Ok, no g!p here, do not fear guest reviewer!... Something much more interesting...
Hit me up with any questions and I'll get back to you asap. I have a work free week coming up but still pretty busy but hopefully get caught up with all your recent messages.
This chapter should explain a few things though.
Oh! Not safe for work! Also, please forgive any errors, I'm tired but wanted to get this up for you today.
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The queen brought their bodies together and fingers began to run through fiery tresses.
"My, what do we have here?" Regina pulled away but continued her exploration.
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"Ah, another aspect of my heritage, Majesty," Eva explained with a self-deprecating smile.
"Interesting, I felt your magic was strong but this -," Regina's finger tips rubbed gently over the pair small, hard nubs situated above but either side of her forehead, hidden in her hair. "Your mother was affiliated with Maleficent's tribe, yes?"
"Yes, My Queen. The magical signature has only graced my mother and I, and been recognised by Maleficent herself," the girl confirmed, Emma's eyes going wide as she recognised the name.
"Yes, I am aware that your aunt's line does not carry it," Regina mused, noting her pet's confusion. "Is there anything else?" She gestured over the girl's body.
"Embarrassingly so, My Queen," Eva flushed and removed the shawl she was wearing, exposing her back to the queen only, Emma unable to see from her position.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, dear," Regina smiled warmly. "That you carry any traits of the faye is a blessing." Faye? That meant fairies, right? The slave remained motionless but her mind was pretty much blown, werewolves and fairies. Fuck, she bet that damn mermaid was real too.
"I agree, My Queen," Eva pulled her shawl up and looked to the monarch for direction. Only a kiss was forthcoming, Regina smiling as she felt the girl's magic react, it was strong, stronger than Red's even.
"Sit." Regina pushed the girl back onto her chair, dark eyes and flushed face looked back at her, chest heaving. "Now, as you are my guest I will personally demonstrate how a well trained slave should take their punishment." The flustered girl nodded, a little surprised at the queen's change of topic but compliant to her wishes.
"Yes, My Queen," she mumbled.
"Wolf, you are dismissed. You are not required for this demonstration. "Please ensure our other guests are behaving themselves," Regina ordered and Red bowed her head, efficiently re-dressing before leaving the room.
"On your knees, pet." Emma sunk gracefully to her knees, remaining upright and not sitting on her heels. "Hands behind your head," Emma obeyed, clasping her hands behind her as instructed. This was a favoured position for slaves because it presented their assets well. And by assets she meant breasts.
Regina noticed the girl's eyes fix on the blonde and the queen reached out and twisted one of her nipples, Emma trying very hard not to moan out loud. It was hard because the queen wasn't being gentle and the blonde was already very, very aroused. Having her mistress 'educate' the girl was a turn on, as was the girl herself, she was very attractive but it was the queen that always held Emma's attention.
The blonde became even more turned on as she felt the switch of what she knew to be the queen's riding crop slip between her ass cheeks, coming into brief contact with her need and she hissed, inhaling sharply, pulling the air between her teeth and Regina smiled at the reaction the slightest touch had caused.
The first slap of the crop was a relief to the blonde, now she had some pain to bring her back into focus, to cut through her arousal.
"Pup," Regina beckoned to Greta. "Make our guest feel at home," she purred as she nodded at the girl. "She needs to relax."
"Yes, Mistress,"Greta acknowledged, dipping her head before going to stand behind Eva and beginning a gentle massage.
"Now, my slave here is aroused by pain. She craves it. Don't you, pet?" Regina locked eyes with the blonde. "See," the queen continued her lesson. "Her pupils are dilated and her skin is flushed and her arousal is maintained," the crop trailed from the slave's chest down to flick each erect nipple before slipping down between Emma's opened thighs, rubbing over her sex. "See?" The crop came out dripping.
"Yes, My Queen. I do, thank you." The girl's eyes were fixed on the end of the crop then flicked back to the slave.
"Turn, face the desk on all fours" Emma did as she was told and was now at an angle to the queen's guest but sex fully exposed. As Emma presented herself, she caught the girl's eye and was intrigued by what she saw there but the touch of her mistress's fingers immediately distracted her.
"See how wet she is?" Regina drew a finger along her slave's sex to her ass and Emma moaned, hips bucking as she tried to push against the queen's finger. She needed release, any release.
"Pup, on your knees," Greta obeyed her mistresses order and fell to her knees between the girl's legs, startling her somewhat as the girl scrambled back in her chair. "Relax, you're safe here," the queen purred, noting the hooding of the girl's eyes as she looked down at the attractive young wolf.
Emma knew the exact opposite was true.
Regina looked at the girl whose eyes were once again locked on her queen and her pet, despite the wolf between her thighs.
"Pup, show our guest what you can do," Regina commanded, expertly orchestrating proceedings for her own desires.
"Yes, Mistress," Greta murmured respectfully before looking up at the girl above her, a girl approximatively the same age as herself, one who had somehow earned the queen's favour, or so it seemed so far.
"Open your legs, let her touch you," Regina watched her guest closely, for signs of any refusal. All she got was an almost predatorial smile as Eva slowly parted her thighs and sat back in her chair.
"Oh, you are so you mother's daughter," the queen chuckled, smiling.
"My parents are, were in my mother's case, interesting people," Eva replied, a gentle hand placed on Greta's head stilling the young wolf before she touched her, fingers rifling idly through dark curls as she spoke to the queen, Greta issuing a rumble of satisfaction before she caught her mistake.
"Indeed, your mother was one of the few I called a friend," the queen admitted, ignoring the wolf's indiscretion, and despite her arousal Emma paid rapt attention to this piece of information. "And your father annoys me at times but he is a good man and treated her well."
"I am fully aware of their arrangement, My Queen," Eva replied. "My parents both preferred the company of their own sex but married due to family pressure. But I am my father's daughter."
"I know, I sensed this," Regina replied, her assessment of the girl's essence had been interesting. "You also carry your mother's heritage very strongly."
"I know, my eyes are both a blessing and a curse," the girl replied with a chuckle. "They attract attention both wanted and unwanted. I have several particularly persistent suitors," she growled.
"Well, next time they approach you may, if you wish, inform the that you are under my protection," Regina offered.
"And if I accept?" Eva countered, knowing enough about the queen's methods to be sensibly wary.
"Then you are under my protection, nothing more. And it will serve to annoy my step-daughter," the words were hissed, "no end."
"Oh, no love lost there, My Queen. You know where my family's loyalty has always lain."
"I do but my offer is there," Emma kept her eyes down but was intrigued by the conversation. Why would such an offer piss off Snow White?
"Thank you, My Queen. I accept," Eva replied with a gracious bow of her head.
"A wise choice," Regina acknowledged with a smirk and Emma wondered what her mistress would gain from such a deal. "My pet likes to be fucked, don't you?" Rapidly changing the topic of conversation.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma gasped as the queen put pressure on her ass but not enough to enter her. The girl watched, wondering how that could possibly feel good.
"Pup." The queen reached down and rubbed a finger covered in Emma's cum against the wolf's tight hole and Greta moaned against the wet folds of the girl before moving her tongue lower until she was rimming the princess.
Oh! Oh!" The girl cried at the new sensation.
"See how good that feels?" Regina purred as she locked eyes with her guest.
"Y -, yes my Queen," the girl panted in response. Greta was really working her over and she was totally coming undone as she held the wolf's head and urged her on the hands fisted in her hair.
"Stop." There was a cry when Greta obeyed and pulled her mouth away. The girl was close, so close but she had no idea to what, except that her sex burned and throbbed.
"Watch." Regina instructed as she began to rain blow after blow of the riding crop down on Emma, still exposed to the girl, cum dripping down her leg. Every so often Regina would take a moment to toy with her pet, tap her clit of briefly dip a finger into one of her holes, muscle desperately trying to draw her mistress in deeper.
The girl's eyes were fixed on the slave and Regina catalogued every reaction as she watched her. A blow landed directly on the blonde's sex and she cried out. Regina kept up a rhythmic pattern with the crop. It was torturous but felt so good to the blonde who was whimpering and tossing her head.
"Pup." Regina instructed as she slowly began to fuck her slave with her finger, her wolf returning her mouth to the girl's needy sex. Emma turned her head and saw the girl watching her, they locked eyes as her mistress picked up the pace, fucking her hard and deep, another finger joining the first as they scissored inside her, stretching and filling her.
"Come for me, pet." Emma let go of everything she had been holding back since her last release several days ago and it ran over her like a freight train, clit exploding, muscles clenching as she revelled in her mistresses fingers buried deep inside her.
Regina smiled as both women came.
That had been fun, especially indirectly fucking a virgin, one who seemed to be incredibly susceptible to today's fun. She looked the girl over, eyes closed, head thrown back and hand still in her wolf's hair as Greta cleaned her up after what had appeared to be an earth shattering climax.
"I have things to teach, if you wish to learn?" Regina questioned, enjoying the sight of both young women post orgasm.
"I would like that very much, My Queen," Eva replied a little hoarsely.
"Good, then we shall continue but my pet here will not be available to you," the words cut through Emma's high but she maintained her position. "She has yet to fully recover from her recent injuries." Emma was shocked and a little concerned by the decree but noted that she was tiring, the magic potions must be wearing off. Was she being replaced or was it based on her mistresses genuine assessment? Or something else entirely? "It will be my young wolf that will be participating."
"Whatever you deem fit, Majesty," Eva replied, now more composed. "All your pets are extremely attractive."
"Of course they are," Regina snorted, the statement obvious. "But, if she is fit my pet may assist, I find her knowledgeable and you would do well to listen to her." It was Eva's turn to be surprised that the queen spoke so highly of her slave.
"Yes, My Queen. Of course," Snow White's niece replied.
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"I have decided your punishment," Regina purred as she observed the amazon, still locked up in her cell.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I accept your judgement," Thera replied, the woman's stoicism in the face of her fate both impressing and unsettling the queen.
"Oh, you say that now but you will change your tune," Regina chuckled, the sound dark and bouncing off the damp stone walls of the cavern.