For Dragon Queen Week - Day 4: Caught

She doesn't mean to stare (but then, she hadn't meant to follow her either, yet here she is).

She doesn't mean to linger (and yet she can't seem to tear herself away from the tree she's hiding behind).

She doesn't mean to spy on her (but how can she not, when the view is so tempting?).

That is what the young queen is for Maleficent, temptation. Temptation and a walking contradiction, sweet and graceful in her demeanor but ruthless and dangerous in her motives, the emotions swirling inside her a storm of revenge and pain that she doesn't seem to know how to soothe.

Not today, though.

Today, she's calm, fingers lingering over leaves and flowers as she makes her way around the lake, walking slowly on bare feet, breathing in the night air, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight that shines above, reflecting off the water and playing lovely tricks on her face, making it seem otherworldly, like she's a different creature altogether, a nymph in the woods, a goddess among measly earthly things.

She's young, young and angry and stunning, and Maleficent doesn't mean to stare but here she is, staring and staring from her hiding place behind that tree and she doesn't feel one bit sorry for it.

As Regina moves to a place overcrowded by low bushes, she loses sight of her, peeks over the trunk of the tree so that her eyes can find her again and accidentally snaps a twig with her foot as she moves. The young queen stops in her tracks, head raised straight and rigid, like a gazelle that's just heard a lion approach.

Tense seconds pass, and then she seems to regain her easy gait along the lake shore, her toes digging into the muddy banks until she's gone all the way around and reaches a point right near Maleficent's secluded spot, her eyes roaming her surroundings for a moment before long, delicate fingers hook into the front of her robe and pry it open slowly, the silk sliding off bare skin as it pools down at her feet, and the dragon feels her breath leave her as she watches. Her body is beautiful, made of glorious curves and soft skin that begs to be touched and nibbled, a thought Maleficent has been entertaining ever since that first day when Regina had shown up at her fortress, all sass and dark hopes, bringing back her fire and her thirst for revenge to mingle with her own.

She's gorgeous as she turns, the moonlight catching on her skin, glinting off the few jewels she's still wearing, a thick gold bracelet dangling at her wrist, a gold ring hooked on a thin gold chain around her neck. Her hair is all shiny, gentle waves that fall gracefully over the enticing span of her back, tumbling when she looks over her shoulder and smirks (at what, Maleficent does not know).

She's silent, ethereal and tempting, so tempting as she heads into the water, the stillness of the lake rippling to life as she wades in carefully, until she's covered up to her waist and she turns, her full, round breasts on display, nipples tight and peaked thanks to the cool night air, and Maleficent's hungry gaze devours the sight, drinks in every feature, and her mouth waters at the image of beauty before her. Regina's young, inexperienced saved for a few quick romps with her disgusting husband, something Mal knows she's not fond of, so there is no right, no right for her to be this sensual, no explanation as to how she can be so seductive when seduction hasn't been a part of her life.

But oh, how she seduces the sleeping dragon inside Maleficent, how she makes her want to leave this stupid tree and just… pounce, lick and suck and taste and bite at every bit of her until she's screaming her name in ecstasy.

"Are you joining me, Maleficent, or are you just going to stand there and watch?" the little queen's raspy voice cuts through the night like ice, shattering Maleficent's bubble of hidden contemplation. Ah, so it was her she was smirking at earlier… she'd known. From the second she snapped that twig, her young queen had known she was there, and still she'd chosen to undress, to bear herself to her and let her admire her form. It makes the dragon smile wickedly as she finally gets out from behind that tree and saunters over to the lake, losing her clothes in the process.

"Why, I thought you'd never ask."