Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Spoilers: Anything up to 2x09 "Queen of Hearts" is fair game.
TW: BLACK SWAN AND BLACK QUEEN IN THIS CHAPTER!
A/N: Sorry for the extremely long wait. Blame college. This chapter is gonna be a little longer than the last one. Enjoy.
"They want love and they want family, and they want home."
Edward Kitsis (on Emma and Regina)
-Previously-
Her breathing quickened, fear for the blonde taking over. One of Cora's hands trailed through blonde locks, gentle and maternal. She felt the bile rise in throat, unsure of what to do. She wanted to poof into the room, get Emma, and then get out, but she wasn't sure she could take on her mother while worrying for the blonde. Perhaps a trade.
Her mother's voice sent chills down her spine, "Time to wake up, Miss Swan."
Chapter 4: Going Home
Cora couldn't contain her satisfied smirk as the blonde stirred at her command, but it quickly turned into a grimace at the utterance of her daughter's name. The hand that stroked through blonde strands almost lovingly now gripped harshly, pulling to the point of pain.
Green eyes shot open, panicked and fearful. Pale lips parted but whether to scream or curse mattered little to the brunette. She slapped her hand over the blonde's mouth, a sneer on her lips, pressing down harshly the more the Savior struggled.
"Shhh, dear," she cooed softly, her eyes predatory. "No need to fight." Not ever again, if she had her way.
A strange look crossed the younger woman's face, but before she could determine what it meant, the blonde shook her head wildly from side to side, causing her to momentarily lose her grip. Anger bubbled to the surface. How dare she! She moved her hand, but before she could place it back over the blonde's mouth, teeth sunk harshly into her flesh, making her pull back, startled, but still the blonde didn't release her.
A surprised gasp escaped her lips, "You wench!"
Her other hand came across the blonde's face, slapping hard enough that the Savior released her hold and let out a gasp of her own; she would've fallen had she not already been laying on the bed. The regal woman examined her injured hand, frowning at the teeth marks that marred her flesh. She turned back to the blonde, who was looking at her with wide, fearful eyes. She reached out and cupped her cheek softly, running her thumb softly over the red mark that blemished pale skin, smirking as the blonde tried flinching away.
She's so much like Regina it's almost comical.
Tightening her hold on the blonde's jaw, her voice came out venomous, "You're going to pay dearly for that," Something shifted in the blonde's eyes, the fear that shone within green diminishing: defiance. How cute. An arm shot out, intending, no doubt, to push her away. In an instant, she caught it, lowering it back down, leaning back over the blonde, and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, even as she tried to squirm away. "I've been pleasuring you all day, Miss Swan. I think it's time you returned the favor."
"What?" Emma's voice held malice and shocked confusion, almost as if she hadn't been expecting such a task. "No way!"
"No?" she grinned, allowing her magic to swirl around her. When it cleared, Emma was left staring at Regina. A completely naked Regina. Cora smirked, watching the savior's pupils dilate as her eyes roamed across tantalizing flesh, as the blonde's pulse began to race. Her voice came out in Regina's smoky tone, "Are you sure?"
"I won't do it." Conviction coated her tone, but still her eyes betrayed her, traveling from Regina's eyes to her bare body.
She tsked softly, "Such a shame you won't do it willingly. I'm even letting you fuck me as Regina, and you still refuse?" Her eyes turned predatory, "No matter. You're going to get me off regardless of if you want to or not." With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Emma forward, grabbed her hair and forced her to the warm junction between her legs. "Get to work, Miss Swan."
Her hands tangle in golden tresses, keeping her in place, even as her magic moves around her, forcing the blonde into action. The first swipe of her tongue has her biting back a moan. By the third, fourth, fifth, she's dispelling her magic, (Emma not being experienced enough to tell the difference) one of her legs thrown over the blonde's shoulder, heel digging into her back to keep her moving, thrusting against the younger woman's mouth.
Regina felt her heart constrict in her chest, felt all the air leave her lungs, yet still she couldn't draw breath. Her eyes never left the mirror, the grotesque scene playing out like she was in a nightmare. She wanted to stop it. To poof in, rescue the blonde and get her home. To do anything but her legs were frozen in shock and horror. She felt her body tremble.
She watched as her fingers dug into the blonde's scalp, forcing her to stop from shaking, and she knew that if she could see the blonde, there would be tear stains on her cheeks.
"Stop shaking and stay still!" her voice, even though it was herself, coming from her mother, it came out harsher than she was sure she'd ever spoken, and it caused a shudder to run through her as a memory overtook her.
It's late when she hears the door to her room creak open. The moonlight trails through her window, onto her bed, illuminating her sheets. She waits on baited breath. If she's lucky, it'll just be a goodnight kiss tonight. Except this has been going on for years now, and she isn't sure when she began to lose hope. Her door shuts quietly. Footsteps make their way closer to her. The bed dips, and she catches whiff of her mother's perfume. A hand brushes against her cheek, trailing upward to tangle in her long hair before moving back down, a single finger running along her lips, pressing lightly as a sign to be quiet.
Her mother gently kisses her lips, and it's soft, gentle, almost loving. But she knows it's all a ruse. Hands make their way to her nightgown, hiking it up to pull her panties down, and even if she had the willpower to fight back, she doesn't make a move to stop them. It's only when two fingers push into her that she tries to move away. Her mother's free hand grabs her waist, holding her in place as the fingers speed up inside her.
"Stay still, Regina!" It's merely a hiss of words, but she complies, feeling tears spring to her eyes.
When her mother kisses her again, she hums disapprovingly against her lips, tasting her salty tears, but instead of stopping the kiss, she kisses harder, thrusting her fingers faster. Regina can't stop her hips from jutting forward, nor can she stop a low moan from slipping past her lips. Cora pulls back with a sneer on her lips and settles for watching her daughter as she takes her.
"Mama, please, don't." Regina's plea is quickly silenced by a wave of the older brunette's hand, as a gag settles over her mouth.
"I'm teaching you, my love." Cora soothes her softly, her voice a sharp contrast to the force of her thrusts. "Mother is better than any stable boy, you know that." At the mention of Daniel, Regina shuts her eyes tightly. Thinks of him alive, not lying on the ground in the stable. A sharp twist of the fingers inside her makes her gasp and open her eyes. Cora slams back inside her with three fingers, moving harshly. She arches off the bed, but her mother instantly restrains her with magic, stroking her hair softly. "Come for me, my sweet." She wants to deny her mother, she wants to deny her with every ounce of her being, but the fingers inside her move too surely, control her too easily, and she's cumming against her mother's hand before she can blink.
It's her own voice that brings her back to the present. Well, more specifically, her mother masquerading as her. She feels her anger begin to bubble anew as she focuses back on the mirror.
Cora feels her orgasm upon her. She dispels her transformation, grinding harshly against the Savior's mouth, and no sooner had her magic cloud vanished than did her orgasm hit. She holds the blonde tighter against her until the last of the aftershocks vanish before she's pushing the blonde away from her roughly.
A smirk tugs at her lips, "See, dear? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
The sheet returns to its dark purple as the blonde pulls it to her; her head swims as she roughly takes gulps of air, each intake painful. She doesn't bother to answer the woman, not caring about the punishment. Luckily, she doesn't have to worry. She catches purple smoke from the corner of her eye and averts her eyes.
Cora grins at her daughter; with a wave of her hand, she's magicking clothes back on herself, turning to look at Regina, "Hello, dear, did you enjoy the show?"
Regina ignores her, looking instead at the blonde, who, although facing the former queen, refuses to look at her. She takes a deep breath. Operation Rescue Emma is a go.
Emma didn't move from where she was curled up on the bed, her eyes devoid of that spark Regina knew so well. She eyes her mother wearily as she stands but she doesn't miss the way the blonde flinches at the movement. Her heart aches in her chest, clenching involuntarily. Her mother slowly makes her way closer to her.
"No!" Her voice comes out in a snarl. It's an answer to the previous question and to the older woman's movement. Her hand accompanies her answer, throwing out a blast of purple magic that aims to hurt, yet when the blast hits Cora, the woman laughs, annoyance clouding her eyes.
"Come now, darling. No need to get testy." She turns back to the blonde, smirking softly. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes locking with her daughter's, "She didn't seem to mind it." Eyes focused back on the blonde, she stalks towards her, "Did you, dear?" She reaches out her hand towards the savior.
Regina takes a step forward just as a sudden white light shoots from the savior's body, knocking her mother away. She moves quickly to the blonde's side, pulling the mirror from her pocket. Her magic pulses through her body, drawn out by Emma's, and as she presses the mirror into Emma's hand, she transfers some magic into it. The blonde looks up at her, green eyes shining with unshed tears, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
She smiles softly, wiping away the stray tear that slips down the young woman's cheek, "Emma you need to focus your magic on the mirror."
Whatever else Regina was going to say is cut off. Cora's magic slams into the former queen, sending her crashing into the wall. Cora materializes in front of her, a smirk on her lips.
"Do you really think you can escape me, my love?"
Glancing around her mother, she can see the blonde trying to make her magic work. Their eyes meet for the briefest of seconds before she focuses back on her mother.
"Mother, please, just let her go, and you can have me."
Cora strokes her cheek softly as she thinks, and she involuntarily closes her eyes, muting out Emma's plea. Asking if she's out of her mind. She wants to laugh because she has to be to want to stay with her mother.
"That's not what you really want, is it?"
Her eyes shoot open, her voice coming out choked, "What?"
Hungry lips claim hers as an answer, and it's like she's thrust back in time. She's pushed roughly against the wall, but still she returns the kiss, hoping – hoping – that she can buy Emma enough time to make the portal work. She kisses back with fervor, hoping to stall her mother as long as it takes. But Emma's magic isn't working right, she realizes. The portal should've opened by now. Her mother's teeth sink into her neck, making her cry out. Everything that happens next becomes a blur. Emma appears almost instantly at her side (a faint cloud of white disappearing), mercifully still wrapped in the sheet, and grabs her arm. She feels her magic react almost violently, and, faster than she can blink, her mother's far across the room by a blast of what she can only describe as super-charged magic. She knows Cora isn't dead, but she's sure the woman is out cold. She turns to look at the blonde, confusion on her face.
Emma smiles softly, "We both go home, Regina." She holds up the mirror, waiting.
Regina smiles back, grabbing the other side of the mirror, allowing her magic to flow through her hand and into the mirror. Almost instantly, the ground opens up. With a quick wave of her hand, she magicks Emma's clothes onto the blonde before pulling her close, allowing the portal to suck them through, closing as quickly as it had opened.
Regina gently tugs at the blonde's hand, pulling her out of the well. Emma leans against her for a couple seconds before realizing the personal space and goes to back up. She quickly stops her with a hand around her waist, squeezing lightly.
"It's okay." It's a voice she never uses with anyone but Henry, but at that moment, seeing the blonde's eyes light up, tears filling them, she realizes that she wants to use it on both birth mother and son. She takes a step away from the well, watching the blonde closely for discomfort, biting back her own at seeing the blonde so battered. Even with dusk approaching, she can still make out the matted hair and split lip. She's terrified of what the morning will bring. Hell, what the night will bring. She smiles softly, magically, emotionally and physically drained, "Welcome home, Emma."
A/N: Are you all still with me? Gods, I hope so. Please don't forget to review. College is almost over for the semester, so hopefully more writing will be done. More to come.
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