Chapter 50! How did that happen?
Anyway, on with the story... Sorry this chapter took a bit longer than they have been lately, I've had a very busy couple of weeks and I also needed to get the next couple of chapters fully drafted as they all tie in. But, good news is I now have the next several chapters almost ready to go.
Not safe for work and the teaser from last chapter got bumped up I'm afraid but that just means you get more chapters in the long run.
Enjoy x
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"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.
"Pet?" Emma looked up as she was addressed, a slight frown on her mistresses face as the queen detected a tremor in her life force.
"Yes, Mistress?" The blonde presented her usual mask as she responded. Regina raked her eyes over the still naked slave, the glow had faded from her skin which was a sure sign the potions were wearing off.
"Take the other potion," Regina instructed her pet. "I will not have you passing out." Emma dipped her head but did what she was told, moving to the pile of clothes she had removed and retrieving the spare potion the queen had given her. A pause before she tipped her head back and downed it, was there a risk this could get addictive? Emma made a note to ask as soon as she was able but this was not the time.
Regina watched her pet's delicate neck stretch and swallow, golden waves cascading down her back and obscuring the tattoo. The queen caught her guest watch the action rather wide-eyed.
"She is rather captivating, isn't she?" Regina murmured, enjoying the subtle flex of muscles as the potion was taken and lips licked, her pet giving them a show with even the simplest of motions. Greta could scent both Eva and the queen getting more aroused while they watched Emma.
"Yes, My Queen," Eva murmured. "It is art, a fine line between the erotic and the crass."
"Indeed, something you enjoy studying?" Regina replied, brow arched, curious.
"Yes, very much but unfortunately the ladies that roam around my father's court are lacking in skill and subtlety," Eva added, her tone dry and Regina chuckled as Emma returned to kneel by her side, already looking stronger, the queen's fingers falling into her hair as they now tended to do.
"Hmmm, yes. There are few women of such rank that are well versed in the finer points of seduction," the queen chuckled. "However, in reference to my pet here, I find that the best slaves are self-confident. Even if you have to beat it into them. Self-confident but obedient, submissive. It may sound contradictory but there is little fun to be had beating a cowering body. Although I won't lie, there are many owners who are stimulated by such acts. Am I right, pet?" Emma had been enjoying the fingers scratching against her scalp, the magic from the potion and the queen buzzing through her body and making her a little high so it took her a moment to answer.
"Yes, Mistress. Many are brutal and heavy handed. Unskilled," the slave confirmed, disapproval evident in her tone.
"Unfortunately my pet has had such experiences. Incompetent idiots who would mark such a prize," Regina mused as her fingers trailed over her pet's once scarred back.
Greta had been kneeling by Eva's chair as the conversation had been taking place, Emma in a mirror of her position but by the queen's side. She had to agree that the queen's favoured pet was very skilled. The slave was adept at utilising the smallest things to maintain at least an illusion of control over the situations she was in. Except for now, now she looked as calm and relaxed as the wolf had ever seen her, eyes hooded as she rested ever so lightly against the queen's thigh.
The wolf was growing to admire the slave more and more, she was so strong and to hear their mistress acknowledge that her pet had been beaten, scarred, only increased her admiration. But she was also very confused by the revelation. Had Emma not said she was a mistress? That she had slaves of her own? So many questions, so much to learn and the wolf was excited by the prospect that the queen wished to teach this faye girl with her bright eyes and horns and magic. So much magic. Greta could smell it, she could feel it when they had touched, not as strong as the queen's, she did not know of any that was, but stronger than even Red's and she held a lot, for a wolf. And she tasted, really, really good.
Regina had not missed the reactions from all three of the younger women during their time together and it excited her, opened up a lot of possibilities to relieve the boredom she often experienced. Not such an issue since she had procured Emma but it was still nice to have things to look forward to -.
"But I must postpone the lesson until another night," the queen spoke suddenly, breaking the light but undeniable tension in the room, her eyes dropping to the blonde by her side.
"Then I shall retire to my rooms," Eva had noted the change in the queen's mood and was familiar enough with her father's behaviour to recognise the lust and need in the gaze she directed at the slave. Very similar to the way her father eyed his lover.
"Pup, escort our guest back to her rooms. Ensure she is safe as there may be drunken souls wandering the halls at this hour," Regina instructed. "Then return here so I know that you are safe, do not linger."
"Yes, Mistress," Greta bobbed to her feet and Regina withheld an eye roll, wolves were so enthusiastic at that age.
"Good evening to you, My Queen. It has been both pleasurable and educational," Eva smirked as she offered the queen a curtsey.
"And I have enjoyed getting to know my friend's daughter, as the woman she is becoming," Regina purred, cocking her head but not leaving her chair.
"I know that she will blossom under your tutelage, Majesty," Eva replied as she watched Greta dress as quickly as she could.
"Mistress," it was the young wolf's turn to bow towards the queen before she went to open the door, holding it open for the nobleman's daughter. "Miss," she murmured as the other girl passed her, the queen's eyes fixed on them until they left.
"Come, I am tired," Regina stood and stretched, her back still giving her trouble after all the riding she had done in search of her slave.
"A massage, Mistress?" Emma queried, noting the pained look on the brunette's face as she stood.
"A good place to start," Regina mused as she moved into her bedchamber and standing in front of the mirror there, an indication that she wished to be undressed. Her pet obliged and in moments was efficiently removing the outfit her mistress was wearing.
"Mistress?" A hand on the queen's shoulder, placed softly over the strap to the slip she was wearing as Emma stood behind her.
"Yes," a throb in her sex as the blonde slid the garment off her mistresses body so that it pooled on the floor at her feet, Emma coming to view such discarded garments with anticipation. "Yes," another throb as the slave smoothly teased the queen's panties down toned legs to join the slip. Now they were both naked, brown eyes locking on green in the mirror.
"The oil is there," Regina pointed elegantly towards the nearby dresser where several bottles of varying designs sat and padded over to her bed, managing to position herself as fluidly as ever. She was lying on her stomach and Emma hesitated. "As before, pet," the queen's words answering her unformed question.
It was extremely quiet in the room, only the light breathing of the couple on the bed and the low hiss of the fire could be heard.
"In my world," Emma murmured as she carefully positioned herself over the backs of the queen's thighs. "We have a machine called a stereo that plays recorded music in the room." Regina tensed as she felt the slave's weight settle over her but at the first touch of her hands she relaxed, her pet's fingers strong and sure as they kneaded her muscles. "It's sometimes nice to have it playing in the background while you read or cook, or fuck." The last word was emphasised vocally and physically, a particularly deep manipulation of the muscles in the queen's lower back drawing a moan from her.
Emma smiled at the reaction, pleased that she seemed to be helping her mistress, and turning her on. She continued, working the queen's back thoroughly but also making sure to add a touch of the erotic, light brushes of her finger tips on the sides of her mistresses breasts and down over the top of her buttocks.
"More," Regina demanded, both relaxed and aroused by the attention. Emma smiled at the request and obliged, the touches becoming either firmer or more teasing depending on the area of skin under them. A strong hand gripped the back of the queen's neck and squeezed firmly, kneading the muscles there. Hips bucked under the slave who rode out the motion, one hand stayed on the queen's neck and the other travelled lower, much lower, ghosting over her buttocks before both hands moved to knead the queen's shoulders, the slave leaning low over her mistresses back so that her nipples grazed the skin. Regina found herself barely realising that the low moan that rent the silence was her own
After receiving such a sound of encouragement Emma grew bolder, hands sliding down to focus on the queen's ass, manipulating the muscle and smoothing the soft, perfect skin there. When thighs parted she paid homage to each leg, working down from apex to tip then back up, hands spread wide, framing firm cheeks.
"Mistress?" It was a loaded question but Regina had received no relief so far that day, nothing since she had fucked the young wolf so brutally while her pet was recovering.
"Yes," permission was given and Emma smiled in anticipation, the magic still fuelling her body but she wanted to utilise it while she could, the potions did not last indefinitely.
It was slow, seductive. The massage had lulled Regina into an extremely relaxed state, her pet was skilled and had first turned her body to unresponsive, loose muscle but it was now heating back up. Deft fingers pinching and rubbing, occasionally slipping between her thighs, teasingly trailing towards her sex but never making definite contact. Then they did, Emma finding the queen as wet as she looked, skin already coated with her arousal making it an easy task to enhance that with light touches two fingers pressing down and sliding slowly back and forth over the outside of her sex, barely brushing the erect bundle of nerves that waited there.
Regina could only shift her legs further apart, when she did, a third finger joined the others but the pace stayed the same. A moan and she bucked her hips but found she did not have much range of movement with her pet settled over her calves. Emma kept her motion slow and steady, each pass alternating in pressure then she paused, the tip of one finger resting against the queen's opening.
"No." It wasn't a surprise to hear the word and Emma suspected there were reasons the queen did not wish to be entered by more than her pet's tongue but she was in no position to question or force the issue. Regina then felt hands on her hips, fingers curling into her skin and urging them up, a suggestion only but one she went with, still too relaxed, somnolent even, to want to resist but found the energy to lift her herself off the bed which then shifted as her pet slid under her and lips once again sought out her sex.
A loud groan of satisfaction spurred Emma on as she took the queen's weight, hands still on her mistresses hips, but now from underneath, braced on her pet's forearms as she held her up, just above her face so that she wasn't smothered. As the slave's mouth worked her Regina couldn't help but rock her hips down against her pet, sighing when the blonde latched onto her and began to suckle. It was slow but intense, a steady pull interspersed by the odd deeper one or flick of the slave's tongue but it was driving Regina crazy with need, she had never experienced anything so, so -! A cry and she was coming, her climax exploding out of nowhere, strong hands holding her hard against her pet's mouth, still working as the queen spilled her fluid over the slave's face, still working until every shudder and spasm had passed and the monarch was totally limp.
Emma knew what she was good at and giving orgasms was one of those things. She was so good in fact that it was no surprise for her to realise that the queen had passed out, already so close to sleep and now with the additional endorphins in her system she was unconscious. A few licks to clean her mistress and reward herself and Emma carefully manoeuvred herself from under the queen and took a moment to arrange the brunette's lower body into what seemed a comfortable position before stepping back from the bed.
She really was beautiful, the blonde mused as she looked down at the sleeping woman, perfect body laid out before her, head turned towards the slave. A growl to herself as her lust rose, a crick of her neck as her eyes hooded, urges harder to to keep in check than she had anticipated. Before she could stop herself Emma reached out and found herself brushing a stray lock of hair off the queen's cheek and over her ear where it settled with the rest of her glossy hair. A clenched fist as the slave pulled her hand back and forced herself away from the bed but not before laying a thick fur over the sleeping woman.
She really was in deep shit. A hand reaching up to her collar and toying with the almost weightless metal, once again testing its strength but there was only one way it was coming off. A sigh and Emma retreated to her own room to wash up, only then catching the eyes of the wolf watching her as Red stood just beyond the doorway to the queen's bedchamber. A dip of her head then she was gone but Emma doubted that was the end of it, or what she had witnessed.
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Next on the Collar
"Only that my aunt, well my mother's half sister," Eva clarified for the wolf's benefit, "sent her daughter, Emma, to another world. Given our Queen's skill I do not think it beyond the realm of possibility that they are one and the same. How ironic," she chuckled to herself. "But to know that Emma may be my cousin-."