When Emma awoke from her slumber, she found herself surrounded by silky purple sheets and a heavy black and purple Victorian comforter. The bed was massive and comfortable, which came as no surprise. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was, until she saw the queen sleeping next to her. The fireplace still burning furiously as it crackled and popped. Emma began to sit up, until she felt an arm snake around her waist. Was this really happening? Was this real? The blonde was almost one hundred percent certain this wasn't like the queen. She had heard stories on how the Evil Queen would only use her lovers for a certain amount of time then toss them away. Emma was sure she was one of them. She felt cheap, which angered her. She tried to move once more but the grip the brunette had around Emma only tightened. Then she heard the queen utter something unexpected. "Mmm...don't go yet. Stay." this shocked the blonde.
"Why?" she demanded.
"What did I say about questioning me?" the queen sighed and slowly sat up. "I'm not done with you yet." she stretched. "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, focusing on the tall mahogany clock that read fifteen minutes past five. The woman groaned, knowing dinner would be ready soon. Just as she was about to ask the blonde to accompany her, she was questioned.
"Then that's it?" Emma started in an aggressive manner. "I'm just like all the others? You're just going to throw me back on the street? I make you scream and come for me unlike anyone has ever done and you're just going to toss me aside?"
This took the queen aback. Speaking to her in such a manner angered her. "You knew damn well what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to come here; and if you would let me finish, maybe you wouldn't be so defensive, dear." the blonde remained silent but continued her angry glare at the queen, which she chuckled at. "I was going to suggest that you stay with me. Come with me downstairs to dinner, then later pleasure each other. You could stay with me…you as mine and I as yours…however, if you do not live up to satisfactory, I will place you back onto the streets and find another suitor for my needs." the regal queen stood, walking back over to her inn table by the fireplace, pouring herself another glass of wine. The woman wasn't in her previous outfit, she was in a dark pink and black lace gown made of silk. She looked just perfect in it. But why her? What made Emma so different from the rest. "Just to make myself clear. I have never requested any of my lovers to stay with me. You have impressed me Miss. Swan. More than the others."
"What on earth makes you think I would want to possibly stay with you? And stay with you as what? Your slave? All you do would torture me. Besides, I have a farm to tend to. Vegetables to harvest; I can't just uproot myself to stay with you. And for what? Pleasure? That I might not even get in return? I'll pass your Majesty." Emma stood from the bed and began to gather her clothes.
This angered the queen. She narrowed her eyes and squared her jaw. She was used to getting what she wanted. This woman was feisty, no doubt, but that's what the queen was attracted to. Her fire. She questioned her and didn't seem to care. She could tell there was pain in her eyes. Unsure if her ego was pained or her actual feelings. Either way, what the queen wants, the queen gets. "Before you storm off, I'd like to make a deal with you. Which, once again, is another first Miss. Swan." Emma stopped in her tracks, glaring at the brunette. "If I offered to have your animals transported here and your crops, would you stay? I assure you, no harm will come to you…unless you do something to displease me, but I can also assure it will be a pleasurable torment, not evil. Like you experienced before you passed out like a child on my bed." the queen snickered at how the blonde lightly snored and how her blonde locks flared on her pillow. "On my side I might add."
"Why do you want to keep me?"
"Because dear, you are unique. You interest me, something not a lot of people do. It's more uncommon than you think." the queen scoffed. "If you are dead set on not staying, by all means you shall go once I'm done with you, but…" the queen stalked her way to the blonde, tipping her fingers under her chin to make her look her in the eyes, with all sincerity. "I don't want you to." This woman is not evil, Emma thought. She had feelings, emotions, she may wear a crown on her head and mask perfectly, but the blonde saw right through that.
"And how are you going to get my crops onto your land, your Highness?" Emma shifted her gaze away, trying to brush off the serious tone the queen had taken.
"I have magic, dear. Did you forget that? If so, I fear of your intellect." The queen took Emma's hand and walked her over to the window next to the fireplace, where they both gazed upon a massive acre of land. "See this land? It's mine. All of it. I can place your garden here and your animals there." she pointed. "So you can see them from this window if you don't trust me." she turned and faced the blonde woman with an unexpressive face. "I assure you I will not harm you…in a bad way anyway. You can join me at my gatherings on the weekends, go on outings together. You can have all the greater things in life…like hot lavender baths every night, hot meals, luxurious clothing…you name it and you shall have it." Emma's eyes widened in admiration and in awe of the queen. She couldn't believe she was proposing all of this to her. She was just a simple farm girl with simple taste. Living in luxury was something she had always dreamed about. Normally, she would have spat on someone trying to offer her such things, but since she was going to be a sex slave, she might as well be treated like a queen herself.
"Alight. I'll stay. But if things do not work out, I'm leaving." the blonde stated strictly. The brunette chuckled.
"So demanding!" she ran a finger through the valley of the woman's chest, sending chills down Emma's spine. "If you're so demanding with your motives, I wonder how demanding you will be with me?"
"Excuse me? You want to me do as I please with you?" her eyes lit up.
The queen laughed darkly. "Oh, dear no. Not unless I request it, you shall do as I say." There was a long pause as the two women stared at each other until the brunette broke the silence. "So…will you stay with me? Pleasure me and pleasure you in return?"
"You don'teven know me Reg-You're Majesty."
The queen's eyes blackened. "I know enough Miss. Swan. Enough to see you do want this…that you do want me. I see it in the way you look at me and the way you touched me…which was out of line, but I will let it slide…this one time. We can go out and others may look at you, but you will be mine and mine only. Pleasure only me and receive pleasure back. So…what will your answer be?"
Emma thought long and hard about it. She didn't like that the queen was so possessive, but what else would she expect? She didn't like the fact that if they went somewhere, she was only bringing her because she wanted to flaunt her like a new toy. She didn't like that she would be being used…her answer shocked her. "I already told you I would stay…what else do you want from me?"
"All of you…" and you shall have all of me. Emma could tell she wanted to say more, but she just ignored it.
"Then you shall have me your Majesty." Emma bowed and the queen chuckled darkly with a hint of bliss. With the wave of her hand, Emma's farm animals and gardens were in the yard, a long white picket fencing everything in. Emma's face smiled brightly then looked to the queen once more, with an expression on her face that looked genuinely elated, but could also tell she was trying to push the emotion back with pride, knowing she got what she wanted.
"You have horses?" The brunette asked, in amazement, watching a white horse trot around the yard.
"Yes. His name is Edward. I've had him since I was a child. The brown and black one's name is Dena. It was…um…" the blonde veered off…not really knowing what the woman who raised her was. She was old enough to be a grandmother, but raised her like a mother. "My mothers."
"You don't sound so sure about that answer, dear."
"I don't want to talk about it. It was the woman who raised me, it was her horse. She taught me how to ride before she got sick." Emma looked down, biting her lip trying not to cry. The queen placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright, dear. I won't ask anymore. Now…shall you accompany me for dinner? Then see what the night brings us?" Emma looked up, seeing the sincerity in her eyes once more. She only nodded and smiled sadly, swallowing her sadness. The queen smiled then waved her hand over herself then Emma, changing them in their formal dinner attire. The brunette offered a tight smile and offered her arm. "Come, let us go make ourselves known downstairs. I am famished, as I'm sure you are as well. We can retrieve our energy then, come back, and let me claim you as mine," the queen's gaze eyed the blonde from head to toe, lust seeping through her amber eyes. "Then you can fuck me until the sun rises. How does that sound?"
Emma's mouth left gaped and nodded lustfully. She was trying really hard to not let the regal woman see her emotions. She felt all of them at once every time she looked at the woman. Anger, lust, hatred, bliss, sadness, the good and the bad. She wanted to scream in anger one minute then scream in happiness the next. Her emotions were hot and cold, but one thing was for certain, even though she was going to be the Evil Queens sex slave, she was, indeed, crazy about the woman's body and voice. Emma was sure all she needed to do was blindfold her and talk dirty in her sultry, lust filled voice and she was sure to come. Everything about her made her drenched, it was embarrassing, but she didn't want the queen to know…not yet anyway.