Such a busy life, summer always is as the British try their very best to eeek out the scant sunshine summer offers up between autumnal days in July. That and I am in the middle of starting up new business from my garage, sounds about as glamorous as it is but has meant working to a deadline. I will be replying to all your messages in the next few days now I'm on top of things.
Story-wise I was very unsure how this chapter would play out, given past events and where I am taking the story. Still lots to develop and the chapters will keep coming until it is complete.
Enjoy...Oh! Not safe for work ;)
Previously on The Collar
Task-less and at a loss, Emma shrugged and retired to her own small room, one with which she acquainted with sickness and injury, those having been the only time she had spent in there. A sigh, stripping before washing, not wishing to use the bathing pool without direct permission, then grabbing the first night gown she laid her hands on. Pulling back the thick blankets and furs so she could slip between the cool sheets.
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A sigh.
Throwing back her covers Emma climbed out of bed, it was only an hour or so off dawn anyway so pointless to lie in bed failing to sleep any longer. It was too early to enter the main chamber, for fear of disturbing the queen, so Emma decided to put her time to good use and run through some exercises help burn the restless energy that had been building since the previous day.
That and the urge to go to the queen had been driving her nuts, lying there so close to the possibility of soothing contact and yet having no right to seek it out. Emma was blaming her newly awakened magic wholeheartedly for the last. Three reps of fifty abdominal curls and thirty chin-ups, utilising the carved stone lintel above her door, and Emma was happy that Maleficent's healing of her body had left her in excellent shape.
Now what to do? A cock crowed somewhere on the land surrounding the palace and Emma figured that it was now an acceptable time to venture to the kitchens and procure breakfast for herself and the queen. Decision made she dressed, having worked out in just her underwear as her room was always a little too warm, being fully enclosed and no windows. After a moment taken to wash she selected a comfortable, loose cotton shirt dyed a sage green that of course complimented her complexion. An indecisive moment before pairing it with her most comfortable leather pants, black of course but the first pair the queen had given her and a little looser than the others, comfortably worn in now.
Casting her eyes around the outer chamber Emma saw no sign of the queen so decided to progress with her plan. If she was needed, the queen would summon her. Right? Who knew what the hell was going to happen today, Emma hoping that it wasn't going to involve mermaids, they'd always creeped her out a little.
"Emma," the slave repressed her mermaid induced shudder, turning on her heel at the sound of Red's voice, the wolf jogging down the hallway, probably come from her rooms.
"Did you sleep?" Red looked exhausted but she was dressed, ready to face the day and whatever shit it decided to bring.
"Not at all," the wolf sighing as she fell into step beside the slave. "It was an eventful night," another sigh. "She came to apologise, the Queen I mean." Emma's head whipped round to observe her friend more closely but they continued on their journey through the back corridors of the palace.
"That's -,"
"Surprising, unprecedented, totally out of character, mind blowing?" Red rapidly supplying, Emma could only nod, thoughts racing.
"The least you deserve," the slave finally adding, words soft and an elbow nudging her friend in tacit comfort. Emma still had not heard the full story of Red's arrival at the palace, just the main points but she knew enough to back up her assessment.
"Yes, well," they continued in silence until Red halted abruptly, Emma pausing mid-stride.
"Emma?" Red pausing to make sure she had the slave's full attention.
"Hmm?" Green eyes settling on the wolf, waiting for her to speak.
"Ah, I just wanted to thank you, in private, for Belle's training. She's clumsy as an ox but the rest -," It took Emma a moment to register what Red was talking about, eyes widening when she caught on.
"Oh! Last night -." Emma exclaiming and Red shrugging self-consciously. "Busy night, huh?"
"One thing led to another and -, yeeeah," the wolf reaching up to scratch the back of her neck, not her usual confident self.
"Well," Emma smirking at her friend's discomfort. "I'm happy that things worked out but let me know if you have any specific needs," winking as she spoke.
"Stick to the basics, I can take care of the fine tuning," a playful nudge had both young women smiling conspiratorially.
"Ok, leave her with me, I have very capable hands," Emma teasing, wriggling said hands in the air, but the comment being met with a sharp growl and a flash of teeth.
"Sorry!" Red immediately jumping in to apologise. "The wolf is a little possessive," a weak smile following her words.
"Well, I don't know if I will have them today, not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing to be honest," Emma admitting as they entered the kitchen. "I figured food first then wait and see," a shrug.
"Hmm," the wolf not really any the wiser than Emma on that matter. "I have to go speak to Braxas about getting Belle on the training rota. I'll catch you later," Red waving as she peeled off towards the door to the outer courtyard, Emma lifting a hand to acknowledge the departure and slipping into the kitchen, hoping to stay unnoticed.
That didn't work out so well, the moment the first pair of eyes laid on her a whisper spread through the room. Emma ignoring the stares, making her way through to where Cook was going over the meal plans for the day with her assistant.
"Go, I need that done in an hour!" Cook dismissing her minion with a flick of her fingers, ushering her away. "Good morning, Emma!" The slave greeted with a kind smile. "You look as though you've slept as little as me!" Emma snorting at the comment.
"I've had better nights," the slave replying with a shrug. "Can I have some food to take up for the Queen, please?" Asking politely as the woman was always courteous with her.
"Of course, of course. You'll all be hungry. Has that hard headed wolf eaten yet?" Cook enquiring after Red.
"I don't know, I was just talking to her but she left, to see Braxas, I think," this time there was no shrug, just a downturn of her mouth.
"Alright, well, she has enough meat on her bones for now but with everything going on yesterday I doubt the two of you even had time to let a morsel pass your mouths!" Cook was bustling around her work area, a selection of her finest offerings appearing as if from nowhere on the platter she was piling high. "If you see her, please tell her she must find time to eat. And that Amazon of hers too, god knows where the lot of you put your food, not an inch of fat on any of you! And faye queens to boot! Never has the palace had such an eventful few days!"
Emma stood, bemused but used to the woman's constant chatter as she worked but highly aware of the eyes trained on her person, surreptitious but always lingering, from one countenance or another.
"There!" A flourish and Emma was passed the now heavy tray.
"Plenty for you all. Now go, I am sure you have many duties to fulfil, child," a pause, Cook allowing a brief frown to appear. "Pay no heed to any gossip, girl," Cook speaking, voice merely a whisper. "You are well liked where it counts and you have the respect of many, do not let idle tongues and jealous hearts influence you."
"Thanks? I guess?" Emma acknowledging the words in a typical manner. " I will try to make sure as many get fed as physically possible." A smirk, deftly dodging the flick of the Cook's towel, hips swerving but not a morsel spilling from the platter she carried. A wink at the friendly woman who pursed her lips before a smile broke loose.
"Off with your nuisance, girl!" Emma shaking her head as she turned her back on the woman, making swift progress back to the queen's rooms.
Regina heard her pet entering the outer chamber, the clink of platters on a tray causing her stomach to rumble. Hmm, it had been some time since she had last eaten.
"Pet," Emma straightening as her mistress strode into the room already dressed, today was a midnight blue day, the dark shimmer of the queen's dress pinpointing similar highlights in her hair. Emma, was of course, appreciative of the curve hugging silk but more so of the fact that the queen was speaking to her.
"Mistress?" The slave replying neutrally, still unable to anticipate how the interaction may go.
"Sit with me, I have much to prepare," the queen sighing as she settled at her desk, distractedly beckoning, Emma interpreting the signal and crossing the room, gently placing a full platter within her mistresses reach, not careful not to disrupt the papers strewn over the desk. Regina feeling some of the tension leave her body as her pet settled next to her, kneeling by her side, posture relaxed but impeccable, as always.
"Review the trade agreements by the end of the day," Regina referring to a previous conversation with her pet. Before all – this. "Use my study, you may as well be of use while you are here."
"Yes, Mistress." Emma could feel the queen's eyes on her but she kept her own gaze down, allowing the queen her study as it could be in moments like this that -.
"Eat," the command soft but authoritative, a piece of bread, smeared with soft cheese presented to the slave's lips, delicately taken and only then their eyes meeting. The queen looked tired, Emma doubting the woman had slept at all as she continued to feed her pet, occasionally taking a mouthful for herself, Emma noting with relief. It wasn't much but at least she was taking the time to eat, however absent-mindedly.
Regina could not focus, not on the inventories of her army or on the meeting she had arranged with Braxas, needing to be fully informed before she discussed the kingdom's defences with him.
Emma gasped, the queen surprising her, catching her chin between strong fingers as she swallowed the last piece of fruit she had been fed. Brown eyes staring down, the queen's expression unreadable, Emma staring right back she felt her magic spark, a tremor running through her body but she did not break the connection, wondering if the sharp exhale and swirl of purple in the queen's eyes was a reaction to the flare. Her question remained unanswered, and became rather irrelevant, when she was kissed so hard she was left short of breath. Unsure of how to respond the slave remained passive until a hand fell on her shoulder, a shove and she was falling back, naked back hitting the rug and nipples hardening in the cool air.
Regina cocked her head, observing her pet who now lay fully unclothed before her, the girl was undeniably attractive, hip bones a little more prominent due to her 'misadventures' but apart from Red (with her magical advantage) Regina had never had a comparable specimen at her disposal. Maybe that was it? Emma held motionless under the queen's gaze but her body betraying her and giving a light shudder as her mistresses cold, contemplative stare flicked over her nakedness. The queen's intent was fully veiled but that was part of the thrill for Emma, never really knowing how these scenes would play out, often painful, undeniably satisfying.
Emma lay still as an invisible touch caressed her body, the slave's eyes locking on the queen who had not moved from her chair but who was surely responsible. Regina feeling both her arousal and magic swell, along with a certain other areaof her anatomy, at the sight of her pet laying wantonly in front of her. The girl's left arm was strewn above her head where it had naturally fallen, hair loose and framing her face in a shimmering halo, Regina's blood rushing and heart racing at the thought of -.
The touch became heavier, Emma arching her back as her nipples were caressed and breasts massaged, the slave deciding to let herself go and enjoy the feeling while it lasted and allowing a light moan to escape but her eyes never left the queen's, holding them even as her body moved under her invisible lover. Regina tasted blood, unknowingly biting her lip until it bled, watching as her pet, the one who rarely let her emotions show was laid before her, open and unguarded
Emma was wet, really turned on, but completely aware of what she was showing the queen, her mistress. She knew exactly what she was doing, opening herself up to the queen, trying to entice her mistress into fucking her by showing not vulnerability, only the reality of her thoughts in that moment.
"Mistress?" The slave's question an invitation. Emma consideringher position as she waited for a response, for attention from her mistress like a good submissive, and fully absorbing the irony of her situation. The role-play was not lost on the queen either, Regina wondering what her pet was hoping to achieve, if anything as the slave was guileless and unmanipulative, seeming to genuinely enjoy the queen's company, both sexually and not.
"Pet?" Regina's lip twitching as she responded, continuing her hands-off exploration of the blonde but thoroughly enjoying the slave's reactions. But then, then the slave let her legs fall loosely open, blatantly exposing her sex. "Oh, I see the game you play," A deep chuckle from the queen, Emma echoing with a smirk of her own.
"Game, Mistress? What game am I playing?" A gasp forming as Emma's nipples were twisted, deliciously hard, the slave moaning, sliding her hand down over her now perfectly smooth skin and -.
"Stop!" A hiss of breath from the queen freezing the slave as Emma's fingers grazed her sex. "Hold your legs open by your knees." Emma startled by the sudden command but obeying, spreading her thighs wide for her mistress even as the queen's magic pulled her closer to the queen. "She healed them," Regina murmuring as her finger traced the now unmarked inner thighs of her pet. Thighs that
had until recently borne evidence of a brutish caning from a time Emma had been loaned out by her previous mistress.
"Oh!" Emma bit her lip, abdominals flexing as she raised her upper body to see what had caught the queen's attention. "I hadn't noticed," her own hand joining the queen's.
"I should have, but the rest -," Regina's hand caught her pet's and intertwined their fingers.
"The rest I accepted, but those -," Emma spoke softly into the queen's shoulder, too close for eye contact to be made, her mistress leaning forward in her chair.
"Those were forced on you," Regina confirming her pet's thoughts, lips grazing the slave's neck, skin unresisting as it was nipped, sharply.
"Yes." A breathless reply, Emma becoming light-headed, her magic flurrying around her body as it welcomed the pain. "Ah!" The cry uncharacteristically needy response deriving from their conjoined fingers pushing inside the slave, four in all sinking deep into her sex.
"Lay back," the queen ordering, slipping to her knees, easing in deeper and Emma reclining, arm outstretched between her legs and fingers buried inside herself.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma relinquishing control to the queen, steady thrusts opening up tight muscles.
"It means that you are mine now, I have laid claim to every inch of your body and it belongs to me!" A snarl as their fingers twisted in deep, knuckles pressing against Emma's g-spot, a moan erupting from the slave. Their new position allowing eye contact, both sets of pupils swirling with their magic, purple and silver depths locked on one another.
Tempo increasing, hips rising and falling along with panting chests, each physically and magically invested in the act as the force eddied between them, the ebb and flow a duplicate of their previous coupling, when Emma's magic had first awakened.
"Mistress?" Emma gasping even as her eyes fought to stay open, so overwhelming was her current state of arousal but conscious that the queen was receiving no physical relief.
"Shh," a hand clasping the slave's throat, fingers tightening, to steady not restrict, as the digits inside were removed, thighs falling further open as the queen (now naked) dropped between Emma's legs.
Then it was happening again, the queen was inside Emma and their magic melded, the slave throwing her legs up and around the queen without thought but the move was not rejected, instead it allowed the thrusts to deepen, pleasing them both.
Emma was pinned down both by the queen's weight and hand on her throat, fingers clasping, grounding her as the magic built inside. This time Regina fought to stay present, to stay in control as she knew her pet was unable to control the magic, it was so strong -, driving her against her pet until their bodies became sweat slicked, breasts crushing together and clits hard, rutting like beasts.
"I -," Emma's gasped, neck arched under the queen's hand, the contact, the control satisfying her but she didn't know what has going to happen, she had little to no memory of their last encounter and no idea what to expect.
"Shhhh," lips silenced her and unbound dark hair fell over the blonde's face. Emma welcoming the kiss, teeth sharp and nipping at her lips, the iron tang hitting her tongue and peaking her arousal. Regina growled into the kiss as her pet's hands, passive until now, clawed at her back leaving bleeding trails. Normally this would anger her, come with immediate punishment but that could wait, even through her lust Regina recognising the lack of control her pet had in this moment and relishing the fact that she had broken through, if even for a short time.
"You Are Mine!" A snarl and a burst of the queen's magic pulsed through them, flooding their bodies and tipping them over the edge. This time both remained conscious but the climax was almost as intense, Emma felt as though she was being forced from her body so strong was the tide. Regina fought with every fibre of her being to corral the magic within them, still a little escaped and the palace trembled.
"We both know the truth to that," Emma murmuring as the aftershocks of her orgasm abated. She couldn't move, every muscle turned to jelly as the queen lay on top of her, equally exhausted it seemed.
"We do," Regina inhaling, not usually one to enjoy the scent of sweat ridden humans but this was different, this scent carried the frisson of magic and was actually quite intoxicating.
The slave blinked, only a rush of air announcing the queen's magical departure. What the hell was going on with her mistress? Emma taking a quick scan of the surrounding room to confirm that she was alone, posture slumping as she was left feeling incredibly empty, as she always did after an encounter with the queen's magic, however small. But after that performance?
Regina appeared in the stables, clean and dressed, magic barring the door from the inside ensuring that she remained alone. The scent of the horses and tack always calmed her but today even that was lacking its usual soporific qualities. Reaching up to caress Rociante's ears she winced, back sore from her pet's nails. A suitable punishment would be found.
Something had to be done...
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