Desire
Regina flushes a deep shade of pink and nervously tugs her hair behind her ear. She knows that Maleficent just said "stay here tonight", but Regina is smart enough to read between the lines.
And she would be lying to herself if she claims that she hasn't thought about Maleficent taking her to bed. Of course she has, and the chemistry between them is unmistakable.
But Regina has no idea what's awaiting her. What she can expect. What Maleficent expects of her.
What if she's bad at… what, exactly? What if Maleficent ends up being disappointed with her?
After all, Regina was a disappointing daughter. She's a disappointing queen and a disappointing stepmother. So why shouldn't she be disappointing at this, too?
And she still doesn't quite understand why Maleficent has chosen her. Regina doesn't for one minute doubt that the dragon sorceress could have anyone she desired, and yet she chose her of all people.
Regina's train of thoughts is interrupted when Maleficent takes her hand. "Have I unnerved you, my sweet?"
Regina shakes her head to indicate no. And she isn't unnerved. She's unsure, because she has no idea how to do this. No one has ever… talked to her about it. She's been sheltered for most of her life, and the only thing Cora ever said, was that Regina would "find out on her wedding night".
But Regina didn't. She never had a wedding night, and now she's left sitting and wishing that she at least had some experience. Even if it had meant giving herself away to a man she didn't love.
"You are free to return to your castle if that's what you want, Regina," Maleficent gently assures her and gives her hand a light squeeze.
Regina shakes her head again. No, she doesn't want to return home. She wants to be here. She wants to be with Maleficent. In every sense of the word.
"I want to stay," she murmurs quietly and licks her suddenly rather dry lips. "But I don't know what…"
"My dear, sweet girl," Maleficent gently cuts her off. "I'm not expecting anything from you. And I certainly don't except you to share my bed if you don't want too."
"And if I do want too?" Regina asks, and wonders where the sudden boldness comes from.
Maleficent smiles at that. "Well… then I only have one request."
"And that is?"
"That you trust me."
Regina frowns a little. What an odd request. Of course she trusts Maleficent. The blonde sorceress should know that by now.
"I do trust you." Regina says firmly. "You know that."
Maleficent leans closer and Regina swallows something. She doesn't want to appear nervous, but she has an inkling that Maleficent can smell it a mile away. It's silly, isn't it? She shouldn't be so nervous, should she? She's a grown woman. A queen. Queens aren't supposed to be nervous. They are supposed to keep their calm façade at all times. That's what Cora always said, at least.
Maleficent interrupts her again, and this time she does it by pressing her lips gently against Regina's.
Regina returns the kiss, and Maleficent frees her hand and cups her cheek instead. Her fingers are so warm, and Regina briefly wonders whether its because Maleficent is a fire breathing creature. Perhaps she's not entirely in control over her magic right now.
Maleficent's tongue ghosts over Regina's lower lip, and Regina willingly opens her mouth. Their tongues meet, entwines, and now Regina is the one who feels warm. Maleficent's hand isn't resting on her cheek anymore. Instead her palm is now resting on Regina's lower back.
The kiss deepens, and Regina releases a soft moan. The next second she feels embarrassed about it. That wasn't a very ladylike sound to make. But Maleficent pulls back a little and looks her square in the eyes. "Don't be ashamed, my sweet."
Regina nods once.
Maleficent kisses her again, her arms wrap around Reginas neck, her hands brushes against the nape of her neck before she buries them in dark curls. Regina feels dizzy. They are pressed right up against each other now, she can feel the heat from Maleficent's body, and the brunette cheeks flushes again when she feels how her own nipples hardens behind the stiff material of her corset.
One hand leaves her hair and Regina's breath hitches when Maleficent's slender fingers brushes against her breast. Something stirs at that, and Regina feels how that warmth spreads to her abdomen and leaves her with a throbbing sensation. The same kind of throbbing she felt when Maleficent put her hand on her lower stomach.
Maleficent's releases her lips with a soft pop, and Regina is certain she will burn when the blonde sorceress moves her lips to her neck instead. Regina's head lolls back and she moans again. What Maleficent is doing feels incredible, better than anything, but somehow, she yearns for more. Even though she isn't completely sure what that more is.
She wants to lie down. That's what she wants. She wants to lie down and feel Maleficent's weight on top of her.
Regina shuffles and does her best to lie down on top of all the pillows and blankets, but Maleficent stops her with a hand on her shoulder and a soft: "No, darling."
Regina frowns and tilts her head. Has the sorceress perhaps changed her mind?
But Maleficent flashes her a smile. "Not on the floor."
Why ever not? Regina raises an eyebrow. They are sitting on several blankets and pillows, so it doesn't feel like the floor. Not really. It's not hard. It feels very soft.
"I won't do this with you on the floor," Maleficent says and her eyes sparkles mischievously. "You're the queen. The floor is no place for a queen."
Regina wants to argue against that. To protest. To inform Maleficent that she doesn't mind the floor one bit. But before she can actually do that, Maleficent elegantly stands and extends her hand out towards Regina.
"Come."
Regina takes her hand and lets the older woman lead into what can only be Maleficent's bedchambers.
Regina stops and stares. She has never been in here before. Maleficent's bedchamber is enormous, and so is the bed. Carved out in some kind of wood and with a gigantic chandelier above it. Regina doesn't for one minute doubt that it's made of diamonds.
But it's the bed that really catches her attention. It's huge. And covered in silk sheets of deepest purple. They match, Regina thinks to herself. The sheets somehow fit Maleficent's character.
Regina realizes that she's looking anywhere but at the blonde sorceress and she quickly turns her attention back to the woman in front of her.
"Do you like it?" Maleficent asks as if she's waiting for Regina's verdict.
Regina nods.
"Fitting for a queen," Maleficent murmurs and brushes a tendril of hair behind Regina's ear.
Regina sighs softly when Maleficent attaches her lips to her neck again. The warm feelings she had in front of the fireplace returns, and she trembles a little when Maleficent pushes her dress away slightly to kiss her shoulder.
Suddenly, her clothes feel uncomfortably tight, and that warmth turns into a throbbing sensation between her legs. Regina moans and is tempted to cross her legs to relieve some of the pressure.
Maleficent instantly presses her lips against Regina's again, and her fingers travels behind Regina.
Regina doesn't flinch when the first button in her gown is opened, but she's a little amazed at how Maleficent both manages to kiss her and open her dress at the same time.
Another button is popped open.
One more.
Regina doesn't think of anything but Maleficent and her lips against her own.
She feels a breeze of cold air on her upper back. Maybe the castle is cold after all. Regina just didn't notice it because Maleficent is so warm.
The rest of the buttons is opened. The dress slips from Regina's shoulders and Maleficent gently spins her around. She pushes the dress off Regina's body, and Regina shudders and gasps when Maleficent presses a feather light kiss to her shoulder, and one to the side of her neck.
Her underskirts disappear, and Regina isn't completely sure whether Maleficent removed them by hand or magic. Either way, it doesn't matter. Regina swallows thickly when Maleficent's fingers starts working on the strings in her corset. She's suddenly hyper aware that she's about to be bare while Maleficent is still fully dressed.
She feels how the tight corset slowly becomes loose around her body, and she's certain the garment has left marks on her ribs.
The chill hits her naked back. The corset falls to the floor.
Regina instinctively raises her arms to cover herself and the blush rises in her cheeks. Maleficent comes up in front of her and brushes her thumb over Regina's jawline. Then she leans in and kisses her again.
Maleficent strokes her bare arms, runs her fingers over the nape of her neck, and Regina wishes that this moment will never end.
"May I?" Maleficent asks gently and her fingertips brushes against Regina's elbow.
Regina just nods. She doesn't trust her voice.
Maleficent very slowly lowers Regina's arms, and Regina immediately lowers her gaze to the floor. She can feel Maleficent's eyes upon her, and it makes her cheeks tinge pink again.
Maleficent puts a finger underneath her chin, tilts her face up again and looks her in the eyes. "You truly are beautiful, my sweet."
Regina flushes again. "T-thank you."
Maleficent takes her hand and guides her over to the enormous bed. Regina doesn't think twice before she clumsily climbs up and lies back on the bed. Maleficent is instantly with her and gives Regina a light peck on the lips before she kisses a pattern from Regina's ear to that sensitive spot where her shoulder begins.
Regina's eyelids slides closed, and she bites her lip when Maleficent's lips travels lower, to the top of her breast, and then.
"Oh!" Regina's eyes snap open and her body jerks when Maleficent's lips brushes against her nipple. The blonde sorceress smirks up at her and wraps her lips around Regina's nipple. She sucks gently at the hardened nipple and Regina cries out, actually cries out in pleasure. She hadn't meant to, but neither her voice or her body is doing her bidding right now. She's no longer in charge. Maleficent is.
And the reactions Maleficent draws from her. By the time she switches over to the other breast, Regina is panting and gasping and twisting the sheet between her fingers.
Warmth rushes over Regina and she's vaguely aware that a distinct wetness has settled between her legs. A feeling, she soon will recognize as desire. She moans again and closes her eyes. The room is spinning, and she feels a little dizzy.
And then that warm mouth leaves her nipple completely, and Regina instantly looks up, disappointed and aching and in dire need of contact.
"Don't fret, my darling," Maleficent says and her voice sounds a bit raspy. "We're not done yet."
Regina smiles weakly. That's the only thing she can muster right now.
Maleficent claims her lips again and for a moment she lingers with her fingers tangled into Regina's hair. Then she very slowly kisses her way down Regina's body until she reaches her belly button. Regina jerks involuntarily again when the blonde dips her tongue into her navel. Every nerve in her body is on fire and her breath quickens when Maleficent very slowly brings her panties down her legs. She's now completely bare for the other woman, and she half expected that it would make her feel terribly vulnerable.
But it doesn't. Because this is Maleficent. Maleficent, who she trusts, Maleficent who she lo- cares so deeply for.
Regina gasps and her legs jerks when Maleficent presses a light kiss to her inner thigh. Maleficent gives her leg a light pat as to steady her, and Regina does her very best not to jerk her legs again when Maleficent presses another featherlight kiss to her inner thigh.
She can feel how Maleficent's lips peppers her inner thigh with kisses, and then…
"Ahh!" Regina can't quite stifle the moan that escapes her when Maleficent's finger darts over her clit. That warmth in her abdomen turns into tingles that leaves her panting and breathless and begging for more.
Maleficent immediately complies and uses two of her fingers to rub at Regina. But as Regina's cries goes sharper, her movements grows more determined.
The tingles intensify, and Regina almost feels a certain pull. Flames erupts in her abdomen. Her stomach tightens, her heels digs into the sheets, and…
The flames explodes within her, her vision blurs, her minds goes blank and she lets out a ragged "Maleficent!" as she climaxes for the first time.
She can't think. She can't move. She feels completely boneless. But she's certain of one thing. They're not done yet. Regina wants more, and she wants it immediately. She craves more. She feels like she's almost a little bit intoxicated. Intoxicated with what she just experienced.
And Maleficent doesn't move an inch. Instead she waits until Regina has calmed down a little. Then she asks: "Do you trust me, my darling?"
Regina nods frantically.
"Say it, Regina. Use your words."
"I-I trust you," Regina manages.
She once again feels Maleficent's fingers where she's still wet and slick and ready. Regina's breath hitches when one finger brushes against her entrance.
"Breathe," Maleficent gently instructs and strokes Regina's thigh with her other hand.
Regina does her best to do just that, but she still gasps when Maleficent very slowly pushes a finger inside her. It hurts, yes, but not as much as she thought it would. But it doesn't exactly feel enjoyable either.
She exhales, hadn't even realized she was holding her breath, and Maleficent very slowly slides a second finger into her.
This is a bit painful, but still not as bad as she thought. Maleficent crooks her fingers slightly and Regina's legs jerks again when she suddenly feels her fingers brush against a spot inside her.
"Mmph!"
Those flickering flames, those tingles settle in her abdomen and it doesn't take long before Regina starts rocking her hips in tandem with Maleficent's movements. It's not painful anymore. Regina clutches the sheets between her fingers when she feels Maleficent brush against that spot again. The flames licks at her again and the warmth spreads in her body once more.
"Maleficent…" Regina half-moans, half-warns. She feels like she's been pushed closer and closer to some sort of edge.
"Let go for me," Maleficent coaxes. "Let me see how much you enjoy this, my sweet." She stresses out her words by hooking her fingers just so.
White light explodes behind Regina's eyes for the second time, and she's send flying over that edge. Sparks of magic erupts from her fingertips and she cries out sharply.
Maleficent withdraws her fingers slowly, and Regina's legs falls open so she's lying sprawled out on the silk sheets. Once again, she's left completely boneless, satisfied and so utterly spent.
Maleficent tilts her head and smiles a little.
"That was…" Regina half-slurs. She's unable to make a coherent sentence.
Maleficent's smile just widens.
Regina is exhausted, but she tries to fight the urge to sleep. She doesn't want to sleep just yet. Not now. Not after what just happened between them. But the urge to sleep is overwhelming, and she can barely keep her eyes open.
"You can sleep, my sweet," Maleficent says gently and makes Regina's drowsiness worse by putting a blanket over her.
"No, I don't want to sleep," Regina protests. If she goes to sleep now, she fears that it will all be a dream, and she'll be back at her own castle tomorrow.
"I can see how exhausted you are, darling," Maleficent murmurs. "You must rest."
"Why?"
"Because…" Maleficent presses a light kiss to her temple. "I'm not sure I can let you return home tomorrow."
And with that promise, Regina finally falls asleep.
To Be Continued…?