The queen and the blonde ended up falling asleep after a nights worth of making love. They did not stop until their fingers cramped, mouths locked, and their forearms were sore. They certainly didn't plan this, but their chemistry was too strong; even for them.
The room was toasty from the fire when the queen awoke in the late morning. At first she was confused why Emma was in bed with her, but she quickly remembered when she yawned and winced in pain. For the first time ever, they had truly made love to one another. The entire night was filled with gentle touches and sweet kisses. She turned to her lover who was still passed out and smiled. She lay next to the blonde as she wrapped her arms around her, then nuzzled her hair. This…this is all she ever wanted. All she ever dreamed about for the past six months. All the queen ever wanted was to be truly in love again like she was, which seemed to feel like centuries ago. The queen felt like she could never love again, or have the love returned to her. After decades of being called evil, then doing heartless things to innocent people, she knew no one could ever love her…and yet…here was this person, this incredible person in her arms right now who loved her. Who loved her through the ugliest times since they had known each other. Who loved her even when she didn't want to admit she was in love. Someone loved the Evil Queen…someone actually loved her.
The nuzzling of the blondes hair woke her up with a happy hum. "Hmm, this is nice." Emma retorted sleepily.
"It is my sweet." Regina hummed back, then kissed the blonde's earlobe.
Goosebumps rose all over Emma's body, "Don't get me started, my queen." The blonde turned to face her royal highness. "You have exhausted me."
Regina smirked seductively, "But I have done nothing!" she tried innocently, but Emma could see right through that façade. "I simply wanted to kiss you there because your hair is in my way of your cheek!" Emma still wasn't buying it as they were now both smirking playfully at each other.
"I still don't believe you. How are you not as tired as I am?"
"Oh, believe me dear, I am deliciously sore, but you know me, I could always go for more." she leaned in for the blondes pink lips. "I just cannot ever get enough of you."
Emma beamed at those words. "As I can never get enough of you, Your Majesty." She gave the older woman a small peck before plopping her head back onto the fluffy pillow with a groan. "However, I think I will need a day to recover from last night."
"A DAY?!" Regina shrieked. "I don't think I can wait that long." The queen regally removed herself from the bed, grabbed her long silky maroon robe as she walked to the window to open it. The cool breeze felt so nice compared to the hot room.
"And you call me a horn dog!" Emma turned to cover herself up from the cold breeze. She was in no way, shape or form ready to get out of bed. She wanted and needed to rest if she wanted to keep up with Regina's quick libido.
Regina scoffed. "I do have magic, dear. I can heal myself and you! No need to be so dramatic." When the brunette turned to see Emma under the covers she smirked. "Doesn't the breeze feel nice this morning?" Emma muffled her response but she couldn't understand. She stalked back to the bed and ripped the covers off the blonde, making her curl up in a naked ball, trying to cover herself with her arms. "See, isn't it nice?" grinning wickedly.
"NO! I'm cold, I'm sore, and just damn tired!" She cried, reaching for the covers, but Regina moved it to the edge of the bed to where if she wanted them, she needed to get past her.
"Aww, is poor little Emma too tired for her queen?" she tutted, somewhat pouting. Emma sat up, then tackled Regina onto the bed. The queen started to chuckle in a way the blonde had never heard. She didn't want it to stop hearing that sound; so she got on top of her, pinning her arms over her head with one hand then untying the loose robe, still giggling. "What do you think you're doing Miss. Swan?" she played.
"Getting even!"
"Unhand me at once! I am starting to feel chilly!"
"Aww, that's too bad." Emma took a glance down at queen's chest, watching those sexy, dusky nipples harden. "I can tell! You are indeed getting cold, let me help you with that!" Emma opened the robe all the way, causing the brunette to shiver, causing her to gasp. Before the brunette could protest, Emma began sucking on her right nipple while cupping the other with her free hand. Regina was so sensitive, she began bucking her hips for more friction. Emma smirked as she continued then gave the other nipple attention. "Eager are we?"
"Yess!" the queen hissed.
The blonde, still holding her grip firmly on the queen's wrist, licked up her cleavage, nipping at her clavicle to her neck, flicking her sore tongue on her pulse point, causing the woman beneath to wither in pleasure. Gasping and moaning every time with ever minor flick on her sensitive flesh. Her body felt like it was on fire. She may not have her hands free, but her legs were, so she wrapped them around the blondes waist, pulling her down onto her already dripping wet cunt. "Jesus Your Majesty! I haven't even done anything!"
"On the contrary, dear, you have." she responded breathlessly. "I only kissed your ear just moments ago, but you are attacking me with your mouth-ah! Fuck!" The blonde sucked on her sensitive neck, making her. Something she never did, but with the responses she was receiving, she didn't let up. She originally just wanted to make the brunette chuckle, but this turned into something more delightful. Even though she was incredibly sore, she just couldn't get enough of this regal woman.
Just as Emma was about to kiss her beautiful lips, Regina flipped them both. Even though the window was open and the air was cold, neither of the woman were complaining anymore. Their bodies were scorching hot. It was now Emma who was pinned down, but Regina took it a step further. She held her down using her magic, while removing the robe sash. "Now, my dear, you are sore, let me take care of myself." She tied the silk sash over the younger woman's wrist, making sure it was firm. Emma watched with wide eyes.
"No, don't tie me up." Emma protested as she swallowed thickly. "I can't let you do this right now." Regina removed the tie as quickly as possible.
"I'm sorry, Emma." Regina pondered for a moment. "Hmm, I wonder how you would like it if you couldn't watch me, but touch me, my love."
"No way! I need to see you! I think I shall die if I can't do anything. I'm not ready to be tied up and blindfolded again…not yet." Emma pleaded, but did no good.
Regina gave a throaty chuckle. "Oh come now, this will be fun! I shall ride you like I ride my stallion!" she leaned into the younger woman's ear and whispered, "You get to feel my wet cunt sliding up and down your strong thigh then hear me scream your name. Wouldn't you like that my love? I won't bound or blindfold you. Not until you're ready. How does that sound?" Emma could only nod eagerly yet let out a selfish whine. "Good girl." she nipped her ear once more, causing the blonde to gasp then slowly began riding Emma's thigh. Regina's sore cunt hurt deliciously, yet desperately. Her wet juices spreading with each thrust. Suddenly, she got an idea. "On your stomach, my love." Emma whined once more when she removed herself from her leg, missing the feeling of her queen, but complied. "Are you comfortable?" The blonde nodded in confirmation. Regain lowered herself onto the blonde's round ass. Both women gasped at the new contact. "Now I shall truly ride you like a stallion, my darling!"
She continued grinding down relentlessly, desperately needing her release. Emma moaned with each thrust, feeling Regina dripping all over and down her ass. The roughness of her pubic hair scratching on her derrière, then the brunette's loud moaning, only made her soaked her sore pussy and groan more. Regina gripped onto Emma's long locks, which lifted her head, grinding harder. The brunette was on fire when her orgasm came crashing down upon her. She screamed Emma's name as loud as she could, gripping the blondes hair even harder. The blonde was so aroused by the time the queen had climaxed, she felt like she was going to implode right on the spot.
The younger woman quickly turned around and kissed the queen as hard and as passionately as she could. "Fuck that was hot!" she breathed into the kiss. "How is it that I am sore, but my cunt is throbbing with need?"
Regina chuckled once more. She was about to respond when there was a knock on the door. "My queen, are you alright?" One of the guards asked though the doors.
She scowled yet somewhat embarrassed. "Yes Lionel, I'm fine."
"Excellent! My queen, are you decent? I've come with news."
Regina huffed then looked at Emma with an apologetic look. She covered herself with her robe then walked to see what her guard wanted. "What is it Lionel?"
"I am sorry to disturb you, Your Majesty. I only came to remind you of your meeting in thirty minutes with the royal court. They will be here soon."
"Ah yes, I remember. I will be down shortly. Thank you."
He bowed then began walking back down the stairs. Regina closed the doors and Emma was staring at her like a lost puppy. "Not to worry dear, I won't be gone long. When I return, we will go out on a picnic. It is a beautiful day and I want to spend it with the woman I love."
"BUT-"
"Not to worry, dear. You will have your release, when I come back. But possibly not immediately." she grinned wickedly. With a snap of her fingers, she was dressed in a long black dress with her hair in a high ponytail, make-up perfected with blood red lips. She waltzed over to the bare blonde, then gave her a castle kiss. "I promise I won't let you suffer…for too long." she winked then gave a very affectionate look. "I love you Emma."
"I love you too, Regina." she responded affectionately.
Once Regina was gone, Emma grabbed the covers and plopped down on the bed. She sighed both in bliss and frustration. "Oh Regina, what am I going to do with you?" She smirked before falling back asleep.