Getting away with it:
It has been a busy few weeks. The whole castle is abuzz, preparing for Snow's upcoming thirteenths birthday, and as her kind and devoted stepmother, Regina is expected to participate in the preparations. Which means that she has to sit and smile and nod while the king comes up with one outraged suggestion after the other.
That includes a noble, white steed.
Oh yes, he's giving that sniveling brat a horse. A horse. Snow White isn't even nearly ready to ride a horse yet. She's not talented enough. The pony she has now is far better for a girl of her age, much more secure.
But if the king wants his precious daughter to injure herself, Regina is not one to argue.
Unfortunately, the comedy doesn't stop there.
"Perhaps the queen would ride the horse first? To make sure that it is safe?" the king suggests.
Regina smiles falsely and nods. And what if it wasn't safe? What if Regina were to injure herself? What would the king think of that?
She's nothing more than a damned Guinea pig. Better her than Snow White.
Regina changes into her riding clothes and walks into the courtyard where the horse is waiting for her.
She can instantly sense that this horse is wild. Untamed, and definitely too young for the inexperienced Snow White to control.
But that's so very typical for the king. To choose a young model because of its looks, not caring about character or personality or whether it's a good match.
Regina leads the horse away from the castle, god forbid that Snow White's surprise should be ruined, and mounts it.
The horse whinnies and stomps nervously in the ground. Regina barely manages to keep herself in the saddle. This is definitely a nervous horse. Far too nervous for Snow White. It's only because Regina is experienced, that she's able to handle it.
"Come on," Regina says gently and gives the horse a light tap with her heels. The horse instantly starts galloping, and before Regina knows it, she's deep into the forest.
She doesn't halt the horse until she absolutely has to. She can't ride too far away, otherwise the king might think she has run off.
Halfway through the forest, the horse throws her off, and Regina lands rather hard on the forest floor. Her head spins for a moment, but it doesn't feel like a concussion, so she grabs the reins and mounts the horse once more. He's a fine stallion, he truly is, but he's a nervous horse, and very unfitting for the princess.
The king and a few of his people awaits her when she comes home.
"How was the ride, Your Majesty?" Johanna asks.
"He's a fine stallion, but I fear he's too wild for Snow White," Regina says truthfully as she climbs off the horse and hands the reins too one of the king's men.
The king purses his lips and narrows his eyes. "Is that really your opinion, my dear?"
"It's the truth," Regina says, and Johanna exchanges a look with another maid. Regina ignores it. She already knows what Snow's nursemaid thinks of her.
"Well, I'm certain my daughter can handle it," King Leopold says firmly. "This fine stallion is without a doubt fit for a princess, wouldn't you agree, Johanna?"
"Without a doubt, Your Majesty," Johanna immediately parrots.
"If that's what you want," Regina says, curtsies and then leaves the courtyard.
Inside, she changes out of her riding clothes. She doesn't send for a maid and asks her to prepare a bath for her, she prefers to fill the tub herself. She winces slightly as she settles down in the water. Her back hurts. Perhaps there's a bruise there. But what does it matter? Who cares if she's bruised or not?
After her bath, Snow demands her attention once again, and once again, Regina is forced to smile and agree to everything that little brat says and do. So Regina is forced to accompany her on a walk to the woods.
"I'm so exited for my birthday, stepmother!" the child beams and Regina smiles down at her.
"Thirteen," Snow dreamily continues. "Can you believe that, stepmother? I'm almost a woman!"
Regina smiles again. "Yes, dear." But she knows that Snow definitely isn't a woman yet. So far from it. She's still a child, immature and naïve.
"And soon I'll be old enough to get married!" Snow babbles. "To get married to a handsome prince!"
"Now, now, dear," Regina says tiredly. "You're not nearly old enough to get married."
"But mother was nearly twenty-one when she married father!" Snow protests. "And you were nineteen…"
"Eighteen, dear, I was eighteen," Regina corrects and bites the inside of her cheek.
"Oh, right, yes, eighteen," Snow says and frowns a little. "Do you think that's too young, stepmother?"
"Come now, dear, we must be home before nightfall," Regina says and takes Snow's hand. She doesn't squeeze the child's hand but bites the inside of her cheek until she can taste the blood in her mouth.
Snow is exited, and it takes her a while to calm down enough to go to sleep.
Regina is tired when she's finally able to retire to her bedchambers for the night. There she waits patiently until everyone goes to sleep. Because Regina has no intentions of going to sleep. She wants to see Maleficent, and she wants to see Maleficent tonight. She refuses to wait another day. Her body is already yearning for her again, has been yearning for her for days.
No, she can't possibly wait another day.
So Regina waits and fakes sleep until Johanna as the last one, finally retires to her own bedchamber. Then the young queen sneaks out of her bedchambers, walks down the hall and opens the creaking gate. Her transportation skills are getting better, and this time she manages to transport herself to the edge of the forest. It's not perfect, but it's good enough, and Regina has no problem with walking the rest of the way.
It's a quiet, foggy night, and Regina doesn't mean anyone as she glides through the forest as a ghost. It also happens to be rather dark tonight, but Regina is only grateful for that. She has never been afraid of the dark.
The walk to the Forbidden Fortress is short, and Regina can already feel the tension leave her body as she spots the huge castle. She cleverly evades Maleficent's traps and various curses to keep unwanted visitors out and opens the massive gate. It creaks slightly, and Regina quickly sneaks inside.
The Forbidden Fortress is quiet and dark, too. There's no sign of the castle's occupant either, and Regina feels a pang of disappointment. Perhaps Maleficent isn't even at home? Maybe she's soaring somewhere high in the sky right now. Regina knows how much she enjoys her nightly flights.
Oh, well. Then Regina will wait here until she comes back. She takes a moment and warms herself by the fire, and her eyes linger a little as she looks at the pillows in front of the fireplace. Her stomach curls at the memories of what happened here, by this fireplace.
Once her hands are thoroughly warmed up, she continues into Maleficent's bedchambers.
Regina smiles at what she finds. Maleficent is fast asleep with her golden hair splayed over the pillow. The covers are bundled together by her feet. Of course, they are. Maleficent never gets cold. And she isn't wearing much to bed either. Just a short, purple silk nightgown that ends a good inch above her knee.
Regina licks her lips. Her mouth almost waters at the sight of Maleficent's bare legs, but she pulls herself together. Maleficent is sleeping. There's absolutely no reason to disturb her.
But still, she came here to be close to Maleficent, and being close to her is exactly what Regina has in mind when she discards of her cloak, waves her hand and trades her dress and advanced up-do for a simple nightgown and braid that flows down her back.
She quietly creeps over to the bed. Maleficent doesn't wake, so Regina proceeds, and very, very quietly weasels her way into the blonde sorceress' bed. Now she's exactly where she wants to be. Now she can sleep. She wiggles slightly, grabs a handful of the covers, pulls them over her body and then closes her eyes. Feeling nothing but peaceful for once.
Maleficent hums something, and Regina smiles and wonders what the dragon is dreaming about.
Suddenly, Maleficent's arms wraps around her, and slender fingers skates over Regina's bare arms. "Of all the lovely creatures that could have snuck into my bed…" she hums softly and gives Regina a little squeeze.
Regina stiffens for a moment. She had hoped not to wake Maleficent. "I hope you're not mad at me for…"
Maleficent gently grasps her chin, turns her face and then claims her lips in a soft kiss. "No, darling. How could I be mad over this most welcome surprise?"
"I woke you..."
"I was already awake," Maleficent confesses and chuckles. The warmth from her lips makes goosebumps appear on Regina's skin.
"You- you were?"
"Mmm, awake and ready to call you back in case you decided to leave again," Maleficent says.
Regina giggles softly, but her laughter soon turns into little, hiccup-y sounds when Maleficent skates her fingers over her breast.
"Maleficent…" Regina mumbles and pushes those eager fingers away. "You're tired. You should sleep."
"And waste the time I have with you? No, darling," Maleficent says. "And you desire me as much as I desire you, don't you?"
"I do, but..."
"No buts," Maleficent says gently and shifts in the bed so she's suddenly straddling Regina's lap.
Regina gasps a little at that.
"Raise your arms for me, my sweet," Maleficent whispers, and Regina instantly obeys and raises her arms.
Maleficent swiftly pulls the nightgown off her. Regina can hear it land somewhere, but she isn't certain where exactly, and what does it even matter?
"What happened here?" Maleficent asks quietly and brushes her finger over a spot on Regina's back that makes the queen hiss.
"Is there a bruise?" Regina asks and squirms a little under Maleficent's touch.
"Yes."
"I fell off a horse," Regina admits a little embarrassed. "A beautiful creature, but a bit wild."
"Sounds like someone else I know," Maleficent smirks, and then, a bit more serious: "Are you hurt, my sweet?"
"No, it's just a bruise."
"So you didn't hit your head?"
Regina giggles. Maleficent is worried about her. Regina likes that. "No, Mal. I'm fine."
"Hmm," Maleficent says and chuckles softly, presses a light kiss to the nape of Regina's neck. "I like that pet name, little queen,"
"Which… pet name?" Regina asks and bites back a moan.
"Mal."
"Oh." Regina frowns. "I didn't even realize-"
"No, keep calling me that," Maleficent says and trails soft kisses along Regina's spine. "I like it."
"Alright then, Mal," Regina laughs.
Maleficent chuckles softly and nips gently at Regina's pulse point.
This time, Regina moans. She can't help it. Maleficent knows exactly where to kiss her.
"Mmm, I like that sound," Maleficent breathes into her ear. "Turn around so I can make you moan again."
Regina turns around so she's lying flatly on her back instead. She's already wet and ready for Maleficent. And Maleficent knows this. She smirks slightly at Regina as she takes a hard nipple between her fingers and rolls it slightly.
"Mmm!"
"Just like that?" Maleficent asks silkily.
"Y-yes..."
"I think you'll find this to be much, much better, darling girl," Maleficent says, and then she dips down and takes Regina's nipple between her teeth.
Regina's back arches and her hips bucks slightly. Yes, this definitely better. Much better.
"H-harder," she breathes and grabs a fistful of Maleficent's blonde hair.
Maleficent looks up at her for a moment, but then she answers with hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder at Regina nipple, all the while she massages Regina's other breast.
Oh, yes, that's it. This is exactly what Regina needs right now and she moans and her back arches off the bed. Her clit is already throbbing painfully, and there's a pool of wetness between her thighs.
Maleficent switches to Regina's other breast, and Regina writhers underneath her and revels in the attention. If only Maleficent would move her hand down. That would be perfect.
Or perhaps Regina should just do it herself. She removes one hand from Maleficent's golden hair and tries to somehow wiggle it in between her own body and Maleficent's.
Maleficent instantly notices it, and she releases Regina's nipple with a soft "pop" and a "no, darling, I want to do that."
Regina just pants. She doesn't have the strength to come up with a response.
Maleficent removes the last piece of Regina's clothing and then parts the brunette's legs. One finger brushes through her wetness and Regina gaps and grasps Maleficent's hand, guides it towards her clit, on the verge of desperation for attention.
"No, darling," Maleficent says again and smirks. "You have no need for my hand down there."
Oh. Oh. Regina moans shakily when she understands what Maleficent means.
Maleficent grins and then positions herself between Regina's parted legs. Her tongue swipes through Regina's wetness, licks her from entrance to clit, and Regina moans again, this time louder.
"Maleficent!" Regina breathes, and Maleficent answers that by sucking her throbbing clit into her mouth and suck.
"Yessss!" Regina feels absolutely euphoric, she's already seeing stars, and she rocks her hips in tandem with Maleficent's ministrations.
Regina can feel how her heart almost levitates out of her chest, her cheeks and neck flushes, god, she's so close, so, so, so close, she just needs…
Maleficent wiggles her hands between Regina and the mattress, she gives Regina's rear a-not-very-gentle squeeze and digs her nails into the soft flesh.
It hurts, and its exactly what Regina needs. Her jaw goes slack, and her mouth falls open in a completely silent, but extremely powerful orgasm. The warmth explodes in her abdomen so violently that her toes curls and tears leak from her eyes. It's embarrassing, really. A full-grown woman, a queen, crying solely because something feels good.
"Mal.." she breathes and her thighs quakes. But she spoke too soon. She's still coming, and her head is spinning.
"More?" Maleficent asks plainly, and a bit hoarsely.
Regina is torn. "But don't you need…"
"I can wait, little one. But I don't think you're quite done yet."
And she isn't. The moment, Maleficent's oh-so-talented fingers slides into her, Regina is reduced to a moaning, sobbing mess, who is, if not literally then figuratively on her knees for the dragon.
The following orgasm is equally as powerful as the first one, and Regina has no control over what she's saying when she shouts profanity and "Harder, Maleficent!" into the roof.
In her head, they're not done yet, Regina could have kept going all night and still craved more, but her body has a very different opinion. Every last muscle in her body has been reduced to jelly, and she's on the verge of falling asleep. There is no way she will be able to return home tonight.
"Stay, then," Maleficent says briskly and licks her lips.
"You sure you don't mind?" Regina yawns.
"No, sweet girl." Maleficent says, and then she sniggers.
"What?" Regina asks and raises an eyebrow.
"Where on earth have you learned such foul language, my sweet?"
Regina shrugs. "Perhaps I've learned it from you."
"Cheeky," Maleficent comments and laughs again. "Careful, darling. I could almost feel tempted to take you across my knee."
Regina giggles softly. And then she flushes when she understands what Maleficent means.
"Perhaps you would even like it," Maleficent teases and places another feather light kiss on Regina's shoulder.
"No, I wouldn't," Regina denies. "And that would be completely inappropriate. I'm a grown woman. I don't need to be…"
Maleficent laughs at her. "And what makes you think that full grown women don't enjoy being spanked, darling?"
"I wouldn't," Regina says firmly.
Maleficent laughs again. "Go to sleep, little queen. You're exhausted."
And the last thing Regina sees that night is Maleficent, grinning at her.
To Be Continued…