Lesson Number Two:
For the rest of the day they don't talk about "lessons", not the kind of "lessons" Regina wants anyway.
Instead, Maleficent teaches her more magic.
Which of course is a good thing, but Regina is having problems with concentrating. The memory of Maleficent and what she did to her is still fresh in her mind, and Maleficent scolds her for not paying attention.
And for once Regina accepts to be scolded. She deserves it. She knows she's not paying attention.
But it's all Maleficent's fault.
Regina tries her best to concentrate, to really make an effort, and eventually her hard work pays off and she starts focusing again.
But when it begins to darken outside the Forbidden Fortress, Maleficent rubs her hands together, gives Regina a certain look and says: "Now, my darling. Are you ready for your next lesson?"
The implication goes over Regina's head, and she says: "A lesson? But, we practiced magic all day?"
Maleficent laughs sweetly and her arms winds around Regina's waist, pulling her closer. "No, darling. Not a magic lesson. Though, I suppose it can be magical if you know what to do."
"Oh." Regina flushes a little. The pressure is on. She wants to do good. She so badly wants it to be enjoyable for Maleficent, but she knows she's on shaky ground here.
"Come." Maleficent says, takes Regina's hand and leads her back into her bedchambers.
Regina follows her and waits as Maleficent closes the door. She isn't sure why Maleficent does that. Surely, no one would barge into the Forbidden Fortress.
With a swish of her skirts, Maleficent is in front of her again, and she gently cups Regina's cheek and leans in and kisses her.
Regina immediately returns her kiss and buries her fingers in Maleficent's soft tresses. This she knows how to do. Kissing the other woman is one of the easiest things in this wicked world.
And Maleficent seems to enjoy it, even seems pleasantly surprised when Regina's tongue begs for entrance in her mouth.
For a while, they just kiss each other heatedly, and Regina finds her own hands to be roaming all over Maleficent's body.
Maleficent doesn't mind that either. She simply exhales and "mm's!" softly when Regina grazes her breasts with her fingertips.
This seems almost too easy. And too good to be true, too. Maleficent just "giving" herself to Regina. That takes trust. Maleficent trusts her, Regina realizes. How odd. How strange, when Regina barely trusts herself.
Regina remembers parts of what Maleficent did to her, and she sweeps her tongue over Maleficent's bottom lip, nips lightly.
Maleficent hums in approval again, and Regina grows bold. She splays her fingers wide over Maleficent's breasts, can feel her nipples harden under the dress and corset.
"Excellent," Maleficent says, and it comes out a bit breathless.
Regina understands that she's doing well, and that only encourages her further. She moves her lips to Maleficent's neck and peppers the soft flesh with kisses.
Maleficent hisses, actually hisses, and up until now, Regina had no idea how much she could sound like a dragon when she was in human form. The blonde also tightens her grip around Regina a little, and Regina is so grateful that the sorceress dress has a low collar. That gives Regina perfect access to her collarbone and sternum.
"Regina…" Maleficent says softly, and it's like music in Regina's ear. No one has ever said her name like that before.
She finds Maleficent's lips again and she grips the back of Maleficent's neck. She wants to be closer to her. This isn't enough. Kissing her is not enough. Not anymore.
Maleficent's hands lands on her breasts, and Regina has to remind herself not to be greedy. This isn't about her. Not this time. No, this is about Maleficent.
"Undress me," Maleficent says, and Regina is certain she can hear the fast thump-thump of her heart.
"Slowly." Maleficent adds.
Regina doesn't hesitate. Undressing the other woman shouldn't be too difficult. Regina is used to opening dresses and unlacing corsets.
But slowly… that's a bit trickier, and Regina reminds herself to slow down as she opens the line of tiny buttons in Maleficent's dress. She takes her time in admiring her, gliding her fingers over the soft flesh, and by the time the dress finally slips from Maleficent's shoulders, Maleficent is panting and gasping.
She doesn't have to tell Regina to remove the underskirts. Regina simply does it, and Maleficent steps out of them.
Regina comes up in front of her again. Maleficent doesn't seem one bit shy at being left only in her corset and panties, and she's absolutely beautiful. Her figure is perfect, flawless. Regina swallows.
"And now the corset," Maleficent says hoarsely and reminds Regina why they're here and what they're doing. "Slowly. Take your time like you did with the dress."
Regina nods wordlessly and starts working on the strings in Maleficent's corset. For a moment she panics. There's a knot that simply refuses to bend to her will, but Regina manages to open it, and her breathing slows down as the corset becomes looser and looser on Maleficent's figure.
There are no angry red marks on Maleficent's back, Regina notices. Maybe she isn't binding the corset as tightly as Regina does.
Regina slides her fingertip up and down Maleficent's spine, and then she follows an impulse. She bends slightly, kneels almost as she kisses a path from Maleficent's lower back to the nape of her neck.
Maleficent throws her head back, and Regina watches fascinated as her spine arches.
Regina kisses the same path again, just to see if Maleficent does it again. And that she does.
Then it occurs to the brunette, that she hasn't even seen Maleficent yet, and that's an obvious mistake. Regina rises to her normal height and puts her hands on Maleficent's hips to spin her around.
As opposed to Regina, Maleficent isn't shy, and she smirks slightly as she willingly turns around and lets Regina see her.
Regina's mouth goes dry, but the wetness starts pooling between her thighs, and she wonders if Maleficent feels the same.
"You've undressed me. Now take me to bed." Maleficent says gently and holds her hand out towards Regina.
Regina accepts the outstretched hand and gives up control for just a moment as Maleficent leads them over to the bed. The blonde sorceress lies back on the bed and looks pending at Regina, clearly waiting for her next move.
Regina licks her dry lips and climbs on top of Maleficent. She kisses her. Just to gather her thoughts for a moment and remember what Maleficent did to her.
Once again, Regina follows her instincts and wiggles a bit, adjusts herself better on top of the blonde, and then she kisses Maleficent's neck, her collarbone, her sternum, and finally the top of her breast.
Maleficent groans underneath her.
Regina licks her lips again. She almost feels shy when she does it, but she's certain Maleficent will enjoy it, so she pushes her shyness away and drags her tongue over Maleficent's nipple.
The sorceress moans. Her hands clutch at Regina's back. "Yes, darling. That's it. Again."
Regina obeys and does it again. The response she draws from Maleficent is absolutely exquisite, and she laps at her one more time.
Maleficent rolls her hips and arches her back, and when she speaks again, the words are slightly slurred: "Suck."
Regina does as she's told, and her mind starts to go slightly foggy. She's wet and throbbing between her legs, but she ignores it for now and concentrates on Maleficent. The blonde suddenly grabs her hand and guides it to her other breast.
Oh. Right. So far, she has only paid attention to one breast, and that's not right. Regina wets her fingertips in her mouth and rolls Maleficent's nipple between her fingers while she continues to suck on her other nipple.
"Darling. Regina…" Maleficent breathes and rolls her hips again.
The sound alone is enough to make Regina's mind spin even more, and she acts on a hunch and switches her attention to Maleficent's other breast. She plucks lightly at the nipple, takes it between her teeth and sucks almost harshly. If she's being too rough, Maleficent isn't showing it at all, in fact she's moaning and panting underneath Regina, the words that leaves her mouth aren't terrible coherent anymore, but Regina doesn't mind. She's fairly contend with what she's doing right now.
Maleficent suddenly begins pushing at the crown of Regina's head, and Regina looks up to see what's the matter. Maybe she did something wrong.
"Lower," Maleficent mouths, and when Regina isn't acting at once, she clarifies: "I need you a bit further down, darling."
Oh. Oh. Regina clearly hears what Maleficent is saying, and her breath quickens. What if she doesn't know what to do? What if she's bad at it? What if she does something wrong, or even worse, hurts Maleficent?
"Darling, please." Maleficent says. "Please, Regina. You've done so well, but now I need you to go lower. Can you do that for me?"
She isn't demanding, she's asking, and Regina really can't call this off now. Not when Maleficent is pink cheeked and panting and oh so lovely and bright eyed.
Regina ignores the anxiety boiling in her stomach and trails soft kisses down Maleficent's belly. Maleficent eases back down on the bed and her stomach muscles flexes when Regina dips her tongue into her navel.
Regina reaches Maleficent's abdomen and pauses for a moment. Maleficent is panting and her thighs quakes slightly. Regina wonders what will happen if she just…
Maleficent hisses and grips a fistful of Regina's hair when Regina presses a light kiss to her sex, on the outside of her panties.
Those will definitely have to go. Regina slowly drags the material down Maleficent's legs and notes, a bit surprised, how sodden the material is. Did Regina really do this to Maleficent?
"Darling…" Maleficent half-warns and Regina sees her open her thighs slightly.
This is the part Regina is most unsure of. She feels as if she's flying blindly, and Maleficent isn't doing much to guide her. Maybe she can't speak right now. Or maybe she's giving Regina a chance to follow her instincts.
And following her instincts is exactly what Regina does. If Maleficent won't guide her, she'll just have to figure this out by herself. The result be damned. She nudges Maleficent's legs further apart and settles between them. She closes her eyes for a moment. Tries to remember what Maleficent did to her. What felt good.
She starts out slowly, gradually and brushes her fingertip over Maleficent's clit. Maleficent's hips bucks and her back arches again. Oh. Regina does it again. Maleficent moans her name. Regina cups her. Maleficent is so wet. Drenched. Sodden. Regina shouldn't have any problems with…
She slides one finger inside the blonde, and Maleficent's mouth falls open. She moans again and grinds herself on Regina's finger, a clear invitation to move, and Regina does just that. She crooks her finger slightly, probes around until she finds a spot that makes Maleficent cry out sharply.
Good. This is good. Regina inserts a second finger and thumps them against that very same spot. Maleficent's hips starts moving, not wriggling any more, but moving in tandem with Regina's fingers, and the sound of the blonde's voice fills Regina's ear. Although the blonde is barely coherent right now, Regina has no problem with recognizing her own name among the nonsense.
"Faster, my darling," Maleficent croaks and her words are suddenly crystal clear.
Regina obeys and quickens her pace until her wrist begins to cramp slightly.
But the pain is so worth it. Maleficent's mouth once again falls open, her back arches, she garbles out a string of words Regina isn't sure suits her pretty mouth, and then the dragon sorceress collapses against the mattress, moaning loudly.
Regina feels how her fingers gets drenched and she slowly withdraws them from Maleficent. Her tongue darts out and she curiously licks the juices off her fingers. It tastes… sweet. Hmm. How strange. Not a bad taste at all.
Maleficent grabs her wrist and pulls her into her arms. Regina isn't sure why, exactly, but the embrace feels rather nice.
"Am I really your first woman, little one?" Maleficent asks and props herself up on one eyebrow.
"Yes, of course," Regina says and narrows her eyes. Maleficent knows that. When in the world should Regina have been with a woman?
"I'm impressed, darling." Maleficent rasps. "Very impressed."
A smile blossoms on Regina's lips. "So this was… alright?"
"Alright," Maleficent huffs. "Darling, that was amazing."
Regina giggles.
"Now tell me," Maleficent purrs silkily. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," Regina says immediately. Watching Maleficent fall apart for her had been unbelievably pleasurable. Perhaps even too pleasurable. She's still wet and achy between her thighs.
"What's the matter, darling?" Maleficent asks and raises an eyebrow at the grimace on Regina's face.
"I'm…" Regina groans half-heartedly and gestures to her abdomen in lack of better words.
"Oh…" Maleficent chuckles and pushes herself up from the mattress. "Well, then you better lift those skirts for me, my sweet."
And Regina doesn't hesitate before doing just that.
To Be Continued….