This one, unlike the others, has very little plot. Regina is very horny, Killian is there and she just needs to have him.
Killian lets out a childish giggle as Regina drags him down the main hall. They were trapped in that meeting for eons, listening to the Duke of Weselton moan about issue after issue. The minute Regina or Killian proposed a solution, the Duke found a problem that could possibly arise. Killian sat beside his wife as she slowly dug her heel further up his pant leg. Her adorably curious glance asked for permission and he gave her a soft nod. As the Duke brought up a tornado (the likes of which had not been seen in centuries), she ground her heel against his crotch, causing him to grow hard. His hand slapped over her own before he orgasmed. It'd prove something to the Duke but would still not look appropriate.
Finally, the Duke collected his things and left. Like a horny little school girl, Regina grabbed hold of her husband's hand and practically ripped him from his seat. Snow is in a meeting of her own, David tending to their new livestock in the barn he completed months before.
They're only on the third floor, their chambers just another staircase away. She pauses so they can catch their breath, staring at each other with heat in their eyes. A part of him expects Regina to poof them up, but much to his surprise, she pins him to the wall. Her lips roughly suck on his neck, desperately grasping at his shirt.
"Here?" Killian chuckles. "Really?"
Regina lets out an annoyed groan, rolling her eyes. Killian gives her a Look and she sighs. "Sorry," she offers.
"Don't let it happen again."
"Anyway, they've already cleaned up here. Our other guests are on the first floor, they'd have no reason to come up here. C'mon," a saucy smile tugs on her lips. "You really want me to waste my magic and get all tired?"
A faux whine comes out. She's being such a little brat and he should punish her for it.
She leans in and whispers against his ear. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me right here in the hallway."
That's all it takes. Killian takes hold of her arms, his hook having to take grip of the left and pins her against the wall. A dark laugh escapes her lips. He hikes up her skirt, navigating through the many petticoats. He works down her tights, followed by the soft undergarments she picked up from the tailor the previous week. He temporarily lets go of the dress so he can undo his own pants, leaving his hook with a grip on her. He goes to lift her dress up once more and with a twirl of her finger, the heavy outfit is gone. She stands before him, underwear and tights at her ankles, top corset restricting her breasts.
"Less work for you," she purrs.
Killian grins. "Good girl."
He gets within inches of her face, kissing her as he jerks forward. His erect cock falls inside of her and she lets out a deep moan.
"Do you want me to move my hook?" He asks, could scar.
She shakes her head so hard, causing a few strands of her raven hair to escape from her bun. "Fucking let it."
"That's what I like to hear."
He keeps a grip on her, grinding himself in and out. There was no time for lube and the pain written across her face portrays that. She doesn't utter the safe word or ask him to stop, so he continues. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His forehead grazes her, the green tea she sipped throughout the meeting radiates from her breath.
"Is this what you wanted during the meeting, baby girl?" Killian asks.
"Yes, Daddy." She groans as he enters her once more. "He just…wouldn't leave."
"You were so incredibly patient."
"Hard," she manages.
"I thought you liked hard things."
She half-giggles/screams as he rides up against her. He feels her grow wet and growls.
"Come inside of me, Daddy. Please, please, please."
Killian thrusts once, twice and by the third time, he fulfills her request. Some drips onto the floor below and he feels bad for whoever has to clean up that mess. Regina lets out a heavy sigh as he marginally pulls away from her. He uses the handkerchief in his breast pocket to clean himself up before yanking his pants on. Moving his hook to cradle her back, he lifts her legs with his other arm. She snakes herself around his neck, allowing her head to rest against the shoulder. He carries her up the final staircase and heads for their chambers. She lets out a small yawn and he presses a kiss to her temple. She's worked so hard this week and has been far too busy to have fun with any of them. This was a much needed tryst, and now the queen must rest.
"Thanks for the ride," she mumbles.
"You'll rest," he says soothingly. Killian lays her in the center of the bed-typically David's spot- and fluffs up her pillows. "First let me fetch you some water and you'll drink all of it. Then you can nap." She nods, her eyes half closing. "Then we can sort out your punishment."
Regina's eyes fly open. "Seriously?" she whines.
"You've been a brat all day today, you don't think I'd just forget about that, did you?"
Regina pouts. "You suck," she mumbles.
"No, that's David's job. I'll be back with the water, don't fall asleep until I return."
