Robin gives his fiancées a proper Locksley welcome home after their weekend break.

Authors Note: This is one of the more sexually graphic chapters. So if that bothers you, you may want to move on to the next one?

Mifflin Street

The purple mist disapparated in the master bedroom, leaving the three of them still in their tight huddle, at the foot of the bed. As they broke apart, Robin declared, "I need a pee. Give me a minute?" Earning a frown from the brunette, and a wry grin from the blonde.

"Way to kill a girl's romantic mood there, thief!" Regina hollered as he went inside, rolling her eyes. "And sit down in there for a change! I really don't need to hear a drum roll, while I'm seducing your fiancée!" She looked hungrily at her wife, as she heard a guffaw of laughter from the bathroom, trying not to grin herself.

"Who said I need seducing?" Emma retorted, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist, turning and pushing her forcefully down onto the bed. Regina instantly grabbed her wrists, dragging her on top of her. Emma ground her hips down hard against her own, though as she was still wearing denim jeans, there was no friction. So instead she moved slightly higher, lashing their lips together in a clumsy kiss before separating.

"Hold on. Before we get too heated, let's get things up from the car and put them away, before we get ready for bed?"

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A couple of minutes later, Robin stepped out of the bathroom, having showered, and now in a dark blue silk dressing gown, his downy-haired chest poking through.

Emma gave him a soft kiss. "You smell nice! If you'd said you were taking a shower, I'd have joined you." As she spoke, she slid a hand over the bulge of his boxers, giving his package a little squeeze. "As it is, I'll have to make do with Regina." She chuckled, a coy grin on her face.

"Oh, you poor unfortunate soul, Swan!" Her wife retorted. "What makes you think I'll join you?"

"I know a horny queen when I see one! Come on..." She grabbed Regina's hand, pulling her towards and into the vacated bathroom, closing the door behind them and leaving Robin now standing outside. Feeling quite envious.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you and scrub your backs? And anywhere else we can think of?" He called through the door.

Regina's voice called back. "Why don't you pop down and get us all a little drink? I'd love a whisky and water!"

Then Emma's voice: "One for me too! And take your time!"

He was used to being teased by the pair of them. "Why do I get the feeling you're trying to get rid of me?" He said to the door.

"We are!" Emma barely stifled a chuckle. "Robin, take the hint? I'm sure it'll be worth it...in the end!"

"Ah!" he finally got her meaning. "Three large whiskies it is, then!"

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"Drinks, miladies?"

Robin reappeared in the room ten minutes later. He'd heard them both, still in the bathroom, doing whatever they were doing, and smiled as he heard their soft voices as they chatted happily. He was always surprised at how, for two such independent women, Regina and Emma always seemed, whenever circumstances allowed, to be inseparable of an evening, carrying out their night time cleansing rituals together. He assumed it was just another sign of how close they were these days, and he always felt that there was something rather adorable about it. He'd even made occasional jokes about it since he moved in.

On one occasion when he'd first moved in, he'd been having a relaxing evening bath with Regina, when Emma, about to go on night shift, had suddenly burst in, before lifting the toilet lid, and sitting down to pee, while they were still there! Robin had instantly looked away, and Regina couldn't fail to notice the look of embarrassment on his face.

"Robin, are you all right?" the former queen had asked, before looking across at her wife. "Oh. Emma, do you think…?"

Emma looked up as she sat, seeing Robin deliberately looking away, and finally realising what she'd done. "Oops, sorry! I didn't think." She stood, now feeling embarrassed as she grabbed some toilet paper. "Sorry, I should have asked-"

"It's fine, Emma! I just wasn't expecting it. I'd always been brought up to believe a toilet was something private, be it man or woman. But we all do the same thing, after all, don't we? Sorry if I just made you feel awkward?"

"It's fine. But you guys stand at urinals in the gents to pee, sometimes side-by-side when it's busy, don't you? So, I don't see the difference? It's not like Gina and I ever actually poop in front of each other, is it?" She chuckled.

Regina groaned, rolling her eyes. "Please change the subject, Emma? We're having a lovely bath here. Just finish and get in, or go. Either way…"

I'd love to, babe, but no time. I've got to be at the station in ten."

So now, living with Emma had made him loosen up his attitudes to such things, though he was always careful to respect their privacy by knocking on the bathroom door first. Nonetheless, as he waited for them to emerge, he sometimes felt a little left out. Trying to occupy himself, he saw about eight shopping bags at the base of the bed. Which definitely hadn't been there when he left the room!

"I'll put the shopping away?" He called back at the closed door. "There's nothing I shouldn't see in them, is there? No wedding dresses?"

"Don't be daft..." Emma's voice came back from the other side. "We'd never bring those home! We're going back for final fittings in a month, and all that stuff gets made up for us. There's some of the girl's clothes you could put in their room? And the baby gear. There's a few dresses you could hang up though." He then heard them resume chatting.

"You two all right in there?" He called back. "Need a hand?"

"Not unless you're good at shaving legs? We're almost done."

As he lifted various items out of the bags to hang them, he put the children's clothes to one side, together with a toiletry bag. Then he spotted a smaller black bag, inside a larger one, apparently from a shop called 'Romantic Depot'.

Curious, he lifted out the contents. Carefully wrapped inside white tissue paper, was a neatly packaged box with the words 'Athena Rechargeable Strapless' on the side. Although he'd never seen one before, its purpose was obvious. He grinned to himself, as he turned it over, reading the description on the base of the box.

"'Play with 3 intensity levels & 4 pulsation patterns…easier grip for the wearer…full vibration through each end.' Blimey ladies, you'll make me redundant at this rate!" He chuckled to himself. "Naughty girls! How can I compete with that?"

Hearing a hand turn the bathroom door handle, he swiftly dropped the box into its bag, and that bag into the larger one, just in time.

Regina was the first to appear, and Robin's jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing. His true love stood by the door, wearing a sheer, ivory, full-length silk gown. No, not a gown, more like a dress! he thought, as it seemed to cling to every perfect curve like a floating, smooth coat of paint. She clearly had no underwear on beneath it and with her hair down, she looked like a goddess from one of those Hollywood films she was so keen on.

"Oh my! Gina, you look ravishing!" his eyes desperately trying to stay looking up at her eyes and face, and not at the dark nipples and areolae, clearly visible underneath.

Regina knew that look and was delighted it had the intended effect so quickly. His eyes were entirely lust filled, and she smirked as they focused a little too hard on her face. "You think this looks good? Just wait till you see your other fiancée! Emma?"

Moments later, Emma stepped out from behind her, rather more nervously than Regina had. Unlike Regina's full-length number, the Saviour wore a black silk baby doll nightie, with a very short hemline and matching G-string. It was deliberately provocative, in a style Emma had never worn before. Seeing it on a mannequin in the store, Regina had suggested she try it. The blonde felt a little awkward wearing it, not sure whether her wife and fiancé would regard it as a little 'trampy'. At least that was until she saw the look on Robin's face.

"My god, Emma, you look sensational! Though it seems a shame…"

Emma felt slightly hurt by that. "What…what do you mean? Shame? You don't like it?"

"Oh, I like it very much! But I don't think those knickers you're wearing are going to survive when I take them off with my teeth?"

Her frown instantly turned into a pink-cheeked grin. "Don't you dare! I expect a few good wears out of this. Otherwise you're buying me some more!" By this time, he'd stepped right up to them. "Gladly, if they make you look like this! Ladies, you both look good enough to eat! And I mean that, in all ways..."

He stepped up to her, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips, and Emma's breath hitched when she felt his growing erection press into her stomach. He turned his mouth to deliver a similar kiss to Regina, which she accepted, though within moments she pulled back, giving him a quirky look.

"Robin, I know we agreed the next time we did some role-play, it was your turn to be the 'Dom'?" Regina breathed into his war. "Well…I'm wondering if you'd be acceptable to being my Sub again, this time? In return you can dominate me twice next time?"

"Depends what you have in mind, your Majesty. I don't mind a bit of tying up or blindfold, though I'd much prefer to see the two of you use the new toy you've bought yourselves last weekend!"

"What?" Emma's eyes whipped across to the bags on the floor. "Have you been peeking?" Her cheeks reddened as she realised what he'd seen! Her wife was already blushing.

"I am a former thief, Emma. Old habits die hard."

"Well, thief - that rather depends on whether you'll co-operate." Regina glared back. "Care to lie down and let me tie you up?"

Without another word, Robin smiled back at them before dropping his dressing gown to the floor and lying back in the centre of their bed, all too eagerly. "I guess my punishment awaits?"

Regina sniggered darkly, twirling her fingers. "You bet!" Four sets of padded handcuffs appeared on his wrists and ankles, pulling gently to stretch and attach him to the bedposts on each corner. She was careful to go slowly, as if the victim was yanked too quickly, the results could be painful. Robin now lay before them, his bare torso exposed, in only his new dark-blue silk boxers. "Hmm, now that's better," said Emma. "How about a blindfold?"

"No, I don't think so," growled her wife. "I think our fiancé should suffer more by watching, don't you?" She turned to Emma, slowly pulling her into a tight hug and making a great show of kissing her hungrily. The blonde eagerly responded, their mouths now wide and latched together, Emma's hands now in Regina's long locks, holding her face to her own in an almost angry kiss.

Robin lay back watching, now starting to realise just what Regina had in mind by 'suffering'! Seeing his lovers, the two most beautiful women in Maine, making out aggressively had its usual effect on him, as his cock hardened even further. And his damn hands were tied! It was true that he could certainly magic the cuffs off and haul them both onto him, but he had agreed to do things her way. And the sight in front of him was certainly more than stimulating! His breath held as they carried on, as though he was invisible.

Maintaining their kiss and continuing to hold Regina by the back of her head with her left hand, Emma's right now drifted over the brunette's ivory silk nightdress, over a stiff nipple, before moving ever south. A short stop over her abdomen, her fingers quickly worked under the shift and up, to softly cup her mound, before gently sliding an index finger between the warm lips that awaited her.

Regina quickly followed suit with her own right hand, moving down and into Emma's matching G-string. As wet lips separated, hands and fingers went to work, and by the changes of expression as they gazed at one another so intimately, Robin knew just the moment they had entered each other, curled wrists and fingers now working in tandem, their breathing becoming so much more laboured.

Hell, he was turned on! His cock now pushing hard against the little fly buttons of his boxers, forming a significant tent above. Gina, you bitch, this really is suffering! Nonetheless, he grinned, knowing this was exactly what she intended. As if to confirm it, Emma finally groaned out, shaking as she spoke "Enjoy…enjoying the show, thief?"

He chuckled. "You know I am! That was the intention after all, wasn't it? Now let me out of these cuffs, and I'll show you just how much!"

"In a min…in a minute!" stuttered Regina, her orgasm clearly starting to build "You'll have…ooh that's good! Have to wait till we're…we're done. That's…what you get from…uh…going through women's shopping bags!" she struggled to speak, their foreheads now pressed together as their entire torsos seemed to shake.

Robin couldn't believe his eyes. His lovers were trying to talk to him as they fingered each other relentlessly. He felt like some sort of perverted voyeur, even though he was very much invited to watch. "Then I'll wait patiently, though I promise you, miladies, that won't be your best orgasm of the night!"

As he spoke, he saw how in synch they were, Emma seeming to automatically move faster, Regina slowing, to ensure their climaxes would either be together, or as near as they could get. "Gina, I'm close…" she growled at the other, still shaking. "Mmm. Me…too! Together?" Their words seemed to encourage the other to their peak. "Aaah, fuuuuck…. mmm" Regina's cry was muffled by Emma again slamming their lips together, as she screamed into her mouth.

"Holy crap, that was hot!" groaned Robin, feeling almost in pain watching them. As they separated, Emma fell back onto the bed, Regina collapsing on top of her. He stayed silently, watching them slowly recover their breath. Finally, Emma turned to face him, seeing the frustrated look on his face. "You okay?"

"No. I'm lying here with a cock busting out of my pants, having just watched one of the sexiest displays I've ever seen. Of course I'm not okay! It's one thing punishing, but it's quite another torturing me. So I'm sorry Gina, I've changed my mind, and I'm revoking the deal!" The cuffs and short chains suddenly vanished from his arms and legs as he sat up, with a wild look in his eyes, which the pair had only seen once before. "It was my turn to be the Dom tonight! So, I'm going to be Dom tonight! Any problem with that, my ladies?"

Regina gasped. He rarely did it, but she secretly loved it when Robin turned all caveman on her! He was always so careful, so gentle, so obliging of her feelings. But occasionally, when he'd put up with quite enough of her shit, he could become quite fierce. And she loved it! Emma had only seen a flash of it once before, though Regina had mentioned what could happen.

"Remember the safe word?" he almost growled, an evil smirk appearing on the brunette's face as she nodded without speaking. "And you, Emma? Do you remember our safe word?"

He looked almost predatory. Like he was about to have her for dinner. "Beetlejuice?"

"You chose it, Emma. Now, ready?" Again, Regina nodded, not sure where this was going, but sure as hell wanting to find out. Emma saw that look, and also nodded.

"Good! Now, let's see. Or in your case, let's not see! Close your eyes, both of you." Within seconds, Emma felt a soft, padded, yet secure blindfold appear over her eyes, blocking out all light. "Hey?"

Regina got the same treatment. "Okay Robin, I can't see a thing! Emma, sounds like you're blind too?" She nervously giggled the words. She knew Robin would never hurt them, but the uncertainty was still there!

"Now, unlike what you did to me, I won't tie you down to the bed. But…" A moment later, Emma felt herself being lifted off the bed, clearly by magic, and she felt herself floating in the air! Then, a warm magical force rolled her over, so she was probably facing down, floating over the bed. "Woah! What the hell?" she laughed, knowing she was probably safe, but definitely not in control. Next, she felt a soft binding on each wrist as she was tied to something. No, not something. Someone. "Robin, what's going on?"

"Emma, he's bound your wrists to mine! It appears you're floating just above me! Robin, at least lower her on to me? Is this intended to be kinky or just perverted?" she asked, her voice growing slightly concerned.

"Neither. Just an awful lot of fun. For me!" said the deeper voice nearby, as Emma felt herself being lowered slightly. "Remember, you can always use the safe word and I'll stop immediately! So now ladies, just what was it you bought yourselves on your trip? Oh yes, here it is! The 'Athena Rechargeable Strapless Strap-On'? My, it looks fun. Have you tried it yet?"

Regina now chuckled loudly. "Robin, don't you dare!" her laughing set Emma off too. "You're supposed to be turning us on, not putting on a circus act!"

He ignored them. ""'3 intensity levels & 4 pulsation patterns…easier grip…full vibration through each end'" he read. "Girls, you're very naughty, replacing me with some sort of novelty garden hose? And a vibrating one at that! Now then, let's see how it works, shall we?" They heard him take it out and switch it on, as a small whirring noise came.

"Robin, if you really are intending to use that on one of us, you need to sterilise it first!" called Emma. "And lubricate it!"

"That's what magic's for..." He cast a short disinfecting spell over the device. "And I wasn't going to use it on one of you. I thought I'd use it on both of you! That's what it's for isn't it?"

"Robin! If you're really intending to…OOOH!" she said, as she felt a now-lubricated warm object being slowly inserted between her labia. He moved it slowly down and carefully, working the double-bulbed end along then inside her. "Easy there!" she gasped. Her shock at the insertion was mollified by the vibration of it as he worked it inside. "God! We hadn't switched it on before. It feels…really rather good!" her breathing became erratic.

Emma quickly realised what had just happened. "Well that's Gina sorted. What about me?"

"Patience. Give me a moment." Seeing she was still wearing her now crumpled G-string, he swiftly eased them off down and off her. "Better still, let's not ruin all that nice lingerie!" he breathed from behind her. A second later, Emma and Regina felt their clothes disappear completely, the blonde's breasts dropping down slightly at their release, to rest against more warm flesh. Regina's. She recognised the feeling of Regina's thighs now sliding around her own as their stomachs pressed together. Before she had a chance to react, she felt him gently part her lower lips before manoeuvring his fingers…no, the device…gently inside her, bending the longer end gently to fit snugly between the two of them.

"It's in you, too?" whispered Regina. "Yeah!" her lover responded. "Feels good, but we need to move…" Emma now attempted to grind into her, though without use of her arms it was proving difficult. "Rob, you do know we can't get the benefit of this with our wrists tied, don't you?" said Regina. "We need to move with it in, just like the real thing"

"You're absolutely right. Though it does look rather incredible from down here! Now, before I let you go, how does it compare to the 'real thing'?"

Emma knew all men have fragile egos when it came to women's toys. She also knew their response would dictate what he did next. Time to massage that ego, girl!

"It feels great when it's on – but it just can't compare to a real one!" she whispered back, encouragingly.

"It could never compare to you, Robin!" added Regina, knowing they were now playing him.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, miladies, though not sure whether you really mean it! So, let's find out, shall we?" And with that, he gently eased the device straight out of them both, throwing it to one side before magically freeing their wrists, moving onto his knees on the bed and without any warning, eased his now seriously engorged cock gently inside Emma. She gasped at the difference in thickness. "OOH! No, definitely NO comparison! Haaah, easy there, tiger!" she shuddered as her body adjusted to him. "That's definitely…goooood!"

Feeling the Saviour's mound start to push down against her abdomen, Regina wrapped her legs around the blonde, feeling Robin's warm hands take her calves and gently raise them, to accommodate Emma's frame more easily. Though he wasn't actually inside her, Regina could still feel what he was doing to Emma. "You'd better have the strength to carry on with me after, outlaw! You promised me a better orgasm than the last one!" she moaned.

"A promise I will deliver, my love, come hell or high water!" he puffed, now holding Emma's thighs from behind and driving hard in to her. His mind went back to the very first time they had made love, in just this position! Though this time, he wanted to make them climax fully, before allowing himself his own release. He knew Emma was very close as she appeared to be tightening on him.

"Gina. Hold me!" gasped Emma. With her blindfold still in place, the brunette dropped her hand down between them to seek out Emma's clitoris, only to find Robin's larger fingers were already there. "I'm…I'm…FUCK, ROBIN! GINA! OH YES! YES! YES!" she screamed as the fierce jolt ran straight through her.

After he gave her time to settle, she clenched him tightly before he slowly eased himself out of her. Expecting to be moved to one side so he could give Regina what she's asked for, Emma was instead surprised to find her lower half once again being lifted into the air!

She then heard Regina hiss loudly under her. "Aaaaah, steady!" He was clearly already inserting himself inside her. Emma now felt Robin's shoulders move under her thighs as she floated, his warm hands around her as he took her weight. "What the hell…!" She gasped, when she realised what he was doing. His mouth moved directly onto her entrance, before sliding his tongue slowly inside her, making a moaning noise in appreciation. She imagined what the scene must look like, his mouth on her pussy as she lay suspended in mid-air, with his cock no doubt buried deep in Regina as judging from the jolting, he was ploughing her remorselessly. Just the thought sent her a little dizzy!

It took less than a couple of minutes for Regina to reach her peak, as Robin's lips now latched on to Emma's clit. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

As Regina's peak hit, she reached out, grabbing Emma firmly, to rag her mouth down onto her own, firing her tongue inside as she heard his familiar low growl; the sure sign he was finally coming.

As he finally withdrew, completely sated, the blindfolds disappeared, and the two women blinked at the bright light. Emma rolled off Regina, still holding her as they lay side-by-side.

"You alright?" asked the Saviour.

"More than alright!" I really needed that!" She kissed her forehead.

"Me too! I've never seen our boy act like that before," Emma whispered. "I rather liked it! I was a little nervous and I nearly yelled out 'Beetlejuice' when he had me floating there! Quite the Master Dom, when he wants to be!"

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Emma?" He was just within earshot of her last comment. "Though you do know, it's your turn to be Dom next time? I'm sure you'll exact a suitable revenge!" He rose from them, to go to the head of the bed and roll down the duvet.

"You can count on it! Now, although we just had one, I think I need another shower…"

"Shame..." Robin climbed under the duvet, Regina moving quickly into his right side, as it was his turn in the middle. "I rather like the smell of the three of us after we've made love..."

Emma looked at them, all snuggled up, before deciding to forgo the shower and just climb in beside them instead. "You, Mr. Locksley, are becoming kinkier and kinkier as you get older."

"Any complaints?" He wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulder, pulling her in to rest on his left, opposite Regina's contented face on the other side. She leant across, pecking her on the lips.

"None whatsoever."

~oOo~