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Parting Ways:
"Take him to my bedchambers!" Regina commands as she stuffs the Huntsman's heart away.
The Huntsman failed in killing Snow White. Instead of obeying a simple command, he let her go. Seemingly, because he took pity on her!
Pity. Pity. As if the little bitch deserves that!
The Huntsman failed in killing Snow White, but he isn't entirely useless.
No, it would seem that his "talents" lies elsewhere.
Regina sends her guards away and joins the Huntsman in her bedchambers. Up until now, men have been in short supply in her life, but Regina barely flinches as she kisses him roughly again. He responds to the kiss, of course he does. He has no other choice. His heart is safely stored away. He's entirely at her mercy. Her pet.
She smirks at him. "What's the matter, Huntsman? Have you never kissed a woman before?"
The statement is ironic. She's making fun of his lack of experience with women, when she's the one who has never kissed a man before.
"I have, Your Majesty." The Huntsman says, ordered to answer.
"How fortunate," she drawls haughtily. "Kiss me again. Like you mean it."
He does, and Regina finds it to be surprisingly enjoyable. She orders him to lie down on the bed, and within seconds she's on top of him, straddling his waist. She won't allow him to be above her. She's the one in control. The one in charge.
She lifts her skirts and waves her hand to make her undergarments disappear. "Pleasure me," she says coldly and The Huntsman squirm, lowers a hand to tug at the laces on his pants.
"No." Regina says firmly and stops him, if not with her hands then with her voice. "Use your fingers, Huntsman. Let's see if they're capable of something else than killing. Or, failing at killing." She practically spits the last part out as she adjusts herself on top of him.
The Huntsman says nothing as he lines two fingers up and slides them inside her.
Regina bites her lip. His fingers are thick. Fuller than what she's used to, but she abstains from any comparisons. This huntsman could prove to be useful. "pleasure me" she had said, and that's exactly what he's doing. His fingers twists and thumps inside her, and Regina finds it perfectly enjoyable.
"Faster!" she orders and grinds herself on his fingers.
He does her bidding, but his face is turned away from her, and Regina sneers as she grasps his chin. "Look at me, Huntsman!"
He turns his head, looks directly into her eyes. Regina stares right back at him and sneers again. Is that spite in his eyes? Is he silently spiting her while she fucks herself on his fingers?
"Stop." She hisses and pushes his fingers away. She coldly orders him to remove his pants, and he does her bidding without questioning.
Regina smirks a little. Spite or not, he's erected and clearly has been for a while. She hitches her skirts up further and sinks down on him, thoroughly ignoring the burning pain of the unfamiliar stretch.
"Pleasure me," she orders again and bites the inside of her cheek when he starts moving within her. It still burns, and it feels like she's being teared apart from the inside, but she revels in it. The pain is good. The pain is soothing after the latest failure.
"Harder," she chokes out, and he immediately does her bidding and starts hitching his hips harder. He's stopped looking at her, but this time Regina lets it be. She's too focused on the intense mix of pleasure and pain.
The pleasure mounts inside her and she digs her fingernails into the soft flesh on his cheeks as she comes with a sharp cry.
She doesn't take a moment to catch her breath. She simply slides off him before he gets the chance to come within her. He went against a direct order. He failed in killing Snow White. He doesn't deserve any kind of rewarding.
"Now leave my chambers, Huntsman," she snips as she pushes her skirts back down.
He rises from the bed and re-dresses himself quickly.
"But don't go too far," Regina adds as she almost gently brushes a fingertip over his sharp cheekbones. "I might want you again later."
"As you wish, Your Majesty," he says and disappears out of the door.
The second the door closes behind him, Regina lies back down on the bed and curls up. She's still hurting inside, but she firmly tells herself that it's only a matter of adjustment.
The Huntsman might have failed in murdering Snow White, but still… This is most convenient. He is hers, and hers entirely. He will do whatever she demands of him, whether she wants his fingers or tongue or cock. She has full control over him, he won't go anywhere or put his own pleasure before hers.
He will always be right here whenever she wants him. Her pet. Her willing, handsome Huntsman. Here to please her in whatever way she wants him to.
Regina chuckles darkly to herself. This is most convenient indeed.
She bids the Huntsman to come to her chambers quite frequently after that. This might not have played out the way she wanted it to, but now he's here, and only a fool wouldn't take advance of his… skills.
Their first "meeting" in her bedchambers sets the tone for his other visits. Him on the bed, ridded of whatever clothing Regina sees fitting, and her on top of him, fully dressed apart from her undergarments.
She never lets him touch her. Well, apart from how she wants him to touch her, and she's also yet to take her clothes of for him. He doesn't deserve to see her naked. He's unworthy. Perhaps after a few more "meetings" in her chambers, she'll let him see her. Once he has earned forgiveness for failing.
And while he works on that, she enjoys herself. He's quite good, perhaps even skilled. True, she has little to compare with, but she's fairly certain, that was he's doing would be considered pleasurable.
The frequent visits from the Huntsman brings her a little peace. He never fails to make her climax, to make her dig her nails into his chest as pleasure washes over her, but still, there's that nagging, empty feeling after she sends him away. She always feels oddly unsated after he leaves, even though she had climaxed moments before.
It's Snow White, she tells herself. It's because that little bitch is still alive and kicking somewhere out in the dark forest. Once she's gone, Regina will be able to sleep peacefully.
A late evening, Regina is sitting in her bedchambers, nibbling on a grape from the bowl on her vanity table. That's all she's eating these days, and Daddy often "berates" her for it, but Regina simply sneers that she's not hungry.
She shifts restless on the stool and takes another grape from the bowl. She's feeling particularly annoyed tonight. Perhaps she should send for the Huntsman. Maybe that would take the edge of… things.
She purses her lips and brushes a hand over the tight, red velvet dress she's wearing tonight. Or maybe she should venture out in her carriage and look her "people" in the eyes and determine who of them is lying about Snow White's whereabouts.
Regina raises her hand to pop the grape into her mouth, but it disappears instead, and she's suddenly holding on to a deep red rose.
A red rose with thorns, that is. Regina hisses when it tears through the skin on her finger. She scoffs unimpressed as she heals the injury. She knows that signal, would recognize it anywhere, but she remains unenthusiastic. It's been ages since she last saw Maleficent, and she's not particularly interested in seeing her tonight.
"I thought you didn't mind a little pain," a soft, velvet voice says behind her.
Regina doesn't raise an eyebrow. Doesn't even turn around. "Maleficent." She acknowledges dully. A visit from her old friend isn't on her schedule tonight.
"Aren't you even gonna pretend you're happy to see me, darling?" Maleficent asks with feigned disappointment as she comes up behind Regina and rests her hands lightly on her shoulders.
Regina looks up for a moment. Maleficent looks her usual self, clad in a purple silk gown with a plunging neckline. Her golden hair is carelessly swept to the side.
"Alright," Regina says and humors the dragon for a moment. "What brings you to my bedchambers?"
"I'm so glad you asked," Maleficent drawls. "You see, I was enjoying a glass of wine in my castle, when I suddenly came to think of one of my favorite wine-drinkers in this realm. It's been a while, hasn't it, darling?"
"I'm busy." Regina says flatly and takes another grape from the bowl.
"Doing what, exactly?" Maleficent purrs and bends down. She brushes her lips over Regina's neck, and Regina stiffens momentarily when her teeth sinks into her soft flesh.
"Ah, so you do still like that," Mal drawls. "Just checking."
"I think you should go," Regina says and stands from the stool. "I have other things to do. And I'm afraid you're not one of them."
"But I'm guessing the Huntsman is?" Maleficent hisses and is suddenly very much in Regina's face.
Regina simply laughs coldly in her face. "Oh, so that's what drove the big bad dragon out of her lair, hmm? What's the matter, dear? Can't handle the fact that I've found someone more… suitable?"
"Suitable?" Maleficent echoes and raises an eyebrow.
"He's a man." Regina clarifies. "And as such, he's a better much for me, I'm sure you understand."
"Oh, a better match, is he?" Maleficent sneers. "How passionate, my dear."
Regina's temper flares up at that little stab. "I have no need for your little… visits anymore, Maleficent. You may go." She turns away from the dragon and grabs the hairbrush from the table.
"And you think you can just discard of me that easily?" Maleficent says, and her voice is dangerously low.
Regina laughs again. "What did you imagine, dear? I don't recall ever promising you anything."
Maleficent remains silent, but Regina sees something in her eyes that makes her mock-gasp. "Oh, don't tell me that you're here to proclaim your feelings for me."
Maleficent still doesn't say anything, but Regina can see her blue eyes flicker ever so slightly.
"Oh god, you care for me," Regina says and rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, my dear, but that is the most pathetic thing I have ever heard. You've really fallen quite a-ways, Maleficent."
Maleficent's lips twists and her blue eyes gleams alarmingly.
But Regina really can't be bothered with this tonight. She has far more important things to do.
"Don't get me wrong, I would love to hear about your delicate little feelings," she drawls and waves her hand mockingly. "But this is a bad time. Now leave before I make you."
Regina never sees it coming. One minute she's standing calmly, brushing her hair, and the next minute, Maleficent's palm lands on her cheek and the brunette stumbles backwards. The slap takes her completely by surprise.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Regina screeches and brings her own palm up to the cheek Maleficent just slapped. "What the hell is the matter with you?! Showing up unannounced and…" she doesn't get the chance to finish the sentence. Maleficent waves her hand and sends her flying backwards into the door. She ends up with her back pressed against the door, restrained by whatever magic Maleficent is using.
And she doesn't get the chance to use a counter curse either. Maleficent is in front of her within seconds, and the dragon doesn't hesitate before she wraps a hand around Regina's throat.
Regina laughs mockingly until Maleficent's grip becomes too tight. "Is… that… the best… you can… do?" she rasps and doesn't even claw at Maleficent's hand.
Maleficent tightens her grip around her throat, and the room starts to go blurry around the edges. Perhaps the dragon is aiming to make her pass out.
"Go… On," she croaks and wheezes. "Choke me. You… Want to. I can… Feel it. Go…On."
Maleficent's grip tightens and tightens, and Regina is sure she's gonna black out. But then, as suddenly as she started, Maleficent lets go of her throat, and Regina coughs and coughs and wheezes. The air burns in her lungs and she can't breathe the air fully into her lungs.
"What happened to that sweet girl who walked into my castle?" Maleficent hisses and looks like she's about to wring Regina's neck.
"She grew up!" Regina spats and rubs the sore spot on her neck. "She grew up and became a hell of a lot wiser!"
Maleficent raises her hand, but then lowers it again.
"What's the matter? I thought you were trying to kill me," Regina challenges mockingly. "I just crushed your silly little feelings under my booth, didn't I? What's holding you back, dragon? Come on, just do it. Don't be such a cowa…"
She's not allowed to finish this time either. Maleficent grabs her again, but this time she doesn't wrap her fingers around Regina's throat. Instead she kisses her. Fiercely, demanding and she shoves Regina back against the door, grips her wrists and pins them above her head.
Regina immediately starts struggling. How dare Maleficent do this? How dare she show up like this and restrain her?!
But Maleficent keeps kissing her. Her tongue plunges Regina's mouth and Regina finds herself to be responding to the kiss. No matter how little she wants to. And eventually, Maleficent let's go of her wrists. Her hands roams all over Regina's body, and then- Regina's protests are silenced with a kiss- she rips the front of Regina's dress wide open and starts kneading her breasts harshly.
"Say I don't mean anything to you!" Maleficent growls as she flicks an already hard nipple between her fingers.
"You don't mean anything to me," Regina sneers and moans when Maleficent pinches her nipple harshly.
Maleficent growls again and squeezes Regina's breast again. Then she lowers her mouth and wraps her lips around a hard nipple.
"You don't mean anything to me!" Regina says again and arches her back. "You mean nothing to me!"
Maleficent rises to her full height, grabs her by the waist and more or less throws her on to the bed. Regina is fast in her reaction, but not fast enough. Maleficent straddles her waist and starts kneading her breasts again.
"You.. Mean… Nothing…" Regina says as she struggles to get on top of Maleficent. She won't let the dragon have the upper hand.
But Maleficent grips her shoulders, forces her to lie back on the bed. Then she pushes Regina's dress up and exposes her thighs.
"This won't- ahh!-" Regina moans as Maleficent plants featherlight kisses all over her inner thighs. "This won't change anything, do you hear me?!"
Maybe Maleficent doesn't. Or maybe she just chooses to ignore her. Either way, she slips a hand inside her panties and dips a finger in her wetness.
Regina moans and her fingers curls around the headboard.
"So I don't mean anything to you?" Maleficent snarls and waves her now glistening finger in Regina's face.
"No. You don't." Regina hisses.
That only seems to make Maleficent even more determined, and Regina gasps when the blonde yanks her panties down and starts plunging her tongue mercilessly into her.
"Nothing," Regina half-laughs, half moans, as her head collides with the headboard again and again. "You mean nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Maleficent quickens her pace and brings two fingers down to circle Regina's swollen nub.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!" Regina chants to aggravate Maleficent further.
But when she comes, it's still with Maleficent's name on her lips and her face imprinted into her mind. And once she's sated, she willingly returns the favor, so to speak. Because this is the last time this will happen. This is her way of ending things.
Once Maleficent is spent and lies panting next to her, Regina slips out of bed, shrugs on a robe and turns to the dragon.
"Leave." She says coldly.
Maleficent doesn't move an inch.
"I said leave," Regina snaps. "I don't want you to come back again, do you hear me? We're through."
Maleficent gracefully rises from the bed and puts her dress back on. "If that's what you want… darling."
"Don't call me that," Regina says harshly. "Now get out of here."
Maleficent does what Regina asks, and as soon as the door closes behind her, Regina sits down heavily on the bed. Her cheeks are wet, and it takes a while before she realizes that she's crying for Maleficent, and for what can never be….
To Be Continued…