((Yeah, this chapter is loaded with smut. Don't like, don't read.))

Forbidden

Oil and Flames

Regina hums in appreciation as Maleficent starts rubbing the oil all over her body. That feels nice. Very nice. Regina has discovered just how good Maleficent is with her hands.

Maleficent rubs the oil into her arms, her shoulders, her upper back, her lower back, and- Regina groans a little- into her still throbbing arse. Then she moves along to the back of her thighs, the back of her knees and her calfs.

Regina hums again.

"Is that nice, darling?"

"Mmm, yes," Regina answers. This is very nice indeed.

Maleficent squeezes her ankle a little. "Turn around."

"Why?" Regina asks drowsily.

"Because we're not done," Maleficent smirks.

Regina turns around and groans again when her sore bottom comes into contact with the mattress.

Maleficent smirks again as she tips the bottle and lets a few drops of the oil trickle down the front of Regina's chest.

Regina inhales sharply at that.

"Was that nice too, darling?" Maleficent drawls.

"Yes."

The blonde grins. "Spread your legs."

"Again?" Regina asks and raises an eyebrow. Well, she's not gonna protest against that.

But Maleficent simply grins wickedly as Regina spreads her legs. The blonde shifts slightly to sit between them, and then she goes to work. She squeezes a bit of oil out of the bottle and smears it all over Regina's stomach.

Regina shakily breathes in and out as Maleficent rubs the oil into her skin. She's growing slick between her thighs again, and it has nothing to do with the oil. She's certain that Mal can feel it. She's sitting right between Regina's legs, it would be strange if she didn't pick up on it.

And Maleficent smirks again as she squeezes a bit more oil out of the bottle and starts kneading it into Regina's left breast.

Regina's breath instantly hitches in her throat and she move her hand to her right breast to squeeze it.

"Oh, just imagine if your hands were bound, darling," Maleficent purrs as she watches Regina cup her own breast and tease the nipple.

"You would do that?" Regina asks and now it's her turn to smirk.

"I can already picture it, my sweet. You wet and glistening and begging me to touch you with your pretty hands restrained above your head."

"I think I would like that," Regina muses. She can very much picture that too.

"Oh, I know you would like that, you bad, bad girl. Don't force me to give you another spanking." Maleficent cackles as she lets a drop of oil drip onto Regina's nipple.

"Mmm!" Regina wiggles her hips a little.

Maleficent switches side and rubs the oil into Regina's right breast. She grins as Regina makes an attempt at clenching her thighs together.

"I'll go lower in a minute, darling," the blonde sorceress assures as she kneads Regina's oil-slick breast.

"Good," Regina says plainly.

"But only because it's your birthday," Maleficent teasingly adds and Regina rolls her eyes.

"Don't be cheeky," Maleficent warns half-sternly, and Regina giggles.

Regina leans back and tries her best to relax as Maleficent kneads both of her breasts thoroughly. But it becomes increasingly difficult when Mal finally zeroes in on her nipples and rolls them between her fingers.

"Mmm!" she hums and rolls her hips a little. Her core is throbbing and sweat trickles down the side of her neck, mixing with the oil.

And it seems that Maleficent is done holding back now. She lowers her hands to Regina's core, but Regina shakes her head. "Take off your clothes."

Maleficent smirks playfully at that. "As Her Majesty wants." She quickly removes her robe and then the scrap of silk that serves as a nightgown.

"Is this what you wanted, Your Majesty?" Maleficent drawls and takes Regina's hands and places them on her own breasts.

"Yes," Regina says and clasps her hands around the back of Mal's neck, pulling her down for a heated kiss.

Maleficent promptly returns the kiss, and Regina "strikes" when the blonde is the most vulnerable. She swiftly flips them, so she's the one on top. The one in charge.

If her sudden change of mood surprises Maleficent, the blonde is very good at hiding it. She simply smirks up at Regina. "And what are you gonna do now, little one?"

"I..." Regina bites down on her neck. "Am not…" she kisses the soft spot behind her ear. "Little", she continues and claims Maleficent's mouth again.

Maleficent chuckles into the kiss. "You are. Everyone is young compared to me."

Regina ignores that and positions herself more comfortably on top of the blonde. She wiggles her hips slightly.

"And now what, darling?" Maleficent teases. "Are you just gonna lie there and..."

The blonde interrupts herself mid-sentence when Regina starts grinding their cores together, and Regina smirks. It would seem she has found a way to keep her dragon quiet.

Her dragon? No, not her dragon. Of course not. They don't belong to each other. This isn't… They're not… It's just…

She gives up on trying to find out what she and Maleficent are and are not. Instead she rubs her core against Maleficent's again. Maleficent's fingers trails up and down her oil slicked back. Now they're both covered in the vanilla scented oil, and Regina is certain that Maleficent will have to use magic on the sheets to clean them. But maybe the smell of vanilla will keep staying in the fabric. Regina hopes so.

Regina decides that this is enough teasing. Maleficent is already rocking her hips to grind her core against Regina's. Regina figures that she has probably been wet for a while.

The brunette smirks at Maleficent and claims her lips again, doesn't even wait before she traces her tongue along the seam of Mal's lips and then pushes her lips apart, plunging her tongue inside. Maleficent's fingers grips onto her hair, and Regina moans into the kiss. Maleficent pulls her hair again, and Regina has to close her eyes for a second. Then she lowers one hand and rubs it over Maleficent's core. Maleficent hisses, and Regina breaks the kiss and lowers her head to Maleficent's breast instead. Maleficent growls, and for a moment she sounds exactly like… well, a dragon.

Regina plucks at the nipple, swipes her tongue over the areola all while she continues to rub between Maleficent's legs.

"Inside!" Maleficent hisses. "I want you inside me!"

Regina obeys the breathy order and slides two fingers inside Maleficent. Her mouth is still dancing on Maleficent's breast, and she makes sure to match her thrusts with what her mouth is doing.

Maleficent cries out and her hips bucks.

Regina sniggers into Maleficent's chest, and then she decides to take a risk. She bites down, not very gently at the top of Maleficent's right breast, and then she lets a third finger join the other two and hooks them just so.

Maleficent instantly falls apart underneath her. Her face contorts, and she cries out sharply, clutching at Regina's back with both of her hands.

Regina chuckles again. So her theory was correct. Maleficent likes pain just as much as Regina herself does.

After a moment, Maleficent loosens her grip on Regina, but Regina is far too comfortable to move. She absentmindedly plays with a lock of Mal's blonde hair while the dragon tries to steady her breath.

"Well, if you don't deserve a swatting for that," Maleficent says as she finally exhales sharply.

Regina giggles. "I was rather hoping for a reward instead, Mal."

Maleficent instantly flips them over, and Regina's soft giggles turns to frantic moans as she blonde kisses her way down her stomach and finally ends between her thighs.

Her body is sticky, and the room still smells of vanilla when Regina wakes up. She has no idea of the time, but she's guessing it's early morning. The sun is still fairly low on the sky.

Maleficent is asleep next to her, she's a mess of unruly curls, and Regina immediately notice how their limbs are completely entwined. Maleficent's leg is bent over Regina's hip, and her arms are hugging Regina tightly into her body. Regina can feel the swell of the blonde's breasts against her back.

It feels nice, Regina notes. Falling asleep like this. Having Maleficent so close. She wanted more nights like these. Intense lovemaking and then snuggling up to one another afterwards.

Lovemaking? No, no. They weren't making love, of course they weren't. They were having sex. That was all. Plain and simple. Because how could it ever be more? The thought alone was impossible.

But as Regina turns her head slightly to look at the sleeping woman next to her, she immediately feels a rush of warmth. And obviously, it doesn't take her long to convince herself of what that rush of warmth means. Maleficent is the first one she's been intimate with. That's why. That's the only reason.

Whenever they see each other, it's fun and pleasurable, but that's it. Nothing more.

Regina slowly peels Mal's long arms away from her body and stands from the bed. She's a bit sore and achy everywhere, but its mostly her core and bottom that throbs with each step. And she's still sticky and smells intensely of vanilla. Of sex and fire and Maleficent.

Regina quickly slips her panties and dress back on. Then she waves her hand and makes her appearance as perfect as it was yesterday when she arrived.

Maleficent mutters something in her sleep, and Regina smiles a little as she looks back at the sleeping sorceress.

"Thank you for giving me a proper celebration last night," she whispers. Then she leaves the Forbidden Fortress.

To Be Continued…?