(A/N: Alright, picking up right where we left off! I know you guys are hear for the lemons, so we'll get right down to it and leave the rest of the talk for after.)

When the stars faded from behind Maleficent's eyes, she looked down at her servant. He was planting soft kisses on her thighs, patiently waiting for her. She had to go to him.

So the fairy, in all her regal splendor, knelt down in the grass before Diaval. Her face betrayed her, though. He could see that she was struggling with herself. There was a war going on behind those hazel eyes. It was so like her to regret losing control, even at a moment like this where losing control made everything so much better.

Or at least this is what Diaval had gathered while spying upon the castle. The place was wrought with lust and desire. It had been almost impossible to avoid stumbling upon couples tangled up in each other or guards recounting their brothel stories during his spying. Yes, he had learned a few things. He just hadn't put them to practice...until now.

His queen stared at him almost expectantly, as if she was waiting for him to speak. Still, she spoke first. "That was...wonderful."

The raven hadn't felt nervous, but he still breathed a sigh of relief. "I always was good at, erm, serving you." His lips quirked into a smile, and she responded with a kiss on the forehead that made him blush.

"It's true. Now let me-" She left the sentence hanging in the air, and pushed her palm against his chest, urging him to lay back in the grass. He did as he was bid, unfolding his legs from under himself but remaining propped up on his elbows. He didn't want to relinquish the view that he had of her just yet. Maleficent crawled up him until she sat just above his knees. "Lean back all the way, darling."

Darling...Diaval's head hit the soft pillow of hilltop grass as the word swirled around his head. This had to be a dream.

Her touch was sudden and bold. His mistress was many things, but she was no coward. Her pointer finger stroked slowly up the length of his shaft. The tendons along his hips and inner thighs tensed pleasurably, and she took him in her hand. How did she know all of this? Had she and Stefan...? No, she wouldn't have let the monster touch her like this. He had expected hesitancy at least, maybe a few questions. Instead, she had proceeded without consulting him. He should have known that he would never have the upper hand with her...Anyways, now was not the time to think of it. Her hand pumped slowly down and up again.

And then her mouth was upon him. As swift and unexpected as any trap he could ever lay. Her soft tongue swirled around the tip of his penis slowly before she pushed her mouth down the length of him. Diaval begged himself to be quiet, the residents of the moors might hear him on the lofty hilltop, but he could not. The groan that escaped him was guttural and low.

Gods but this body of his could feel so good sometimes. The catch, of course, was that he couldn't fly. Maleficent's tongue swept in a circle around his entire shaft and he gave a small cry of pleasure. Well, it seemed to be a fair trade off at the moment. Wings for...this...She began moving her mouth up and down on him, the rhythm of her tongue matching that of her hips from just minutes before.

"Wait, wait!" Diaval sat up on his elbows again and his mistress looked up from his now glistening cock. Oh, but he ached for her... "I don't want to come just yet."

The smile that spread across her face was positively devilish, and he thought for a moment that she was going to say something again. Instead, she stretched herself across his bare torso, her flesh against his own, and planted her lips onto his. Diaval let his hands clutch her hips, and dug his nails into her buttocks. She let out a small hiss that puffed warmly against his lips.

He couldn't help himself. He said her name again, "Mmm, Maleficent." Her response was to grab his hand and position it more firmly on her ass. His nails dug into her soft flesh once more and she whimpered ever so slightly. She always knew what she wanted.

Soft lips pressed against his neck and Diaval clutched at his queen's fair shoulders, and let out another groan, but this time he did not stifle himself. Let them all hear him. He was happier than he'd ever been. Better yet, let them hear her.

The raven's deft fingers moved from her hips to in between her legs, his arm pinned between their bodies. The circles that he made against her crest were slow and deliberate, but she did not slow the fast pace of her kisses on his neck and shoulders and chest. Every now and again she would shudder with ecstasy and he began whispering in her ear.

He whispered things that he had never imagined saying. Declarations of love and reassurances that he would always be there, and still his fingers worked at her.

Until, she removed his hand, that is. It might have offended him, but he was given no time to process before she had sat up and moved his cock to right outside of her opening, the tip of him barely pressed past her wet lips. Diaval held his breath unable to think. He felt as if he was on the edge of a cliff.

And then he was falling. Maleficent pushed his shaft towards her center and sank slowly down, gripping his shoulders tightly.

How could he describe this feeling? He felt wild and serene all at once. The last light of day winked in the sky overhead his queen, and then he was completely inside of her. Inside of her warmth and wetness.

Her voice was breathy and excited when she spoke, "Whenever you're ready."

Diaval could only manage a nod before she was rocking her hips against him, and then up, up, up. She barely covered him now, he fought to control the urge to thrust back into her. The look on his face gave away his desperation, though, and Maleficent teased him by circling her hips slightly. Not yet, her smirk seemed to say. It couldn't be that easy for him.

Finally he growled, "Maleficent...please..." He had never felt so tightly wound before. He needed her so badly.

And at his plea, his mistress became merciful. She sank back down onto him as tantalizingly slow as possible. He couldn't keep this up for much longer, her muscles hugged his shaft so perfectly and the way she looked right now...But he was going to hold on. He couldn't bear to not see her fall apart once more. He had always belonged to her, but just for this moment she was his as well.

She slid up and down him, how many times? A thousand? Or maybe only a few? Time was nothing right now. He lived for her cries that were becoming steadily higher. He could feel the ache for release in them, and he began encouraging her.

"Come for me," he moaned as she began to fuck him. Really fuck him. Sometimes the crudest words were the best descriptors of a situation. "C'mon, let go. Come..." He sat up as she continued to ride him, grinding herself against his body in ways he couldn't quite understand.

Diaval's arms wrapped around her lower back and he bent so that he could press his lips against the flesh just below her ribs. For an instant she slowed so that he could kiss her on the mouth, and her hips moved in small palpitations, desperate to not stop. Even before she pulled away from his mouth he repeated his request, "Come for me."

The fucking continued. This time harder and with less rhythm. Now she fell and rose against him roughly in her attempt at speed. In turn, Dival thrust his hips up as much as he could to meet her, muttering curses under his breath the whole time. He was so close to his release, so close that he could think of nothing else. His thought process had turned into one long shout for climax.

But Maleficent's scream both ruptured and granted his wish. Her legs shook violently and he could feel her squeezing his down on his cock. Pulsing against him as she came. He was gone. The raven pressed himself even closer to his queen and cried out her name one last time. There were stars behind his eyes and on her skin. He held her close feeling as if he were holding onto a bolt of lightning, but he would not let go. Not until both their breathing had returned to normal and their eyes had adjusted to the new darkness. Not until he absolutely had to.

His queen's neck was draped over his shoulder, and she nuzzled her face into his back. "That was-"

Diaval smiled and waited for the rest of her sentence. Fantastic, magnificent. Let's go again.

"We can never do this again."

The smile fell from his face immediately, and he pushed her back so that he could see her face. "Why?"

Maleficent shrugged and pushed herself off of him and to a standing position. She would not look at him. Again, with the avoiding eye contact game. She stared at her fingertips, instead, until they glowed green. The queen then touched them to her lower abdomen and began making minute circles on her skin.

Diaval watched for a second unsure of what she was doing. "You owe me an answer."

Hazel eyes met black. "I know. Is that your third request?"

"No," he drew out the word arrogantly, but fumbled with his left hand looking for his tunic. Suddenly, he felt...embarrassed. Ashamed of his nakedness, even through the muddled haze of his hormone-drenched mind. The feeling was new to him. "You were my third request, and you agreed to-"

Maleficent's brow furrowed and she tutted to herself. "I-" There was no way for her to not talk about this, though he could see that she was searching for a way. "I think I spoke to soon in that case. But I will grant another, it's only fair."

What had happened? This wasn't what he wanted to hear, and the way she looked...Maleficent was never unsure about anything. But now she seemed hesitant. It was as if she was forcing the words out of her mouth. No. Diaval would not believe it that this was something that she actually wanted to do. Rather, it seemed to be something that she thought was necessary.

She turned her back to him in order to gather her dress. He could see the two stumps clearly even in the starlight, and it became clear to the raven. His mistress did not trust him. Would she ever?

(A/N pt. 2: I wasn't planning on this fic being this long. In fact, it's already twice as long as I'd intended. Whoops. And I'm still not done...Double whoops. I'm just having so much fun writing their characters. PLUS, you guys have all been so super supportive of this. This is my first ever actual sex scene, so I'd love feedback! And thank you to everyone for reviewing, following, and adding me to your favorites! It's been a stressful few weeks, but you guys have really helped me feel better! MWAH!)