A short but intense chapter that fell to a natural break. Next chapter will be up asap as it is half finished.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Regina watched the thoughts play out on her pet's face, her mask in tatters and the real woman visible. It intrigued her to wonder what the blonde was thinking as she sat there, it was a lot for anyone to take in, let alone someone from another world entirely.
Emma stayed silent while she digested the information she had been given.
"Can you be sure?" The blonde questioned, head tilted to one side in way Regina found incredibly attractive, it brought out a hint of naivete in the otherwise closed off slave.
"As sure as I can be," the queen replied. "The question is, how will this affect you?" Emma frowned, silent as she considered what she had been told.
Emma did not seem to react to the words of her mistress but it didn't mean she wasn't deeply affected by them. It had been a question that she had been asking herself but had yet to find the answer.
"Emma?" Regina questioned the younger woman as she knelt there, green eyes narrowed as she stared past the queen, lost in thought.
"Mistress?" the blonde snapped back to attention, her smile licentious. Regina raised a bow at the unexpected response but she knew her slave well, Well enough to know what the slave was wanting to happen. She wanted to forget.
"Here," Emma was surprised when the queen magicked another goblet and handed it to her. "Drink with me," was the command and not one Emma was going to turn down. Mr Jack and Mr Daniels had been her good friends for many, many years and she had missed their company.
"Thank you," Emma took the proffered liquor and downed it in one, reasoning that the queen owed her at least one pass, not that she would ever voice that opinion out loud. Their 'relationship' still tenuous and highly dependant on the queen's mood. Hooded green now appraised her and Regina could not find it in herself to be angered by the gesture, no one but her pet would have the audacity to treat any gift from their queen with so little ceremony.
Emma was felt the weight of her goblet increase as it was refilled.
"Can you create it or is it more a case of moving it from A to B?" The alcohol had loosened the slave's tongue a little as she questioned the queen. "Like with the clothes, are they clothes you already own or does you create them from magic?" Regina narrowed her eyes as she observed her pet before deducing the question was born simply from innocent curiosity and a means to switch the topic of conversation from more uncomfortable topics. As it did not seem to be an attempt to gather information under false pretences she indulged the slave.
"A little of both," Emma straightened at the unexpected reply, she hadn't thought her mistress would bother with an explanation. "This brandy has simply moved from the decanter in my cabinet to our cups," the object in question was raised in emphasis. "The majority of my clothes are already stitched and ready to wear, I might occasionally adapt them to suit my mood but again it is simply reconstituting what is already there. I cannot create out of nothing, not without great cost," Regina admitted with more than a hint of ire.
"I understand," Emma nodded and bit her lip but offered no more on the subject. The queen frowned, expecting the slave's usual input but none came, instead she watched as a slender throat was exposed and the remaining alcohol swallowed. The queen became distracted by the drop of liquid that remained on her pet's bottom lip.
Emma wasn't surprised when the queen surged forward and kissed her, teeth nipping and claiming her pet's mouth. They kissed until Regina broke away, bare feet hitting the rug as she stood. Emma tensed, pulling hers spine upright and settled back on her heels, awaiting her mistresses pleasure. The brunette circled her slave, pleased to see her slip back into her designated role without prompt. Emma remained kneeling although she was breathing heavily, the queen and the alcohol were a heady combination. There was a pause as Regina stood behind the blonde, admiring the girl's composure despite the earlier conversation. If her slave wanted to forget, to lose herself in sex and alcohol then who was she to deny such a thing?
The blonde cried out as rough hands tangled in her hair, pulling her to an unsteady height, knees slightly bent and neck twisted to the side as she was held there by the queen. The slave hissed as fingertips dug through silk and into the cuts caused by the young wolf, the queen dragging her nails along the sensitive scratches and reopening the wounds, blood seeping through the fine fabric, a vivid crimson. Emma cried out but covered the queen's hand with her own, maintaining the pressure as her sex throbbed.
"Oh you are such an enjoyable creature," Regina purred as she bit down on the soft flesh of an exposed earlobe and curled her fingers pulling the blonde's skin tight and stretching her wounds. Emma hissed at the action but didn't struggle. In fact having her mistress pressed against her like this was only increasing her arousal and the alcohol was a welcomed counterpoint.
"Then shall we play?" Emma turned her her as best she could to face the queen, Regina relenting her hold on the blonde's hair, allowing the slave to turn towards her. They stood for a moment face to face, their height difference more pronounced as the queen was barefoot. Emma didn't allow her body to touch her mistress but did slip the straps of her lingerie off toned shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Regina curled her lip in appreciation as she studied the now naked blonde, the gashes open and raw on pale skin.
The queen didn't speak but she was soon as naked as Emma, nipples hard in the cooler air of the room. It was a sight that captivated the blonde, eyes dipping before mouth followed to the dusky peaks. Regina moaned softly as her pet suckled, deft fingers massaging and teasing the soft globe of her breast. The queen held the back of her pet's head, encouraging the actions, letting the blonde worship her mistresses body. Emma gave equal attention to both breasts before her mistress demanded their lips together, rough, needy kisses as the alcohol and magic coursed through them.
Regina was the first to pull back when she became aware of how uncontrolled the situation was. Her pet had not overstepped her boundaries in anyway but her queen had failed to set them, to take control. Emma sensed the change, control began to overrule the passion and base need the mistress had felt for her slave and a hand was at the blonde's throat, pushing back until their eyes met. The slave immediately looking away, not wishing to raise a challenge but breathing heavily from their kisses.
Regina studied the flushed contours of her pet's face, saw the arousal there and knew without doubt that it was for her, because of her that Emma looked that way. The slave might be trying to forget about recent events but it wasn't taking much to distract her. Suddenly those green orbs raised, dark with desire and something else, something that had not been directed toward the queen before. Whether it was the alcohol or stress or the sheer sexuality exuded by the queen Emma didn't know but she stopped caring. Stopped caring about how she should behave, stopped caring about the consequences of her actions and focused on the one thing she did want.
So, all reason thrown aside Emma pressed her lips to those of her mistress, initiating a kiss and startling the queen as the blonde's hands fell to her hips, caressing the soft skin hey found there. Regina wasn't prepared for the contact, she lashed out both physically and with her magic sending the slave slamming into the nearest chair as it broke the blonde's fall. Emma was slightly stunned but realised she had pushed too far, let her libido get the better of her and it was likely to cost her dearly.
Despite her harsh reaction Regina was slightly stunned, it had been impulsive, defensive and now she was staring down at her pet as the blonde righted herself but did not move from the awkward sitting position she had landed in. Emma watched as the queen's lip curled in a snarl and the fingers of her right hand curled into a fist, magic sparking and swirling around her mistresses hand as the magic grew into a glowing ball. Regina was furious but did not want to analyse why a kiss had enraged her to such a point, she was so tempted just to incinerate the woman and be done with it all.
As she raised her hand to unleash the magic she caught it, an almost undetectable flinch as the blonde's face hardened and green eyes dulled. For some reason the moment struck her and it was an easy step to envision a much younger Emma, a sullen child crumpled on the floor, waiting to be struck, knowing the blow was inevitable but not wanting to show any fear. It was an image that Regina couldn't shake and she felt her magic dissipate of its own accord as she lowered her hand, suddenly exhausted.
"Come," Emma jolted as her mistress spoke. At best she had been expecting intense pain, at worst - . Well, she had seen her mistresses temper and inventive punishments first hand and would be a fool to think she could survive the more extreme. It took a moment for the word to sink in but the blonde scrambled to her feet, wincing slightly as her back protested, a bruise already forming where her spine had impacted on wood.
It was a strange procession. Emma followed the queen through to her bedchamber, her mistress seemed deflated, morose even and this threw the slave off balance. She had no idea how the situation would progress. For her part Regina was exhausted, her emotions had been running on such a high and now she had crashed it felt like her magic had been ripped from her body., It hadn't that was simply a metaphor for -, for what she couldn't or didn't wish to pinpoint. She just wanted for the day to be over, to lose herself in slumber and start the day afresh, in control.
"Sleep," Emma's brows shot into her hairline as she was directed not to the her usual spot at the foot of the bed but to the rug by the side of the bed favoured by the queen. In moments the room was dark and both women sought sleep. Emma had drifted off, despite her nakedness the rugs were warm as was the air in the room. However, she was startled awake by a rough hand in her hair.
"Up, now," her mistress commanded, voice low and hoarse. "It is too cool to sleep alone," fingers tugged and Emma was once again forced to her feet, this time to play human hot-water bottle it seemed. The slave couldn't see the queen's face and thought it was probably better it was invisible in the darkness as they both knew this was not a simple case of night time chills. But, it was not her place in this world to question the queen's motives so the slave crawled into the free space beside the other woman, extremely careful not to touch her mistress. Emma lay there highly conscious of the atom bomb of a witch sleeping next to her. It seemed the brunette had fallen asleep relatively quickly since her pet had joined her in the bed, Emma stared into the blackness, willing her mind to be silent and let her sleep until eventually she too succumbed to the stresses of the day and slept.
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Emma let the horse run unchecked, wanting to put as much distance between herself and the queen's palace as possible. She followed the road along the river as Red had told her it led to the next largest town in the kingdom and could be reached in only a few hours ride.