Won't Someone Save Me from Me?
Regina's cock springs free like it was just waiting to do this, like it could wait no longer.
Emma's been wondering what the magical cock Regina has sprouted would look like, but she only felt it in the confines of the woman's trousers before. Her analysis of it there was not wrong. It was big and thick, and the tip was red and angry looking from restraint and dissatisfaction, wet with pre-cum. And as Emma palms the length, it's throbbing and scalding hot. Regina groans out at the welcome touch, burying her face deeper into the crook of Emma's neck as her hands claim hips, pushing Emma back until she's against the wall. More stable, Emma is able to take the weight of Regina as the brunette circles her hips, her erection bobbing in the cold air, begging Emma to do something. Emma's own sex is throbbing in need again, excited and wet and ready. But she is able to ignore it for once, focused instead on the task at hand.
"You're so big," Emma finds herself murmuring as her hand begins to stroke up and down at a languid pace, Regina rutting without control into the circle of Emma's fist each time it leaves to the tip and threatens to leave.
Lubricant is slipping free without control and Emma can't help but wonder how this length would feel inside her. Would it be too big? Or would it be just right, hitting every corner? Her hand glides more easily now and Regina's making high pitched gasps into Emma's skin, sending shivers down her back. She's close already though Emma can tell Regina was trying to hold back somewhat.
All it takes is another two strong strokes and Regina spills forth, nails digging hard as she moans low. Cum splatters all over Emma's shirt, hand, arm, and even drips down to her pants. There is so much of it. Is there supposed to be so much? Emma's eyes are wide in wonder and something inside her stirs with want. And as she keeps jerking, more keeps coming forth, little spurts that have Regina's hips twitching in delight. Emma just keeps her hand going until she's pulled everything loose that she can and even when she finishes, Regina is not completely soft. But she's pulling away already, tucking herself back in with a sigh of relief and with an almost embarrassed glint to her eyes.
"Uh, thank you," she says in a low husky voice, not quite meeting Emma's eye. "You should clean up. Henry's going to be home soon."
She swivels on her heels and leaves and Emma can't help but stare at her retreating back. That had been a bit cold given all that they've done already. And all the more that Emma wants to do. She's horny again and she sucks in her bottom lip as she realizes it's not going to be taken care of because Henry's going to come home soon and she definitely does not want her son to catch her doing illicit things with his other mother.
So she's going to have to ride it out until Henry goes to bed. Already she can't wait for Regina to push her into the mattress and have her way with her. Emma shivers as her eyes fall closed. Fuck, she doesn't think she might even make it until Henry's bed time. It's not fair. Why the hell did she have to fall right into a heat as soon as the curse landed? She's counting down the days until it's gone like one counts down to Christmas.
She goes to the bathroom and decides she might as well take a shower and change her pjs. Regina's seen to effectively ruining them for her. And then, she's going to stay upstairs so that Henry won't have to see her like this.
She scrubs long and hard, hoping that if she rubs strongly enough to the point that it will hurt, that it will drive the arousal away. Sadly, it does not work, but she expected it wouldn't. When she comes out, skin shivering from the cold shower, she can hear Regina and Henry milling about downstairs, going on with normal life. She listens to their voices, a soft murmur with some choice words she can make out. It fills her with warmth to hear them happy when not so long ago Henry barely even spoke to Regina, treating her like a criminal. Not that Regina hadn't been one at some point, but semantics.
It's this, her love for her son, and her affection for Regina that stop her arousal from growing too overwhelming as she lays in bed on sheets that smell of Regina and Emma's past sexual foray. Time eventually inches forward and the shower runs as Henry gets in and prepares for bed. Regina's heavier steps accompany his and they make Emma's insides clench in anticipation. She ridiculously misses Regina, like she hasn't seen her in years. But she holds herself back inside the room, because she doesn't want to cause a scene in front of Henry.
By the time Regina tucks Henry into bed, his bedroom at the end of the hall, Emma's sitting up in bed, leg bouncing in anticipation and panties already soaked. Each step the brunette woman takes closer makes Emma's leg bounce harder and her nostrils flare as the scent of the alpha draws closer and closer. The door knob rattles and spins open and it's all Emma can do to spring up from the bed and make no move further even as her body screams at her to put her mouth on Regina, to taste the salt of her skin, to swallow the moans that come from her mouth. Instead she waits, eager to know what her Alpha will order her to do.
And it's her Alpha now, even if Regina is still reluctant to agree to that fact. Emma just knows there is something about them that means they are made for each other.
Regina locks the door behind herself, and casts a silencing spell so that they won't wake up Henry. "Sit on the bed, spread your legs," she instructs and Emma eagerly does so, needing whatever relief and comfort Regina can give her. Her thighs are sticky and trembling with excitement as Regina approaches her slowly, cautiously, as if trying to hold back her own hunger, before she gets to her knees, warm hands on Emma's knee caps.
She spreads her thighs even further before wordlessly moving to press her lips against Emma's soaked slit, tongue having it's wicked way with Emma once more.
And while Regina pleasures Emma on her knees, outside in the town, the image of Storybrooke flickers, like a projector slide. Something overlays it, another image of another town. But this one with houses of thatched roof, stone structures with spires and cold windows. It's there for merely a second or two before it disappears into the night as swiftly as it came.
Magic ripples around but barely strong enough to garner either Regina's or Emma's attention, for they are focused on another magic entirely.
Emma goes to bed sated on the second day of her heat. But she most certainly does not wake up this way. She wakes up in the middle of the night screaming in sudden pain as her insides literally tear and stab at her, leaving her gasping for breath. Sweat covers her face and her palms dig into her stomach as if that will help. Regina and Henry both burst in, looking disoriented. He in his pj's and with messy hair, and Regina still in her work day clothes, with bags under her eyes and reading strain on her face. She must have been doing research at this late hour.
"Ma, what's wrong?" Henry asks but all she can do is let out a sob as he nears her, like one does to a wounded animal.
Regina knows right away. "Henry, leave. I'll take care of your mother. I know what's wrong and only I can fix it." The smell coming off of Emma. It's powerful, though to Henry it must smell sickening for his nose wrinkles up.
"She smells sick."
"I promise she'll be fine." Regina assures hastily, shooing him gently out of the room as Emma rolls on the bed, the pain loosening a bit so that she can form words.
She only speaks through gritted teeth when Henry leaves. "Regina, I swear to God, you better give me what I damn well need. No getting out of this. Not now. Not when I've orgasmed a million times but my vagina still feels like it's going to rot and fall out my body."
Regina swallowed deeply. "I never wanted it to happen this way, Emma. I-"
"Less talking, more fucking," Emma grunts out, eyes dark with need. She groans and rolls onto her back and Regina decides, this is it. It's time. She can't deny Emma anymore. They can deal with the repercussions of it later. Right now, all that she knows is Emma is letting out pheromones. Pheromones that literally scream for Regina to take her, that she wants to be taken. Regina has denied her Alpha side for so long; she can deny it no longer without hurting herself too.
Regina finally nods her head shortly, dark eyes burdened. Emma mutters out a sound of relief and Regina flicks the door shut with magic and casts a silencing spell on the room, before she smoothens out the non-existent wrinkles of her white pressed shirt and black slacks as a method of stalling the inevitable. She clears her throat and then gathering herself, slips her heels off and crawls onto the bed.
Emma is buzzing with anticipation and she spreads her legs, wordlessly informing Regina she is ready to be taken. Regina already knows how ready Emma is given her scent alone. She's dripping wet, no doubt, and Regina's cock throbs at the idea of it. This is actually going to happen. Never would have Regina dared to think this could. But the curse had brought a lot of things with it, and had sped up the inevitable.
What to do next? Regina lets instincts guide her and after so many months of dreaming of having Emma on her back like this, it's happening. But if they had ever had sex, this wasn't how Regina would have wanted it to go. She envisioned more romance and less hurry and pain.
With uncertain hands, for she knows this is crossing so many boundaries of their tentative friendship, Regina rolls down Emma's pants, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. Emma only looks impatient and so Regina hurries, divulging Emma of her underwear and revealing glistening lips, swollen with want. She's so pretty, looking like a flower all in bloom.
Regina has to steel her jaw as her cock jumps in her slacks, tip streaming lubrication in premature excitement.
Does she kiss Emma before they start? Fondle her breasts? No, those things might cross more lines, lines that can not be redrawn. Kissing would be too intimate during this (oh the irony in that statement, but kissing implied caring and attraction and this was just something clinical to help Emma out, and nothing more, right? Then why did it feel like so much more?)
Damn. Regina feels so conflicted. She never had much issue seducing those in her bed before. Why was Emma different? Why did the blonde make her feel shy, and tentative? Like an uncertain teenaged boy? She knows they've talked feelings but until Emma's heat is truly over she can't trust them a hundred percent and it leaves her uncertain, because she knows her feelings for Emma are real, and have been real for so long. And she does not want to ruin what they have between them, only for her own selfish emotions.
"Hurry up, I'm about to die here," Emma grumbles out, jerking up her hips enticingly. Biting her bottom lip, Regina finally decides to take the final plunge.
As Regina sinks two fingers into Emma, she can't help but wish it was her cock instead that was buried deep. Soon, she decided, as soon as she could ease the both of them into this. However, Emma's too far gone to feel mortified by this.
Sucking in a breath Regina tries to compose herself and focuses on thrusting in and out. Emma's walls are slippery and hot and Emma moans happily at the relief. For some inexplicable reason her body is more sated by Regina's light touches than it could ever be by Emma's own rough fingering. Her first orgasm is quick and powerful, unsuspected almost, and she comes all over Regina's hand but they both know it's not enough and Regina continues moving her fingers in all the right ways. Both of them are beginning to fall under the spell of their combined pheromones leaking out into the air, cloaking them both and turning their minds to slush. Somehow along the way, Emma's lost her shirt and her own hands are clawing at Regina's unsuccessfully as Regina feebly tries to keep this moment between them as clinical as possible. Feebly tries, being the key word.
Despite confessing their feelings, she wants them to be more than just a resultant of the curse. She wants this sex to be more than just because of the curse.
Regina is ashamed to be losing herself but she can't seem to find the will to fight it, not when all she's ever wanted from life is moaning under her in happy pleasure. Emma comes twice, thrice and even a fourth time all on Regina's fingers alone but it's not enough. Not enough to sate her heat. She needs to be knotted and Regina knows how risky that is, but her Alpha side knows Emma won't be sated and that she needs to be knotted for the pain, the longing, to truly go away. And to keep her safe from other Alphas in town.
Regina is torn on the inside but she continues her hand motions, wrist becoming sore, sliding in a third and then fourth finger into Emma's stretched walls.
So focused on Emma is Regina that she doesn't notice the hand sneaking into her pants in search of reciprocation until it's too late. Regina grunts as her mind blanks a little on those strong fingers on her, tugging her free from her pants. She's throbbing down there, thick with cum she wants to spurt into Emma with free abandon. She wants to claim her intimately as hers, wants it to be irreversibly true.
Emma is tugging longingly on Regina's extra member and bringing her that much closer to coming. Her fingers stutter to a stop inside Emma and she has to pull them out so she can hold herself up over Emma without falling onto her as pleasure makes her body shiver and tremble weakly.
"Fuck," Regina hisses out, eyes fluttering closed from where she hovers over Emma, hands shaking.
"Exactly, fuck," Emma whispers and lines Regina up to her slit.
The pulse is beating hard in Regina's body, a combination of panic and desire. This is the last chance to turn back. "Emma, we shouldn't go this far-"
"I need to," Emma breathes out as she realizes that nothing will be enough not unless she has an Alpha inside her, claiming her as their own. She cannot deny the urge any longer and the part of her, not claimed by the curse, wants this too. True, maybe things have jumped several steps from friends to lovers but they'll figure it out later. They've always been good with dealing any situation they've been thrown into as long as its together.
"And you know I do, too. I trust you to take care of me during this whole mess. Don't let me down, Regina." Emma cups the brunette's cheeks in her hands and stares deeply into her eyes in a loving manner.
Emma trusts her. Regina just hopes that trust won't be broken after all this. She hesitates. Emma doesn't have the patience for Regina's inability to take action.
"Are you an Alpha or not?" she squeezes Regina's cheeks in challenge, trying to insult her into activity.
"I am," Regina insists.
"Then fucking start acting like one, or I can just go and let Ruby or Hook take me." She never would let them but it had the desired effect on Regina, riling up her basic Alpha.
"You're mine," she snarled out acquisitively from deep inside her and took a deep breath and pushed in, in one stroke. The both of them moan out breathy sounds, Emma stretching and squeezing around Regina like she can't get enough of this new shape inside her.
Finally. After so long.
Emma thinks she'll nearly sob with relief.
They take a moment to adjust, for Regina to recover from how she almost got lost in the wet hotness that is all hers to take. She experimentally rocks them forward a bit and they groan in unison at the sensation, all so new and foreign and yet perfectly right and commonplace, like they've been doing this forever.
Emma needs more, needs Regina to get a move on before she combusts with want. She shifts around Regina's dick, so hot and stiff inside her, and just the right size. Her legs wrap around the small of the mayor's back and pull her in closer. "Hurry," she begs and finally, finally, Regina begins to move.
She's slow at first, having to pull in and out in languid strokes so that she doesn't spill herself too quickly into Emma. She thinks of spiders and dirty dishes and work left uncompleted in order to bring her down. It works for a little bit and she pushes into Emma more forcefully, seeing how deep she can go, what spots Emma likes the most. She makes sure to hit those especially and is rewarded with happy moans from Emma who stabs her finger nails into Regina's clothed shoulders to spur her on.
They kiss, or try to, lips messy and more teeth than tongue as the bed rocks with their motions and wet slapping noises fill the air.
Emma wants her mouth on Regina's neck, wants to bite down in joy at being finally claimed. She knows now it is a mating bite and that Regina has yet to return it, but she doesn't care. She wants the world to know she chooses Regina. She nuzzles into her neck before she opens her lips and bites down hard enough to taste blood.
Regina trembles with the unexpected possessive action and with a harsh gasp cums so hard inside Emma that Emma can feel the force of it inside her, like fire works exploding, pushing her into her own orgasm that had snuck up on her. She clenches around Regina hard, inner walls rippling with pleasure at each spurt inside her. Her inner omega is pleased, purring and keening in pleasure.
Regina pants and pants, spending inside Emma quickly as her body collapses on top of Emma's, the blonde still gripping her flesh between her teeth. "Emma," she moans out, embarrassed by how quickly she came. But Emma isn't done. She wants more. She need more. She lets out a frustrated sigh. Having Regina cum inside her was good but something's still missing and Emma can't figure out what. So, she needs more. She knows if she keeps going than that something missing might reappear. She rocks her hips back into Regina's and the woman is hard again, throbbing with need to pour herself out into Emma once more.
The conversation can wait. Regina's Alpha wants to satisfy her omega. Wants to fulfill her entirely. This time, their actions are more harsh, a burning intensity that Emma likes. While she appreciates Regina being soft with her, she needs to feel scratches and aching muscles and being pushed into obedience. Regina's actions are now aggressive and desperate to reach the end goal as her alpha senses cloud her mind and demand to fill what is hers over and over again. Regina thrusts into Emma with renewed vigor and Emma moans and squirms at the welcome burn between her legs, at the way Regina is deliciously rough and callous with her. Her eyes flutter closed and she throws her head back, leaving her neck open to Regina's wet kisses. They're both losing themselves, spiraling deeper and deeper into lust and something more, a Pandora's box being opened by Emma claiming Regina.
Animal instincts take over and Regina feels anger fill her veins. How dare an omega claim her? She is the Alpha queen. She will be claimed by no one! She is the one who claims first! She pulls out so that she can spin Emma around, the blonde not expecting this, and Emma suddenly finds herself on her hands and knees with Regina gripping her hips with one hand so hard she leaves bruises and her other hand pulling on Emma's long locks as she resumes their pace.
Their pace only speeds up from here and Emma doesn't stop to ponder their sudden dynamic. She just knows that Regina is an Alpha and this is how it should be. Regina could feel herself cresting again and she could see Emma's oncoming orgasm like an arriving train, the blonde's face contorting in pleasure and her inner walls beginning to tighten around Regina's dick. So she wretched Emma's neck back by her hair to reveal smooth skin.
As Regina came she buried her teeth into that spot on Emma's neck. They sank in deep, piercing flesh, and drawing blood. Emma let out a hiss of pain as her body shook in the after tremors of her orgasm.
Regina's hips gyrated lazily as cum continued pumping out in small spurts until she finally dropped her head down onto Emma's shoulder, entirely spent and hips stilling. The both of them collapsed onto the bed wordlessly, still joined. Emma on her stomach, and Regina on top of her. Regina draped the sheets over them and then exhausted emotionally and physically by what they had just done, they drifted off into brief slumber.
A/N: Only took like seven chapters to get here. Phew.