Hi, remember me? It's been ages I know, life has been hectic but here you go. I have no intention of not making regular updates it's just been a little busy with my birthday and trips to see friends all in a short space of time but hopefully back on track with more sq bonding and Charming drama as soon as possible!
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"Maybe if she wins this wager we will see her unfettered, hmmm?" Dark eyes met green as mistress and slave surveyed each other.
"I do not think you would approve, Mistress," Emma narrowed her eyes and allowed her dominant side out to play, looking to her mistress before turning to gaze coolly at the amazon queen who was shocked by the different persona now staring back at her.
"Oh, I am intrigued but I believe you are correct, pet. If you did not submit so readily we both know that I would seek to break you in the worst possible way," Regina purred, the images her words conjured exciting both mistress and slave, Red and Greta exchanging glances as they picked up the scents.
The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their evening meal, conversation turning to mild topics but leaving minds free to contemplate the truths behind the words already spoken. Emma receiving a full meal via the queen who kept in almost constant contact with her pet.
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Belle had left the main palace building and jogged down to the barracks where the amazons were being housed. After spending a few hours saying her farewells and reassuring her comrades that she had not been raped or beaten and answering all the questions she could relating to Emma and the slave's state of health it was time to retire back to the palace.
"Enter," Greta looked up as her door opened after a brief knock, unsurprised to see Red's slave loitering in the hallway.
"Um -," Belle didn't really know how to proceed.
"Red's still all wound up, you can sleep here," Greta sighed, knowing that her friend was wolfed out right now from spending time with the queen. It had been a relatively uneventful evening but the pheromones the queen and her slave had been putting out had become a little overwhelming as the night wore on. Soon, even the amazon queen had picked up on it and made her excuses to leave the pair alone.
Greta had been dismissed when Red left, the older wolf stalking off to who knew where, the forest Greta hoped as she knew her friend was not adjusting well to her new role. Maybe a run with the pack would help her mood?
"I saw her heading towards the barracks," Belle informed the queen's slave.
"She was?" Greta was extremely surprised by the revelation
"Yes, I passed her on my way back," Belle stood awkwardly as she relayed the information.
"How did she seem? Was she angry?" The young wolf queried, anxious now.
"She ignored me but I know she saw me," Greta shrugged, "seemed like she had some place to be." The amazon recalled the determined look on the wolf's face as she strode passed Belle, totally ignoring her own slave in favour of her destination.
It fell silent as Greta reached out to Red, telepathically trying to sense if her friend was alright.
"Oh!" The young wolf pulled back as Red snapped at her through their link, the alpha rejecting the connection.
"Is she alright? Does she need anything?" Belle was quick to offer.
"No, best leave her alone until she comes to find you," Greta sighed, flopping down into her favourite chair, it was large enough for her to curl up in, as a human and wolf.
"I will," Belle mirrored the sigh. "It's early, has the Queen already retired for the night?" She asked, politely but curious as she glanced around the compact but well furnished room. It was much smaller than Red's but the furniture was strong and well crafted, not the utilitarian
"Oh, I was glad to return to my quarters, the Queen is probably enjoying Emma's talents as we speak!"
"But what of her injuries, surely Emma should be resting?" Belle worried her lip, thinking of the life threatening wounds the older slave had sustained that day as she shifted her weight, still standing near the door as she had not been invited to sit.
"You know that anything I say to you is said in confidence?"
"Of course," the amazon nodding fervently in understanding.
"And Red would have every right to execute you if speak of anything that is discussed while in her service," the young wolf added solemnly. She was pack and that came with an innate loyalty but she wasn't sure if Belle understood half of what that meant.
"I know," Belle hung her head, she had been very careful in her conversations with her fellow amazons not to disclose anything other than facts that pertained to her situation.
"Sit, you're annoying me," Greta huffed and kicked out her leg against the nearby chair as she slouched in her own. "I wish I could shift!" The young wolf squirmed as her wolf suddenly became restless, the moon now revealed in the dark sky, causing the surge in her inner magic.
"It must be very hard for you?" Belle sat on the edge of the chair, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees as Greta sighed.
"It is, but it's worth it," a shrug but no elaboration from the young wolf as she arched her back, stretching the muscles tight from carrying Emma into the palace. "When I can control my wolf then I will be able to shift when I want. The Queen really likes my wolf," she announced proudly. "First she wanted me but she is also very good to my wolf."
"Did the Queen rape you?" Belle asked, bold in her questioning, the young wolf the most approachable of all she had met in the palace but the amazon was curious about the intricate relationships between the dark queen and her slaves.
"Um, not exactly," Greta frowned, knowing the questions were likely to come from the amazon at some point. "Growing up here, you know that if the Queen takes a liking to you it is probable you will end up in her bed when you are of age," Greta shrugged. "But her reputation is such that her prowess is legendary. There are worse ways to lose one's maidenhead."
"You were willing?" Belle continued, trying to make sense of this world she had ended up in.
"Oh yes," the wolf replied enthusiastically. "But the Queen requested that Emma be the one to deflower me and she refused. Her punishment was really bad," Greta sighed, sympathetic to Emma's ordeal.
"So who did then?" Bella was confused and as far as she was aware still had this experience to come so wanted to be fully informed.
"Oh, Emma did," Greta smiled. "She refused at first then the Queen said that if Emma refused Red would have to do it. So Emma did, so Red wouldn't have to. Red sees me a younger sister so-."
"But why not just do it herself? The Queen I mean?" It didn't seem logical to Belle.
"Because -, the Queen likes to play games. Why do something yourself when you can force someone else to do it for you?" The wolf explained. "The Queen manipulated Emma which then made Red angry with Emma and the Queen. But Red loves the Queen and likes Emma so it all worked out in the end."
"Did it hurt?" Belle queried, anxiously.
"A little, but Emma is also very talented," Greta grinned, "the Queen is different, she likes to really push you. Which can mean pain but it's usually worth it." A shrug signalled the end of the wolf's response.
"So you have been taken by the Queen and Emma, but not Red?"
"Yes," Greta shrugged, it was a fact and did not require any further explanation.
"Are you black, like Red? Your wolf, I mean?" Belle leaned even further forward, rapidly switching topic, the interest in the subject of her mistress causing Greta to smirk.
"No, I am silver. And very pretty according to the Queen," the wolf preened, seeing no harm in bragging with the truth. "And she thinks I will grow to be nearly as large as Red!"
"She is a magnificent wolf," Belle murmured, blushing as she did.
"You have it bad, amazon," Greta snorted. "Red has been named the Queen's heir, she is so far out of your league you may as well be in another kingdom."
"Really?" Belle was taken aback by the news.
"But only a few people know so keep it to yourself," was the follow up growl.
"Of course," a rapid nod reassured Greta that her words had been taken seriously and it fell silent, the wolf curling up in her chair legs, tucked under her and chin propped on her fist. Belle blinked as brilliant blue eyes settled on her.
"Do all wolves have such bright eyes?"
"Yes and no, they are usually a more intense or richer colour than a humans but I'm told that those from alpha lines have the strongest colouration," Greta shrugged. " Red said the queen told her that many of those with magic have such colours. Wait until you meet Miss Eva she -." Belle blinked as the wolf suddenly cut herself off. "You can sleep on the floor by the fire, the rug is thick, use those covers," the young wolf growled before scrambling ll fours over the back of her chair and stalking into the bedroom.
"Well, alright then," Bella blinked again, confused by her host's sudden departure. A sigh and she stretched, reaching over to snag the bedding and adding a plump looking cushion to the pile before making her rudimentary bed for the night.
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Regina sighed as the door closed behind the wolves.
"Mistress?" Emma had been leaning against the queen's thigh, conversation flowing and the light touch of fingers in her hair distracting the slave from her injuries. Regina had been surprised when both Red and Gabrielle had made their excuses and left, Greta following Red as she was not required that night.
"Yes, pet?" The queen turned to her slave and frowned at the paleness of her pet's complexion. It was regaining the grey tinge it had held earlier, before the healing potion had been administered. "How do you feel?" Emma jumped as cool fingers pressed against her forehead. "You feel warm. Do you feel warm?" The blonde's immediate reaction was to pull away from the attention leaving her staring up at the queen.
"My apologies, Mistress," Emma bowed her head and tilted her upper body back towards the queen, submitting to the examination without protest. Instead she was being kissed, plump but firm lips meeting her own. Regina smiled into the kiss when she heard her pet moan.
"Your defences are down today, I see," Emma kept her face neutral at the comment but realised the words were true.
"It has been a long day," the slave admitted, now that she was forced to acknowledge her wounds the exhaustion was also noticeable. "But I can provide whatever service you require, Mistress," a bow of her head indicated Emma's readiness to carry out the wishes of her mistress.
"I wish to retire for the night," Regina stood, swiftly entering her bed chamber and magicking away all but her undershift of deep blue silk. "Lie down," a wave of the queen's hand and Emma shivered, her robe disappearing and the cooler air prickling her skin. Regina noted the reaction and exhaled, there was only so much she could do with her potions and magic, the day had been severe and in uncontrolled surroundings and-.
Emma gingerly lay back on the bed, her movements tinged with more and more pain.
"Drink," a small bottle was pushed against the slave's lips by the queen who now stood over. "It will help the pain, it is a natural painkiller, not magic." Emma nodded, relieved by the brusque explanation, the magic stuff was great but always left her wanting – more. Although never an addict Emma had come to recognise her predilections to be extreme and taken in the wrong direction, well -.
"Lie still," Regina received a brief nod and saw her pet's muscles relax, body now moulding to the bed under her. Emma concentrated on her breathing as the queen's fingers roved her skin, examining each puncture but also the areas in between.
Regina chuckled when she hit that particularly sensitive spot on her pet's ribs, the slave inhaling rapidly before regaining control. Emma closed her eyes and focused on the pain, anything to distract her from the queen's less than professional touch as wounds were redressed. Although she was intentionally exploring more than the wound sites it was not without purpose, firstly it seemed to relax her pet and secondly gave Regina the chance to check for any swelling that could indicate internal bleeding, better safe than sorry. Especially with such a -, useful pet.
When the 'examination' stopped Emma opened her eyes to see the queen staring down at her, head tilted, gaze predatory.
"You wear your wounds well," the queen purred, Emma's sex clenching, despite being thoroughly exhausted.
"Thank you, Mistress," the slave replied, lip catching between sharp teeth, the queens placing the tip of her index finger between Emma's breasts and slowly dragging it down the blonde's body, watching the muscles flutter When that finger came to rest against her clit Emma mewled, the pressure exciting her but -.
Regina frowned, her pet was obviously aroused and fucking would make her feel better. Wouldn't it? It was how she soothed Red and it also served to relax herself when tensions ran high. Emma watched, fascinated by the play of expressions on her mistresses face, one that finally settled into a look of resignation as the finger was also removed.
"You must sleep, here where I will be alerted to any fever that may rise," the slave's eyes widened and she turned her head towards her mistress who was now skirting the bed and pulling back the furs. "Oh, this won't do," Regina muttered as the slave's weight pinned the covers down. Emma gasped as she suddenly found herself sandwiched in the bed. "Better," the queen huffed a she slid in next to her pet. "Rest," Regina ordered and found it more difficult than usual to settle herself for sleep once she had extinguished the lamp, first turning onto her side then onto her back as she found it impossible to place her arms in a comfortable position.
"I'm sorry for being such an inconvenience, Mistress," Emma spoke softly, into the darkness only disturbed by the sounds of the queen's restless movements. "If it helps I can sleep in my own bed?"
"No!" Regina refused the suggestion. "It is much less of an inconvenience having you here than needing to rise to check on you."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma fell quiet and the queen seemed to settle next to her. No -. Another flurry of movements indicated her mistress was still awake.
"Mistress?"
"Yes?" Regina snapped, now utterly frustrated, both sexually and just unable to get comfortable with the slave in her bed.
"I realise I am taking up space, if you wish to sleep comfortably I am not too injured to rest against," Emma suggested but was met with silence. The slave was beginning to doze when the bed shifted and a weight pressed up against her side. When two sets of even breathing could be heard an arm found itself draped over the slave's body, ever mindful of the locations of the slave's injuries.
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"You're restless." Regina stated, her pet having sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes. Emma's recovery was taking it's toll on the slave who was not used to the enforced rest her mistress insisted on. "Maybe an excursion?" Emma straightened at the suggestion, thoroughly sick of the inside of the palace, she was not even permitted to go outside less she re-open her wounds.
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