"It's not even Christmas any more," Regina grumped for nth time. Regardless she was burrowed under two blankets and deeply into her wife's side. It was evening on December 30th. They had finished dinner and it was time for the annual Swan-Mills Christmas movie marathon. Emma had explained to her before why it took place the day it did and not before Christmas, but every year, for the life of her, the brunette couldn't ever remember.
Emma just smiled and tightened the arm she had around her wife. The brunette was having one of her rare cold days and was cuddlier than usual. Her behavior had even earned a look from their son. Sure, he'd seen his mother's cuddle before, but seeing his brunette mother constantly seem to crave a connection to his blonde mother was new. Even during dinner the brunette had chosen to sit beside her wife, instead of at the end of the table. They were 15 minutes into The Christmas Story, arguably Regina's least favorite Christmas movie and the one she generally complained about the most.
"Shhh," Henry admonished from the couch, where he sat raptly watching the movie. Sarah beside him with her feet propped in his lap. The move had made him blush when they first sat down, unsure of his mother's response, but besides a raised eyebrow from Regina they hadn't said anything. Contrary to his mother, Christmas Story was his favorite.
Regina frowned at her son and peeked out of the blankets at him, "You've easily seen this movie a dozen times, Henry Daniel. I will not be shushed," she admonished. A hand not her own stroked over her abdomen as Emma stifled a chuckle beside her by burying her face into dark hair. She felt a kiss against her head and felt her agitation melt away, "For your punishment, you will get me ice cream with jalapenos," she demanded even as she shivered a little.
Henry opened his mouth to complain and a toe nudged against his abdomen. Sighing he paused the movie and stood, "Anybody else?"
Sarah smiled shyly, "Same for me," she'd tried the dessert that Regina had been consuming just a week ago for the first time and been indulging with the brunette almost nightly, "With chocolate!" she called after the good naturedly grumbling Henry. Henry returned and handed out the two bowls, flopped back down on the couch and hit play as Sarah's legs made their way back into his lap.
Regina hummed as she dug into her bowl, "Thank you, my Prince," she called out to him with a grin.
Emma held her wife closer as the brunette started to shiver just a little, "Ok in there?" She asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the movie. She smiled and kissed dark hair when Regina nodded against her.
It was a little after 10pm by the time everyone headed to bed. They'd finished Christmas Story and gone onto It's A Wonderful Life. They usually would've watched the Santa Clause also, but Regina had declared bed with a heavy yawn as the credits were rolling on the black and white classic.
Once they were in their bedroom Regina turned to face her wife as the blonde closed the door behind them. The brunette had an almost coquettish look on her face. Emma swallowed compulsively, "Not really tired are you?" Regina shook her head and tugged her loose black t-shirt over her head, "You were just ready to come up here and have your wicked way with me?"
"Until your thighs are shaking, your back cramping. Until your jaw aches and your tongue feels numb until you don't think you have another ounce of energy left with which to service me, Sheriff," Regina smirked a patent Mayoral smirk and sat on their bed as she pushed yoga pants and panties down, kicking them off. She crooked a finger at the blonde, "Come to me, Sheriff Swan."
Emma all but raced across the room as every bit of moisture and blood traveled south. They hadn't played in awhile, not after Regina's second trimester had started and the brunette had started feeling much more submissive than usual. Not that Emma was complaining. No matter what she would never describe her wife as anything less than a power bottom, but she had missed this side of her wife. She was before her and on her knees in a heartbeat, knowing better than to remove her clothing before she was told.
Regina smiled indulgently at her excited wife. She tried to smother it down and maintain her icy Mayoral demeanor. She was mostly successful and she cupped a pale cheek, "That's a good, Sheriff," she purred as she slipped an arm behind herself and flicked open her bra, stifling a groan as it slipped away and her heavy breasts hung free. They were particularly heavy today, with an almost full feeling. But that wasn't very sexy or the coldly demanding Mayor Mills and she shook the thought away.
"What can I do for you, Mayor Mills?" Emma quirked a questioning eyebrow at her wife. Mayor/Sheriff wasn't as intense as their Queen/Knight play and as eager as she was, she knew that a little bit of attitude was expected. She stroked strong hands up tanned thighs and held dark eyes in her own.
Regina had to bite her lip to control the urge tug her wife up and kiss her passionately. To pull her down on top of herself and moan into her mouth. Damn, she'd never had this much trouble settling into a role for one of their games before. The hormones racing through her body demanded that she take control and demand the hard fucking she wanted, how she wanted it. While they also were screaming to be laid down and gently, tenderly, passionately be made love to. Emma bent her head and started to kiss tanned thighs, Regina buried her hands in blonde hair and cursed the tears that sprang into her eyes.
When Emma looked up after a moment she saw the tears swimming and a single one broke free, trailing down her wife's face, "Babe? What's wrong?" Concerned she was up and cupping tanned cheeks, "Talk to me, 'Gina?" She pleaded when dark hair shook and her wife buried her face in the muscled and t-shirt clad abdomen before her. She clung to narrow hips and cried. "Really scaring me, Regina," Emma's voice was starting to turn frantic and she ran her hands over every part of her wife that she could, searching for an injury, for something, anything to explain the reason for her lover's distress.
Hiccoughing, Regina pulled away and wiped at her eyes, she took a deep breath and suddenly was struck by the humour of the situation and started to laugh, "Fine, I'm fine," she waved a hand at her puzzled wife as she continued to laugh and hold her belly.
Emma bit her lip, still unsure of what had happened and sat beside her naked wife on the bed, she rubbed at her back and placed a hand on her knee, "What happened?" She finally asked as the brunette started to calm down and sighed.
Regina laid her head on a strong shoulder, "I really wanted to play…" she laid a hand on a sweatpant covered thigh, "I still really want to have sex,' she plucked the heavy material under her hand, "But my damned hormones can't decide what they want," she felt a loving kiss against her temple, "Whether I want you to love me into a single intense orgasm or fuck me through a dozen… whether I want to demand it of you or let you have your way with me." She sighed and pulled away to lay back on the bed, she lay there for just a second before shifting onto her side and letting a hand rest against her swollen stomach, stroking lightly, "I'm sorry, my darling."
Emma pulled her tank top over her head and kicked her sweatpants and boyshorts away. She laid back beside her wife, turning onto her side and laying her hand beside her wife's over the swell of their child, "You don't ever have to apologize to me, not for how you're feeling," she slid her free hand beneath a tanned cheek, "You're my everything, Regina and I would give everything I am for you," she stroked a thumb over the swell of their child, "Your body is going through so much right now and all you ever have to do is tell me what you want, what you need. Even if that means we change pace in the middle of something." Emma slid a little closer, until her flat stomach met Regina's swollen one, "I'm not just talking about sex either. We are partners in life, in everything we do and everything we are," she placed a single kiss to plump lips. "My Queen, my love for you burns brighter every day and it's as true today as it was the day I placed this ring on your finger," she traced the line of Regina's wedding band, "That I will forever swear my undying allegiance to you for as long as I live and beyond." Another kiss to her pulse point, "It doesn't matter if we don't play tonight, or if we don't play until after Jelly is born, or even if we never play again, you will always be the Mayor of my Heart, the Queen of my Soul and the Lover of my Body," she shifted to place another soft kiss to bare lips, "You are the love of my life, my wife for now and always."
Regina gave a breathy sob and smiled as she felt their child stir inside her, as though they could hear the words of love and devotion, "Oh my love, never doubt how much love I have for you," she surged forward and claimed Emma's lips with her own, sinking into a kiss that stole her breath as their hands laced over her abdomen.
They separated and Emma stroked her wife's jaw, "Tell me, what do you want right now? What do you feel?"
Regina's lower lip trembled as she stared into intense hazel eyes. She felt like her heart was swelling in her chest and her body craved the woman staring back at her, "You. I need you," she shifted on the bed and tugged until they were up against the pillows. Regina laid back against the pillows and Emma on her knees between her thighs, hands beside her wife's head, supporting herself above the brunette, "Can we start slow?" Emma nodded and Regina glanced over at the blonde's nightstand, "With your cock?" There was just something about being able to be full of her wife and still have the blonde pressed against her, hands free to roam or just hold her.
Emma didn't give a response. Just lowered herself, safely pressed against Regina and her pregnant belly. She very softly kissed her, sliding their lips together and bringing a hand up to cup the nape of her neck. Emma probed at the parted lips moving against hers and Regina opened with a quiet moan. She pushed inside and stroked along the roof of her wife's mouth, mapping the varying textures inside as Regina started to roll her hips up against the barely there pressure of her lover's body. That's when Emma took the moment and rolled away, hiding a loving smile as she rolled to reach into her nightstand and retrieve the cuff.
Regina let out a languorous groan as she felt the cuff activate against her thigh. She'd rolled onto her side and as the cuff worked it's magic. Emma's cock rested against her inner thigh, inches from her slicking sex. She laced one hand with her wife's and pulled it down to cup first the underside of her belly and then further down to cup her swollen cunt. She buried her free hand in shaggy blonde hair and tugged, "I believe my breasts could use some attention…" she whispered huskily as she directed her lover further down the bed.
Emma happily slid further down, they stayed on their sides. Regina feeling much more comfortable in that position. Emma let her wife guide the gentle stroking between tanned thighs as she reverently cupped a heavy breast and circled a swollen nipple with her tongue. The breast felt heavier and firmer than it had in past days but Emma pushed the thought aside as she pulled the erect flesh into her mouth.
Regina gave a low moan that turned into a surprised gasp at a curious new sensation, "Emma?"
The blonde pulled away with a startled look, a single drop of off white fluid on her lower lip, "I uhh, think you've started to lactate," she glanced up at her wife as the brunette looked down, their hands stilling over Regina's sex.
"Oh my God," Regina husked as she observed both the drop of milk on her wife's lip and the bead of it at the tip of her nipple. She watched the drop lengthen and fall from her body onto their duvet, another taking it's place, "Do you… do you want to…?" She trailed off as she bit her lip.
Emma swallowed, they'd not really discussed the subject since Joanne had mentioned it a few days ago, "How do you feel about it?" She knew her answer, to encourage her wife she leaned forward and swiped at the beading drop just before it could fall. She groaned, more at the action than the taste. Colostrum didn't have much flavor, not really and it was thicker than Regina's mature milk would be. Regardless, the act caused Emma to clench inside and her cock twitched where it rested against the inner thigh of her lover.
Regina unlaced their hands and pushed Emma's to rest on her inner thigh, just below her swollen and throbbing sex. She used both hands to cup the patiently waiting face and pulled it to her leaking breast, "Do it, darling." Regina gave a deep, emotional, gasping groan when lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked, a slight tug again and she felt the milk leaving her and trickling into Emma's working mouth. She clenched her hands and moaned, eyes wide and dilated as her mouth worked in a silent O.
Emma hummed as she sucked, flicking her tongue over the swollen nipple and lapping away at the milk as it emerged. The flow wasn't very strong and was already tapering off after only a couple of minutes. She knew it would only increase the closer they got to the due date. She kneaded at the pliant flesh, helping to work out any excess still in the glands, Regina wasn't the only one who could do online research. The breast felt much more relaxed than when they started and Emma released it with a soft pop as she moved up the bed to kiss her wife as her hand slid back up to cup her wife's soaking pussy. She groaned into the kiss when she found abundant wetness that instantly tried to pull her in. Her cock pulsed and she lightly massaged her wife's clit.
A whimper slipped from their kiss as Regina shifted to press harder into the delicious stroking. She left the hand tucked between the bed and blonde hair in place as her other traveled along the sloping plain of her wife's side, groaning further into the kiss as she reached the place where the hard cock rested against her thigh in a pool of pre-cum. She laid her hand over it, rubbing against it and softly massaging against her own flesh. She clenched the hand in blonde hair and pushed her wife down, "The other one? It doesn't feel as...swollen, but God…" she slicked her hand through her own arousal and wrapped it around her wife's magical erection.
Emma groaned as she bent to take in the neglected breast and nipple, she shifted just so, so that Regina could keep stroking her, a thumb brushed over her tip and she gave a needy sound a she sucked the dark nipple in. She slid a single finger inside her wife as she sucked. Nothing emerged from the breast, regardless she flicked over it with her tongue and lavished attention to it. Regina's hips rolled against her and she slid in a second finger, reveling in the deep, reverberating groan it earned her. She pulled away as a particularly erotic, wet moan fell from her wife's lips, "Not come in yet," she groaned when hot muscles contracted around her fingers, "Fuck, you feel good," she shifted and sucked along a tendon in her lover's neck, knowing it would leave a particularly vibrant line of red there.
Regina gasped when a third finger slipped inside on the next thrust. Her stroking hand faltered and she all but sobbed into a messy kiss. She was close to her orgasm, she pushed against her wife, desperate to have her deeper, to be fuller, "Behind me, baby," she panted as she ended the kiss and rolled onto her other side, pressing back against the hard cock now pushing against her ass. She bent her knee, resting her foot on the bed and opening herself up.
Emma groaned and immediately brushed dark hair off a tanned shoulder. She sucked at the skin exposed there and reached down to wrap her hand around her cock. Regina mewled when she slicked the hard erection through wet heat, teasing at the underside of her clit and nudging against the clenching opening that promised welcome, enveloping heat.
A needy moan as Regina cupped her own breast and rolled her hips back, she tugged her lower lip between white teeth, "Fuck... me," the entreaty spilled forth, either a request or a comment on the teasing, Emma wasn't sure.
Either way she was just as impatient as her wife and adjusted herself against the soaked entrance to her cunt. A languid sucking kiss to the back of a tanned neck and Emma pushed in slowly, taking her time to revel in the tight heat splitting open for her, wrapping around and caressing her hardest point as Regina throbbed around her. She groaned at the feel of a rapidly beating pulse surround her, she laid her forehead against a heaving back as Regina panted and whimpered at the slow pump inside, "Fuck, babe," she gasped as she finally buried herself to the hilt all the way inside, "I won't ever get tired of being so deep inside you."
Regina couldn't get any words out. She nodded her head in acknowledgement as she drew in a watery breath. The emotional and physical pleasure she was feeling in the moment was so intense, she grasped at a pale hip behind her as her eyes slid closed and she pressed back tighter against her muscled wife. She turned her face into her own arm and gave a needy sound of pleasure, "Move, goddamnit," she groaned when her wife complied and slid halfway out before sliding back in with an extra roll of her hips when she had thrust into the hilt.
Emma growled lowly as she ground against the firm ass of her wife. She bit into the solid muscle connecting her lover's shoulder to her neck as she tried to control her movements. Not wanting to move too fast, wanting to hang on to the slow sensual connection they were sharing and extending both their pleasure. She gripped a tanned hip and nipped at an ear lobe, "So good," it came out on a pant as Emma struggled to maintain her restraint.
A nod as Regina mewled and reached back to lace their hands together against her hip, she let her eyes slide shut as she gave herself over to the feeling, "I love you," she bit her lip and moaned as her wife started to thrust finally. An easy rhythm that left her feeling more breathless than some of their harder fucking sessions. She tugged at their laced hands and brought them around to rest against the swell of her stomach, craving the intimate connection between them at the feel of the life they'd had created together.
"L've you too," Emma buried her face in dark hair and palmed the taut stomach of her wife as Regina released her hand and slid down to stroke slowly at her own clit. Emma kept her movements slow and controlled as their bodies moved together. She kept her hand splayed across her lover's stomach and groaned into dark hair, she was quickly approaching her orgasm. She could feel every throbbing pulse of her wife, could feel the occasional brush of fingertips against her thrusting cock as Regina stroked her clit in slow circles. She let out a needy noise as she started to feel the identifiable swelling of her wife's urethral sponge as the brunette moved closer to her climax. Emma shifted her hand up and cupped a full breast as she felt herself tighten and prepare to release into her lover as their hips took on a rhythm of their own. The pace was still slow and pulsing, their bodies connected by more than just the flesh between them.
Regina tensed, her orgasm starting to tip over. When Emma pinched a tender nipple, she was done. Her body shuddered over the edge and she gave a choked sob as she ejaculated heavily. She whimpered when the force and position pushed the hard cock out and she desperately reached for it, needing her wife back inside. Her hand met Emma's as the blonde gripped her own hardened flesh and quickly slid back inside. Regina slapped the bed as she was filled even while her cunt was still clenching and seeking out the friction it had lost. She moaned and canted her hips back opening herself for a deeper angle.
Emma gripped a tan hip and picked the pace back up, increasing it and moving faster into and out of her wife, "Fuck, I'm going to come," she announced her impending climax as she slipped her arm under her wife's neck and wrapped it around the smaller body of Regina, holding the brunette tightly to her by chest and hips.
"Please. Please, baby, come inside me," Regina squeezed her eyes shut as she sobbed her ecstasy. Her eyes tightly shut, as she just gave herself to only feeling everything her wife was giving her. She laced their hands together, tanned hands wrapped around the pale ones grasping at her hips and just above her breasts.
A deep groan and Emma latched onto the skin just behind her lover's ear, flickering her tongue over it a she sucked. She tensed and cried out into tanned flesh as her orgasm crashed into her. She pressed tightly against her wife's ass, rolling her hips in a slow grind as she spurted string after string of hot cum inside her lover.
Regina felt the heat filling her and she ground her hips back to meet her lover's softly moving body. She squeezed the hands still laced in hers, "Fuck, Emma," the breathy entreaty left her on an exhale and her whole body tensed before she started to shudder and she gave another cry of her wife's name as she came explosively. Her whole body shaking as the clear cum burst from her in heavy jolts. Emma held her tightly, her whole body clenching as she pressed tightly, determined to stay inside this time as her lover's tight cunt milked her cock of every last drop. They stayed pressed tightly together as they came down from the high of their intimate connection.
Still breathing deeply, Regina shifted and let out a deep moan as her wife's still hard magic cock slipped out on a flood of mixed cum, "Fuck," she shivered and shifted onto her back, burying a hand in blonde hair and pulled her wife in for a softly passionate kiss.
As they eased out of the kiss Emma tossed the magic cock cuff onto her nightstand and wrapped her arms around her lover as Regina rolled mostly onto her side and snuggled into the warm strength of the woman who had given her everything and would yet still give more of herself if or when it was required.
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"Help me with the laces, darling?" Regina asked of her wife as the blonde stepped out of their walk-in closet. They were preparing for the New Year's ball in a few hours and Regina felt all the moisture in her body pool between her thighs at the visual of her wife in tightly fitted black pants, in only the tightly fitted black pants.
Emma was looking down as she tried to do up her own laces. Why they couldn't have been pants with a simple button and zip fly, or even a full button fly, she had no idea, "Sure, babe. Just give me a second." She glanced up as she finished the laces and her jaw dropped at the sight of her wife in her beautifully fitted dark blue dress. The neckline plunged and the fabric draped loosely over and around the swell of her stomach, still beautifully fitted to her, but with plenty of room for her ever expanding body to be comfortable. "You look…" she trailed as her brain tried to form appropriate words, "So good…" she finished with a sheepish smile when nothing more elegant would form.
Regina gave a smirk, she was long used to her wife's occasional loss for words and in truth found it more flattering than if the blonde could wax poetic when lost in these moments, there was something to be said for leaving your lover speechless. "My eyes are up here, darling," she softly teased, letting out a melodious laugh when hazel eyes jerked up to meet hers.
"I'd say I was sorry…buuuuuttt..." Emma flushed anyway, from arousal more than any kind of embarrassment. She stepped forward and laid gentle hands on her wife's hips, stepping into her space placing a light kiss against vibrantly painted lips.
Regina hummed into the kiss, tracing a teasing tongue across thin lips and pulling away just as her wife opened to grant her access, she pushed gently at the bare muscular chest, "We need to finish getting ready, much as I want to throw you down on the bed and ride every part of your body into a screaming orgasm…." she shuddered breathily and bit her lip, "We do have to be at Town Hall in 40 minutes." The first round of enchanted carriages were departing from the Town Hall courtyard and as Mayor and Sheriff, theirs was supposed to be the first to go. The brunette could only imagine the scandal if they were late for the event because they were busy fucking at home.
Emma groaned and had to forcefully pull herself away from the sexy smaller woman, "Right, ok. Yes," she shook her head and moved around behind her wife, "Ok, laces."
A ragged grunt left Regina's lips as her wife tugged at the black laces that ran from her lower back all the way to the base of her neck, "Later, when we get home though…." she let out an intentional deep, languid moan as Emma worked the laces slowly moving up until the fabric was tightly pulled together. Regina smoothed the fabric over the swell of her belly, happy with the support and pleased that it wasn't uncomfortably restricting like some of the other similar dress she'd worn over her many years, she blamed the lack of an actual corset.
Emma placed a single lingering kiss to her wife's shoulder, smiling against tanned flesh when a shiver ran through the brunette. She gave another appreciative glance down at the pushed up and together cleavage, "Phenomenal dress," she complemented with a last kiss to the column of her wife's neck. She forced herself to turn away and move back into the closet where the rest of her clothing still hung.
Regina smirked and after checking that her wife was busy in the walk-in closet she opened her wife's nightstand and slipped the leather magic cock cuff into her cleavage with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"You're late," Snow admonished when her daughter and daughter-in-law stepped into the courtyard. There was already a line of people waiting for the transportation to start and they shifted to and fro restlessly in the cold. Snow looked rather ridiculous in her voluminous dress, heavy fur coat, a clipboard in hand, pen tucked behind her ear and bluetooth headset in her ear
They'd gotten distracted when Emma had been pulling on her thigh high leather boots and Regina couldn't resist groping the tight ass on display, "We're threes minutes early, hardly late," the brunette insisted as she squirmed under the heavy wool coat she wore over her dress. She felt like she was burning up despite it being in the single digits. "Courtyard looks lovely, dear," Regina complimented as they took in the atmosphere.
Snow had really outdone herself this year, the whole courtyard was aglow in a soft wash of white from numerous floating, twinkling lights. Regina suspected fairy influence there as well. The lights reflected off of the white snow that covered everything in a couple inches of purity. A dozen ornate golden and green filigree covered horseless carriages sat waiting to be filled. Each carriage had the soft white lights at all four corners and a bundled and miserable looking fairy sat atop each one, for half a second Regina felt a little sorry for them. She frowned then as a wave of actual guilt washed through her. Huffing, she waved her hand to cast a warming bubble around each carriage, ensuring that not only would each fairy be kept warm atop their perch, but also the passengers as well. The fairies straightened and happily nodded their thanks to her.
"Lovely idea, Regina, thank you," Rheoul Ghorm joined the three of them looking fairly contrite that they'd not thought of a warming bubble themselves.
Regina gave a nod and made a face when Snow shoved a paper into her hands and walked away muttering into her headset franticly. She read over the paper and sighed, rubbing her her stomach as her child stirred inside, the paper crinkling against her coat as she did. Regina slid her arm through one of her wife's and sighed again as she held the paper before her, "Here ye, here ye," she rolled her eyes and tried, no really she did, to keep the scoff out of her voice. Emma wasn't so talented and she covered her snicker with a cough. "I, the fine Mayor of our little piece of…." she groaned as she read ahead a line, "No, I'm not doing this," she mumbled under her breath, tucking the paper into her pocket. In a louder voice, "Thank you for coming out tonight, I know it's cold so let's get this show on the road. Enjoy the evening and please remember to behave responsibly. If at any point you need anything, locate one of our... lovely... volunteers, they'll be wearing a blue pin," she gestured to Rheoul's chest where a jeweled pin was displayed attached to her dress, "Happy New Year and see you there." Regina spun on a heel and slipped an arm through her wife's again, moving to the lead carriage and with Emma's chivalrous assistance stepped inside. The carriages would hold eight people, but for the first trip in the lead carriage it would be just them.
"That was ridiculous," Regina huffed as they settled onto the bench seat at the rear of the carriage she pulled the paper out of her pocket and gleefully engulfed it in fire, smirking as it curled and darkened in her hand, the ridiculous lines fading away as the fire danced in her eyes.
Emma's lips twitched as she held back a smile at her wife's actions, "That bad huh?" She slipped an arm around her lover's waist and relaxed back into the cushioned seat.
Regina gave an annoyed huff as the carriage jerked into motion, "I refuse to ever say, 'little piece of paradise that you'll always find when you need it, inside your heart and warming your soul' she quoted the line from the paper that was now ash in her hand, she twirled her wrist and the ash swirled into a mini tornado of purple smoke and disappeared.
Emma gave a laugh and pushed aside the curtain, peering outside and waving to Ruby who kept pace with the slowly moving carriage. The three deputies were staged at the front middle and rear of the procession, assuring smooth travels and ready to offer assistance if needed. They would be making the trip each time the carriages traveled, though they would be enjoying the festivities in between the arrivals and departures later that night. "It'll be over soon enough," she released the curtain and the window was covered again and pushed her heavy red sleeve up to glance at her watch, "It's already...8:30…" she smiled sympathetically at her wife as Regina groaned and rubbed her stomach.
"I say we arrive, greet and then disappear for a little while. Find something…" she teased the inside of a muscled thigh and along the leather edge a boot cuff, "To entertain ourselves until I have to give the speech," she snapped the leather cuff, which she'd removed from her cleavage while the brunette was looking out the window, around a pale wrist.
Emma shuddered as her cock suddenly materialized in her already tight pants, "Jesus Christ, 'Gina," she squirmed and tried to tug the tight material further down her hips to create more space for her now burgeoning erection, "These pants are not made for this."
Regina gave an evil cackle and settled back into the seat. It wasn't more than another minute and the carriage slowed as it approached the hall. She couldn't hide the smirk as she observed that, despite much squirming, Emma left the cuff in place.
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Regina smiled exhaustedly and greeted yet another town member as the third of five waves strolled in. Snow had arrived along with David during this wave and she quickly snagged the pixie haired woman as the last family arrived through the door, "I'm done, you greet them," she tugged Snow toward the entryway, when the brunette started to protest, Regina gave an evil smirk, "I'm just so tired, carrying your grandchild and all…" she stroked the swell of her stomach and smiled softly at Snow,
A deep sigh and Snow nodded, she knew she was being manipulated, "Fine, but then you don't make me track you down for the speech later," she arched an eyebrow as she made the deal. Regina could often be difficult when she wanted to. The older brunette wasn't always thrilled to stand up and give speeches on hope and promise. It had after all never been her dream to run a kingdom, much less a town, even if she had embraced it with quite some vigor in her past.
The brunette gave a long suffering sigh but agreed to the deal and Snow nodded. Emma had stood and watched the little deal making go on. Content to stay in the background, her long jacket may have easily hid her straining erection, but she didn't dare to chance anything. The blonde smiled softly at her wife as Regina turned and appeared to drift across the floor and further into the hall. How she managed it at 5 months pregnant and in low heels, Emma had no idea. God knew she didn't look that graceful in heels ever. Shaking her head away from appreciating the sway of full hips and plump ass, she jogged to catch up to her wife.
They drifted towards the two tables laden with food. Eugenia circling around it, back and forth, as she set the finishing touches to the tables of mostly finger foods. There was another table set up across the room that held beverages. It wasn't the most ornate of Grand Halls, having just been finished before the cold winter had set in, but with it's high ceilings and dim lighting it sufficed. More fairy lights drifted across the room 20 feet in the air and added a certain charm to the room, even if Regina had to begrudgingly admit to it. Snow had covered the plain metal walls with numerous colorful tapestries that helped the room come together into a serviceably beautiful room. Regina saw the stage at the end then and gave long suffering sigh. It was directly across from the main doors and Snow had strung a black curtain high up behind it, creating a kind of back stage area, no doubt to allow for some grand entrance. She rolled her eyes at the thought and added some food to a plate. She smirked slightly as she watched her wife squirm beside her, subtly, but still squirming.
"What are we doing?" Emma asked finally as her wife filled a plate and strolled across the room towards the handful of tables and chairs set up in a corner.
Regina smiled as she fluffed out her dress with one hand and settled into a chair only a little awkwardly, "Eating, dear," she handed over a cucumber slice that had been topped in a crab mixture.
Emma took the slice with a growl, "I thought you wanted to...you know," she gestured to her straining pants. She shoved the food into her mouth and took the second that was pressed into her hand.
"We'll get there, darling. There's still hours yet to go and you really should keep up your strength," Regina glanced around the room at the milling people and over at the other tables, only two had people at them. She smiled innocently and slipped a hand beneath the table and under the cloth, stroking over a firm thigh and pretended to gasp in delight when she 'discovered' the hard cock in her lover's tight pants, "Why Sheriff, I didn't know you brought your nightstick along," she teased with a twinkle in her eye as she definitely didn't more or less fellate a carrot stick before biting into it.
Emma groaned as her wife's hand slowly stroked softly over her cock, massaging her through the material of her pants and not helping her situation. She watched the carrot slide in and out, in and out and found herself jealous of the damn thing, "Yeah, well," she clasped the hand in her own and fixed her wilily wife with a look, "Unless you plan to jerk me off right here…" she gave a startled yelp the small hand slid from hers and deft fingers tugged at the string of laces holding her pants shut, "I wasn't serious!" Her voice cracked and a few people turned to look.
Regina grinned and removed her hand altogether, happy to have called her wife's bluff, she chuckled and picked up a pig in a blanket, "Ohh cheese," she all but cooed when she bit into it.
Despite the situation, Emma grinned at her wife as the brunette appreciated another hotdog and biscuit piece, "Careful, Your Majesty," she teased, "Your evil is showing," she snagged one of the remaining pigs in a blanket and cheekily smiled at the outraged look her wife gave her.
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It was 11:30 and very close to Regina's go time of 11:45 for her speech just before the New Year and Emma was still left with a straining erection. Despite a long evening of teasing touches and a couple of dances where the brunette had stood just a little too close, rubbed against her just a little much. Their third and final dance had been just a few minutes ago. Regina had turned in her wife's arms, leaning back against her as they gently swayed and stepped around the room. It gave the impression of the couple sweetly dancing together in a way that let them be pressed close together even with the brunette's pregnant belly, but in reality it allowed the older woman to press against her wife's straining member and grind softly against her.
Just as she was starting to seriously consider removing the magic cuff, Regina appeared and tugged her smoothly behind the curtain of the stage, "We've got 10 minutes, make them count," she shoved her blonde wife to her knees, leaned against the wall and hiked the dress up to her hips.
Emma groaned when slick, arousal swollen folds were revealed. Her lover had removed her panties at some point and was dripping down her thighs in her excitement, "Fuck, babe," without hesitation she gripped rounded hips and pulled her wife's swollen centre to her mouth as she leaned forward and met her halfway.
Regina bit her lip, stifling a languid groan as she buried her hands in blonde hair and rolled her hips into the warm mouth encircling her clit, "Quickly if you want me to do something about your hard cock," she panted out quietly as she slipped a leg over a muscled shoulder. Three fingers slid inside and curled, stroking hard against her already swollen front wall. She bit back a whimper when a tongue flicked against her clit through the suction.
Emma gripped a shaking tanned knee and further increased her movements. It took only another minute and her wife was coming with a strangled groan. Emma tilted her head, listening for anyone to have heard, it was hard to focus and she moaned into her wife's hot cunt as she swallowed down what she could of the hot ejaculate that burst from her lover. She couldn't get it all and some covered her chest and dripped to the floor.
Regina shuddered as her orgasm tapered off. Her wife softly flexing the fingers buried inside and drawing her through the pleasure wracking her body. She started to slide down the wall and Emma stood, her dress falling back over her hips and legs. Her blonde lover wrapped strong arms around her and helping her sit comfortably on a empty plastic equipment container. She sighed in contentment, "Thank you, that was quite lovely," she swiped away an imaginary piece of lint from her dress and smoothed it out as she flicked a wrist and cleaned her orgasm from the floor and her wife's clothes. Choosing to leave her thighs pleasantly coated. Emma cleared her throat then and Regina turned mischievous eyes to her, cocking an eyebrow, "Did you need something, dear? She teased as though she didn't know.
Emma gave a serviceable glare and unbuttoned her red jacket, revealing the straining bulge in her pants. Regina hummed lowly at the lovely image all but framed by the tall leather boots, "Looks to me, like you have a problem there, darling," she leaned forward and kissed the bright white material of her wife's shirt at the base of her stomach, just above the low rise of the pants.
Regina started to work at the laces and suddenly the curtains parted and a pixie haired head poked through, "Oh my God!" The head disappeared and Regina jerked back as Emma hastened to fasten her jacket back.
The brunette cleared her throat and tried to smile apologetically as her blushing wife shoved the now removed magic cock cuff into her pocket, "Later I promise, darling," she husked and stood from her seat to place a soft kiss to pink lips. "It's all clear now, Snow," she called and the head reappeared slowly, followed by her mother-in-laws body.
"Couldn't have picked any better a time? Like at home maybe?" She chastised, "It's time for you to give your speech," she glanced at the small silver watch she wore, "Two minutes and make sure you watch the timing you don't want to finish before midnight."
The small woman almost sounded frantic and Regina couldn't help her kind smile, "Sorry, hormones you know…" she truly hated blaming her behaviors on hormones, but she did find it occasionally convenient and nobody tended to ask questions when she did.
True to form, Snow rolled her eyes but nodded and gave a knowing smile, she'd been there a time or two herself, when carrying both her adult child and her toddler at home, "Yes, yes, whatever, just get ready," she slipped back out, her voice drifting back through, "Don't think I'll forget that I had to find you by the way."
"I'm truly sorry, my love," Regina moved back to her wife, the blonde had taken her seat on the plastic case and the brunette stepped between strong thighs, tangling her hands in shaggy blonde hair, "I'll make it up to you," she leaned in a placed a slow kiss to her wife's lips.
"Seriously!" Snow's voice broke them apart and Regina smoothed at her dress, folding her hands over her swollen stomach. She smiled sheepishly at her mother-in-law glaring down at them from the stage.
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"And so we must move on towards our future, looking forward to all the wonderful opportunities we have looming on the horizon and remember that life is ours to embrace and never give up, never surrender!" Regina slipped the reference in at the last moment, smiling at the gathered citizens and definitely not at her choking with laughter wife that she could hear standing just slightly behind her. She'd laced the speech with so many different movie and literature lines that had Emma turning red to control her amusement the whole time. The last one though, had nearly undone the blonde. Regina didn't even like the campy space movie that Emma had made her sit through a couple of years ago.
A loud gong sounded as David started striking the golden hanging shield in time to his wife's swinging arm as he counted down the last 10 seconds of the New Year.
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Gong.
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Gong.
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Gong.
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Gong.
Gong.
The crowd cheered and the town's clock tower could be faintly heard in the background, "Happy New Year!" Regina shouted above the din and raised the glass of apple juice Snow had pressed into her hand halfway through the speech. She sighed and begrudgingly admitted a sense of peace and happiness at watching her people happily celebrating the new year. With a final look over the crowd she stepped back from the podium and headed for the rear of the stage. She took her wife's offered hand and stepped through the held aside curtain, stepping gracefully down the stairs.
The curtain swished behind them and as the final chime sounded from the clock tower they heard the door to the hall slam open.
Regina shivered as familiar magic permeated the room around them. She gasped and glanced up at her wife. Emma poked her head back through and stared in shock as a deep husky voice reached through the curtain and tugged at her very soul.
A dark figure glided through the doors and into the room, "Sorry, I'm late."
A/N: Totally not even a little sorry. In case you were wondering :)