I've had the next few chapter written for quite a while, just needed to link them up. Hope you enjoy a bit of action and new situations that will further push SQ.
Loved your reactions to the glasses for Emma, thankfully most of you seem to be with me on the pace of the story. Yes, it's a slow burn but to me that is more realistic and I like to write most of the in-between scenes so we see everything and that tends lead to long stories.
And on that note the teaser for last chapter got bumped but this is a bit longer than usual...sorry but we won't find out what has befallen Red until the next chapter. Please don't hate me -_- However, it is almost finished so be nice to me and 'll get it up asap ;)
Not safe for work!
Oh and first chapter from my brand new laptop that my girlfriend bought me as my old but trusty steed has been threatening to blow up for the last year and god forbid it lost any of my drafts...! :O
I'm rambling aren't I? Ok, bye!
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"Come," Emma jumped to her feet as the queen swept past, her longer legs quickly catching up. Regina reached out with her magic to find her other pets, eyes narrowing when she tracked them to the armoury. Braxas had been bothering her about ordering some new weapons and it seemed he had detained her blacksmith longer than necessary. The slave followed, still painfully aroused, her underwear soaked and nipples chafing against her under-shirt but she doubted there would be any relief for hours.
"I shall play with you later, pet," Regina reassured her slave, feeling the blonde's arousal radiating off her as she followed her mistress so obediently. "The pup has admirable stamina but lacks a certain finesse," the queen purred and Emma fought back a groan. "I have been awaiting your full recovery to ensure you are able to fully satisfy me."
"Yes, Mistress," was all Emma could voice. They completed their journey in silence, Regina distracted by the strangled words, reviewing possible scenarios as they walked.
"Mistress," Red and Greta murmured their greetings as the queen burst into the outer chamber of the armoury.
"Braxas, need this have taken so long?" The queen sighed as she waved her hand, gesturing to the pile of weapons that had been accumulated on a bench in the centre of the room.
"Ah, My Queen!" The captain of her guard responded. "Forgive me but I have been discussing new weapon designs with the smith," he beamed, including Emma in his enthusiasm, it was good to see the girl well. She was a fighter, in more ways than one, and despite early clashes he realised that she was well equipped to protect his queen.
"Hmm," Regina took the sketch that was thrust at her by the captain of her guard. The man was quite ingenious at times so she decided to take a minute to review the design he seemed so proud of. "Interesting," she mused. "Pet?" All eyes were on the blonde as the queen motioned that the slave was to take a look. "This -." Regina underlined a particular annotation with her finger as she waited for her pet to retrieve her eye glasses which she did, slipping them on with a well practised motion. Alex stared, they were for a slave? The smith had expected them to be for the queen herself or another noble otherwise -. She had spent the best part of a week making them! The blacksmith forced herself to relax, the queen's eyes drifting her way before being distracted by her favoured one. Red noted the look and sighed, jealousy was so much hard work and she wished Alex would get over it. If what the wolf had witnessed the previous night was any indication then Emma was likely to be around for a very long time.
"I see," Emma murmured, the design was for a sword, or pair of swords that appeared to be sheathed on the users back from the rather talented drawings she was looking at. "No," she looked up to gauge Red's opinion, "the balance will be off and they are too long to draw effectively." Emma looked around and strode to a rack of swords, seeking permission from her mistress before selecting two of equal size. "See," raising her crossed arms above her head she mimicked the action of drawing the swords from an imaginary scabbard mounted on her back, "the hilts will catch if you keep them that way." Braxas nodded as he saw her point, the hilts were designed with narrow trident-like extensions to allow both ends to be used to cut and slash but could become easily caught on each other.
"Yes, I see what you mean," Red murmured.
"But," Emma couldn't resist and spun the swords in her hands, blades a silver blur of motion before she tightened her grip. Red smirking to herself at the way various eyes were widening in admiration or shock at the slaves previously hidden skills."If you design the scabbard so they can be drawn downwards the problem is solved," she added a demonstrative draw, outwards and downwards away from her body, pointing them towards the blacksmith before twirling the blades so they faced tip down, now no danger to herself or anyone present. Neither the queen nor Red missed the threat to the blacksmith and it amused them both, Emma was more than capable of taking care of herself, and the queen.
"Well lass," Braxas let out a booming chuckle, "you never cease to surprise me. You are extremely skilled," his large hands clapping as he spoke and Emma dipped into a mocking bow, allowing herself to smile at the man before once again looking to her mistress. A nod and the swords were placed neatly back in the rack.
"Oh, she has many talents, Braxas," Regina purred, relaxed when surrounded by only trusted individuals.
"And I am sure you enjoy them all, My Queen," the burly man bowed. "I will speak to the tanner regarding a suitable scabbard before I commission the blades. Alex, can you refine the design and tally up the cost for each unit? I do not mean to have such weapons mass produced but there are a few who could wield them to their full potential," he explained, still enthused by his project.
"Have Red sign them off and have a pair made for my pet, but also suitable for ceremonial duties," Regina instructed.
"Of course, Majesty," Braxas agreed jovially, pleased that his idea had been approved by the queen.
"Red," the queen pulled the wolf to one side and spoke softly as her pet listened intently before leaving the room in haste, the room's occupants curious about her mission.
"Come, you too pup," the click of the queen's heels on the stone floor and once again Emma and Greta were led through the halls, the rest of the day continuing in a similar way, the slaves following their mistress from meeting to meeting until evening drew around and they alone in the queen's study after the last of the trade representatives had left.
"Mistress?" Emma was tired of all the people and she imagined the queen felt the same. Brown eyes met green and the slave noted the lines of exhaustion beginning to appear at the corners as the queen shifted in her chair. "May we help you relax?" The slave questioned and Regina sighed, her back was starting to bother her.
"Soon," the queen murmured. "But first bring me the girl. And food," she added before vanishing in a cloud of purple smoke.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma replied to the empty air. "You get the food, I'll find the girl," the blonde delegated, assuming that the queen would not want Greta around the girl unsupervised.
"Yes, Emma," Greta sighed and nodded, resigned to whatever the queen would have her do when she saw Miss Eva again.
A knock on the door of the rooms allocated to Eva and her father revealed the duke's -, servant?
"Yes?" Emma didn't recognise the man who was looking her up and down, noting the unfeminine leather and shirt. "Who are you?" He sneered.
"I am here on the orders of Her Majesty, The Dark Queen," Emma growled at the man's condescension. "Who shall I tell her is disrespecting her representative?" She sneered, stepping forward threateningly.
"Ah! And to what do we owe this pleasure?" Emma blinked at the greeting as the duke spotted her in the doorway.
"The Queen has requested the presence of your daughter, I am to escort her," the slave replied, standing tall, hands clasped behind her back. "However it seems that my request was not conveyed as quickly as possible," Emma shot a dark look at the man.
"Of course, Eva!" the duke called eagerly for his daughter. "You are dismissed," the duke waved distractedly at the other man. "Leave us, no one disrespects the Queen or our saviour."
"But Sire -," the idiot blustered and Emma mimicked his earlier look.
"Buh-bye!" She wriggled her fingers at the man, imitating a scene from one of her favourite movies. Damn she missed cheerleaders. "Please escort him to Captain Braxas," Emma instructed one of the guards who had come to investigate the raised voices.
"Yes Ma'am," he dipped his head and glared at the servant who was still protesting.
"He was loaned from a Lord, not one of my men. I will not miss the pompous oaf," Duke Archard smiled at the queen's slave. "Ah, here she is," Archard beckoned eagerly to his daughter. "Come, do not keep the Queen waiting."
"Calm down, papa," a kiss was placed on the Duke's cheek as Eva bustled past him.
"Emma," the girl murmured a greeting, blushing as she stepped past the slave the blonde herself frowning at the use of her name as it was not commonly used by the queen.
"Umm," the duke scratched the back of his neck, "please remind the Queen of our agreement."
"I will," Emma ducked her head as she turned away from the man, her attention now on the girl waiting for her.
"How is Greta?" Eva questioned shyly as they walked through the hall, towards the queen.
"I cannot say," Emma glanced at the girl, she looked genuinely concerned so the blonde relented slightly, releasing a sigh before she spoke. "Greta is wolf, a young one. She acts without thinking but the Queen has the situation under control," the slave confirmed, noting the anxious look the girl now wore. "She does not hold you to blame."
"But I -," a glare from Emma silenced the protest.
"Accept the Queen's benevolence on the matter. Red explained the situation but the Queen has assigned blame as she sees fit. You are not strong enough to handle any punishment she may give." Emma turned to see the girl's head hanging down. "Trust me, do not question her on this."
"Yes, Emma," the response was murmured but the slave knew she had been understood. When they arrived at the queen's chambers Emma paused and knocked only to have the door swing open.
Regina looked up as her pet entered with the girl, Greta had already arrived with a large tray of food, enough to feed them all and was kneeling directly in front of the queen.
"Mistress," Emma greeted the queen and received a distracted nod in return, the slave remained standing until she received further instruction. "Welcome" a more cordial greeting was given to the nobleman's daughter. "Please join me, have you eaten?" A slender hand gestured to the chair opposite the queen's own and the girl seated herself, sweeping her long skirt from beneath her as she did.
"Yes, thank you," Eva replied with a gracious dip of her own head.
"Well, my pets have not been fed, I am sure that they would appreciate the sustenance," Regina smiled at her guest and gestured to the tray of food placed on the table between the two noblewomen.
"Yes, My Queen," Eve replied politely but waiting for the queen to take the lead.
"But first -," a nod to Greta and Regina sat back as the young wolf shuffled as gracefully as she could on her knees to face the young woman.
"I would like to apologise for my behaviour, Miss Eva," Greta looked up into the strange golden eyes of the faye. "It will never happen again and my mistress has taken steps to ensure this. I am very, very sorry for forcing myself on you."
"As I am sorry for my role in the incident," the girl responded immediately, eyes flicking to the queen. "I must insist on taking some of the blame, Majesty." Emma frowned as her advice was ignored and she pitied the girl if the queen decided to follow through. "I believe I may have activated her magic prior to the incident."
"Really?" Regina leaned forward, curiosity raised by the comment. "Explain."
"I -." Eva stumbled over her words as she tried to gather her thoughts. "It's very strong. I- , it was. It calls to me," she eventually answered and Emma watched as the queen leaned forward, a hand on Greta's shoulder as she observed her guest.
"I laid my hand on her chest," the girl demonstrated the action on herself, one that Emma had seen the queen use on both Greta and Eva when she first met the young women. "It was only after that -."
Regina inhaled and sat back, eyes on both culprits. This was an interesting development, not a total surprise but it did explain why the pup's wolf had burst forth so unexpectedly.
"The wolf is under control now," the queen purred as she idly toyed with Greta's collar. " This was a necessary measure, regardless of any influence caused by your actions." Eva's eyes were drawn to the young wolf as she noticed the collar for the first time, she focused and could only detect the faintest trace of magic coming from Greta.
"Yes, My Queen," was the only and wisest response, Emma thought as she studied the queen's face.
"It was -," Regina paused as she searched for the correct word, "understandable, given your own affinity for magic. You will find that those with their own magic especially strong magic," Greta gasped as the queen pulled her head back, roughly tugging on her hair and exposing the young wolf's neck, "are infinitely more attractive than those without." Regina leaned forward and scented the pup's skin, running her tongue along its length, teeth nipping just behind the slave's ear. "Bar notable exceptions," eyes swirling with magic looked towards Emma and her sex clenched but the queen's point was made.
"But now food," Greta was released and her lithe body quickly adjusted to its freedom and she kept her balance. "Feed her." Regina commanded her guest and Eva hesitantly took the small morsel of food presented. "Wolves have an extremely high metabolism and will eat two to three times the amount of a non magical creature," Regina lectured. "Ensure a slave is fed regularly unless you are withholding food as part of a punishment. Then starve them as you wish, your magic will be able to monitor the necessary bodily functions and detect when they are near death. But again, those with magic will survive much, much longer and is that something to bear in mind."
Emma kept her face neutral at the offhand nature of the queen's words, so casually discussing the mortality of ones under her control. Emma could be extreme but her methods never threatened the long term physical health of her slaves, it may alter them mentally but she was careful. Maybe the odd scar but nothing major.
"Pet, cider," Emma nodded and dutifully filled two glasses, presenting them to both woman as they ate. She glanced at Greta and approved of the delicate and patient way she was taking food from the faye. A click of the queen's fingers and Emma approached, immediately dropping to her knees on the cushion by the queen's side. Regina hummed her approval at the slave's close proximity, it had been a very long day and before she relished what she was doing she found her fingers sinking into thick blonde hair, her pet's own hum of contentment barely audible but it was there, mirroring her own but neither realising.
It was quiet except for the pop and crackle of the fire, Eva watched the queen interact with her pet, she looked relaxed here in the privacy of her chambers, casually feeding the slave and sipping her goblet of cider. Emma ate what she was given, thankful that the queen was paying more attention to Greta and her guest than plying her with food. She was full, warm and relaxed all feelings that rarely coincided for her in this world.
It was only when the queen's fingers fell to the back of her neck, while her mistress engaged her guest in small talk, that the mood shifted. Strong fingers kneaded Emma's tired muscles, all still a little weaker than she would like after her accident but it felt sooo good. She struggled to keep her head upright, the temptation to drop it onto her chest and give into the pleasure was burning strong. When the queen's fingers began softly stroking the very recent wound on her neck the slight pain cut through the daze she was in and sending a shudder through her body.
As soon as Regina felt the movement she tuned into her pet, the slave's breathing was faster and shallower and hitched every time she brushed over the bite she had inflicted earlier that day. With the memory of her pet's reaction to that encounter Regina realised the effect her absent-minded caresses were having on the slave by her side.
"Fuck her," the queen suddenly demanded, catching the attention of the young women. "Fuck the slave." Regina gestured to her guest and the wolf kneeling in front of her. She was going to take her time with her pet but there was never any harm in enjoying a show first, it only enhanced the experience.
"Yes, My Queen. But how?" Eva straightened at the request, she had been constantly replaying the events of her previous visit in her head whenever she had opportunity. To be offered a chance to touch one of the queen's slaves was -.
"Pup, stand and spread your legs," Greta did as she was commanded, standing before the girl with her feet planted in a stance wide enough to allow access to her sex. "Lift your skirt." The young wolf obeyed, lifting one of the short skirts the queen requested she wear, and revealing her silken underwear that was already darkened at the crotch. A click and Greta felt air directly on her heated flesh causing the slave to gasp and Eva's eyes to widen as she caught sight of the wolf's glistening folds.
"Play with her, like I showed you," the queen instructed and Emma watched as Eva reached forward hands visibly shaking, pausing before she made contact. "Do it!" The queen's words sent a jolt through the girl and a look of focused determination set. Greta panted as she felt the first exploritive touches, gentle contact as fingertips slipped over the wet flesh between her legs. "Pup, you may show your pleasure," the queen's permission cut through the tension in the air and her words were met with an immediate moan from the young wolf.
Eva looked up at the sound, finding the slave's bright blue ones looking down at her, teeth caught between the points of teeth, sharp even though the girl's wolf was suppressed. As their eyes connected both recalled their kiss and fingers gained confidence, now travelling the full length of the girl's sex, slicking back and forth, teasing and stroking as legs began to tremble but never entering.
Greta was already struggling, Emma noted critically, its was arousing to see her in such a state but she needed to work on her control.
"Enter her," Regina had been watching intently and the girl was doing well, the wolf already moaning and tossing her head but stilled at the queen's words.
"Yes, My Queen," Eva acknowledged and slowed her actions, the tip of one finger poised to enter as she savoured the scent of the slave's arousal so close to her face. A teasing circle around the opening before she stopped again.
"Look at me," Eva's voice was firm and steady, her confidence a surprise to Greta who looked down and became fixated on golden eyes that appeared to be glowing. "Good girl," a whimper as the faye took complete control of the wolf, Regina humming her approval as she scratched her nails across her pet's scalp in a way she knew excited the blonde.
A cry from the wolf as a lone finger slid inside hot muscle, barely moving, teasing until hips bucked forward, wanting more, needing more. Motion increased as did the friction Greta was feeling, slow deep thrusts inside as she clenched around the digit.
"That's it, stay in control," Regina purred, pleased at how her guest was taking to her task. "Let it build slowly until she is so desperate she will do anything you wish if you only allow her the release she craves." Emma couldn't help but react to the words spoken with such sexuality but it was only because her pet's body issued a short tremor that the queen picked up on it.
"Soon, my pet. Soon," whispered words breathed in the shell of the slave's ear caused an instant reaction as Emma felt her underwear become uncomfortably moist. A chuckle as Regina settled back in her chair to watch the rest of the show but still in contact with her pet.
Eva added another finger and watched as the wolf closed her eyes and tossed her head, thick hair streaming down her still clothed back, skirt held bunched around her waist.
"I told you to look at me!" A stern voice issued from the faye and Greta immediately snapped her eyes back to her current mistress.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Eva," Greta gasped, hips rocking to accommodate a deep thrust. Regina watched, very pleased with the progress of the young noblewoman, she was a natural dominant and the slave was responding well, no sign of a rebellious inner wolf causing problems.
"Now, just inside is a very smooth patch of skin then a little further in you will find a rough patch, play those with your fingertips and on each stroke as you fuck her," Regina continued her instruction and Eva nodded. She had felt both and they did seem to excite the slave but now she paid them both more attention, shallower curving thrusts as she caught both spots then taking time to play with each individually, the slave crying out and muscles clenching as she did. It was not an orgasm but Eva thought it wouldn't be too long now if she kept this up.
"Now withdraw," Regina instructed. "You decide when she climaxes, you remain in control," she confirmed with a smirk, looking down at her own pet who was watching with avid interest, and not so hidden arousal. "Touch the centre of her pleasure, the nub, circle it with your finger, rub it or pinch it, whatever gains the result you desire but do not over stimulate or this may allow her to climax."
Eva took the instructions to the letter and experimented until Greta was a quivering mess above her, the pup's legs were shaking and her thighs were slick with the juices the faye had been coaxing from her. The slave was trying very, very hard to stay standing, even with her wolf's constitution she was being played perfectly, the young noblewoman extremely in tune with her toy. Fingers sped and
Greta's whimpers became constant but she didn't look away from the one giving her pleasure, she wasn't sure she could even if she wanted to, so mesmerising were those eyes, deep, deep pools of amber.
Emma and the queen were enjoying the sight of the pup being so well fucked, the young wolf was incredibly attractive at the best of times but to see her coming undone in such a way was - . Emma gasped as a trickle of magic entered her body from where the queen was gently clasping her neck, it was an extremely possessive gesture but one that the blonde found strangely grounding, an oddly human connection. Eyes followed the motion of Eva's arm as she continued to fill the slave with her fingers, by now her whole hand was wet and the movements seemed almost effortless so eager was the wolf's sex to be filled, to be fucked.
"Now," Regina purred. A light stroke of Eva's thumb was all it took to send the wolf over, a howl was let loose as she came, breath shuddering along with her body but she remained standing, a miracle Emma thought, but impressive and boded well for the rest of her training. "Ease her through the climax, if you wish, then remove yourself." Eva did as she was told and was left with a hand coated in Greta's fluid.
"I would like her to clean it," golden eyes searched the queen's for permission, a nod and it was given. "Kneel. Clean your mess off," Eva instructed the young wolf who obeyed, dropping to her knees before using careful swipes of her long, slightly rough tongue, to thoroughly clean the skin of her essence. Eva found the experience strangely erotic but knew from the way the queen was focused on her pet that the evening had drawn to an end and she would have to take matters into her own hands back in her rooms.
"As pleasant as this has been I must ask you to leave for tonight," the queen decreed, predictably.
"Of course, My Queen. Thank you for another very educational evening," the faye glanced down at the wolf pup, seeing she was holding the correct pose and looking down at the rug. "Goodnight," Eva rose and saw herself to the door, offering her queen a bow before leaving the room.
As soon as the door closed Regina turned her full attention to her pet.
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Next on The Collar
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. It was then the rage took her and she broke free but the wound was worse than anticipated and -. Was that poison? The wolf thought as her head began to spin and her body went into spasms as it tried to decide which form was safest.