Won't Someone Save Me From Me?
A/N: I've decided to split this story into two arcs. Without spoiling too much, the first arc will be focused on Emma's cycle whereas the second one will be focused on Regina's cycle. Each part will be ten chapters each.
"Emma," Regina warns, but against what, she quickly forgets as slim hips begin to rock into her hard on. It's pulsating and hot, the fabric between them doing little to hide it, and Emma wastes no seconds skimming her covered nether lips over the entirety of it's length.
Fuck. Regina seems big, and Emma wishes things were a bit different, but she's not going to push Regina in this matter because the alpha seems to think she'd be taking advantage of Emma if she did so. Which is not true. Not true at all. But until Emma proved that fact, she would relish all she could have.
Regina's hands find their way up to grinding hips and shivers roll down her spine, as a low moan escapes her throat. Finally. Finally she can get some relief, is a thought that runs through both of their heads in unison and they begin to speed up their motions, instincts taking over.
Emma barely stops to ponder and think on why Regina has a dick. How that is even a vital part of the curse, when the hardness under her feels so right, yet not enough, muffled under layers of clothing. Her clit is throbbing and she's so wet she's soaked through her pjs and panties but she's able to work a good friction thankfully, hands on Regina's stomach for leverage, the brunette's stomach tensing with effort as she ruts her hips, hands helping Emma ride. And it is barely a full minute before Emma's cumming with a giant moan of relief, her body shuddering with the force of it like a leaf in the wind. At last.
After all this time.
After all this suffering.
While Regina's pheromones had calmed her a bit, and the kissing soothed her greedy soul, this was better. Because her aching body was as close to what it needed as Regina would allow it.
Emma doesn't stop, just keeps going, her orgasms coming to her quickly and succinctly, in a haze that leaves her mind blank and head thrown back as she gasps her way to heaven. The hard edges of Regina's new appendage hit just right and with just enough force to keep her satisfied for now. The pleasure washed away the pain, and she relishes it, in finally finding some relief from the torment her body is putting her through.
Her eyes have slipped closed without her knowing and when she opens them, slowing down her hips a little to catch her breath and calm her rapidly beating heart after her tenth orgasm, she finds Regina with one hand gripping the pillow under her head as her head is turned the other way, contorted in effort, the vein in her forehead standing out with effort. It's like she's trying really hard not to come. Emma doesn't wonder why; she just wants to see it happen. She leans down, letting her hips resume their frenzied grind as she leans in and peppers the side of Regina's face with kisses.
This gets the alpha to turn her head, so that Emma can capture her lips with her own, roughly raking her hands through her hair, nails scrapping down her scalp. The kiss is messy and wet and Emma even kisses under Regina's jaw, nipping with canines that have Regina whimpering and bucking up her hips wildly, almost enough to let go of the edge but quite enough. This time Emma grinds down hard in effort not to get herself off but Regina. Regina's own hips falter and her breathing turns heavy, labored, and both hands resume their tight possessive grip on Emma's hips. Emma's own hips can barely keep up with Regina's because the woman is now too erratic to predict, spurred on by Emma ghosting sharp teeth over a particularly sensitive spot behind Regina's ear, and then she's cumming, stilling with a loud groan. Emma can feel warmth blossom beneath her underwear. She can feel Regina's cock pounding as she releases into the confines of her trousers. Her arms fall limp to the bed spread and her face relaxes as she draws in deep breaths, back arching with pleasure. Emma can feel the heat of it all under her clit, soaking Regina's pants even more than Emma's own releases have stained them.
And as Regina's neck strains upwards, tendons showing with how hard she cums, Emma zeroes in on the smooth skin there, glistening a bit from effort. Emma wants her mouth on Regina, wants to taste her sweat against her tongue, so she trails her lips down, nibbles at that strong jaw line, licks a line on her tendon and then, following an unexplained need inside herself, bites down over Regina's pulse point, hard enough that it draws blood and Regina swears loudly, hips jerking up wildly as she cums again at the unexpected action.
Biting is sacred and Emma has just done something that cannot be come back from. She has inadvertently claimed Regina as hers. Regina trembles with the possessive action and tries to speak through the haze of pleasure around, while Emma is still gripping her flesh between her teeth. "Emma," she moans out, embarrassed by how quickly she came and slightly terrified by what Emma has just done.
They need to talk about this and now, even as the claim to bite back fills Regina.
"Emma," she tries again, throat feeling dry.
This time Emma listens and lets go of the sore flesh with a pop of her lips. Her eyes look clearer than they have before. Some of her sensibilities have returned to her. "Emma, you shouldn't have bit me," she says, voice uneven from all their past activities.
"I can't give you a hickey?" she asks a touch petulantly, sliding off. Her body is a bit more at peace now, and she wants to take this chance to sleep. Maybe she can just sleep right through the rest of her heat? If only she would be so lucky.
"No, it's not a hickey. It's called a mating bite. And it's serious," Regina says gravelly. But Emma is barely listening, pulling the covers up around her and snuggling into the pillow. Regina lets out a frustrated sigh but decides not to press Emma on this now. The woman is going through enough as it is; she does not need Regina bothering her when she could use the rest.
"Stay with me until I fall asleep," Emma asks and Regina complies, connecting their hands over the sheets, as Emma smiles, closes her eyes, and eventually drifts off.
Regina stays a while longer, just glancing over Emma's serene features, before she can no longer stand the discomfort in her pants, and goes to wash up.
She has some time before Henry comes back from school, so she spends that time making a sleeping potion. She figures since this is Emma's second day of her heat, and since heats only last about three to four, then she can make Emma a sleeping potion that will render her unconscious for the remainder of the days.
Sleeping potions are basic and it doesn't take long for Regina to make one. However, she does have to leave the mansion for it, and she gives a cursory glance outside the window so that she can check up on the status of the alphas outside there. There's more there than last time and it makes her uneasy to leave the house but all her supplies are at her Vault.
She knows there is a field around the house and that logically none can get in, but there's a part of her, an irrational part, that is worried harm will come to Emma. She shakes her head. She is annoyed at her own self for being this weak and vulnerable to the baser alpha in her. She was supposed to be good at holding back. At resisting this. But she had failed twice. Engaging with sexual acts with Emma while she was in her heat even though she had said she wouldn't. It was simply that Emma was too tempting. And Regina's Alpha was linked to Emma's Omega in a way she had never felt before for anyone. Even Daniel.
And it was frustrating and confusing for her. Especially since Emma had confessed. She felt for Regina the way Regina felt for her. But had that only been a product of the heat as well? Emma had admitted she would never have admitted otherwise.
This was frustrating.
And Regina knew she had to focus on reverting this curse. But first, she had to take care of Emma.
So, she forced herself to poof away to her Vault where she spent an hour brewing Emma a sleeping potion. She filled it in a small vial that fit properly in her hand and then poofed back into Emma's room. Except Emma wasn't there.
Regina immediately felt her heart leap up into her throat. Where had Emma gone?
With her sharpened senses she was able to use her nose to track down Emma instead of having to use magic. And where she found the blonde, made her extremely angry.
Emma was standing on the door step, looking over at the Alphas pressing in at the golden barrier. She spun around before Regina could so much as bark at her for leaving her room and getting so close to danger. A smile cracked her lips and then she was grabbing Regina by the shoulders and kissing her hard, making the brunette's back collide into the wall.
The vial slipped from Regina's hand and smashed on the floor but Regina was far from caring about it right now. All she could think of was Emma. Emma everywhere.
"Why did you leave?" she snapped out between heated kisses. Kisses that bruised, and hands that sunk into her clothing, trying to rip them off but failing to do so. Emma was pressed tightly on top of her, grinding her hips onto Regina's, like she was trying to climb her.
"I was looking for you," was the whimper as Regina's hands grabbed Emma's ass and hefted her up, slender legs wrapping around her waist. Emma had awoken from her nap, feeling more horny and lonely than before. She had run on autopilot, wanting to find her mate.
She didn't ponder to think why she called Regina her mate. She just wanted her back. But when she had gone out the door and seen all those alphas out there, alphas that weren't hers, she had blanched and felt abandonment crawl up her spine and nest in her brain. Why had her alpha left her? Did she not love her? The fact that they had confessed hours before was lost on her as she whimpered softly in distress.
And then Regina was striding towards her in big angry strides. The choler was radiating off of Regina like steam from a mug of hot tea, but all Emma could be was happy as she finally found that which she desired. And she had lept on top of her, claiming her mate with her lips and hands.
"Too dangerous," Regina breathed back, words becoming too hard to pronounce as she carried Emma over to the nearest flat surface. They ended up on the couch, Emma sitting on it and Regina straddling her, kissing her hard, hands boxing Emma in against the plush fabric. Regina never let anyone sit on this couch, and she was going to be so pissed when she came to later and found it stained beyond saving. Even with magic.
"It hurts again," Emma hissed out as the cramps started up again, even more vicious than before. But even with Regina touching her, it made her feel a bit better. More of Regina's touch would do more good, she just knew it would. "And no coping out this time," she warned, commanded, and something flashed in Regina's eyes.
There was a facet of this order that Regina could not deny. She could not resist her omega's demand, which was an oddity. Alphas were supposed to have all the power, and omegas take their orders, so then why was Regina taking Emma's orders? Why was she so happy to comply? But that concern was washed away as she slowly slid off of Emma's lap and with a snap of her fingers, had her pants and panties magically removed.
Emma automatically spread her legs, even as Regina pushed them apart with demanding hands on thighs. Her mouth was watering with anticipation of tasting Emma for the first time. She was so wet and so ready and without another moment's pause, Regina brought her lips down.
Emma's head snapped back at the first press of those lips against her hot core. She nearly sobbed with joy.
Direct contact. After what felt like centuries of suffering and waiting. Pleasure raced up and down her body with each teasing tongue flick, each push of a finger inside her. Her hips ground down hard on Regina's face, leaving a mess, but Emma couldn't care. She wanted to be as close as she could get to Regina. Strong hands delved into brown locks and held tight as her first orgasm arrived, then the next, and then one after another they kept coming. Like a dam had been opened, for certainly she was gushing wetness like one. Her thighs were coated in it, so was the couch, along with Regina's face and shirt where it had all dripped down.
Regina herself wished she could release. She was so hard down there it hurt, the mere movement of the fabric of her pants on her making her want to scream. But she didn't do anything about it, because this was about helping Emma. And not herself. So she threw herself into pushing Emma to the limit, on hoping she could fuck the heat out this way, although she was aware she couldn't not by a long shot because heats could only be satisfied by one thing.
Regina pushed three fingers in, keeping up a steady pace with her tongue motions. Emma came again unsurprisingly.
And still, the orgasms kept coming. Emma writhed on the couch, lost to her own mind and body, throat raw with her moans and screams until Regina blissfully and sadly, pulled back.
She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, lips red and swollen from working hard to please Emma. And then she rubbed a crick in her neck, letting out a small groan. She had lost count of the orgasms Emma had had, but given how sore she felt, it had certainly been a while that they'd been doing this.
Emma's eyes are hazy and she's panting hard, hair damp. But she looks to be in less pain. More in control of herself. And Regina feels that way too, sated to have tasted Emma and how sweet she was. Regina would surely taste her on her tongue buds for months to come and she didn't mind in the least.
"Water. Let me get you water," Regina says, because Emma probably has food and water as the last thing on her heat burned mind and Regina won't have her collapsing on her.
Regina gets up with a small pop from her knees, returning Emma's underwear and pants magically, and the blonde immediately jumps up with her, though her legs are a bit unsteady post coital bliss. "Let me come with you," she says, a touch of neediness in her eyes. No doubt she feels the need to be in close proximity to Regina and it pleases her immensely to know that Emma is this clingy because it means she has chosen Regina as her alpha. Which brings up another point.
The bite from earlier.
"We need to talk," she says sternly and Emma's eyes darken a bit, unhappy. They get to the kitchen, Regina walking carefully and slowly so her erection doesn't cause her too much pain. Regardless, she winces with each step.
"I could help with that," Emma offers, noticing the not at all subtle bulge. Her mouth waters at being able to sample it. "It'd only be fair."
It takes a lot of effort to say no."It's alright. This is about combating your heat. Don't worry over me," Regina grits out until finally she makes it to the kitchen and sits down awkwardly on the stool, one leg off, the other on, in an effort to avoid aggravating her crotch.
With a wave of her hand, two glasses fly off and fill themselves in the sink, placing themselves on the counter. Regina sat on the other side so as to give herself some space from Emma, who takes the glass and gulps it down greedily. She sets the empty glass down, feeling better. Her body has been tempered for now, but she knows not for long. She can feel it, building on the horizon already. She won't last long. She hopes whatever Regina has to say can wait, because Emma wouldn't mind having her between her legs again.
She still can't believe she had the former queen down on her knees for her, and it's a heady feeling. And who knew the woman's sharp tongue could be so soft? And while that was amazing, Emma knows she'd like to try out what else Regina has to offer. If only the woman would let her. Emma doesn't recognize the ravenous creature she has become. It's all the stupid heat's fault.
"Emma, we need to talk about something serious," Regina says, pulling down the collar of her ruined shirt. One that Emma had ruined. She revealed teeth marks, Emma's teeth marks, and Emma didn't see what was wrong with that. She had made them, and she was proud to see they were still there.
"This, is called a mating bite. And it's something serious in our world. Couples who want to be together forever do it to each other. It lets the whole world know they are taken. And you just claimed me. You marked me as yours. Doing something like this can have serious consequences." Regina's voice was stern, and what Emma gathered from this information was that she had fucked up. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and Regina didn't want to be mated to her.
The idea of being forever Regina's sounded wonderful to Emma. But it was clear that since Regina hadn't returned the bite, she didn't feel that way.
"So you don't want me," she said flatly, her earlier elation erased. Emotions hit her hard as a result of her heat making her emotionally unstable.
Regina's eyes widened. That was not at all where she had intended to head. "Emma-"
"No, it's quite alright. I understand. I've only been forcing my feelings on you and you've been putting up with them because you're a great friend." Emma got up and retreated to her room, acting unusually childish about this whole thing. her throat was tight with tears.
"Emma, wait!" Regina reached out a hand but Emma was gone. Upstairs and slamming the door. Regina cursed under her breath. She teleported herself into Emma's room, wincing as it caused her erection to brush uncomfortably and she swallowed down a gasp of pain and pleasure. She rightened herself up to meet Emma's angry eyes, her arms crossed stubbornly over her chest.
"Emma, don't act foolish."
"I'm not," was the spat answer.
"Yes, you are."
Emma glowered. "You don't want me."
"I do. I really do," Regina gestured at the front of her pants. This was a very visible sign of her ardor.
"Then bite me back."
"Emma-"
To her that was confirmation of the fact. "You don't want me." Emma frowned, huffed, and turned around. Regina approached her with stiff steps. Being in the middle of an argument should make her less horny but it did not. She was going to have to take care of it, if she wanted to last much longer around Emma without throwing her to the bed.
"That's not it. I do want you," Regina insisted, sincerely looking into Emma's eyes as she turned her around to face her and held her hands gently. "But what if you don't want me?" This was said quietly and with uncertainty.
"What do you mean?" How could Emma ever not want Regina?
"What if the heat passes and you realize you don't want to be claimed by me? Getting out of mating claims is hard, and if you rush into it, you will regret it for years. It won't allow you to sleep with anyone else, as you'll come over as disgusting to them."
Emma almost chuckled here if not for the downtrodden expression on the brunette's face. "Regina, there is no one else for me. There never has been in this town. And now with the curse, it's become so much clearer to me, as dumb as it sounds. That's why I don't mind being claimed by you. It won't bother me. What I should be worried about is if it bothers you." Emma squeezed Regina's hands, hoping to assure her.
"It doesn't bother me anymore, because you're aware of it and what it means now. And you don't regret it." The last part didn't sound certain. Like she was asking Emma a question.
"I don't regret it," Emma said, letting go of Regina's hands to cup her face and kiss her lightly on her lips. "But I do regret not taking care of you." At this her hands slowly slid down to Regina's crotch and grabbed her there possessively. The woman let out a groan and leaned her head into Emma's shoulder.
"Emma," she begged, her resolve breaking. It hurt too much to not want to be able to take care of it.
"Don't worry, I've got you," Emma soothed and her insides twisted at the idea of having that inside her. But not yet. No, the time would come and she knew it, but she had to wait a bit longer. The both of them had to agree to it. For now, she knew what else she could do.
With trembling fingers of excitement, she unzipped Regina's pants.