Forbidden
Playing with fire:
They're all waiting for her. Every last nobleman in this kingdom. The king's knights, and the king himself of course.
Regina has never quite understood why it's so important that she attends every single council meeting. The king doesn't let her speak anyway, so what's the point? Well, she supposes it looks good in the noblemen's eyes if she's present. The king's doll-like, dutiful wife supporting her husband.
Regina snorts against her will. What a comedy. What a farce.
Regina tightens her corset until it digs into her ribs and sides. It hurts, but it accentuates her curves in the most delightful way. One of her little private games is to secretly count how many of the oh-so-important noblemen stares at her cleavage when the king looks away.
Those are the ones she'll kill after Snow White has paid for her sins. Those are the ones she'll add to her increasingly growing metaphorical list. First the king. Then Snow White. And then whoever dares contradict her.
Regina quickly steps into the various, thick layers of underskirts, and smiles coldly at the chambermaid who holds up the gown she chose for this particular occasion. A grey silk dress with a plunging neckline and beaded with various, shimmering diamonds. The chambermaid helps her into the dress and doesn't protest when Regina sneers at her to bind the laces tighter. She just obeys. Like she's supposed to.
Regina avoids all eye contact with the servant as she chooses a pair of dangling, diamond earrings for the occasion. The chambermaid- Cecília was it? – murmurs: "Beautiful, Your Majesty," as she carefully places a heavy tiara upon Regina's head.
"Thank you," Regina says toneless and gazes in the mirror. For a moment she feels tempted to scoff. All of this, the dress, the jewels, makes her look far older than she is. She doesn't look one bit like the "child bride" like this.
The child bride. The teenage queen.
Regina quickly turns away from the mirror. "Thank you, Cecília. You may go." She dismisses, and the chambermaid curtsies not once, but three times before she leaves Regina's chambers.
Regina scoffs quietly. Cecília is probably what, five years older than her, and she has no choice but to act as if Regina were far older than her. It's laughable, really. And completely false, of course. Cecília doesn't respect her one bit. She just does what she's paid to do.
Who does respect Regina in this castle? Certainly not the king. Perhaps Snow White, when she has no other choice.
One day… One day she will do so much more than just respect her. One day that little brat will shiver when she hears Regina's name.
They all will.
"Your Majesty, the king is waiting for you!"
"A moment!" Regina snaps at whatever officious maid outside her door.
It would appear that she has no other choice but to join her obtuse husband. She could have spent these hours studying magic. Instead she's forced to sit tight, listen patiently and speak only when spoken to.
Regina sighs deeply. Her skirts swishes behind her as she walks out of her chambers. She trots slowly down the hallway. She knows the king is waiting for her, but she's in absolutely no hurry to enter the great hall and sit down next to the king to play his obedient little wife.
Why is she even requested to be there, she asks herself for the millionth times. Surely, none of the noble lord's cares whether she's there or not. Leopold certainly doesn't, that much is obvious, but keeping up appearances is oh so important.
Regina straightens her back and practices her best, fake smile as she walks down the hallway.
Time to play Leopold's soft-spoken wife again.
Her shoes echoes in the quiet hallway and Regina is blissfully unaware of any danger until someone suddenly sneaks up behind her, snakes an arm around her waist and puts a hand over her mouth.
Regina stumbles backwards and shakes her head violently in an attempt to wiggle out of the firm grip and call for help. She can't use magic right here, in the middle of the hallway. Someone could notice.
"Don't scream," a familiar, silky soft voice breathes in her ear, and horror is quickly transformed to relief. And then to shock. What the hell is Maleficent thinking? Is she completely out of her mind?
Yes, that must be the case. It certainly feels that way when Maleficent without much further ado half drags her into Johanna's empty bedchambers.
"Maleficent, what on earth are you doi…"
Maleficent doesn't give her the chance to speak. She pushes her up against the wall and kisses her fiercely.
Regina stiffens for a second, but then the shock transforms into arousal instead and she responds eagerly to the kiss.
But as amazing as this is, it's also a bit too risqué. Someone could literally walk in on them any second.
"Maleficent… this is- we can't..." Regina pants as Maleficent's lips moves to her neck and her tongue swirls over her pulse point.
Oh, god. This felt absolutely amazing. Regina is already beginning to feel slightly delirious and something stirs in her abdomen.
But this was hardly the time nor the place.
"S-someone could come in," Regina croaks and swallows thickly when Maleficent cups her breasts and squeezes them slightly.
"No," Maleficent purrs and nips at Regina's neck again. "No one is coming, darling. The entire council suddenly felt the urge to take a little… nap."
"Is that really so?" Regina breathes and her head lolls back when Maleficent squeezes her breasts again.
"Oh yes, darling," Maleficent murmurs. "You needn't worry." She kisses Regina again, and this time, Regina doesn't protest in the slightest. She simply closes her eyes and slips her tongue in between Maleficent's parted lips.
Maleficent's hands are everywhere on her body. They slide over her arms, squeezes her shoulders, digs into the soft flesh on her hips, palms her breasts again, and- Regina squeaks slightly into the kiss- slides over her ass and gives it a firm squeeze.
Regina has to break the kiss and throw her head back instead. She uses her palms to steady herself against the wall. Maleficent is being awfully bold right now, both in her touches and her timing, but Regina thoroughly enjoys it. Enjoys sneaking off to meet with her female lover. Under Leopold's roof. Right under his nose. Literally.
Maleficent nips at her throat and squeezes her ass again and Regina hisses and tips her head back for better access.
"Mmmpf!" she breathes when one of Maleficent's hands slides down and starts rubbing her through the heavy fabric of her many layers of skirts.
Regina ruts her hips against Maleficent's hand, but she doesn't get the wished stimuli out of it. She's wearing too many layers, and nap or no nap, this is still ill timing. They definitely don't have time for this.
"For gods sake, lift those skirts for me," Maleficent huffs into her neck and gives her a not-too-gentle bite there.
"But…"
"No buts, my sweet," Maleficent warns and squeezes her breast again. "Either you lift those skirts for me, or I'll simply rip your dress to shreds right now. Take your pick."
Regina gulps and swallows something, but she doesn't move. Her mind is spinning, her breath comes out in little hisses and she's already slick and warm between her thighs.
"So, what's it gonna be, darling?" Maleficent asks silkily and moves her hands up to the bodice on Regina's dress. She uses both hands and grabs on to fistful of the fabric, tugging gently and demonstrates exactly how she's going to rip the dress.
Regina pushes her away and her hands trembles slightly as she carefully gathers her skirts and lifts them.
Maleficent smirks at her and pecks her lips softly. "My Queen," she purrs and pronounces the words very, very slowly as she without further ado drops to her knees.
Regina sucks in a breath when she feels Maleficent's hands on her legs and her mouth roaming on her thighs. This is almost too much. Maleficent is very literally kneeling for her, something Regina had never imagined she would do, and the sight is enough to make her moan and gasp and jerk her hips slightly.
Maleficent pushes her legs apart and drags the panties down her legs. Regina moans again and tightens her grip on the layers of skirts. She can't see what's going on between her legs, but she isn't in doubt of what's happening when Maleficent suddenly licks her from entrance to clit and the blonde's nails digs into the back of her thighs.
"God! YES!" she cries, and she wouldn't be surprised if the wetness is dripping down her legs now.
Maleficent gives her ass another squeeze, and Regina's mouth falls open, lost for words as the blonde's tongue slides inside her and starts moving swiftly, quickly, hitting her sweet spot over and over.
Regina cries out again. She might not be able to get the entire council to kneel and worship her, but Maleficent is kneeling, and she's doing it quite voluntarily.
Maybe that's what brings her over the edge so swiftly, and Regina's cries turns high-pitched as the orgasm hits her like a sucker punch right in the gut. It doesn't make it any better (or worse in this case) that Mal suddenly gives her backside a half-hard swat.
One of Maleficent's hands travels to Regina's front and she starts petting her clit, but Regina crosses her legs. She can't take anymore right now.
Maleficent sniggers as she pulls Regina's panties up where they belong again. Then the blonde sorceress rises to her full height and smirks at Regina.
"Oh." Regina whispers shakily as her knees suddenly caves in. She slides down the wall until she's sitting on the floor with her skirts still hiked up slightly.
Maleficent sniggers again, this time louder, and she gracefully sits down next to Regina.
"You have to be in the right state of mind to withstand an hour long council meeting," Mal says silkily.
Regina giggles softly and exhales a shuddering breath.
"Did I put you in the right state of mind, little queen?"
"You hit me," Regina says when a rather foggy memory of Maleficent's hand swatting her appears in her mind.
"No, darling. I spanked you," Maleficent corrects with a gleam in her blue eyes. "And I think you liked it."
Regina blushes. Mal is right. For what ever sick reason, she did like that little smack. How terribly embarrassing.
Maleficent laughs and kisses Regina's blushing cheek. "Now, now, no need to be embarrassed, little one."
"Why today?" Regina asks to change the subject.
"I missed you," Maleficent says plainly and shrugs. "And I could practically smell your frustration all the way over in my castle."
"I don't think you could," Regina protests.
"But you were frustrated, darling," Maleficent waves her off. "You came within seconds."
Regina giggles again. That's true. She did do that.
Maleficent takes her hand and plays lightly with her fingers.
"I never asked you to kneel for me," Regina says, and her giggles are replaced with a soft frown.
"And yet I suspect that's what made you lit up like a torch."
Regina chews a little on her bottom lip and considers Mal's statement. She supposes the dragon is right about that. But still…
"Next time…" she says hesitantly and considers her words.
"Yes?" Maleficent turns to look at her.
"Next time I'll kneel for you," Regina says. She can do that. She suspects she will enjoy it. Hearing Mal scream and unravel above her.
"Will you now?" Maleficent says and squeezes her hand. "The little queen? On her knees? For me?"
Regina rolls her eyes at Mal's tone. She makes it sound so… amusing.
"Don't roll your eyes, little one," Maleficent warns.
Regina rolls her eyes again.
"Don't force me to take you across my knee."
Regina laughs throatily. Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad.
"My, my. I think you're a bad girl, Regina," Maleficent accuses softly.
Bad girl. That makes something stir inside Regina again, and she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth. Bad girl. The way Mal says it, makes heat pool between her legs again.
Maleficent all but grips her chin and kisses her roughly, her nails dig into the soft flesh on Regina's chin. "Come back to my castle with me, darling."
But Regina shakes her head. "I can't do that right now. The castle has already been asleep for too long."
"Tonight then," Maleficent insists. "You must come back tonight, little one."
Regina hesitates. Tonight, she's having another lesson with Rumplestiltskin, but she supposes that imp can wait another day for once.
"Say yes," Maleficent coaxes and kisses her again.
"Y-yes," Regina breathes between kisses. "I'll come to your castle tonight."
"Excellent." Maleficent says and squeezes her hand.
"But now I have to go," Regina says firmly and uses the wall for support as she stands up.
Maleficent stands too and waves her hand.
Regina feels how Mal's magic washes over her, and she frowns at the dragon when she asks: "What was that?"
"I merely made sure you look as perfect as you did when I dragged you in here, darling."
"Oh."
"Mmm, I think even the stupid old king is able to see when someone has just been thoroughly fucked against a wall."
"Maleficent!" Regina half-shrieks. "And you complain over my language!"
Maleficent just chuckles and kisses Regina's cheek. "Tonight."
"Tonight," Regina promises, and just like that, Maleficent is gone, and Regina attends the council meeting. Her face is a smooth mask, a perfect poker face, but she can't help but smile a little every time she looks at her husband. If only he knew what was happening in his castle…
To Be Continued….