had a large number of questions. But they would have to wait; more than ever, the percentage that simply wanted to have her wicked way with him, here and now, took over anything else.
Regina took a deep breath, rolled back her shoulders to straighten her posture and gave him her best attempt at a cold stare. She moved towards the door that he was standing by. He still looked slightly dumbfounded and Regina could not resist but brush lightly against him as she passed by.
Hard, she noted. Good boy.
She re-entered her recently darkened room and waved her hand at the mess she had caused to her chaise longue. Her purple magic did the rest, and the chaise and the vase she had destroyed were back in place as if nothing had ever happened. She faced the fireplace as she addressed him.
"Now tell me, what happened?" she asked.
She could hear the outlaw re-enter the room in firm steps. He cleared his throat before responding.
"She managed to duck my first advance and the blade embedded in her shoulder. As I pulled out the knife to strike her once more she blew powdered poppies on my face."
"Poppies? How the hell did she get a hold of that?" Regina said confused turning around to face him.
"My guess is that her servant gave it to her." The outlaw pointed out. There was a very odd tension hanging in the air and Regina knew the thief was carefully measuring his every word.
"That does sound possible-" Regina said, more to herself than anyone else. She was not looking at the outlaw anymore, but rather at the empty mirror frame behind him. There was a beat and her eyes snapped back at his, she narrowed them as she questioned sharply, her voice rising in tone, "Why on earth were there almost thirty stab wounds in that woman anyway? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear that I wanted her demise to be quick and swift."
"I-" he trailed, Regina was confused, "-when I stabbed her she was already dead."
"Then why on earth did you stab her?" Regina was beyond confused.
Why on earth would he stab a dead body?
"Because I got mad." He said simply, his accent more grave and poignant than ever before.
Oh
"I had just wakened to realize the princess had escaped, and it was quite obvious that if the woman hadn't given the princess that powder-" he cleared his throat, "Failure is not something I am accustomed with, I had to take out my rage on something," he explained simply.
Regina opened her mouth to reply but could not quite put into words how she felt about this. She knew only too well that there were several pieces of her mind reacting to what he had just said in very different ways. Some scorned at his lack of self-control, a small portion was taken aback by his openness to such violence, but the winning portion found it enticing and somewhat arousing.
"Right-" She finally said as she took another long breath, trying put herself together, "And then?"
"And then I noticed the girl had left a trail, I was about to follow it when your guards started pursuing me." He stated looking her in the eye, Regina noted that a good deal of warmth had left his gaze after she had ripped his heart out. "I was able to follow the trail to the King's mausoleum. There were bloody handprints on the tomb but that was as far as I was able to go. Your guards made sure of that."
"Oh?"
"I had started the job, your majesty. And I intended to finish it." He said, gravely. Regina almost believed the coldness of his tone until his gaze flicked to her deep cleavage for a moment and he wet his lips, clearly, his anger at not completing the job was not just his pride taking a knock.
His swift but noticeable actions took her, yet again, to the previous night when that same tongue had pleasured her to the edge of insanity. How he had fucked her with that tongue with so much fervor and passion, and how she felt she was about to lose her mind when he sucked the bundle between her thighs.
Regina was clearly shaken by her thoughts and took an unnecessarily deep breath, which made her breasts almost pop out of her corset. His eyes were immediately drawn back to her chest and she smirked at her small victory. She was getting rather tired of chit chatting with the outlaw anyway.
"Yes, a job half done-" She tilted her head to the side, looking at him thoroughly, eyes raking from his head to toe, before she slowly continued, "-which would reward you with half your prize."
She saw him bite his lower lip at her final words, his eyes roaming about her body.
This ought to be fun.
"But how are we going to manage that?" she teased, bringing her finger to tap the side of her chin while walking slowly towards him.
As she approached him, she could see a smirk start to tug at the corners of his lips before he said with a flirty tone; "I'm sure your majesty will think of something befitting my services."
Let us see if you still keep that smug smirk when I am through with you, outlaw.
When she was a mere foot away from him, she stopped and inspected him once more. She could see that he was hard and ready through the fabric of his trousers. But she could also see that he was covered in blood and dirt, and Regina drew a line at personal hygiene. Mingling sweat was acceptable, and at times quite welcome, but Regina could not tolerate this.
"I'm only going to say this once, outlaw." She started, her eyes piercing his, "I will expect you to be clean at all times; you no longer live in the woods, nor bathe in the river."
She said those last words with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, knowing he knew full well what she was talking about.
She regarded him for a heartbeat as he nodded. He opened his mouth to reply but she cut him off before he could utter a single word; "But since I'm a rather impatient woman and like to settle my business as quickly as I can, I will save you the trouble this one time."
The outlaw's expression was torn between confusion and eagerness as she waved her hand, a cloud of purple smoke engulfing his whole figure. When it dissipated, his clothes were clean, as well as his skin. She had even taken extra care to trim his beard slightly, but she could not bring herself to get rid of all his stubble; she remembered it had felt oddly arousing on her flesh.
She approached and prowled in a circle around him, inspecting the outlaw from head to toe. He stood frozen to the spot, probably rather shaken from having had magic used on him without warning.
He would just have to get used to that.
Inspecting his body now brought memories of his naked image back into her mind, and Regina could not help but feel pleased that he had at least done half his job. If he had failed completely she would have been forced to either murder him or punish him harshly and throw him in a dingy cell.
Such a waste.
Half the job, half the prize, she thought mischievously with a smirk playing on her lips as she walked away from him to face the fireplace.
Although it was still day, barely past noon, the room was dark due to the remodeling she had done earlier that day. She found that darker tones pleased her more, and as she thought of ways to punish the outlaw, keep her promise and please herself, she diminished the intensity of the fire. The room became even darker, but she made sure it was still possible for the outlaw to see her.
Regina's anger started to dissipate as desire pooled into her. She was still furious that the girl had managed to run away, but one could not feed only out of hate. There were several other sins she could feed herself from, and lust was one she was already well acquainted with.
With a solid plan to torture the outlaw to pieces in mind, and a malicious smirk playing on her lips, Regina waved her hand to the air. A thin plume of bright purple smoke left her palm and went to her back where the laces of her corset lay. She heard the outlaw let out a small gasp in realization of what was unfolding before his eyes. She could feel the magic work its way ever so slowly on the tightly fastened laces. Regina started to relax under the touch of her own magic and turned her neck to the side. It gave a noisy click and she sighed in pleasure as the tension faded away.
She could feel his eyes burn into her back as the laces became undone. The smoke dissipated when all the laces were loose and hanging about her back. She reached out for the small pins of her cape that started a little bellow her belly button, on the spot where the waistband of her tight leather pants rested. She undid the pins that secured the corseted cape to her front with anticipation building up on the pit of her stomach. Once all the pins were undone she let the heavy cape slid gently down her shoulders, wanting to torture the outlaw as much as she could before her real fun began. The weighty item fell from her body and pooled at her feet.
The noise that reached Regina's ears as soon as the cape fell on the floor made her want to drop all her plans, forget all punishments and teasing, and just let him fuck her hard against the wall. It was a low, brutal, half-moan half-groan, something so erotic and yet completely unexpected. He had his reasons though; for now he was faced with the sight of her bare back, every inch of her olive skin now on display.
Regina had not been preoccupying herself with wearing many undergarments ever since Leopold's passing. She had not worn any to his funeral, nor to any of the ceremonies, and nor to the burial. She had felt absolutely rebellious and satisfied, the grieving widow on the outside but the rebel who had just been freed under her expensive and long skirts on the inside.
Maybe I'll even make a habit out of this, she thought, it will facilitate the activities I have in mind for the thief.
With the resolute intention of driving him insane, Regina reached out for the pins that secured her elaborate up do. She removed them and her long, long dark hair came tumbling down her back as she carelessly tossed the pins on the floor. She waved her head so her hair would be completely freed, and then reached out and moved all the thick strands to her front, covering her breasts with her long raven locks and baring her back to his hungry stare.
She could hear the thief's breathing quicken, and he was making low noises as Regina felt his eyes almost burn holes into her back.
Regina turned her head ever so slightly, her gaze not quite reaching him as she seductively uttered; "Are you waiting for a written invitation, outlaw?"
It took a second for the thief's feet to catch up with his brain, but soon Regina counted his three, quick strides and the electrifying touch of his calloused hands encountering her ribcage from behind shot through her. He wasn't gentle, – Regina was expecting nothing of the sort from the likes of him – his calloused hands slid down her side, his grip fierce as if he was trying to map all of her at once. The friction between his callouses and her soft skin did ache, but Regina could do nothing but moan, for his touch was sizzling, delicious regardless of the discomfort. His hands came to rest on her leather-clad hips and he squeezed hard. He closed the little distance between them, grinding his member against her arse, a groan escaping his lips.
The buzzing feel of him against her dizzied Regina's mind for a moment and she let out a soft, half-moan, half-sob and the thief took that as invitation to explore everything Regina had to offer. As he continued grinding against her, his head went to her shoulder and he started to unceremoniously bite and suck at the tender flesh there.
His hands slid their way to her front and up, his palms tracing a fiery path on her torso until they came to rest on her breasts. She felt him moan against the skin of her shoulder as he grabbed and squeezed them with force, his fingers tangling with the dark hair that still covered them so she could feel a pull on the strands with every kneading motion. It should have been painful, it actually was, but Regina liked it; she had always liked this kind of pain, had never been a fan of tender and sweet.
Regina was trying very hard to hang onto to the little bit of self-control she possessed, but as his rough archer's fingers started pinching one of her nipples, the deed harsh and uncaring, it sent jolts of pleasure mixed with pain about her body, she felt as if control had slipped far, far away. She closed her eyes and basked in the intense sensation his touch was providing her. She could not help but grind her behind against his length, letting go at the sensation of being free, being satisfied, being whole-
The noise that left her mouth – an unfamiliar, out of control, strident mewl – snapped her out of her hazy state.
This was not what she had planned; she would not let this common thief take control over her. No one would ever control her, not again.
Her eyes shot open and Regina quickly turned around to meet his gaze. She was grateful she was in heels still so they were almost the same height, although he was still that little bit taller than her even then.
The outlaw misread her actions completely, and with fiery eyes glued to her mouth leaned in to kiss her. Regina was quick and promptly put her finger on his lips, making him stop immediately. His sensual gaze turned into that of confusion.
She gave him a huffed smile, her finger leisurely tracing his lips from corner to corner. She looked deep inside his lust filled eyes, the dark blue she had seen the day before almost hypnotizing in its depth. She clicked her tongue and the hand that was lightly teasing his lips suddenly grabbed his face with force as she asked - in a husky voice that betrayed her incredibly aroused state - "Ah outlaw, aren't you forgetting something?"
She brought his face to a hair's breadth away from hers and continued; "You only get half your prize."
Regina sounded as turned on as the outlaw looked. She licked her bitten bottom lip for a moment, looking at his slightly parted ones.
The outlaw looked puzzled, and Regina could not help but let out a small throaty laugh as she released his face from her grip, pushing his head back.
She watched as the outlaw took that moment to drink her in. The look he had on his face at that moment told her he was very close to eating her alive, his eyes shining brighter with the light of the fireplace. His dangerous eyes travelled through her body, spotting a hint of her nipple underneath her sea of hair - which still covered all her breasts, to her belly and her still clothed legs. His eyes went back to her chest and there they lingered as his tongue came to wet his lips and a groan escaped his throat. He was snapped out of his trance by her next words.
"It's rather simple." He looked up at her and she was wearing her triumphant smirk, "You can look all you want, thief… But you can't touch."
His eyes widened and he raised a quizzical eyebrow. His mouth shot open but then closed again, before he raised a tentative hand and tried to reach out to pull her to him.
Wrong move, thief.
She froze him on the spot, his body now completely stiff – and not just his lower parts.
"Another word of advice to you thief." She said poisonously, she felt the anger start bubbling inside her; "I never jest; what I say, I mean. Do not ever disobey me again, or it will be the last thing you do."
She unfroze him, and the thief looked comically stunned. If Regina had not been so irate, she would have found his expression rather funny.
In truth, Regina was tired. So damn tired of men not taking her orders seriously. None of them ever did; all her orders had to go through the approval of the King. The Dark one had always openly stated he found her ideas foolish. Even her own sweet father still saw her as a little girl.
"Forgive me your majesty, I did not mean to disrespect you."
His words took her by surprise. She could see they even took him by surprise. She opened her mouth to retort but could not think of anything sharp and hurtful to say to such an apology. It was now her time to look puzzled, but it only lasted a moment before she made a conscious decision to ignore it and to finish what she had started and finally ease the throbbing ache on her wet, nether parts.
She huffed and shrugged one shoulder, appearing indifferent to his response.
Her eyes came to rest on that God forsaken jacket that still housed her – now ruined – pin. It was useless now. The jacket had her late husband's crest stamped right over the outlaw's chest, where his heart used to lie. But this soldier was hers, not her Leopold's. She snapped at it, removing the item swiftly from the outlaw's frame and holding it grasped in her hand.
She threw the offending piece of cloth in the fireplace without a second thought and watched it burn with satisfaction. The outlaw just stared, wide-eyed.
She looked back at the outlaw, who had a look of slight unease, but she could see she had not been able to scare away his erection; the outline was plain and clear to see through the fabric of his trousers.
"All better now." She said, a devious smile on her lips as her bright eyes took him in, clad in a simple white shirt and his trousers and boots.
This is all yours Regina, she thought to herself; play with it as you please.
This was a real first for Regina; there was no fear of getting caught, no pathetic royal husband she had to keep fake faithfulness to, no more muffed moans of pleasure, no more sneaking around, no more hiding… she was finally free.
Free to do what she pleased, when she pleased.
And what pleased Regina in this moment was the unnerving outlaw standing in front of her.
She approached him, the feel of excitement and curiosity of a child faced with an unknown toy taking up residence in the pit of her stomach. Her long hair still rested above her breasts as she stood right in front of him, a mere inch away. Every deep breath she took made her the tips of her nipples graze against his shirt. He was looking down at her mouth with eagerness, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, but Regina paid his attempts of restraint very little mind. She closed her eyes she breathed in his scent; a musky, wooden kind of smell, mixed with a hint of sweat, very manly and very fitting for a man living in the outdoors. Regina would never confess the smell did things to her, it was masculine and wild and it inspired outrageous ideas in her head.
She slowly opened her eyes and caught his fiery gaze staring back at her. Although his chest rose with his heavy breathing, the outlaw did not move otherwise, he had liberated his bottom lip, which hung in a wee, almost undectable pout. Regina felt like kissing those lips of his so much that it almost overwhelmed her when her gaze diverged for a moment to his mouth.
He looked as if he was ready to burst but waited for her to make her move.
Her hands left her hips and quickly travelled to his bruised neck, red marks from her clawed nails under her fingers. He winced at the contact, but her touch, although still firm, was not intent on hurting him anymore. Regina could not help but stare at his tempting mouth with hunger, she leaned so their lips almost met.
Then waited
The thief did not move, but Regina could feel his pulse rate accelerate under her palms and his breathing quickened, clear signs that he was greatly affected by her actions. She parted her lips slightly, letting out the softest of moans and dragged her palms downwards, slowly, her eyes accompanying them, feeling his every curve, his every toned muscle through the thin, white shirt.
As Regina's hands came to rest on the waistband of his trousers, she tugged at them, bringing his body to finally come into full contact with hers. Regina could feel his hard erection against her leather clad core and could not help but grind herself against him, to which the outlaw let out a low groan. Regina lowered her head to his neck and slowly traced her tongue from the base until his chin. He let out another shuddering moan and Regina looked up. She wanted to see this.
Without drawing her eyes from his, Regina's touch became a light caress and she used her fingers to trace his erection through his trousers. He let out a soft moan and closed his eyes, his features twisting as she drew ghost patterns along his hard length. His arms were resting at his sides and Regina could see that he was fisting both his hands as her examination continued. She could feel him impossibly hard against her fingers, throbbing with desire, and she traced the tip with a single finger, watching his face, fascinated at his controlled reactions.
Regina felt her mouth water with anticipation, without warning Regina palmed him with vigor, enjoying the choked moan the thief couldn't help but release. His eyes shot open and she maliciously smiled at him. Suddenly something came over Regina, an overwhelming need for friction as she became tired of teasing the outlaw.
Her elegant fingers found his belt and quickly unfastened it, her gaze not leaving his face as she noted his every reaction. He looked down at her hands as she unceremoniously pushed his trousers down to free his aching erection. She looked down but the shirt covered everything she wanted to see, so without second thought Regina hooked one finger onto the collar and dragged it down, using a little magic to tear it apart.
When the shirt was finally opened to reveal his body, Regina took a step back in order to take him in. He was everything she remembered from the images from her mirror the night before; all toned and muscled. But now Regina could also faintly see there were several scars decorating his torso, scars and scratches of all shapes and sizes, some new and bright red, others faint white and barely noticeable. But as her eyes came to rest on his erection they grew wide with desire and she subconsciously licked her lips. It did not disappoint, it was all she had seen the night before through her mirror and more, thick and ready and looking absolutely delicious.
With a smirk plastered on her features, an evil look in her eyes and impatience flowing through her veins, Regina grabbed the thief's torn shirt and pushed him onto her chaise. He landed awkwardly; his neck resting on the back of the chair, his hips far enough forward that he was reclined enough to be half sitting and half lying down. He was in a rather uncomfortable position since his movements had been restricted by his trousers, but he could not keep his intense gaze from watching the Queen as she prowled towards him.
Regina let out a small laugh as she let her instincts guide her. She promptly straddled the thief, each of her leather-clad legs coming to each side of his body. She leaned her body towards him predatorily, resting her hands next to his head to support her weight. Their lips were again a breath away from meeting, but she could not bring herself to kiss him. Instead, she looked deeply into his eyes and ground her sex against his in one slow and hard movement, letting out a moan of pleasure practically inside his parted mouth. His eyes were a pool of dark blue desire, and his brows knitted as he fisted the seat of the chaise in his hands, squeezing it tightly.
Regina continued her torturously slow and intense movements until the thief had his eyes closed and was moaning in both desperation and pleasure. Regina knew it took a great deal of self-restraint for him to not give into his instincts and just grab her. Her mouth was still hovering above his, the pull almost begging her to close the distance between them, but Regina refused to give into the need she did not even know she had before now.
She wanted to kiss him, really wanted to kiss him. But she could not; there was something dangerous waiting in his lips, she could feel it. She knew the moment their lips met something overwhelming would happen, something Regina was not ready for. She could feel in her gut that it was bound to be something truly unique, just like the electrifying sensation their touch gave her. But the small voice in her head told her it was weak to give into such things.
Better stick with what you know dearie; rage, lust and hate will never take you by surprise, she heard in the back of her mind.
Regina pulled her head back and used the back of the chaise to leaver herself up. She still straddled him and continued with her sensual movements, feeling her clit rub against the leather of her pants, the sting making her even wetter. But it was just not enough to quell the growing ache between her legs.
With a wave of her hand Regina's pants were gone, the only garment she still wore being her knee high, black boots. His eyes shot open as soon as he felt her bare core brushing against him. Regina gave a small moan and continued to grind herself against him, wetting his aching erection with her arousal. Her hands came to rest on his stomach, the feeling of energetic current between them more powerful than ever.
This was so different, like nothing she had ever experienced, the feel of his hard length brushing against her slick folds was almost driving her insane. And it appeared the outlaw was fairing quite similarly; he was biting his lower lip hard, his brows knitted together and his knuckles white from grabbing onto her chaise instead of the woman on top of him. He released his bottom lip with a strangled groan as he felt her hand reach down for his length.
Regina was so tired of waiting; she wanted more, she wanted everything.
And that was what she going to get.
She pushed herself straight on his lap and took him in her hand, warm, hard and more than ready to pleasure her. She lifted her weight and placed her slick core on the tip of his burning erection. Their intense gazes locked, and all the lust and desire Regina felt was reflected back at her in the outlaw's blue eyes, his mouth hanging half open on a gasp. She lowered herself onto his cock as slowly as she could manage, basking in the unique and overwhelming feeling of being filled completely.
During her torturously slow descent, Regina did her best not to moan too eagerly. The outlaw did the same. Their eyes were locked with each other, Regina narrowed her eyes and the outlaw bit his lower lip, as if to try and show the other that they were not feeling as affected by this insane unison as they actually were. But when he was balls-deep inside her and Regina released her weight, fully resting against him, they both finally let their pleasure filled moans escape.
He had a rather thick cock, and so Regina took her time in adjusting to it, moving her hips in small circles and trying to impale him even deeper inside her. She clenched her walls around him, making the thief's eyes roll back. She started to move above him ever so slowly, her movements small in order for her to rub her clit as much as she could against his skin.
But her impatience grew and soon she was moving faster, yearning for more, and more and more. She rose and fell, riding him with vigor, her breasts bouncing with her movements. He met her every move with one of his own.
She arched her back, moving him in and out of herself, her hands coming to grab onto the hair at her scalp, pulling hard. That movement made the strands that covered her breasts move, exposing more of herself to the thief.
The man, who had been looking at her with fire blaze eyes, widened his eyes at the sight of her bare front.
Regina was riding him in earnest and heard him mutter, "By the Gods-" and turn his head slightly to the side, closing his eyes, something Regina found rather offensive.
"Ah, fuck" he whispered, his head tilting back to rest against the edge of the chaise.
Regina stopped moving, stilling with his length buried deep inside her. The many years of sneaking around and almost getting caught had given her an exceptional control over her body. A control she always felt slip through her fingers when she was with this man. And yet, here she was, fucking him into her chaise longue.
The thief whimpered at the great loss.
"I find it rather ungrateful of your part, thief." She was extremely breathless, but still held command in her tone; "I have, after all, been kind enough to let you watch."
His eyes opened slowly, looked back at her, a mixture of hate and desire mingling in his dark blue eyes as her words hit him.
"So you shall watch."
Regina moved again, but more slowly than ever, she moved her hips, releasing soft moans at the feeling of him filling her up. With every thrust, she neared her torso in his direction, her gaze burning into his equally heated one. She once again leaned her weight on the chaise as their torsos met and Regina felt as if her skin was burning at the contact.
His hands went to grip the sides of the chaise again as she started to pick up the pace. He met her with every thrust, trying to pump himself as deeply as he could inside her. The pace was now frantic and both were muttering incoherently, a few gasps of 'fuck' and 'yes' mixing with several loud moans. Regina's lips were by the side of his head, her mouth hissing noises of utter pleasure into his ear as she occasionally bit and licked his earlobe. Suddenly, when the sensation was far too over whelming, she started to suck on his pulse point beneath his ear, drunk on the feeling of being thoroughly fucked.
It had truly been too long
Regina neared her high and she sucked harder, knowing she'd probably leave a mark but finding herself not caring in the slightest. She felt her walls clench around his erection and bit down on his already harmed neck. She came with a loud cry of pleasure, a very loud cry of pleasure, right into the thief's ear.
Regina had never come like this; every wave of pleasure that washed through her made her feel as if she was flying. For a heartbeat she could not breathe, the entire world faded away until all that she felt was the pleasure running through her veins. Her head was light, and if she died at that moment, she would go down with a smile on her face, for that was the most incredible sensation she had ever felt.
Her grip on the chaise gave way, her legs becoming limp, her weight crushing the thief against the back which he was leaning on. Her head rested in the hollow of his neck and her breath washed across his skin. She felt light headed and amazing.
As soon as her body became loose above him, the thief reached out with one arm to wrap around her back in order to stop her from falling off his frame, as he forced himself to stop pumping into her.
She could feel him regard her intensively.
Regina could have just poofed herself from his presence and left him there to clean up his mess himself as she had the night before. Regina had actually planned in doing just so, once she had reached her peak, once she had found her own release to simply, disappear, to puff herself directly to her bed, where she'd lie, sated and spent. But now, when it came down to it, she could not bring herself to be so cruel.
Going soft are we? The impish voice mocked
She ignored the voice, raised her head to meet his eyes and said, with a hoarse edge to her voice, "You may finish, thief"
He gave a relieved sigh and actually smiled at her, a full, sincere smile. Regina would later blame her high for smiling back at him, and with the same earnest energy. But at that moment she felt so light, so young, that she could not help her lips from twitching and smiling back at him.
With his length still buried inside her, he gave her side a slight questioning tug with the hand that steadied them both together, silently asking if he could touch her now. She gave a brief nod and rested her head yet again on the nape of his neck examining closely the deep red mark she had created during her orgasm, waiting for his to resume pumping himself inside her – not really finding the idea of continuing to be in contact with the man a while longer so bad after all.
Regina, however, did not expect what came next. With swift and quick moves – which showcased his ability to get out of this sort of 'twisted' situation that he had no doubt been in before – the thief was able to turn them both around. He put both his hands on her middle, and he hoisted Regina up, flipping her on her back on the soft surface of the chaise in one quick manoeuver. He stepped back, disconnected their sexes for a moment, in order to quickly kick off his boots and the remainders of his trousers. Regina was a little taken aback and her mouth was hanging slightly agape whilst she regarded him kick off the last bit of cloth that constrained movement in his nether limbs.
Shamelessly, the man quickly situated himself back in between Regina's legs, supporting all his weight on the hands that came to rest on each side of her head. Even though his actions made a surprised gasp escape her lips, Regina immediately wrapped her legs about his middle in order to bring his heat closer to her once more, - his short absence having made her feel uncommonly cold. Her high heels dug into the flesh at the small of his back but the pain did not discourage the man at the very least, he groaned, his lips finding her neck, as he entered her again.
Regina had not exactly permitted him to pull such a stunt, – or any stunt for that manner - but at that moment, she did not have the strength in herself to protest. Nor did she really want to.
Regina could not help but moan when the friction resumed, her hands flying to his neck. Even after reaching her high, that man still made her yearn for more. He was thrusting with vigor and it quickly became rapid and desperate, and Regina felt herself whimper against her own will with the new sensation of having him touch her, of having him lead this completely selfish dance on top of her. Their torsos were touching, bumping with every thrust that she had unconsciously started to meet every time.
This cannot be possible, Regina thought desperately as she felt yet another high start to take over her. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
This is ridiculous! The outraged, Evil Queen screamed inside her mind, you're so overwhelmed you feel like crying?
But it feels too fucking marvelous to let go, argued the part of her that was resolute in only wearing leather pants and fucking the outlaw in every single room of her late husband's castle.
This had never happened before. Not like this, not the very first time she was intimate with someone. She had just come undone, it was not possible that after a few moments her body was ready to burst with pleasure again because of a man that was literally a total stranger to her. There was no sentimental connection nor any body familiarity for Regina to have multiple orgasms due to this stranger fucking her oh so thoroughly. No one could be that good. Could he?
And yet, it was all very true. The outlaw fucked her at a desperate pace, their hips met with fervor, his face buried into her neck, his breath burned her wherever it ghosted over her skin-
They came, together
With one final and particularly hard thrust, he buried his cock as deeply as he could inside her at the very precise moment she felt her walls tighten as they both came with strangled moans. Regina was once again flying and, if it was possible, this orgasm felt even better than the last. Regina ignored with all her strength the small, wee, little voice that told her the feeling had been heightened because they had come together; this was not some sappy love story.
The thief took a deep breath and tried to steady himself so he would not crush her body. His elbows came to rest where his hands had lain and his mouth found its way to her neck.
Regina's legs gave way and loosened their strong hold on his middle, falling ungracefully to the sides, one of her high heeled feet touched the floor whilst her other leg laid against the back of the chaise.
They remained there for about a minute, his softening length still inside her, their breaths shaky and uneven.
With a small groan, the thief lifted his head to meet her eyes, his still dilated pupils met her hazy brown orbs. The thief hovered above her, supporting his weight on his arms, confusion adorning his features.
She stared back at him equally as puzzled. As she felt him try to put more distance between them she felt a pang of something she could not name and one of her hands shot involuntarily to hold his torn shirt to keep him close.
Why am I so reluctant to let him go?
He frowned, still wearing a look of confusion. His gaze diverted to her lips and she knew she could not hold back the burning urge to kiss him anymore.
But before she could think or do anything about these urges, his lips came crashing down on hers, and she prayed to whatever high above force that she would not lose her mind.
This whole affair was probably the worst idea Regina had ever come up with.
But also the very best.
Their lips met and the electric sensation she was starting to get used to, the one that tingled her torso and legs, came at full force on their lips. It burned her soul, and electrified her heart.
The kiss remained closed mouthed as her hands came to hold his cheeks in an almost tender gesture, far different from any way she had treated the thief before.
But Regina had absolutely no control over the situation, and far too soon he broke the kiss to stare at her, his tall frame on top of her as confusion and desire still pooled in his eyes. Regina could do nothing but stare back with the same look of bewilderment. That kiss had felt like a taste of ambrosia, but she knew this sweet sensation meant that she was being weak; she felt the need to kiss him again, and Regina Mills did not need anything from anyone.
He drew back slightly and Regina took the opportunity to sit up and try to pull herself together. As she sat up rather abruptly, the thief drew a little farther away from her and sat on the chaise facing her. One of his legs in between hers, his bare flesh brushing against hers.
The contact sent that tingling sensation up her spine again.
Their eyes met, and Regina wanted to repeat everything they had just done.
She never wanted her skin to stop tingling.
But this was too much.
She straightened her spine, drawing a deep breath in order to keep her emotions at bay, and sat up straighter than ever. She untangled her legs from his, turned to the side and stood from the chaise in all her naked glory, nothing covering her flesh but her knee high boots.
She had her back to him, her voice still husky as she finally uttered; "I imagine our business is done here, thief. You may leave."
She heard him shift from her chaise and stand, he did not, however, take another step. Neither towards her, nor towards the door.
"Go back to that tree house in the woods you slept in last night," she continued, feeling proud that she had managed to put her feelings at bay and wear her royal mask.
"I think my 'patrol brothers' are not going to welcome me with opened arms given recent events, your majesty." She heard his deeply accented voice state, and she noted with a smirk it was rather rasp.
The thief had a point.
Regina had honestly forgotten about the fact that he had been brought to her as the most likely assassin of the maid.
A story unraveled itself inside Regina's head, a twisted and cruel tale that would not only get the King's army to fight for her, but would also rid the thief of any accusations.
With an evil grin on her face, Regina waved her hand and a long, black, silk robe met her skin and the high-heeled boots disappeared, leaving her aching feet bare on the stone floor. The fabric was cool against her flesh and, to the thief's pleasure, translucent. She turned around to meet his eyes, he was standing beside the chaise in nothing but a torn white shirt.
Regina noted there was still some cum on the tip of his cock and her grin turned malicious. She stalked in his direction and used her forefinger to collect his seed. Without breaking eye contact, Regina promptly sucked the digit, drawing a moan from herself in the process, tasting the salty substance with pleasure.
The thief's jaw dropped as he glued his gaze to the Queen's mouth, his brain her finger from her mouth with a pop, Regina continued as if she hadn't just driven the thief to the brink of insanity, "That will be taken care of. Tomorrow you will assume your new post."
The man took a good few seconds to take in the new information and, still staring at her lips, replied; "And what post might that be, your majesty?"
Regina dared to approach her lips with his again, pausing when they breathed the same air and the thief's eyes closed.
"I'm not one to ruin the surprise" she chuckled, and suddenly her face became serious as she stepped back.
"Now leave!"