When Emma thought of Enchanted Forest dungeons, she didn't think dark reds, pleasantly dim lights, plush chaise lounges and a wall of whips and paddles and riding crops she doubted were used on horses. Regina had poofed them to a private, cage-less dungeon that was well-maintained just like Regina's bedchamber. The dungeon she'd been in the last time she was in the Enchanted Forest had a dirt floor and was underground. The dungeon she stood naked in with an equally naked Regina had polished flooring that also matched the woman's bedchamber.
"You really do have a kinky sex dungeon," Emma noted as she continued to look around, in awe of the décor and the promise of sweaty hot fun times to come.
"Of course," Regina replied as though that was most obvious thing in the world. "What did you expect?"
"I've seen the dungeons here. I've had the misfortune of being locked up in one, remember," she asked, but Emma didn't wait for an answer. "That's what I expected."
Regina scrunched up her nose and twisted her lips with distaste before she said, "The peasants are placed there as punishment before they face the consequences of their crimes. They sweat, bleed, cry, sometimes they even urinate there. Why would I ever think to have sex in such a disgusting place?"
"Well, when you put it like that," Emma smirked.
Regina brought her hand up to her hair and pulled it away from her face. She briefly lifted it off her shoulders, back, and breasts before she let it fall onto her flushed skin again. Emma was already hot and sweaty from their activities in the bedchamber so she could only imagine how sticky with sweat Regina was after two orgasms of her own not long before she exerted herself to reciprocate for Emma's much enjoyed benefit.
"Tell me, dear," Regina said and started to slide the blade of the dagger near the tip up and down her outer thigh at an almost lazy pace. "In this other world of yours, do I not have a dungeon?"
"I wouldn't know, but I've always wondered," Emma admitted.
"You and I haven't…?" Regina motioned between them with the dagger as she asked the question she didn't need to finish.
"No, not there."
"But…you're very attuned to my body."
Emma smiled. "I'm really good at reading people."
Regina rolled her eyes and brought the dagger back down to her side. Emma's eyes followed the movement of Regina's hand and she stared at it a moment longer before she looked up at the artillery of sexual weapons mounted and lit up against the framed red velvet wall behind the brunette. Regina looked over her own shoulder a few seconds later and smiled fondly at the selection.
"Take your pick," Regina offered before she looked at Emma again. "Normally, I don't allow my lovers to choose what I use on them. You should feel honored."
Emma nearly bounced on her feet with the heady rush of another fantasy she was about to bring to life. She knew without a doubt that Disney had it all wrong. Sex with Regina was a fairytale, not Snow White's happily ever after with Prince Charming. She grinned at the brunette and didn't hesitate to answer, "Riding crop."
Regina quirked an eyebrow as her lips formed a tight and crooked grin. The expression almost made the woman glow with amusement and satisfaction and maybe some form of happiness. "I'm pleasantly surprised. Why is that your choice?"
"I hear you're an excellent rider," Emma replied and lacked any hesitance yet again.
Regina's lips parted when her grin spread and she flashed her teeth before she turned to the wall and grabbed the riding crop from where it was fastened by a small, metal hook under the handle. She sauntered across the room toward Emma with the dagger in one hand and the riding crop in the other. Emma committed the incredible sight to memory.
"Is that what you want, Emma? Do you want me to ride you?"
"God yes," she exhaled.
Regina smirked and closed the space between them. She flicked the riding crop against the underside of Emma's chin before she turned and stepped toward a piece of furniture near one corner of the room that Emma hadn't noticed earlier. "On the horse," Regina instructed as she stopped in front of the bench-like structure.
Emma sputtered as she watched Regina tap the black cushion on top with the riding crop before her eyes looked down at the dark wood that made up the legs of the horse. Black straps hung off the sides of the horse, untied but ready to use if desired. She desperately wanted to try it out, but she wasn't sure she was ready for more bondage. "I'm fine laying on the floor," she said.
"Are you uncomfortable," Regina asked with a frown.
"I want to, but I can't…" Emma trailed off and flailed a hand at the horse as she struggled to complete her sentence.
"I don't have to restrain you, dear," Regina said. "I just thought the surface would be a little more comfortable than the floor. There are chairs here, too, but I've been known to ride hard and fast at times. It's easier to fall off the chair than it would be to fall off the horse."
"I…"
Regina smiled, her eyes bright with both warmth and mischief. She raised the dagger and commanded, "Don't be shy. Come here and feel it for yourself."
Unable to resist the order, Emma walked over to the horse and reached out to touch it. She ran her hand over the top cushion where she would lay if she agreed to it and then looked down at the cushions that covered the wooden boards a little lower on either side of the horse. The straps were tucked between the top cushion and the side boards and it reminded Emma of stirrups, but with less restriction and more leg room.
"It's nice," Emma confessed. "But…letting you tie to me to your headboard when I could just magic myself out of the ropes is different from doing this while you have the dagger. I won't be able to use a safe word if you have complete control over me."
"Do you trust me," Regina asked after she lowered the dagger and set it on top of the horse.
Emma felt a tiny sense of relief once Regina's hand released the dagger. She could tell she was in control of herself again, no outside influence to affect her in any way. "I trust you in my world. I'm not so sure I trust the woman willing to cast the Dark Curse."
Regina nodded and took one of Emma's hands in hers. The brunette pulled her in and turned her so her back was to the horse. Regina reached behind Emma and moved the dagger from the top of horse to one of the side boards. When the woman's hand was free again, she placed it on Emma's hip and said, "Sit down."
Emma just stared at her.
Regina flashed her another smile, one that was surprisingly not at all devious, and said, "You're free to do whatever you want, but I hope you will at least humor me."
Emma looked deep into brown eyes and while she knew the Regina that stood in front of her was different from the woman she'd become friends with in Storybrooke, she almost swore she saw the softer side of the brunette where she stood in the Evil Queen's sex dungeon with a woman she knew had slaughtered entire villages, had attempted to kill her mother on several occasions, and had later attempted to kill her with a poisoned apple turnover. Maybe Emma was only able to see that softer side because she'd seen the kind of mother Cora was, what Regina had lost before she'd gone down the wrong path and how it probably felt as invigorating as Emma's descent into darkness felt.
Emma leaned back and set her palms on the top cushion for leverage as she pulled herself onto the horse. She spread her legs as she straddled the cushion, her glistening sex wonderfully close to Regina's gorgeous face. She noticed the way brown eyes broke away from her gaze to look between her thighs and how Regina's eyes sparkled with craving.
Regina collected herself after a moment and met her eyes again before she continued with her next course of action. "Lie back."
Emma took a deep breath and decided to oblige. So much for not being obedient. When she was on her back, she turned her head to the side and looked down her body at Regina where the woman continued to stand in front of her spread legs.
Regina put her free hand on Emma's thigh and slid it up from her knee to her hip, kept it there for a few seconds and then moved it back down toward her knee. She brought the riding crop in her other hand up to Emma's eye level before the woman twirled it around in her hand so the handle faced Emma as it was held out to her. "Take it."
Emma furrowed her brow, but accepted the riding crop anyway while Regina continued to stroke her thigh.
"Test it out on yourself. Run it over your thighs, your stomach, your breasts." Regina paused as she moved her hand up to Emma's sex and slipped two fingers through her wet folds before she added, "Test it here."
Emma's eyes slipped closed and sighed as Regina's fingers continued to tease her cunt a little while longer. Eventually, the other woman removed her hand and waited for Emma to do what she'd suggested, which immediately made her miss the contact and willing to do just about anything to get it back.
Regina smirked at her and brought her fingers—the ones coated with Emma's arousal—to her mouth. The Queen licked the length of her finger before she sucked them clean one at a time.
"Oh my god," Emma moaned and tightened her grip on the riding crop.
Regina chuckled and stepped back between Emma's legs. She placed her hands on Emma's knees and started to massage them. Emma was in heaven and it caused her grip to loosen on the riding crop. She almost dropped it as she continued to stare at Regina and relax into her touch. She spread her legs a little more when she couldn't buck her hips, but Regina only grinned and pulled her hands away.
Emma groaned and felt her lips downturn into a frown she hoped didn't look more like a pout. Dark Ones didn't pout.
"Use the riding crop," Regina said.
"I'd rather have your hands on me."
"You're the one that wants to use the riding crop."
"Yes, but—"
"And you don't trust me so I'm giving you time to figure out what you like and don't like. If you communicate to me what you do and don't want done to you with the riding crop, you might feel better letting me have the dagger."
Emma blinked, shocked at Regina's consideration. "You aren't…you aren't just going to use the dagger and will me to do whatever you want me to, or take whatever pleasure or pain you want to inflict on me?"
"Well, I certainly don't want to piss off the future Dark One," Regina smiled, but Emma still stared at her with uncertainty. "But…in all honesty, I know what it's like to be used. Physically, emotionally. I also know what it's like to use others the same way. There are some people I enjoy hurting, but I'll admit that you aren't one of them."
"Why?"
"I have no idea. Maybe it has something to do with us knowing each other in another world, another life. Maybe you remind me what it feels like to not be a destructive monarch the people named the Evil Queen."
Emma smiled and pointed the riding crop at the brunette as she said, "You don't like the 'E' word where I'm from either."
"I suppose it's good to know some things don't change."
Emma bit her bottom lip before she told Regina, "A lot changes."
Regina frowned and briefly looked off in the distance. When the woman didn't meet her eyes after some time, Emma reached out with the riding crop and tapped it against Regina's cheek. She pressed it into soft skin as a way to encourage the brunette to look at her and she was thankfully successful.
"Am I happy," Regina asked. "In your world. Am I happy there?"
"Some days. But I—" she stopped herself before she could say I did everything I could to make sure you got a chance at your happy ending and instead continued on to say, "You have a reason to live other than trying to kill Snow White. You have someone there you love and who loves you."
"Someone?"
Emma nodded. "He's everything. If I didn't know that first hand, it'd still be true because those were your words."
"He," Regina repeated. "What about you?"
Emma inhaled a little too sharply and tried to downplay her reaction with a smile, but it was a halfhearted cover up that she was sure looked more like a sad smile than reassuring one. She didn't know how to explain Henry to the other woman. Even if present day Regina never remembered that moment, she didn't know how to explain to the Queen who was hell-bent on revenge that she would one day have a son they shared. But they weren't together.
When words failed her, Emma pulled the riding crop away from Regina and placed the end of it between her own breasts. Her sad smile curled into a smirk and she slowly started to slide the riding crop down her torso before she gently slapped her sex with it. She pushed it further down between her legs and let it collect some of her arousal. She lifted it off herself and then smacked it against her ribs with enough force to sting and leave behind a faint red mark. Emma watched Regina's sour mood return to her previously hot and bothered state and then coated the riding crop again before she smacked one of her nipples with it. She stared directly into Regina's eyes as she moaned in response.
"Hit me like that," Emma instructed. "Not too hard, but don't be afraid to hit me in the same place more than once. Anywhere but the face."
Regina grinned.
"You can fuck me or tell me to fuck myself," she added before she slapped her pelvic bone with the riding crop. "I don't like name calling. If you want to use any names, I'll respond to Emma or Miss Swan. Not Swan, not Dark One, not slut or bitch."
Regina brushed her fingers against Emma's closed fist around the riding crop and pried her hand open before she laced their fingers and trapped the handle of the riding crop between them. She reached for Emma's other hand and joined them as well before she used Emma to help her onto the sideboards of the horse. Once she had a foot on either cushioned board, she lowered herself onto Emma's stomach and pressed her bent knees into the side of the top cushion. She then let go of Emma's hand and picked up the dagger. She temporarily placed it in Emma's free hand before she said, "Feet up."
Emma raised her knees and set her heels on the ends of the sideboards, but it was as far as she could reach comfortably without tucking her feet back and pressing the tops of them into the cushions. "Hold on," she warned and then pushed off her heels to slide further up the horse. Her hips lifted off the horse and Regina instinctively pressed a hand to the valley between her breasts in order to help keep her balance as they moved together.
Once they were settled, Regina took the riding crop from her and inspected the tip before she flipped the riding crop around and used it to feel around between Emma's legs. She successfully slid it between her spread folds a few times before she pulled it away and brought it between them again so they could both see that it was coated. A moment later, Regina pressed it to Emma's lips and held it in place.
"Have a taste," Regina suggested.
Emma opened her mouth and licked the riding crop before she sucked it clean. She kept her eyes on Regina the entire time and only moaned when she saw the other woman grin and closed her eyes as she rolled her hips forward. Emma felt Regina's slick heat against her stomach and she bit down on the riding crop as she moaned again, louder and with a much greater need, and closed her eyes as well.
Emma sheathed the dagger between the top of the horse and one of the sideboards and grabbed Regina's hips. She pulled Regina forward again to feel her slide against her stomach again and the Queen thankfully obliged. As she felt Regina's arousal on her skin, she released the riding crop that Regina didn't hesitate to fully reclaim and then use it to smack one of her thighs.
"Inside," Regina instructed after the smack and Emma slipped two fingers between her stomach and Regina's sex before the other woman greedily accepted them.
Regina's hand pressed down harder between her breasts and Emma grunted in discomfort. She let Regina impale herself on her fingers a few more times before she decided she couldn't handle the pressure on her chest any longer. "Give me your hand," Emma said and held out an open palm to Regina.
Regina continued to ride her fingers, but she removed her hand from Emma's chest and placed it in the hand offered to her. She automatically threaded their fingers and then pressed her weight down on their joined hands as she sped up her pace.
"Perfect," Emma said almost like a hum.
Regina's breathing quickened and her lips fell open as she briefly tipped her head back and slammed herself down harder on Emma's fingers. She let out little cries and made Emma's fingers plunge deeper into herself.
Emma squeezed Regina's hand and whimpered at the sight of bouncing breasts, pure pleasure on the woman's face, and magnificent muscles flexing.
Regina leaned forward and bowed over her a little so her breasts almost swung right into Emma's face with every forward rock of the brunette's hips. Emma suddenly couldn't take her eyes off dark nipples as they moved back and forth, closer and then farther away like a pendulum.
Emma licked her lips and roughly swallowed as she continued to stare. Regina's body was incredible. The way she moved was mesmerizing. The Queen really was an excellent rider. A slap to the side of her ass broke Emma out of her thoughts and her eyes found Regina's.
"Clit," Regina demanded.
Emma maneuvered her thumb into place and the next time Regina lowered herself back onto her fingers, her thumb brushed the other woman's clit. She was immediately rewarded with a loud, sharp moan. The Queen's breathing was labored. It was erratic and heavy and intoxicating.
Regina shifted above her and Emma felt her thumb press a little harder against the woman's clit the next time they made contact. She swiped at the bundle of nerves the best that she could and managed to make a half-circle before Regina lifted herself. Emma repeated the motion every time Regina came down and it drove the Queen wild.
Regina's previously smooth, fluid movements became jerky as she sped up again and bowed forward a little more. Her breasts smacked Emma in the face once before Emma had the sense to lower their joined hands so Regina was closer to her. The new position caused Emma's bicep to burn as it took more strength to hold Regina steady while she rode Emma's fingers. It was strenuous, but worth it. Regina's breasts slid against her upper torso and occasionally grazed her own breasts. Their breath mingled, hot and sticky against their lips, chins, and noses.
Regina slapped her thigh with the riding crop once, twice. "Buck," the woman said.
Emma whimpered and pushed off her heels to buck her hips. She felt another slap against her sex and she groaned.
"Again," Regina said.
Emma panted as the burning in her arm intensified. The dagger laid untouched against the side of the horse. She didn't have to do anything Regina asked.
But she gripped Regina's hand tighter and bucked again.
Then it was Regina who whimpered.
"Kiss me," Emma breathlessly said.
Regina thrust forward a few more times, her gaze locked on Emma's, before she crashed their lips together and adjusted her movements to keep them pressed together in a kiss. Seconds later, Regina parted her lips as she gasped and Emma felt the woman clench around her fingers.
Emma pushed her tongue into Regina's open mouth and claimed her it a searing kiss. It didn't last long before Regina turned her head and buried it in the crook of her neck.
"Em-ma," Regina cried out as she came.
The Queen slowed her hips as she let her orgasm take over her, waves of pleasure that rippled through the brunette and caused her to shake.
"Ungh," Emma groaned when Regina bit her shoulder as the intensity of the brunette's orgasm passed.
As Emma's arm started to numb, she moved their joined hands toward Regina's thigh and disentangled their fingers. Regina let go and rested her hand against the edge of the right sideboard and kept herself from completely crushing Emma with her weight, which Emma appreciated even though she knew the other woman wouldn't have been too heavy.
Regina gave her a slight reprieve without prompting after only the sound of their breathing was heard. The brunette ran her tongue over the bite mark and she kissed it a short time later.
Emma hummed and slid her hand up Regina's side before she combed her fingers through long, brunette hair.
"God, you're beautiful," Emma dreamily blurted out.
Regina lifted her head from Emma's shoulder and pulled back far enough to look into green eyes. She smiled and Emma felt her heart expand. Regina's cheeks warmed and turned a rosy pink that Emma found adorable.
"You have admirable stamina," Regina complimented her in response.
Emma chuckled and said, "I was highly motivated. I wanted to keep up with you."
Regina hummed and kissed her. Emma tangled a hand in the woman's hair, but she realized her fingers were still inside the Queen when she tried to grab her hip. She started to pull out, but the riding crop snapped down on her thigh near her knee. She hissed and looked up at Regina as they parted from their kiss.
"I was still enjoying that," Regina explained.
"You want to go again? Because we can do that."
"No," Regina answered and sat up. "I can't do that again. I think that's my last orgasm for the night."
Emma frowned.
"Don't look so disappointed," Regina continued. "That last one was…a little violent. Anything more and I'll overstimulate myself."
"But that's when it gets interesting," Emma grinned.
Regina laughed and replied, "I have no interest in blacking out, but I do have an interest in seeing you squirm. What do you say, dear?" Regina pulled the dagger out from where it was nestled against the horse. "Are you ready to give up all control?"
Emma stared at the dagger for a moment before she redirected her attention Regina. She smiled and said, "I'm all yours."
"Just what I wanted to hear," Regina smirked and climbed off her to stand beside the horse.
Emma waited for Regina to do something, but she just continued to stare for another minute before she slowly walked her way around the horse. She felt the Queen's eyes on her and they left a trail of heat wherever they looked. By the time Regina was on the other side of the horse, Emma was sufficiently impatient and on edge.
"What will you have me do," Emma asked.
Regina's eyes scanned over her from breasts to cunt and Emma's breath caught in her throat when she saw the other woman lick her lips. There was a long moment of anticipation before the momentary silence between them was broken.
"Touch yourself," Regina commanded.
Emma's hands went to her stomach. She felt the pool of arousal that was evidence of Regina's orgasm and kept her eyes fixated on Regina's gaze as she moved her hands up to her chest. She swiped her fingers over her nipples and arched her back. She wiggled around on the horse as she struggled to find relief and closed her legs. She rubbed them together while she rolled her nipples between her fingers and just as she started to feel a small bit of the relief she craved, she felt her body turn against her before she heard the next command.
"Legs open. Nice and wide, Emma. I want to see you."
Her knees pulled apart and Emma immediately felt a breeze against her clit. She let out a strangled groan and furrowed her brow. Her thighs twitched the longer she had to keep her sex on display, unable to feel pressure in all the right places. Out of desperation, she released one of her nipples and slid her hand between her legs. She contentedly sighed as she drew tight circles over her clit with two fingers.
She brought the hand on her breast to her mouth and licked two of her fingers before she rubbed them over her nipple again. She pinched the same nipple and pushed off her heels to lift her hips off the horse so she could rock her hips against the hand between her thighs. Her eyes slipped closed just as she noticed Regina step toward the other end of the horse. She wasn't sure where Regina stopped until she felt the brunette's hands on her calves, one of them a fist that was still clenched around the dagger except for two fingers and a thumb that uncurled just to be able to feel Emma up.
"Stop," Regina said and Emma whimpered at the feel of Regina's breath as it teased her cunt.
Before Emma could ask why Regina wanted her to stop, the Queen's tongue sliced through her folds before she pushed her tongue inside her.
"Fuck," Emma shouted and flinched as her body fought to do what she wanted it to do and not what Regina had commanded it to do. She wanted to hook her foot under Regina's arm and tug her closer with her calve and the heel of her foot pressed against Regina's ass. She wanted Regina to devour her while she begged for more, more, too much! "Regina, please."
Regina moaned into her sex and swiped her tongue up the length of it until she reached Emma's fingers where they remained motionless over her own clit. "Tell me what you want."
Emma lost all train of thought for a few seconds as she felt Regina's unoccupied hand move up her inner thigh before the woman pushed her fingers off her clit and replaced them with her own.
Regina very slowly and lightly rubbed circles over her clit as the brunette expectantly stared up at her from between her legs. "Emma," Regina said with a sort of encouraging tone. "Tell me what you want."
Forced to answer, which was a good thing since she wouldn't have been able to form words without the use of the dagger at that point anyway, Emma finally said, "I want to fuck your face."
Regina beamed at her and Emma was stunned into silence again by that angelic face. "All in good time," the Queen replied.
Emma groaned again and apparently Regina thought her reaction was funny because she laughed, but then she added a little pressure to her clit and her tongue teased her until she was undeniably wet again. She moaned and tried to start a rhythm as she rolled her hips to feel more of Regina's mouth on her. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far and lost all contact with Regina when the other woman pulled away and stood up.
"Do you want to know what I want, Emma?"
"Yes."
"I want you to fuck yourself nice and slow, just for me."
Emma's hands went to her thighs. She rubbed them from her knees to her sex before she slid a hand through her slick sex. She bit her lip again and thrust three fingers inside herself. She thrust in as deep as she could and pulled almost completely out again before she slowly slipped her fingers back inside. She moved so slow, too slow. It wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
Emma brought her other hand down to rest on her pelvic bone and rubbed her clit with one finger and then two. She moved in time with her slow, deep thrusts and it still only made her desperate for more.
"Stop," Regina commanded and Emma whined in response.
Emma opened her mouth to complain, but she was cut off by lips and teeth on her torso. Regina flicked the tip of her tongue over fair skin before she gently bit it. Her lips stayed attached to Emma's torso as she licked and bit her. "Damn it, Regina. Let me—Give me—"
Regina laughed against her skin when she was unable to finish a sentence and the vibration sent shivers down her spine. "Harder," Regina commanded. "Hand off your clit."
Emma did as she was told and started up a harder pace, which meant it was just a little faster than before—thank you—while she rested her other hand on her lower abdomen.
Regina licked from her navel up to her chest and then chastely kissed each of her nipples. Emma bucked her hips on her next thrust and moaned. Regina sucked a nipple into her mouth and Emma's moan was drawn out in crescendo. She then curled her fingers inside herself and tightly gripped Regina's hair with her free hand.
Regina ran the flat of her tongue over one of her nipples and then sucked again and again until Emma was sure she would cum, but the Queen released her nipple with a wet pop just as she felt herself get close enough to let go.
"Stop," Regina commanded.
A frustrated cry escaped Emma as she stilled her fingers only barely inside herself, ready to dive in deep but no longer allowed to move without permission.
Regina smiled at her and ran her fingers through Emma's hair. Both of their red lipstick was smudged and their skin glowed with sex and sweat. What Regina was doing was torture, but the two of them together in the Queen's sex dungeon of all places with worn makeup and almost overjoyed expressions was beautiful. Emma knew she didn't want to be anywhere else.
"It will be worth it," Regina promised her before her hand moved to caress her cheek. "You will be as satisfied as you have made me."
"Then put me out of my misery already."
Regina's smile curled into an evil smirk before she bent over and kissed her. The woman's thumb stroked her cheek while fingers tangled in her hair just past her temple. "Almost," Regina said and then, "Faster."
Emma squeezed her eyes shut and started a quicker pace. She slammed into herself again and again while Regina continued to caress her. The other woman's hand moved from her hair to her shoulder then over one of her breasts and finally down to her unutilized hand. Regina lifted the hand and kissed across her pelvic bone as the brunette set both of their hands down on Emma's stomach.
Emma let out a few breathy, unintelligent sounds as she climbed toward the edge of release and gripped Regina's wrist. She fluttered once around her own fingers and took a deep breath. She was ready. She was going to—
"Stop. Remove your fingers."
Her frustrated cry from earlier turned into actual tears as she gave in to Regina's demands and felt the loss of her own fingers and Regina's mouth. When she opened her watery eyes, she saw Regina already looking at her.
Regina took her hand and pulled her up so she sat on the horse. She was about to wipe her fingers on her thigh, but Regina let go of her other hand and sucked her coated fingers clean.
"Do you still want to fuck my face, dear," Regina asked.
"Definitely," she answered with wide eyes as hope made her heart want to burst out of her chest.
Regina smiled and said, "Do it."
Of all the obligations Emma had ever had since she met Regina, having oral sex with the other woman was the only one she enjoyed. Never mind being a prophesized savior or born into royalty or being part of a world of fairytales. Aside from Henry, her favorite thing about her life was Regina and that woman, past and present, gave her everything she wanted whether she was aware of it or not.
She swung a leg over the top of the horse so that Regina stood between her legs and both of her feet were on the same sideboard. She cupped the back of Regina's head and pulled her in for a passionate but slightly sloppy kiss. "I don't want this to end," she confessed when they broke apart.
"It isn't over yet," Regina smiled. "And I do hope you enjoy what's left because queens don't kneel for anyone."
Just then, Regina sank to her knees in front of her and wrapped her arms around her legs before the woman pulled her dripping cunt closer to her face. The cool blade of the dagger lightly pressed into her lower abdomen and Emma grabbed it from Regina. It seemed to surprise the Queen, at least until Emma decided to let it drop to the floor beside the brunette.
"I think you'll want both hands for this," Emma explained.
Regina grinned, but her expression turned serious a moment later. "If you tell anyone I got on my knees for you, I shall destroy you."
"If it is the last thing you do," Emma finished for her. "I've heard that before, and yet we still ended up here." Regina remained still and didn't say a word. Emma chuckled. "This will be our little secret. Our dirty, dirty little secret. I promise."
There was a hint of a smile on Regina's face before she turned her head and kissed Emma's inner thigh. Emma gasped and instinctively reached for Regina's hair. She was done talking. They both were. She draped a leg over Regina's shoulder and balanced her weight on her hands where she pressed them into the top cushion. She used her leg to pull Regina closer while she bucked her hips and within seconds, Regina's lips and tongue were on her.
Regina pushed her tongue inside her as far as she could reach and Emma bucked into her again and again. And then Regina's fingers were on her clit. Her arms were tired and she was so ready to cum. A few flicks of Regina's fingers along with the Queen's masterful tonguing and she was helpless as her body tensed and trembled. She moaned Regina's name before her arms finally gave out and she fell toward the floor.
Regina pulled her mouth away and caught Emma in her lap, a hand on her ass to keep Emma from slamming onto the ground. She laughed and Emma had to say she couldn't recall a time when Regina had ever looked happier than in that moment, not including when she was with Henry.
Emma laughed with her for a moment and as their laughter subsided, Emma leaned in and kissed away every trace of herself that remained on Regina's face.
"So much for your admirable stamina," Regina said.
Emma felt as light as air then. It shouldn't have been so easy and pleasant and joyful. The Evil Queen's reign surpassed the curse. Even as the mayor, Regina wasn't as unguarded as she was in that moment and it was odd, but it wasn't wrong. It was nice. It was a glimpse of young Regina and future Regina and Emma definitely felt honored she was the one who got to see it.
She frowned seconds later when it all crashed down on her that their night together had reached its end. She had to find a way home and even if it took another day or more, she doubted she still had a reason to invade the Queen's space. Regina would move on to another handmaiden or, well, Graham and Emma would be on her own again until she managed to create a portal. Suddenly, she found herself attached to the Enchanted Forest.
"I'm going to miss this," she admitted.
"Miss what?"
"This. Us. The sex was…fantastic, but it was just… We were just so…unhindered. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does."
"And now…now I have to go."
"Do you even know how to get back to your world?"
Emma self-depreciatingly laughed. "No. Not a clue. Do you know how to make a portal by any chance?"
"Not off the top of my head, no."
Emma took a deep breath and said, "I should let you get back to your rule." She tried to get up, but Regina pulled her back down.
"You don't have to go anywhere until you have a way home."
Emma furrowed her brow. "Are you—Are you saying I can stay here?"
"It might take weeks before you find a way back and your services may be required again," Regina said with a smirk. "I would hate to lose a valuable asset."
"No, I guess you're right. That would be a tragedy," Emma played along and tried not to smile.
"Shall I show you to your chambers?"
Emma picked up the dagger and said, "After you, Your Majesty."
Purple smoke swirled around them and when it cleared, Emma was on a familiar bed next to Regina. The sheets were still ruffled and damp from earlier and Emma was surprised, but definitely not unhappy.
Regina flicked her wrist and the sheets were replaced with clean ones. "I hope you find your accommodations fair."
Emma happily collapsed onto her back on the new sheets and smiled at the brunette before she pulled Regina down beside her. "There's no better place to be than right here."
A/N: I used Tumblr prompts supplied by sporkmetender (dagger play and delayed orgasm) and fallingonwinter (dominate each other and parts of bdsm) and there's still another prompt coming up in the final chapter.