In the dark

Another lesson.

Regina isn't quite sure how that's gonna unfold, but Maleficent encourages her to "finish her breakfast".

So Regina does, and when she's finished, Maleficent simply sends the lot away with a wave of her hand.

"Now darling," Maleficent says and licks her lips. "Are you ready to be… taught?

Regina nods. "What do you want me to do?"

"Do?" Maleficent echoes and chuckles a little. "Oh no, you've already done plenty, darling. This lesson is about you."

Regina frowns a little at that. She had expected to "learn" some more, but she supposes that can wait a little while longer. She nods slightly as to confirm Maleficent's words.

"Lie back," Maleficent says and pats the thick blankets in front of the fireplace. "You said you didn't mind the floor, and I'm choosing to believe that."

Regina obeys and lies back on the blankets; her dark hair spreads out on the pillow underneath her head. She tips her head slightly to look up at Maleficent.

"Now," Maleficent smirks slightly as she hovers above her. "You just relax and let me handle… things."

"Things?"

"You."

Regina nods but nevertheless ponders about Maleficent's choice of words. She wasn't aware that she needed to be handled.

"Close your eyes," Maleficent instructs, and Regina frowns again.

"Why?" she challenges.

"Because it will feel much better with your eyes closed."

Regina does as she's told, but she isn't so sure about this. Closing her eyes means not being able to see what's going on. Closing her eyes means losing control. And if there's something Regina doesn't like, it's to lose control.

Now she can't see anything, but she can feel Maleficent loosening the strings in her bathrobe and opening it. Regina shudders when she feels a breeze of cold air on her skin, and she's certain goosebumps appears when she feels Maleficent running her fingers over her naked skin.

Maleficent continues to run her fingers up and down her body, and Regina wonders how long she's going to keep that up. Is she doing it on purpose? To rile her up?

Regina shudders again and bites her lip when she feels Maleficent's hand on her stomach. This does feel nice, she supposes, and her skin is slowly warming up, but as opposed to last night, she doesn't feel that delicious pull in her abdomen. And it makes her just a little bit disappointed.

"Hrmf!" Regina's breath hitches when Maleficent rather suddenly palms her breast.

"Don't open your eyes," Maleficent reminds her. "It would only ruin the element of… surprise." She rolls Regina's nipple between her fingers.

Regina keeps her eyes firmly shut and listens to her breathing and the sound of the flickering flames. She has no idea what Maleficent is going to do next, and it both thrills and frustrates her.

Maleficent takes her time with rolling Regina's nipple between her fingers while she kneads Regina's other breast. Regina concentrates on keeping her eyes closed and she soon picks up on how her nipples pebbles and hardens under Maleficent's touch.

She makes another strangled sound in the back of her throat.

Maleficent laughs, and Regina can't blame her. That sound was definitely unbefitting for a queen.

But she can't possibly care about that right now. She can't care about being a queen right now. Because right now, she isn't a queen. She's a woman, enjoying the attention and affection someone else is showing her.

Affection. The word is unfamiliar. Regina isn't used to that, and perhaps affection is too strong a word. Yes, this isn't affection. This is attraction. Just that and nothing more.

"Argh!" Regina moans when she suddenly feels Maleficent's hand between her legs. The sorceress rubs her once, much like Regina did to her earlier, and Regina's hips seems to act on their own.

"I think you're about ready," Maleficent purrs, and Regina is half-certain she understands what Maleficent means. That certain pull between her thighs has come back, and she's shockingly wet.

"Open your legs for me, my sweet," Maleficent murmurs and Regina spreads her legs apart slightly.

"Wider," Maleficent husks and Regina spreads her legs farther apart.

"Yes, like that. Perfect. Keep your eyes closed."

Regina does that and releases a new series of moans when Maleficent's hands start probing around between her legs. She strokes her inner thigh, brushes a finger through Regina's wetness and finally pushes inside her.

Regina bites her lip. It still hurts a bit. Not as much as last night, but it hurts, and she feels slightly annoyed by that. It shouldn't hurt now, should it? She's not a maid anymore.

"Relax." Maleficent coos.

Oh. She's straining against Maleficent's finger. That's why it hurts. Regina takes a shuddering breath and relaxes her muscles. It works as intended. The intrusion feels less painful now.

"Are you alright?" Maleficent asks and Regina feels her lips on her neck.

"Yes."

Maleficent starts moving inside her, her fingers crooks slightly and Regina gasps sharply when Maleficent's finger finds that particular spot again. That spot that makes her head spin and the pull between her legs so much stronger.

"Mmm!" Regina breathes. It doesn't hurt anymore. It just feels good. So very, very good.

Maleficent almost withdraws her finger and then pushes back inside, and when she adds a second finger, Regina is quite positive she'll combust at any moment.

The pull intensifies, and Regina feels a buzzing sensation that begins in her heels and travels up, up, up, spreads in her abdomen like a million little firecrackers. The flames licks at her again, and Regina mentally prepares herself for what's coming next.

But just as she's getting closer and closer to that edge, Maleficent suddenly withdraws her fingers and leaves Regina empty and panting and desperate for more.

"Why are you stopping?" Regina complains. She's almost whining, but she doesn't care one bit right now. She's still burning and aching between her legs and she feels tempted to squeeze them apart just to get a bit of friction.

Maleficent answers by pressing a feather light kiss to her stomach, and Regina melts into the plushness of the blanket again. That feels nice. She relishes in having Maleficent so close to her again, and the burning in her heels begins anew.

Just as Regina was getting used to the attention Maleficent was giving her stomach, the sorceress suddenly takes her "attention" lower, to Regina's abdomen, and Regina exhales softly.

That exhale turns into a sharp, wheezing gasp when Maleficent catches her completely off-guard and presses a kiss directly to her sex.

Regina ignores Maleficent's words and opens her eyes and sits half up on the blankets. "What are you doing?!" Maleficent's head is between her thighs. That much is obvious, but what she's doing there is unclear to Regina and she suddenly feels rather unsure.

"Shh, shh, shh," Maleficent admonishes gently and rises from her position to cup Regina's cheek. "Trust me. You'll like it."

Regina frowns. She had been caught off guard, but she supposes that kiss had felt rather good.

"Relax," Maleficent croons. "And let me show you how good it feels."

Regina settles back down on the blanket and closes her eyes again. Maleficent didn't ask her too, but for some reason, the sight of Maleficent between her legs is embarrassing. She's still wet, but she fears that she'll be too embarrassed to allow herself to feel anything.

Wrong.

The second she lies back down, Maleficent's mouth is everywhere, and Regina cries out. Her hands seem to be following some sort of carnal instinct, and they thread through Maleficent's golden tresses, pushes against her head toward… Toward what, exactly?

Maleficent seems to know exactly what it is Regina needs but cannot voice properly and wraps her lips around Regina's clit and sucks.

Regina cries out again, this time more high-pitched. She's burning. Everything is burning. The tingles she felt earlier aren't tingles anymore, they're flames, and they travel fast this time, spreads from her heels and shoots into her abdomen like… like… magic.

Her hips bucks, her back arches, she's screaming and babbling nonsense and "Maleficent, Maleficent, Maleficent!"

Maleficent, deprived of her voice responds by sucking harder and white light explodes behind Regina's eyes, sparks erupt from her fingertips, and her wails echoes through the Forbidden Fortress.

She's incapable of opening her eyes. She's incapable of closing her legs. Hell, she's incapable of thinking.

"Fuck!" she moans and throws one arm over her eyes.

"Excuse me?" Maleficent replies, and Regina can hear the amusement bubbling beneath the surface.

"Tut, tut, little queen, who taught you such foul language?" Maleficent scolds.

Regina claps a hand over her mouth and giggles softly. That was definitely unbefitting for a queen too.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Maleficent says huskily and wipes droplets of sweat away from Regina's forehead.

"My apologies," Regina drawls and finally opens her eyes. "I don't know what came over me."

Maleficent laughs and Regina giggles. She feels positively giddy. Is that how it's gonna feel every time this happens?

"That was very, uh…" Regina says half-heartedly and sits up.

"Pleasurable?" Maleficent suggests without batting an eye.

"Yes. That." Regina says and shrugs her robe back on.

Maleficent laughs again. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, darling. That was what this was all about."

"Can we… Can you try that again sometimes?" Regina asks hesitantly and blushes crimson. She isn't sure how much she can demand of the sorceress, but at the same time she's desperate to recreate that wonderful feeling.

"Oh, absolutely, darling," Maleficent says and grips the back of Regina's neck and kisses her hard.

"Or maybe," Regina says once Maleficent lets her catch her breath again. "You could teach me how to…?"

"That's certainly a possibility too, my sweet." Maleficent breathes and nips at her neck. "I must say you're quite eager."

"Too eager?"

"No, no. There's no such thing. It's very fortunate that we have plenty of time on our hands to practice."

To Be Continued…