Here we are, another one for you. Warnings for dub con in this chapter.
Life is pretty hectic right now but I'll get the next one up as soon as I can.
Lil'D x
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"My Queen, this is Greta. You may have seen her around the palace previously." Regina didn't speak, simply beckoned the girl forward and she approached the throne, coming to a stop near the foot of the dais.
Red tensed as she watched the queen rise and gracefully descend each step, eyes locked on the younger wolf who's own eyes were flicking between the queen and the slave who was still kneeling next to the throne, green eyes lowered as was her duty.
Regina reached the floor and came to stand in front of the girl, dark eyes, running over her countenance, studying her, appraising her. A sniff, she liked what she saw, the girl was extremely attractive, on a par with Red. The hair was curlier and she was not as tall but had the same lithe but strong build that female wolves tended to have but maintained their curves which pleased the queen.
Regina stalked in a circle around the girl until her assessment was done then returned to stand before her, lips twitching as she repressed a smirk.
Once the queen had finished her perusal of the young wolf she looked between the three women awaiting her command.
"Bring her to me tonight, after dinner," Regina ordered with a smirk. "Let us see if she comes close to being as resilient as you, my wolf." With that she gestured to the slave to follow her as she swept out of the throne room. Emma followed dutifully but her thoughts were troubled and she was wondering what her mistress had planned for later. She had not thought to quiz Red on how such situations played out so it was now a case of wait and see.
Emma didn't have to wait long. She spent the rest of the day by the queen's side as her mistress went over the correspondence and other papers that often took up her time. It was a time Regina enjoyed more that she had the blonde for company. Red was now too invaluable to simply play companion and it had been a long time and a much younger wolf that had curled up on the rug at her feet and filled the quiet chambers with her chatter and laughter. Not that her current slave wasn't useful, she was intelligent and could sniff out a bad contract with little effort, a very useful talent indeed but it was the obvious interest the blonde showed in the inner workings of her kingdom that really intrigued Regina.
Emma liked to listed as the queen spoke of matters regarding her kingdom, the politics, the economics and she would occasionally delve into it's history when illustrating a point. The blonde found the time spent with her mistress much more stimulating than time spent with her former mistress. Intellectually as well as the pure sexuality that constantly bombarded Emma's psyche.
Like now, for instance. The queen was reading intently, her thoughts flickering across her face as her expression went through constant minor adjustments. Adjustments that Emma was learning to read, the mask was not as prevalent in her private chambers but it was still very much in evidence but the blonde was learning the code to decipher what she could of her mistresses true feelings.
Right now she was getting frustrated, probably by the sheer volume of paperwork and the idiocy of certain fools who tried to try and slip one by the monarch. The corner of her eyes were beginning to tense and she could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on and that was not what she wanted tonight, not at all.
"Mistress?" Emma murmured, calling the queen's attention to herself.
"Mmm, yes?" Was the distracted reply.
"You've been reading some time now, may I get you some food?" Emma kept her tone mild so as not to anger the queen who would not take kindly to being mothered. A simple suggestion was all it was. Regina paused in her work and studied her pet, finally nodding her assent and the blonde bowed her head in acknowledgement before starting to rise.
"No, you are to stay here. The kitchen know I require food," the queen purred and after nothing but a dull throb coming from the magic inside Emma was treated to a violent burst of pulsing vibration that made any attempt at standing completely futile. All she could do was try to keep her breathing steady and not give in to the urge to force her hands into the tight heat of her leather pants and touch herself, it wouldn't take mu -.
Regina smiled down at her pet as she fell apart beneath her eyes, for a while the only sign that anything was wrong was the bowed head and shoulders that shuddered with harsh but deep breaths as she fought for control. It was a valiant effort and one the blonde won, for now. A subtle touch on blonde locks and the slave's head fell forward the mere inch or so it required to come to rest on the queen's knee, forehead resting on exquisite silk. Emma was grateful for the touch, it soothed her and the physical dissipated the magic somewhat, or so it felt. It was quite now, the only sounds soft breathing and the crackle of the fire, burning away steadily in the oversize hearth.
Emma didn't know how much time passed. It couldn't have been long but she felt how she always seemed to feel after such intense stimulation from the her mistress, she felt calm but she was not foolish to believe that this was insignificant in the grander scheme of things, Once again she had sought and revelled in the calming influence of her mistress, despite it being the queen's actions that had caused the distress in the first place.
Regina almost jumped when a knock announced the arrival of her meal, she had been lost in thought as she caressed her pet, allowing her fingers to luxuriate in the surprising softness of her hair, keen senses cataloguing every reaction to her touch.
"Come," a swift but always graceful rise to her feet and the queen crossed the large room to the fire where she took her customary chair. Emma quickly gathered herself and followed, bare feet padding across the thick rugs until she dropped to her knees by her mistresses side. It was a silent meal but Emma was well fed, unfortunately every morsel of food allowed to pass her lips was accompanied by a burst of that insidious magic and it wasn't long before the slave was once again feeling the strain.
Regina smiled as her pet let out a pained whimper. Perfect.
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Red kept her head bowed as her mistress left the room.
"Come, you must bathe," Red strode out of the throne room, her boot heels meeting the stone floor with force, the action demonstrating the tension she was feeling. This was not unexpected but it was now a reality rather than a possibility and that did not sit well with the wolf.
"In your rooms?" Greta questioned, she received nothing but a curt nod in response. Once they reached Red's chambers the older wolf took stock of the small selection of bathing oils and cleansers and handed two glass bottles to her companion. "The Queen likes these. Bathe, dress and then we will wait here until you are summoned."Red turned on her heel and left Greta staring after her as she stood in the small bathroom.
"Red, it's alright. I can do this," she called after her friend but all she received was a sharp growl which was enough to silence the younger girl, only a heavy sigh escaping at the burden her friend was having to bear in this situation.
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"It's time," the queen announced, breaking the heavy silence that was now surrounding them. Emma looked up, grateful for the distraction but wary of the gleam in her mistresses eye. What had the queen planned for the girl?
"Bring them to me," the command surprised the slave but she did as she was bid.
"Yes, Mistress," the words of obedience were followed by actions as Emma stood, and without bothering to slip her boots on for the short distance down the hallway she padded barefoot down the corridor until she reached Red's door. A fist raised to knock was made redundant as the door swung open to reveal the wolf.
"The Queen requires your presence," Emma requested, the formality for her own comfort rather than etiquette. What was the appropriate etiquette when one was taking a virgin to be deflowered? That thought, the purpose of her request gave Emma pause and a sick roiling in her stomach. However, the look of calm acceptance, anticipation even, on the girl's face caused it to lessen to be replaced by a curiosity.
"We are ready," Red replied just as formally but Emma knew it was because she was nervous, green eyes met and an understanding was expressed. A silent procession back to the queen, a pause before the double doors and then she was there.
Regina smiled to herself as she surveyed the three young women who entered. Both her pet and Red looked extremely wary, the girl was simply curious, wide blue eyes roving around the room until they came to rest on the queen. A dark brow rose as Regina smirked, that was better, she preferred the deer in the crossbow sights look much more.
A sigh and her magic languidly wrapped itself around the young wolf, a swirl of purple and she was gone. Red panicked, eyes frantically searching the room and she took a step towards her mistress voice poised to ask her friend's whereabouts until the queen threw back her head and laughed.
"Oh, my wolf. Anyone would think you were concerned for the girl's welfare, you're not are you?" The words were a teasing purr but Red straightened in the face of the question.
"I must admit I am, Mistress," she replied honestly, keeping her eyes fixed on the queen's which still held the faint glow of magic, a disconcerting sight but one which Red was accustomed to. Emma not so much and she watched the exchange intently.
Regina turned her back on her pets and strutted through to her bedchamber.
"See, unharmed. For now." She gestured to the now naked girl laid out on the bed, stretched out, arms raised above her head, seemingly restrained by magic but she wasn't fighting. No, her face still held that same curious expression. After catching sight of the young wolf and realising that she was unharmed, for now, both Red and Emma averted their eyes and re-focused on the queen. The energy in the air was unmistakeable, the magic caressing their skin and electrifying the fine hairs found there.
"Pet, I want you to be the one to break her in," Regina coolly informed the blonde, wanting to get things started.
Emma looked aghast at the queen, then her eyes flicked to Red who's anger was very apparent from the twisted scowl and narrowed, yellow eyes fixated on the blonde.
"No! I can't, I won't!" A fierce rebellion directed towards the queen, her mistress.
Regina watched with undisguised amusement as her pet tried to refuse her.
"You will," was the simple rebuff, accompanied by a beautific smile. "And you will enjoy it." Emma doubled over before dropping to her knees, the magic inside her suddenly springing to life but it was not just the pulsing sensation but also magic pouring through her body, incapacitating her and overtaking her mind with its sensuous power.
Regina bent down and fisted a handful of blonde hair bending the slave's head back so she had no choice but to look at her mistress.
"You will fuck her, like the little bitch she is!" She roared and the room shook with the latent magic that was expelled with her anger. A harsh crack resounded around the room as the queen's open palm connected with the blonde's cheek sending her head spinning to the side. Emma took a second to assess the damage, blood pooling in her mouth, chest heaving with angered breaths.
"No!" Emma literally spat the word at her mistress who was towering over her, a cruel smile in place as brown eyes observed the struggle going on below.
"Yes you will," Regina purred as she took in the distressed state of her slave. "You will fuck her and you will enjoy the taking of her. Do not try and hide yourself from me!" Emma cried out as she found herself pinned to the wall by her throat the queen using her magic to move at super human speed. They locked eyes and the intensity of the magic within Emma began to increase and all she could see in her head were images of the girl beneath her, writhing and scream in both pain and ecstasy.
"I know you want to. Let the beast out, Pet." At that the queen released her and Emma fell to the ground on her knees, head bowed, her whole frame trembling with stuttering breaths.
Red had watched the whole scene play out, her own beast barely in check. She wanted to fight both Emma and her mistress but she knew she could never harm the queen, her anger towards her proven futile many times in the past. However, she knew she could easily defend Greta from the slave. Greta was more than capable of protecting herself but Red knew she wouldn't fight, she was not alpha and had already accepted the queen as her mistress and would therefore do anything she was bid by her. Indeed, the eyes now watching from the other side of the room were wide with curiosity and shock as the slave rebelled but Red neither saw or otherwise sensed any fear.
Emma cricked her neck and slowly straightened, head bowed until she raised her eyes, seeking out those of her mistress. Regina smiled internally as the blonde's stormy green eyes met hers, the slave's lips curled in a snarl. She was no house cat, as beast in her own way as was Red but without the wolf's natural instinct to submit to one more powerful.
"You need this, you know you do," the words were silent, appearing only in Emma's head but they were the queen's and a growl rumbled from the blonde's chest in response.
"You can't hide inside forever," this time there was a vocalisation of the fact. The fact that Emma was unable to indefinitely keep her darker self hidden, captivated within. It was not a revelation, just an acceptance that her beast needed out if she had any hope of surviving the term of her wager. The queen was offering her such an outlet, as she had done when the slave had been permitted to punish Red.
"Do this or you will find no release from me. I will incarcerate you until you give in, your submission is inevitable, we both know this so don't make this any harder than it was to be. Or!" Regina smiled, "Red will do it. Won't you my wolf?" She turned her full attention to her other pet who was standing, beast barely contained and a look of utter shock on her face as she absorbed the casually thrown words.
"Won't you, my dear?" A soft hand reached out and caressed the wolf's cheek, Red's instincts over ruling her anger as she automatically leaned into the touch.
"No," it was barely a whimper but the sound so painful, nothing but a veil of denial as both mistress and pet knew the outcome. If she was required, Red would claim the one she called sister, to please the whim of her mistress.
"No!" Emma's voice rang out and she straightened to her full height.
"No, it will be me." Brown and yellow eyes turned to her one gloating, one baleful but recognising the fact that it was the lesser of two evils if the queen insisted on playing this game and not taking the girl herself as had been expected by all.
"I'm sorry," the words were directed not only at Red but at the girl. Red gave a nod of acknowledgement and Regina smiled, settling herself in her chair, a click of her fingers summoning the wolf to her side, a finger pointed towards the floor had the tall brunette on her knees, dropping down next to her mistress eyes fixed on the ground.
"No, you will watch," a harsh command and red lifted her chin, jaw locked as she focused on the bed. She watched as Emma quickly stripped, muscles rippling under pale skin, apart from where it was still marred by the queen's attentions with the whip and more recently the cane. She turned to her mistress and received a nod of permission and a strong burst of magic pulsed through the blonde who allowed an audible moan to escape parted lips. That was the strongest yet but now she did not have to resist it's power she felt stronger, the beast wanted to play.
Regina watched the scene unfold and she was more affected by what she saw than she had anticipated. Watching the blonde slide on top of the girl, kiss her, taste and tease her as she nipped at the young wolf's throat before moving slowly down her body, hot mouth taking a hardened nipple inside to suck and eventually bite the sensitive peak. Bucking hips as the girl responded to the touches, she didn't fight or struggle, she arched up into the slave, wanting more, needing more.
"Easy," Emma murmured, trying to take her time but it was hard, the queen was still controlling the magic inside her, random but intense pulses were driving her crazy, her lust raising in violence as the toned but voluptuous body moved under her. She didn't want to hurt the girl but it was hard to resist, her own body calling out to her to take her, to bind her to herself like she had so many others before. As it was her hand had slipped down between their bodies and fingertips were beginning to lightly brush the slick flesh found there
"Take me," a low growl in her ear was followed by sharpened teeth sinking themselves into her shoulder causing an answering growl from the blonde. And an answering bite, much blunter teeth forcing their way into pale, virgin flesh.
Regina smiled. Once her slave had thrown off any pretence of gentleness, after the bite from the young wolf had enraged her dominant self, the blonde began fucking the girl to the edge of her sanity, her virginity lost in cries and moans of passion lasting long and loud as she kept pushing her over the edge again and again and again. The air was saturated with the thick scent of sex and all the occupants in the room were affected. Including Red who hated herself for it but she had to admit Emma was both skilled and extremely beautiful as she painted a picture of pure decadent debauchery for her audience.
Now she had the girl on her stomach as she fucked her, bodies sweat slicked and moving in tandem, teeth fixed in soft flesh Greta begging for release but Emma denying her for longer than anyone but her thought possible. As Emma held the girl beneath her, hand twisted in her hair to keep her down, as she teased and taunted her to the point of begging the blonde looked to the queen, dominant in slavery before her mistress, a smirk and a touch as the girl fell apart one last time, passing into unconsciousness.
Regina felt her heart rate increase in conjunction with her arousal. The sight before her, of her pet's obvious prowess between the sheets excited her in ways she had not anticipated, nor felt before.
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"I hate you," Red hissed as they met in the hallway.
"I know, I'm sorry." Emma apologised to her friend.
"No, you're not," was the cold response, "you enjoyed it. Don't lie to me."