Emma's back hit the bed as the Queen threw her down beside Regina. She grinned up at the monarch and spread her legs, knees bent to capture the Queen as she fell on top of her. She was in heaven, living the mother of all fantasies with two leading ladies instead of the usual one.

"It seems you have quite the talented mouth, dear," the Queen purred, glancing to Regina with no small amount of amusement in her expression. "I do believe you are the first person to have made me pass out."

Cheeks flush, Emma tried to brush off the comment. "I…"

"Am far too humble to accept the credit you are most certainly due?" the Queen interrupted. "Yes, I gathered you might be the type but the truth remains." She lowered her mouth and traced Emma's lips with her tongue before she added, "And when she wakes, I assure you, we both shall repay you tenfold."

Emma's mouth watered and she swallowed thickly. That was a promise if ever she'd heard one, and she knew better than to doubt either one of them being able to keep it. "A-and," she stuttered, "in the meantime?"

Chestnut eyes danced with mirth. "In the meantime," the Queen husked, "I will do my utmost to keep you entertained, of course."

As the words left her lips, she sat up and Emma watched, mesmerized as she ascended her body until warm thighs closed down on her ribs. "You could…" She gestured to her mouth and the Queen shook her head. "But—"

"When she wakes," she promised, pulling her attention down as she spread her folds and circled her clit.

Emma whimpered, gaze fixed to the bundle of nerves, wet and hard. She still had the taste of Regina on her tongue, but seeing that— seeing the Queen just as aroused, she found she wanted more. She reached out, realizing suddenly that she wanted nothing more than to bury her face in the Queen's cunt.

Her fingers barely brushed against hips before her arms snapped up and together, pulled above her head where they were forced to remain as magic swirled about her wrists. Emma whined and the Queen laughed. "You're not too fond of listening, are you Miss Swan?" she questioned, somewhat breathless as she pressed fingers to either side of her clit and began to rub her slit.

Emma bit her lip and shook her head. Even if she didn't generally have a problem with doing as she was told, with Regina, she had an innate need that demanded she disobey, demanded she challenge her and push boundaries just to see how far she could before the inevitable occurred and Regina snapped.

"I like irritating you— her. Both," she admitted, licking her lips as she forced her gaze up. "You get this look in your eyes that makes me wonder if you want to kill me, or fuck me."

Eyes dark and glittering dangerously in the exact way she spoke of, the Queen grinned down at her and Emma shivered.

"Both." Two sets of eyes darted to where Regina lay watching them as she added, "I'm surprised you haven't mounted her yet."

The Queen grinned wider. "Merely waiting for you to finish your nap, sweet alma."

"Well, don't let me keep you further," Regina replied, smirking.

"Wha—" Emma inhaled sharply when she felt the Queen move, and her head whipped back around, question long forgotten as she drank in the sight of pink, glistening flesh and that begging little pearl. "Oh fuck yes."

The Queen chuckled and released the magic holding her. Emma immediately brought her arms down, ignoring the mild protest from muscles as she wrapped them around the Queen's thighs, and tugged her down. She dragged her tongue through wet heat, their simultaneous moans filling the air before she captured the nub between lips and sucked it into her mouth.

Fingers flexing, pulling lightly in encouragement, the Queen rolled her hips and her head fell back to expose her throat as a rumbling purr worked its way up from her chest. Emma arched her spine, groaning as Regina covered a nipple with her mouth and teased it to hardness as she cupped her sex.

Regina thrust two fingers into her without preamble, driving in and out at a pace that had her head spinning and her mouth struggling to keep up.

"Regina," the Queen growled in warning.

Emma felt the lips curve against her breast before the fingers slowed. She closed her eyes and refocused her attention, clit slipping from her mouth as she pushed her tongue down through folds and deep into tight, clenching heat.

Her eyes glued themselves to the Queen. Her body was flawless, olive skin taut across beautifully defined muscle. She wasn't as ripped as Emma, nor did she have the soft perfection of Regina Mills after four years of time catching up to her, but she was a sight to behold nonetheless. Emma traced every inch of the Queen as she tongue fucked her, nose rubbing against her clit while Regina assaulted her cunt, fingers thrusting and curling on every outward pull before sliding back in as hard and as deep as she could with a single stroke.

Emma knew it wouldn't be long before she went over the edge. She tried to ignore the lips making their way south, their seemingly reverent worship of her body making it difficult to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing as the hand in her hair tugged.

Closing her eyes, she redoubled her efforts and extracted her tongue, moving her mouth back to the Queen's clit as she entered her with two fingers. She froze mere seconds later and the Queen groaned. "Mi alma, you broke her," she said as she started to bounce, using Emma's hand to fuck herself.

Emma's toes curled, her clit throbbing to the vibrations of a chuckle before the mouth that had stolen her every thought lifted and Regina pulled out of her, leaving her empty and exposed to the much cooler air of the room. She whined.

The bed dipped and rolled as Regina crawled up her body, and Emma opened her eyes in time to watch as Regina's head popped over the Queen's shoulder. She moaned as a telling heat settled beneath her breasts. "Trouble performing, Miss Swan?" Regina teased, an impish smile on her lips.

Eyes narrowed, Emma met the Queen's next thrust with a thrust of her own and turned her head, clamping down on a mouthful of olive flesh as she bit into a thigh. The Queen cried out, jerking back and almost head butting Regina in the face before Emma let go and Regina grabbed her hips to hold her still.

"I don't recall ever being so soft," she mused aloud and Emma's eyes widened at the growl the Queen gave. "Oh do be quiet. You are naked and on the verge of coming all over Miss Swan's hand— I know peasants more terrifying than you are at this moment."

As she spoke, one of her hands rose to cup the Queen's breast and she squeezed. "Be a dear and hurry up," she murmured just loud enough for Emma to hear. "There is a certain fantasy we've entertained many times in the past, should we ever have had the opportunity."

Emma frowned, curious as the Queen's breath hitched before she moaned, "Oh yes."

Regina grinned down at her, and winked. "I do hope you will oblige us, my darling Swan."

A rush of ideas hit Emma all at once and she whimpered, suddenly eager for whatever plan the two women had for her as she turned her attention back to the Queen and latched on to her clit.

"Better?" Regina husked, both hands now massaging the Queen's breasts. The Queen nodded, using her hold on golden curls to keep Emma exactly where she wanted as she continued to bounce up and down on the fingers driving in and out of her.

After her clit slipped from Emma's mouth a third time, Emma gave up her attempt to keep pace and settled for flicking it with her tongue on each downward thrust. As the Queen grew closer to her release, she paused more often, hips circling— grinding against Emma's hand and chin, and giving her more time to bath attention on the little bundle.

The moment Emma felt her stiffen, Regina pounced. She wrapped an arm around the Queen's waist and reached beneath her, yanking the fingers out of her. Emma had less than a second to register what was happening, and then the Queen was coming in her mouth. She parted her lips with a groan and pushed into her with her tongue, drinking in the sweet, slick heat and wanting more, more, more as the Queen shuddered and bucked against her.

"Give her a minute," Regina said, grinning when the Queen rolled off and to the side, body sinking boneless into the bed with an arm thrown over her eyes as she tried to get her breathing under control.

Emma returned the grin, welcoming the warm weight and gentle press of lips on her jaw as Regina laid herself flat out on top of her. Regina cleaned the Queen's release from her skin with a smattering of kisses and short, quick flicks of her tongue. Emma hummed, recalling the same attention having been bestowed elsewhere before the Queen interfered.

How she was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm yet was anyone's guess.

Just as their lips met for a kiss, goosebumps prickled Emma's skin and Regina jerked upright.

"Stop," she demanded, brushing the Queen's hand from where it rest between her legs, and ignoring the glare she received as she replaced it with her own. "I know your mind," she said, sliding her middle finger down between the Queen's lips. "If we do this, then it will be using my magic. You are too eager and I have had time to… consider things you haven't."

"Um." Emma looked between them, nervous that whatever their idea was involved magic. She was up for a lot of things, but magic made her wary. "Is this going to hurt?"

"No," Regina denied, a little too harshly. She stroked Emma's cheek with her other hand, trying to reassure her. She softened her voice and explained, "In my younger years I had very… selfish intentions when it came to sex."

At the annoyed huff next to her ear, Emma glanced to the Queen who rolled her eyes. "I will not lie," she said, "this is simply sex for me, but she is right. Were I in complete control of what happens, my pleasure would be the only thing that mattered. You are extremely attractive, Emma Swan, and though it pains me, I will concede to her in this because you clearly mean something to her and, as I informed you earlier, I do not wish to sully that."

Pondering the words for a minute, Emma finally nodded. She was a little disappointed that this didn't seem to mean anything to the Queen, but considering everything she knew about the woman, she supposed it wasn't all that surprising. "Okay," she drawled with feigned confidence. "So, what exactly is this fantasy of yours, and why does it involve magic?"

Regina grinned again and lifted her hand from between her younger self's thighs.


The Queen breathed in the familiar, yet unfamiliar scent of her magic. It was lighter, less overwhelming than her own but still, unquestionably, hers. She smirked at the gasp from the woman beside her and reached down, her fingers wrapping firmly around the slowly growing addition between her thighs.

"Holy shit."

She chuckled, stroking herself and enjoying the stiffness in the palm of her hand. Emma Swan was going to feel so good wrapped around her, and she hummed at the thought, her new cock twitching in agreement.

"Uh…"

Her head lolled to the side and she caught the bob of Emma's throat, stare fixed to something further down. She followed her gaze down the rather enviable body, and smirked at the almost identical cock her older self wore; longer but not quite as thick.

"Uh, indeed," she purred and reached for the impressive shaft, running the tips of her fingers over its length. "Now where might you wish to put this, I wonder."

Regina bit her lip and looked to Emma whose eyes somehow grew wider in realization. "You want to…" She trailed off, mouth gaping as the Queen squeezed and Regina's hips thrust forward.

"My, that is quite the flush, Miss Swan."

Emma's jaw snapped shut and she glared at her. "Excuse me for not expecting the woman of my dreams might want to DP me with her evil twin."

With a throaty chuckle, the Queen released both cocks and rolled to her side. She put her hand on Emma's stomach, helpless to resist caressing the hard muscles as they reacted to her touch. "As she is me," she said, leaning in and dropping her voice to a deep purr to finish. "I believe I can safely confide that she would like to do a lot more than that, my dear."

Eyes glued to those perfect breasts, she watched the dusky pink nipples harden in response to her words as Emma shuddered. Flicking her gaze to Regina, she licked her lips and questioned, "Thoughts?" The number of times this scenario had played out in her head were numerous, detailed, different. She couldn't decide where or how to begin, instead choosing to trust an older, perhaps wiser, version of herself who knew the woman they were about to defile, repeatedly.

Regina tilted her head, studying Emma as the Queen studied her. "Open. Eager." Regina moved from Emma to the edge of the bed as she spoke, grinning. "Impatient," she added. "Wondering when we might stop… fucking around and get on with it."

At her swear, the Queen quickly diverted her stare back to Emma's face, and matched Regina's grin with one of her own. If a simple curse word could pull such a moan from the blonde's mouth, they were all in for a treat once Emma had the both of them inside of her.

"Interesting," she cooed, her excitement palpable as her hand curled against a hip and she tugged, falling to her back. Emma rolled on top of her, not in the least bit resistant, and her grin widened. "You are eager," she chuckled and grabbed her thighs, loving the feel of them clamping down on her waist. "How delicious."

Emma tried to shift back, but she tightened her grip and tutted. "You may want this even more than I, sweet thing, but if you want to enjoy this, then we need to prepare you."

"I am pre—"

"Here," she interrupted and cupped her sex. "But not," she continued, fingers pushing deeper, further until the middle one rested between the cheeks of her ass. Emma moaned. "Here."

She rubbed at her puckered hold, delighting in the soft moans that Emma continued to emit as Regina got into position behind her. As soon as Regina was ready, the Queen moved her hand back to Emma's cunt, gathering as much of her arousal as she could before bringing the fingers to her mouth.

Holding Emma's gaze, she licked each digit, hesitant at first but less so once she realized she enjoyed the bitter tang that filled her mouth. She had never once considered the pleasure of whomever she shared her bed with, but she was beginning to see the appeal of pleasing Emma Swan, especially if it meant more of her taste.

Fingers cleaned, she pulled them away from her mouth before Emma captured her hand. Emma entwined their fingers, lowering herself down and pressing their lips together as her folds parted, the underside of the Queen's cock fitting perfectly between them. Emma moved slowly, hips rocking and spreading her heat all along the shaft while the Queen moaned, eyes flitting shut as she reached down with her free hand and clutched Emma's ass.

The need that gripped her in that moment was shocking. Not only had she never cared about another's wants in the bedroom, but she had never allowed them to kiss her either. It was too intimate, too… revealing. The way a person kissed said a lot about them, and the way that Emma Swan kissed said far too much. Seeing the love the woman had for her older self had been one thing, but feeling it was another matter entirely and she was torn between whether she wanted to push her away, or keep kissing Emma as her heart skipped a beat.

The things she wanted to do to her— the filthy, depraved acts that floated around in her mind were no place for love. Certainly not the kind of love she believed only someone like Emma Swan were capable. The amount of light magic constantly radiating off of the woman was borderline nauseating.

Luckily for her, and more so for Emma herself, Regina seemed to sense her thoughts and her eyes snapped open. Emma gasped, their mouths ripped apart as Regina grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, causing Emma's spine to bend in a painful arch surpassed only by the finger in her ass and the cock pushing into her cunt.

Emma cursed and Regina pulled harder, almost bringing them together while she remained upright. The Queen swallowed down another moan at the sight. She had also never paid much attention to another woman's breasts before, but the constant exposure to Emma's was starting to get to her. She wondered how they might feel in her mouth, and licked her lips before she shot up, tearing their hands apart to grab Emma's throat while she ducked her head and latched on to a nipple.

She licked and sucked at the stiff nub, near starved for the flesh in her mouth. Feeling the nipple rolling against her tongue was almost as good as the pussy sliding against her cock, Regina leisurely fucking Emma in both her holes.

When a panted request for more came, she didn't know who Emma was talking to, but she obliged as well as she knew her older self would, and added teeth as she brought her hand down from Emma's throat and palmed her other breast. Emma hissed then groaned, cupping the back of her neck and seemingly satisfied by their responses.

Any thoughts of love and when and where it was appropriate left the Queen's head as she switched breasts, a hand caressing between them, around them, over them before inching down, down, down. As her fingers found the slippery bundle of nerves and Emma jerked, she lifted her head, meeting the dark, emerald gaze, and smirking at the perfect picture Emma Swan presented in the throes of her passion.

The sheer pleasure that rushed through her simply from knowing she was part of the reason Emma wore such a blissful expression was a pleasant surprise, and one she could admit to herself she wouldn't mind causing often as she dismissed the fact only the her from the future would have such an opportunity.

Unable to look away, she stroked Emma's clit, taking in every minute detail, wanting to remember it all for the short time she had. She growled when Regina released Emma, a head suddenly buried in her neck as she glared at her counterpart. Regina simply grinned and pushed Emma between the shoulder blades, sending them both back to the bed as she picked up her pace and fucked Emma harder.

The Queen's ire quickly dissipated when she felt the teeth at her pulse. No one had ever dared bite her, let alone mark her as Emma was no doubt about to do, and it excited her. She was a sadist, not a masochist, and yet with the pain that pierced her skin, her cock grew even harder. She wanted— needed to be inside Emma.

Looking down her back to where Regina had two fingers knuckle deep inside Emma's ass, her nostrils flared impatiently and she growled. Regina glanced at her, reading her, slowing her thrusts. Emma tried to protest her stopping, teeth releasing their prize only to choke on her words.

Whether she was too thick, or Emma was too tight, the Queen didn't know but she purred, noting the small flash of pain that crossed Emma's face. She didn't want to hurt her, but she certainly wouldn't deny herself the pleasure of it when it happened. Having Emma wrapped even halfway around her was a lot more satisfying than she imagined, and she wasn't about to apologize for it.

"You feel marvelous," she murmured instead, still stroking her clit and waiting for her to adjust.

Emma clenched around her, worrying at her lower lip with teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to relax. The Queen moaned, time having crawled by at a seemingly snail-like pace before Emma began to accept the rest of her length.

When the last inch finally sank into her, Emma groaned and fell forward into a kiss far removed from that of their first. The Queen nibbled and sucked at her lips before thrusting a tongue into her mouth, while the circles she drew on Emma's clit became tight, rough and determined.

Emma came within seconds, her cry muffled as she shook with her release.


The second Emma stopped shaking, Regina lined her cock up with her ass and slowly pushed forward. Much like her younger self, Regina had grown impatient and couldn't wait any longer. Emma had taunted her long enough with those tight jeans she often wore, drawing attention to her backside every time she turned and walked away with that cocky swagger Regina found she loathed to love.

Everything about Emma brought about fantasies she had done her best to ignore throughout the years. Her eyes, her arms, her breasts, her thighs. Emma couldn't walk into a room without Regina's mind conjuring all sorts of images to go with what she was wearing, how she stood— where she stood, though nothing had ever compared to when Emma would bend over. Regina's mouth watered at the mere thought, and now she was finally able to make her fantasies a reality.

Feeling how tight Emma was, feeling the way her ass clamped down on her cock; Regina groaned. With the Queen firmly buried inside of her, she could even feel the shallow thrusts against the underside of her cock and the sensation was better than she imagined. That Emma was already pushing back, silently pleading for more had Regina struggling to remain in control. She wanted to take her, to fuck her, and fuck her hard until Emma screamed and begged her to stop.

Closing her eyes, she quietly breathed through her nose then shook her head. Yes, she was still the Queen in some respects, especially when it came to her libido and what she liked in the bedroom, but her penchant for the sadistic had tempered these past few decades; hurting Emma Swan for her own pleasure was out of the question.

Stilling her hips, she palmed Emma's ass and massaged her cheeks, hoping it might help them both relax a little more. She caressed up Emma's back and down her sides, bending to place kisses along the notches of her spine. Emma whined, still begging, still wanting before she simply stopped.

Regina looked up, and froze at what she saw. The Queen was kissing her, a thumb stroking behind Emma's ear as she held her face in one hand while the other hid beneath the waterfall of long, golden hair. Regina's chest squeezed and a smile curled her lips, aware that the content hum filling the air was one of her own.

She shook herself of the surprise that first took hold and glanced down, chest tight for an entirely different reason as her cock began to disappear, inch by inch. Her stomach flipped and she let out a low groan of wanton delight that was soon followed by two more.

"Fuck," Emma breathed. "You're bigger than you look."

Regina lifted her gaze and grinned as Emma stared at her over a shoulder. "Why, thank you, Miss Swan," she purred. She tried to pull back but Emma clenched. "Let go, dear."

"No," Emma pouted, earning a chuckle from both brunettes.

Regina slapped her ass. "I could magic it away," she threatened and Emma gasped, releasing her in the next instant. "Good girl."

What humour lingered after the moment quickly dissipated in favour of her lust. She pulled out at an agonizing pace and watched as Emma's face grew slack, a long, tumultuous moan cutting through the silence that tried to surround them. Regina twitched and fought off the desire to forget her earlier promise to herself by simply plunging back in; to take Emma, to give all three of them what they all clearly wanted.

With every stroke, the struggle multiplied. By the fourth, Emma's moans were constant and wreaking havoc on her body. She counted each thrust, pausing on each inward push to give them both time to savour the sensation. No matter how many times she sank into the hilt, Emma remained tight and the feeling continued to short-circuit her brain, which she then required a few seconds to restart.

Despite her struggle and Emma's eagerness, it was the Queen who lost patience first. The sound that fell from Emma's mouth was a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain. The look the Queen wore said she no longer cared, her actions even more telling as she fisted Emma's hair and forced her head down, teeth sinking in to the pale neck.

Though muffled, Emma's moan was far louder than any of the others. Intrigued, Regina matched the Queen's thrusts and nearly came when Emma let loose a litany of curses. She hadn't seen the appeal before, but in that tone and the obvious lust that rang in each swear, it was no wonder Emma sounded as if she'd been in the midst of an orgasm when she swore earlier.

Dear god. Emma's voice alone was enough for Regina to throw off all thoughts of restraint. Meeting the gaze of her younger self, the corner of her mouth quirked and they sped up their thrusts at the same time. She gripped Emma's hips and let her head fall back, oblivious to the pain as she closed her eyes and embraced the heat that licked like fire in her veins. If Emma wanted to be fucked, then fucked Emma would be.

Nails digging in to flesh, she gave up any and all control and lost herself to the sounds of their combined pleasure. The sound of slapping skin and wet sucking— hers, Emma's, the Queen's moans, whimpers, grunts; she drew them all in and used them as fuel to drive her hips, pounding into Emma hard and fast, no longer bound by a pointless belief that she'd needed to be gentle to begin with.

Emma rewarded them both with every gasp, every breathless fuck that registered as a plea. Harder, faster, Emma encouraged them both and before long, Regina could feel her orgasm building.

Regina pulled her head forward and forced her eyes open. She looked down and felt the knot in her stomach tighten, threatening to snap as she stared, mesmerized by the sight of her cock pummeling Emma's ass. She raked her nails over cheeks, and sensed Emma arch without bothering to look up. She palmed each one and squeezed, spreading them wide to the point that Emma hissed.

It was the most delicious thing she had ever laid eyes on. She groaned and fell to her hands, breasts rubbing and nipples stiffening against Emma's sweat-slick back.

"I'm going to come soon," she whispered, hips stuttering at Emma's moan before she regained control and resumed her thrusts. "I'm going to keep fucking you and filling that dirty little hole until you beg me to stop."

"But if you do," the Queen added, running her tongue along Emma's ear. "I'm going to flip you both over, and while she is trapped beneath you, her cock pinned deep inside your ass…" Emma stiffened and the Queen smiled before she continued, "I'm going to keep fucking your cunt long after you beg and pass out."

At that, Regina followed suit. It had been a while, but even she wasn't immune to the mouth she used to have on her and her hips jerked not once, but twice, before she came with a long, drawn out groan.