This was meant to be a one-shot but I continued it. I know it isn't really popular - what can I say, I enjoy twisting the characters up in knots and playing out how villainous and sadistic they could really be.
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Mature content again.
Regina sat alone in a booth at the back of Granny's Diner.
She had a cup of coffee, she knew that was safe and hadn't been spat in or doctored in any way. She knew this as she watched it come pouring out from the machine into the cup and then Ruby brought it to her. The waitress was sullen and put the cup down with more force than necessary, but Regina felt certain the coffee was safe to drink.
And she needed to get out of her house, even if she only opened her mouth to ask for her drink and then sat watching people move around, eating and interacting. She couldn't sit in the empty silence that hung in the air of her home anymore. A silence that reminded her she had lost her child. She didn't even have Graham to call on to console her and divert her attention from Henry's absence. She truly had no-one, so stilted remarks with a hostile waitress were more welcome than Ruby would ever know.
She felt the hatred in the room, but she was used to it. She had a reprieve for 28 years, but before she had cast the curse even her servants were only loyal through money and fear. They hated her silently, and if she ever went out into the kingdom, the peasants hated her vehemently and often loudly. And she had often turned the other cheek, showing restraint the villagers liked to forget about. They painted her as blacker than pitch, but she hadn't been all bad even if the only reason she didn't physically silence them had more to do with it being a futile waste of her energy. Had she gone down the retribution route, punishing the treasonous behaviour, she would be left magicless as ripping out and crushing hearts was severely draining.
And she eventually realised it was a pointless endeavour because for every crushed heart, every one ripped out, or every voice stolen, another took their place, slandering their ruler and committing treason. She became numb to it, focusing her energy on capturing Snow and ignoring the vile scum that inhabited the huts and hovels. Otherwise she would have no peasants left to work the farms, produce goods for trade, pay taxes or entertain her soldiers' appetites for beer and female flesh. So much as it irked her, she knew she needed them to maintain balance and prosperity in her kingdom.
So she ignored the comments and hatred, that was all she felt she could do without murdering every last one of them. And although tempting, she wasn't completely insane. She knew they all thought she was, that her blood thirst for Snow had driven her evil and crazy, but she wasn't completely unstable. She understood the mechanics of ruling, probably better than her idiot, dead husband. Her mother had after all tutored her personally on politics and the power and duty that came with a crown. She needed peasants even when she hated them as equally as they hated her.
And she had understood the hatred of the peasants of The Enchanted Forest, they believed she was Evil and had usurped Snow's throne. What she didn't understand was their hatred now. She was no longer Queen, she had no power over them. She couldn't hurt them and she was the one who had lost. She was without her Father and her curse. Now the curse was broken families were re-united, the person without a reunion was Regina. Her Father and her Son were both beyond her reach. She was truly alone.
And if you looked with an impartial eye she had built a good town with functioning business and solid, dependable income. Rampant poverty was a thing of the past. As was dysentery, ill health and plague. Soft furnishings existed and they weren't infested with lice or so dirty you were afraid to touch them. There was sanitation, running water, washing machines and bathing facilities. And the food didn't run around and fight for its life, it came in tins, plastic packages or from a take-away diner. She hadn't meant to, but she had increased the quality of life for all of the inhabitants under her rule.
And they still hated her. She ducked her head and sipped her drink. She felt self-pity bubble up her throat and swallowed the scalding beverage to push it away.
The coffee was too hot, but did little to warm or fill the void inside of her. But she sat there, uncomfortably aware of the whispers and shifty eye glances of the other patrons. But she wasn't comfortable anywhere anymore, she had no job and no office, where she had once been powerful. She hated her house, it was stark and only served to heighten her loneliness. She had her vault, but that had always been dark, dank and musty. It was a place for practicing dark magic, not designed to be soft and comforting. She briefly wondered if she might be welcome at the stables, she could bribe them with a large donation and bond with the horses, who wouldn't know her as The Evil Queen and she might finally find a space she could relax even for just a few hours a week. She shook her head, she wasn't welcome anywhere.
Out of a whole town she had built and overseen for decades, Regina finally realised she didn't really like it that much. Not the people, self-absorbed fairy-tales like Snow and her dim-witted Prince. Not the buildings, not even her house. It was a symbol of wealth and power, a huge and dominating structure that fitted more to her mother's taste than to Regina's. When had she fallen into that mold? When had she become a carbon copy of the woman she hated more than even Snow White?
Maybe it was when she was on her knees, pleasuring the same man her mother had once done. Only her mother had done it willingly, Regina had been blackmailed. More self-pity swirled inside her and she physically shook her head to clear it.
Thinking back on that day her stomach flipped and she had to force down the coffee to save it reappearing all over the table. She did not want to think about that, and yet, in an empty house, thoughts ran rampant despite her desire to keep them locked up.
Luck wasn't with her today either, not that it ever had been, as the bell above the door jingled and Belle and the sleazy older man walked into the eating establishment.
Regina grasped the edge of the table and took a deep breath, she would not lose the contents of her stomach. She breathed out slowly, physically calming herself with techniques her mother didn't know she had taught her. She felt the need to cower into the upholstered booth and hide, but she refused. She had been a Queen, she had been Mayor, she did not cower and she did not hide. She sat stiffly upright and tried not to look at the happy couple.
But they drew her eye, the brunette woman not trusting her old mentor and a casual interest in his lover meant she surreptitiously watched them. Her eyelids lowered so it wasn't obvious, hidden away in her booth, she watched as Ruby took their order and turned away. Regina swore she saw Belle's eyes travel to the tight skirt covered buttocks and then down the long, lean legs.
Then Rumple spoke and Belle looked away and into his eyes and smiled and Regina noticed just a flicker in Rumple's composure. If she didn't know the horrid little Imp so well she never would have spotted it. But she did know him and she saw that he had seen Belle's wandering gaze.
Regina was suddenly grateful she had bothered to shower, dress and make an effort to leave her house today. Seeing that Rumple didn't have everything his own way soothed her psyche and brought the touch of a genuine smile to her full, red lips. Her coffee slid down a little easier after that.
She is stood in the Diner again, her skin crawling as she can feel the eyes of the blasted peasants on her. They burn into her with their intensity, if they could they would cut into her like daggers. She feels under the microscope and battles within herself to clear her expression so that her discomfort doesn't show on her face and in her posture.
But she had been invited, this was a welcome home party and Henry was here and had said he believed in her and knew she was trying. So she stays, despite almost the entirety of the room hating her and thinking ill thoughts either towards her or about her.
She tries to tell herself she doesn't care, but it is hard. She no longer has a battalion of armed men to defend her, she has made a promise to Henry so she no longer had magic to defend herself. She doesn't even have the intimidating hair, make-up, clothes and heels she once had, her own armour that made her strong and confident. She is against the masses as an equal, and it unnerves and unsettles her, a sliver of fear sitting in her stomach as she faces that she is defenceless if someone suddenly attacks her.
Then Henry would send a smile her way and she would banish the dark thoughts and doubts. She holds her hands still to stop them nervously twitching, or shaking. She restrains herself from wringing them and seeks out her son's eyes to steady her. This has become some kind of personal torture and she knows she can't stay too long, not even for her son.
Just long enough to get under their skin, to throw a few insults at Snow and Charming, newly re-united and sickenly sweet as they whisper lovingly to each other. To see her son, place her hand on his shoulder with reverence and soak up the fact he doesn't immediately shrug it away. And to spot Belle, chatting in a group but losing her focus and place in the conversation as her eyes drift over to Emma.
Regina knows that look and the struggle too. Emma has a defined and athletic body, toned arms, and flat stomach coupled with gorgeous blonde hair, pale features, and soft pink lips. And to add to the struggle, her lithe body is almost always encased in skin tight denim showing off the woman's perfect ass. It is an appreciative gaze, a look that tries to hide desire with a frank appraisal but fails because of the lingering quality.
Regina has found herself doing it once or twice, and she smirks into her drink as she realises Belle has seen the striking attributes in Miss Swan as well. And this is a new world where experimenting and sexual preferences aren't viewed with the same distain. You aren't viewed as a whore if you go to your marriage bed with experience rather than virgin ideals.
And women loving women, it is commonplace and seems to have captured the young librarian's attention. Maybe she had always wondered what it would be like to kiss a smooth and stubble less face, to have long hair to run her fingers through and full breasts to grasp and press her own against, but here, in this world, she can explore that with more ease. Regina surmises that this world gives the young and confused woman confidence and freedom to look. It allows her to explore through books and the internet, enabling her to dream and fantasize. To imagine a female lover in her bed, pleasing her with soft touches, rather than a callous and hard Dark One.
And Regina can finally see that Belle clearly isn't sure what she wants. She is clinging to the Imp because of some misguided view that there is greater social acceptance in a heterosexual relationship. He at least is a known quantity, were she feels comfortable and settled but not necessarily happy and fulfilled. He offers her safety and protection, although Regina suspects it is stifling and dominating and that might even be contributing to the wandering eyes Belle is exhibiting.
Regina begins to wonder if a good looking woman made a very clear and obvious play, might Belle be tempted? Regina happens to know a good looking woman who could see a very distinct benefit to bedding the other brunette.
Payback her mind screams, her old mentor would be made to squirm like he had manipulated her to. And Belle might not deserve to be used like a pawn in their game, but had Regina deserved to be made to kneel in front of him? Someone always suffered unjustly in this game they were playing, and if Regina was being honest, Belle would be sexually satisfied, she would enjoy herself in this union. Regina was confident in her ability to bring the inexperienced woman pleasure, the only one who would get nothing but pain and heartache from this would be The Dark One.
And even if he lashed out and misplaced the blame at Belle's door, ending their relationship, wouldn't the younger woman be better off? Loving a monster couldn't be good for her, and the woman clearly had her own reservations and issues, otherwise she wouldn't be stood in the crowded room ogling The Saviour.
The sane part of Regina's mind, the Mother to Henry, tells her to back off and leave the floundering couple to implode quietly, it seems inevitable with him being controlling and Belle indicating she might want something different. But she just can't. She wants to win, to punish the Imp for his behaviour in her office that day, to have the last laugh. So she files the information away to begin preparations for her plan. Thanks to Rumple stacking the deck, supplying a dud curse and finding a Charing child for her to adopt it isn't like she has anything else to keep her busy.
As Regina looked at Lacey in her hospital bed she can't help the smile on her face. She had already decided that Rumple needed to pay for forcing her onto her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. She was gearing up her plan where she was going to be equally sexually perverse in her retribution by sleeping with his beloved Belle. And she felt confident in her chances of success because from her limited observations it appeared his lovely, lithe, young brunette had a liking for the fairer sex.
And Regina knew she was stunning and if she turned on the charm and flirted with just the right amount of confidence and charisma she could plant a seed in the younger brunette's mind. And then let it grow with casual touches, throw away comments, entice the woman in and give her repressed sexual side something to embrace and a safe place to explore her real nature.
But now, well Lacey wouldn't have any of the inhibitions Belle would. She wasn't loyal to Rumpelstiltskin and Regina wouldn't have to play games and be patient she had expected to devote her childless time to. Gone was the good girl, the one ruled by duty and obligation. Chipping away at the girl's hesitation, virtue and integrity was now not required. Lacey had very few scruples, her morals were questionable and she wasn't ashamed of herself or her sexuality, giving in to her desire's in a way Belle never would have.
Regina was blatant, asking her out for a drink with a wink and seductive sway in her step. Well, out wasn't right. She invited the girl to her house, which she had stocked with cheap liquor, a few candles to set the mood and a nice corseted bodice and tight leather pants that weren't really day wear but Regina was past caring. She had a goal in mind, and without Henry to occupy her time, she had devoted herself to it, she had allowed it to consume her.
And now Belle was buried somewhere at the back of the pretty brunette's mind, pushed away in favour of the trampy Lacey, Regina had never dreamed seducing Rumple's love would be so easy. Her smile was predatory and real.
She just had to make sure she gained the leverage she wanted, that Rumple found out about her conquest of what he viewed as his. So her laptop was open in her study, under the pretence she was typing up some documents before her seductive and sultry meeting began. She was looking forward to entertaining the woman, her heart beat a little quicker and she had enjoyed dressing and doing her make up. She felt powerful, she felt strong, she knew she looked good and that the younger woman would appreciate the skin hugging clothes.
This would be easy and she might even find the sex was reciprocal. After all, Belle had a fine body, she was a pretty young thing. Regina wouldn't need to worry about faking any arousal, the act of beating Rumple turned her on as did the thought of Belle laying in her bed, spread out and open for her. She saw a feral smile in the mirror as her eyes burned with sexual fire.
All she needed to ensure this was a perfect night was that she left the camera on, filming the dirty exchange.
And dirty it was. Lacey had none of the reservation of Belle, she was wild, untamed. And Regina hadn't found anyone to replace Graham, so it had been a long time since she had found release at the touch of another, and she took to everything Lacey had to give with passion and desperation.
As the younger woman sat astride her lap, her skirt shucked up round her hips and rocking her clothed centre into Regina, the older woman snaked her hands under the shirt and tore her nails down the skin of Lacey's back. The marks would be angry and red and would take days to fade and Regina realised that she might not even need the video recording. Leaving marks on the perfectly unblemished skin would be enough of a sign that Rumple's beloved had been conquered by someone else. It would be a clear message that someone else had fucked his good little girl, given it to her hard and fast, without his young lover giving him a second thought.
The brunette took her hand and slipped it up a soft thigh, pushing aside the damp material of Lacey's panties. She stroked the sensitive skin of her labia, teasing the woman who groaned her passion into Regina's ear while grasping her fingertips tighter into the older woman's shoulders.
Her hips jerked, trying to get the fingers to slide through her folds, but Regina continued to tease, massaging a clothed breast, kissing and sucking her neck so hard she was leaving a purpling mark and refusing to plunge her fingers into the wetness she could feel seeping out of the other woman.
As the younger woman begged, "Please Regina!" the older woman found she didn't want to tease, she wanted to satisfy the hunger the other woman obviously had burning inside. She had often been called cruel, but she wasn't about to deny the woman something she so desperately wanted. And she was certain, under it all, Belle wanted it too, she was just too shy to ask like Lacey was, rutting and panting her need into the skin of the older woman's neck.
So the older brunette took two fingers and drove them hard and deep into the heated channel that was lubricious with the woman's want and was pleased when she hissed in a breath and then let out a strangled moan.
"You like it like that, don't you?" She asked rhetorically, the thrusting of the girl's hips was answer enough.
"Mmmhh, so good." The girl told her, never stopping her gyrating.
Setting a punishing, pumping rhythm Regina snaked her free hand round to spread the woman and used her thumb to brush her clit, feeding her own arousal with the woman's whimpering and grinding. Regina felt herself becoming wet, the sounds the girl was making, her tight grip on her shoulders as she rode her hand, her inner muscles clenching round her fingers all added to the ex-mayor's pleasure and she felt her nipples become stiff.
To hide her face, that likely was alight with her own desire, she buried her head into the long locks of hair, breathing in the scent before taking an earlobe between her teeth and biting down on it hard. The younger woman cried out, but didn't retreat, instead she slammed her hips forward with more speed, more energy and force. Regina smiled and dropped her mouth to the still clothed breast, using her teeth in the same manner on an erect nipple. The girl growled low in her throat before praising the older woman, "Yes, Oh Yes!" as the woman used teeth and tongue to probe the bud and bite it at will.
Feeling the shake of the woman's thighs and her centre begin to get tight and contract Regina lifted her head to the woman's ear again. "I can feel you are so close." she huskily breathed into her ear, flicking the lobe with her tongue. "Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?" She throatily said.
Lacey nodded against her neck, her breathing irregular and laboured.
"Let me see you." The Queen commanded and the younger woman pushed away from her neck and they shared an eye lock as Regina crocked her fingers that were still being ridden to abandon. Lacey threw her head back, her body straining before spasms racked her, "Regina!" tearing from her lips before her hips roughly jerked before stopping and she come all over the digits with a loud exhale of breath.
As Lacey buried her face into the older woman's neck, panting out her release, Regina looked straight into the eye of the camera and grinned. Her smile was victorious, her eyes dancing with mirth and mischief. It was a look Rumple would be familiar with, it often gracing his reptilian features. Now it sat on Regina's face as she smirked as the younger woman moaned the last of her pleasure before slumping boneless into a collapsed heap, draping herself over the ex-Mayor.
Giving the woman time to recover Regina ran her hand gently over the welts she had left in the woman's back, and up into her hair and began to massage her scalp. It was a tender gesture, gentle, and the complete opposite of the hard way she had taken the young girl. When Lacey lifted her head the kiss they shared was lingering. Regina suckled at her lips, cupping her face and thought about how The Imp might respond. Someone fucking his girl was going to be difficult for him, someone taking their time and being loving was worse. And that kiss, it conveyed thanks, it wasn't the kind of thing shared after a quick fucking. It implied a level of feeling, an intimacy and the chance of a relationship growing and possibly eclipsing him as a lover. Good, she thought, let him feel insecure and worry about losing the one thing he loved. Because he had repeatedly taken things from Regina, her hope, her life, eventually her father and he had been rather instrumental in breaking the curse too. This was well overdue.
Whispering to Lacey Regina stood, and took her hand, pulling her upstairs to her bedroom. She fully intended for Lacey to return the favour before they went another round, but she had no intention of letting Rumple see her come undone, see her in the throes of pleasure. That would be for Lacey's eyes only and Regina couldn't deny she was looking forward to it.