A/N: Hi guys, I had some time left today, so I thought: Why wouldn't I post the next chapter already? Thanks for all the following and favoriting and of course, thanks for the reviews! Please keep up writing them, these are nice to read so I know you're still interested! Yet, I want you to give some background information. First of all: I'm not an English speaker, so I try my best wirting this story in my best English (nobody colmplained about my English, but I thought you should knew.). Second of all: I live in a country where intercourse is legal from the age of 16(!). I always put the warnings above the text so you should know what is going to happen a bit.

I hope you guys lke this chapter as much as the previous one, I made it a bit longer like I promised. Sorry for the long Authors Note, but enjoy!

WARNING: Mention of rape, Underage sex.

"As you understand the conditions, I have to ask you one last thing: what is your experience in bed?"

This was a question I didn't quite expect her to ask me. Her eyebrow shot up and I knew she was expecting an answer. I started shuffling around and avoided eye contact.

"I have none, you Majesty", I mumbled, knowing this answer would probably end my life. I was as ready as I could be when I heard her walk up to me, knowing she would probably rip out my heart and scrambled it in front of my eyes. Yet, she didn't.

"You know, dear", she started, tracing my jawline with her index finger and pushing my chin up, "I have this rule that says no lying."

She forced me to look her in the eyes, her dark brown orbs just penetrated my soul. I shivered under her gaze, she really was intimidating like this.

"I do have some experience", I stuttered, knowing I still denied this to myself.

She smirked, "Good girl", she praised me, "Go on."

My eyes snapped shut and my voice was just a whisper: "I didn't want it."

She didn't touch me, didn't make a move to comfort me. She didn't look at me with pity in her eyes, she didn't look at me like she was sorry. I saw the same hurt in her eyes as I saw in mine right after it happened and I knew it was something that also happened to her. I had looked her in her eyes for a few seconds and not much later, I was staring at the ground again.

"Did you talk about it to anyone?" the Queen asked, the concern in her voice was audibly. Who had thought the Evil Queen would be so… humane? The stories everybody told about her, ripping out people's hearts, executing people to prove her power. She should be a monster, not someone to talk to. But I knew better, she had been clear before: if I wanted to live I had to follow the rules.

"I tried", I began, "but when I told them, I … they said it had been my fault. I should have kept my legs closed, they said… and I thought they were right", I swallowed some air, "if I had fought back long enough, maybe he had stopped, maybe I could have run, I don't know, I really don't…" my voice was not louder than the sound of a breath, it was just gone. I remembered myself I would never be in the same situation like that again.

After a quite long period of silence, I looked up at her and she started walking up to me. She cupped my chin in her hand, forcing me to look up at her again.

"I want you to know that it wasn't your fault. You can't help someone being so cruel that he wanted to help himself with a defenseless girl", she stated, "it had never been your fault", she whispered. The woman left me breathless. She had some glimpses of concern in her eyes, yet her cocky attitude still took the upper hand. I knew I wasn't here to tell my story, there was another reason why she wanted me in her bed chambers. And that reason might scare me more than telling her how I feel about what happened and I never thought that was possible.

It was clear she felt me tense under her touch, because she began stroking my arm with her other hand. I knew people were attracted to me, because of my golden locks and my green eyes. Many people told me I was like a piece of art.

"I don't want to hurt you", she whispered in my ear, "I want you to feel good, experience this like you have to experience sex."

I shivered because of her husky voice, and when she felt me shiver under her fingers, she traced my ear with her tongue, than softly bit down on it. I couldn't help myself but moan softly while I began to feel hot, something I never felt before.

She placed both her hands on my hips, pulling my old shirt slightly up so she could scratch her nails lightly over my skin. I shivered again because of her touch, feeling more and more aroused.

"I want you to feel, I want you to understand what I want from you",she moaned in my ear, "I want you to understand what it really feels like."

With those words she brushed her lips over mine, and kissed me softly, demanding for entrance right away and not knowing what I should do else, I let her tongue invade my mouth. She pushed me down in a sitting position on her queen size bed, and even before I knew what she was doing, she pushed me down on my back, and she was all over me. She broke the kiss so I could catch my breath again and I saw her looking down at me, a smirk on her face. Because of that smirk I had to smile a little. Her eyebrows shot up and I shook my head to tell her it was nothing to worry about.

She pulled up my shirt and I lifted up my arms to let her slip it over my head. When she looked down again, she, once again, arched an eyebrow.

"Well, naughty girl, aren't you wearing a corset?" she said and leaned down, starting to plant kisses on my chest. Before I could answer, she sucked one of my nipples in her mouth and I had to bite my lower lip to avoid letting out a yelp.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked again. That smirk just didn't disappear from her face when she got a quick reaction after she pinched my other nipple. "I love how responsive you are."

After taking care of both of my breasts, she decided it was time to take care of other things. First she just cupped my sex through my pants and my head just shot up, concerned of what was going to happen, thinking it would hurt again. But again, it was like she could read my mind.

"Relax, I won't hurt you", she said, "Not yet anyway", she added with the familiar smirk on her face.

"Okay", I answered, my voice husky from the arousal. My body wanted more, every place she touched was burning and I couldn't help but buck my hips into her hand when she squeezed my sex slightly.

"You're scared, but you're eager, aren't you?" she asked me and brought her mouth back to mine, kissing me passionately while her both hands worked on my pants to push them down together with my panties. Before I realised what was happening, her fingers were already teasing my clit. I bucked my hips into her hand and moaned into her mouth. I felt her smile through the kiss and when I felt her shift her hand and push one finger inside, I bit on her lower lip. I saw her eyes searching for mine, my action had taken her by surprise and I saw she was pleasantly surprised by it. The beautiful woman hovering above me rewarded me by curling her finger inside me, reaching my G spot and pushing down on my clit a bit harder. I felt the hotness built inside me every time she curled her finger, every time she circled my clit, every time she pushed a bit down on it until something in me seemed to explode. I squeezed my eyes shut, saw stars of pleasure I never was before and moaned and groaned. While I was riding out my orgasm, she slowed down her movements and then stopped them.

"It seems like you enjoyed it", she teased me, "but next time I want you to scream my name."

I looked at her, I might be getting a bit too brave for my own safety: "So, next time I have to yell 'Your Majesty!'?"

'No", she answered and brought her lips to my ears, "I would love to hear you scream out my name: Regina. And I hope, dear", she continued, "You know I was soft on you now, because it was your first time being touched without being forced to it. Next time, I will not be so gentle."