The first rays of morning were sufficient to awaken Robin from his slumber. He could smell the unique scent of the forest and felt home, even though his back hurt from sleeping on the floor, and a few insects had feasted on his exposed flesh while he was dead to the world. He felt free.

I have got to do this more often.

He turned to his side and was met with the sight of a still very much-passed out young woman with a piece of cloth on her face.

Fantastic

As Robin got to his feet, his stomach protested and he was reminded he had not had anything to eat in almost an entire day, his mission having completely distracted him from his basic needs.

After eating a single apple from a nearby tree – rather reluctantly for it reminded him too much of the one which stood in the gardens of the castle – Robin hoisted the girl back over his shoulder and made his way to the castle.

Although his journey was untroubled, Robin could not help but feel uneasy; after all carrying the girl limited his movements and made him rather vulnerable to attack. Had that arrow - shot by wolf boy - been shot this day he would be a dead body with a passed out woman laying on top of him.

Robin sighed in relief when he saw the castle, upon his arrival at the gates – which immediately opened to him – he handed the girl to the first guard he saw and told him to lock her up in one of the tower cells.

"Has the Queen returned yet from her journeys?" he asked the man who now had Belle over his shoulder.

"Journeys?" the man looked at him puzzled "For all I know the Queen has not left her chambers ever since she came back from the carriage trip the day before yesterday." He replied to Robin, all these men feared and respected him, so he could trust none of them would be crazy enough to lie.

Why, of course, she went away by magic, and Robin was pretty certain she was not giving reports of her whereabouts to anybody.

Out of the blue, a loud scream sounded from inside the castle followed by a blinding flash of light. Robin and the man covered their eyes to shield them from the bright but terrible light.

He did not need to think twice to know to whom that scream belonged to. The Queen, of course. It was always the Queen, who was screaming her head off like some mad person over one thing or another. Robin found this was the perfect moment to gloat about his conquests to her. She might try to incinerate him, but he sure could dodge pretty well.

Without giving the burdened guard a second glance, Robin made his hasty way to the Queen's chambers. Her screams had not ceased and the closer he got to his destination the more clearly he could make out her words.

When he had reached the corridor that led to the door to her chambers, her voice was clear as day whilst she screamed, "FIND HIM YOU IMBECILE!" her voice rang, she sounded as if she was choking on her own rage.

"I'm trying my best your majesty, but the forests do not hold much mirrors, I-" Robin could hear the voice that belonged to the mirror say. That man annoyed him to no end.

But who was the Queen looking for now? 'Him'? Who was 'him'?

"Find a way! I do not CARE if you have to look into every single filthy pond in this entire forest!" she spat at the mirror, Robin's steps had become somewhat slower and more cautious, the Queen's rage having him rethink his original plan.

"Yes my Queen! But I-"

"BEGONE!" she shouted so loud Robin jumped a little bit in surprise; he was now a few feet away from her door which was ajar.

The Queen huffed and Robin could hear her pacing across the room, her heels clicking and clicking and her skirts flowing with her every step.

"When I find him-" Robin was by the door at this point, listening attentively to what she was complaining about "- Oooh, when I find him!" Robin heard the sound of something being shattered inside the room, probably another glass victim of the Queen "I shall, tie him up upside down and castrate him with my own bare hands!"

Poor chap

More pacing, more huffing and Robin had to wonder who the Queen was after so ardently. Surely he would know of such a hated enemy by now, he thought her most vicious rage was stored for Snow White but apparently not. This man, whoever he was, was indeed misfortunate.

"How dare he?" she continued, the sound of a fist making contact with a hard wooden surface reached his ears, "How dare he run away from me?"

Oh crap

She actually made a roaring sound before whispering "Oooh, when I find him… I'll crush his heart right before his eyes!"

Shit

Fucking shit

She was talking about him. She thought he had run away. She wanted to castrate him.

I'm so fucked

Robin knew that the more time he took to reveal himself, the worst the blow would be and he refused to believe he was afraid of her – although, he was, very much so, she had magic and an army and those were quite fear infusive. So taking a deep breath he pushed the door open and the sight of the Queen almost made him shit his pants.

She was standing about 10 paces from the door; she was facing it – more specifically facing him - her back to the balcony, her stare could only be described as a death glare. Her eyes were impossibly dark, the dark paint in them smeared, giving him the impression that they were even bigger and much darker than they truly were. Her hair was up in one of her updos but she had clearly messed it up somehow for loose strands of black locks hung about her rage-filled face. She was wearing one of her usual tight black corseted tops and twisting the fabric of her long black skirt in both her hands.

For a few moments, the room was filled with dead silence, their gaze was locked and it felt as if neither of them was breathing.

"I was just talking about you." she said, her voice raspy and low, her eyes bore an evil glimmer that had never been sent his way by her, not even when he failed to kill the brat Snow White.

"You were?" Robin replied, trying to ease up the conversation, maybe calm her down so she would not skin him alive.

"Don't play coy with me outlaw." Her voice rose as she spoke again, "Do you have some sort of death wish?" She tilted her head to the side "Was that why you offered your heart to me and lingered?"

Robin did not respond, he did not know which way would be less harmful for him to respond so he opted for the silent option.

"ANSWER ME!" she roared, "Did you want me to kill you? Was that it?" She started walking up to him, "You wanted me to crush your heart so you could join your precious little wi-"

"DON'T," Robin instinctively screamed at the mere mention of his late wife, "Do not talk about my wife." Anger was now simmering on Robin's skin.

The Queen was slightly taken aback by his response but held her ground, she was now a few paces away from him, her fists still clenched on the fabric of her skirts, she whispered;

"Where the hell were you?" her eyes narrowed as she brought her head a bit closer to his, "Claude there-" she motioned to the left and Robin spotted for the first time a dead body lying on the ground. Indeed it was Claude, one of the man who stood guard of the Queen's chambers during the day "-was so kind to inform me that you left the castle right after leaving my chambers yesterday." Her tone was light which made it rather frightening, especially when she was talking about a dead body.

"I take it that you didn't take the news quite well." Robin tried, "I'm flattered you missed me all that-" he motioned to the body, "-much." Robin knew this was a dangerous path he was choosing, but if she was going to kill him he refused to go down groveling or beneath her.

Her upper lip curled in a snarl as she replied, "You are insufferable, I do not know why I have not killed you yet."

"Because I have actually brought back with me something of your interest." Robin threw in his last hopes in this statement.

It worked; the Queen looked puzzled and obviously interested.

"What do you speak of?" she finally invaded his personal space, the maniacal shine in her eyes was back.

"Follow me to the tower cell and you will find out, your majesty." Robin replied.

She did not want to be led anywhere, so the Queen stalked in front of him as they made their way to her high towered prisons.

Robin took this opportunity to gaze at her tightly corseted hips from behind and her arse which swayed from side to side with each of her irritated strikes. But her rage did not go well with the imagery in front of him, he was quite certain that the same way she could drive him insane with lust with her meaty thighs, she could also most probably strangle him with them.

He had changed, he had not been like this before, surely, the sins of the flesh had always been wonderful to revel in, he had always been an ardent lover, but this was something else entirely. The sensation he felt when he was with her was beyond words, but if there was one word to describe it, it was addictive, he could not stop wanting her, wanting that buzz between them that only grew stronger with time. So even now, as his life hung on her reaction to her new prisoner, he could not help but watch her ass swing. She drove him nuts. He longed to get her in all fours and...

"Well?" She snapped. Robin was drawn from his daytime fantasy by her poisonous tone. They were in front of the cell in which he had commanded the guard toss the young woman in. The Queen regarded him with an arched eyebrow.

He gave her a tight smirk, sometimes he had to wonder if he really wasn't afraid of her snapping his neck, before he passed her by and opened the door to the cell, he did not, however, give her the satisfaction of entering first and slipped inside the cell before her. He caught sight of the girl he had abducted, who was sitting on the bed, her head shot up as soon as he came in.

She quickly said, looking at him accusingly, "You!"

The Queen walked in, all her regal pompousness and arrogance on display, just as the girl had spoken. When her eyes registered the girl, a small smirk substituted the scold she had had on her lips.

"Well, well, what have we here?" she said.

"Your majesty!" The girl said seemingly relieved rising from the bed, "There has been an awful mistake; I have not done anything wrong. Why have I been brought here?"

"That's true." the Queen said, tapping her lips with her index finger, she seemed amused at the girl's distress, Robin couldn't have expected any different, "You have done something right and that's why you are here."

"I don't understand." she looked out of sorts.

"You see, you have done me a great favor." The Queen explained approaching the girl, "You have showed me that the dark one has a weakness." Her smile was malevolent and eager.

"No." The girl merely whispered, bringing her hand to rest upon her lips, face turned into a pool of incredulity.

The Queen let out a grave laugh, "Yes! You, silly girl!"

The girl gasped and Robin could see tears start to form inside her eyes, but the girl seemed resolute in not shedding them, she kept her head high.

"And now I'm going to keep you here under lock and key until the moment I can use you against him." The Queen continued in a malicious and excited tone.

"You tricked me!"

"I did no such thing!" the Queen pretended to be hurt by the girl's accusations placing a hand against her chest, "True love's kiss can break any curse. It's not my fault you fell in love with a coward who is too scared to let go of his powers." The Queen's voice was teasing the girl, "Or maybe he just doesn't love you all that much."

"So you're just going to keep me here forever?" The girl inquired in disbelief.

"Yes! I'm so glad you understand." The Queen said turning on her heel and heading towards the door, "Locksley." she said when she was already outside, Robin gave the girl one last look and followed the Queen outside locking the large wooden door of her cell when he was out.

The Queen had halted just outside the door and regarded him with a lifted eyebrow and an unreadable expression.

"Although this was not as pleasing as Snow's head on a platter, I must admit it was quite a useful capture." She said without a hint of emotion in her tone

"I think a thank you is in order your majesty," Robin said with a smirk

"Oh please, don't make me laugh!" She opened up a devious smile "Never, in a million years would I do such a thing."

"We will just see about that." He said, teasing her, he loved to do that, he loved to draw that very same reaction he was getting at this moment. Her eyes narrowed, the smile gone from her lips and she approached him taking two dangerous and certain steps in his direction.

"Why?" She said in a low whisper that would have had any other man shit his pants.

"Why what?" He met her words in a challenge.

"Why have you gone out of your way, all alone, into the woods to capture her?" she questioned him, her eyes narrow with suspicion, "I had not commanded to do anything of the sort."

"That's the thing, your majesty; I'm not really the 'commanded' sort." Robin replied not really answering her question, truth be told Robin was still not quite sure himself why he had done all this in the first place.

"Well you should start getting used to taking orders because that is what you will be doing for as long as I live and hold onto your heart." her eyes grew wide, her face nearing his even more.

"Then I guess I'll just have to kill you." he joked in a challenge nearing his face to hers, noses nearly bumping.

She laughed, and in doing so drew her head away "You couldn't even if you wanted to."

"What makes you think that I don't want to?" he said in a serious daring tone.

But he did not, he did not want to kill her.

Maybe fuck her until she passed out, yes.

But not kill her, not her-

"What do you want Locksley?" she snapped back at him, her approach had changed again; it was quite tiring for Robin to keep up with her multiple personalities. Irritation now - and Robin could sense a bit of frustration beneath the facade - pouring out of her every pore, "There must be a reason why you captured that girl for me. What is it that you want from me?"

"I want so many things from you, your majesty, but I find it that voicing them would not be the gentlemanly thing to do. It might hurt your ladylike disposition."

She huffed "You're not funny."

Robin caught his lower lip between his teeth. This woman was infuriating and yet he took great pleasure in pushing all her buttons, trying her to very end of her patience, irritating her to the fullest.

It made him feel alive. It made him feel something. It seemed as if, when she was near and felt strong emotions towards him he was able to feel them too. It was an exquisite and odd feeling.

Her anger fuelled him.

Her body vibrated with hate and anger for him and he could feel the sentiment hit him square in the chest.

He had apparently succeeded in liquidating the little that was left of her tolerance because in the event of his lack of response she closed the distance between them - not in the good way - one of her hands grabbed onto his throat and squeezed. Robin found it funny how she would always opt to harming him with her own hands instead of simply using her magic and not getting her hands dirty. She was always so close, and the proximity was like fireworks on his skin.

"I'm going to ask you one last time-," she said through clenched teeth, her eyes burning into his "What do you want?"

There was a pause and Robin thought with care as he finally gave voice to his wishes.

"I want that infuriating mouth of yours sucking my cock and then I want you to swallow every last bit of my seed." He said loud and clear and could hear something fall and shatter inside the cell.

I guess I did hurt somebody's ladylike disposition after all.

Her eyes grew wide. There was a deadly silence - that felt like a whole day to Robin - as he fished for her reaction but her face remained static.

She drew her hand swiftly away from his throat hissed, "Fine."

She was mad, staring daggers back at his eyes but the hand, which had just released his throat, was now on his belt along with the other one, undoing it. She pushed his trousers down freeing his member, he was already half hard, she pushed him so his back hit the door hard. Robin nearly stumbled on his own feet, his trousers limiting his movements, as he gawked at her with his mouth hanging slightly opened.

He was a little surprised by her choice of location, the top of the stairs that lead to a cell that was currently being occupied. Daring but enticing.

"Here?" he questioned, "You want to do this here?"

She smirked, "Why do you ask? You have a problem with that?"

"Well, there is somebody on the other side of the door for one."

"And what makes you think I don't want her to hear it?" she lifted both her eyebrows, "You were never considerate enough to ask me what I want, but you men are all like that." She took his member in her hand and started to stroke him ever so slowly, her grip was firm and heavenly zaps of cracking energy were being sent to his now very hard erection with every thump.

"I want to make you scream," her mouth was a breath away from his, she squeezed him harder drawing a moan from Robin, "And I want her to hear it. That's her punishment for not kissing that imp right."

Robin had to laugh, "And isn't being locked in a tower for the rest of her life enough punishment?"

She smirked at his comment and stroked him twisting the end of his cock; he hissed and she replied in an innocent tone, "I've told you people should start calling me the Evil Queen."

"For once I'm glad to be on the receiving end of your evil ways," Robin teased his mouth looming over hers, their breaths mingling, her hand steady on his erection.

"We will see about that," she whispered and caught his lower lip quickly in between her teeth and released, "Let's see what you are made of thief." She teased rising both her eyebrows. Her mouth nipped quickly at his throat and left a wet trail on his shirt, but not before she bit down quickly on his nipple through his shirt.

He hissed, that felt… Remarkably and surprisingly good.

When the Queen finally knelt in front of him, Robin could not help but feel like the King of the world. A sensation that was quickly stolen from him when her wet hot mouth came in contact with the tip of his cock in an open-mouthed kiss that lasted a little more than a second. She might have been the one on her knees but she most definitely had him on the palm of her hand, or, as it was more fitting for the situation, on the tip of her tongue.

She did not, however, use her mouth on his hard member as he had hoped she would but instead started placing suckling kisses on the insides of his thighs, making her way up. She reached his groin and there she lingered watching for his every response, Robin felt like exploding. She sucked hard at a particular spot that made Robin's head dizzy and, before he could think, had his hand reaching for her hair, grabbing a fist full and urging her onto him more.

He could feel her smirk on his skin and damn her, at this moment she could command him to fucking tap dance in a floor full of needles and he would, happily.

She continued to lick her way around his nether parts, driving him absolutely crazy, her hands held onto his hips steadying him. Her mouth was suddenly on the base of his cock, her tongue a mere light touch on the sensitive skin and again, she took him by surprise. Instead of going up, her mouth made its way downwards and she took one ball into her mouth and sucked humming in pleasure.

Robin threw his head back - banging it at the door with force in the process, but he didn't care - at the overwhelming sensation of that fucking Queen fucking sucking his fucking balls, was this even real? On very rare occasions a woman had ever-

Fuck, fuck!

One of her hands had come into the mix and wrapped around his cock. She stroked him lazily as she sucked down below, releasing on ball and capturing the other, her dainty fingers only touching lightly at the very tip, moistening them with his precum.

She released his ball with one pop of her mouth and chuckled at the strangled moan he freed. The Queen's hand left his erection so both her palms rested against the flesh of his hips whilst her tongue made it's torturously unhurried and light way from the base to the very tip of his cock.

He watched her fiercely, every contact her amazing mouth made with his heated flesh burned and soothed. Robin's mouth was releasing involuntary noises of absolute pleasure while the Queen started placing very light kisses along his length.

She looked thoroughly concentrated while pleasuring him but Robin could also sense she took great pleasure herself in doing what she was doing. She would give small hums, light moans of desire while tasting him, licking, and kissing all over his cock not a single inch of flesh was left untouched by her fervent mouth.

She then brought her attention to the tip, first nipping it very lightly making little zaps of electricity run through Robin's entire body. When she started to - FINALLY - suck his head Robin had to screw his eyes shut. He banged his head - again - against the wooden door when the tender suckling became more intense, the Queen having restrained herself to sucking only his head.

Fucking tease

A brutal and loud groan escaped his lips when she took his whole length inside her mouth, slowly and torturously as she did most of the things when it came to physical pleasure. Even though Robin's eyes were painfully closed, he was absolutely sure that that damned Queen was watching him like a hawk, reveling in the reactions she was drawing from him. She took him as much as she could muster and sucked with fervor once before releasing him altogether drawing a moan that was created out of ecstasy but that ended in frustration.

She hummed, "How are you copping outlaw?" drawing a long nail of her fingertip from dangerously close to his asshole, running it past his balls, up his length and placing a soft kiss on the tip, Robin hissed at the contact, his eyes now opened. "I can go softer if you can't handle everything I've got." she purred and rage mingled with uncontrollable lust simmered about his body but Robin was momentarily unable to respond.

She lifted one of those infuriatingly perfect eyebrows and started licking his length leisurely, taking her time and although her tongue could never feel anything but fantastic against his skin, he needed more. Plus he was most certainly not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking he could not 'handle' everything she could bring into the table.

Taking a deep breath he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her face roughly away from his sex, she looked up at him with an expression of lust, hunger and amusement. He pulled her hair and she hissed in delight digging her long nails on his sides and closing her eyes for a second a small smile tugging her lips. He pulled a second time and a small whimper escaped her parted lips, her hands traveled to knead his bare arse, her grip as fierce as his.

She liked it

The Regal, supernova Queen liked to have her fucking hair pulled.

This was too good to be true

Robin said in an audible tone, and although his voice was husky he was sure his words reached her ears as well as the ears of the meek young woman inside the cell, "Suck my fucking cock."

He looked her dead in the eye and she smirked, his grip did not loosen on her hair though, but instead he guided her head back to his length and the Queen FINALLY complied to his request.

She started to suck him with enthusiasm, she pumped him into her mouth in a steady and hot rhythm he started to meet with his own hips. Robin's groans mingled with her own moans as she began to suck him harder, pumping faster, hands glued to his backside and Robin was going to come apart at any second. Robin's fist met the wooden surface of the door behind him in a punch when she drew away for a second and softly bit the tip of his cock. It was only a moment for the next thing he could register her mouth enveloped his whole length once again and Robin saw stars.

"I'm gonna-" he tried but his orgasm prevented him from uttering any other word other than the loud scream of FUCK he gave when he emptied himself inside her mouth.

He had his eyes screwed shut and could feel her mouth leave his length. He quickly opened his eyes to feast upon the sight of the Queen swallowing his seed. She had her gaze locked in his the whole time and after swallowing, gave him a malicious little grin. Then the evil bitch took his whole member inside her mouth again, sucking it. Since he had just come his cock was much more sensitive. The suckling sensation on his flesh was almost unbearable and Robin released a small whimper at the pressure. She freed him from the wonderful confines of her wet mouth as Robin tried to catch his breath when he realized he still had a death grip on her hair.

Without thinking, he pulled her up by her hair to which the Queen complied. Once on her feet she drew her thumb to the corner of her mouth to catch a bit of his seed that had escaped her heavenly swallow. She took that thumb inside her mouth and consumed the last bit of cum he had produced looking at him with heated and intense eyes. She leaned into the hand on her scalp and hummed.

"You never cease to amaze me Locksley." he pulled her hair again and she hissed her eyes growing wide with desire.

"You haven't seen nothing yet." and with that he spun her around banging her back against the door with a thud.

He pulled her hair again and she tilted her head as he ravaged her neck. He could not believe when he felt his member growing stiff again, so quickly after having had his release. It was now Robin's turn to suck, nip and tease her, his mouth was quick to make its way to the swell of her breasts. The corseted top pushed them up in a devilish manner and Robin wanted nothing more than to suck them until they were both covered with the red marks of his desire.

Whilst feasting upon her breasts - or what his mouth could reach of her breasts - Robin kicked off his pants and undergarments that had been restraining his movements. His hand left her hair to travel down and start pressuring her sex through the thick layer of her skirt's fabric. The Queen's nails were drawing frenzied patterns about his back - which sent shivers all through his body - her head was tilted back, eyes closed, hips meeting the movements of his hand.

Her hands became impatient and she brought them to his arse bringing his sex to meet the dense coat of fabric of her skirt and moaned whilst she grinded herself against him. Robin moaned against the flesh of her breasts and drew away - his member thoroughly hard by now - and grabbed the hem of her dress lifting the cloth up so his hands could feast on those succulent thighs. His searching hands reached their ultimate destination and Robin had to crack open a grin as he felt her bare flesh against his palm. She apparently did not own a single set of undergarments.

"I for one, I had no idea royals did not bother to wear undergarments." He ran his fingers about her slick folds - fucking hell she was so wet - and fiddled with her clit drawing a small moan from her lips, "And you dare and call me savage?" He hissed whilst he twisted his thumb about her buddle making her twitch herself onto his hand, their mouths a breath away, she looked enraged and aroused.

Perfect

"You have no idea of what I'm capable of." She growled, eyes squinted, she bucked her hips towards his hand again and completed, "Now I want you to fuck me so hard that the prisoners in the dungeons will hear my screams and the girl on the other side of that door will be marred for life." Her mouth hovered about his and Robin felt the red color invade his reality once more due to the amount of desire he felt. That woman was driving him up a wall with wanton and her words... They never disappointed.

"Careful what you wish for your majesty." he said quickly and lifted her skirts fully and in no time buried his stiff cock inside her cunt. She gave a strangled yelp at the haste and force of his actions but quickly grabbed his shoulders banging her head against the door.

He started to move inside her bringing both his hands to the back of her thighs and lifting her weight from the floor, pinning her against the door with force. Both her legs instantly wrapped around his middle as he continued to thrust inside her. Each pounding movement resulting in a harsh bang on the door he was trapping her against, with each push it became louder and tougher.

For all the fucks in the world, Robin had never had a woman like this - in this position, yes, several times actually - but he had never felt such overwhelming desire for a woman before.

The expectation of fucking or taking someone new had always brought a unique feeling in Robin, but that would subside as he got used to the woman in question. However, that was most definitely not the case with this one. It seemed that the more he took her the more he wanted her, his hunger for her was insatiable. The buzz between them burned and burned, and even hurt at times but Robin did not care. This woman, pinned against the fucking door moaning whilst the fucked her, was the peak of ecstasy.

He moved faster and the Queen started moaning louder and louder making good in her promise to let the whole castle aware of their activities. Robin groaned, bringing his head to her neck huffing his uneven breaths on her skin, unable to manage to do anything else but thrust rapidly and with vigor. Her grip on his shoulders grew even fiercer as he felt her walls clutch is cock and she released another one of those musical screams of pleasure, Robin quickly followed her, coming again with a FUCK uttered against her flesh.

Robin kept his firm grip on her meaty arse while they both tried to catch their breaths. He still had himself buried inside her and found that he was always quite reluctant to pull from her, knowing that the electric connection would be broken and he would go back to feeling numb again. He had his forehead resting on her shoulder when she gave a small cough and he looked up.

She was looking at him with the most quizzical look upon her face, no longer angry, no longer horny, just plain confused. Her voice came out croaky because of all that screaming she had performed

"Don't ever do that again"

"Do what?' he asked, his voice a little croaky as well.

"Disappear." she said simply in a breath.

Her words hit him like an arrow in his nonexistent heart and he replied instinctively without even thinking about the weight of his words.

"I wouldn't dream of it."