Author's note: Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. Just so you know, this story will be told entirely from Emma's POV, but don't worry, you will start getting more insight into Regina's thoughts/emotions soon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I let out a little of my inner Evil Queen towards the end of it.
Chapter 3
"I am yours. I have always been yours."
The Queen remained impassive as she asked, "Are you sure, dear?"
I met her eyes, letting the truth of my words shine through as I said, "Yes, your majesty. I have absolutely no desire to be anywhere near my parents. From everything I have learned over the years, they are too blinded by their own desires to ever see what someone else might want or need. Putting aside, my own feelings for what they have done to you and say about you, I could never live under the rule of such selfish monarchs, let alone live with them. I have seen the way you rule your people. You are fair, generous and just. You don't discount the voice of the peasants and you fiercely protect all of your people. Evil Queen or not, you are the kind of ruler that I would willingly die trying to protect, and the kind of woman that I would give anything to be with. Even when I thought I would never have a chance because of my lineage, I wanted to be with you. You just offered me that chance, my Queen. So, yes, I'm sure."
My impassioned speech brought a smile to the Queen's lips. When I finished speaking, she reached out a hand and gently ran her fingers through my hair. "Thank you, dear," she said softly, looking at me with more affection than she had ever let me see before. I felt my heart swell in reaction to the emotion evident in her eyes.
"You're welcome, your majesty," I said simply, relaxing under her gentle touch.
After a long peaceful moment, the Queen's hand slid down to cup my chin. Her eyes darkened and her for was huskier than usual as she asked, "Are you really willing to do anything for your Queen?"
My throat went dry and a shiver of anticipation ran through me. My eyes flicked down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. I swallowed hard and nodded as much as I could with her holding my chin.
"Say it, Emma," the Queen demanded.
I gasped as my heart lurched at the sound of my name on her lips for the first time. "Yes, your majesty. I will do anything for you," I answered breathily.
She chuckled, "Excellent, then you won't mind helping me destroy your mother."
"No, my Queen. After what she has done to you, and those horrible things she said today, I would gladly help you," I replied earnestly.
"Then come with me. It's time I claimed what's mine," She said huskily, standing and offering me her hand.
Nervous excitement skittered down my spine as I took her hand and stood. She gazed down at me with eyes nearly black with lust. She pulled me into her arms and lowered her mouth to mine, kissing me greedily. A moan escaped my lips and she plunged her tongue into my mouth. I got lost in the delicious heat of her lips, teeth, and tongue. When she pulled back, I was panting and it took me a moment to feel steady enough to open my eyes. I looked around and immediately realized that during the kiss she had transported us into her bedroom. I stared in awe at the huge bed covered in satin sheets, the massive fireplace and elegant décor.
An amused chuckle brought my attention back to the Queen, who was still holding me tightly against her body. I blushed at her amusement, but didn't try to hide my embarrassment from her. She leaned down and claimed my lips again. This time her mouth moved leisurely against mine. At some point she tilted her head and began placing soft kisses along my jawline. My head fell to the side of its own volition, offering my neck to her. She took the invitation and trailed her lips along the sensitive skin, before gently biting down over my racing pulse. I shuddered against her and let out a little whimper of pleasure. Her lips curled into a small smile before continuing up my neck until her mouth was right below my ear.
"Losing your virginity can be painful, my dear, but I will make it as enjoyable as possible for you," she said, her voice low and throaty. I gasped, arching my body into hers. She chuckled, whispering, "You are so responsive, Princess. I think I will enjoy this."
Another shudder ran through me and she delicately licked up the outer shell of my ear. Heat raced down my spine and settled between my thighs. The Queen's hands moved to the laces on my dress, quickly loosening them. As her mouth continued to kiss and nip along my neck, she gave a gentle tug and the gown fell into a pool of fabric at our feet. I suddenly felt very exposed in nothing but my underclothes. I shivered in embarrassment and the Queen paused to meet my eyes. She took in my expression in a heartbeat and wrapped her arms around me, cradling me against her.
"It's alright, my dear. I'll take care of you," she whispered soothingly and I gradually calmed down.
"I'm sorry, your majesty," I muttered, feeling suddenly ashamed.
"My dear, you have nothing to apologize for. I know how overwhelming this can be," she said before gently placing a kiss to my temple. "Can you tell me what bothered you?"
I took a deep breath to steady myself and found that her sweet, earthy smell did more to settle me than anything else. Shyly, I admitted, "I got nervous and embarrassed because I felt really exposed."
She pulled back to meet my eyes and gave me a soft, encouraging smile. "It's ok, dear. I think I can help with that," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. A cloud of purple smoke surrounded her for a moment and her dress and corset disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear. I was immediately transfixed with her beauty. All of that gorgeous olive skin was pressed against me and I couldn't stop my hands from trailing down her perfect curves. She hummed in appreciation and took a step back, allowing me to step over the puddle of fabric that was my dress. She pulled me back into her arms and claimed my lips in an urgent, hungry kiss. I melted into it with a sigh, my earlier embarrassment forgotten.
As she kissed me her hands roamed my back and sides. I relaxed under her confidant fingers, loving the feeling of them on my body through the chemise. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as her knuckles brushed the underside of my breasts. She broke the kiss to look into my eyes as she lifted her hands to softly cup my breasts in each of her hands. I let out a soft gasp when her thumbs gently stroked my nipples. Without conscious thought I arched into her touch, pressing my breasts firmly into her hands even as I felt moisture pooling between my thighs.
The Queen smiled hungrily at me and pinched each nipple between her thumb and index finger. I moaned in response, clutching my hands to her waist as my knees grew weak from the pleasurable sensations overtaking my body. The Queen lowered her mouth to my neck and continued kissing the exposed skin while continuing to massage by breasts through the thin cloth still covering them.
I was quickly becoming overwhelmed by my Queen's touch and when I no longer trusted my legs to hold me upright, I whimpered, "My Queen, please…"
She chuckled, and said "It's alright, my dear. I've got you." As she said this, she finally moved her hands from my chest, one arm snaking under the edge of my chemise to wrap around my back and support my weight. Her other hand griped the hem of the shirt and in a smooth motion, pulled it over my head. She pulled me closer and another moan escaped my lips as I felt our bare chests press against each other for the first time. My Queen let out a responding moan which was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. I suddenly felt a warm tingling sensation spill out from my chest and race out to every inch of skin that was pressed against the Queen's body. We both gasped in surprise and when I met the Queen's gaze, I could easily see that she had also experienced the same sensation.
Her voice was awed and a little terrified as she muttered, "the bond," in response to the question I hadn't even had a chance to ask. I just nodded, and for the first time, I took the initiative to reach up and pull the Queen in for a kiss. She immediately took control, swiping her tongue along my bottom lip to demand entrance. I gladly opened for her and gasped in surprise when the first caress of her tongue bathed my mouth with the flavor of apple mead. The Queen stiffened and pulled away immediately, bringing an uncertain hand to her lips as she put a few feet of space between us.
I swallowed reflexively at the look of utter terror in her eyes. The flavor that had coated my mouth only seconds before slid down my throat causing a wave of tingling heat to wash over me. I gave out a short cry of shock even as my knees buckled and I crashed to the floor.
Immediately the Queen was at my side. She reached out a trembling hand to rest on my shoulder and asked, "Are you alright, Princess?"
"I think so, your majesty. What just happened?" I asked shakily.
She sat back and took a deep steadying breath before she said, "The bond between us is growing stronger. I knew it would the more we spent time together. But, I—I didn't anticipate this."
The Queen sounded uncertain and I wanted nothing more in that moment that to ease her concerns. "Do you wish to stop, your majesty?" I asked softly.
She hesitated and I felt like my heart was breaking. Tears welled in my eyes for the rejection I was anticipating. Finally, she whispered, "No." I looked up to meet her eyes and her expression softened immediately. She reached up to cup my cheek and gently said, "No, Emma, I don't want to stop. No matter what the consequences, I want you in my bed tonight. We can worry about everything else tomorrow. Is that alright with you?"
Hearing her use my name again soothed something in me, and my tears dried as I smiled up at my Queen. "Yes, your majesty."
She smiled softly, "Alright, my dear, come on." She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She pressed a soft kiss to my lips and my smile deepened. She smiled at me in return, running her fingers tenderly through my hair. "You are beautiful, Princess," she said quietly.
"Thank you, your majesty," I answered just as quietly.
"You're welcome," she said, still smiling at me as she led me to her bed.
The butterflies were back in my stomach as the Queen pressed me down to lie against the pillows. She carefully crawled onto the bed and lay against my side, her eyes full of understanding as she settled in. With her head propped up by one hand, she watched me as she tenderly ran her other hand over my exposed skin. She was patient with me, letting me grow accustomed to her touch before she moved her gentle fingers to brush across first on breast and then the other. The Queen noticed the way my breathing deepened and she lightly teased my nipples until they stood at attention. I could feel my skin flush with the arousal that was building within me.
With a raised eyebrow, the Queen asked if I was ready for more. I nodded, unable to look away as she immediately lowered her head to take a stiff nipple between her lips. I panted out a soft moan as my sensitive bud was surrounded by the wet heat of my Queen's mouth. She delicately flicked the tip with her tongue, and I arched into the caress. She smiled and moved to the other breast to repeat her actions. I whimpered, feeling desire flood me under her skillful lips.
The Queen let out a small husky chuckle, which sent another wave of desire through me and I groaned. She began kissing her way up my chest, along my neck and up to my ear where she purred, "Are you ready for me to claim you, my dear?"
Nerves immediately danced down my spine, but I ignored them, too aroused to worry. I gave a slight nod and said, "Yes, my Queen."
She didn't answer; instead she brought her lips back down to my pounding pulse and sucked the skin into her mouth. I gasped, bucking under her as waves of desire raced from the skin in her mouth down to settle in my pelvis. I could feel my underwear grow damp against my skin and I groaned. The Queen's tongue flicked out and caressed the abused skin still being held in her mouth. I whimpered and one of her hands dragged sensuously down my chest to tease tantalizingly along the waistband of my underwear. My hips bucked up of their own accord and she released my neck to murmur against my skin, "So responsive…" She let her voice fade out as she trailed kisses down my neck to the ridge of my collarbone on the other side of my neck. She bit down gently and a low, desperate moan escaped my lips. This only encouraged her to latch on to my collarbone, sucking and licking the skin to draw the blood to the surface. As she did this, her fingers dipped below my panties and slid gently through my slick folds. We both moaned under the intimate contact. The Queen softly ran a finger from my entrance up to lightly flick the little bundle of nerves. I bucked against her and gasped. She pulled back to grin devilishly down at me.
"You are so wet for me, my dear. Do you really desire me this much?" she purred teasingly.
"Yes, my Queen," I gasped out. "Please take me." I knew I sounded desperate, but I couldn't care in that moment. I never wanted to lose the feeling of her fingers touching me in the most intimate places.
The Queen chuckled darkly and said, "Oh, I plan to, Princess."
A shiver of desperate need rushed down my spine and the Queen sat up and pulled off my underwear, leaving me fully exposed to her for the first time. She paused just long enough to take in the expanse of my naked body. I knew that I should have been embarrassed by it, but the hungry look that was back in her eyes only aroused me further. She crawled up the bed, straddling one of my thighs, her hands on either side of my head. She paused to meet my gaze with an unfathomable expression. Then she lowered her body to rest against mine as she claimed my lips in a needy kiss. The combination of her lips, the weight of her perfect breasts pressing into mine, and the damp heat of her center resting against my thigh had me moaning, even as the tingling heat from earlier returned.
We both shuddered as the heat intensified and the Queen rocked her hips against my thigh, drawing another moan from my lips. She deepened the kiss as she ran one hand up my thigh to my heated center. Her fingers unerringly found my clit and traced a circular pattern around it. My hips jerked up into her touch and I had to break away from the kiss to gulp down deep, panting breaths. She smiled down at me and flicked the bundle of nerves gently with her fingertips. I bucked under her and she let out a little gasp as the movement pressed my thigh more tightly against her. She ground down with her hips as she picked up the pace of her fingers.
I felt a pressure building within me and reached up to caress the Queen's sides, desperate to ground myself. The Queen grinned, sitting back to use her free hand trail a fingernail down my throat, across my chest to scratch softly across one of my hardened nipples. I gasped in pleasure, my head falling back to the pillow as the pressure in my lower belly grew.
"It's alright, Emma. Just let go. I've got you," the Queen huskily said, pressing down on my clit.
Heat built between my thighs, radiating out until my entire body felt like it was on fire. I arched into her touch, frozen on the edge of an unknown precipice for what felt like an eternity before the Queen shifted a finger against my clit and I felt like I exploded, my release washing over me with a shuddering groan. Slowly I became aware of my surroundings again, and I realized that the Queen had shifted again to lay half over my body as she gently stroked my cheek. Her eyes were filled with tender affection when I shyly met them.
She smiled at me, "You did very well, my dear. Did you enjoy that?" I bit my lip shyly and nodded. She chuckled softly. "Good, are you ready for more? Or, do you need a few minutes?"
"I'm ready for more, your majesty," I answered softly.
"Very well," she said, holding out a hand. With a swirl of purple smoke, a leather covered shaft appeared in her hand. She showed it to me and explained, "This is a dildo. It is a rather pleasant tool that women sometimes use to bring pleasure to each other. However, tonight I'm going to use it to take your virginity. It will hurt at first, but I will do my best to bring you another release to wash away the pain."
"Thank you," I said nervously.
"Don't thank me yet, dear," she said gently.
Carefully, she ran her fingers through my folds and coated the dildo with my juices. At the first light touch, I whimpered as arousal immediately rushed through me again. The Queen raised an eyebrow at me in amusement causing me to blush, but she didn't comment on it. When she was satisfied, she gently ran the dildo through my wet folds. I tensed, but when she just continued stroking it back and forth I relaxed again. She leaned over me and took a nipple into her mouth again, stroking it with her tongue. I moaned as heat washed over me again. She continued to tease the hard bud in her mouth while she poised the shaft at my entrance. When she was ready, she moved her mouth to bite into the curve of my breast. I gasped as the unexpected pain of her teeth turned into pleasure and she pushed the dildo into me. There was a moment of resistance before a sharp pain radiated from my core and the shaft slid deeper into me.
I whimpered, but the Queen stopped the movement of her hand, giving me a moment to grow accustomed to the feeling of being filled. She moved her mouth back to my nipple and swirled her tongue over it. I trembled under the onslaught of both painful and pleasurable sensations. Her skillful tongue quickly heightened the pleasure and the pain between my legs gradually lessoned into a dull ache. My body relaxed from a tension I hadn't even noticed and the Queen took that as her cue to begin thrusting the shaft slowly inside of me.
My focus immediately returned to the pain between my legs and I groaned. She shifted to press her body against mine, rocking her hips against my thigh again and I became distracted by the wetness I could feel soaking through her panties and coating my skin. The sensation caused heated desire to wash over me and I let out a small moan.
With her lips right next to my ear, she throatily murmured, "Touch me, Emma."
A shudder ran through me and I couldn't do anything but obey my Queen. I reached out and ran my hands along the flat planes of her stomach, relishing the ability to touch my beloved Queen. I hesitated momentarily before cupping a breast in each of my hands. A small sigh of bliss escaped my lips as I felt the perfect weight of them in my palms. The Queen began thrusting more quickly into me, and I reflexively squeezed the flesh in my hands. She immediately moaned in response and ground her hips harder into me. A bolt of heat shot through me and my inner walls reflexively clenched around the shaft buried within me. I groaned as the ache from the penetration became a pleasurable pain. The Queen noticed and grinned down at me. I smiled and brushed my thumbs across her nipples. They stiffened and her hips jerked against me.
My Queen's reaction to my touch had that heated pressure building rapidly within me again. Unconsciously, my hips began to rise to meet her thrusts and she shuddered as it caused my thigh to press firmly into her. I massaged her breasts in time with the movements of our bodies and she moaned out, "Oh, yes Emma. Just like that."
I swallowed thickly and nodded, squeezing harder and flexing my thigh against her. I felt the Queen stiffen, arching her body into me, and I was immediately at the crest of my own release. With a final thrust of the shaft within me, we both cried out, shuddering through intense releases. A second after the orgasms crashed through us, a secondary wave of tingling heat blazed between our bodies sending us both screaming through yet another release.
The Queen leaned down and claimed my lips in a searing kiss and the taste of apple mead filled my mouth again. It ended too quickly as we both were panting, small tremors still coursing through us. The Queen shifted to gently pull the dildo from my core before settling over me, her body laying more on top of me than on the mattress. We lay silently as we struggled to regain control of our ragged breath.
Eventually, the Queen shifted to rest her weight on an elbow so she could look down at me. "How do you feel, Princess?" she asked, tenderly stroking my cheek.
"A little sore," I admitted.
She gave me a sympathetic look and said, "It'll pass in a couple of days. Aside from that, do you have any regrets?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped when I saw a vulnerability in her eyes that I'd never noticed before. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly shook my head. "No, your majesty. There has never been anyone else that I have ever wanted to share that with. This afternoon, I had convinced myself that I would never be able to be with you and I decided that I would never give myself to anyone," I said earnestly.
A look of surprise crossed her features, before she crashed her lips into mine, hungrily feasting on my lips. I returned the kiss enthusiastically. When she broke the kiss, she grinned at me and haughtily said, "Good, because you're mine now, and a queen never shares."
I giggled, "Yes, your majesty."
She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind, before she smiled mischievously at me. "Will you indulge me in a bit of revenge before we clean up, my dear?"
I raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she had in mind. "Yes, of course, my Queen."
She grinned evilly, and I shuddered as a bolt of arousal slid through me. "Excellent," she said sliding out of bed. She studied me, pursing her lips. "I'd like you to feign sleep, while I have the mirror contact your parents. I'd like for them to witness exactly how thoroughly I've violated their daughter," she explained, tilted my head to the side to better display the love bites she's left on my skin.
I chuckled, "It'll serve them right after what they said earlier."
Her eyes twinkled dangerously, and her voice turned into an evil purr as she said, "I know, dear. It's what gave me the idea. Now, raise your arms above your head and close your eyes."
I obediently shut my eyes and a moment later I felt silk rope wrap around my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I gasped, as another bolt of arousal raced through me.
The Queen chuckled and fondly said, "You're supposed to be asleep, Princess."
"Sorry, your majesty," I muttered, before relaxing into position.
"Good girl," she said and I listened while she crossed over to a mirror mounted on the far wall. "Mirror, contact Snow White. I have something to show her," she commanded in her cold Evil Queen voice. I had to suppress the shiver that ran through me at the sound of that voice.
After a moment, I heard my mother's angry voice fill the room. "Regina, what do you want?"
"I just thought you'd like to see the birthday gift I gave your daughter," the Queen said cruelly.
"What do you mean?" my father asked.
The Queen let out an evil little chuckle and said, "See for yourselves."
The sound of horrified gasps fell on my ears and I had to struggle not to react. After a moment, Snow asked in a tear-filled voice, "How could you?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet, Snow? I did it because she is your daughter. And now that she's of age, I intend to take out all of my darkest desires on her," the Queen said condescendingly.
I heard a harsh sob and then Charming growled, "We will kill you for this, Regina."
She laughed in response and snarled, "Try, I dare you."
Silence fell over the room for a minute and then the Queen said, "You may open your eyes, Princess."
I opened my eyes and when the rope disappeared from my wrists, I sat up and looked at my Queen, mildly surprised to see her dressed in a pair of black leather pants and matching tailed jacket. I grinned and said, "That was fun, but I wish I could have seen their faces."
She chuckled, "It was delightful. Thank you for playing your part, my dear."
"You're welcome, your majesty."
She held out a hand and said, "Now, let's get you cleaned up."
I glanced down and saw the blood on my thighs for the first time. "Oh, um, yes please," I said uncertainly.
"It's alright dear. Everyone bleeds the first time," she said kindly. She moved over to my side and gently tugged me from the bed.
I followed her into another room in her suite and felt my eyes widen at the large bathing pool set into the stone of her floor. With a wave of her hand, the water began to steam. "Thank you, your majesty," I said gratefully.
She smiled and said, "You're welcome, dear. Go ahead and climb in. There are stairs on the side."
I did as she asked, hissing slightly as the hot water met my aching groin. I noticed a small ledge along the side of the pool and lowered my body to sit on it, causing the water to rise to chest level. I let out a contented sigh, my muscles relaxing in the heat. A moment later, the now naked Queen joined me with a wash cloth and apple scented soap. In an attempt to stop staring at her perfect body, I reached for the soap.
She smirked at me and shook her head. "No dear, let me."
"Alright," I said, my voice shakily from the thought of having her hands roaming my body again. She noticed and grinned at me while lathering the soap into the washcloth. Then she began gently rubbing the cloth over me. I leaned back against the side of the tub and let her take care of me. I tensed when she got to the spot between my legs, but she was careful, calmly washing away the blood and other fluids.
When she was finished, I conjured another washcloth and asked, "May I?" She smiled and leaned back, granting me access to her body. As I reverently washed her, she let out little moans of appreciation, which sparked a fresh seed of desire within me. When I got to the space between her thighs, I glanced up to ask permission. She lifted an eyebrow and spread her thighs in acceptance. I was extremely thorough, dragging the soft cloth through her folds.
"Oh, Emma," she moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. My heart leapt in response, but I forced myself to continue washing the rest of her body.
Once we were both clean, the Queen pulled me into her lap and held me. I let out a contented sigh and let my head drop to her shoulder. She idly stroked my back as we soaked in the hot water. After a long time, a thought occurred to me and I softly asked, "Your majesty, why haven't you ever called me by name before tonight?"
She stiffened under me and her hands stilled on my back. After a beat, she said, "To keep you at a distance."
"Why?"
The Queen let out a sigh. "This isn't the place for this conversation. Come on," she said, gently pushing me off her lap before climbing out of the bath.
Once we were dry and dressed in sleepwear, we sat on the chaise lounge chair in front of the fire in her sitting room. She conjured wine for us and leaned back on the chair, pulling me to lean against her. I could sense her gathering her thoughts, so I waited patiently, sipping my wine.
Eventually, she said, "I knew when I bound our lives together that the bond would draw us to each other, and it would grow stronger the more we spent time together. When you were a child, I kept you at a distance because I didn't want you to see me as a mother figure. I had always hoped to bed you as the means to exact my revenge. But the thought of fucking someone who had looked at me as a parent is revolting, so I limited our contact. When you turned 16, I allowed you to spend more time with me. I knew that any danger of daughterly affection was long gone, and you were at an age where someone else might catch your interest, and I wanted you focused on me. But I was wary of the pull I felt towards you. So, I continued to refuse to say your name to remind myself of the promise I made to give you a choice." She paused and took a sip of wine before continuing. "I know that I've used the bond to manipulate your emotions, Emma, and I'm sorry for that. It started as nothing more than my lust for revenge, but over the years, I have grown to care for you. I would have been terribly disappointed if you had chosen the other path tonight."
She grew silent and I thought about what she'd said. I knew I should probably be angry for being manipulated so thoroughly, but feeling her body cradling me, I just couldn't be. I shifted around so I could catch her gaze. "I know I should probably be upset, but I'm not. I understand," I softly said.
"You do?" she asked, obviously surprised.
"Yes. I can't be angry with you, my Queen. I fell in love with you years ago, and I can't hate the reason I feel that way," I answered honestly.
The Queen tensed and looked away. "Emma, I—I care for you, but—how much do you know about the real reason I hate Snow White?"
"I know that she is the reason that the man you love was murdered and that her betrayal forced you into marrying her father," I said softly, my heart aching for the pain my Queen went through.
She nodded, "I still love Daniel. I always will."
"I know," I said gently. I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to gently cup her cheek and turn her back to face me. "It's ok if you can't love me the way I love you. Knowing you care is enough for me, my Queen."
A single tear ran down her cheek and she offered me a watery smile. "You continue to surprise me, Princ—Emma."
I smiled and closed the distance between us, gently kissing my Queen.
Author's note 2: Please leave a review. It helps me know if the relationship is coming across the way I mean for it to.