"You're not done yet."
"Give me a minute," Emma mumbled against the Queen's shoulder. Between her last orgasm and Regina pulling out, she needed a little time to recover.
"Very well," the Queen sighed, "but if you don't finish me off soon, I'm afraid I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
Emma shivered at the thought. If she meant what Emma thought she meant, then she certainly wasn't against the idea. "Go ahead."
"Oh," the Queen purred before she flipped them. Emma winced as she landed half on top of Regina, but when she tried to shift, a hand grabbed her thigh and forced her still. "Accommodating, or pillow princess, I wonder."
Offended, Emma growled but Regina was the one to speak. "I think she's more than proven the latter false," she said, stroking the thigh she held captive.
Distracted by the caress, Emma nodded slowly and murmured, "What she said."
Regina's hands were so soft and with the Queen still buried inside of her, it was only a matter of time before her arousal spiked yet again. Not that she minded— of course not. She did owe the Queen another orgasm.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
She couldn't remember.
Was that the kind of thing someone could really owe someone?
Hmm.
"I suppose," the Queen drawled before snapping her fingers in front of Emma's face. She blinked back to the present. "Where could your mind possibly wander off to at a time like this?"
Emma flushed as she cleared her throat. "Sorry," she offered. When people spoke of mind-blowing sex, she'd never taken the idea literally, but as far as higher brain functions went, hers seemed to have taken a vacation. "I think you both broke me."
Regina chuckled. "That would be rather unfortunate," she purred, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.
Emma agreed. They had been at it for hours but if the stirring in the pit of her stomach was any indication, she was far from done. She threw her leg over the Queen's back and wrapped it around her waist, deciding she had delayed them long enough. If she was sore by the time they left, then there were worse ways to go about it, she thought.
The Queen tapped her thigh, brow cocked in question. "I take this to mean you are ready now?"
She nodded and the Queen slowly pulled out all the way to the tip, grinning down at her as she slammed her hips forward. Emma groaned, clenching tight.
Not only did the Queen feel better, she felt bigger too.
"Fuck," she breathed, hooking her other leg between Regina's when she felt the nails skirting her inner thigh. "How the fuck do you feel even better?"
Forget the vacation, her higher brain functions no longer existed.
"It adjusts."
Emma laughed at that. The Queen spoke as if her cock were sentient, as though it were a dog capable of learning new tricks.
When she realized neither shared in her amusement, her brow furrowed and she tried to speak but another thrust from the Queen saw to it the words remained lodged in her throat. Regina chuckled, apparently finding that amusing, at least.
Emma turned her head to pout, only to be stifled once again when a mouth covered hers and Regina bit at her lower lip. "It's magic," she explained between biting and sucking. "The longer we fuck you, the better we fit."
Whether it was the words or the voice itself, Emma didn't know, but she felt the rush of heat between her thighs as clearly as she felt the sharp pierce of teeth at her lip, and the blood that trickled into her mouth. She raised one of the hands from her side and grabbed the back of Regina's neck, sharing in the coppery taste and moaning as she sucked on the tongue that forced its way between her lips.
Regina was going to have a lot of questions to answer when they eventually went back to Storybrooke. Emma made a mental note to add 'magic cocks' to the endless list of things she was curious about. It was right below; how long has Regina wanted to sleep with me, and just above; does Regina still own any of the Evil Queen's outfits?
Shoving her questions to the side for the time being, she concentrated on Regina's mouth and the wonderful things Regina was doing to her with her tongue. She was only dimly aware of the Queen's continued thrusts as three different hands mapped her flesh. One stroked from thigh to hip, another cupping her breast, while another still sat atop her stomach as if to hold her down.
Why, she didn't presume to know. She had absolutely zero intention of going anywhere, but if the Queen wanted to pretend she might try and escape, Emma was content to let her indulge in her delusions.
When a particularly hard thrust jolted the bed and forced her from Regina's lips, she glared down at the woman between her legs. The Queen simply smirked as she quickened her pace, and Emma bit her lip. Whatever the Queen intended hadn't deterred Regina as her mouth trailed Emma's jaw. She licked and sucked at whatever skin she could find and that, coupled with the Queen's hips hitting the back of her thighs had Emma moaning as she closed her eyes.
The Queen sped up her thrusts and pounded into her, hitting all the right places. Regina's hand disappeared from her thigh and reappeared at her chin where it curled, tugging her head to the side before she felt the return of lips. Emma happily reciprocated the kiss and welcomed the tongue that pushed into her mouth, grazing it with teeth before she sucked on it, hard, and savoured the heated groan Regina rewarded her with.
Her eyes flashed open when Regina was suddenly gone again and she heard a gasp, the pressure on her stomach conspicuously absent. Her lips parted at the sight that greeted her. Regina was on her knees, the position familiar to Emma as she took in the scene. The Queen's hand was buried in Regina's hair and pulling her head back, chest out and back arched in the same way Emma's had been no less than a hour before.
Dragging her gaze down Regina's stomach, Emma's mouth watered. Regina still had her cock and it stood at attention. She flicked her eyes up, and groaned when she realized Regina and the Queen were kissing.
"Fucking hell," she breathed as a sudden desire to see them fuck flooded her thoughts.
"Problem, Miss Swan?"
She shook the thought from her head, or at least, she tried to. She never thought anything would top a threesome with Regina and the Evil Queen but, yeah. Nope. Regina and the Queen fucking each other? That definitely ranked above a threesome.
"Think we pushed it a bit too far?" She heard Regina murmur, followed closely by the Queen's chuckle.
"Do you see that expression? I think perhaps we haven't pushed far enough," she replied.
Emma cleared her throat and glared at them both.
"I think we're in trouble," Regina whispered, unyielding as she grinned down at her pout. "Something wrong, dear?"
"Yeah," she drawled, turning her glare on just the Queen as she said, "Someone stopped."
With a hand to her mouth in feigned shock, the Queen uttered an unapologetic, "Oops," and drove her hips forward.
Emma choked on a moan then swore. "Such a filthy mouth," the Queen tutted and looked to Regina. "Perhaps something to fill it?"
Slowly, Regina's grin widened before Emma shook her head, eyes wide as she pursed her lips. Everyone had their limits, and a blow job was definitely beyond hers.
"No?" Regina pouted. Emma shook her head again, and she sighed. "Pity," she said and waved her hand, ridding herself of the appendage. "Now?"
Emma nodded, eagerly, and brought the grin back to Regina's mouth as she crawled up the bed and straddled her head.
"Turn around?"
Regina frowned. "Wh— oh," she said in realization. "Why? You won't be able to see us."
Emma chewed her lower lip. "Knowing is just as much of a turn on," she admitted after a brief moment of consideration.
"Estás siendo difícil, dulce alma."
"Very well," Regina conceded, doing as Emma asked.
Emma wondered what the Queen had said, but just as she had earlier, she pushed her questions aside as Regina leaned forward and resumed their kiss.
Breathing in the heady aroma of Regina's need, Emma brought her arms up and caressed her sides before grabbing on to her hips. Regina moaned as she then raised her head and dragged a tongue through her folds, Emma's own moan not far behind when the Queen lengthened her strokes and someone pressed a thumb to her clit.
Getting lost in the multitude of sensations, Emma ignored the strain on her neck and started to use her whole mouth. She licked and sucked at wet, swollen flesh, humming as more and more of Regina's slick heat coated her lips and tongue.
It wasn't long before she had Regina grinding back against her face, little whimpers and breathless encouragements urging her on. Emma's stomach was in knots, contracting as the Queen continued to fuck her while fingers pinched and rubbed at her clit.
No longer caring for whether or not they were kissing, Emma opened her eyes as she tightened her grip on hips and fell back to the bed, bringing Regina with her. She groaned as Regina settled against her face, rotating her hips and spreading her juices all over mouth and chin. Emma tried to bury her face even deeper into her pussy, wanting Regina to use her however she wished as she stiffened her tongue and thrust inside of her.
Regina's cry of pleasure set off a chain reaction.
The Queen jerked, hips slamming into Emma. She stilled for a singular moment before she threw her head back and spilled hotly inside of Emma. Regina contracted around her tongue before her own release began to fill Emma's mouth and Emma moaned, clinging tight to the Queen's cock as the heat in her stomach exploded and she arched from the bed, greedily devouring Regina's cunt as her orgasm ripped through her.
Waking to a chill at her back, the Queen tried to burrow closer to the warmth at her front. When she felt the hair tickle her face, she forced her eyes open and immediately sat up in bed. At some point after her last orgasm, all three of them had apparently passed out and she had been spooning Emma while the woman herself was fully wrapped around her counterpart.
Looking down at them fast asleep, she felt the smile tug at her mouth and sighed. It really was no wonder to her why her from the future was fond of the blonde. She hadn't spent any time at all with either of them beyond the countless hours they spent having sex, but even so, it was readily apparent in the way Regina smiled in sleep as Emma held her, that Emma made her feel safe, perhaps— dare she think— even loved.
The thought angered her to a point, but if she put that anger aside for even a second, she couldn't deny the way her heart skipped a beat. To know, to see that somewhere down the road there was someone like Emma who loved her…
It baffled her, certainly.
Angered her, most definitely.
Had she the time to think, to rebuild her walls and re-don her persona as the Evil Queen, she might even have them both killed for daring to appear in her realm and flaunt their happiness in front her.
But…
But she wouldn't— couldn't. The knowledge that eventually, sometime in the future, she would have this? That she would have someone who had forgiven all her dark deeds, or at least accepted them and loved her regardless was a dream come true, a dream she would never have dared hope would be a reality were she not seeing it with her own eyes.
"Go back to sleep," Regina mumbled from Emma's embrace, face buried in her chest.
She scoffed. "Don't you have a potion to prepare and a way back to this… Storybrooke to find?"
Lifting her head, regretfully if her scowl was anything to judge by, Regina glared at her. "It is early morning, barely and I am well aware of the thoughts you are entertaining. Go back to sleep," she ordered with a growl.
"I truly have become bossy in my old age." She smirked. "The only thoughts I am currently entertaining are of fucking awake the woman whose arms you're currently occupying."
Regina blinked. "Oh." She looked down at Emma and brought a hand to her cheek, stroking her face as she smiled. The Queen ignored the tightening in her chest and rolled her eyes. "We really should let her sleep."
"Don't tell me I've become boring as well," she drawled. Regina glared at her again, and she sighed. "Fine. She can sleep while you entertain me."
"Excuse me? What we did before was for her and—"
"What we are going to do now will be for me," the Queen interrupted, brow cocked. She needed relief and if Emma wanted to sleep, then her other half would have to suffice. "Unless you weren't serious about letting her sleep," she said and ran her hand along Emma's side.
Regina huffed and smacked her hand aside before she sat up, running fingers though her hair before she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The Queen watched her as she walked around the bed, and frowned when a hand grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"
"Ensuring we don't wake her," Regina replied and pulled her to her feet.
She grinned and let herself be led over to the mantel where Regina flicked her wrist, another fire lighting up the hearth before she turned, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
A chuckle, deep and positively amused clawed its way up from the Queen's throat. She tugged, swiftly disabusing the older woman of the notion she would be the one in control, recapturing her wrist at the same time she captured Regina around the waist and crushed their breasts together. "You have forced me to show restraint once for the sake of your pretty little blonde," she purred. "I will not allow it a second time."
Pupils dilating, Regina bared her teeth., "Do your worst," she growled and the Queen spun, throwing her down on the settee.
Regina hissed, her shoulder connecting painfully with the arm before the Queen suddenly had hold of her thighs. She pulled her down, rearranging her so that Regina was able to lie flat before she forced open her legs and settled between them. "You've grown too soft for my worst," she purred and bit down on her collarbone.
Whimpering, Regina grabbed the back of her head, fingers tangling within her hair, and pulled. The Queen chuckled, having made her point as she let up, trailing lips and tongue along a path to the dip in Regina's neck. She nibbled and sucked at the skin there, her teeth leaving their mark before she moved on. Regina loosened her hold and moaned as a tongue traced the length of her jaw before lips clamped down on the lobe of her ear.
With another chuckle, the Queen bit down again. This time, she ignored the pitiful plea for mercy that arose in the form of a guttural whine and dragged a hand down her body, nails raking along her flesh. Regina squirmed in an attempt to escape the piercing sting but she was pinned, helpless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted unless she gave in and used the magic they could both feel rising to the surface.
At the thought of her older self using it against her, the Queen let go and raised her head. She immediately grinned, a sadistic little thing, when she realized Regina had her eyes closed and was biting her lip. She bowed her head and grazed her chin with teeth, waiting until the eyes opened before she drew Regina's attention down to where her hand now resided.
Tapping her lower lips with the grin still firmly planted on her face, the Queen then pushed into her folds and relished the heat as she thrust two fingers inside of her. Regina arched, moaning and clenching the fist in her hair, urging her back down to where lips devoid of their usual dark colour parted and sucked the Queen's tongue into her mouth.
They kissed, tasted, savoured and devoured one another as the Queen fucked her. Their tongues dueled, sliding together, entwining in a dance that only grew more violent the longer it went on. Air between them became sparse, their chests heaving in tandem as their teeth came into play; nipping, grazing, biting.
Regina was the first to draw blood as she caught her lower lip and worried at it until the taste of copper filled their mouths. The Queen smirked, twisting her fingers on the next inward thrust and relishing the cry that surrounded them. She lifted her head and licked her lip, the sting creating a delicious hum that vibrated between them when she brought their mouths back together and returned the favour.
Splitting open Regina's upper lip, she pulled it into her mouth and suckled at the wound. Regina dragged the hand in her hair down and clung to the back of her neck, as though she thought the Queen might leave. It was a thought that entered the Queen's head, and one she dismissed as absurd. Doing this with herself had been another fantasy of hers— though one she hadn't considered very appealing when she had bothered to entertain the idea at all, bored and uninterested in the many men and women who would've much rather she wasted her fantasies on them.
She was hesitant to admit to herself that she had been wrong on that account. Sleeping with Emma again would have certainly been preferable, but as far as lovers went, there was no contest over the woman who knew her best.
She made a noise of disbelief and broke the kiss after a moment, kissing her way down to Regina's chest where she bathed both nipples with the broad, flat strokes of her tongue. Regina writhed, fingers flexing, so clearly— deliciously torn on whether to keep her close or force her far, far away.
The Queen grinned. It was a rare occasion she didn't choose the latter given how sensitive her breasts were. In fact, any lover she took to bed was warned against touching her there if they wanted to escape the encounter unscathed, as impossible as that were considering she was never, ever gentle. In the even more rare instances when she wanted someone to, she'd still send them to the dungeon afterward to prevent them taking liberties in the future.
That she wasn't pushed away made her feel especially smug and she indulged, basking in the soft whimpers whenever she sucked a little too hard, and the sharp, moaning gasps if she dared to add teeth.
And oh, how she dared. A lot.
As the sounds her future self made grew louder, she started to descend, licking and sucking a trail from chest to hips. She sank her teeth into a thigh, holding her head still and increasing the pressure until she felt the tug that demanded she let go, and when she did, raising her head to watch herself unravel, her grin widened in satisfaction.
Regina melted into plush velvet with a groan. She felt like she'd just been used as someone's chew toy, and she chuckled when a moment later, she realized she had. In the thirty-two years since she'd cast the curse, she had had very few lovers, and none she was so attached to that she had wanted to open herself up and reveal to them who she truly was in the bedroom. She had forgotten just how much she liked to use her teeth and there wasn't a single inch of her that didn't feel as though it had gained an intimate knowledge of the fact.
"Sore?"
"Mhmm." She stretched lazily. Whatever tension she'd felt earlier when they first began was gone as if it were never there. She felt good, content. There was no guilt, no shame, no— nothing. It was absolutely heaven, for once, to feel nothing beyond satisfied after sex.
"Too sore?" the Queen queried further, that ever present grin lighting up her face. Regina shook her head with a grin of her own. "Good. Turn over."
Brow raised curiously, she didn't argue. Pulling her legs up so she wouldn't kick herself, Regina flipped over on to her stomach, then rose on hands and knees. She couldn't quite remember a time in which her appetite for sex had been quite so inexhaustible, but she wasn't about to complain when there was still time. The more she did it with herself, the less likely she was to give in to Emma when they went home and finally talked about everything that happened.
The part of her that knew better scoffed at the thought. Emma had been irresistible before Regina knew she wanted her but, of course, Regina dismissed that little fact. If Emma ever knew about all the times she'd fantasized about her, she'd never again find a moment of peace. All those smug looks, hours upon hours of subtle boasting that Emma was so good at whenever she was right about something; it would be literal Hell on Earth.
A sharp slap brought her back to the present, and Regina yelped. She glared over her shoulder where the Queen merely continued to grin as she asked, "Do you want to do this, or shall I?"
Seeing the confusion that contorted her face, she gestured to her hips and Regina rolled her eyes. "Feel free," she said and turned back around before she scented the telling aroma of the Queen using magic.
The darkness in it called to her and she shuddered, her stomach flipping at the reminder of what she once had. She didn't miss it, but the temptation of it was still there, crawling over her skin and whispering to her promises she no longer believed. She said nothing of it when the Queen chuckled, likely thinking her reaction was anticipation of what was about to happen, and let her.
It wasn't a complete lie, after all. She was looking forward to being fucked by someone who knew what they were doing and wouldn't fall asleep three minutes after they came, such as a certain someone she refused to name for fear of ruining the moment for herself.
"Hurry up," she snapped, feigning impatience while knowing how much she, as Queen, hated to be rushed.
The order was rewarded with another slap to the opposite cheek, and she shuddered again as the Queen grabbed her hips. "You're in no position to be giving orders," she purred, leaning over her as the cock smoothly slid between her thighs. "Literally, or figuratively."
Regina stifled her moan by biting her lip. She may not be Queen, but she was the closest thing to it in Storybrooke. Tell her she was in no position to—
The moan slipped free and she dropped her head before she heard the amused snort, and snapped it to the side. Her eyes widened at the sight of Emma seated across from them, and she gasped.
"Hi."
She frowned, shooting a look over her shoulder at the Queen, who met her gaze and smirked before they both turned back to Emma. "How long have you been there?"
Emma shrugged. "A while," she replied, smiling. "I didn't want to be rude and interrupt."
Regina snorted, tempted to ask at what point Emma ever considered being rude as a reason not to do something, but a continued movement near Emma's lap finally brought her attention down. Heat blossomed in her cheeks and in her stomach when she registered the movement as Emma's hand stroking no more than a few inches from where Regina suddenly wanted her mouth.
Even from her position, she could see that Emma was wet and that she truly must have been watching them for a while to be quite so swollen. She licked her lips and sucked the lower one into her mouth, considering. "Do you want to join us?"
She was surprised and, truth be told, somewhat disappointed when Emma immediately shook her head. "I'm still a little sore," Emma admitted, "But I would really like it if I could watch."
Her disappointment vanished at the words and Regina met the Queen's gaze over her shoulder once more, eyes questioning. "If you want to break her little heart and deny her, I won't stop you, but I'm certainly not giving you reason to do so," her younger self answered.
Regina rolled her eyes. She wasn't the one with the tendency to become a paranoid lunatic when she thought someone was staring at her for too long. Then again, considering the lack of surprise when she noted Emma's presence, the Queen had obviously noticed her before she had, and she breathed a sigh, partly in relief, but mostly in pleasure as the Queen shifted her hips.
"May we continue," the Queen drawled, "Or would you like to discuss the dear's vaguely disturbing fixation on voyeuri… stic—" Thighs clenching around her cock, Regina grinned as she choked on the words, moaning.
"Did I not tell you to hurry up?" she questioned innocently. "Perhaps next time, you might listen."
The Queen growled as she dug nails into her hips and pulled back. Regina's breath caught in her lungs and trapped the scream that begged release when she suddenly found herself impaled, the Queen's cock stretching her wide as it slammed into her with unapologetic force. She groaned at being given no time to adjust before her younger self began to fuck her, drawing out to the tip and repeating the motion, driving into her over and over with hard, deep thrusts.
Regina clung to the arm of the seat, her other hand flailing until she found the back and clung to that too. Her knuckles turned white at her grip, and no sooner had she grounded herself when she felt the heat at her back and the sharp, searing pain shoot through her shoulder.
She hissed and tried to twist away from the teeth, but the Queen held on as an arm curled around her waist. Through it all, Regina heard the low sound of a pleasured moan and it was a slow, agonizing minute before she was able to force her head to turn. Heat fell like lead in the pit of her stomach the moment she found the source. Emma was slowly but surely working her way towards release, her fingers slick with her need as she got off on the Queen's rough handling.
Regina's arms buckled and she hit the cushion beneath her, barely registering the sudden loss of teeth as her eyes glued themselves to the glistening, pink flesh they then refused to leave. Her mouth watered at the prospect of tasting Emma's pleasure, and the disappointment she felt earlier reared its ugly head when she remembered Emma had denied her.
"I am going to fill you..." She moaned at the Queen's purr beside her ear, and clenched around the shaft buried deep inside of her. "Then I will leave you here, dripping from your sweet little cunt as I walk over there. I am going to force you to watch as I bend your gorgeous little blonde over that chair, where I intend to fuck that tight ass of hers until she can longer stand."
Regina whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the words, conjuring the images to mind as the Queen spoke. Just as she had earlier when she made such a claim, Regina knew her younger self would do it, and she would be helpless to do anything but watch.
Watch and want while her body tried to regain its strength, her mind screaming at her to stop, to help— to join the Queen and do every filthy, dirty little thing she had ever imagined doing to Emma Swan before they went home and lost this chance for good.
She gasped, suddenly coming and coming hard, eyes flying open in time to watch as Emma found her own release, three fingers knuckle deep. The Queen pounded through her orgasm, lengthening it and sending her headlong into a second as she jerked, then stilled, coming and filling her just as she promised she would.
