Another one for you, sorry for the mistakes in the last chapter, I was a little drunk when uploaded. Sorry! But, thanks as always for all the reviews, new followers and faves. Now the introductory section of the story is almost done with things will start to move forward soon.
Not sure when the next chapter will be up but I'm working on but it could be up to a week. But, as always it will be with you sooner if I can.
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Emma woke to feel her collar almost burning her with it's heat. She took a moment to realise she had been sleeping, curled up on the soft rug at the end of the queen's bed where she had collapsed after her mistress had finished with her.
Scrambling to her feet she saw that the queen's bed was empty and the door to the bath chamber was open, as the blonde walked towards it the collar began to lose it's heat. So that was what Red had meant, the collar was leading her to the queen. As Emma entered the bathroom she saw the queen was already in the tub, relaxing with her back to the bedroom doorway. Emma admired the sight of strong shoulders where they rested against the edge of the pool and felt a twinge in her sex as she was reminded of the fucking she had been given the night before.
"Wash my hair," the queen commanded, breaking her reverie and Emma silently padded across the tiled floor so that she was kneeling behind where her mistress was resting in the water. "Get in." The slave paused before slipping into the warm water, the brunette moving forward so pet slave could slip in behind her, the blonde repressing a shudder as her skin brushed against the smooth expanse of her mistress's back.
"There." A well sculpted arm reached out and pointed to a bottle by the side of the bath, Emma took the bottle and poured some of the lotion onto her hands, rubbing them together to form a lather. This was then applied to the queen's hair, Emma taking time to massage the queen's scalp as she did.
Regina was pleasantly surprised by the blonde's skill, she felt herself relax further as the massage continued. So relaxed that she unconsciously sunk back against the blonde. It wasn't until she registered hard nipples pressing against her back that she pulled away, the slow exhale the only sign of the blonde's arousal.
"Wash it out," Emma obeyed, using the bowl on thee side of the pool for that purpose. She had been very aware of the queen's relaxed state and felt a twinge of pride that the guarded woman had responded so well to her touch.
Emma had found that massage was a very easy way to reward her slaves, most of them had high powered jobs and it always amazed her how responsive they were to a simple touch, especially immediately after a punishment, it bonded them to her and made her job a lot easier. It seemed the queen was no exception. However, Emma knew the queen would never submit to her but was flattered her touch caused some reaction.
After her slave had finished rinsing her hair she spoke.
"Mistress?" She questioned, hands resting lightly on Regina's shoulders, fingers poised to massage, clearly indicating her intent. The queen nodded her consent and strong fingers began to lightly knead the tight muscles. Regina hadn't realised how tense she was until her pet began to turn her muscle to jelly. She felt weightless in the water a she was held upright by the blonde behind her. "Mistress?" Emma queried again.
"Yes?" Regina practically moaned as her slave hit a particularly sore spot on her spine.
"It would be more comfortable for you to be lying down for this," Emma suggested cautiously.
"Alright," the queen agreed, forcing herself to pull away and step out of the tub, Emma boosted herself out a split second behind and grabbed a towel, kneeling at the queen's feet as she began to dry her mistress, taking care to ensure the skin was perfectly dry before slipping behind the brunette to wrap up her hair in a fresh towel so it wouldn't drip, then another around her torso. She then followed the queen back through to her bedroom, resisting the strange urge she had to lift the smaller woman in her arms and carry her.
Regina allowed the attention, there was no denying her pet was very good at what she did. She was dry and already a lot more relaxed than she had been for a long time. As she lay face down on the bed she felt it dip slightly.
"Mistress?" Her pet questioned.
"You may," she gave her permission and felt her pet settle lightly over her hips but holding herself above her mistress, her long legs making it easy to straddle the smaller woman. This was the most intimate they had been with each other but strangely Regina found she had no objection to it. A click of her fingers and a bottle of oil appeared on the small table next to the bed.
Emma blinked but poured some oil onto her hands, warming it between her palms before applying in generously to the queen's skin. Regina stifled a moan, now her pet had proper access she really went to work, strong hands starting at her neck and slowly working down her body, leaving her muscles relaxed and fluid beneath her touch.
Emma took her time, the queen had a lot of knots she had to work out and she found herself enjoying the task. Usually this was done as a means to an end, not because she wanted to and she found herself wanting to, just because she could. It was a rather strange position for the blonde to be in and she tried to ignore Red's warning that kept coming to mind as she kneaded the perfect flesh under her hands. She was also receiving a rather pleasing tingle where her skin was in direct contact with the queen's, a low hum which the blonde attributed to the queen's magic.
When Regina felt her slave reach the crest of her buttocks the hands paused.
"Go on," she smiled to herself, pleased at the courtesy. Dealing with her pet had not been the problem she thought it might be. She had anticipated her pride being more of an issue, of the relationship to be more of a battle. But, her pet seemed to have fully committed to her role, not holding back and although Regina was a little disappointed not to have had to really punish her yet it was also a refreshing change to have one so well trained and obviously skilled attend to her without having to break her first.
Another moan almost broke loose as Regina was distracted with her thoughts, the massage was sensual but not overly sexual, although she held no doubt it was in the blonde's repertoire. This was relaxing rather than overly arousing and she felt herself drifting, her thoughts becoming heavy as her pet left her ass and continued down her legs, even encompassing her feet.
It wasn't until later that she jerked awake. She was laying on her stomach in her bed with a light blanket over her naked body. The sound of raised voices coming from her main chamber roused her into action.
Emma had left the queen after she realised she had fallen asleep. She grinned at the fact that the bad-ass queen had succumbed so easily to her touch. But, she heeded Red's advice and after covering the sleeping monarch had slipped back to her room and tiny adjacent bathroom to see to her own needs before returning to the queen's chamber. Before she had taken up the required position she had been disturbed by a knocking on the door of the main chamber.
The blonde frowned, knowing how poorly the queen would take being disturbed. So, she padded out to the main room just as the queen's Captain entered the room. He must have had clearance to do so as the doors would only open to those authorised by the queen. However, when he saw the queen's slave but no queen he drew his sword.
"Where is she?" He roared, not trusting this strange woman who seemed to have wormed her way into the queen's bed without effort.
"Sleeping," Emma crossed her arms and despite her nakedness she cast an imposing figure as she positioned herself between the captain and the door to the queen's bedroom. "If you wake her it will be on both our heads," she warned. Knowing it would likely be her who would receive the punishment but hoping the man's intelligence would see the validity of her words.
"What have you done to her? She never sleeps during the day," Braxas snarled. He knew his queen had deviant tastes and enjoyed her slaves at any time of the day or night but she always set the wards on her door, if she had been otherwise engaged he would not have been able to enter.
He made a lunge to get past the blonde but she sidestepped into his path, seemingly unphased that she was facing an armed man totally naked. Another shift and he thought he had passed her, instead she reached out and grabbed him, they spun until he his face was pressed against the rough stone, his arm twisted at a painful angle behind his back.
Regina magicked an outfit with the click of her fingers then burst through the door to her bedchamber to see what the hell was going on. She wasn't prepared for the sight of her naked slave seemingly effortlessly restraining the captain of her guard.
"What is the meaning of this?" She yelled, the chandelier above her head rattling with the force of her words. "Unhand him, now!" She snarled at the blonde who reluctantly let he captive go. Braxas whirled and pressed the blade of his sword against the slave's throat, Emma forced herself not to fight back and waited for her mistress to act.
"This, wench," Braxas spat, "would not let me through to you chambers." He hissed. "Your wards were not set so I was concerned for your safety, Your Majesty." He explained, his eyes glued on the blonde.
"My naked, female, slave bested you Braxas?" The queen raised a perfect brow as she observed her rattled captain. "Maybe she can teach you a thing or two, hmmm?" Braxas was furious at the comment but would never let it show. Instead he glowered at the blonde as if by staring he could make her combust.
"I was concerned, My Queen," he ground out.
"And you? What right did you have to deny my Captain entry?" She asked her slave who frowned. Emma was confused by the question but answered honestly.
"I told him you were asleep, he ignored my polite request to leave you alone," Emma glared at the man which wasn't missed by the queen. "I didn't think you would want him disturbing you," Emma shrugged and the queen frowned. "And," Emma continued, "Red warned me to only take orders from yourself, Mistress, or her if she was carrying out your wishes." Regina frowned as she observed her two subjects.
"Braxas, what did you require?" The captain straightened. "And for goodness sake remove that blade from her throat. I don't want to have to clean up blood from my floor!" Braxas reluctantly lowered his sword but not without a final, distrusting glare at the slave. "And besides, you know what that collar means," she jabbed her finger at the collar her slave was wearing.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he mumbled.
"Your purpose, Braxas?" Regina was losing patience now and was livid that all her slave's good work was being undone minutes after she had woken.
"I wanted to inform you that the criminal you punished yesterday has died. What do you want me to do with the body?"
"Could you not have sent Red with this message? Then all this," she waved her hand around to encompass her chamber, "could have been avoided."
"I'm sorry, My Queen," he apologised, wary of his mistress's wrath.
"Put him above the gate," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Go!" Regina dismissed Braxas and lifted her hand to rub her forehead. That massage had been a complete waste of time! While the queen was momentarily distracted Emma remembered her place and dropped to her knees, awaiting her Queen's pleasure.
When Braxas left the room Regina took a moment to observe her slave where she knelt on her designated spot.
"You did well," she praised, Emma kept her eyes down but felt vindicated in her actions. "He can be trusted but he wasn't thinking. He knows the collar prevents you harming me. However, if anyone other than Braxas or Red ever tries to disturb me you have my permission to prevent them."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma murmured in acknowledgement.
"You are skilled," Regina continued. "Where did you learn to defend yourself so well? Look at me." Emma looked up into curious brown eyes.
"As I grew up, Mistress. I watched fighters train and used what I learned to protect myself." Regina paused as she considered her slave's words, maybe she had underestimated this ones chances of survival outside the palace? Not that it mattered now, she was hers. The deal was made. The collar was on.
"Well, I will require you to keep up any training you need to maintain those skills, I will speak with Red about it."
"Yes, Mistress, the blonde replied respectfully and Emma was pleased at the request, she had been worried that she would soon become weak with so little food and exercise. That thought scared her nearly as much as being at the queen's mercy, she needed to be fit and strong to survive this ordeal intact.
Emma stayed where she was as the queen sat at her desk, seemingly forgetting about her. As time passed there was a knock on the outer door and Red slipped through. The wolf flicked an experienced eye over the slave, she could see no visible wounds but that didn't mean she didn't have any. Red stayed by the door, knowing her queen was fully aware of her presence and would address her when she was ready.
Regina sighed and pushed her final scroll to one side, she hated the paperwork involved in running a kingdom, but she would rather pay attention to even the smallest details than let things slide through laziness. It was through hard work, not luck, that the kingdom had increased it's productivity and wealth since she had begun ruling. And maybe a little fear, she smirked to herself.
"Red, my pet is yours for the rest of the day. Give her a full tour of the palace and grounds and take her to the seamstress to be measured but tell the woman to come to me for instruction." Red nodded. "Until then she will dress in the clothes you have loaned her."
"Yes, Mistress," Red acknowledged her understanding of the instructions.
"Pet, go dress." The queen clicked her fingers.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma did as she was told, padding lightly to her small room where she dressed quickly in the leather pants and cotton shirt Red had given her then returned to the main chamber.
She hesitated before entering as Red was kneeling by the queen who was holding her close by a fistful of the wolf's shirt, kissing her deeply. The slave did not want to intrude so moved swiftly to her designated position and resumed her kneeling position, eyes averted from the pair.
She kept her eyes down but heard muffled whimpers which she assumed were the wolf.
"Good girl," Regina purred as she rewarded the brunette's recent loyalty, her hand slipping down into the wolf's pants, slicking over her erect clit, a burst of magic and a final pinch sending her over, the wolf keening softly, sound muted by the kiss they shared.
Red rested her head on her mistress's shoulder as she caught her breath, grateful for the release and the physical contact with her mistress. She liked Emma, she did but she had been worried that the queen's new toy would keep her occupied with no room for her wolf. However, she was grateful to her queen for the reassurances murmured in her ear as she had been fucked, she was still needed by the queen, still considered her pet and would not be passed over in favour of the novelty that was Emma Swan.
A soft kiss was placed on the queen's neck as Red moved off Regina, her eyes bright and cheeks still flushed. The queen smiled, reaching up to stroke the soft skin of her wolf's cheek, a low growl of contentment rumbling from her chest as she did.
"Now go, but before you do anything I want you both to eat," the queen commanded her pets. "She is to have as much as she wants from my kitchen, I need you both strong." Emma heard the words and was flooded with relief, she was starving and knew she was getting towards the end of her natural reserves. "You are to see she receives three meals a day unless I say otherwise," Regina instructed her Red who nodded. "If she is with me send food for us both, otherwise she will eat with you or you will arrange to have food sent here for her to consume. I am trusting you with her well-being when not in my company and I will not tolerate failure on this!" Regina warned with a growl.
"Yes, Mistress. Of course, you can trust me," Red sounded a little hurt.
"I know," a gentle hand reached out to pet her long dark hair as the queen smiled down at her. "Now go." She urged with a nod. "I will call you when I require you again."
"Yes, My Queen," Red replied as she rose to her feet.
"Come," Red instructed Emma who rose to follow, ducking her head in a bow to her mistress before leaving the room, the gesture causing the queen's lips to twitch, not a smile but Emma knew she had pleased her.
"First the kitchens," Red turned to smile at the blonde. "I'm sorry, you must be starving, sometimes the Queen's other needs distract her from more basic functions. I think she would starve if I didn't have her food sent to her," Emma cataloged the information and the genuine care the wolf seemed to hold for the sometimes brutal woman.
"Did she hurt you badly?" Red questioned softly once they were away from the queen's chambers and in another part of the palace. It was enormous.
"I won't be comfortable sitting down for a few days," Emma admitted quietly. "But other than that, nothing lasting," Red's head swiveled to face her, the blonde's tone raising her curiosity.
"It was good?"
"Yes," Emma didn't meet the wolf's eyes as she replied. Red didn't fail to notice the tension in her companion's jaw as she spoke.
"It's Ok, it's impossible not to feel it. She's just so good at getting inside our heads," Red smiled softly, knowing how hard this must be for the blonde to accept, she had felt the same, in the beginning. Emma didn't comment, just grunted and the wolf dropped the subject. The rest of their journey was silent, the wolf leaving the slave to her thoughts as they walked.
"These are the main kitchens," Red explained as they entered a series of interlinked chambers on the ground floor of the castle. "The queen feeds her people well, better than most would get outside the castle, it keeps them loyal." Emma nodded at the logic. "But, the queen's personal cook is over here. She feeds us too. Come on, I'll introduce you." Emma followed her companion, friend? She needed some alone time to absorb everything she had learned and experienced since her arrival but did not know when she was likely to get it.
"Cook," Red smiled at the surprisingly young woman who was mixing ingredients in a bowl. She was probably in her late thirties and attractive in her own way.
"Red! Come to eat the supply stores empty?" She greeted the wolf with what Emma deduced to be a mock growl.
"Not this time," Red replied cheerfully. "This is Emma, she is serving the Queen," the introduction polite but Emma did not miss the way wary eyes flicked to her collar.
"I see, will she be with us for long?" The cook replied, her tone indicating that she doubted it.
"The queen is very taken with her, the collar is magical and she is to be fitted for clothes." Red's reply caused raised brows and a begrudging nod of her head as though the explanation was sufficient to assuage the woman's concerns.
"So this is the one everyone is talking about?"
"She is," Red confirmed with a nod. "The Queen wants her feeding up so she stays healthy, what with being sick and spending time with the Queen she's barely eaten since she arrived. I have been told to let her eat her fill, at every meal." The cook scowled then gestured to a table set in an alcove.
"That is the Queen's and officers food, help yourselves."
"Thanks, Cook," Red smiled and motioned for Emma to follow her, the wolf grabbing two large platters as she did. Emma surveyed the offerings and her mouth watered. "Help yourself," Emma nodded and watched as the wolf piled her plate high with a bit of everything but especially the meat.
Red was surprised to see the blonde take as much food as she did.
"We can come back for more but for now let's take this out."
"Ok," Emma agreed, trusting that the wolf wouldn't get her in any trouble with the queen. Red led the way out a side door, passing a guard as they did, Emma was surprised when he saluted them as they went past, Red nodding her head in acknowledgement as they walked by.
"Some hate me but most respect my position. It is no secret that the Queen has been calmer since I've been around," Red explained matter of factly. "Everyone also knows that I take the brunt of her bad moods which earns me respect, from most."
"I can see why," Emma responded, now fully aware of what that entailed. If Red had been with the queen over five years then she had nothing but respect for her.
"But, I have heard talk, people are worried that you're not up to the task, that she will tire of you which has happened to most, not all of her other pets." Red continued as they walked. "And, when she does her mood is sour for weeks. They think you won't last, that she will get bored of you." Now some of the looks Emma had been getting began to make sense to the blonde.
"Some are just jealous and making trouble but I've taken care of most of them," the brunette turned and smiled, her teeth seeming a little sharper than usual. Or was it just the light? Emma couldn't be sure.
They came to a stop on a terrace that over looked a beautiful garden.
"The queen's pride and joy," Red pointed to the apple tree in the centre of the space and Emma frowned.
"In my world we have a story, a fairy tale, a children's story," Emma spoke as they settled themselves at a small table surrounded by chairs, it was warm and sunny, not like the winter she had left behind. "It tells of an evil queen and her quest to kill her step daughter, Snow White." Red froze and looked up from the food she was eating.
"You know of this?" She queried, amazed.
"I know the story but it doesn't quite fit with what I'm seeing here. Is there a Snow White?" Emma asked the seemingly innocent question.
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Emma flinched as the bone handled fork in Red's hand snapped, the wolf looking up with a snarl, teeth elongated and eyes fully yellow.