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Chapter Five:

Regina could sense his hesitation. She had told him to go. Offered him his chance at freedom and to be reunited with his son.

His services were neither wanted nor needed.

The best thing for the both of them was for him to leave and to never return.

Robin's chest pounded, catching his breath as the return of his heart only exacerbated his curiosity. This woman was going to be his downfall, he knew. But why the sudden change of mood?

She was all over him, and the next? Demanding him to leave.

Her bare back was turned towards him, once again looking out at the Kingdom she loathed who shared that loathing.

A tongue ran over his dry lips, brow arching higher than the other.

Why was he stood there, unmoving? He didn't want to go. But he would be a fool to avoid seeing his son again. Then there was that lack of fear he felt towards this twisted woman.

"Before I leave, promise me one thing."

The archer sternly demanded whilst he moved around to dress himself in the 'peasant rags' the Queen inwardly called them.

"Why should I promise you /anything/? Isn't your freedom enough?"

The brunette spat, slowly turning around to witness him in full clothing.

Oh what a shame. No.

You are a Queen.

Why fornicate with a lower being?

"Promise me my son and I's safety. That you will stop your knights hunting me and my men. You won't lay a hand on Roland's head."

It was more of an order than a merciful question. The Queen's own eyebrow quirked in amusement. The thief had guts.

And he needed to leave before she lost control of herself.

"Yes, yes. Fine. Now go. Get out."

Regina slowly drawled in a disgusted snap. Love was staring her in the face, yet she couldn't, didn't know how to approach it. She didn't want it. Hatred and anger was enough for her to live on.

"Thank you."

Robin curtly replied, turning on his heel and waltzing towards the bedchamber doors.

Hand on the handle, and he stopped.

Curiosity was getting the better of him. And he already had her 'word' that she wouldn't harm them. What was a little jesting going to do?

"Why are you letting me go?"

All thoughts of taking back Marian's wedding ring were long forgotten. He had a greater mission now.

To undo the Evil Queen.

Regina was string ahead blankly, closing her eyes slowly as she let out a long, frustrated breath. Why couldn't he just take his freedom with both hands and leave her sight?

Ignoring his question, the wind gently blew her long dark locks over her back, and Robin admired that, as well as her other womanly features. She was still bare to him, naked from the waist down. All he could see was her back and rear clad in that dark silk lace. He could feel his member twitching in his pants, his lower region still needing her in a way that he hadn't been satisfied by a woman in a very long time.

It was a seduction of the Evil Queen.

She felt exhausted by this short encounter. She had to admire his persistence though. Slowly, the thief turned around and walked back towards her until he was stood directly behind. Skilful fingers moved her hair to the side, pushing it all over her opposite shoulder, an act that had the Queen's breath hitching at the smallest of touches.

"I think you are fooling yourself, your majesty. I don't think you want me to go."

Robin lowly muttered before placing a chaste kiss on that soft shoulder, brushing his stubble across her smooth skin to her neck.

"For you are still naked."

He blandly pointed out. Full of chivalry he was, he hadn't looked over her shoulder, not yet. He respected women and feminism.

Damnit. Why did he sound so sure of himself? That annoying British accent was increasingly becoming a turn on, sparking electricity from her shoulder towards her core, finding herself needing him even more than she already did.

In Regina's mind, he was probably a professional at this. At bedding numerous women in those taverns he hung around in.

And yet she yearned to feel something.

/Anything/.

One liaison that was all she needed.

Then she could throw him over her balcony and be done with it. She would never have to see him again. She could kill or banish him.

"And whose fault is that, peasant?"

The Queen scolded, that stern tone of hers only making him grab her hips and twist her abruptly so she was facing him. Bodies touching. Souls reconnecting.

Robin was sure she had some sort of spell over him. He craved her like he craved water. He saw the lack of evil in her eyes then. That was enough for him to lean down and crush his mouth against hers, igniting a kiss the Queen didn't want.

Palms pressed onto his shoulders, aiming to push him away but as he kissed her, so passionately and hungrily, Regina couldn't. So her fingers grabbed his face, digging into his skin as she fiercely captured his lips in hers, letting go and recapturing. Head tilted to the side, both parts deepening, tasting each other. She drowned in his taste of forest, of wood and stale ale. He drowned in her taste of bitter wine and cleanliness. Both despising the other but coming together in an act of carnal desire.

Enough with dawdling.

A finger on his cheek pointed upwards and in a cloud of purple smoked magic, he was rendered naked once again in front of her. His clothes scattered on the stone floor beneath them, hands cupping her laced cover rear and squeezing, lifting until her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was carrying her to her royal bed, lowering her and hovering above her frame.

Lips connecting in dire hunger.

Her pearly whites sunk into his lower lip as his hands rushed to her hips and pushed down the lace, a grunt of pleasure as he hissed at how sharp her teeth were on his lip.

God, she was a wanton that he couldn't wait to try.

This wasn't him.

Love and chivalry was his description. Yet he was acting like an animal.

He raced to move away from her lips and slide down her body, coating her breasts and stomach in licks and sucks, eager to taste her.

/All/ of her.

He was at her lowest. Right where she needed him to be. Oceanic hues admiring the glistening radiance of wetness that shone all over her core.

He had the Evil Queen inexplicitly aroused.

Regina, on the other hand, had other plans. Breathless as she was, she didn't know why, but she needed to feel him inside her. Two bodies as one. Oh but she did know why. Who was she kidding?

He was her soulmate.

It was too late. His head lowered, hands firmly pushing her thighs apart to dip his tongue up her folds, tasting her in one hard lick.

Just as he presumed.

The Queen tasted like cinnamon and rose oil all blended into one. Musty, sweet and sex.

He groaned as he attacked her bundle of nerves, flatting his tongue out as his mouth over took her, sucking up her juices of arousal until he had sucked her dry.

"Ah!"

The Queen moaned loudly, back arching, hips lifting to grind herself across his tongue, up and down to maximise such pleasure.

Robin simply couldn't get enough. His teeth grazed her swollen clit, a finger circling her entrance, punishing this Queen for almost taking away his freedom. His son.

"Enough, you bastard!"

Regina yelled sharply, withering underneath him. Legs hooked around his waist, hands roughly pushing him off her. He sat up, more perplexed than ever, running his tongue over his hairy lower lip. He could still taste her on his lips.

That sweet flavour he knew was his most favourite in all the land.

The Queen was straddling his lap, lowering herself with ease onto his long, hard length. He filled her completely. She sunk down, moaning softly as she allowed him deeply inside her warm walls. Robin was groaning, the atmosphere, the reasoning behind all of this adding more intensity to the pleasure the two were sharing.

God, he never wanted to leave her.

Regina was grinding up and down, swirling and rubbing her walls over his hard, leaking cock.

"You are a marvel…"

The outlaw breathed out in pleasure as he watched her, hands gripping her hips as he helped her move up and down his shaft, eyes staring at her with an intensity he couldn't quite work out. His tongue darted out to lick each nipple, taking one into his mouth and tugging it with his teeth before sucking wildly.

"Yes, mhm yes…"

Regina tilted her head back, long locks cascading and tumbling down her back, creating a beautiful image as they devoured each other like lions.

It was a fight.

Robin was pushing her back down onto the bed, hips wildly thrusting in and out of her until the sounds of their skin slapping together, their moans and growls of approval echoed through her bedchamber, through the castle and out of the open balcony for the whole kingdom to witness.

Throughout the liaison his eyes were transfixed on her, while she tried her hardest not to look in his direction in fear of connecting with her soulmate. To her, this was just unadulterated sex. It was temporary pleasure and relief.

To the famous thief, it was something he didn't want to explain. He was lost in her truly, lost in her sounds, her voice, her body, the way he felt being inside her. It took sweat, fingers gripping her backside and hips to hold him back from climaxing. He was like a volcano, ready to erupt, and when he did, Regina had pinned him down on his back, riding him at a gallop neither of them had experienced before. Black manicured nails scraped down his chest, digging and clawing hard enough to draw blood.

This was pain and pleasure.

The Queen didn't play nice.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing softly in hard circles until she too was clenching around him. Her walls massaging his throbbing member as he shot his desire into her, all of it ending much sooner than either one of them would have liked.

The Queen was still moaning in the aftermath of her high. Slowing down her hip rotations as her eyes remained shut. Cheeks a deep shade of scarlet, the heat of such rough and carnal sex taking its toll on both of their bodies.

She could feel his eyes on her, his hands on her body, still touching her, touching her as though she was a prized possession.

She /was/ the Queen, yet this felt willing.

Real.

True.

A lift of her hand, the purple magical smoke returned as in an instant, the archer was fully dressed, herself wrapped in a crimson night gown. She climbed off him carelessly, flicking her long locks over her shoulders.

Golden goblet was lifted again, a sip hitting the back of her throat before she finally broke the silence and spoke.

"I think I'll stick to my other pets. That was no way to please a Queen…"

She was openly insulting his sex skills. His stigma and libido. The worst knock to a man's ego, and he wasn't knocked. He had heard how much she had enjoyed it.

It pained her /more/ than it pained him.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Get. Out. And if you step another foot inside /my/ castle ever again, I will incinerate you."

It was a cold snarl. Regina wasn't even looking at him.

She didn't want to look at him and witness losing something that could be magical again. This was better.

For him and for her.

"This isn't the end, Regina. We will see each other again. You mark my words."

And with that, Robin was out of her bedchamber, out of her castle, out of her grounds and out of her life.

Authors note: This isn't the end.