Here we go. Another one for you all. Thanks as always for all the reviews and welcome to all the new followers, we're picking up a good few which is great :)
Not safe for work and things get a little intense. Warning for blood play. Next chapter won't be too long.
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Red ran back to her rooms but couldn't hold back the urge to transform so she went with it, knocking over her table and chairs as she did. A growl and she was out of the door and running past the guards who simply stood back to let her past. As soon as she was free of the palace walls she let out a howl, venting all her frustration to the moon before she took off into the forest. It felt good to run and she stretched every muscle and tendon to it's fullest as she tried to get over the feelings Emma and the queen had stirred in her.
Yes, she was jealous, she reasoned as she fell into a steady lope, legs moving effortlessly over the rough ground. She was used to being the queen's favourite toy. Others had come and gone, like that huntsman, Graham, she thought with a growl but he was long gone now. But Emma was different. The queen seemed to be connecting with her on the same level she did Red and that concerned the wolf.
Not because she jealous, she was but there was more to her fears than that. What she feared was that the queen would get attached and the slave would eventually leave or the very least disappoint her mistress. That could end badly for them all. Red wasn't stupid, she knew her mistress cared for her in her own twisted way but Red would never leave her. Not after everything the queen had done for the wolf.
Emma was different, she was not of this world and although she seemed to be fitting almost effortlessly into the queen's life she wasn't from here. Another world was in her blood. Well, it could be depending on her true parentage, Red mused as she crested another hill. She paused and let rip a howl which was answered by others of her kind. She smiled, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth, she had company. Another howl called the wolves to her, she wanted to run with a pack tonight.
Red had lost to the slave and she had been punished. That was fair in her mind, the strong overpowered the weak and she knew that was why she had been attracted to the blonde in that moment, and the domination that followed. But, it was not surprising given the fact that Red had only ever been beaten by the queen before.
Being made to submit was a turn on for her despite her instincts, or maybe it was because of those? Red had never had to analyse these things before because until now it had been all about the queen. She doubted the feelings for Emma would last past her run tonight, she belonged to the queen and the queen only.
But the wolf understood how the queen worked. Her mistress had taken the opportunity to bond the slave to her, demonstrating an understanding of her broken psyche, much as she had the wolf's when she first came to the queen.
Red had seen the way Emma had been both before and after her whipping, seen the change in the blonde and that was the queen's doing. Red had experienced that herself and knew how profound that felt. Emma would be different tomorrow, of that she was sure.
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"Come," Regina led the way direct to her bedchamber, avoiding the bathing room, doors opening before her. Emma didn't hesitate, she was now ready for whatever the queen could throw at her, or so she hoped.
A casual gesture and Regina had her slave naked. Emma jumped but was becoming more used to the queen's magic so her freak out was minimal. The blonde stood on the rug at the foot of the queen's bed, where the queen had taken her, fucked her and she couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next.
"You have pleased me today," the queen purred as she stalked her pet, approaching from the side, just on the edge on the slave's peripheral vision. "Time for you reward, hmmm, dear?" Emma held still as the queen stepped ever closer, not knowing what she had planned but too aroused to really question her intentions.
Emma's heart raced faster the closer the queen came but now she was excited, not resentful or wanting to dominate her mistress as she had before, that need had been channelled into Red's punishment.
Regina circled her pet, once again admiring her physique, memories of her slave fighting her wolf bringing a smirk to her face and a flush of arousal to her body. The blonde had been so aggressive, so primal and it excited her that she was once again willingly submitting to her mistress.
When the queen came to stand directly in front of the blonde their eyes locked and Emma saw something she hadn't seen there before. A dark swirling fire, it was unnatural, magic, but the blonde couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Who do you belong to?" Regina purred, tongue peeking out between perfect, plump lips. Or Emma thought they were perfectly plump as her eye dropped to that devilish tongue.
"You, Mistress," Emma husked, eyes not leaving the queen's mouth. Regina noticed the blonde's fixation and licked her lips, her pet exhaled sharply which caused a dark chuckle to rumble form the queen's chest.
"You, my dear pet," sharp white teeth came down to bite on the soft flesh of Regina's lip as she paused. "You are exquisite," she complimented the blonde but didn't miss the frown her words wrought and she smiled, a half smile, knowing that the blonde saw her beauty in the reflected actions of admiration but did not see herself that way. She took what she had been born with and used it but did not feel beautiful. Red was the same and the queen knew how to deal with that.
But, for now she had more carnal activities in mind.
"Against the wall," the queen gestured to the wall that was opposite the end of her bed. Emma dutifully padded over and raised her arms up, either side of her head to where leather cuffs hung open. She kept her eyes down but couldn't withhold the flinch that came when the queen's magic clasped them shut, a jerk tested their strength, she wasn't going anywhere until the queen released her. With that in mind Emma settled her body, legs slightly apart, arms hanging loosely from the cuffs. She could be here some time.
When positioned she looked up and saw the queen watching her, eyes still dark with her magic and it made her expression impossible to read. Emma's eyes were fixed on her mistress as the queen began to undress, first went the heavy skirt which fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, then the bodice joined it, leaving the queen in her smoke grey silk shift.
Emma wanted to see the queen naked again, as she had the time when she had helped her mistress bathe then massaged her but she knew this was different. Sex was an act of power and although the slave knew the queen was comfortable in her own body she was limiting Emma's control of the situation by choosing to remain partially clothed. They were not equals. The thin silk a stark reminder of this.
Regina trailed her eyes over her pet, green eyes were hooded but the pupils blown. Lips reddened, a little swollen from the fight, ab's tensed deliciously as she hung from the cuffs. She was very pleasing to the eye, her bondage taken willingly, truly submissive to her mistress.
The queen reached out and toyed with the blonde's collar, not pulling, just running the tips of her fingers between the metal and soft skin. The collar reacted to the touch of it's mistress, warming and beginning to hum, the sensation earning a gasp from the slave as the magic began to trickle through her, following her veins as it coursed through her body, it felt cold and the blonde began to shiver with the pleasure it was causing her.
Emma felt her legs begin to tremble as the sensation built, just as she thought she was about to cum there was a flicker of movement followed by a searing pain.
Regina stepped back as her slave cried out, the sound music to her ears and she admired the bloom of scarlet as a wound opened, running parallel but under her pet's collar bone, a thin rivulet of blood running down the valley between the slave's breasts. A hand reached out and a sharp nail slowly mirrored the wound on the other side of the blonde's chest, crimson liquid running down to join that caused by the first.
Emma hissed at the pain, it stung like a mother fucker but she had experienced worse, and deeper wounds, inflicted both for recreation or in the line of bounty hunting duty. Either way she was prepared for the pain and in fact her body welcomed it.
The queen stood and watched her slave's reaction. The blonde first hissed at the pain then after a deep breath seemed to settle into herself, a light flush gracing her cheeks and neck.
"Look at me," the queen commanded and Emma obeyed, her own eyes hooded and breathing heavier than it had been a few moments before. Emma knew what this was about. It was about power and ownership. She was being marked again to be reminded who she belonged to, her earlier challenge to the queen's dominance was not going unpunished. She just wished she wasn't enjoying it so much, it made it hard to remember she was supposed to be resisting the queen's attempts to win her over.
Regina held her pet's eyes as she reached out and dragged her fingernails on both hands down the side of the slaves ribs. Another cry as she cut deep, blood immediately welling from the deep scratches and beginning to run down exquisitely muscled sides, over the curve of a hip and continued it journey down strong legs where it began to pool on the floor.
The queen pressed her palms against newly bloodied flesh, the pressure drawing a low moan from the blonde. Regina knew her pet was enjoying this, maybe not the branding but certainly the pain, so she pressed harder and the slave's breathing deepened and she moaned again, this time it was throatier, louder but her green eyes never left the queen's.
Emma watched as the queen smiled, a predatory smirk which had the blonde wondering what was coming next. Her skin was burning where it had been cut and her sex was throbbing. She was in no danger, she knew the wounds were superficial and the blood loss nothing to be concerned about. What was concerning her right then was the way fingers were dancing up her inner thighs.
"Ah!" This time the action had caught her completely by surprise, identical cuts had opened beneath the queen's fingers, her magic effortlessly cutting the skin but it didn't stop there as a warm body pressed her back against the wall, breasts with hardened nipples crushing hers as the queen leaned into her body.
"Do you like that, pet?" The queen purred, Emma letting out a whimper as a hot tongue took a swipe over the first cut on her breast bone.
"Yes, Mistress," the words were little more than a gasp but that was because of the burn of arousal that had accompanied the feel of her mistresses tongue on her abused flesh.
"Such a good pet," Regina murmured as she took her time, licking and tasting the blonde's skin that she had wounded, the tang of copper on her tongue.
Regina felt the blonde tense then start to pant, short almost desperate breaths and she smiled against soft skin. Emma cried out when she felt fingers on her sex, there was a sharp shock, a buzz of electricity from where the queen's fingers were now in direct contact with her clit. It stopped as soon as it had started but it left a ghost of a feeling, a feeling of needing more and Emma tugged on her bonds as she tried to increase the pressure, she needed more.
The queen rested her palm on Emma's stomach and slid it slowly up her body, slipping effortlessly due to the blood smearing the blonde's pale skin, enjoying the feel of tensed ab's, then up between her breasts and until a hand clasped around her throat, tight but not restricting the airway, yet.
Her pet whimpered as she flexed her fingers, holding the slave's head up and against the wall as her other hand gently, barely teased her sex, soft pads of her fingers stroking the slick folds. Another trickle of magic left the queen and Emma cried out, it was a sensation she had no comparison for, more intimate than any sex toy, the way it swam through her veins and intoxicated her.
Regina smiled and with a simple thought her shift vanished, leaving them skin to skin. Emma arched her body off the wall and pressed every inch of skin she could against the queen's, so soft, was all her brain could register as the warmth of her mistresses body seeped into hers. Regina began touching her pet with more purpose, teasing her entrance, circling it lightly with the tip of her finger. Emma tried to to thrust her hips down, she wanted those torturous fingers inside her, she needed them, craved them.
"Who is your mistress?" Regina purred and her pet whimpered.
"You are, Mistress," Emma gasped.
"Who is your queen?" Regina rested the tips of two fingers at the entrance to her slaves sex, a sharp crackle of magic leaving them and pulsing through her slave, hand tightening around her pet's throat.
"You -, you are, My Queen," Emma cried out. As she spoke the words, Regina acknowledged her pet's surrender to her queen and strong fingers thrust inside the blonde's aching muscle, setting a punishing pace as Regina forced them in and out of the tight hole, muscle clenching around them, drawing her deeper inside.
Emma was frantic, desperate for release and she was exhaling a constant stream of whimpers and moans as she was pinned against the wall and fucked by the queen. Regina was finding her slave's reactions to her touch extremely satisfying, the blonde was completely at her mercy and giving herself fully to her mistress.
Just when Emma thought she couldn't take any more the queen upped the ante, the fingers tightened on her throat and the magic began to course through her body, originating from the queen's fingers buried deep inside, constantly pressing and rubbing against her g-spot, magic pulsing through her. Emma felt her muscles contract, she was going to cum.
Regina felt her pet's inner walls begin to tremble and smiled to herself, one final stroke which had her pet shuddering and she pulled out and stood back to observe her handiwork. Her pet was flushed, all over her sweat sheened body, the blood still slowly meandering it's way down her pale skin, gravity painting it's masterpiece in scarlet.
When Emma managed to comprehend what had happened she looked up in confusion, she had been so close. She was still so close, looking ups he found those dark eyes observing her. Regina smirked, her pet was confused and her body on the brink of orgasm and it would stay that way
as long as the queen pleased. Emma blinked then hissed as a rivulet of sweat met one of her cuts, the pain cut through her daze.
Regina smiled at the sound. Yes, her pet had won the fight but she was still the queen's slave and the queen was having fun. An idle hand reached out and pinched the blonde's clit, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger and her pet howled in both protest and arousal. Emma couldn't escape the pressure and it felt as though she was going to explode but there was no release only a steady increase in her arousal until she was gritting her teeth, trying not to cry out.
The queen sighed happily at the sight. Most, except Red, would have been begging by now but she hadn't expected any less from her new toy. Regina stretched her neck, cracking it as she surveyed her prize, hanging on her wall, a perfect picture of debauchery. Ah! A click of her fingers and her pet let out a hoarse cry, her nipples being pinched harshly between metal clamps that bit down on sensitive flesh.
Perfect! Regina sighed happily and flicked her hand one more time before walking up to where her pet and pressing her body up close so their bodies were flush. Emma whimpered as the queen touched her, the magic intensifying as she came into contact with her mistress. She had never experienced anything like it. It felt so good yet it was almost painful in it's intensity, it was the highest peak before climax with no release in sight. It was an almost welcome relief when dark silk covered her eyes, tying securely behind her head and bringing darkness.
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Next on The Collar
"Good morning, Mistress," Red murmured, still unsure of how she was going to be received.
"Good run?" Regina enquired and waited for her wolf to turn and face her. Red couldn't help but stare at the naked, blood smeared queen. Emma. She thought and involuntarily looked towards the queen's bed chamber, now she was focused she could smell the blonde's blood.