Swan Queen fluff amongst other things for your reading pleasure.
Thank you for bearing with all the wolfy stuff last chapter but I had to fit it in at that point. Thanks also for the reviews and I will reply to all your messages as soon as I get chance.
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"Shhh," Regina reached out to the girl whose head hung down, the queen's fingers slipping into thick locks and scratching the pup's scalp. "The wolf is caged so you need not fear now, it will take time but you are strong and you will be a fine wolf when the collar releases, but it will not until you are ready." Greta relaxed under the touch, she knew the queen could be gentle but she felt undeserving, only submitting to the gentle touch as it was her mistresses will. Regina let the pup compose herself and enjoyed the feeling of the girl's submission, it was often the quiet moments that achieved more than the violent ones but there needed to be balance and that is what she would discuss with her pet later that day.
Regina left her chambers with the young wolf at her heels, the girl would need to be closely monitored until she became fully accustomed to the collar, a duty Red would fulfil when the queen did not require the pup's presence. Regina smiled as she walked through the halls, everything was coming together nicely and after a conference scheduled for that afternoon the trading parties would be leaving and then her palace would be free of the morons. The next big event was the summer solstice but that was something she always looked forward to. It was a celebration of fertility and the harvest so things often got a little wild, but in the best way, Regina smirked to herself.
"Girl, find Emma, bring her to me. I will be in my study," the queen ordered and Greta peeled off and headed towards the kitchens, communicating with Red as she did to speed up the process.
"We are needed," Red launched to her feet and picked up her empty plate. "Greta comes for us," she explained to the slave. "I will organise food for the Queen or she will not eat," Red sighed as she left the slave and blacksmith alone. Emma ignored the other woman and rapidly finished the rest of her food, finding that her appetite had finally returned and by the time she was done and facing an empty plate Red was calling to them.
"The Queen requests your presence," Greta politely informed the other slave and Emma studied the girl carefully for signs of abuse. "I'm fine," the young wolf picked up on the blonde's concern. "It's just a big adjustment, you know?"
"I do," Emma offered a smile and a gentle touch on the pup's arm.
"I know, I still can't believe that you took the collar, not after -," Greta stopped herself before she revealed more. The blacksmith was listening, confused but listening and the young wolf knew the secret of Emma's origin was just that, a secret. "I will get used to it but -."
"But it represses her wolf," Red explained as she handed Emma a full platter of breads, fruits and cheeses. "Take this to the queen. Braxas has requested that you visit the armoury," Red then addressed the blacksmith who nodded. "If the Queen needs her, come for her there," the older wolf instructed. "We will talk later," she added cryptically to the blonde slave and Emma nodded as they parted ways.
It only took a few minutes for Emma and Greta to walk through the palace to the queen's study but it meant passing through the most populated areas. No-one stopped their obvious mission, a tray of food held by the blonde, but many smiled and nodded their greeting as she passed, the slave returning them politely but brusquely having no clue who these people were.
"Ah! Pet," Regina looked up from the final contracts she was reviewing and gestured for her pet to come closer. "Girl, you are not needed now. Go to Red and tell her you are to help ready for the meeting."
"Yes, Mistress," Greta bobbed a curtsey and left the two women alone.
"Kneel," Regina commanded, resting back in her chair until her pet came to her, the slave carefully placing the tray of food within the the queen's reach before dropping to her knees by her mistresses side.
"Mistress?" Emma looked up and was appraised by surprisingly thoughtful eyes before the queen was all business, rifling briefly on her desk to retrieve the mystery box Alex had brought with her earlier in the day. Regina opened the box and surveyed the contents, out of sight of the slave before nodding her approval.
"Here, pet," the queen turned at the waist and held out an object for her slave. Emma blinked, unsure what she was being shown. "Close your eyes," Regina sighed impatiently. Emma did as she was told and felt a pressure on her face and a pinch on the bridge of her nose. "Open."
Emma blinked and tried to focus, hands rising unbidden to her face.
"Can you see?" The queen questioned, leaning forward.
"Not perfectly," Emma replied, blinking again, making small adjustments.
"Alright," Regina reached for a paper from her desk and passed it to the slave whose grip slipped before getting a firmer hold. "Now, tell me when you can." Emma nodded and held still as her vision blurred completely.
"That's much worse," the slave informed her mistress who simply hummed. "There!" Emma exclaimed, jerking slightly as the page came into full focus.
"There." Regina repeated before sitting back in her chair.
"May I?" Emma asked permission that was granted with a small smile. Regina watched as her pet fumbled slightly to unhook the legs that were attaching the frame to her ears before carefully removing them. Emma did not know how to react to the gift, simply stood and stared at it in slight shock. This was big, she really fucking needed to talk to Red!
"Now you can read," the queen explained rather brusquely. "I will need you to review documents," she sniffed dismissively.
"Of course, thank you, Mistress," Emma murmured as she turned the intricately made eye glasses over in her hands. They were made of finely wrought gold, archaic in their shape, perfectly round and the queen had used her magic to adjust the lenses to Emma's own prescription. This would save her endless headaches but -.
"Are they not to your liking?" Regina scowled as she leaned closer to examine the craftsmanship, such items were extremely hard to make given the technology available to the smiths and to think her pet was ungrateful -.
"No, they are amazing," Emma lurched forward, body acting without thought and placed an awkward kiss on her mistresses cheek. The act shocked both women, the queen froze and Emma jerked back to her original position, unsure of what had come over her.
"Well, make sure you are of use," Regina growled as she readjusted her position, now ignoring her pet as she went back to studying her papers, Emma kneeling in her usual pose.
"Mistress?" Emma couldn't help but smile slightly at the rumble that came from the queen's stomach after about thirty minutes had passed. Regina snarled and threw the scroll she was reading across the desk in a fit of temper. "You should eat, it's late," Emma dared suggest, face neutral as she was confronted by the queen's ire.
Regina huffed before realising that it was nearly noon and she'd had no breakfast.
"I do not need to eat, you however are still recovering and must not skip your luncheon," the queen decreed and held out a small cracker smeared with some kind of cheese. Emma didn't hesitate in taking the morsel, to be honest she was still stuffed from breakfast but to turn it down would be a grave insult to her mistress. So, like a good pet she ate the food given to her, not missing the absent-minded bites the queen took as she continued to review her papers. Regina frowned, hand reaching for food that was no longer there. Emma pretended not to see the disgruntled sideways look the queen shot her after her mistress realised the platter was empty, instead keeping her eyes down, glasses firmly in place. She could feel the queen's eyes remaining on her but the slave stayed motionless and silent, mind repeating her shocking and completely uncontrolled lurch towards the queen. What the fuck was wrong with her? Sure, the glasses would make her life easier but it was simply a basic necessity that that she had forgone for weeks due to this damn place!
"Look at me," Regina had been curiously watching her pet, a distraction from her papers and of course the slave was extremely attractive, especially when she held such inner battles. It was the nuances that gave it away, a tightening of facial muscles, setting of the shoulders and of course the emotional shifts that were muted and but still felt by the queen, emanating through the blonde's collar. The young wolf was an open book but this one-.
Emma looked up, setting her expression to one of controlled neutrality as she met the queen's eyes.
"Walk with me," the command unexpected but also an unexpected relief. The slave had been sure that her mistress was going to question her action, analyse it, and she had no fucking answers! Emma carefully placed her glasses back in the case the queen handed her, tucking it safely into the waistband of her pants, it dug in a little but shouldn't come loose. There was no point wearing them now, her general and long vision were pretty damn good. Emma followed on the queen's heels as they traversed the palace, the slave noting but ignoring the ever curious stares and whispered words that followed wherever she went.
As they progressed through the halls Emma realised that she was being led to an area that Emma was unfortunately familiar with, the dungeons. The slave recognised the passageway that led to the cell she had been kept in and she tensed, now on full alert as they walked deeper into the bowels of the palace. Regina smirked to herself as she noted the change in her pet's demeanour, the slave was wary, and so she should be.
"Remember this?" The queen smirked as she ran her fingers over the bars of the cell Emma had been kept in, her fingers emitting purple sparks as they made contact with the metal. "It is a good job you accepted my offer. The bars are enchanted, you would never have left had I wished to keep you," a throaty chuckle as Regina noted her pet's discomfort.
"Red -?" Emma snapped her mouth shut, her mistress was in an unpredictable mood and the slave did not want to overstep her position, not here where she could hear rats rustling and squeaking in the blackened corners. Regina turned to face her pet and quirked her brow in question, the silent gesture giving permission for the blonde to speak. It had been quiet around the palace when her pet had been bedridden, the slave's thoughts were rarely banal.
"Does she come down here every full moon?" Emma blurted, a question that kept coming to mind but never when Red was around to ask.
"No," a shake of her mistresses head emphasizing the word. "I instructed her to watch you those nights but the wolf is strong when the moon is full, she shifts because she wishes to, not because the the moon demands." Regina watched as her pet blinked, the green of her eyes catching the light from the lone torch burning on the wall, such pretty eyes. Emma tensed as her mistress bared her teeth, at once the predator as the slave stepped back only to find herself pressed against the dank wall.
"But if I demand that she does not to shift on the fullest moon her mood is unpredictable but the sex is extremely satisfying." Emma shuddered at the thought, sex with the queen was always intense but she imagined it with every sense heightened and instincts raw and it appealed to her basest nature. Arousal pooled as warm breath ghosted across the slave's cheek, the queen leaning in to inhale her pet's scent, hooded eyes fluttering closed as sharp teeth nipped at the exposed flesh of the blonde's neck.
"You would make such a magnificent wolf," Regina purred, the idea fascinating her. "But you lack the magic to make such a thing possible." Emma released the breath she hadn't realised that she had been holding, both relieved and disappointed by the queen's words. She really did have enough to deal with, without having to manage what sounded like the devil spawn of PMS. "A pity," Regina murmured as she used the weight of her body to pin her pet, teeth and tongue nipping, tasting. "My three pets, leading the pack as they run through the forests." Emma whimpered as the queen bit down particularly hard, it seemed an age since her mistress last touched her this way but only days had passed.
"The thought excites you," Regina could feel the blonde's nipples harden through her shirt and breath shorten tellingly. Emma gasped as the queen pulled away to reveal yellow slit pupils eyeing the slave, hunger writ large. Regina licked a now pointed canine and lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the crook of the slave's neck, Emma reflexively grasped the queen's shoulders, not to push her away but to bring her closer. The hot tang of blood spilled into her mouth and Regina moaned before a door slammed nearby, breaking her concentration and the glamour she had used. The two woman stared at each other, blown green eyes drawn to the trickle of blood meandering from the corner of her mistresses mouth.
"If you like the beasts so much maybe I will loan you to the barracks. You look so good in chains," Regina sneered, now that the moment was broken she did not like the way a wolf's bite had aroused her pet so quickly.
"No -," Emma gasped, trying to clear her head, the queen curling her lip.
"No?" Regina hissed, teeth bared and prepared to punish her pet for her insolence.
"No," Emma pushed off the wall, breathing now under control. "Only you can excite me this way, Mistress," the slave purred as she dropped to her knees before the queen. "Shall I go to the barracks?" The blonde questioned, her submission immediately pacifying the queen, her words offering flattery.
Emma never got an answer.
"Wait here," the queen instructed her pet and the blonde nodded, the dank dungeons oppressing her senses, hooded eyes tracking her mistress step beyond the guards and disappear into the darkness.
"I have decided your punishment," Regina purred as she observed the amazon, by the light of single candle she had conjured, 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. There was no answer from the woman but she was watching the queen, seemingly emotionless.
"You amazons think you are so noble," the queen hissed. "You have no idea what it truly means," Regina turned to leave, the image of her pet appearing unbidden in her mind. "But you will learn." The words echoing as she left the woman in darkness once again.
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Next on The Collar
Red left the castle in her wolf form, the journey was urgent and she had more stamina than even the queen's best horses. She ran all through the night and as dawn was about to break she approached her destination, slowing as she reached the border, knowing she would not approach unseen.
What she wasn't expecting was the net that came down on her, claws slashing out as she struggled to free herself or the arrow that hit her shoulder.