Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait! Unfortunately I won't be able to post frequently, but please be patient. There are at least two more chapters to go.
I forgot to apologise for my english. Sorry, I try to do my best. And I do have a beta, though I couldn't make him to read this, or the previous one, because I don't think he would be able to concentrate on the grammar or spelling. This fic is just too smutty. :) So maybe the mistakes will be corrected later. Hope they aren't distroying the story.
Thank you so much for the many follows and favs! It also felt so good to read the reviews, see some of you guessing what is going to happen. Thank you, each one is really an inspiration.
We continue where we left them. In bed... Angst in the end!
He was pumping two fingers in and out of her, in a steady pace, twisting them sometimes, his seed leaking out of her all through the process, making his movements easier.
She was a breathtaking sight, on her hands and knees, just the way she let him take her only minutes ago. And she let him take her hard and fast, because the poor man had waited long enough. And he even brought her the promised dinner into bed -what a gentleman. Though she couldn't care less about the food as he woke her with his shameless touches.
She glanced back at him every now and then, from the corners of her heavily shadowed eyes, using always too much makeup. Black was her colour, he learned it quite early, and he found it intimidating and sad in the same time. Her long hair was black too, which now covered her left shoulder, falling down along her left side, it's end just reaching the sheets.
She gave him a smirk as she squeezed his fingers, trapping them inside her. Even from her current position, she could make it seem like she was in charge. But Robin wasn't always playing along with her.
He looked at her with raised eyebrows and a playful smile as he roughly pushed in a third finger. He almost withdrew all three instantly, when she turned her head away from him to release a short, sharp cry, and slightly moved away from him, swaying on her knees. He saw her taking a deep breath, head bowed, as his free hand touched her gently between the shoulderblades, her skin warm and shining, body trembling a little. After she adjusted to the thickness, she resumed her previous movements against his fingers.
"Was it too much?" He asked, voice deep, and laced with worry.
"In case you haven't ...mmhh... already noticed, nothing is ...mmhh... too much for me." She said between low moans, and what she said and how she said it, made Robin shiver uncontrollably. She was right, she never ever complained about what he did to her, but still, he didn't know with witch action will he reach her limits once.
"Then I'll just keep trying." He managed to say, after releasing a long breath through his nose, his eyes glowing with arousal.
He carressed her back, sliding his left palm along her spine down to her ass, than all the way back to her neck. He went up further to burry his fingers in her hair, and when he found a good grip there, he began to pull her hair painfully, making her elbows straighten as her head and chest rose further from the bed. This way bringing her closer to him, in order to hear her moans and shaky breaths better, while he plunged into her from behind with his other hand.
She let him pull her hair. She would let him do to her anything he wanted. She just loved the pain he caused. She needed this pain to stop her other feelings, wanting to surface from her dark and lonely heart. She needed the physical suffering to veil her emotional one.
After a while he released her black locks -too soon for her liking, and leaned forward to place tender kisses behind her ear, then layed his head on the nape of her neck. He confused her with his reappearing tenderness. Not once had she told him, that she didn't need it. But maybe he was the one, who did. He was the one, who felt the need to take care of someone. Not especially her, but someone. A woman, she thought.
He stroked her neck on the front, above her collar bones, then let his -previously violating- hand wonder down between her breasts, also around them, weighting the mounds, but never touching the already erect nipples. Driving her crazy with this neglect.
All this time his right hand was keeping it's slow but firm pace -three fingers still burried inside her, though his wrist was starting to ache from the uncomfortable angle.
"I feel you are close." He whispered into her left ear, his chest hair now scratching the left side of her quivering body.
"Yess... , don't you dare to stop...!" She managed to hiss.
He smiled a wicked smile, which she couldn't see of course. No, he won't stop, however he had further plans with his Queen. Starting to act on them, his left hand left behind her chest -nipples still eager for further and firmer touches, and he dipped two fingers into her open mouth. He wasn't surprised, when she immediately started to suck them eagerly.
He pushed his knuckles to the side of her mouth, making her turn her head slightly, and she looked at him, eyes darker than ever. Mesmerised, he pulled the fingers out to hold her face close to his, wet digits flat on her flushed cheek.
"If I didn't know you were a queen, I would think you have quite a different profession to ply a trade, a rather primal one."
"You seem well experinced yourself, too, Thief." She breathed heavily with a grin.
Then he kissed her roughly, sliding his tongue inside, and while he moved it in and out of her mouth, he stilled his fingers in her core, making her whimper helplessly against his invading tongue. She was so close, her inner muscles started to quiver. She tried to move, but he hold her in place with his strong arms.
At the same time, he spread his thumb some more from the three unmoving digits, to put it's tip on her other opening, but only after he coated the thick digit with the juces that kept leaking out of her. He circled the puckery surface slowly and she moaned into his mouth. He pushed a little and she moaned again, surprised.
Only a few times did he penetrate her this way, and exclusively when she asked him to. And though it still hurt her, she didn't mind it at all, because she was already deathly close to coming. It was ironic how she got turned on from the same things that have been forced on her more than three decades ago.
Was it even healthy? No, most definitely it wasn't. She had known she was abnormal. She had known she wasn't sane. But what all she wanted was to be happy, for once in her life, before all got out of hands completely. Or even just to pretend to be happy, during that short time they spent together, otherwise continue with her miserable life. This was all what was left for her, and she wouldn't dare to hope for more. Nor would she let him know anything of her sickness, it was easier this way.
For the time being, Robin made her forget her despair. He made her heart rate rise, her mind numb, her body satisfied. He caused her pain, then caressed her aching parts, though honestly she didn't understand why she let him do to her either of those.
When he finally pushed his thumb through, and started to move the three fingers again, she couldn't hold her weight any more and tumbled to her right side. Due to her sudden fall their lips separated from eachother's, however Robin managed to keep his fingers in place, never stopping his movements.
He also managed not to crash her tiny body under his, and after landing beside her, he turned her chest a bit to reach her breasts with his mouth. He attacked them with all he had, licking, nibbing, tugging, lapping the eager nipples. All the while trusting forcefully into both of her hidden openings, filling her compleately, rubbing her so deliciously. He moaned against her mounds contentedly, as she arched her back in response to his ministrations. Soon she started to move against one of his legs with her center, giving also some attention to her sensitive nub, being desperate for her release.
"Let it go, Regina!" He whispered, looking up from her heaving chest.
"Robin..." She breathed between moans, her head tossing, eyes closed, her whole body squirming against his, her fingers buried in his hair. She was again at his mercy, and in a strange way she felt safe. It felt right, it felt good in all way. She was floating, she was in heaven.
"That's it." He said, as he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers, and watched her ride out her waves. Her body stretching like a gracious bow as she cried out her release. "You are beautiful." He continued, while she was still shaking, unable to utter any word. After pulling his fingers free, he stroked her back gently, as she lazily snuggled closer to him. He hugged her and kissed her, like lovers do.
She felt him hard against her center and her body shook some more.
"Can I?" He asked looking into her hazy eyes as she nodded in response. He studied her features till she convinced him with a soft smile.
He grabbed her face with both of his hands, and kissed her deeply, passionately. He pushed her slowly to her back, then finding her entrance with his tip, he guided his member into her. They both moaned, thanks to her incredible thightness. And also because becoming one felt magical every time. It only took three trusts and he came, too, then collapsed on top of her.
When he got his senses back he slowly sat up beside Regina, quietly observing her unsettlingly almost completely unmoving form. She was still so beautiful, but also so pale and skinny.
She was just laying there, looking up at him, eyes almost closed, her mascara smeared a bit, her forehead shining with sweat. And as he caressed her clammy skin, he not just saw, but also felt her ribs protruding on her rising chest. He didn't want her to be that sick again, but sadly her hipbones were also too visible to consider healthy. And then he saw something else.
"You should have told me, that it hurt." He looked in her dark eyes, with worry and confusion on his face.
"But it didn't." She answered, mimicing his confusion.
"You sure? Because you are bleeding." He gestured to the sheet under her.
"That's ...", she touched her stomack unconsciously, registering the pain, which grew with every orgasm she had this evening. "I's nothing to worry about. You know that it happens." While talking she couldn't look in his eyes, afraid that he would see through her lie. She checked the amout of blood, and a sudden dizziness cought her as she sat up to see a little bright red puddle between her legs. Her heart strated to hammer in her chest, and she had to force her breathing to calm down, so Robin wouldn't notice her shock.
Maybe nature has beaten her this time and she won't need the help of that awful potion. Though her upcoming agony still made her tremble with fear.
But she definately needed to leave. She needed to leave his chambers, now.
She stood and wrapped a gown around her, as fast as she could, with her vision getting blurry and knees trembling.
"Yes, I know, but you always tell me when it is one of those days, and you didn't warn me this time, so I got worried." He watched her fighting with her gown's belt, not understanding the sudden change in her mood. "Regina? You know that you still can stay."
She stared back at him, stilling her fingers. If he would even knew the truth. But he won't, ever.
"Eat something, at least. Before you go, please." He pleaded, stepping closer to her, offering his hand for guidance. He sensed her weakness.
No, no she couldn't stay, soon the cramps will get stronger, and she needed to be alone while it happened.
Panic was written on her face, and Robin got more worried with each passing second.
Before she could turn to leave, she felt the remaining strength leave her body with another gush of blood between her legs, then everything went black.
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