Chapter 4
Remember who you are
(Mufasa)
My skin is damp with sweat when I awake. The room is tinted in a reddish light. It's shining through the lock in the door.
Then I hear her. Throaty moans and heavy breathing. I instinctively know they are signs of pleasure, not pain.
My body reacts to it like a dog to it's Master's command.
I throb. I pulse. I groan.
The sounds from the other side of the door become louder.
It is then I realize she might have someone in there with her. There must be. I can't picture the Queen lowering herself to gratification through her own hand.
An unknown sensation cramps throughout me. Waves of anger wash over me. I hate the thought of a man touching her. I dont want anyone to touch her. Anyone but me.
I tremble. The candle next to my bed lights up a white flame. It flickers. The movement of my hand makes wax splatter all over the chamber.
It is hard for me to control my Magic when I am agitated.
Magic can lead to darkness
The blue Fairy's words echo in my head.
Is that why the Queen has turned Evil? She gave into the temptation of Magic?
What if one time she was just like me? A Princess with an unwanted gift of Magic?
What happened to her? Why did she do the bad things she did?
I hear her moan again. It is unbearable. With a sigh I pull the pillow over my ears to silence the sounds.
It doesn't help. It doesn't help because although I don't hear them. I still know they are there!
I get up. My heartbeat speeds up as I drop to my knees and press my right eye close to the door lock.
Her entire bed chamber is tinted into dimmed red light.
My mouth is dry when I swallow my breath.
The sight before me is out of this world. I know the image will be stuck within my mind for as long as I shall live.
There is nobody with her. The Queen is alone.
She is naked as on the day she was born. Her breasts bounce when she moves.
The construction underneath her resembles the one the equerry put me on as a little girl when I was learning to ride.
It's a leather saddle on a wooden rack. Only that her saddle is different from any I have ever seen.
At the front part there is something attached to it. That leather thing glistens with moisture as it glides partly in and out of her.
She moans. Her hips rock back and forth, up and down. One of her hands cups her breasts, while the other holds on to the strange saddle.
I am pulsing. Not only between my thighs where I am slick with moisture within seconds. My whole body is pulsing, shivering with desire. Watching her is the greatest pleasure I have experienced ever.
Her movements become rapid. Her breath is nothing but loud, fast groans.
My fingers glide underneath my nightgown.I rub myself in the same rhythm the Queens rides the saddle. Faster and faster she moves. Then suddenly she stills and a last sound dies deep in her throat.
My insides clench as intense pleasure rocks throughout me. Lights, red and purple and white flash in front of my partly closed eyes. I collapse on the cold floor and drift away within a few heartbeats.
I awake with sore joints.
"Swan!"
I jump up. Hectically, I exchange the nightgown with my dress and run my fingers through my hair.
"Swan! Get here now!"
In my panic I open the door with magic instead of using my hand that is still trying to tame tangled curls.
The door slams open.
"Swan, I swear, if you -" The Queen stops in the middle of her threat and stares at me.
"I am sorry, I slept in, your majesty."
I kneel and lower my head, feeling unpleasant heat warm my cheeks.
"Get up. How did you do that?"
She grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me up. Her grip tightens.
"How did I do w-w-what?"
"Don't act stupid. It is nothing that works with me. Did you secretly look into one of my books yesterday?"
I stutter again. She is too intimidating when she is angry like this.
"I don't know what y-y-you mean."
"The door, you lying waste of a handmaid. You used magic to open it."
My face is beet red when I look up at her face.
She laughs. I don't understand what there is to laugh about now.
"You are embarrassed. One could think you are ashamed, but that would be ridiculous."
"I don't want to use magic. It just happens sometimes. It is like I have little control over it."
The Queen walks around me and looks me over. She makes me nervous.
"Why did you try to hide from me that you are capable of doing magic?"
"It's nothing that I am proud of, your majesty. Having magic is a bad thing."
The Queen laughs again. Her hand reaches forward to tug a strand of my rebellious hair beneath my ear. i shiver when her fingertip touches my skin for a second.
"Who told you such nonsense? Your parents?"
I hesitate before I murmur the word "fairies".
"Fairies? Annoying little creatures with silly wings and glitter dust."
The corner of my mouth twitches. At least fairies are only capable of performing good magic.
She orders me to bring her breakfast from the kitchen. I stand and watch her eat it with great appetite.
I can't keep my eyes off her mouth. She kissed me with these lips. If I concentrate I can still feel them.
Sinful heat reddens my skin.
The Queen holds up the apple she just took a bite out.
"Let's see how much you can do. Shall we?"
She holds the apple out to me.
"Make it whole again."
"How?"
"You have to concentrate. Close your eyes. It might help."
I squeeze my eyes shut and jump a little when I feel her fingers on my wrist. She stands so close to me that I smell the perfumed scent of her skin. Her breath is warm when it touches my ear.
The apple on my palm suddenly feels sizzling hot. I cry out in pain and let go.
The Queen laughs. Her impressive chest quivers.
Whatever is left of the apple is a blackened ashball on the floor.
"Not bad for a beginner, Swan."
"I don't wish to use magic, your majesty. It just calls to me."
"You are a silly girl. If something calls to you….you have to give in. You have to embrace what you desire."
I hold my breath when her lips touch the palm of my hand.
The burning sensation changes into a slight prickle of desire.
I want to feel her mouth on mine again. The wish makes the muscles in my abdomen tighten.
"Do you wish me to teach you magic?"
I smile and mean it.
The next days and nights, I don't get much rest.
The Queen develops a fondness for teaching me.
I have a fondness for being near her as much as I can. It brings me joy to make her proud.
For the first time learning something comes easy to me.
It is like I was designed to practice magic.
When I manage to turn the core into a sweet-smelling red apple again, she wraps her arms around my waist.
I moan unwillingly when her lips touch mine a sole heartbeat long.
"My Queen," I stutter. I want to tell her to kiss me again. I want to tell her how I wish to share her bed with her. I want to tell her how the mere thought of her fills me with heat and desire.
I don't dare to. Instead I ask for her permission to go to my chamber.
There I press my face against the pillow to suffocate cries of frustration.
It's the night before my birthday. Maybe that's what makes me too emotional.
I miss home.
In a wave of sentimental self pity I pull out mother's ring and look at it.
What would my parents think if they knew where I am? If they knew that I am letting the Evil Queen teach me magic? For a moment I wonder what would shock them more.
The fact that I am learning magic or the fact that I wish to have the Queen teach me much more intimate things than it.
"Swan!"
I stuff the ring into the pocket of my apron and rush into the queen's bed chamber.
"My Queen?"
"Are you well?"
I nod my head. The worried tone of her voice surprises me.
"Yes, my Queen."
"You are not upset because I kissed you again. Are you?
My face turns hot. I can see how crimson my cheeks look when I peak into one of the mirrors behind her.
"I like when you kiss me."
She steps closer and cups my jaw with her hand. Her thumb caresses my bottom lip
"So do I."
I feel her lips on mine and instinctively open my mouth to permit her tongue entrance.
The Queen groans. Her hand holds me around the waist while her tongue circles the tip of mine.
Within seconds I am wet between my thighs. I am pulsing.
I moan in frustration when she breaks the contact of our lips.
"Share my bed with me."
She pulls me with her and sits down at the very edge of the bed. Her robe glides down her shoulder, exposing bare skin beneath the black silk.
"You are beautiful."
"Only on the outside, Swan. Only on the outside. Now, come."
I hold my breathe as I sit down next to her.
She pulls me closer against her warm body until I am sitting on her lap.
My sweaty fingers touch her soft skin. She sucks in her breathe when my fingertips get close to the roundness of her breasts.
Their flesh is warm. The tips are hard and get harder under my caress.
She tugs and pulls on my dress, making the bodice tear. It doesn't take long until the remainder of our clothing ends on the marble floor.
My Queen is bold. Her moist lips taste my blushed skin all over my body.
I moan when she swipes it around one of my nipples.
"Touch me."
Her hand guides mine between her legs. She is so soft and wet here. I can't stop my curious fingers from rubbing and exploring.
My Queen makes beautiful sounds of pleasure.
"Inside."
I slowly slide first one, then a second finger inside her. She is hot and tight here.
Her hips move back and forth. I remember her riding the strange saddle.
I use my other hand to rub her above her entrance while I continue thrusting my fingers into her.
Hectic breathing turns into a soundless cry.
I can feel her pulsing around my fingers.
She holds on to so tight that her nails leave marks on my shoulder.
She holds on to so tight that her nails leave marks on my shoulder.
"You. Are. Mine."
I don't resist when she parts my legs and kneels between them. Her lips kiss me right below my belly button.
I moan.
Lights flickers.
Wax splatters from the chandeliers as I lit and extinguish the candles.
She hums.
Her mouth moves lower...lower and I hold my breathe.
The lips touch my most intimate parts. Her tongue swirls and curls over throbbing flesh.
My legs stiffen. My insides tremble. Then, there is nothing but sweet, sweet release running through my veins.
I cry. I tremble.
She is right.
I am hers in every way possible.
" Are you well?"
I nod and sit up straight in her bed.
"I never...I didn't even know it was possible for a pair of women to-"
"Pleasure one another?"
I want to say love instead of pleasure but the word stays in my mind.
"You are a dear thing. Let me get you some wine. It will loosen your shy tongue a bit."
She laughs and gets up. A moment later she cries out in discomfort. The Queen has stepped on something hard.
Unfortunately, the hard thing is mother's ring.
"Why do you have this?"
The warmth in her voice is gone. It's replaced with anger now.
"Answer me. NOW!"
"I stole it."
"But why do you still have it? Anyone right in their head would have sold the ring"
I don't know what to say. I feel cornered.
"Get up!"
Her magic forces my body out of the bed. She blinks and both of us are dressed again.
"Why did you keep this?"
"To sell."
"God damn it, Swan. You are a sad excuse for a liar."
She pulls me in front of a full length mirror and taps mother's ring against the crystal.
Purplish smoke clouds the mirror. When it sinks down I can look through the mirror like it were an open window. A window straight into my room back home.
Mother and father are sitting on my bed. She's crying against his shoulder.
"It's her birthday. She should be here. Emma's room is so empty without her."
Their image blurs. My eyes fill with tears.
Glass crushes.
"I don't understand this. Did you work for the princess?"
I shake my head no, unable to bring out words.
"Unlike you the mirror never lies. It was commanded to show me where you come from. Why in heaven's name is it showing me Princess Emma's chambers?"
She grabs me hard by the shoulders. The softness in her eyes is gone.
I sob.
"You vicious little liar! Who are you? Are you one of Snow's spies? I shall rip your tongue out and send it to her in a box."
I panic. She's not really going to do that. Is she?
"I am not a spy. I swear-"
"Lies!"
"I am not lying...not anymore. The mirror shows the princess's room because it was mine. I am Princess Emma."
Her grip on me tightens. She shakes me.
"Guards!!! Guards!!!"