Apologies to all of you for the duplicated chapter last time. Thanks for all the reviews and comments.
This one is not safe for work but please let me know what you think, I'm curious to know your thoughts on the interactions taking place.
A few people have mentioned being curious about the general world this is set in so if there is anything in particular you want to see or need explained let me know and I will cover it.
This whole chapter is newly written to keep the flow and means that the teaser from last chapter has been bumped until the next. Sorry about that but these ladies demand I take my time and do things properly!
I hope this adds to your day, in a good way. I could have been mean where I cut the chapter today but felt like being nice and not leaving you hanging :)
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"Red always performs well, whatever duties I require," the wolf issued a low growl of agreement. "But now we must return, there are many matters I must attend to." Both the queen's pets stood to attention as their queen rose to her feet, coming to stand either side of their mistress as she reached for their hands. "Until tomorrow," Regina bade her friend farewell as they disappeared in a swirl of purple smoke.
"That woman always causes trouble," the amazon queen muttered to herself as her warriors began to pick themselves of the floor. "But it sure keeps life interesting," she chuckled. "Send me Belle so she can explain to me again why she shot the Queen's messenger," she commanded her guards. "And ready the horses. We set out for the palace in an hour!"
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"Red," the queen ordered the second they had appeared back in her quarters, the exact same spot in the bed chamber from where they had left, "rest wherever you please until our guests arrive tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress," Red looked a little sheepish before looking pointedly at the rug beside the queen's bed.
"Yes, alright then," Regina huffed. "But use the bed, I do not wish to be tripping over you." The wolf looked pleasantly surprised but immediately began stripping before the offer was rescinded. Emma barely withheld a smile at the wolf's enthusiasm and also her mistresses faked indigence. As soon as her clothes were neatly folded Red reverted to her wolf form and curled up on the bed of the bed, a contended sigh leaving her massive form as she inhaled the queen's scent, eyes closing as she did.
"Come, we must see to the pup," Emma followed her queen as the blonde rather belatedly recalled that Greta had been left unattended all night and most of the day.
It was a soft touch that woke her. A sudden start, but aching muscles reminded the girl that she was still bound, sore and hungry. Emma and the queen were here, and Red too, somewhere more distant but still within the queen's chambers Greta's sleep fogged mind reasoned as she scented the air. Emma stood back and watched as the queen slowly roused the girl with soft touches before a surprising slap landing on the butt of the dildo still lodged in the girl's ass surprised both slaves. Regina rolled her neck, it had been a stressful day and she was ansty, reaching down between the girls legs she found her dripping wet. It was a simple thought to magic away her own clothes then enter her newest pet, roughly, with a large, thick shaft that made Emma wince as she watched it slowly pushed inside the girl, but the blonde could not deny the peak in her own arousal at the sight.
Emma watched as the queen slowly fucked her slave, the low moans and hisses coming from the girl indicating both pleasure and pain as she was filled by the queen. Regina took her time, she knew the girl was aroused but wanted to draw this out for her own satisfaction and that of her audience, not unaware if the effect this was having on her pet. The blonde's pupils were blown and her breathing a little erratic. An idle touch to the girls ass sent a jolt of magic through her, a moan of pleasure following, a more purposeful manipulation as the dildo was eased slowly in and out in counterpart to the queen's thrusts was met with much more vocality. As the gag disappeared Greta sucked in deep breaths, a slap on her ass drawing a cry.
"Beg me," the queen growled as she upped her pace, thrusts now more brutal as she pounded into her young wolf.
"P-Please, Mistress," Greta tried to free her head but was still bound to the bench, her whole body feeling the impact as the queen entered her. When she was completely full it hurt but when she was empty she craved to be filled. Lying here with that inside her all night had made her wonder and fantasise about how much it would hurt to be taken by the queen that way, or how good. In truth it was a mixture of both and she was lost to the conflicting sensations and emotions her mistress was subjecting her to. Emma was there, Greta knew Emma was watching as the smell of the blonde's sex became heady and potent and the fact excited the wolf, that she could cause both the queen and her pet to feel that way.
"Please!" It was a desperate cry that appealed to the darker urges of both the queen and slave as the girl was receiving her 'lesson'. Greta whimpered, if she could just -. "Please -, Mistress -."
Regina left the girl after her own climax hit, tremors of pleasure dissipating delightfully as they reacted with her own magic, the girl still impaled as the queen walked away, a naked strut towards her pet. Emma was knocked back by the force of the kiss bestowed upon her, lips clashing as the queen forced her back against the edge of the desk. Emma couldn't help but moan as she felt the queen's body pressed up against her.
"I know you enjoyed that, pet," the slave gasped as a slim hand was slipped into her pants, fingers rubbing and pressing until Emma bit back a cry.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," was the blonde's gasped response as she was unable to hold back her own orgasm.
"You're forgiven, she puts on an erotic display, does she not?" Regina gestured casually towards Greta who was left unsatisfied, sweating, bound and still hooded, the queen's fingers now glistening with her pet's fluid.
"She does, Mistress," Emma acknowledged as she found her feet, having rested all her weight on the wood beneath her while receiving the queen's attention. Then those still wet fingers were pushed between swollen lips to be cleaned and Emma obliged, licking and sucking until they were withdrawn.
"Good girl," Regina smirked as she surveyed the chaos she had managed to create in just few short minutes. "Release her and have her ready to serve as quickly as possible," Regina instructed before performing a rapid cleansing spell to rid herself of her slaves' distinctive musk and re-dressing herself, she would bathe later, now she had a palace to run.
Emma was left alone with the girl.
"We need to talk."
"Shit!" Emma jumped as Red appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a fur. "None werewolf here!"
"Sorry," Red apologised but the smirk she wore mocked the slave and her competitively muted senses.
"I have questions," Emma confirmed with a nod.
"As do I," green eyes were narrowed at the blonde. "See to the pup, I need to rest. We'll talk when we can. But thank you, for helping me today," Red's face was emotionless but the words meant a lot to Emma.
"You'll do," the slave winked at her friend before the wolf disappeared, back to the queen's bed Emma assumed.
"Hey," Emma's scent and a soft hand on her back alerted Greta to the blonde's proximity. She could hear now and had heard the exchange between the slave and Red. What had happened? Was Red alright? "Relax and we'll get you out of there, Ok?" 'Ok', the word was not one used in the kingdom but Greta had heard Red using it too and it Greta had learned that it meant things were right, good but now it was a question. "Don't struggle," Emma cautioned. "I'm going to get these things out of you then undo the straps before I take off the hood. Just relax."
"Yes, Emma," Greta replied and forced her body to stay limp as the slave removed both dildos the queen had left inside the girl as carefully as she could, still there was a hiss or two of pain as they came free.
"Good girl," Emma praised as she left both items on a tray by the bench to deal with later if they didn't magically disappear before she got round to cleaning them as these things usually did. Greta felt empty without them, empty and sore, and still very, very aroused. Emma sighed when the girl whimpered, knowing the cause. "Don't think about it too much, that just makes it worse. At least she's not still teasing you so it should wear off in an hour or two. Unless she left some magic in you?"
"No. I -, I don't' think so?" The question was formed.
"Well, I think you'd know if she did, it's impossible to ignore and she can keep it there for days," Emma replied, sighing.
"Then no. Lucky me." Emma chuckled at the pup's wry delivery, always impressed with the girl's pragmatic approach to her situation.
"An orgasm would have made you luckier," Emma teased only to have the pup snap her teeth, the action neutered as the girl was still bound and hooded. "Now behave and hold still," a slap on the ass re-enforced the blonde's words, a yelp from the wolf ensured she did not test the bonds as they were loosened. "Wait," Emma cautioned the girl as she seemed about to move, ensuring Greta was still before she went about checking her over, noting any sore looking patches of skin and any, more serious injuries, that might have been caused.
"Ok, nothing seems too bad, your healing should take care of the soreness over time. Nothing's ripped or bleeding," Emma delivered a quick summary as she removed the final bond, the hood. "But you stink, girl," the slave acknowledged, the scent of fresh sweat and sex permeating the air around them.
"If you can smell it, I really must," Greta joked as she slowly stretched until she was standing upright, the blonde just rolled her eyes at the cheeky comment and gave her another playful backhanded swat on her butt.
"Bathe, quickly. If you're able?" Emma gestured towards the queen's pool as she eyed the girl.
"I'm fine, just a little stiff but the water will help with that," Greta replied, smiling at the blonde, touched by the care the older slave had shown her, was showing her. "Being strapped down and fucked is a lot less taxing than being whipped," she shrugged, then rolled her shoulders to release the tension there.
"Go, wash. If you're still feeling it later I will ask the Queen for some of her cream, I think she puts magic in it," Emma mused.
"Thank you, Emma," Greta threw her a shy smile, "It helps, you know?" It was the blonde's turn to shrug awkwardly.
"Hurry," Emma urged. "Our mistress does not like to be kept waiting."
As Greta bathed Emma filled her in on what had happened to Red, only the older wolf's personal assurance that she had suffered no permanent injury was sufficient to stop the girl rampaging over and decimating the entire amazon nation single-handedly.
A short time later Regina was joined by her slaves, the girl clean and freshly bathed, surprisingly bright eyed considering her uncomfortable night but her pets did seem to bounce back quickly, she thought.
"I wasn't sure whether to change or not, Mistress," Emma explained, noting the way the queen's eyes lingered on her attire, she was still wearing the armour she had been dressed in that morning.
"No, it will suffice," Regina sufficed. "Come, we have a busy day ahead." And they did, carrying out the orders of their mistress, everyone in the palace noting Red's absence and asking after her. Emma hadn't realised until now how important Red was in the running of the palace, she was the queen's right hand wolf. Emma was only conveying information from one person to the next, not making decisions but the slave was once again surprised at how easy her mistress had been on the amazon queen considering Red could have been more seriously injured, or killed.
Regina felt her pet's anger rise, even though they were separated, and decided it was time to end her day, it was late and who knew what trouble the amazons would bring with them?
"Come to me." The command ghosted through her thoughts and Emma glanced at the pup to see if she had also been summoned by their mistress. A nod and the two slaves strode with purpose through the dark and vacant halls of the palace until they reached the queen in her rooms.
Regina looked up from petting Red, still in her wolf form to take advantage of her beast's advanced healing rates.
"Time to rest, my pets. I will need you all fresh tomorrow," Regina sighed, leaning back into her chair, trying to sit so her back didn't ache as much. Red lifted her head and locked her eyes on the blonde where she stood by the pup.
"Help her." Emma jumped as she heard Red's wolf voice in her head for the first time, a growl to the tone.
"I heard that," Regina narrowed her eyes at Red, who immediately looked away, comical in the way she steadfastly refused to meet the queen's eyes. "I hope you are not making a habit of it?" A whimper as Red hid her her nose under her paws and tried to look as small as a three hundred pound wolf possibly can. "Good," Regina scolded but her tone wasn't harsh and Red knew she wasn't in any serious trouble, especially when she received a scratch behind her ear from the queen's talented fingers.
"I can help, Mistress?" Emma offered, risking the queen's ire as she took a hesitant step forward. Regina closed her eyes, exhaling as her back cramped, Red whimpering as she felt the echoes of the queen's pain.
"Yes," Emma was surprised by the assent and tailed her mistress through to the bedchamber where the now familiar routine was followed. Red and Greta together on the rug, the girl naked and unable to shift but curling up so wolf-like with Red that it was obvious what she was, nose tucked under her arm as she used the large wolf as a pillow. The girl was exhausted and already asleep.
The queen lay on her bed, Emma removed her own clothes, wincing a little as she undressed due to the stress her body had been under the previous night, before settling over her mistress and beginning the massage. Regina sighed as her pet touched her, the slave had quickly learned the spots that gave her the most trouble, strong fingers pressing and kneading where they were needed. Emma enjoyed these moments, pleased that she had even been allowed to help her mistress in this way. It demonstrated trust, whether the queen would ever admit to it or not, the blonde mused as she ran the flats of her hands up the queen's sides, fingers grazing the edge of firm breasts as she passed.
This time there was no sign from the queen to continue and turn the massage sexual so Emma focused on keeping her touches practical and not arousing. It was only when the slave noted heavier breathing that she realised the queen had fallen asleep. Red heard Emma sigh and looked up, noting the slight frown followed by a shake of the blonde's head before their gaze met, green eyes narrowing as Emma stared at the wolf.
"Room down there for me?" Emma whispered as she climbed off the bed, movements careful and restrained so she wouldn't wake the queen, drawing the furs over their mistress who slept on, oblivious to the goings on around her, Red nudged Greta who cracked an eye to see what was happening, moving when she saw Emma approach, the blonde eyeing the wolves warily before kneeling on the rug in the space by Red's flank, Greta now against the wolf's shoulder.
"Sleep" Red urged, telepathically, and Emma made lay down, pressed up to the surprisingly warm and comfortable body of her friend. Red was about to fall asleep, now that she was certain she was the last one left awake, Emma had drifted off a few minutes ago and both the pup and queen seemed settled in their slumber. It was as she opened an eye for one last check on her charges before she allowed sleep to claim her that she felt it, magic surged and then Emma was gone.
Red started, her sudden movement waking the pup as the wolf raised her head to see if her suspicions were correct. Yes, there was Emma now in the bed next to the queen, still fast asleep and none the wiser that she had been called by their mistress. They really needed to have that talk, Red huffed as she wrapped her body around the pup and closed her eyes for the final time that night.
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"What is going on with you?" Red broached the question as soon as she was alone with Emma, the slave returning the breakfast trays to the kitchen and the wolf on her morning errands. They had left the queen with Greta who was assisting her bathe and dress for the day.
"What do you mean?" Emma hedged, not willing to volunteer any information.
"You like her, you care for her," Red persisted.