"Take this insubordinate woman to the dungeon. Quickly!" Regina commanded her black knights as she dragged her eyes down Emma's glamoured form once more. "Halt! I've changed my mind. Take her to my bedchamber."
"Regina, please don't do this! Let me go!" Emma fought uselessly as she was hauled away into the unknown. As she passed by the Queen she saw her flick her wrist and a cloud of magic encompassed her senses.
When Emma came to she was laying naked upon a soft animal skin with her legs and arms bound to the bedposts. She shook her head to regain her wits and lift the magical fog that had knocked her out. Her vision was blurry and swam before her as the image of the Queen slowly came into focus.
"So glad you could join me," Regina's voice echoed seductively in the quiet chamber. The only light came from a large candelabra near the bed. Emma began to struggle and test the bonds on her wrists and ankles. They were tight, and her body was already stretched out to the max. "Tell me now. I will only ask once. Who disguised your true appearance with magic?"
"Regina, I-I…why the hell am I naked?" Emma's face scrunched in pain as the leather at her wrists scraped and cut into her sensitive flesh the more she pulled in vain attempt to free herself. She realized she was helpless and at the mercy of the Queen.
"Your state of undress should be the least of your concerns," Regina circled the bed, staring at her in the most unnerving manner. "I had your garment removed so I can better see who you really are. Now, I can sense the magic cloaking you, and I'm about to remove it. Painfully."
"Hey, there's no need for torture. Untie me and I'll tell you whatever you want to know," Emma felt desperate. She was truly vulnerable and in the worst situation she could have imagined. Regina continued to stare at her furiously until she felt a searing pain beginning at the top of her head. It felt like her scalp was being ripped clean away. "Stop!"
"I gave you plenty of chances," Regina slid a leather clad knee onto the bed and sneered at her. The painful ripping sensation of the glamour being removed started again and Emma gasped in pain. "Who disguised you?"
"Gold…Rumplestiltskin…whoever. Just stop!" Emma shrieked. Her instinct was to grab her head, but all she could do was ball her fists and grit her teeth as her body went rigid on the bed.
Regina waved her hand and the glamour was removed. Emma could tell she was truly bare before the Queen, and showing her true face. Regina's expression softened, her eyebrow arched and she extended her gloved finger to trail lightly over Emma's stomach and down her thigh. She was smooth, calculated and precise with her motions. Emma could only lie helplessly and watch in worry.
"You're very beautiful. Too beautiful to be working for him," Regina mused, her eyes had fallen to Emma's face and the possessiveness and wildness she saw in the Queen's dark eyes chilled her to the bone. "I think I'd like to have you. What do you say, dear? Will you have me? Or do you dare to refuse your Queen?"
"That's a lot of questions…." Emma licked her lips and outright smirked at Regina. She may be tied, but she was rapidly realizing she wasn't helpless. Evil Queen Regina still retained some of the characteristics of the Regina she knew in the future. For one, Emma could tell that she was excited. She enjoyed control, but she also enjoyed a challenge.
"What do you want from me? Clearly, I can't go anywhere like this," Emma pulled on her bindings just to punctuate her point. "If you were to untie me…I could show you exactly what I'm capable of."
"Silence," Regina appeared slightly unnerved by Emma's audacity to question her. It was surprising that Emma had ceased to show fear. "I'm not going to untie you, Princess. No matter how you tempt me."
She heaved a sigh and realized her throat was dry. The air was cool in the drafty chamber and she felt her nipples harden further as air wafted over her skin. She swallowed thickly and watched carefully as Regina magicked away her own heavy dress in the blink of an eye.
"I will attempt to even things out, just a tad, but make no mistake. You won't have the upper hand here." The Queen stood before her just as exposed, her body trembled slightly. Emma could sense her arousal. Her eyes were hooded and her pupils lust blown.
"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked in a calm and low tone. "Do you want to feel me, my Queen? Do you want to know if I'm wet for you? Or would you prefer that I'm not?"
Regina's breath became more labored and shallow with each of Emma's questions. Her hair cascaded in a thick mane down her back, and as she walked away to a drawer on the far side of the room, Emma craned her neck in attempt to see her back side. Then she slammed herself back on the bed, as she felt the hot flush of shame swim through her veins.
The realization dawned on her as sudden and swift as a slap to the face. It was the cold that made her nipples hard and ache to be sucked. It was her damned lust for Regina. It was ridiculous and a great cosmic irony and Emma was paranoid enough to entertain the thought that Rumplestiltskin had planned this very kind of situation at the beginning of time.
When Regina walked back across the room she was holding something strappy and leathery looking in one hand and in the other she held a slender vial containing a black liquid. Regina presented the strap on to her with a seedy smile as if she was offering nothing more than appetizers on a tray at a cocktail party.
This Regina didn't know who Emma really was, and Emma squeezed her eyes shut because she couldn't slam her own thighs together. It was maddening being immobilized and she hated that she was curious and in want of this woman before her. Part of her, the more carefree side told her to go with the flow, and enjoy the Queen's splendid torture as it could very well be her last night to live and if she was going down she might as well go out with a bang.
The more logical side of her brain told her to try and reason with Regina. The fear that any tiny thing altered in the past could drastically effect the future loomed in her mind. She didn't get a chance for that, because she watched stunned and silent in equal parts horror and enthrallment as Regina strapped the leather cock around her thighs.
"Do you like this? The finest leather worker in the kingdom crafted it especially to fit my needs, just as he makes the highest quality saddles for my precious steeds," Regina sounded all too proud of her cock. She stroked it lovingly and Emma couldn't help feel her core pulse in response to the obscene sight of Regina with the bulbous leather dildo jutting from between her thighs.
"I'm going to claim you, my dear. I'm going to fuck you so hard; you'll feel all the power that I command…"
Emma tuned out Regina's lengthy narcissistic monologue, and all she could focus on was the fact that the Evil Queen was crawling slowly over her, settling herself between her legs like she belonged there. She still held the glass with the mystery liquid in it. Emma doubted it was a shot of rum for courage, although she could have used one herself right about then. That dildo looked enormous from her vantage point.
Regina was rubbing it softly over her mound, mimicking the motion of fucking as if she was warming up. She was clearly getting more turned on by the visual. "Just get it over with," Emma couldn't take it. She hated that she wanted to touch Regina. She wanted to feel her skin, kiss her and make love with her. She'd fantasized about taking Regina like this, but never about being the one on the receiving end. More recently, her fantasies had become more emotional and intimate. She wanted to see Regina: the vulnerable and sweet side of the woman.
This was not her Regina. It was troubling.
"What's in your glass?" Emma's eyes were wide, she was turned on, but not like she wanted to be. She felt painfully aware, and self-conscious of every movement. There was too much fear in this to let herself be lost in it. The Queen seemed to thrive on her fear.
"This is for me," Regina answered with cryptic whimsy. "And for you, I suppose. Am I the first woman you've lain with?"
"Um…huh, lain? Is that what we're calling this?" Emma felt tense and sickened by the way her body was betraying her feelings as Regina rubbed the tip of the baby soft leather up and down through her folds. It came away from her darkened by her juices. The Queen leaned over her, all the while smiling, stroking Emma's curls, twisting the strands around her fingers. "I don't want this to be displeasing to you."
"Then untie me," Emma insisted, trying to keep the urgency out of her trembling voice.
Regina inspected the raw redness forming on Emma's right wrist. "I wish I could, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun for me. You're going to take every inch of me inside this nice cunt of yours. Don't be afraid to scream."
Without further prompting, Regina resettled herself between Emma's legs, and downed the potion in one long gulp. She seemed to relax as she breathed out, and pushed into Emma. "Oh."
As soon as she felt Regina enter her, Emma knew what the potion was. The dildo was no longer made of leather, but had transformed into a real cock. It was warm, and hard and inside her. Regina was fucking her. At first she was just testing her out with short, quick, shallow strokes: drawing herself in and pulling outs.
It wasn't uncomfortable… Emma didn't really let herself feel it. She was in shock over the whole magical/real dick that Regina was rocking. Then Regina pulled out suddenly, and scrambled over Emma's body to push the cock to her lips. "Suck me."
She kept her eyes open as the cock pressed into her open mouth. She licked the head slowly and wrapped her lips around it, never blinking. Regina closed her eyes in pleasure, moaning and physically relaxing into the wet hot feeling of Emma's mouth surrounding her.
"I've never used this spell before…there hasn't been anyone I desired enough to use it with. Until now," Regina looked down at Emma with a fondness in her voice, watching her reaction as she tentatively pushed inside her mouth a little deeper. She became a little more breathless and the tight control she tried to maintain over the situation as slipping.
Regina drew herself out of Emma's mouth, her hand flying out to steady herself by gripping Emma's bicep. She shuddered hard and grabbed her dick, stroking it firmly. She scrambled back down Emma's body, and in a magic instant Emma's bindings and position changed.
She was now upright. Her legs wrapped around the Queen's waist, and her were hands securely fastened together behind her back. Without further prelude, Regina pushed up and into her, thrusting hard, gauging Emma's expression. Emma couldn't help, but lose herself in the moment. Her back was sweaty from the exertion of fucking Regina. They fit together naturally and easily, and Emma felt embarrassed and dirty even as her body tightened with tension for her impending orgasm. She held her breath for a moment, grinding down harder, slamming her pussy onto Regina's cock mindlessly.
She even announced her orgasm as it started to unravel her body, "I'm cumming…oh fuck, you're making me cum, your Majesty."
At that moment Emma felt herself regain full use of her magic, or maybe she had stolen some of Regina's.
The Queen couldn't last a moment longer, she pumped her seed into Emma's cunt with abandon, and they both fell onto the bed, bodies still conjoined until Regina made a sound of regret and pulled out of her. She kissed her sweetly and curled up around her under the fur pelt to rest. Emma waited until she was sure that Regina had dozed off. With curiosity she pulled back the covers and noted that the cock had disappeared from between her legs.
She concentrated all her effort on her magic and was able to teleport away from Regina's bed and back into the forest.
Emma and Hook jumped back through the portal and back to the future. They hauled Marian into Granny's and reunited with everyone. Regina avoided Emma, turning away the minute she walked through the door. Her past memories now included their night together, and she had no clue what to say. She did everything in her power to avoid Emma, but the woman kept chasing her around Storybrooke, and begging her to talk.
She avoided Emma for six weeks. Emma finally cornered her in the vault. Her eyes were shining and watery, and had a goofy dazed smile on her face. Even as Regina burned in her own discomfort and shame she found Emma's demeanor odd and curious.
"Why are you interrupting me?" Regina twitched nervously, and smoothed the sleeves on her blazer.
"We need to talk. We have to now," Emma was resolute.
"I think we've done a fine job of not talking and I fail to see the urgency," Regina did her best to dismiss Emma, but she knew the woman had come to say her piece. "If you want me to apologize for something that my former self did—," Regina started before Emma interrupted her.
"Regina, I'm pregnant."
"What?" Her voice softened. "I mean congratulations."
Regina's mind was racing. Henry was to have a sibling. She ground her back teeth together thinking about Hook and Emma conceiving a child together.
"I should be saying congratulations to you," Emma nearly whispered.
"Whatever for?" Regina barked. She crossed her arms over her chest and flattened her chin to her neck.
"Look, I don't know what the hell circumstance of magic, high tides, super moons, man part potions, combined with time travel aligned with me ovulating, but you're the baby's other mother," Emma spoke as if she couldn't believe it.
"Me? That's impossible…that spell was temporary and I—I…" Regina remembered the force of her orgasm with Emma, and she had most definitely cum inside her. "I didn't think something like that could happen."
"Well, it did. I'm knocked up. If you don't believe me, I suppose we can go on Maury Povich and get a DNA test," Emma quipped. She was feeling scared as hell and she'd only just found out about the pregnancy so it was all new and strange. She already had one child with Regina. It seemed suited that she'd have another.
"We're going to have a baby…" the color drained from Regina's face and spots formed before her eyes. She started crying in a strangely delighted way, completely overcome with emotion.
The consequences of the past were about to seriously alter her future.
"Yep."