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Grieving Widow
The King is dead.
The King is dead, and Snow White is devastated over the loss of her father.
The King is dead, and Regina offers her grieving stepdaughter a loving shoulder to cry on.
The King is dead, and Regina's face is a mask, heavy with grief over the loss of her husband.
The King is dead, and Regina dresses appropriately in black and declares a month's grieving in the kingdom.
The King is dead, and Regina summons half of the kingdom to attend the funeral.
The King is dead, and Regina appears to be distraught and even sheds a few tears here and there.
The King is dead, and Snow White has lost her appetite, and doesn't eat.
Regina does.
The King is dead, and Regina is thrilled.
Her bumbling husband, finally out of the picture. Now there's only one left.
Snow White.
Regina knows that she must be delicate in this next phase. As much as she just wants to kill the girl on the spot, she knows the can't do that. It's been a day since the King perished, and Snow's dead so soon after would only rouse suspicion. No. She'll have to thread carefully.
The King is dead, and Regina celebrates it with a glass of wine after sending for a doctor to Snow White. The little brat is in shock.
Regina chuckles to herself. The King is dead. Dead. The old fool trusted the wrong person. Manipulating the Genie had been fairly easy. Almost as easy as manipulating Gabriela back in the good old days. A few touches here and there. A lowered voice. Playing her part as the neglected queen whose husband didn't appreciate or care for her.
And once she had brought out the Agrabahn Vipers, the King's fate had been sealed. The Genie had acted exactly as expected and offered to kill the King, so he and Regina could be together.
Regina chuckles again. It had almost been too easy. Her only regret is, that she couldn't be there to see the King die. To see the life, leave his body. That would have been a real treat.
The King is dead, and suddenly Regina is the most coveted widow in the realm. Already two days after the King's dead, the first letter arrives, offering Regina her condolences. But Regina is capable of reading between the lines. This letter is not all about condolences. It's about King Zacharia, trying to weasel his way into her bed.
Regina burns the letter, but they keep coming. The next letter she receives is from King George. She scoffs. King George. Another old man. He is far more direct than King Zacharia, talks about how it would strengthen the kingdom if they were to marry.
Regina burns that letter too.
The next letter in line is from young King Nicholas. He's nineteen and recently crowned. Regina and King Leopold met him once at a ball, and Regina has to laugh when she reads his letter. He is certainly very bold and very direct. And he certainly makes no attempt at hiding exactly what he wants from a marriage to Regina.
A male heir.
A male heir to rule the kingdom when he can't do it anymore, because surely King Leopold's daughter isn't capable of ruling a kingdom?
Regina laughs. They agree on that. Snow White isn't capable of ruling a kingdom, but there will be no male heir either.
Regina tears the letter to shreds and then she throws it into the fire. She will bear no male heirs for anyone, and she will not re-marry either.
She will rule. She will make them kneel.
"Not interested in marrying a young prince, dearie?"
Regina scoffs as she spins around. "Vultures. My husband's corpse is barely cold." She says mockingly, and Rumplestiltskin giggles.
"Well, congratulations dearie. Manipulating the Genie was… inspired."
"Thank you," Regina says and feels genuinely proud for a second. It's not often the Dark One praises her.
Rumplestiltskin waggles a scaly finger in front of her. "But surely, you're not thinking of resting now, are you?"
"Absolutely not," Regina answers silkily. "Snow White is still alive. My work has barely started."
"Excellent," Rumplestiltskin giggles. "That's the spirit."
Regina flashes him a rather chilling grin. Having the king out of the way is like having a physical weight removed from her shoulder. Now it's just Snow White. And that little bitch will pay for what she did. Oh, there are so many ways she could end Snow White's life.
Rumplestiltskin suddenly transport so he's right in front of her. He flashes her a crooked smile and brushes his long fingers over her cheek. "I can already see your brain working, dearie."
"Well, Snow White's death has to just as inspired as the king's," Regina drawls and Rumplestiltskin flashes his rotting teeth in a smile. He dusts his longer fingers over her cheek, a habit he has developed lately, and Regina finds it both equally amusing and a little sad.
Perhaps its not only the noble kings who dreams of weaseling their way into the royal bed.
"Perhaps you should leave so I can… think." Regina says coldly and raises an eyebrow as the imp takes a step closer to her, ankles his face in line with her neck and inhales deeply.
"But of course, Your Majesty," he mocks and leans in, inhaling her scent again before he disappears in a cloud of red smoke.
Regina scoffs as she's left alone. That imp is delusional if he thinks… No. The mere thought is ridiculous.
Then there's a knock on her door and Regina spins around, irritated. Never a moments peace. "Yes?!"
Johanna, the elderly nursemaid curtseys and steps in: "Your Majesty, Snow White is asking for you."
Regina sends the nursemaid away and scoffs as she leaves her bedchambers. Snow White. Again.
Once again, she'll play her role. Once again, she'll be Snow's shoulder to cry on. But not for much longer now.
It takes a while to calm Snow, and Regina could have murdered the girl on the spot. But instead she listens to the girl's endless rambling about her beloved father, and even sits with her until she's calm enough to sleep. Then Regina returns to her own chambers. Now she'll have that second glass of wine. Now she'll celebrate her victory in private.
Or will she?
Regina pauses in her bedchambers with the wine glass in her hand. She hears the faint sound of crows, and suddenly, she feels inspired.
Snow White's fate can wait one more night.
It's been a while since she last saw Maleficent, and no one ever questions the motives of a grieving widow, so why not pay her good friend a visit? It's been a while.
Regina waves her hand and transport herself straight into the Forbidden Fortress.
Maleficent looks up from her lounging position in the window sill. She often sits there and looks out over the Dark Forest. Regina isn't sure why. Maybe it has something to do with her dragon instincts, the feeling of being above everyone else or something like that.
"Regina." Maleficent says pleasantly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Regina shrugs lightly. "It's been a while since we last spoke, so I figured I would drop by and visit my old friend. But perhaps you're too busy?" She's almost sneering at that. Maleficent looks everything but busy.
"I happen to be un-occupied at the moment," Maleficent drawls and raises an eyebrow.
"Excellent." Regina says and helps herself to a glass of Maleficent's sweet-tasting wine. She eagerly licks her lips after the first taste.
"I suppose my sympathy is in order," Mal continues, and Regina stiffens momentarily when she appears right behind her.
"Whatever makes you say that?" Regina answers and takes another sip of the wine.
"I heard news of the king's… passing." Mal says and takes the glass from Regina and brings it to her own lips.
"Oh yes," Regina says gleefully. "It's truly a tragic day."
"And yet you appear to be quite unaffected."
"One could say I've made my peace with being a widower," Regina smirks and wrenches the glass out of Maleficent's hand and takes a sip of the wine.
"I suppose this is where I offer you my condolences?"
"You could do that," Regina nods and waves her hand, making the wine glass disappear. "Or…" she takes a step closer to Maleficent and twirls one of her golden locks. "You could offer to console a grieving widower…"
"Oh, so that's what you're here for," Maleficent says. "How predicable..."
Regina smiles completely unaffected by that little stab. "Oh, it was merely a suggestion, dear. I'll have you know, there are plenty of other people who wants to console me."
"Is that so?" Maleficent says and narrows her eyes.
"Mhmm," Regina says and counts on her fingers. "King Zacharia, King George, and newly crowned King Nicholas. He's nineteen, would you believe? So young and handsome. I'm sure he and I could have quite a bit of fun together…"
Maleficent sneers and her finger squeezes around Regina's wrist.
"I think even the Dark One was interested in consoling me," Regina continues ruthlessly. "The Dark One, would you believe? I mean…"
It works as intended. Maleficent grasps her chin and kisses her roughly.
Regina revels in her "triumph" and she sniggers as Maleficent's tongue darts out and fights to get access to Regina's mouth.
But Regina has other plans. She breaks the kiss with a pop, and sinks her teeth into Maleficent's exposed neck.
"Careful, darling." Maleficent hisses and yanks Regina's head up. "Wasn't the good king bitten in the neck by a couple of Agrabahn Vipers?"
"Was he?" Regina giggles. "How interesting. Have you been spying on me again?"
"Perhaps," Maleficent drawls and opens the first three buttons in Regina's dress, exposing her chest even more. "Your little scheme with the Genie was quite…"
"Inspired?" Regina suggests sweetly. "I'm so happy you approve of my methods, Mal." She stretches her hands out and grabs a fistful of the bodice on Maleficent's dress. She ignores Maleficent's warning look and rips the material, exposing Maleficent's tight corset and the top of her chest.
"I didn't approve of that," Maleficent sneers and grasps Regina's chin. "I should take you over my knee for that."
Regina chuckles darkly. Maleficent's threats are old news. "Or you could just fuck me instead."
Maleficent growls as she grips Regina's wrist and drags her with her into her bedchambers. She doesn't even close the door. She simply waves her hand, sending Regina flying head first onto the bed.
Regina doesn't even yelp when she lands roughly on the bed, a mess of skirts and tangled locks. She doesn't even get the chance to turn around to lie on her front before Maleficent is hovering above her and prevents her from moving by pressing a firm knee into her lower back.
"What's next, dragon?" Regina challenges and looks over her shoulder to glance at Maleficent. The sorceress sneers again and Regina hears a tearing sound. She doesn't even have to look to know that Maleficent just ripped through her dress and layers of underskirts, leaving Regina's thighs and backside exposed.
"You want to play rough, little queen?" Maleficent asks silkily and squeezes the back of Regina's thighs firmly.
"Don't… Call me… That," Regina hisses and squirms.
"Little queen." Maleficent mocks and runs a skilled finger up and down Regina's backside.
"Let me guess... This is the part where you swat me, right?" Regina drawls.
Smack.
"Hm. I was right. So predictable," Regina scoffs. "I think you've lost your touch, my de…" she cuts herself off abruptly and moans when Maleficent suddenly yanks her underwear down and plunges two fingers inside her. It's almost painful, but the pleasure is easily overshadowing the pain. She's wet, of course is. Has been since she stepped inside the Forbidden Fortress.
"Is this too predictable for you, darling?" Maleficent asks as she starts moving her fingers within Regina.
"I'm thinking you could do so much better than this," Regina pants and moans again when Maleficent picks up the pace and starts thrusting hard and fast.
Regina wiggles a little, spreads her legs for better access and grabs on to the headboard for support.
"Not so predicable now is it, little queen?" Mal purrs as she slides a third finger into Regina and thrusts so hard, Regina screams out in both pain and pleasure. This is absolutely perfect. Maleficent is fucking her exactly like Regina wants right now.
"I expect you to be on your knees after this," Maleficent states matter of factly with a particular skillful flick of her wrist.
"Queens… Doesn't…. Kneel... For… Anyone." Regina half moans.
Smack. She's reward with yet another hard spank to her bottom.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll make an exception for me, darling," Maleficent husks and slows her movements down. "Or do you want me to stop entirely?"
"N-no," Regina pants. "D-don't stop!"
"Will you be a good girl and be on your knees for me then?" Maleficent asks and picks up the pace again.
Regina groans and tightens the grip on the headboard.
Smack. Smack.
Regina hisses.
"Will you?" Maleficent asks silkily. "Or do you not want to come?"
"I… Fine," Regina grits out. She supposes she could kneel for Maleficent. But only because it's been a while since the last time.
"Good girl," Maleficent purrs, and Regina moans loudly as she picks up the pace again. "That wasn't so hard now was it, Your Majesty?"
Regina doesn't even bother answering. She's close. So close. She just needs. She needs….
Maleficent gives her a particular hard thrust that sends Regina moaning over the edge. She will definitely be feeling this tomorrow. Her core will positively ache tomorrow. Good.
Maleficent grips her thigh and effortlessly flips her over. Regina looks up at her as the blonde slides the ruined dress of her body and unlaces her corset.
"Now on your knees, little queen." Maleficent purrs and gone is the rough treatment when she grasps Regina's upper arm and lifts her into a sitting position.
Regina rises to stand on her still weak legs. Her knees trembles annoyingly under her, and Maleficent smirks. "Do you need a moment, darling?"
"No." Regina bites and pushes Maleficent into a sitting position on the bed. Instead of using her hands, she flicks her wrist and makes Maleficent's panties disappear.
"Are you certain? You look like you could use a minute," Maleficent drawls.
"Shut up." Regina sneers and drops to her knees in front of Maleficent. She feels a little satisfied when she hears Maleficent inhale sharply.
Well, if she isn't pleased to see the queen… Regina crawls in between Maleficent's spread legs and lets her tongue explore swollen and slick folds.
Maleficent moans, and a second later Regina feels her fingers tangle into her hair and yank just a little.
Regina would smirk if she could. So she is pleased to see the queen. Excellent. The brunette continues to use the flat of her tongue on Maleficent's clit, and the responses she gets is every bit worth it. Maleficent is moaning and tugging at Regina's dark locks.
She could continue to do this. She could keep this up. Maleficent would come fairly easy from this, but Regina finds that to be awfully boring. Why not have a bit of fun now that she's down here anyway? She abandons Mal's clit and angles her tongue so its lined up with Maleficent's entrance.
"Yes, darling!" Maleficent hisses and her thighs trembles on either side of Regina's head.
Regina plunges her tongue inside and Maleficent's grip on her hair becomes painfully tight. Good. She swiftly moves her tongue, almost withdrawing it, and then plunging it right back inside Maleficent's tight, wet heat. She's wet, so wet. Regina can feel her arousal drip down her thighs, and she reminds herself to lick Maleficent clean once the dragon has had her release.
She doesn't have to wait that long for that release. Maleficent suddenly throws her head back and cries out. Regina's tongue and chin gets covered in the result of her pleasure, and Regina keeps the promise to herself and gingerly licks Maleficent's sex and thighs clean. And she does enjoy the salty taste on her tongue.
Maleficent grabs the back of her neck and yanks her up so they're in eye level. She locks her fingers in Regina's hair, kisses her fiercely and positions Regina in her lap.
Regina returns the kiss and pushes Maleficent back against the mattress. Always the same. Always the same, fierce kiss after Regina has pleasured her. She suspects that it's the way Maleficent says thank you.
"Now what, darling?" Maleficent questions as she ends up lying on the mattress with Regina on top of her.
"I'm… not… done," Regina grits and starts grinding herself against Maleficent's thigh. She needs to come again. Being on her knees, pleasuring Maleficent always does that to her.
"Then by all means, let me help, my sweet," Maleficent says, waves her hand, making what's left of Regina's dress disappear and brings her smart fingers down for the second time.
Regina's second orgasm is hard and fast.
"So, the king is dead. Now what, darling?" Maleficent asks later, when they're both sated, contend and a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs.
"Well… Now my real work begins," Regina says and stretches her neck to look after the remains of her dress. She should be on her way. She never stays for long now. She has other things to attend to. She has a stepdaughter who is still alive and breathing. She needs to get back. This… this is just dawdling on her behalf. She should be in the process of getting dressed and then leave.
She certainly shouldn't be lying here, in Maleficent's bed. And she definitely shouldn't let the dragon hold her like she's holding her right now. It's weak. It's unnecessary. She's sated. Maleficent is sated. Regina has no reason to stay any longer.
"How are you gonna do it? Kill your stepdaughter, I mean," Maleficent murmurs into her skin, and Regina wobbles in her decision about leaving.
"I'm considering several options," Regina half-cackles, only half distracted by the fact that Maleficent's arms are skill looped around her.
"Hmm, and once she's dead…" Maleficent husks and drops a kiss on Regina's naked shoulder. "You'll be free."
"Yes, then I'll be free." Regina echoes. But she's not entirely sure what Maleficent means with her statement.
Maleficent hums something incoherent into her skin, and then: "Don't leave just yet, darling."
"Convince me," Regina challenges bluntly.
Maleficent smirks at her, shifts slightly and wraps her smart mouth around Regina's nipple.
Regina gasps and arches her back. She supposes she could stay for a little while longer.
But only for a little while. After all, this is just… Just…. Just.
To Be Continued….