Snow was alive.
That damned girl was alive.
Regina could not believe that after all the trouble she had been through, that damned doey-eyed brat managed to get away.
Things would not end like this. Regina would find her, she would find her even if it was the very last thing she did. She would get her, grab her by the throat and kill her with her own bare hands. She longed to feel the warmth of the girl's blood dripping through her fingers, she craved for the sight of those bright green eyes as they went wide with despair and then dull. She wanted to be there to see the color extinguish from her cheeks, and for her lips to turn chalky and white just like her foolish complexion.
Regina only had to find the damned girl first.
The day after the failed attempt on Snow's life, Regina planned her words and actions with care. She had to manage to paint Snow as a monster, as a disturbed and murderous little girl to her late husband's men. She had needed to provide a reasonable explanation for the outlaw's presence, the Princess' disappearance and the sudden desire to have her killed, in addition to encouraging the knights to be willing to serve her without question. Her twisted, fictional tale, combined with her skills of persuasion seemed to do the trick, and Regina had the fools eating out of the palm of her hand.
Regina managed to, not only get rid of the unnerving amount of nobility that pestered her castle, but to also appease the men she would need to use to complete her plan.
Although, in addition to the list of Regina's issues, there was also the whole problem about that thief that she could not seem to keep out of her head.
And that particular issue, she hadn't quite resolved yet.
He had grabbed her and whispered words into her ear that both infuriated and enticed her. He had been sure and confident when he had told her that he'd 'make her beg to be fucked into oblivion'. Regina could not possibly let an opportunity to provoke him get away after his insinuations; she had been both terrified and delighted that he met fire with fire.
When he had first pushed her into the wall, instantly, Regina had felt like that helpless, 18-year-old bride who knew next to nothing about anything and was absolutely terrified of the notion of a man touching her. Memories of Leopold had flashed before her eyes and Regina felt like crying.
But the thief's touch was not abusive, nothing like the King's had been; it was intense, and instead of hurting her, it warmed her, set a fire alight inside her. It did not demand, but cherished. Regina let her fears slip away when his mouth came in contact with her back. His sucking kisses and bites adored, worshiped her body. They also burned; the electric sensation grew stronger with every new touch.
Regina felt her blood boil when the commotion drew the outlaw's smooth and demanding lips from her warm flesh. But her blood almost evaporated due to the heat of her anger when that noble man had looked down on her and doubted that she was in any way imposing or a threat.
She was having no more of that; never again would anybody doubt what she was capable of.
When she felt the life leave the man's body with a mere gesture of her hand, Regina felt an odd jolt of numbness invade her body. It was the usual sensation she felt when taking a life, but she had never had such an audience before. It had been particularly thrilling seeing the fear in the noble people's faces, and the awe mixed with admiration in the outlaw's eyes.
Regina had spent the rest of her day trying every single tracking spell in the book in order to find Snow. But the damned girl seemed to be sheltered from her somehow, and no amount of magic Regina had at her disposal had been successful.
In the next few days, the reports of the search parties she had sent out had come. Regina had little interest in learning details; she only wanted to know the answer to one question.
"Have you found Snow White?"
The endless negative responses made her head nearly burst.
…
It was on the fifth day of her exhausting and frustrating search that the unnerving genie had found a way to reach out to her.
She had been in her personal library, a place concealed from everyone in the castle, one she had built herself through the years and years of magical training. The room had once been a maid's quarters, attached to her own chamber, but had never been used for that purpose.
Regina had found the door that had been concealed by a hideous piece of tapestry leading to it in her first married year. She had found the hidden room – basked in the idea of having a secret place for herself – and set to work in making it her sanctuary. It was the only place in the castle where she truly felt at ease.
There she had hidden the mirror the genie had given to her, and it was through it that she heard his pleading voice.
"Your majesty, your majesty!" he called out, "Please."
Regina had been engrossed in a book about tracking people by personal items, chunks of hair and pieces of flesh. The voice startled her, her gaze shot immediately to where she remembered the mirror had been hidden. She was not on the least interested in speaking to that foul man ever again, so she brought her eyes back to the yellowed page.
"Please your majesty," he continued. "Regina."
That was it.
Regina practically flew from her seat and in no time, she had the mirror in her grasp. She looked the looming head inside with rage.
"Do not-" she started, her anger cutting her off before she recovered and spat; "Never call me by my given name you-"
"I'm sorry, I-" he pleaded and Regina was disgusted; he was pathetic.
"What do you want from me?" she said in a harsh tone, narrowing her eyes.
"Only to serve you my Queen." he replied, in that meek, pleading tone that made Regina want to hurl.
"You are of no use to me." She spat.
Regina started to lower the mirror to place it back where it had been, but the genie's pleading voice called out, a little desperate, "No wait!" she brought it back up, "But I am, my Queen, I am."
"Fine." Regina huffed "Humor me. How?"
"Due to my curse, I am able to travel to any reflective surface in this realm." He gave her simply.
"Oh?" that had caught Regina's attention alright.
"I can locate Snow White for you." He lifted an eyebrow, speaking in a victorious tone.
Finally! Something this damned, disembodied head said was worth hearing.
"And why have you not done that yet?" Regina asked, tone still poisonous. She could not help it; that man, that thing, was revolting.
"Because I want to make a deal with you," he explained. "I want you to give me something back for my services."
Regina held back a laugh, "Did you not just say all you wanted to do was serve me?"
"I did – And, and I do my Queen." He stuttered about his words, "All I want is look upon your face." he had that sweet, pleading tone again that made Regina's upper lip curl in disgust. "But I beg you, please, take the spell away from the mirror inside your chambers."
Oh.
Regina's stomach was flipping upside down. He wanted to see her. Of course, he had been enthralled by her, he said it was love despite Regina knowing it was no such thing; it was lust, a lust that was most certainly not reciprocated.
Regina could not bear the mere idea of having his hovering face looking at her as she went about her chambers, as she changed, as she slept, as she...
"Absolutely out of the question," she said, her head high looking down at the mirror. "I value my privacy more than anything and I am not willing to sell it for Snow's mere location."
"Please your majesty," he begged. "Your face haunts my every thought, I'm completely and helplessly in lov-"
"Do not dare say that!" Regina cut him off fast before he used that word to describe his pathetic, little feelings. "Do you not understand me? I feel nothing but abhorrence for you! Besides, how am I to know that your words are even true? What proof have you of this?"
"I have been looking into the mirrors of the Dark One's castle," he said eagerly. "And have found something quite peculiar."
"What?" she snapped.
The face in the mirror smirked and his image faded away to show her the image of Rumple's castle, more specifically his dining hall. There was, however, something indeed off about the scene, for there was a young woman sitting on the dining table whilst Rumple had his face buried in a book.
The girl tried; "Do you want to talk about it?"
She had a funny accent and was rather pretty, with piercing blue eyes and wavy brown hair that reached a little over her shoulders, Regina noted.
"There is nothing to talk about; I missed the damn knave, end of story." Rumple replied, not moving his gaze from the book.
"You do not fool me." The girl said, looking sympathetically towards him.
This was indeed peculiar, Regina pondered.
Rumple did not reply but simply hummed.
The girl hopped out of the table, still regarding Rumple and went to stand beside his chair.
"You are not the man I thought you were." She said, and – to Regina's utter astonishment – leaned down and kissed the Dark One on the cheek, ending with a heartfelt; "I'm glad."
She gave him one last smile before she left.
Rumple's gaze did not falter from the book. But his hand came to rest where the girl had placed the kiss, and for a moment Regina could see his skin change to a rosier, more human tone. But all too soon, the sparkly greenish scales returned.
The image died and the face of the genie reappeared on the mirror, Regina was dumbfounded.
"That was indeed peculiar." Regina said coolly, careful not to demonstrate her excitement, "Who is she?"
"Her name is Belle. She is a princess who has sacrificed her freedom in order to rid her father's kingdom of the ogres pestering it," the genie informed her, "She's bound to serve the Dark One forever by contract."
"Very well, you have given me something of mild value." Regina said, carefully measuring her words, "But nothing could ever buy what you seek."
"Then, your majesty, let me see you once," he begged.
"What are you talking about? You are 'seeing' me as we speak you fool." Regina snapped, becoming irritated at his words.
"No. I wish… I yearn to see all of you, my Queen," he stuttered. "I long to see you in your full glory. I want to see everything."
His voice had grown darker and Regina understood then what he meant by 'everything', but nothing could have ever have prepared her for the next words he uttered.
"I have seen you angry, mad enough to hurt yourself in your fury attacks. I have seen the hurt the King had caused you, enough for you to do what you did. I've seen many things from you my Queen, but I'm yet to see you pleasured." He spoke slowly and Regina was praying to whichever Gods who lived the skies above that she was hallucinating.
"What?" she hissed feeling her eyes widen.
His response was now quick and desperate "Please, your majesty, just once, let me see you pleasure yourself, I won't ask again... Just once."
Regina felt bile rise in her throat, her breathing become quicker as her heartbeat raced, she was sure she was going to vomit.
She was so shocked that, for a moment, she thought she had forgotten how to move. She was no blushing virgin – far from it – but this request repulsed her. She hated this man, he had known her for a little over a week, and yet he had claimed to know her, know of her afflictions, and worst of all, he claimed himself to be in love with her. She knew it was not possible for anyone to love her, she had made sure of it, locking herself up in the icy façade of the Queen she never wanted to be.
I will never love again, and no one will ever love me, she remembered the promise she had made ten years ago to her father.
She knew the former genie was only interested in her physical beauty. She knew it because she had used it to manipulate him, like she had so many others.
There had been something about his reaction, about the way he had looked at her when she had exposed her true colors and confessed that she had been using him all along. It was as if he was not even listening to a word she said. She was sure she could have used far harsher words and he would still have had the same reactions.
But it was the moment when he had made his wish that Regina knew for certain he did not love her. He was just obsessed, crazy about her, but not in love. Regina knew what love looked like, and what played in the genie's eyes was most definitely not it. It had been so long since she had seen love shine in Daniel's eyes, but she could remember it as if it were yesterday.
And although Regina was no expert in the matter, she knew that if you love something, you should want to see the object of your affections content. Never trapped.
He had chosen to chain himself to her. And she had been terrified when the smoke engulfed his figure. Terrified of what that wish would do to her life. She had just broken the shackles that chained her to the King, only to have another man try to trap her.
But he had been the one who ended up imprisoned and Regina had felt like laughing as relief washed over her.
And now he wanted to watch her pleasure herself?
Regina could not say she was surprised that the man, thing, had wanted to see that, but all the same, it shocked her that he had voiced his desires.
Her mind wondered to the image he had shown her of the Dark One and the pretty little brunette. That would be very useful to Regina. That girl was clearly a weak point for Rumple; Regina could see he liked her. And if the genie was able to reach into the mirrors of the Dark Castle, surely he would be able to locate Snow. And furthermore, act as a spy for Regina, be her eyes-
But the price was far too costly. To bare herself in front of him felt demeaning to Regina, as if she was letting him win over her and she did not like that feeling in the slightest. Unless-
Unless she was able to turn the tables in her favor.
Unless she was able to get what she wanted, and ensure the genie would never ask for something like this ever again.
The wheels turned inside Regina's head and the answer was simple. So simple a laugh escaped her lips, and the hovering head looked puzzled back at her. She met his eyes, her own sparkling with malice. He would regret having ever asked to watch her.
"Fine." The genie let out a relieved breath Regina noticed he had been holding ever since he had stopped speaking. "I will allow you watch while I pleasure myself once. Only one time, is that clear?"
"Yes." His voice was raspy.
"But we will do this my way, mirror." Regina said quickly.
"Of course, my Queen." His sweet voice was back, and Regina wondered if she was indeed going to be able to go through with her plan without hurling in the process.
"First of all, the deal," Regina started "Since your price is rather… personal, I will only agree to it if we seal it magically. There is a spell, an ancient spell, in which the involved parties make a vow. And if that vow is not fulfilled… the failing party suffers dearly."
"What is the price to be paid for not fulfilling this vow?"
"Life" she said slowly and the mirror's eyes widened. "I would think such a spell is befitting to our situation, don't you?"
"Yes," he breathed.
There. That thing did not love her. Regina hated him even more now.
"Good." Regina faked a smile she knew he would buy, "So on your end of the bargain, you must vow to assist me in anything and everything I require you to. You are to vow to never disrupt me unless you have news that are of importance to me. And also, to never turn against me." She smirked, "Do you agree with my terms?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes I do." The genie said, almost choking on his own words.
"As for me, I will vow to allow you to watch me pleasure myself once. I am to call upon you when I am ready and only then you may appear upon the surface of my mirror." She explained, swallowing the bile rising in her throat. "Remember you have to watch the whole thing. Are you sure you can handle that?" She raised one of her eyebrows in challenge, drawing him into her dastardly plan.
"Yes."
Regina smirked and felt truly evil. But in all fairness; he deserved it.
"We make the vow now. But this little show you are making me put on will not happen today, nor tomorrow-" Regina thought through her plan before she continued; "It will happen when you are able to provide me with useful information. Information that will help me take action against my enemies. Do you agree to that?"
"Yes, my Queen."
"Good."
Regina left the mirror on the table and headed for one of the many bookshelves she had in her secret library. She ran her fingers along the spines of her precious magical books, looking for the material on Dark Arts Rumple had given to her. This particular spell had been created by a sorcerer from another realm. The some people in said realm could wield magic, but they had to make use of a wand, only the very powerful ones had no need to use one.
Her fingers met dark green leather with gold embossing and Regina knew she had found the one.
She placed the book on the table and grabbed the mirror once more.
"What is the name of this spell, my Queen?" he asked.
Regina's voice was grave when she answered; "The unbreakable vow."
"And it is called so because…"
"If you fail your vow, you pay the price of its magic with your own life." Regina said, her voice low and dangerous, before she sardonically added; "hence the 'unbreakable' part."
Regina looked away from the mirror and back at the book, starting to chant the magic words of the spell. Since this spell usually just required a wand, she had come up with a verbal incantation to substitute it. Regina always found that those wooden sticks were pathetic; words carried the most powerful magic of all.
Wands were for weak, little fairies. Wands trapped magic and Regina had all the magic she needed flowing through her veins. She had no use for a sparkly stick; her magic was overwhelming enough on its own.
She said her words carefully, making her vow very clear, and so did the hovering head inside the mirror she held on her hand. When he was done speaking, she felt a jolt of magic crackle between the two of them. A thin thread of white magic enwrapped the hand and wrist that held onto the mirror, snaking its way around the handle of the object, binding them in their contract.
The thread faded away and Regina looked at the image in the mirror before declaring; "It is done."
She took a long breath; the spell had drained her somewhat. "Now, I want you to keep an eye on that girl, Belle. Rumple will set her free, I can feel it. He knows she makes him weak."
Regina's eyes travelled far off, then snapped back to the mirror. "And when he does I want to be informed immediately. Now leave my sight at once, search for Snow White and only return when you have valuable information. Then will I fulfil my end of the bargain."
"But-" The head was gone before he could even complete his sentence.
Well, this was just perfect, Regina wryly thought as she slammed the mirror on the desk …
Skin on skin, his touch burned her, his hands made a hot trail on her bare flesh. Her nails dug into his back, he pushed in harder and harder and Regina felt alive like never before. The connection was almost unbearably good when his lips crashed upon hers, hot, wet and savage.
Her dark orbs meet his blue ones, his dark blonde stubble prickled her neck, that smell of forest, so revolting and yet so enticing, invading her senses. She wanted to feel this whole always, her skin prickled and she never wanted it to stop...
Regina awoke with a start and a very undeniable wetness between her legs. Ever since she had sealed the deal with the outlaw, memories of their one time together haunted her dreams.
Well not haunted; they weren't unpleasant memories after all...
How long had it been since she had last seen him? Five, six days? She had been so engrossed in finding a way to locate Snow she had had no time to enjoy the services the outlaw was willing to perform.
This dream in particular had been quite vivid. Regina could still feel the heated trail blazing on her skin, a sensation she had only ever felt with him.
Regina decided even before she had gotten out of bed that she would be having the outlaw between her legs that day. She had barely finished her intricate up do – Regina found that the hot pink stripe in her hair served as yet another way of protest against her old way of life – when there was a timid knock on her door.
She flung the door open so fast she thought that the young pageboy who stood on the other side was going to pass out. He was looking down at his shoes as informed her in a timid voice that there was someone at the gates demanding to have an audience with her. 'Who?' Regina had asked; the boy replied that it was the Sheriff of Nottingham, who had come on the account of Robin Hood. She informed the boy to lead the Sheriff to the council chamber and then retrieve Locksley, the boy flew from her sight.
From what she had heard about the Sheriff, Regina was not expecting much. And what she had heard had proven to be very true; he was an ordinary looking man, who clearly thought he was something extraordinary. He spoke as if he were a noble man – which Regina knew he was not – and dared to kiss her hand assuming he'd appear cordial. Regina had wanted to snap his neck for that, but she was far too curious to see how events would unfold to finish him off. For the moment anyway.
She played her part, pretended to sympathize with the Sheriff's ideals. But it was after the thief's brief exchange of words with the Sheriff that Regina felt her blood simmer with murderous impulses towards that disgusting man.
He had raped the thief's wife?
Regina knew she was no saint, her heart blackened to the point of no return. But the way men thought they had a right to claim ownership and force themselves on women was something she had always found appalling, her abhorrence had only grown throughout her marriage to the King. She remembered how it had been her who had been a victim of such an abusive man. Back then, when she had no way to defend herself, no one could have helped her; her attacker was the King and her husband, and to all outsiders' eyes she was merely doing her wifely duties.
She saw the anger and hate grow inside the outlaw's eyes and figured he was only able to contain himself due to the fact that his heart lay beating inside her vault.
Regina was sick and angry; she wanted to make that man pay, but she figured the outlaw should be the one to finish the job.
Regina would never admit aloud that she turned the man into an insect just so the thief could have his revenge on him, so he could avenge the violence inflicted upon his late wife. Even though she knew that he knew that had been her intention, for when he thanked her, the voice that reached her ears did not carry a single drop of the contempt he had been glaring her way just moments before.
As she studied him while they talked she was reminded of how long it had been since she had felt the buzz of his touch, almost a week, and that had proven to be far too long.
When he had asked her if he could assist her any other way, that small grin tugging on his lips, Regina could not resist but command him to fuck her. Then his hands were everywhere and she regretted wearing such a heavy and impossible dress. Regina eventually managed to free herself from it while provoking the thief, a sport that had become a favorite of hers.
The thief was on fire between her legs and Regina could not have been more pleased, his intense touch leaving reddened marks on her skin Regina would later trace with her own fingers and shiver at the memory.
It was good, it was far too good. It was the best sex she had ever had; in every encounter they had, the electric spark between them seemed to grow mightier and mightier.
And Regina was flying, she noted that they reached their peaks in unison again, and once again she was momentarily deprived of air due to the overwhelming sensation. She tightened, and he released and it felt perfect.
The mirror's interruptions were starting to get to Regina's last nerve, but she knew that now his interruption was not prominent of a jealous disposition, but of an informative visit which was bound to be important.
The girl was out. This was Regina's opportunity to try to talk to her, and manipulate her into ridding that imp of his power and making her life a hell of a lot easier. Aside from the fact that, if Rumple had no powers, killing him would be like child's play.
She had the thief come with her, not inside her carriage, obviously, but ahead with the other knights. She knew the road that led out of the dark castle well, having made that journey – regrettably – far too many times. Her carriage flew its way up the path, until the driver informed her that there was a peasant in the road, and she ordered him to stop immediately.
She looked at the girl, who seemed very pretty, before opening the door to her carriage with a friendly smile that contrasted with her choice of attire.
"Did my carriage splash you?" Regina asked faking concern.
"Oh no, I'm fine, thank you." the girl, responded with a pretty, tight smile.
"I'm tired of riding," Regina said taking a small breath looking at her driver, she looked back at the girl, Belle, her name was Belle, and said; "I'm going to stretch my legs and walk with you for a spell."
The conversation with the young girl went just as Regina planned; she was very naive and quite eager to believe anything Regina told her about being able to 'cure' her master/lover.
Regina laughed internally when she told the girl that 'true love's kiss can break any curse'.
Break curses it most certainly did, but it could not solve all problems. Something Regina had learned with painful clarity.
Regina had heard a muffed laugh from behind her that originated from none other than that damned thief she insisted in keeping about when she told the girl; 'I would never suggest a woman to kiss a man who held her captive. What kind of message is that?'
She did not think twice before sending a small enchantment down to his nether parts, squeezing to the point of pain. Then it was her time to hide a laugh when she heard him wince and let out a low groan behind her.
But the girl was gullible enough to believe that if she kissed Rumple, he would turn into an ordinary man and they'd have a chance at love and happiness. Well, part of that was true; Regina could see that indeed it was true love that zapped between the pair. And true love would most certainly strip Rumpelstiltskin from his curse, turning him into an ordinary man.
She could not help but feel a touch of jealousy for the creature; he had found someone who loved him truly, just as he was, darkened soul, rotten heart and everything in between. He had been corrupted by magic and power and yet this girl still found it in her heart to truly love him.
He had poisoned Regina's life and tarnished her heart, tricked and manipulated her. She had resigned herself to the idea that she would never love again, and nobody would ever love her, and yet this girl had apparently fallen for the imp, of all people!
He does not deserve to be loved; the jealous voice rang in her.
But I do, a young woman with braided hair tried timidly.
All voices were muffed by the cackling that came from the elder Queen who wore a crown adorned with a heart shaped ruby. She insisted on telling Regina; love is weakness, and this was the prime example of it; Regina was going to use love against her former mentor, to make him even weaker, to strip him of all his powers.
Regina did not need love; she could never be weak. What she needed was Snow White's blood dripping through her fingers as she slit the girl's throat.
If everything went according to plan, this 'Belle' would kiss Rumple and all her pretty dreams would come true; he would be man again, an ordinary man, capable of love but not magic.
Upon further consideration, Regina stopped entertaining thoughts of killing him. Oh no, she would much rather watch him suffer whilst being stripped of his powers. That would generate much more enjoyment for Regina.
There was still one last problem that she was bound to now take care of. Regina decided that sooner was better than later to take care of an issue as delicate as that. …
That evening Regina sat on the bench facing her new dresser, there were three frames deprived of mirrors. She looked beyond the furniture set and smirked, bringing one of her feet to rest upon the seat and opening her legs wider.
She had let all her hair down, it cascaded down her back and the loose curls tickled her bare skin. Regina had shed all her clothes, and was sat naked as the day she was born. She ran her hand about her figure, brushing by her breasts, past by her stomach, down her navel until she found her core.
Regina closed her eyes. She massaged her bud once, twice, then lifted her free hand, summoning her magic to work for her. A mirror appeared on each of the once empty frames and she whispered once.
"Mirror."
Regina had her eyes closed for the sole purpose of not having to look at that man's face whilst she did this. She had been very careful in her vow not to specify if she herself was to watch the act as well. She knew he was there, she could hear his heavy breathing as she continued to massage herself.
"Oh your majesty."
Regina swallowed hard in order to keep her face straight and to quell any thoughts of how sick the person in the mirror made her.
She hated doing this.
This is humiliating.
But soon it would not be. She kept that thought in mind. Soon it would be him wishing this had never even happened.
She brought her index finger to pinch her bud and hissed, the little pain shooting spikes of pleasure through her. She resumed in rubbing her clit, now a little bit harder and let a small moan escape her lips.
"My Queen-" he stuttered "-you are a vision."
We will see about that.
We will see if you can indeed handle seeing me, disgusting creature.
With every intention to make him suffer in mind, Regina brought her other hand to assist her. It travelled its lazy way up her thigh and found her core, which was starting to get slick due to the activities the other hand had been performing. She inserted one finger and threw her head back moaning.
Footsteps reached her ears.
Regina smirked.
She continued to pump her finger inside her cunt whilst the other hand rubbed her bud lazily.
Step, step, step.
"Who is that?" the confused voice of the mirror asked in a whisper.
Regina did not answer but continued to rub herself, releasing another breathy moan. She still had her eyes closed but her lips had twitched into a grin.
Step, step, step.
"Your majesty-" the mirror stuttered, "Is that-?"
Step, step, step.
She could feel a figure approach her naked form and excitement flew about her whole body making her shiver; she released another moan for good measure.
"Is that the thief?"
Her eyes snapped open.
Step, step, step.
He was standing right behind her, only a breath away from touching her skin. Regina could see him through the side mirror, he was looking at the hovering head dead in the eye, his expression unreadable. Regina could feel their electric connection tingle between them already due to his closeness.
"My Queen, what-" the mirror looked at her puzzled and Regina simply continued rubbing as if nothing out of the ordinary was coming to pass. Regina tilted her head a little bit more, making contact with the outlaw's broad, shirt-covered chest behind her.
The thief's gaze shifted down to her figure and he brought one hand to retrieve her mass of wavy hair and throw it over one of her shoulders.
"What-?" it was a mere whisper from the mirror.
Regina turned her neck to the side so the exposed side of her neck was more accessible, her gaze not really focusing anywhere.
When she felt the outlaw's fingers rest on the recently exposed skin, she could hear the mirror's distinctive voice whispering "No..." in disbelief.
The outlaw's fingers traveled down her neck and his hand cupped one of her breasts, she could feel his gaze burning her. His touch was extraordinary.
"No" the mirror said again, a little louder.
The thief brought one of his knees to rest upon the chair she sat on, beside the leg that was down, bringing his body to finally touch hers. She could feel his erection pressed against her back and leaned onto it drawing a low groan from him.
"Your majesty..." the mirror said in a pitiful tone
But she ignored his pleas and basked in the sensation of having the outlaw's hot body against hers. She continued to pinch and rub her clit and pump the other finger inside of her, her lower lip drawn between her teeth.
Locksley brought his head down to her exposed neck and started placing suckling kisses that made Regina's head go dizzy. She let out a content moan, releasing her lip and momentarily closing her eyes as he took care of her neck and pinched a hard nipple.
"No, no-" the mirror begged.
Regina was starting to feel light headed with the treatment the thief gave her, but her rubbing hand was still resolute on her clit.
"Oh, Locksley," her voice was low and a tad hoarse, the thief rose his head from the crook of her neck to meet her eyes. "Would you be a dear and lend me a hand down here?"
"Your wish is my command, your majesty." He grinned and kissed her neck once more.
The hand that had been ravaging her breast moved down and met her own, covering the hand that had been pumping a finger in and out of her.
"Allow me, your majesty."
He took her hand in his own removing her index finger from inside her, her other hand still moving in fluid circles. The thief then brought the hand up near his face and took the coated finger in his mouth, drawing a gasp from Regina.
"No, no…" the hovering head pleaded, and through her pleasured haze, Regina found a smirk growing on her lips.
The outlaw let go of the hand so his own hand could travel back down her body and easily find her entrance. Two long calloused fingers were inside her and Regina threw back her head with a yelp, starting to thrust her hips to meet his pumping movements.
Regina's eyes were wide open now, one of her hands persisted in rubbing her bud while the other had found the thief's head and she sensually scraped her nails over his scalp. The thief's free hand ran lazy lines about her side, making Regina shiver and contract her walls around his strong fingers inside her.
"Please your majesty-" the genie tried, "Don't-"
Regina snapped her head up and regarded him for the first time. She had a repulsed look on her face, her eyes were narrowed, her lips pressed firmly together, and although her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was uneven, she was still able to address him in all her regal hate.
"Didn't you want to see me touch myself?" she asked jeeringly. "Well-" she yelped as the outlaw – who was still going nice and good with his fingers down below – twisted his fingers and touched a particularly sensitive spot.
She caught her breath and continued; "Well, there you have it. As you can see-" her gaze darted to the hand that had not left her clit ever since the beginning "-I am still touching myself."
She smiled an evil, perverse smile.
The dumbfounded expression in the mirror made Regina cackle.
The outlaw's free hand had found its way to Regina's thigh and he traced the supple flesh torturously slowly. His touch was light but still electrifying. Suddenly he grabbed her inner thigh and tugged it.
Regina got the message and without drawing her hand from her bud lowered the leg so both her feet were now on the ground. The outlaw removed his hand from between her legs and lifted his weight from the stool, his hands encircling Regina's waist when she stood.
In a quick move, the outlaw kicked the bench to the side hard, the object screeching across the floor before crashing into the wall. Regina could see him clear as the day in the mirror to her side, and she chose to drink in his image to distract herself from the doey eyes that still watched her, still pleading.
He was clad in only a white shirt and his dark green trousers. His feet were already bare; he had removed his boots right after he had recuperated from walking into her room to see her already bare, looking at herself in her full length and completely protected mirror.
With his hands still on his waist, still standing behind her, he lowered his body until he was resting on his haunches. He then quickly ran his tongue through her slick opening, passing by her asshole – making Regina shiver – up her entire back, trailing along her spine, shoulders and neck. He drew his head from her flesh, his body pressed fully against hers as he stood upright. Regina looked at him and he captured her lips in his.
The kiss only lasted for a moment; when the genie's voice rang in their ears, both heads shot to regard him.
"I'm sorry your majesty." He stuttered, clearly trying to look away from the vision. "I should not have asked this of you. I know now; I was wrong." He paused to look at her, pitiful and pleading, "Please make him stop."
"No," she snarled. "You see, my end of the bargain has been fulfilled-" she grinned "- I have let you watch whilst I pleasure myself. But I'm afraid yours has not." She made a face of faked innocence and hissed when the thief started sucking the red mark on her neck. "As long as I have my little hand down here-" she motioned down with her head "- I'm still touching myself, and so you are still bound to watch. If you so much as close your eyes, you'll die."
She felt the outlaw let out a laugh that was muffed by the flesh of her neck, and she couldn't help but let out a chuckle of her own.
"So sit back and enjoy the show, mirror." She drew away from the outlaw's grasp and, with one hand still between her thighs, approached the dresser. She rested her free hand on the piece of furniture and leaned her weight onto it, looking him dead in the eye, "You asked for it."
With that, Regina twisted her fingers on her clit releasing a moan, her back arched and her bare arse rose up. She continued to play with herself whilst she watched the outlaw behind her through the free mirror. He was burning holes at her with his eyes, the way he looked at her made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
He started working on his belt still staring at her, his eyes hungry and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
"NO!" the mirror screamed and Regina laughed.
The outlaw smirked freeing himself from his pants and undergarments, shoving them down and taking them off, eyes still fixed on Regina.
The mirror's repeated begging for them to stop continued.
Regina had a smile plastered on her face and watched as the outlaw now approached her, clad only in his white shirt. He grabbed Regina's hips with might and hissed placing his oh so hard member at her entrance.
The outlaw drove himself inside her all at once, burying his cock ball deep inside her wet sex. It felt like heaven, it felt like everything in the word was right, regardless of the fact that she was a maniac chasing after her seemingly helpless stepdaughter, and he was a bandit without a heart and yet could still possess an alarming amount of bloodlust.
They were right, this was right…
Regina's hearing had been muffed by the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly fucked. But after several thrust, it started coming back and she could hear that irritating voice still begging.
"Your majesty, no, please-" she was so sick of him, "You've punished me enough."
The pair ignored his pleas and the outlaw drew his member almost all the way out before burying himself deep inside her again. This time they started slow, slow but deep thrusts until Regina was mewling and almost begging for more.
But the begging and whining coming from the genie were starting to thoroughly irritate her. She figured, even though she had planned for the mirror to watch the whole thing, she was not enjoying herself so much with his suffering anymore; it had become tiring. So finally drawing away her hand from herself she placed it on the dresser and looked at him again
"I guess the show is over for you mirror."
The outlaw stilled, with his cock still inside her he regarded her through his reflection on the mirror. "It's over for you- " she lifted her weight from the dresser and brought her working hand to cup the thief's cheek "-but it's never over for Locksley."
She chuckled as the thief started licking her juices from her fingers.
"Just remember this next time you ask me for a favor, mirror. Goodbye."
With her free hand, Regina set her magic on all three mirrors and shattered them into thousands of pieces so small they turned to dust and disappeared. Regina laughed again.
For a moment, the pair just stood there, the thief's length still very much buried inside her, his hands started to run lazy patterns about her sides. The electric current playing about her skin made it so very easy to forget that this was just a ploy to get back at the mirror. But soon enough, she forgot all about the whole business and just allowed herself to feel.
Regina closed her eyes and let her head tilt behind when the outlaw started moving inside her again. He groaned as he pumped in a rhythm Regina was most eager to meet, his arms circling her frame, holding her against him.
Suddenly he drew completely from her and Regina voiced a noise of protest as her eyes snapped opened in confusion. His hands still had a firm grip on her waist and turned her around to face him. He had the smuggest grin on his lips, and Regina met it with a raised brow.
"What?" Regina asked, only now did she realize her voice had gone hoarse again.
"You are really evil, you know that?" he said, his voice low. There was no judgment in his tone, but rather the implications of the facts Regina knew only too well.
"I am aware of that." She responded, "Maybe people should start calling me The Evil Queen for good measure." They both laughed.
"Now shut up-" she closed the distance between their bodies by grabbing the white fabric of his shirt and pulling him into a quick but fierce kiss "- and fuck me into oblivion, otherwise you'll be at the other end of my evil ways."
Still wearing his smug grin, the outlaw started leading them both to the dresser until her butt touched the wooden surface. With his grip still on her waist, the thief lifted Regina to sit on the dresser as if she weighed nothing.
"Oh your majesty, I very much look forward to being at the other end of your evil ways if they look anything like this." He mocked and did not give her a fair opportunity – as if either of them played fair – to retort before he buried his cock back inside her.
The outlaw quickly picked up the pace. Long gone were the languid, slow thrusts he was giving her only moments ago. However, Regina could not complain; the friction was driving her near to insanity.
He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her even closer to him, almost lifting her from the dresser while still pumping hard and fast inside her, reaching even deeper. Regina was on the verge, holding onto his shoulders and digging her nails hard into the flesh where his shirt had slightly tumbled from, wanting to mark him in more ways than one.
This was insane; this moment right here was the best she could ever remember feeling. It should not have been possible, and yet, there she was, her body practically singing in pleasure as this savage, uneducated animal pumped into her, growling in her ear and digging his fingertips into her ass to bring her hips more forcefully to meet his.
She came, long and hard. Regina's head nearly exploded and she could barely register that he still pumped into her a few times before he found his own peak.
The outlaw was panting heavily with his head resting against one of her shoulders, his strong arms still holding her legs.
This had been most fulfilling, the look of utter desperation in the genie's eyes, how much she hated the way that thing looked at her. It served him right. First, he had made that outrageous wish, putting not only his life in jeopardy but hers too. What if he had worded it another way? Regina would have ended up yet again a slave to the pleasures of a man she did not love, a man she actually despised.
Only the thought of what might have been brought shivers of terror to Regina. She was nobody's plaything, and if he thought that she would ever play fair after his request, then he must have been even more of an imbecile than she originally took him for, with a level of insanity to match.
Then again, it was most probable that he was even more insane than she and the outlaw were put together.
Right now Regina felt like she had the world on a leash; she had managed to trick the nauseating genie into a deal which would only really benefit her, in addition to punishing him for pestering her every moment since he had entrapped himself by her side with his own naïve stupidity. She also had a new tool to not only track down Snow but to spy on her enemies, Rumple especially; that girl could be the key to stripping him of all his powers.
And of course, this was to add to the delicious man that was currently occupying the space between her thighs, the one who made her skin burn and her head go light and dizzy.
Pretty soon, when she was finally able to annihilate Snow White's very existence, Regina would be able to sit back on her much-earned throne and relax. But for now, there was always work to be done if that fantasy was to be realized sooner rather than later.
Taking a long breath, Regina straightened her spine and disentangled her legs from the outlaw's grip. Her movements made him draw his head from her skin as he brought his eyes to meet hers and relaxed his arms, their bodies still connected elsewhere.
Regina brought one of her feet to rest in the middle of the outlaw's chest and pushed him away from her. He stepped back, his now softening member slipping out of her, Regina felt the loss instantly and, for a wild moment, she pondered the possibility of having him stay.
But no, there was far too much work to be done, plus she would not give the outlaw the impression that he was anything special to her.
Because he was not.
He was the best sex she had ever had. Nothing more.
Is that so? Humored one of the many voices inside her head, but she shut it up before it could say anything else.
"You may leave now thief." She said coldly, her foot still on his torso, his eyes looked from the foot to her and then back to her foot.
He did not look happy.
He moved from his spot so fast Regina almost fell from the dresser, having not had the chance to redistribute her weight off his chest. He moved swiftly about her room, collecting his pants, putting them on and finding his boots.
Regina got down from her seat on the table to watch him as he walked about her room, he was a fine specimen indeed. Very handsome, and seemingly obedient – at times.
He had just fastened his boots and was already heading for the door when suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly and met her eyes, Regina was clad in nothing and she could feel his eyes devour her image inch by inch.
Before she could register what was happening he was standing right in front of her and his lips were crashing down onto hers.
Regina knew that she should not have responded; she should have pushed him away and set clear boundaries. He was there to please her, not to steal kisses whenever he pleased. Nevertheless, when the tingling – which she had found was particularly strong whenever their lips touched – invaded her senses, Regina's head always became dizzy, and all her thoughts and plans melted away.
Regina felt one of his hands between her thighs again and her gasp was swallowed by their kiss. He drew two fingers inside her and twisted them in the way it touched a delicate spot. He drew both fingers and mouth away from her just in time for her to voice her embarrassing moan.
He was smirking now.
Bastard.
"I just thought I could have something to remember this by." He said raising the wet fingers, a combination of her arousal and his seed dripping from his fingers, and promptly sucking them dry.
Regina's eyes were glued his fingers, she felt her teeth clench; she was so mad that she was so extremely turned on by this man. And he knew it; somehow she could see that he knew exactly what was going on in her head.
"Who would have known that outlaw and Queen made such a tasty mix?" He said turning around and heading for the door. Regina felt her blood boil. He opened the door and if he was not out of that room in less than 10 seconds, Regina would incinerate him.
He left and the ball of fire hit the door with an explosion.
Regina took a deep breath.
Why am I so mad?
Control dearie; you have no control of that animal, that mocking voice was back.
If you did not like the joke you can always gag him the next time, reasoned the still naked Queen drinking a glass of wine, plus you cannot deny it that you did enjoy his…performance.
Better get rid of him dearie, no good has ever come from loss of control, the mocking voice insisted.
Regina went to sleep that night with the many voices in her head arguing with each other, trying to reason her to act as they saw fit. This whole affair was bound to drive her insane. But the dull ache between her legs and the fiery spots the outlaw had created distracted her from the unwelcome words.
…
The next day, a shy knock on her door drew Regina from her slumber.
She was just about to drift back into deep sleep when the timid knock returned. And got up from the bed and with a wave of her hand was all dressed and ready to severely punish the person who dared to wake her.
Regina's fuse was short as it was, and it was already burning when she called out to the door."Yes?"
A freshly broken, clearly adolescent voice replied "Your majesty? I have urgent news."
Regina huffed and went to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was a young man clad in a silver colored vest coat and white pants, a symbol in the middle of his chest that did not belong to her flag.
"Your majesty-" he bowed, "Forgive me for coming at this early hour but the news is urgent and you yourself did instruct me to come-"
"Out with it boy!" Regina said in a firm and loud voice. "Tell me what happened."
"It's Prince James your majesty-" the boy stated, "-he's dead."