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The queen would have been content to bear Leopold's son and kill him afterward. But after years of enduring his exertions fruitlessly, she was no longer content to wait. The king gave her gifts, jewels, sometimes extravagant (never as excessive as those given her cursed step-daughter, but nice nevertheless). These she was not content with, either. She needed a new plaything, after Daniel. This time she would not be so incautious as to select a male toy, although clearly she would still need the male assets.
She began canvassing the servants’ quarters, and it took a month before she found a suitable target. Leopold's hair had been light in his youth, and his face wide, with prominent cheekbones. This girl was prettier than the Leopold of the portraits, pretty enough to be a noble - probably a noble’s illegitimate offspring. Maybe Leopold's, although with the man’s lackluster performance Regina doubted that he was capable. Snow White was improbable enough, and the king and former queen had been “very much in love.”
The potion was already prepared, and she doused the girl’s cloak in it. Not a love potion, although it certainly shared some attributes.
The next day, she made a grand appearance at the guards’ morning meal and demanded a riding companion. “You." She picked the blond out at the tables, and when the girl failed to stand, she drifted to her.
The girl hunched over her porridge, stomach plastered to the table, hands nearly white where they grasped the surface. Poor little one. She was embarrassed.
Regina cleared her throat, and the silence in the hall became lengthy. She finally had to say, “Your queen requires your attendance. Come, soldier.”
The girl finally stumbled to her feet, and Regina swept out of the dining area. “We should fetch your riding gear,” she told the girl, trusting that she followed. “Lead me to your quarters.”
She assumed that, like Daniel, this girl shared a communal living space, and was pleasantly surprised to find that she had her own room. Rather than waiting, Regina followed her into the room and closed the door behind her, taking in the bare surfaces, the unpolished raw wood. Very quaint. “Are you new here?” she asked, genuinely curious. She had never noticed the girl, and a guardsman of her rank would certainly be assigned to watch the queen.
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl responded, keeping her eyes down, as was proper. Regina was ecstatic. She would do perfectly. So pretty, so meek.
Regina stepped to her and put her hand on the girl’s chest, above her breasts. “And what is your name?”
The girl seemed to forget, and Regina smiled sweetly, resisting the urge to let the smile widen. She was already wet, thrilled at the impending conquest, and at the guard’s demeanor. She could be hungry for her in a moment. For now she'd be sweet.
“Em - Emma,” the girl blurted.
“A surname?” Regina prompted.
“Swan.” The girl gulped audibly, and Regina stepped even closer, so that she could feel the girl’s breath. She let her skirts brush the tent that the girl - Emma - had made of her trousers. And then she slid her hand up, making a short trail up to her neck.
“I noticed,” Regina said softly. “There was some foul magic afoot in my castle last night. You have it clinging to you, and that is why I have asked for your presence. Any ideas what might have transpired?”
Emma gulped again, green eyes wide and darting. Regina licked her lips, and then let her hand brush the front of the girl’s pants. “Could it have to do with this? ”
Emma jumped half a foot and backed away, which only allowed Regina to look openly at her. The pants were thin and Regina could nearly make out the shape of it. Regina had only used the potion on herself, and it had not had such a… drastic effect on her. She traced the outline hungrily with her eyes, imagining the guardsman under her, imagining how hard it would be. Regina was unsure that it would fit inside her. She would need to prepare herself. Or the guardsman could prepare her, with that sweet pink mouth.
Regina advanced on her, attention diverted to the guard’s lips. Emma kept backing up, until she was against the wall, and Regina took her time in the approach. This time she ignored the intrusive object between them, and instead traced the girl’s lips with her fingers. “Whatever did you do to earn such a curse?”
“Nothing! My queen, I swear to you that I have nothing to do with this foul magic.” Despite the brave rush of words, the girl’s pupils were dilated and her member stood if possible straighter, straining for release, straining for Regina's wetness.
Regina let her fingers trace the guard's high cheekbones and then down, scraping her neck. “I know of such a curse. I am sorry to say that there is only one way to break it. I imagine that you can guess it.” She licked her lips again, and the guard watched the motion, eyes wide and hands clenching.
Regina put both of her hands on the guard’s shoulders, and then traced down her body, over her breasts, the hard plane of her stomach and between her hips, to the cock that jutted out. “Oh,” she breathed. “But you're so eager. I can't -” she kept her voice high. “I can't just leave you here with such a… big problem.”
The guard’s eyes had rolled back and she barely seemed to notice Regina's words. Regina slowly unbuckled the belt and loosened the ties, and the cock sprung out, into Regina's hands. “Oh,” Regina breathed again, and she needed this, she needed to be satisfied, to orgasm with this cock inside her, to take the long spurt of semen that must have built up inside the guardsman. She wanted to spend the rest of the day with the warmth of memory and with this guardsman’s cum dripping out of her. “But they will all wonder what is taking so long,” she told Emma, and released her.
Emma breathed out and opened her eyes. “Y - yes,” she agreed, and Regina was disappointed. Couldn't Emma throw her onto that miserable cot and fuck her already?
“But who will help you with this?”
“I - I can do it,” Emma said, and she tried to turn, to contain the cock in her pants.
Regina hummed. “You've already tried, haven't you?” she guessed. “That won't work. The curse will only be broken when you - if you do that inside someone.” Inside Regina, actually. Regina's stomach curled with anticipation. This was hers, and hers alone. Emma was hers, her own present to herself, to play with in her spare time.
Emma turned to Regina, eyes looking panicked. “I - I can't!”
“You've never wondered how it feels? To be so deep inside a woman, to give her pleasure and make her scream, to have her squeezing all around you, to drown in her wetness, and to leave your want inside her?” As she spoke, Regina turned Emma's hips back to her, taking the cock back from Emma, running light fingers over it. Emma's eyes fluttered shut again, and Regina snapped, “Keep your eyes open. Look at me.” She was hot and frustrated, now, by the girl’s innocent resistance.
“I - what do you want?” Emma looked down at herself in Regina's hands, and the sight seemed to overwhelm her. She looked back at Regina.
“Take off my clothing.” Regina turned, and a few moments later Emma's hands were on the ties of her dress. Regina had selected one that was easy for riding, loose and simple. Also easy for a simple peasant to navigate - her main object in the selection. She sighed when Emma slipped the dress’s shoulders down and traced tentatively along Regina's back, and Emma sighed back.
Regina slipped the dress fully down and imagined backing up, grabbing the guard’s cock, and guiding it into her right now. Regina would lay herself out on the table and the guard would fuck her hard against it, throbbing and tight inside her, and Regina would put her fingers on her own clit.
But Regina wanted to see the shock on the guard’s face the first time she slipped inside. She wanted to experience the first time fully, so she turned and took Emma's hand, placing it between her own legs.
Emma took over instantly, skillfully, and Regina was surprised. So she'd selected not only a beautiful lover, but one experienced with women. How fortunate.
Lightning flashed through Regina's body, and Emma moaned, “You're so wet,” as if it was dirty and not a statement of fact. She was making quick circles around Regina's clit. “Oh, my queen, you're - you want -” Emma’s eyes flickered up to Regina's face, and then her other hand went around Regina's back to steady her, bringing their bodies closer, making the cock brush Regina’s stomach. Her finger slipped inside, stroking, and Regina gasped. She had never had a lover who did this, and it was better than she had ever imagined. Emma kept touching her clit in tight circles, and then slipped back inside and Regina put her leg up around Emma's elbow, feeling herself open to the touch as a gush coated the guard’s fingers. “That's so good,” Emma moaned, and then her cock spurted, wasting her seed against Regina's thigh.
It didn't matter, because Regina was floating, tightness building in her stomach, her hips jumping under the guard’s touch. Emma shifted her hand when she finished, and something was new, and better, “Oh, yes,” Regina breathed. “Yes, yes, yes, make me -”
Regina exploded in white, and when she opened her eyes she was on the cot, and the guard was sitting anxiously at the side of the cot, pants again fastened but just as strained as they had been before.
Regina moaned and slipped her fingers between her own folds. She wasn't even sore. That had only been good, and Regina had imagined that harvesting the consequences of her curse would be pleasurable but she hadn't imagined that, such pleasure without even finishing what she'd planned.
“I am going to need you for that again. But first,” she said, pushing up on one elbow and guiding Emma on top of her. “I'm going to need this,” and she again unfastened the front of Emma's pants and let the cock spring out. It felt good against her legs, and better when the guard was looking at her very seriously, with those big eyes, as if she would say something. As if there was something to say.
“You can kiss me,” Regina told her, when the stare had gone on too long, and Emma let their lips meet, sweetly. Her kiss might be better than her fingers, testing, giving and receiving and only as much tongue as Regina wanted. A swift tide overcame Regina, and she was grasping the guard’s shirt, her hips thrusting without her permission. The tables had turned, and Regina did not mind, which never happened. She would let this guard touch her body, and touch her the guard did, with growing confidence, hands flat on Regina's stomach and fingertips light on her sides, brushing her upright nipples. And then Emma pulled away from their kiss to ravish her nipples, sucking and nipping, always touching with just the right pressure, and Regina was happy, happy for maybe the first time since her mother had killed Daniel and set her down this dark path.
And then the guard moved down her torso to her wetness, and Regina again surprised herself by allowing it. This was good. She grabbed Emma’s hair with one hand and ground herself against her mouth, and Emma delivered, in such sweetness that Regina was again seeing stars, gasping.
When Emma shifted her body and slipped her finger inside, Regina stilled her hips and took the pleasure, took the finger and it was perfect, Emma's mouth on her clit. Her one small finger brought Regina to the edge, and her tongue’s caresses were more than preparing. This was everything.
Regina hadn't orgasmed twice before, but that must be what this was, rippling and grasping. Another flood doused Emma's fingers, and then Regina was pulling her up, letting Emma wipe her face and then wrapping her legs around the girl’s hips, not letting Emma mistake her plan. Their kiss was cursory, and then Regina grasped the member between them and guided Emma to her entrance.
At the contact, Emma groaned. “Are you sure?” she whispered, as if this wasn't Regina's entire plan. She could be distracted, but not waylaid, not entirely.
“This is mine,” Regina told her.
“Y - yes,” Emma breathed, and Regina couldn't tell if it was an answer or just an exhalation, because Regina had released her and was working her wetness against the head, anticipation coursing through her.
“Be a good pet and serve your queen,” she told Emma, and Emma nodded, swallowing dryly. “Open your eyes,” Regina told her, and this time it wasn't anger that laced her voice, but something else entirely. She had her hand on the back of Emma's neck, and she could feel the cum drying on her leg. Emma's first orgasm had been so much, a cupful, and Regina knew from her own use of the potion that it would be no less the second time. Her inner muscles trembled knowing how it would feel inside her, full and overbrimming, and then she looked at their bodies, together, and remembered the largeness of Emma's cock. Again she was unsure that it would even fit inside her. She could barely fit her hand around it at all. And it was so long.
Emma moved so that their bodies were close again, soft cotton against Regina's nakedness. But Emma's hips were bare, and they felt good against the inside of Regina's thighs.
Emma was not moving her hips, so Regina tilted her hips and thrust, hearing her juices slick against the large head. “Come on,” she grated. “Inside, Emma,” and it was the first time she said the girl’s name. She liked the feel of it in her mouth. “Emma, Emma, Emma,” she said, with each word thrusting again, and then Emma moved her hips in time with Regina and the head slipped inside.
The cock was huge, bigger than any that Regina had ever had. Even after Emma had stretched her with her fingers, Regina was still straining to accommodate only the head of the cock. Could they even fuck like this, or would it be too painful? Regina imagined the head of the cock moving deeper inside her, and then back out, and it seemed impossible.
“Yes,” Regina breathed, and Emma seemed to sense that she should wait, because she paused, one hand sweetly on Regina's hip. And then Emma kissed her with focus, and Regina needed this, needed a careful and sweet lover like this. She felt herself healing. Every new kiss was a baptism, and Emma's fingers were cleansing. A new beginning for Regina.
Her body tried to tighten around Emma, but the muscles could barely spasm slightly with the strain of stretching. Emma responded anyway, grunting and again closing her eyes, and Regina wanted to strangle her. “Open your eyes, harlot,” she spat, and the girl opened her eyes, hurt flashing across her face.
Regina almost apologized, except she was a harlot. Maybe worse than a harlot, because she wouldn't even be paid for the service. “You're mine,” Regina told her, and slipped her fingers under her shirt, raking fingernails against soft flesh. She could feel Emma’s ribs along her back. “You're going to serve me.”
Emma nodded, and then she said, with a voice that betrayed tension Regina couldn't feel in her body, “Is - is this OK? What - what should I do?”
“I should make you pull out,” Regina told her. She'd almost let the girl take control. She'd almost liked that the girl was directing their encounter. What silliness. “I should leave now and let you suffer with that thing for another day or two.” The moment she left Regina's presence the cock would be flaccid, but Emma didn't necessarily know that. “With everything you've done wrong.”
Emma just shook her head at Regina, eyes wide.
The power rush was heady, and Regina dipped her hips, before thrusting up into the cock, taking another half inch. Emma's body shook with the slide, even though not even one-quarter of her length was inside Regina. Regina adjusted to the deeper penetration. This would be all she needed, herself. It was so thick and the stretch so intense that the head was already stimulating the sensitive place inside her. If she touched her own clit right now, she could orgasm in just a few seconds. She relished the waiting, the pressure, and Emma seemed to be holding her breath, which was precious and adorable.
“You wouldn't try to find someone else, would you?” Regina asked, testing her.
“Mmm?” Emma kept her eyes open, but they were unfocused.
“If I made you leave,” Regina explained. “You wouldn't try to find someone else to empty yourself into?” She rotated her hips, not to take more, but to feel how the cock moved inside her. Her body tugged pleasurably, and then when she reached the top of the circle the head of the cock was angled directly into her front wall, into that secret button inside her, and she couldn't help but sigh and push down, to press Emma harder against that place.
Emma’s hand went down to grab Regina's ass where it hovered over the cot, and Regina relied upon the guard’s strength, pushing her feet off the cot and wrapping them back around the girl's hips. “Come on, baby,” Regina breathed, and Emma seemed to understand, somehow. Rather than the vagueness of before, Emma's eyes snapped to meet Regina's, and there was focus in her body’s pose.
“Is this,” Emma whispered, and she withdrew a little, and then pushed inside, against Regina's wall. “This is it, right? Tell - tell me if -” Her hips were moving faster, tight bursts, barely inside really, but hard against that place inside Regina and - yes, perfect - but Regina recognized the look in the girl's eyes and -
“Stop!” she told the girl, and she stopped instantly, alert, and the look had left her eyes but her entire body was trembling.
“I need you all the way inside,” Regina said, not that it would probably make a difference with the amount of cum that Emma would fill her with, but she wanted to have her whole length inside, to feel Emma completely buried, to have their naked skin together and close enough that her clit could rub against Emma's mound. “Fill me, Emma,” she said, and the guardsman nodded, slowly and carefully letting Regina's body back down on the cot and following her body down.
“You - you should,” Emma asked, and Regina dipped her hips and again thrust up, letting another inch fill her. Not even halfway, yet. Regina put her hand around Emma's cock, and felt her own entrance, hot and straining, almost dry with the amount of cock that had already passed it. She dipped her hips and let some of the cock out, helping to coat her entrance again, and Emma closed her eyes, moaning.
Regina released the cock and wrapped her hands around Emma's neck. “Open. Your. Good.” Emma was flushed, and Regina started a tight rhythm, grinding into her, not allowing the cock to enter her too quickly, but eager to have her. She kept squeezing, and Emma just moved her hips slightly in time, helping, her jaw tight and her eyes nearly flinty. What did the girl think? How did she stop herself from coming before it was time? Maybe she was thinking about how much she hated Regina. The look would make sense, then.
Regina followed the girl’s eyes down, and with each thrust she could actually see slight movements in her stomach. The cock was so big that it was visible inside her.
She squeezed Emma's neck harder. She was nearly to the hilt, and Regina's body was so eager for the contact against her clit that she tried to go too fast, and was punished by a sharp pain. “Come on, baby,” she said, and it didn't seem possible but Emma was finally fully inside, stretching every part of her, tight against her top wall, where her cum would spill right into Regina's womb and hopefully end this endless wait for a child.
Regina rubbed her stomach, where she could feel Emma tightly stretching her inside. Emma gasped as Regina’s hand released her neck, and Regina nodded at her, rubbing her own clit, and Emma just shook.
In a minute they were both finished, and Emma was letting herself carefully down on Regina's naked body, not pulling out. Regina was boneless, weightless, and exhilarated, unwilling to let the moment of satisfaction come to an end. A few moments later the cock disappeared, leaving behind a cunt filled with cum. Emma began to roll off her, not trapped any more, and Regina pressed her side to keep her on top of her.
Content.