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Taking a breath to try and get her nerves under control, Emma raises her hand and knocks on the large, ornate wooden door before her. A quiet voice beckons her inside and a moment later, she kneels, eyes fixed to the ground where she can just barely make out the pointed toes of the black leather boots belonging to her Queen. “You called for me, Your Majesty?”
“Ah, my lovely Swan, rise.” She does so. “Tell me, dear, how long has it been since you swore yourself to me?”
Quickly counting, Emma’s surprised by the number she comes up with, unused to committing to anything for an extended period of time. “Five years, Majesty.”
Inching closer, close enough to touch, the boots begin to circle her, the Queen’s hum filling the air. “And in that time,” she purrs, “how many women have had the pleasure of mounting your sword?”
Emma almost snaps her head up, unable to believe the Queen just asked her what she thinks the Queen just asked her. She's made no secret of her particular differences to most women, but no one has ever simply come right out and asked her something so personal, especially not in regards to that particular difference.
“Pardon?”
The touch arrives. An arm rests upon her shoulder as a hand fists in her hair and pulls, tipping her head back. Emma meets the dark, dangerous stare of her Queen, and swallows thickly. “I do believe you heard me well enough, and I do so hate to repeat myself.”
A well-established fact that she shouldn’t have needed to remind anyone of, least of all Emma. “I… Apologies, my Queen. I, well…”
A perfect brow rises. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” she says, explaining in a rush, “but I really don’t want to answer that.”
The brow descends and the Queen smirks. She tugs. “Answer anyway.”
“Maj-”
“Regina, dear.”
The sheer shock of her suggesting anyone call her by name invokes a gasp. “I couldn’t poss-”
“You can and you will,” she interrupts, giving another, sharper tug. Emma struggles not to close her eyes and whimper at the rough handling. “If your answer is what I hope, then you will become accustomed to my name on your lips.”
Emma stiffens in more ways than one at the implication. “My Queen-”
Nostrils flaring, the fingers in her hair tighten while another set firmly grip her jaw. “I do hope you weren’t about to deny me,” Regina purrs silkily. “I have watched you strut my halls, drawing the gaze of my subjects within my domain for far too long to be denied now.” A growl rumbles low in her throat and the hand moves from Emma’s jaw to her neck before Regina hisses, “You would rut with those filthy peasants, but deny me?”
“No!” Emma winces, the protest louder than she intended. She knows not to anger the Queen, to cede all without hesitation. She’s fortunate to still have her head after resisting this long, but her resistance had only been out of propriety. “None... the answer to your question is none, Regina.”
The hand squeezes gently before the Queen cups her chin. “None?” She coos, rubbing the tip of her thumb along a pale lip. “My most loyal knight, wanted throughout the lands, is chaste? How precious.” A wicked little grin contorts her mouth. “A virgin, perhaps?”
Biting, sucking at the lip, Emma shakes her head. She has abstained for a reason, but she’s certainly no stranger to pleasures of the flesh. She misses it, but when the only woman to spark her interest since the last had shown her nothing in the way of reciprocation- well, she had plenty to occupy her time and distract her from the wanting without the added complication of another person trying to fit into a space she didn’t want them.
“Good.”
Emma frowns. “Good?”
The Queen hums, releasing the grip on her hair and stepping back. “Make no mistake,” she says, “the idea of you fumbling your way around and expressing yourself too early is amusing- pleasant, even -but I prefer someone with experience, someone who knows what they are doing.”
Emma’s cheeks warm. “I, um, haven’t had any complaints.”
At least none in regards to climaxing too soon.
“Then let us hope your abstinence has not affected your skill.” Dragging the hand from her throat and down her chest, Regina plucks at the buttons of Emma’s shirt and says, “I want you in my chambers and on my bed, naked, within the next five minutes.”
Emma swallows, hard. “Yes, my Queen.”
Entering her chambers exactly five minutes later, Regina is pleased to find her instructions have been followed to the letter. Emma lies upon her bed, every glorious inch of her exposed and ready to pleasure her Queen. Regina throbs at the sight and her mouth waters as she takes in the large, thick cock resting against Emma’s chiselled stomach.
Setting about the arduous task of undressing herself, she commands, “Touch yourself.”
Ever the loyal knight, Emma obeys but instead of picking her cock up and jerking herself off like Regina expects, she begins by stroking the underside of her shaft. She uses her whole hand as she slides her palm from tip to base and back again, her long, slim fingers lightly teasing at her balls with every downward stroke.
Regina’s dress hits the floor within moments. Her lingerie follows soon after and in only a few, short moments more, she’s between Emma’s thighs, bowing her head and following those fingers with the hot, slippery caress of her tongue.
Up and down, she licks, drawing the most exquisite sounds from her well-endowed knight.
After a while, the urge to take Emma into her mouth becomes impossible to resist and on her next caress, she descends even further, curling her tongue around Emma’s balls and pulling as much of them into her mouth as she can.
“Oh fuck, Regina.”
Hearing her name said with such desperation, a shiver runs through her, hardening her nipples as she flutters her tongue over the sensitive flesh. She noisily licks and sucks at Emma’s sack before releasing it and licking her way back up the length of Emma’s shaft. She pushes away the hand that had been massaging the bulbous tip and slides her tongue along the divet, tasting the warm, salty precum that steadily weeps from the head.
“Regina,” Emma breathes, her arm rising, then falling back down beside her, hand fisting the bedding. “Please.”
Sucking briefly at the tip, Regina lifts her head and raises a brow. “Please,” she repeats. “Please what, knight?”
Emma whimpers. “Anything,” she groans, breathing hard. “Just… I need to come... Please, my Queen.”
Holding her stare, Regina raises a hand and dances the tips of her fingers up over the shaft. She takes the hot, throbbing meat into her hand and points it towards her face, lips pursed as she lowers her head back down and forces the cock between them.
Emma immediately bucks, gasping as she lodges herself halfway down Regina’s throat. Having had the wherewithal to remove her gag reflex before she’d even entered the room, Regina sinks the rest of the way down. She moans at the taste and feel of Emma buried so deep inside her; the sensation almost enough to have her give up on the idea of filling her mouth with Emma’s delicious cream to have Emma filling her pussy with it instead.
A hand on the back of her head encourages her to continue with her plan, however, and she begins to bob up and down, taking the entire length over and over. She sucks at and swallows against Emma’s fat cock, moaning as the head continues to dribble its nectar onto her tongue and down her throat.
The sting of arousal begins to build and her cunt spasms, clenching around nothing. As she bobs faster, Regina spreads her legs and presses her cunt into the mattress, humping at it like a cock-starved bitch in heat.
“Fuck, Regina,” Emma gasps suddenly and grips her hair. “I’m going to... fill your p- perfect mouth.”
Regina moans, hips churning as her need spills from her cunt and seeps into the bedding below. She loses control, giving it all up to Emma, who takes it happily, using the hold to increase the pace and fuck her throat, hard and fast.
When she cries out and Regina feels the first jet of thick, hot pleasure shoot from the tip to splash against the back of her throat, she comes and doesn’t stop until the cock slips from her mouth and flops back down onto Emma’s stomach with a soft, wet slap.
Savouring the taste in her mouth and the afterglow of her release, Regina pushes back on her hands. She rests her head between her arms, forehead pressed to the mattress as she breathes heavily. Any doubts she had about taking one of her knights to bed, especially one she knows is a little more enamoured with her than the others, have been put to rest.
Never in her many years has she ever come from sucking someone off.
“My Queen?” She hums curiously and brings a hand to her throat, soothing the slight ache there with a small surge of magic. “Are you alright?”
Rising onto her hands, she pulls her knees together and surges forward, crawling up over her knight. “Quite,” she purrs, dropping down and fitting Emma’s cock snuggly within her slick folds before she leans in for a kiss.
As she shares Emma’s taste with her, Regina slowly rocks her hips back and forth. Emma moans and clutches at her back, her hips, her ass. She palms both cheeks, kneading the flesh and encouraging Regina to move. She coats every inch of Emma’s prick with her desire as she tries to suffocate them both with lips and tongue, refusing to break from such a delectable mouth no matter how loud her lungs scream for her to do so.
Emma breaks first, releasing a guttural curse as she rips her mouth away. She tips her head back, panting up at the ceiling while Regina descends on her throat; licking, sucking and biting at the pale flesh until control is taken from her once more.
With another curse, Emma flips them over and rejoins their lips. Regina grabs her by the hair, a demand to be back on top on the tip of her tongue before it’s sucked into the warm, wet depths of Emma’s mouth. She groans and extracts one hand from those golden locks to slip it between them and down between her thighs.
Emma jerks, gasping sharply into the kiss as Regina guides that wonderfully stiff cock into her swollen, needy cunt. Emma begins thrusting immediately as Regina arches and writhes beneath her. They collide against each other again and again, like two animals seeking release as the room fills with the feral-like sounds of exertion and pleasure.
It isn't long before they're sweating together, skin slick and sliding against one another as they each push the other towards release. Their hips meet with increasing speed, building power until finally, Regina comes hard around Emma's cock, shuddering and moaning loudly into her new lover's mouth.
Emma follows suit moments later. Her eyes roll back and her body goes rigid when she feels Regina spasm around her cock, milking it with powerful contractions. She cries out into the kiss, spilling her pleasure, hot and thick into the Queen’s hungry pussy.
“Time to clean up your mess, pet.”
Emma slowly opens her eyes and the sight that greets her has her inhaling sharply, which in turn has her groaning as her Queen’s scent overwhelms her senses. Regina’s cunt is swollen and glistens with their combined pleasure, hovering mere inches above her before it starts to descend.
Regina smothers her with it, hands fisting in her hair and holding Emma still as she jogs her hips and humps Emma’s face. Back and forth, she smears her slick from nose to chin, over and over, praising Emma for how good she feels, and how good she’s making her Queen feel.
Emma licks and sucks at her, the sounds of her feasting obscene. Regina loves every second of it and before long, she’s demanding Emma’s tongue and coming all over her knight’s pretty little face.
Slumping forward, eyes open, she watches Emma lick the moisture from around her mouth. The sight of her tongue sparks yet more arousal and Regina dismounts her beautiful knight, shifting down her glorious body until pussy and cock are aligned once more. She reaches between her thighs, fingers wrapping around Emma’s shaft as she stands it up and thrusts down, impaling herself on her new favourite toy.
“Fuck,” Emma gasps. “My Queen !”
Regina grins and grinds, burying Emma deep inside herself. “Hmm? Something wrong?”
“N- no,” Emma stutters on a moan.
“Mmm.” Regina wriggles her hips, ensuring she’s taken every inch before she starts to bounce, groaning “You feel wonderful, darling.”
Emma moans. “You t- too.”
Smiling, Regina brings them together, chest to chest. She nips at Emma’s mouth and gives in when Emma retaliates with a kiss, loving the feel of those soft lips on hers almost as much as she loves having the woman’s cock filling her up.
“Touch me,” she mumbles into the kiss, eyes slipping shut when Emma’s hands immediately lay claim to every inch of skin within reach.
Emma strokes her thighs and ass, sliding her hands all the way up along Regina’s spine and back down. She gropes her ass, clutching a cheek in each hand and guiding Regina’s thrusts, pushing and pulling, up and down, faster, harder. Regina buries her face in Emma’s neck, moaning loudly as she’s taken to the edge yet again.
“Gonna… come,” Emma pants moments later. “Fill you up.”
Whining, already there, Regina sinks her teeth into a shoulder and comes hard, passing out just as Emma throbs and spills another load inside her.
Regina awakens, sated for the time being, naked and sticking to the delicious body beneath her. She peels her mouth away from Emma’s skin and raises her head, eyes hooded as she takes in the beauty that is her knight, passed out and snoring softly.
Ordinarily, once she’s done taking what she wants and wants no more from someone, she’d throw them out and go on with her life until she’s overcome with the need to fuck away her frustrations again. It isn’t often that she doesn’t stop wanting, that she pauses to contemplate turning a dalliance into something regular, something… more.
With Emma, though, she still wants. The desire to wake the woman- to get her out of her chambers as quickly as possible, is absent. She wants to wake her, yes, but not to throw her out. She wants to wake her to see those brilliant green eyes gaze upon her with the love and adoration she’s become so accustomed to glimpsing over the years, to feel those pale pink lips meld with her own and to delight in those hands, roughened from life, dance across her body with the same reverence she’d felt throughout their coupling.
She wants, and she wants Emma; to kiss, to fuck, to claim and be claimed by.
How ridiculous.
Bowing her head, Regina captures Emma’s mouth, the kiss soft at first, meant only to rouse the woman. When Emma begins to respond, only then does Regina change the intent behind the kiss, licking and sucking at those supple lips, urging them to part for her tongue as she slips it into the sweet heat of Emma’s mouth.
Perhaps all she need do is fuck Emma until these absurd fantasies leave her silly mind.