So, things got a little out of hand...this one is for areseya
Previously in The Collar
"Sleep well!" Emma refusing to be drawn into the queen's games, keeping her tone polite and innocuous knowing that would infuriate the queen more than raising to the bait. Instead she retired to her own room, closing the door behind her.
Over an hour must have passed but sleep was not forthcoming. Mind whirling over everything she had seen that day, eyes flying open, a silent shadow moving in the dark startling her.
No words were spoken, hand reaching out and gently clasping the queen's, a light tug and then there were two shadows moving in the dark back towards Emma's bedroom.
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Lying in her bed for the first time in months Emma was unable to fall asleep, the thousand dollar mattress was not as comfortable as she remembered it, no position more comfortable than the last, her nakedness quickly warming the bed.
However, Emma was not a stupid woman, quickly realising why she was having trouble sleeping. It was because she was alone and her body was now used to having another present. Turning on her left-hand side now facing the centre of the bed, exhaling, almost a sigh. Hand laying on the cool sheet and contemplating her dilemma. Have a shitty night's sleep or give in to her instincts and sacrifice her pride for a good sleep?
On entering her living room it was obvious she was not the only one having trouble sleeping, the slightest touch of her hand had them moving as a pair into the master bedroom, door swinging softly shut behind them. Once inside it remained silent, Regina hesitating, her pet's shadow re-entering the large bed.
"Hurry up, I'm tired," the words husky and followed by a rustling of the bedlinen, Emma making herself comfortable. "Get in or go back to the couch," the blonde grumbling. Regina's feet taking her towards the bed, slipping under the heavy cover, cold skin delighting in the warmth found within. "Don't waste my time pretending you don't want get closer than that," Emma lying partially on her side, waiting for the inevitable. Regina didn't speak, warring with herself before realising the truth of the blonde's words. It had been a long day and she needed to sleep to adequately face the challenges the next day would surely bring.
"Goodnight," Emma murmuring when the queen's more petite body slid up against her side, barely touching but there.
"Goodnight and thank you, Emma," warm lips pressing against her own, Emma's surprise turning into a moan. "Always so noble," Regina murmuring, hand sliding across her pet's taut stomach, enjoying the muscles tensing under her fingertips. "Lie still, do not touch."
"Mmmhmm," Emma's only reply, hands reaching up to grasp the wooden bars of the headboard, Not wanting to spoil the moment by choosing an inappropriate form of address for the woman currently devouring her neck with her mouth and teeth. Little nips delighting the blonde.
Further murmurings of appreciation stopping when Emma's brain kicked in.
"No,wait," softly spoken words and a hand grasping the queen's wrist. "You don't have to thank me that way. Your words are enough for me," Emma explaining to the darkness. Regina pausing, listening. "I know sex is your weapon, your tool, but your words mean more to me because I know they mean more to you." Regina remaining silent, her wrist still clasped by the blonde, their bodies pressing together through silk, the scent of Emma's arousal faint in the cool air.
"I am not a fool and neither are you, do not question my motives, Emma." The blonde freeing the brunette's wrist and returning her grip to the headboard. "Good girl," the words soothing the blonde, not patronising but still hitting her psyche hard, fingers flexing and sex clenching in anticipation. Emma recognising that this was being freely given, not an exchange of power or a manipulation.
Regina's movements were now unfettered, fingers continuing their journey down, sliding up Emma's strong thighs, legs parting to allow the queen access to her goal. Hot lips meeting, tongues taking their time to explore, Regina's body sliding on top of the blonde's as her finger's slid along Emma's sex, already wet with anticipation and the feather-light touches. Ripping her mouth away from the queen's Emma crying out as she was being teased, Regina delighting in the noise, knowing the woman under her was giving as much as she, shedding her role of the dutiful slave, allowing the woman free reign.
Emma's hands were gripping the bed so hard the edges of the wood cut into her fingers but the pain was a sharp countenance to the burning touches of her partner, the only one who knew exactly how to play her body, the smallest touches igniting her libido and forcing her to remain still, focused. Another cry releasing, teeth nipping at her breast, lips suckling and fingertip circling her slick clit, barely any pressure only tight, light circles.
"Oh fuck!" The cry hoarse, Emma writhing as her nipple was suckled, right then left, drawn deep into the brunette's mouth, tasting and tonguing them.
Biting them.
"Language, dear," Regina reprimanding smugly. Emma growling, straining against her own grip. "Such a temper, shall I stop?" Eyes locking together, Emma's lip curling in a snarl as they stared each other down in the near darkness. "I am not your toy to dictate to, relax." Regina following her words with action, renewing the motions of her fingers. Emma maintaining eye contact until finally resignation ghosting across her features, eyes closing, head falling back.
"Mmmm," Regina smiling into the dark, hands sliding onto Emma's naked hips, nails scratching over the curves and down the fronts of her thighs.
"Shit! Fuck! Oh -!" Emma's cries ending in a whimper, her partner's mouth covering her sex and she wanted nothing more than to hold that head there, grasp at the thick hair, control it. But fighting her urges to master, to dominate, to lay still and appreciate what was happening here.
What was truly being given.
"Oh fuck, I -," Emma panting as the tongue began its work, expertly, without magic, running over every inch of hot flesh, tasting, teasing, devouring the wetness found there. There was no pattern and it was driving Emma crazy, it felt so fucking good, just enough nips to keep her on the edge, not enough pressure, not enough contact to make her cum. The sensations so very similar to when the queen fucked her with magic but this, this was totally natural, totally skilful as she was held in purgatory.
Regina lifting her head, surveying the extremely satisfying sight of the blonde incapacitated, throat exposed, hair tousled, arms straining so hard the bed must surely break? It was but a short reprieve for Emma, a pinch on her clit focusing her then rough fingers entering her as that mouth went back to work, slicking, curling, rubbing, pressing down inside, clenching around those fingers and ultimately...ultimately the sharp nip allowing her release, allowing her to come so fucking hard her whole body locking up, fluid leaking out onto the bed. Regina drawing the orgasms out as long as she could until eventually there was no more to give, the queen observing the dishevelled, glistening body of her -?
Lover.
"Fuck," Emma murmuring several minutes after the brunette had slid back up the bed, not touching her but lying close, silently. "Mmm", a grin emerging. "Well, it's a good job you like me to keep my strength up, hmm. Regina?"
"I, no -that -," A huff. "I did not expect you to still be conscious, no," the slightly disgruntled reply.
"Why, so certain of your skills or did you just wish for an interrupted sleep?" Emma basking in the endorphins she had been gifted, rolling onto her side, head propped up on her hand, pupils enlarged in the darkness.
"Well, many would have succumbed," a shrug, lip curing in challenge.
"Ah!," a gasp of surprise, Emma manoeuvring herself under the brunette, briefly manhandling her companion so the other woman was above her, straddling the blonde's hips.
"Relax, I am not the many or you wouldn't be here with me now," Emma's tone playful, strong fingers grasping Regina's hips, toned arms guiding the brunette into position, their centres now touching. Regina secretly marvelling at Emma's strength and skill to have achieved this so easily. "Just move with me, slowly," Emma speaking softly, easing them together, "let's enjoy this."
"Ah!" Another cry, Regina throwing her head back, hips circling, grinding down on the soft flesh beneath, pressing their wetness together, adding a delicious pressure to her already sensitive sex.
"Good, stay relaxed, this will be better if we take it slow," Emma warning as the brunette's hips started to speed up. Emma digging her nails warningly into the brunette's hips. "Ok, ok, good, just -." Emma shifting herself slightly.
"Oh!" Regina gasping at the improved position. Everything was touching now!
"Oh fuck," Emma arching her back, providing the resistance they needed to, to -. A rhythm was struck, Regina throwing herself forward to improve her balance, fingers sinking into Emma's shoulders, hair falling in a curtain around Emma's face. It was too much for either of them, mouths meeting, kissing, breasts touching. No analysing, no thinking, just feeling. Feeling their bodies touching, moulding, melding as equals. Continuing for untold minutes, climbing higher and higher.
Everything was so hot and tight and wet, oh so wet, rocking , thrusting, grinding.
Emma managing to think clearly for only a split second, mouth capturing the brunette's nipple, nipping.
"Gods yes," Regina hissing her pleasure, Emma's fingers slipping between them, scissoring and enveloping both their clits with the action, the additional pressure was exactly what was needed.
"Harder," Emma gasping, so close! Regina was too far gone to voice her objection to the order, her body obeying, and that was all it took.
Three more thrusts then both women tensing, their orgasms hitting simultaneously, crying out, shuddering as they came as one. Emma feeling her magic flare, wrapping around them both as Regina's arms gave way, collapsing on top of the blonde.
Both women breathing hard as they lay entwined, Emma not letting the opportunity slide, chose to claim a soft, slow kiss that the brunette reciprocated as their bodies calmed.
"Mmmm, best sex ever -, in this bed," Emma purring, teeth nipping against Regina's jaw.
"I would take offence if I did not know irrefutably that I own you in that way. I know no other has come close," the queen's words causing Emma to tense, their meaning a stark contrast to her current position. "But," Regina anticipating the effect of her choice of phrasing. "We both know it is freely given, Emma." The blonde understanding the sentiment and relaxing, her companion acknowledging the gift of her submission.
"It is," the acknowledgement followed by another kiss, deep and slow, their bodies relaxing against each other, Emma's arm wrapping over the queen's smaller body, pulling her into the now customary sleeping position. Now more words spoken but both women lost in their thoughts, their current position (both physically and emotionally) was new territory for them both and was not being taken lightly.
Emma woke first as she often did, eyes slowly opening and realising the sun had risen, given the current season morning was well under way. The blonde frowning, observing the light puffs of breath from her companion, still deeply asleep. Not wanting to waste the opportunity Emma quickly slid out of the bed, using the bathroom and slipping back into the warmth without waking the queen. It was rare she got to enjoy quiet moments like this back in the other world -. Only now that she was alone with her thoughts was Emma able to fully comprehend the magnitude of her situation.
Other worlds.
Magic.
And a queen who was feared by an entire world was lying asleep next to her, hand now curled around her bicep, now so vulnerable and, and -. And complex and cruel and psychotic but also showing care and what seemed a genuine affection and appreciation for her slave. Who was now a mistress.
Regina was lying next to her pet, almost able to hear the thoughts roiling around under blonde waves.
"I will not recant my enjoyment of last night's coitus," sleep addled tones husking, "if that is why you are thinking so loudly," Regina stretching out her pleasantly stiff limbs, hissing as her back twinged.
"Neither shall I," Emma confirming, releasing her hold on the brunette, unsure how such touches would be received in the light of day. "Is your back sore? I can help?" Regina tensing at the words, unwilling to accept the help offered. "I want to, please?" Emma sitting up and giving the queen space to roll onto her stomach, silk nightgown runched up and sitting just under her buttocks. After settling herself (still naked) over the queen's thighs sure hands slid the silk further up then helping prevent it getting tangled in dark hair. When the queen's strong back was exposed Emma spent a moment tracing the muscles with her finger tips.
"Why does it pain you, a riding accident?" The blonde asking, hands pressing down against warm skin. She wasn't prepared for the angry snarl, the quick shift of position or the hand drawn across her face in a hard slap. The sound of the strike like a gunshot in the quiet room. Once Emma had stopped reeling from the completely unexpected impact her eyes focused on the queen, eyes so dark and face contorting in a feral snarl.
She was scared.
"Hey," Emma holding her hands up in surrender, moving further away, almost off the bed. "I'm sorry, I thought it was a logical conclusion. It is not something we need to discuss." Regina's eyes remained narrowed and she did not resume her previous position. "Maybe a shower would help? Some hot water?"
Regina was breathing heavily, torso twisted around to face the blonde, realising that she had overreacted but everything was so raw in this place, and without her magic, emotions running high and so -, vulnerable, weak!. Closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath to compose herself, a shake of her head and she returned to her previous position.
"You may continue," Emma narrowing her eyes, not immediately returning to the bed. "Please? It helps," the words whispered but there were no other sounds, except their breathing, to drown them out.
"Of course," Emma murmuring, now re-positing herself, over the brunette's thighs. Her first touches were firm, not wanting to startle her bed partner and she stuck to the queen's back, a professional rather than sensual massage. It was well known to Emma which spots gave the queen particular trouble and how best to relieve the pain they caused.
Regina received the massage silently but gratefully. Their activities the previous night had been physically taxing for her, especially without her magic to make it easier. Emma really knew her body and although it hurt initially she could feel her entire body relax as talented hands worked.
"There, that should do it," Emma sitting back on her heels. "Unless ?" The blonde hinting to whether the brunette might want to continue their activities on a more base level.
"No, thank you. I -. Although I very much enjoyed our joining the previous evening," face still buried in the pillow the words were muffled but Emma catching them.
"Well, we should shower, I for one smell like I've been rutted on by a queen," Emma's tone light and teasing, fingers slipping fleetingly down the sides of the queen's breasts before withdrawing, and indignant huff the only reaction from the prone woman.
"What is this 'shower' you keep referring to?" Regina gracefully sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"Really?" Emma pausing, realising she had never seen one in the other world. "Oh, I figured you just preferred your pool. Come," a hand was held out to the brunette, the smaller woman sniffing and ignoring it in favour standing by her own volition.
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"Unbelievable!" Red screwing up the parchment in her hand so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"It was unforseen, lass," Braxas attempting to calm the wolf.
"It was not 'unforseen'!" Red raging, spinning on her heel in front of the entire inner council, this time including Eva, pacing the smooth stone floor. "She's obviously been planning this for months and all we get is a note?" The wolf's teeth were now sharp and bared, eyes glaring around the room. Daring anyone to contradict her. "Please, tell me why the fact that our queen has left for another realm without telling a soul her intentions is not of grave concern?"
Yellow eyes scanning the room, chest heaving in anger, waiting for a response.
"Because it is a test," Eva the only one daring to speak, rising from her seat, hands placed palm down on the table. "You need experience in running the kingdom without her to fall back on, and well Emma -."
"Emma!" Another snarl, "this is all about that damn slave, venturing to other realms on a whim -."
"Red, hold your tongue!" Lucy, the seamstress and ageing wolf, interrupting the heir's tirade.
"We all know how good Emma is for the queen and if she needs time to set her affairs in order it is the very least she deserves after what she's been through." The calm, sensical words finally cutting through Red's anger, the wolf baring her teeth at the older woman before slumping down in the chair at the head of the table.
"Aye, we discussed defence plans only two days ago, the queen and I, we are thoroughly prepared for any attack," Braxas speaking.
"And well, Maleficent will have received a similar message and will be on hand should a different kind of enemy arise," Eva adding, simply recounting the note's content.
"We should stop panicking and get on with doing what she has entrusted us to do," Cook weighing in now Red was seemingly resigned to the situation.
"Red?" Braxas seeking confirmation.
"Yes, keep the routines as normal. No need to broadcast her absence, all will assume that she is otherwise occupied with Emma," Red sitting up straight as she spoke , nods of agreement following her words. "Braxas, stay behind please," it was not a request.
"What can I do for you, Red?" The queen's captain asking, curious but proud to see the young one so confident in her new role.
"What news have the intelligenciers?" Red, leaning forward, resting her forearms on the well worn wooden table.
"Not much for immediate concern," Braxas prepared, if a little surprised, by the question. "We employ the best, Her Majesty's assistance with a glamour here and there has worked wonders. We have people placed in all the courts in all the kingdoms." Red nodding her understanding. "Many more than usual in the White Kingdom," the large man chuckling, predicting Red's next question. "They are seeking alliances but they fail to see the rot within. They are out of touch with the populace, harvests failed last year as the flood defences were not seen as a priority by the royals. Many are discontent, if their families are suffering shortages the soldiers are less willing to fight."
"And what of the imp?" Even Red not comfortable saying the goblin's name, names have power.
"He's meddling in the Southern kingdoms at the moment but the queen claims to hold bargaining chips should he decide to turn his attentions here," Braxas reassuring his friend. "I believe we are as prepared as we can be, Red," the soldier clasping the wolf's upper arm in reassurance. "Don't worry, she'll be back soon." The wolf nodding but her thoughts elsewhere.
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Next in The Collar
"Here, see?" Emma entering the large glass cubicle and pressing a button, jets of water immediately spraying down from a large shower rose close to the ceiling. "Want to join me?" Regina blinking at the sudden gush of water, noting the steam clouding the glass. Emma desperately needing to shower so stepped under the hot spray, perfectly set to her preferences, a little hotter than most liked it.