So, here we were going to find out what events led up to Emma leaving the palace. I hadn't forgotten about it but as I added a big chunk to this chapter that has been shifted to the next which will be up asap!

I also know that the previous chapters have been on the shorter side but therefore more regular which seems to have been popular, especially as each chapter has been pretty packed with plot. How do you as readers feel about that?

From my point of view I have recently been cutting the chapters as suited to the plot but then the shorter chapters are an easier push to get finished and so far it's been working well but I would appreciate any feedback you may have :)

Oh, it's a little smutty...just a little. Ok, got a little carried away here so it's a definite not safe for work rating. Please forgive and errors or typos, one could go blind reading this too much...

Enjoy x

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"Emma?" His voice was pained as he queried after the slave.

"Alive," was all Red could muster before the pain caused her to shift back to her full wolf form.

"Good. But, I will keep that to myself until the Queen decides otherwise. She's a strong one, that one. Her Majesty is very lucky." The wolf agreed but didn't reply, electing to return to the bedchamber to watch over her charges. The fact that even the guard captain recognised something special in the blonde and her relationship to the queen was not surprising but Red wondered how it would affect the future.

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Red trotted back to the bedchamber and did a check on her charges. Both Emma and the queen were still asleep but much closer than they had been when the queen had crawled into her bed before collapsing with exhaustion. The monarch had gravitated towards the blonde and was currently sleeping on her side, fingers curled around the slave's bicep as Emma laid on her back. Red wasn't surprised, not after she had seen their mistress practically cuddling Emma that night the three of them had spent together, the queen claiming to be cold and demanding Emma join them in her bed.

Strange things were happening between the two women, mostly unconsciously on the queen's part, Red believed but still after seeing how distressed her mistress had been when Emma had -. Well, almost died was not an exaggeration -. The wolf let out a puff of air as she returned to the space behind the queen, pleased to receive a feint murmur of recognition before the brunette fell silent. The two wolves exchanged a look, not needing to resort to telepathy to convey their relief at the turn of events. If anything had happened to Emma, if the queen had suspicions that anyone had taken her slave -. She would have declared war on whoever she thought guilty of the crime, the destruction really didn't bear thinking about.

What was complicating the issue was that her mistress was seemingly oblivious to the origins of the feelings she was experiencing, believing them to stem from the right of possession, nothing more. Red knew that Emma was at least a step ahead of her mistress in that department. Although nothing had been exchanged between the friends, Red knew that Emma was beginning to care for the queen, not enough to release the collar but the wolf saw it being just a matter of time before the inevitable happened. Whilst the wolf mulled these thoughts over her charges slept on, oblivious.

Regina stirred, at first confused by the full capacity of her bed, then when the wolves sensed she was waking they leapt down leaving just the two women in the bed. Heavy lids opened and came face to face with pale skin. A start and the queen sat up, only then realising the position she had been sleeping in, arm untangling from her slave's but careful not to jostle the still sleeping woman.

"She looks better, Mistress," Red shifted back to her human form and stood, naked, awaiting her queen's command.

"Yes, she does," Regina moved so she was in a fully upright position so that she could fully assess the slave. A pink hue had returned to her cheeks and lips, a good sigh and Regina let out a breath.

"Red, get me some food. And some for you. We shall let her sleep," the queen ordered. "Pup, you shall attend to my needs." Red left the room to do as requested whilst Greta shifted back and waited for further instruction. The young wolf watched as her mistress left the bed and walked towards the bathing room, stretching in a very feline manner as she did, spine arching and causing her breasts to jut forward, nipples hard in the slightly cool air.

"Come into the pool, bathe me," Regina beckoned to the girl who entered the water, coming to stand opposite the queen where she was resting against the pool's edge. A wave indicating the products she wished to be used and Regina relaxed as sure hands washed her body, as she was touched she realised how tense she had been.

"On your knees, wolf," her mistress commanded and Greta dropped to her knees, the action taking her under the water. Firm fingers tangled in her hair and positioned her face against the queen's sex. Regina hummed her pleasure as the now talented tongue of the girl laved and probed the spots she knew her mistress enjoyed. A tug to indicate the wolf was allowed up for a breath had the girl breaking the surface, inhaling before dropping back down on her own volition.

Greta was not distressed by her position, her lung capacity was more than adequate, all the running she did ensured that she could please the queen this way and she enjoyed it. Her mistress tasted good and the sounds she made when touched this way were arousing, very arousing. The young wolf growled at the thought, the vibrations from her lips exciting the queen who began to ride the girl's face.

"That's it," Regina encouraged as she threw her head back against the stone floor surrounding the pool, one hand still on the wolf's head, the other grasping at the warm stone as the pleasure built. "Inside," she gasped, knowing the wolf would hear. As the slightly rough tongue began to plunge in and out her sex began to tighten and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin, despite being half submerged in the water.

A growl from the queen as she wrapped her legs around the wolf's head, trapping her under the water, then a steady pumping of her hips as she met the girl's thrusts beat for beat. A shudder and she came, mouth opening in a long exhale but no other sound was released despite the pounding of her heart and satisfaction with the climax. As the queen's muscles relaxed, Greta emerged for more air before returning below the water, now gentle strokes of her tongue easing the queen down and ensuring she was thoroughly clean.

"Enough!" The word was harsh but in truth Regina felt much better now the built up tension had left her. However, she had realised that despite the young wolf having her own innate magic her own did not react quite as violently as it did when she fucked her slave, Emma. But, the girl was still extremely pleasing to debase. "You are proving a welcome addition, wolf," Regina pulled Greta in for a kiss, the girl whimpering as her mouth was dominated, the queen devouring her lips, teeth nipping viciously at the plump flesh.

"Mistress?" Red cautiously entered the room, she had been idling in the main chamber not wanting to interrupt the queen's stress relief, she wasn't expecting to find Greta pressed against the pool's edge with the queen's hand around her throat, strong fingers caressing the soft skin there.

Regina was feeling energised, her magic was fully recharged and she felt it sparking through her body, nerve endings sparking deliciously. What better way to celebrate than to fuck the young wolf?

As her favoured slave was still unconscious she would more than do.

"My apologies," Red backed out of the room, just as Regina flipped Greta so she was on her stomach, another whimper reaching the older wolf's ears before she closed the door.

Greta cried out, the queen had never used her magic on her in this way before. It crackled through her body and her nipples and clit burned as they seemed to be the focus of the energy.

"Now, be a good pet and open your legs, wider," a kick and Greta's heels were spread wide. "Good girl," Regina purred as she bit down on the wolf's shoulder. "I want to hear you beg." Another whimper from Greta as she felt a large, solid mass at her opening.

"P-please, Mistress," she stuttered, not sure whether this was something she was going to enjoy or not.

"Please, what?" A growl and a hand appeared at her throat, stroking it gently but Greta was aware how quickly that could change.

"Please fuck me, Mistress," the young wolf spoke clearly and bowed her head in submission to the queen, arms braced on the edge of the pool. The action excited Regina and she thrust forwards with her hips, forcing the large dildo she had fashioned from her magic inside the girl, water spilling out of the over-sized bath in a wave due to the movement.

"Ah!" Regina smiled as the girl cried out, she knew the young wolf's limits and knew that she was pushing them but was relishing the control it offered after such an unpredictable few days. Greta winced as the queen entered her, it was big, too big she thought as her mistress withdrew but still leaving the head inside.

"P-please, Mistress," Greta repeated, knowing the drill, knowing the queen generally treated her well given her position but also that she had to cater for her mistresses darker edge at times like these. "Please!" The wolf pushed her hips back, trying to give the queen what she wanted but Regina moved with her, still stretched wide but no deeper, the edge of pain was slowly getting to the wolf. "Please! Please, Mistress," this time the words were desperate, desperate to please the queen.

Regina smiled at the change in tone, it was what she had been waiting for and canted her hips forward, roughly filling the slave again. Greta thought she was going to be split in two as the mass rested inside her, it hurt, it really hurt. Regina could feel how tense the girl was and the shudders of pain that ran through her body.

"Give yourself to me," Regina demanded, voice cold as she stroked the wolf's throat, the girl moaning lightly at the touch, it was so gentle, such a contrast to the pain. A buck of her hips shifted the dildo inside the girl who gasped.

"Please, Mistress," this time the surrender was complete, Greta forced herself to relax in the queen's grasp, body going limp and falling forward onto the edge of pool.

"Good girl," voice softer now and Regina smiled to herself as she began to rock her hips in and out, slowly fucking her slave. Greta whimpered but it hurt less now she had relaxed, the slow thrusts were loosening her up more than she had expected. Another whimper as the queen began to pinch the girl's nipples, she was handling them roughly but it felt good.

Regina smirked, enjoying the breaking in of her slave, she must admit it was an addictive process and not necessary with Emma, but the blonde had other qualities she mused as she completed another forceful thrust into her pet. Relishing the girl's surrender she increased her pace, each time drawing back so only the tip remained before a hard buck as she bottomed out to a high pitched pant from her wolf.

Greta whined when she was left empty, all the pain she had experienced up to that moment seemed nothing, all she wanted was to feel her mistress inside, to be fucked, to be her toy.

"Please, Mistress. Please, please, please -" Greta didn't move as she spoke, just let the queen hold her, fingers still toying with her nipples, teeth nibbling the back of her neck. Regina was enjoying herself, a lot.

"You're wonderfully responsive," the queen murmured happily. "Do you like being my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Very much," Greta gasped, a particularly sharp twist making her lose focus for a moment. She was so empty. "Please!" It was a low keen of desperation, one that Regina heightened by circling the wolf''s clit, Greta fighting her body, forcing herself to stay still as her mistress played with her, used her.

"Do not make a sound and I will give you pleasure. Utter the smallest noise and I will leave you like this for a week. Am I clear?" A nod, Greta not daring to speak, she couldn't take the physical or mental strain of being left this way. "Good girl," Regina smiled and began a hard, brutal pace that had her slamming against the wolf's ass, each thrust burying the shaft of her dildo deep inside her slave.

"You are mine!" Regina snarled as she fucked the girl, harder and faster she went, taking out all the frustration and helplessness and other still uncategorised emotions she had experience over the past few days out on the wolf's passive body. "Mine!" A final cry as she reached her own climax, only then releasing Greta from the limbo of arousal she had been suspended in, a touch to the girl's clit and she collapsed under the queen, body rigid around the shaft embedded in her but still no sound spilling from parted lips.

Red had heard everything but wondered who the queen was really trying to claim with the act? The wolf that was pledged to her for life or the woman who lay recovering but may still win the right to leave?

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Next on The Collar

"Why were you by the river?" Emma frowned at the question, her head still sore and thoughts were coming slowly. "Speak freely."