I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Oh, I don't want anybody else, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no

You're the one who makes me coming running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing,
I want to make you mine

(I touch myself by Divinyls)

Robin was walking through the forest, always on watch for any signs of the wicked witch and her flying monkeys. He was on patrol as he walked, a smile forming on his face as he thought of his son and how he loved sleeping with his own flying monkey. A toy that was given to him by the Evil-… Regina, just Regina. A smirk appeared on his face as he thought of the fascinating woman that was Regina, a woman who had plagued his thoughts many a day since meeting her. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about her. Whenever they were together they were constantly butting heads, she pushing his buttons and him pushing right back at her.

He was so distracted right now that he almost interrupted what he would later consider an inviting moment. A low groan reached his ears, stopping him in his tracks immediately. It then slid into a high pitched whine almost, punctuated by a breathy, muted gasp. His steps stopped immediately as he saw that he was near a waterfall with a small pond. Another gasp rang out, followed immediately by a shriek and then a full blown scream of ecstasy, the forest becoming a place of sounds of delight. Robin moved to where he could see what exactly was happening. And what he saw seared into his mind forever.

Regina was standing there in a chemise with the end hitched up, panties discarded, one heel high up on a rock so that her slit was clear to see, glistening with moisture. His cock became ramrod straight, god he had never seen such beauty before.

She was pleasuring herself!

One delicate hand held her snatch open so that her clit was on view, the hard nub pulsing, throbbing with pleasure as she traced a delicate finger in circles around the bud. Her hips jerked as the pleasure built, she just kept teasing, moaning deep in her throat, throwing her head back with no idea that she had a witness. Her breasts heaved and swayed as she continued to finger herself, this time her body moved and the straps of her chemise slipped, proving Robin with a view of her regal cleavage.

Robin knew he should walk away, knew it was the right thing to do and not to intrude on her privacy. But he couldn't look away, couldn't make himself walk away from such delight. And Regina didn't let him down.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, her head lolling on her shoulders, lips parted. "Ohhhh."

Robin hoped no one else was about this particular part of the forest to enjoy such an enjoying view. If one of his merry men was about, he would have to do everything that he could to get them away. Something about this woman made him feel primitive about her.

Her breasts were bare and she was playing with them at the moment, rolling her nipples between her fingers, squeezing and pulling at those hard nubs.

"Oh!" she sighed, throwing her head back, eyes closed. "Oh god!"

And he continued to watch, entranced as her breasts bounced up and down, the soft white flesh pendulous and creamy, mashed between her hands as she squeezed herself. With a sly smile, she brought one up to her mouth, licking the nipple lasciviously before bringing the other one up as well, sucking lightly before letting go.

And a deep growl escaped him then, a throaty rasp. Because he was a breast man along with an ass man, and seeing these luscious curves on display, squeezed, caressed, licked and sucked made him so hard, so much so that his cock stood at attention in his pants. A soft moan of his own came from somewhere deep in his throat.

But Regina didn't notice, she was too caught up in her fun. Oh god, what he wouldn't give to be flicking his tongue against the little nub as she played with her breasts. He watched as she lightly traced a finger over her labia, caressing those puffy lips, stroking her sensitive flesh. Her finger grazed her clit and Regina moaned, the sensation shooting quivers straight to her fingertips and toes, making her wobble in the water. And slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled her vagina lips apart and giggling slightly to herself, she began playing with her nub. He watched as she rubbed gently with her finger at first, moving up and down, just slight caresses before rotating her wrist and beginning a circular motion. The pressure increased, her moans becoming louder as her finger went faster and faster. And he continued to watch like a hungry dog as her other hand dipped lower, fingering her hole as she kept up the clit massage.

Suddenly she slipped her index in, just up to her first knuckle. The penetration must have been amazing because she cried out loudly, her breasts flushed, tossing her hair back as orgasm overcame her. Suddenly she threw her head back and screamed lustily, her cunt twitching and jerking as orgasm surged, boobs swaying this way and that, nipples hard, core ejecting cream as she came over and over again.

Robin watched, mesmerized, as she fucked herself, that cunt spasming, her finger caught in a volcano as she clenched over and over again, another digit trapped in molten fire. And when it was over, his queen let out a long wail, her moans loud enough to shake him, the moans rebounding over the small pond.

She said one word as she came undone...

"Robin!"

Robin knew it was wrong, to intrude, to interrupt, to let her know that he was there, but honorably be damned at this moment. So he made his move and moved from behind his hiding spot, letting her know that he was there.

"Well, your majesty, it's not what I would call bathing in the river, but it certainly was enjoyable," Robin said.

Regina gasped then, cheeks flushing as she opened her eyes to look at him, eyes flaring, her core still slickly wet. He didn't know what he would remember more of this moment, how she looked at him or how she just...looked. Standing there in her mostly naked glory, her body glistening in the sunlight beaming down on her, her breasts standing tall and proud and her core recovering from her intense orgasm.

Have you ever been truly evil?

Just a teensie weensie little bit evil?

And did it feel good?

Regina's day began as usual, after waking up and getting dressed she made her way down to the dining hall and after eating and sparing with the Charmings and that irritating thief she made her way to the grounds of her castle to watch over it.

When she would realize that the castle was running smoothly she would make her secret escape. To a secret waterfall, that she had been using for fun times. It was her guilty little secret. She would go and enjoy herself almost daily for a small pick me up. It's so delicious, tremors running up her spine in anticipation. Did she ever claim to be a good two shoes?

No, she loved being evil.

She had to admit to herself that she had found Robin attractive, irritating as hell, but he could feel out a pair of leather pants. She had found herself pleasuring herself one day a few weeks ago, her eyes closed and she imagined her thief down between her legs as she fingered herself. She gasped as she moaned out his name, in frustration, surprise and want.

She wanted him.

She just didn't want him to know that she wanted him.

But it was now too late.

He saw, he knew, she came with his name on her lips.

Regina shrieked when a certain voice interrupted her self-play. Oh my god, why him? Her eyes popped open to Robin standing not ten feet away from her on the edge of the water. She tried quickly to cover herself up, but in her haste she tripped over, wobbly and off balance and landed in the water with a splash.

Robin just laughed and strode over into the water, "Your majesty, you're all wet...again."

"Need a hand, milady?" he asked, bending over to offer her a big, square grip. Regina got a good look at him. She admitted how he was gorgeous, tall with dark blonde hair and gleaming blue eyes and that damned smirk of his as his innuendo about a hand. Everything about him screamed sexual from the perfectly cut hair to the those tight leather pants of his. Even his boots were perfect.

Damn!

But Regina was too proud to take the hand that was offered. Despite the fact that she was a mess of curves and sprawling limbs, she managed to scramble into a seated position, adjusting her chemise to cover herself, she pushed her dark hair out of her face, still gasping and red-faced. She shot him a defensive look.

"You're in my private retreat you know," Regina said icily. Robin just threw back his head and laughed, showing off a strong jaw and a perfect, Crest-white smile.

"I know," he rumbled with a grin, "but ask me if it bothers me. Ask if it bothers me at all," he said softly, looking at her closely.

And she scrambled to her feet then. Damn, why hadn't she come here later?

"I wasn't aware that you used this pond to bath in," She continued, doing her best to look haughty. With self-conscious hands, she raked her fingers through her curls, brushing the locks behind her ears with soft strokes. Robin continued to stare at her, his eyes eating up every move like he was a lion stalking its prey.

"I actually was thinking of starting to come here to take my monthly baths in, your majesty," Robin said.

"You had no right to watch me," Regina said.

"Maybe so, but I know I enjoyed it just like you did," Robin admitted.

"I just do that sometimes because … because … because my title here is so stressful," Regina rushed to say.

Robin quirked an eyebrow at her again. "Stressful?" he drawled. "Well maybe I can help with that."

"A thief like yourself? I would never lower myself," Regina fired back.

"Weren't you afraid someone's going to catch you?" Robin asked pointedly, ignoring the fire in his cock, the need that was already starting to drip from the tip.

"This is my private area, one I should have put a protection spell around now I see," Regina said as she stood up and started to walk away from him. Robin watched her walk away, watched the way her hips swayed as she walked. Once she was out of the water, she quickly got dressed, watching as Robin walked up to where she stood.

"So, I guess you'll go and tell all your blasted merry men about this?" Regina asked.

"About such a glorious site as what I witnessed?" Robin asked with a smirk before adding, "Never. It shall remain our little secret."

"Good. See that it remains that way," Regina was about to transport herself back to her chamber with her magic when she saw the way he was looking at her. "What?"

"Nothing," Robin said as he erased the space between them, until they were only inches apart, "I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed hearing you say my name, when you came."

Regina's eyes flared and before Robin knew what hit him, her hand reached out and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. What she had started he took over, he was on her in an instant. His bigger form engulfed her much smaller one, his mouth hot over hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his hands ran over her curves.

And when he would have advanced them more, he felt her move from his embrace, and watched as she moved her arms and a huge amount of purple smoke appeared and took her away from him.

Leaving him wanting...more.

As he looked around the pond, he spotted something over by the rock where Regina had been bracing herself up against earlier. He walked back into the water and fetched the object, as soon as he got close to it, he knew what it was. He picked it up and smiled as he put the fine piece of lace into his pocket.

He would definitely hold on to these, in hopes of returning them to her one day after cleaning them, only to remove them from her once again.

Her red panties she had left behind in her haste to leave.