Merlin explains the procedure, so Killian can perform a special service for Ruby and Dorothy. And in another room, Emma proposes a rather unusual solution to the problem facing her wife and the thief she loves.
[Author note: I've never written a sex scene before. So I've been nervous about getting this right. However, there'll be more to come so I need the practice. Many thanks for all the PMs and words of encouragement. It's appreciated.]
The Earl of Locksley Inn
Merlin had asked Killian to join him in a room upstairs, for privacy, to explain the procedure.
"So, let me see if I've understood this correctly?" Killian grimaced. "Rather than the usual rather pleasant way of helping a lady gain a child, I'm expected to, er, release myself into one those charming little jars?"
"They're called flasks Captain, and yes, I'm afraid so." Merlin couldn't quite hide the smile. "You see, it may take several attempts to get one of the ladies to successfully conceive. They haven't even decided which of them wants to be the birth mother yet. But as you're intending to travel within days, and for a long time I'm given to understand, several samples are needed, to make sure. You need to ejaculate into each of the chilled flasks. I suggest you do it in the room next to theirs, so we can administer the first sample quickly? The flasks need to go into this larger container, then we freeze it for use at the right time, under medical conditions."
"And who said romance is dead?"
"I do sympathize, truly!" Merlin sniggered, trying not to laugh at the aside. "I know it's all a bit clinical, but looking on the bright side, Ruby tells me you'd also like to have a presence in the child's life, if we're successful and the child wishes it in the future? Speaking as a father myself, that sounds like an added bonus."
"You have a point. How many children do you have, Merlin?"
"Living? Four, three girls and a boy. Of those who've passed on? Well, I've lived an awful lot longer than even you have, my friend. I've had forty-six wives and sired one hundred and sixty four children at the last count."
"Bloody hell, that's a lot of birthdays to remember!"
"It certainly is. But one of the great advantages of being of service to Zeus, is that I still get to see nearly all of them from time to time. It makes family gatherings an interesting experience."
"With forty-six wives? That's a lot of family disagreements! How on earth do you manage?"
"Except they're not living, are they? They're all in a better place; a place where if we're lucky and live a good life, most of us will end up. And I can assure you there is no jealousy or fighting. There's no ownership or possession of others. A place of true peace. You remember when, at the convent, I taught Robin how to divide himself into many versions of himself? Well, imagine everyone being able to do just that, ad infinitum? To divide yourself; to spend as much or as little time with all those you value, simultaneously? You'll be reunited with Milah, and your brother, and everyone else you've known and valued. And they'll be reunited with others they loved and cared for. And all at the same time, or not, whatever you wish. It's a little hard to describe."
"Milah? That would be something. I waited for her to appear out of the River of Lost Souls, when we used Excalibur to cleanse it. Sadly, I missed her among the crowds."
"That's because her soul drifted further downstream. Oddly enough, she was eventually rescued by her son's intervention, in another part of the Underworld entirely."
"By Baelfire?" I don't believe it! I thought he'd moved on long ago?"
"He had. But discovering what happened to Henry led him to try Zeus's patience. He helped him to appear in a dream to Emma, trying to persuade her to turn back from rescuing your soul. She didn't listen."
"Swan was always very stubborn." Killian recalled how she put her own family's life at risk to rescue him. A time when he was supposed to be her true love.
"Well, I've spoken to him since you entered that part of Underworld. He's still annoyed she took Henry down there. Her family have no idea how close they all came to all being killed!"
"I'm afraid Emma saw it differently."
"But parenthood's a sacred trust, Killian! The parent takes responsibility for the child, despite a teenager's wilfulness. She was the parent, he was the child. Baelfire was right - It was a foolish decision."
Killian wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, changing the subject. "I guess I also owe you an apology."
"What on earth for?"
"Murdering you of course! Crushing your heart."
"That was Nimuë, my dear chap. You were being controlled weren't you. But all's well. As you can see, I didn't die. One of my 'shells' died, like one of the clones you saw Robin replicate in the park? You wouldn't have been able to fight the Dark One's vengeance, even if you'd tried. Very few can. If the darkness held on to Emma much longer, it would've consumed her too. You may not wish to hear this, but Rumple is one of the very few people I have ever found capable of at least restraining it. Mostly."
"You're right, I don't. But I beg to differ regarding the crocodile! So, what do I do now?"
"You carry out your promise to Miss Gale and Miss Lucas? I'd best leave you now. Your fate waits you, Killian."
Downstairs in the bar, numbers were starting to dwindle, as many made their way back to Storybrooke, and the forest dwellers back to their newly-built homes. Robin had stayed close to Caroline, not wanting to lose her again. And his cousin held on to Whale as Aurora regaled them with a story about her time with Baelfire and Robin, concluding:
"It's so sad. Neal was so brave, so humble. It's such a terrible shame he never really got to know Henry. He'd be so proud."
"True," Robin agreed. "Though from what Merlin tells me, he's a hero in death, too. He's been doing what Jones and I were doing in another part of the Underworld, but on a much bigger scale. I hope he finds peace."
Philip stood opposite, his arms linked with his wife and their fiancée either side, as Mulan failed to stifle a loud yawn.
"You're so tired. I think it's time we left, my love? You're starting to nod off."
"Not until we've asked Robin what we agreed." The pregnant warrior stirred, trying to shake off her drowsiness. Her lovers nodded to her to continue. "Robin, you're like a brother to me. You once told me to go where my heart takes me, and it led me back to these two." Aurora kissed her brow. "We've talked about this, and the three of us would be honoured if you'd agree to becoming this little one's godfather?"
With a broad grin, he stepped forward to gently hug her. "Ping, I'd be honoured! I'd love to play a little part in your growing family. You'll be a great mother, I just know it."
"Oh, one more thing?" It was Philip's turn, "I have a request, too. We're marrying this remarkable woman next month, and I need a Best Man. You up for it, my Lord?"
"Only if you promise never to call me 'My Lord', again?" He pulled him into another hug, slapping his back.
~oOo~
Regina walked down the stairs back to the main bar area, now empty apart from a dozen or so, including the little clutch surrounding Robin as embers died on the fire. A couple of men were clearing up, while he appeared to be hugging and saying goodbye to Mulan and the Briars
"Robin? Could you come back up please?" she tried to prevent her voice betraying her nerves, and anyone else noticing. "Emma and I still need to finish what we were talking about with you?"
"Of course, just give me a moment?" He went over to Rumple and Merlin's table, to bid them goodnight. The Sorcerer seemed to have an weird smirk on his face as he looked up at her, standing at the foot of the staircase.
"Sleep well, Mrs. Swan-Mills."
She nodded back. I really hate that smug look! Like he knows something very important about you, but revealing nothing.
Robin joined her. "I never got to finish my cognac..." He whispered with a grin, as he lifted her hand gently placing it on his forearm to accompany her up the stairs. That's when he noticed an odd look, as her eyes clearly avoided his. Reticent, slightly shy but above all, nervous. "You alright? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. I'm just…" Her voice stalled as she brushed a lock of hair back from her face.
"You're beginning to worry me," he replied, disbelieving her as they appeared on the landing, removing his arm and resting his hands on her shoulders.
She felt the pull almost instantly. A desperate urge to press into him. To kiss him. But she managed to stop herself.
"Robin, Emma and I have been talking. And, well, there's something we've agreed, but, yes I'm nervous to tell you. Listen to us first? And please, please, don't judge me?"
Feeling her anxiety, it would've been so easy for him to use his newly acquired powers to read her thoughts. But after Emma, that would be a complete violation. Nonetheless, having her almost in his arms now, he just wanted to wrap her up and seal his mouth down on those perfect lips. "You know I'd never do that," he whispered, kissing her forehead, the light touch almost making her shiver.
She turned to their door, knocking to forewarn he wife; something Robin thought strange. Wasn't it her bedroom too?
An unusually soft, but nervous voice from inside came back. "Come on in!"
~oOo~
As they stepped back inside the room, the first thing he noticed were lit candles scattered on the dresser, vanity and side tables. Without thinking, he apologised. "I'm sorry for the lack of electric light! Merlin said he's going to get us up and running with a generator tomorrow. He and Gold have it all planned out, and he…he..." His voice stopped at the second, far more surprising thing he noticed.
In the middle of the large bed, on her side, lay Emma, wearing a purple sheer silk nightdress, which exposed far more cleavage than he'd ever seen previously, and a nervous smile. Her hair was down, draped across the pillow. She looked sensual, so very different to her usual demeanour. She was also sipping a large measure of the cognac he'd brought up earlier.
"Hi babe! Hello again, Robin."
She'd obviously made herself look sultry for her wife. And judging by the look the married pair exchanged, she seemed ready for a night of passion. But then she looked up at him and faltered and, whatever she was trying to do, her nervousness was clear.
Regina knew that look, but also that innate sexiness that was Emma. Especially when she tried to be alluring but failed! Emma had always seemed tomboyish in public, but in the years since the pirate's death and their eventual marriage, she'd made conscious efforts to try being more feminine in her evening wear, foregoing the signature jeans, jackets and tops, to complement her wife, rather than contrast with her. It was one of so many reasons Regina fell in love with why her. So, looking at her now, laying on their bed coquettishly, it was obvious that in the few minutes she'd been gone to fetch Robin, she'd used magic to poof one of the brunette's more scanty chemises, scent and makeup from the mansion, before making herself up, despite the late hour.
She looked utterly ravishing and, if Robin hadn't been with them, Regina would have just launched herself on top of the younger woman, ravishing her on the spot!
However a small cough from her side brought her back to her senses.
To Robin, Emma was clearly ready to seduce Regina. He'd never seen the normally sullen woman look anything like that before. My god, she's stunning! He thought to himself, and for a moment, he felt a hint of envy. Envious of Emma; but maybe envious of Regina too? Looking at the brunette's expression, her eyes seemed to darken as she stood looking down at her wife. Like a predator ready to devour her prey. He felt out of place. An intruder.
Clearly interrupting what was going to be a passionate night, he needed to get out of there. "I'll be going." He coughed, feeling awkward, turning to see himself out. "I'll see you in the morning."
That woke both women from their mutual admiration, turning back to look at him. "No! Robin, I-"
"You clearly need to be alone. It's fine."
Then Emma spoke. "Robin, I don't want you to leave."
He looked down at her, confused, as he started moving to the door. But Emma was up, and in front of him in a heartbeat. "I said I don't you to go!"
Regina came closer. "It's about what we were talking about earlier? Emma has an idea, don't you, my love?"
"Look..." The blonde, no longer so sure of herself, tried to explain. "All three of us know that you two have this weird 'true love' thing? Or 'soulmate magic' or whatever crap you want to call it? But it's affecting Regina, badly! She doesn't just want to be with you, she needs to be with you! And I'm talking physically! And it's affecting her health, at least according to Tink and bloody Gold. And I sensing you're suffering some sort of withdrawal too?" He didn't deny it, remaining silent. "Well, so we got talking..."
Regina took over. "Robin, you promised Emma and I that you wouldn't do anything to harm our marriage. And I believe you. But, this evening Emma said she'd be willing to share me, given the circumstances. But, I also swore I'd never be unfaithful to her. However, if Emma…" It was Regina's turn to flounder. "If we're...sort of...all in this together? Well, then it's not being unfaithful, is it?"
Robin finally grasped what she was saying. "Wait? You're suggesting Emma...joins us? As in...?" He couldn't quite bring himself to say it, less he'd misinterpret and make an idiot of himself.
"Well, it sounds kinky when you put it like that?" Emma cheeks were bright pink now.
"That's not quite what she meant at the time." Regina sighed. But at least the idea was out there. "But...it would be rather enjoyable too, don't you think?"
Emma gasped. "Whaaat?" Despite her earlier boast, they were rapidly going past the point of no return!
"I'd like the three of us. Together. As one." She stopped to draw breath. "Emma, I fell in love with you ever since that day in Archie's, after Robin's death, and I just knew for certain." She turned to look at him. "But I love you too, thief! It's taken me some time to assimilate all this. But I know in my heart my love for you is also stronger than ever, and everything Emma's said is true. Our time apart has been hurting me. I haven't slept! But I can't bear the thought of hurting her. Hurting either of you! So, with both your permission, I'd like to take Emma's idea to a new level."
"Regina, look, maybe it's because I'm a mere man, but I need you to be very specific! Tell me what you want?"
Her eyes darkened as she moved closer, pulling Emma's hand as she did so.
"Isn't that obvious? Emma's tried to pretend, but she's been eyeing you up all day. Especially by the lake." Emma pulled her hand back, shocked at her revealing her earlier comment. "And I also saw the way you looked at her, just now?" Now Robin was starting to feel awkward. "Just admit it? It's quite understandable. After all she is rather stunning, isn't she? So, to answer you Robin, I want you to be with me. Physically. But I also want you to be with Emma, too. That way nobody's cheating."
Robin understood what she'd been implying. But just hearing her lay it all out like that was more than a shock. Though looking at an equally stunned Saviour, he was definitely interested.
"And Emma, how do you feel about all this? Please just be honest? It'll save anyone getting hurt."
Emma felt touched he even cared. "Honestly? Nervous, I guess. And…" she glanced down at the significant bulge in his chinos, that wasn't there a minute ago. "Excited?"
Regina, seeing where her eyes focused, was rather impressed herself! Robin seemed to growing bigger in front of them. Realising that the two of them were still far too nervous to make any first move, the former queen decided to act. Her left hand released Emma's, to instead move around her back, pulling her closer. As she did so, her right arm went around her former lover.
"Robin, kiss me?"
He didn't need to be told twice! He leant forward, cautiously lowering his lips onto hers, for the first time in over five years. And she welcomed him, opening her mouth wider, expectantly awaiting his tongue. Sensing hesitation, she instead drove her own forward, to be greeted by his, sliding together in a wet embrace, causing her to groan. Heavenly! She thought, feeling the last years slip away.
What felt like seconds, was in fact almost half a minute. And as lips finally separated, they both felt a rising wave, a pulse of energy, blowing out from between joined lips.
Robin had forgotten just how good a kisser Regina could be! At least that's what he was thinking of when the pulse hit him, momentarily making him pull further back in surprise. But instead of seeing Regina in a similar state, she was now giving him one of the most lust-crazed looks he'd ever seen! Emma was still watching them, mere inches away, having been held firmly by her wife.
"That was lovely. Now, would you kiss Emma like that?" Seeing a wide-eyed look from both, she decided to ease them into it. "For me please? You should know I've imagined the two of you together since this morning! Robin, kiss my wife, please?"
His head turned to face Emma, who was clearly as nervous as him.
She'd just watched her partner have a full-on French kiss with her old boyfriend, inches of her. And she wasn't sure quite how she felt. Not jealous, but…insecure? And now she's asking him to snog me? No way he'd do something like that! Robin Hood? Look, he's hesitating already? He's way too stiff!
"Emma, are you sure you're okay with this?" He whispered. She couldn't quite get the words out, so she merely nodded. He's going for it! Bringing his face closer, he cautiously placed a hand gently on her cheek, before resting his lips over hers; nothing like as confidently as Regina, but tentatively, waiting to see whether she'd respond, or pull away.
Regina watched with bated breath, excited, her own face mere inches from theirs, unable to quite believe this was happening? As she watched their kiss gradually start and intensify, she felt heat start building inside her. This was turning her on!
Stepping back to see properly, Regina watched as Robin's right and Emma's left arms coiled slowly around one another's back and shoulders, as they slowly brought their bodies together. Seeing the impressive bulge in his trousers now appear to press against Emma's flimsy chemise-covered stomach, she heard the blonde, now getting fully immersed, moan gently. As her cheeks flushed at the sight of the pair now starting to enjoy themselves, she felt Robin's left arm on her lower back, pulling her in.
But Regina soon missed being a part of it. Brushing her fingers up and through Emma's tresses, her own right hand cupped the back of Robin's head, holding the pair as they continued. Moments later, as lips finally broke apart to catch their breath, Regina seized her moment, turning the younger woman's head softly to couple her now kiss-swollen lips with her own. Emma had hardly caught her breath after Robin's oral assault, and now Regina's tongue had urgently taken his place. And he groaned at the vision of these two powerful women clutching and kissing. No, mauling each other, passionately. A moment later, and Emma broke away again, turning her head and dragging his own lips back onto hers, mouths reconnecting once again.
Regina, now committed, was ready for more. Much more! Watching the now immersed blondes lip-locked again without hesitation, she couldn't resist any longer. Bringing her mouth closer while still holding the backs of their heads, she giggled, forcing her tongue between their lips into the limited space available. Ito Robin's mouth, alongside Emma's. And for the briefest of moments, less than a second, three tongues collided clumsily, in a squashed, messy, sloppy kiss.
That was the moment a fierce jolt, like static, shot through all of them!
They all felt it. A burst of energy. A fizzing to the temples. Making all three heads jerk back in shock.
"Was that me again?" He asked, reluctant to release them . "I'm sorry. Did I-"
"It wasn't you, it was all of us…" Regina was about to explain what she thought it was, but seeing Emma's hungry eyes, keen to continue, she lied. "It's just our combined magic. It won't harm us."
The next part went by in a blur. More kisses, more hugs. And the rapid divesting of clothes into two untidy piles at the side of the bed. Nobody would remember who pulled or who pushed who onto the soft sheets. But within minutes the three lay clustered together in the centre, Regina on her back, Robin on her left, Emma on her right, snuggled in tightly. Robin had been even more self-conscious than the women, leaving his boxers on, though they were clearly still straining at the sight.
"Well, how should we…erm...?"
The brunette rolled over on to Emma's front, pushing her thighs apart swiftly with her own, mounting her fully. She kissed her hard, before pulling back, brown eyes lustfully gazing down on green. "Robin, make love to Emma. I said I want her to have everything I have. To feel everything I feel. Everything." She never took her eyes off Emma's. "And I want you to experience each other first!"
Emma had been in a daze the last few minutes, overcome with so many feelings. Now, glancing across to the man's lightly haired chest, and the very prominent bulge in his shorts, her queen pulled her head back to face her, as she felt her queen's mound grind in harder against her own. Then she heard the order. "Robin, make love to Emma." She caught Robin staring, now in a very different light, his pupils blown, looking almost predatory as he rose, moving across as Regina moved onto her side. But there was still tenderness there, as he caught her staring back.
"You sure you're still okay with this? We don't have to, if you're not sure. We can stop now, if you wish?"
Those piercing blue eyes. Actually, he's rather beautiful. No wonder she's obsessed.
"I'm good," she whispered, seeing Regina's gaze just seemed to build more fire inside. "I'll say if I'm not."
Regina looked down at his boxers. "I think someone's overdressed?" With a quick twirl of her fingers, they were gone, Robin's cock springing out dramatically from its confines.
Regina gulped, and Emma's breath hitched. He's big. Not as long as some I've known, but god, so much thicker!
Sensing nerves as he turned towards her, he whispered. "May I?"
And with that, he kissed the former sheriff gently, before working his lips over her. He stopped to kiss just below her ear, making her shiver. Then, moving across her shoulder, he peppering kisses all the away, until he reached her right breast, anointing the nipple with the flat of his tongue, before grazing his teeth over the turgid bud.
Emma hissed at the sensation, making Regina grin. And as Robin's head descended lower, Regina took the left nipple in her own mouth, sucking hard. "God…"
He continued a slow, tortuous path, working gradually towards his target. Emma's breathing stopped, as his lips and tongue slid gently across her hip, coiling over her stomach before heading into her navel, lightly licking and kissing as she shivered. Pressing his nose in gently, he again slid further down towards her core, lips brushing lightly around, but avoiding her clitoris, before kissing the sides of the now moist opening. She shuddered when she felt his hot breath over her core. Then ever so slowly, he flattened his tongue against the opening, pressing harder, scraping the wet surface.
Regina never took her eyes off him as he focused, watching Emma starting to pant, as he seemed to almost devour her. It had been over five years since she'd been on the receiving end of that talented tongue, and even after such a long time, she could still appreciate what Emma was currently feeling. She thought she could peak just watching them!
Robin slowly tilted his mouth up, moving his lips over the clitoris, to suck the little pink bud gently into his mouth. "Aaah!" she gasped at the sudden pressure, a mixture of soft pain and ecstasy. He continued, slowly inserting a finger inside her, followed by a second several strokes later, his tongue now lathing the nub. Meanwhile, Emma reached out for Regina, pulling soft lips down onto her own to help silence a scream she knew would no doubt come soon.
Emma had never experienced a man go down on her properly before. Several had asked her, but she'd always declined, assuming, like many women, that most men probably regarded cunnilingus as fairly revolting and only willing to do it if it led to a reciprocal blow job. Killian had offered several times but again, even with him, she'd always declined, instead distracting him with other delights. It had taken a fumbled evening with Regina less than a year ago to even open her up to the idea, as they experimented to learn all the ways two women could satisfy one another. But Robin hadn't asked; and he seemed to really know exactly what he was doing down there! Frankly, she didn't care whether he'd learnt with Regina, Marian, or the entire Boston-bloody-Celtic-Cheerleaders. This was ecstasy, and she was too close to coming to care!
Holding Regina's body against her, she screamed into her mouth, an intense orgasm pounding right through her. Incoherent, as the older woman's tongue now danced around hers.
As Emma's orgasm washed over her, Regina felt a blast of pure energy through her mouth, causing her to pull back.
"God, that was...that was…" Emma panted, lost for words.
Robin withdrew his fingers slowly, lightly kissing her opening once more before rising up on his knees to face the pair with a smugness he couldn't hide. Before he even had a chance to speak, Regina rose to face him. "I want to taste her on you!" She purred, now latching her mouth onto his, tasting Emma on his lips and tongue before pulling back.
It was over five years since she last had Robin in her bed, and she was now desperate to savour every moment. But not until Emma was fully sated. Leaning back, she wrapped her hand around his uncomfortably swollen member, pulling gently before lowering her lips over him, moaning as she rolled her tongue around the shaft. God, I've missed this!
Robin closed his eyes, tilting his head back in bliss as he felt her teeth graze down him, then opening them again to see Emma watching closely, the breath finally returning. She assumed Regina would now want to take him for herself and was more surprised to find the woman pull her lips off him before lowering them back to where his tongue had just vacated, kissing her clit loudly. Hell, that tickles! Then she rose again, gripping Robin's shaft firmly, and gently pulling him, shuffling, towards Emma's still parted thighs.
"Robin..." she almost sniggered, "She's had the starter. I think she now needs the main course now?"
He smirked. What on earth's she playing at? He thought, but said nothing. For him, the last few minutes had been too wonderful, too blissful, and he wasn't going to risk ruining it all by making some dopey remark. After what he's just experienced with Emma, he should have exploded? But instead he seemed to have more energy than ever, and didn't find it too hard to contain himself, anxiously holding out until they were both fully satisfied. Had his new magic changed that?
Dropping onto all-fours, Regina now guided him ever closer towards Emma's centre, stroking the bulbous head across swollen lips. Again, Robin stopped, silently mouthing to Emma whether she was okay for him to carry on? Emma was too far gone to argue, looking at the purple brim in Regina's hand, which she lightly brushed through her labia. "Yes…yes, I'm good."
And with that, Robin, guided by Regina's fingers, gradually eased himself inside her. Emma's breath stopped as she felt her body receive him, slowly adapting to his girth. It had been quite a while since she'd had a man inside her and the fullness she now felt was considerable, but as nothing as compared to the exquisite sensations that started coursing through her as he began to move in and out, sinking a little deeper each time. Robin also groaned, as he felt her squeeze down on him.
Regina recognised the look on Emma's face and knew her second orgasm was going to be close. Her right hand, having left holding Robin's shaft was now busy working herself into a state as she watched. Robin was aggressively ploughing into Emma, her long legs wrapped around the back of him and her arms around his lower back, fingers digging in, almost drawing blood. Regina was unbelievably turned on by the display, her own peak surely close.
"It's okay Emma, let go," she encouraged her. "Come for me, my darling. Come for me!"
With gritted teeth, eyes tightly shut, with a look of pain, or bliss, or painful bliss, etched on her face, Emma now bellowed into his face. "YES! OH GOD, YES!" bucking hard against him as the orgasm overtook her. "YEEEESSSS!
Robin, although overwhelmed by the powerful response from within this beautiful, writhing blonde goddess under him, surprised himself by somehow managing to hold himself back from the edge. Normally, he'd have surely climaxed by now?
As she stilled, Regina moved over to envelop her in another deep kiss, holding her face in her hands. Robin smiled down at them, as they were now completely engrossed in one another. Not wanting to interrupt them, he gently eased himself out of Emma, kneeling back, to go tidy himself.
As he did so, a voice from below breathed. "Stay. I need you now!" Regina, still with an arm around Emma, lay beside her in a similar pose. Robin smiled down at them before moving lower down the bed to prepare her. However, his former queen had other ideas. "No, after that, I'm way too close - I need you inside me! Now!"
Robin looked down at the pair of them, knowing no matter how long he lived he'd never experience such a sight again. However, he also looked down at his still very swollen penis, now liberally coated in Emma's essences. "Certainly milady, let me get myself cleaned up? Give me a moment."
She saw where he was looking. "No, stay like that? That's my Emma on you, and I'm always happy to have any part of her inside me. There's nothing I wouldn't share with her. Nothing."
Just hearing that made him stiffen even more, his cock twitching. "As you wish."
He then slowly positioned between her thighs, lowering himself and easing the slick cock between surprisingly, equally slick folds. "Ooooooohhh!" she groaned, as Robin slowly entered. Oh god, it's good to be back, he thought, savouring the feeling of finally being sheathed inside his soulmate once again.
The next hour went by in a haze of writhing passion and several more orgasms, as they all forgot themselves. The lust-filled trio becoming even more emboldened, trying several new positions. Robin had lost count the number of times these astonishingly powerful, yet beautiful women, had peaked before him.
However, something finally occurred to him. Why hadn't he climaxed by now?
Downstairs, the last two visitors left the pub, leaving John and several of the men clearing up. Outside the entrance, Rumpelstiltskin and Merlin bid farewell to each other, having discussed a multitude of issues needing their own unique attention. Rumple shook the man's hand.
"Sorcerer, a small question? That spell you put on the Swan-Mills women when they went upstairs? I detected something. A fertility charm? I saw you use it on Locksley earlier."
Merlin smiled at the Dark One. "That's very perceptive, Mr. Gold, though it was for potency, not fertility. I'd never interfere with destiny, just make it a little more enjoyable? I find fate sometimes needs a little shove."
Back in the Master Bedroom, Regina was close to a fourth ripping orgasm as Robin ploughed into her yet again. He seemed insatiable, though she was starting to tire. Nevertheless, the feeling of him yet again buried deep within was just too good to stop. Emma was on all-fours over her, lowering herself gently on top of her as Robin, now standing at the edge of the bed holding Regina's legs, continued driving harder and harder into the brunette.
Emma, now squashed between them, forced her crotch down onto Regina's stomach, in a desperate attempt to get a little more friction as she saw her come apart. From behind, she heard his low growl into her back, as he too seemed to be nearing the end.
Finally!
Robin, after nearly ninety minutes of relentless driving passion, and with a stamina he's never had before, finally felt his groin tightening spontaneously, his lower body spasming as it started to override the self-control he'd kept, determined to fully satisfy both of them before allowing his own release. With a loud groan, he felt the hard pull from within as he finally exploded, deep inside the queen.
"AAHH! Gina, Emma, I'm…aarrgghh!" Emma paused for breath, stilling to look into the eyes of her beloved lying beneath her, breast to breast, as Robin came. After the first burst of energy from his climax, he felt his balls relax momentarily, preparing for that brief, yet equally wonderful second spasm. In that moment, for reasons unknown, he felt an uncontrollable need to share. Withdrawing from Regina, he tilted his still hard cock a few inches higher, rising to now drive fully home into Emma, almost immediately releasing the final part of his climax, yelling once again.
Regina sensed the moment. After nearly two hours of lovemaking, Emma on top of her pressing down, the two women looked silently at each other, faces close, hot and sticky. After her final orgasm, Regina felt Robin remove himself from within, momentarily feeling the loss, before suddenly sensing Emma push forward slightly, down onto her stomach, a pleasant gasp escaping and a look of surprise on her face as Robin had clearly just entered her. As he yelled, she pulled Emma's head down to kiss her yet again, as Robin came deep inside her wife, just as he had her, seconds earlier.
He stilled, gently withdrawing from Emma, and moved to lie on his back. Emma then rolled off Regina, to lie on her other side, as they all regained her breath. The three of them lay still, recovering.
However, realising what they'd all just done, Emma now had a new feeling overwhelm her. What the hell was she thinking? What the fuck was she doing? She kept repeating to herself. She'd just experienced the most wonderful sex with Regina and her wife's former lover. All together. But now she felt ashamed. Is this the final nail in my marriage? It was bad enough that he was gentle and kind, and Regina was still in love with him. But now it appears he's also a wizard between the sheets too? How the hell can I compete with that? How could Regina not want more of him now?
She rolled her head, only to see him lying on the opposite side of Regina, eyes closed, with a satisfied, smug smile on his face. It was too much!
"Robin? You need to go! Now!" She heard herself say, harder than intended. "What if Honour were to walk in?"
He was a little surprised by the sudden change in the blonde, now looking across at him before he could say anything. "Go? Now! Please?"
Regina, lying in the middle, felt the immediate tension. The sudden change in temperature. Not sure how to respond, she rested her hand on Emma's stomach, tilting herself up to speak. But before she could say anything, he spoke.
"I understand." He sighed, rising from the bed without argument. Sensing magic, Regina turned, seeing he'd instantly clothed himself. He looked back at the two exhausted women.
"Goodnight ladies," he whispered, "Thank you for an exquisite time. I hope it helped in some way, Regina? Sleep well, both of you."
And with that he silently stepped out of the room, leaving Regina feeling downcast; a sudden about-turn from the wonderful two hours of erotic bliss they'd just had.
~oOo~
"Was that really necessary?" Regina harrumphed, irritated as the door closed. "We invited him up here, not the other way round!"
"Honour could come in at any time! She's only next door." She hissed back.
"Bullshit! I put a spell on that door when I soundproofed us; there's no way she, or anyone else, would have walked in!"
Emma turned her back, hoping the matter was closed, and wanting to avoid getting into an argument. Over him. Realising what was happening, Regina huffed, flicking her fingers to magically cover herself in cotton pyjamas, her romantic mood gone. She rolled as far away from her wife, to the very edge of the bed, as her mind drifted to the wonderful feelings and sensations she'd enjoyed such a short time ago, a tear rolling down her cheek.
The following morning…
Emma woke to bright sunshine beaming through the curtains. But after a fitful night's sleep, she turned over to find no sign of Regina.
She reached for her phone. Five thirty? Her wife was no fan of early starts, so she guessed she was probably still irritated after how last night ended?
Slowly lifting her feet over the side of the bed, she started feeling the aches and soreness from the previous night's activities. Yawning, she looked to see whether Regina had left one of her little notes. Probably 'with Honour', she guessed. Too tired to focus her magic, she dressed, stumbling over to the connecting door with the adjoining room to see check the girls were still in bed. Opening it as quietly as she could, she glanced in to see the two little blonde heads of Honour & her friend Alexandra snuggled under the covers of the larger bed, and Ashley's long torso on top of the other, all three sound asleep.
Stepping back into her own bathroom, she showered, before finally using her magic to change and make up quickly, before stepping out of the bedroom to find Regina. Walking down the staircase into the main bar area, the first thing she spotted was a large breakfast bar, now laden with food, the smell of cooked bacon making her stomach growl loudly from hunger. Six-thirty in the morning and people are eating?
Looking for anyone she recognised, she was surprised to find Robin's cousin (what was her name? Caroline?) piling up a plate with sausage, bacon and eggs. Although she always looked slim and elegant from the jogging, Emma was pleased she wasn't the only woman with a big appetite.
Caroline finally spotted her.
"Good morning! Emma, isn't it?" She nodded back. "You best serve yourself. You best dig in quick, before the main horde wake up!"
Emma could see her resemblance to Hood. The blue eyes, the jaw, the dimples. "Good morning. This smells wonderful! Who did the cooking so early?"
"Well, the two ladies from the café in Storybrooke, I think. And your wife, of course."
"Regina? She's cooking fry-ups?" That's when she noticed Dorothy appear from a door, carrying another full tray of bacon and hash browns.
"I think so. She and that other tall, pretty brunette. This lady's fiancée, I believe?" Caroline winked at Dorothy when she was in earshot.
The former Oz hero, laying the tray down, smiled back, wiping a hand on a towel before offering it to her. "Yes, that's right. We weren't properly introduced last night. I'm Dorothy, Dorothy Gale, and my fiancée's Ruby. I gather you already met her? You're Robin's cousin aren't you? Caroline?"
"Call me Carrie." The tall blonde shook her hand warmly. "It's lovely to meet you at last, Dorothy. The way Ruby spoke about you, I had a feeling wedding bells would be in the air before long! She told me you were beautiful. And sexy! I can see she was right."
Dorothy giggled. "Oh stop, you're making me blush!" You've clearly got the Locksley charm gene too, I see?"
Ruby arrived by her side. "Carrie, stop flirting with my girl!" But she said it sporting a big grin. "You and Robin are just the same! She's only known him two days, yet he comes over, flashes his dimples, and she melts like a big jelly!" At that, all three chuckled as Dorothy gave Ruby a light slap on the arm.
"Well what can I say? We Locksleys do recognise beauty, when we see it."
Emma listened as an outsider, but couldn't help herself. "Carrie, you're gay too?"
Carrie sniggered at that, "No, actually, I-" but Ruby interrupted her.
"I certainly hope not! A particular doctor I know would be seriously disappointed! He's taking you on a date, I hear?"
"My, news does travel fast around here, doesn't it? Yes, Victor's taking me to Franco's next weekend."
"Ooh, romantic, and expensive! And for a first date, too?" Ruby teased. "He must be keen!"
"Whale?" Emma blurted out without thinking. "You're going on a date with Whale?" She pronounced his name like a disease, realising her mistake the moment the other three smiles dropped.
"Doctor Victor Whale, yes." Caroline's face held a hint of annoyance. "Is there a problem?"
"Um, no. But…" She spoke before she thought. "You're a beautiful woman. But him? He's…"
"Please don't say another word, Emma!" Ruby warned her. "You know very little about Victor, only what Regina and your dad told you. You've no idea what he's been through."
Emma had never faced Red's annoyed stare before, and though it wasn't in her nature to back down, seeing the three women united in obvious irritation, she decided on caution. "I'm sorry, Carrie. I didn't mean to offend you." Embarrassed, she turned away to load up her own plate, adding some bread and a coffee before trying to find a small table further away from them.
As she settled at one, she looked back, across at the three of them, now ensconced in a lively conversation with a young man she vaguely recognised from somewhere. Storybrooke Hospital?
Way to go Swan! You've managed to piss off two friends and a stranger before breakfast? Nice work.
She grumbled to herself, piling the bacon and some egg into her bread, folding it into a messy sandwich, before forcing a chunk of it into her mouth. Hmm, so good! She savoured the taste, as another familiar face came out from the kitchen door, carrying another steaming tray of food to the table.
Regina.
Clearly, she hadn't spotted her as she shifted the trays to fit in with the rest, assisted by Robin's cousin, who'd stood to help her find space. The two women then stood facing each other. Emma couldn't quite hear what Carrie was saying, but it was clearly very friendly.
"You know Regina, Roland's told me so much about you. And Henry, and his young sister; he's such a delightful young man, isn't he? You must be so proud!"
"Why thank you, Carrie. Although you do know I'm not Roland's birth mother? That was Marian. She died long before Robin and I met. John told me Roland's eyes, and his nature, are definitely hers. She must have been beautiful, though those dimples are definitely Robin's!" She smiled, recalling her archer's likeness to his boy.
"He clearly loves you, very much, Regina. I gather you took him in after Robin was killed?".
She nodded. "Rolly helped me get through some very bad times. And Henry of course, when Robin was-" she suddenly stopped momentarily, a vision of Robin's murder by Hades springing to mind. "I'm so sorry Carrie, I-"
Caroline sensed her angst, moving closer and bringing her hands to quickly grab Regina's, in an small attempt to comfort. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to upset you and you don't need to explain anything. I just wanted to say thank you, for looking after the nephew I only recently discovered I had? Robin told me about what happened last night, and how you saved his children, when he couldn't. You're clearly a very kind lady, and, meeting you now, I see why he fell for you!"
Regina blushed, still holding her hands, looking up into Caroline's blue eyes, and sensing genuine compassion. Her brief moment of sadness was replaced by a smile. "You know Carrie, you look like him? Robin, I mean. When you smile. It seems the charm genes are strong throughout the Locksley family?"
Carrie sniggered. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"
~oOo~
Emma watched them from her table, undecided whether to go over and join her. However, seeing the taller woman take her hands in her own, and stand closer made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Especially after how last night ended. So, getting up from the table, and under the pretext of getting more coffee, she walked over to Regina's side.
"Good morning, Mrs. Swan-Mills?"
She tried sounding upbeat, though Regina chose to her, not letting go of the other woman hands, before glancing to her side, but not at her.
"Good morning, Emma." There was a definite frostiness, as she said no more. Emma knew that tone, all too well. Her annoyed voice.
Caroline also picked up on it, releasing Regina's hands, before looking to see who else was around the room. "I need to finish my food, as Professor Sage wants to get started on the clinic early. Lots to do, patients to see! Regina, I'll see you around?" She stooped, pecking her cheek, which she reciprocated in kind. Then she looked at the Saviour. "Emma, good morning. See you around." She followed it with a curt nod, turning to walk away, giving Dorothy and Ruby a cheeky wink as she left.
Regina also noticed Caroline's iciness towards her wife. "So, what did you do to annoy her, then?"
Emma never even had a chance to answer, as Ruby did it for her. "She was being snide about Victor, after Carrie told her they were going out on a date. Something, I should add, Carrie was hoping would happen!"
"Whale? She's going out with Whale? Well then, I can understand Emma's view, seeing as-"
However, Dorothy stopped her this time. "Regina, don't go there? You think you know Victor Whale, but you really don't! Over the last few years, that man's spent a lot of time helping a lot of folks around here in the forest, completely unpaid. While also trying to keep everything together at the hospital, I should add. He and Archie have been holding free surgeries and clinic day here. It's here he met Caroline a few weeks ago, as she used to be a kind of nurse in the old country. Yet whenever he goes back to Storybrooke, he receives shit from everyone, including you two, David and Snow, when you expect him to just drop everything, for the latest crisis. You may be reformed Regina, but so's Vic! He's been a bloody marvel, and a good friend to Ruby and me. So please, if you have something nasty to say, keep it to yourself?"
That was a surprise! It was rare for anyone, other than the heroes, to stand up to her or be so blunt with her.
She glared back, but didn't protest. "Well, perhaps you're right, Miss Gale. Perhaps it is time to finally let bygones be bygones."
Emma jumped in, to ease the tension. "I apologise too, Dot. I seem to be pissing-off everyone at the moment! Henry, two days ago. Regina, Carrie, Robin." A glare from her wife shut her up. "Regina, can we talk please? I've got a table?" She pointed to the corner. The brunette nodded, giving a rictus smile to the newly-engaged couple, before walking away.
"Look, about last night?" She whispered. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"What are you actually sorry for, Emma?"
"For pissing you off, of course! For not letting him stay the night."
"Anything else?" She deadpanned. Seeing Emma's confused look, she carried on. "I don't think it's me you should be apologising to! You treated him like dirt! He was reluctant to join us initially, but we persuaded him, not the other way around. We all had a wonderful time, and please don't insult me, by pretending you didn't enjoy it too! I was there, remember? Then, you treated him like an unwanted, paid gigolo! It was nasty, and it spoilt everything!" With that, she turned away, heading back to the kitchen.
"Guess I'd better go apologise to old Golden Balls, then?" She grumbled to herself, sitting back down to finish her breakfast. "But I'm not facing him on an empty stomach!"
~oOo~