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The Wicked Stepmother	By : Ksennin Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 41904 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Regina was kissing her. Emma couldn't think of anything else. Regina was holding her down, cupping her face, invading her mouth with her tongue. Then she felt Regina's legs, twined with her own. Regina's knee, rubbing between her legs.
"Oh God…" Emma whimpered, breaking her lips away from Regina's.
Regina smiled down at her and nipped at her ear. "Sweet little Emma…" Her fingers wiped a smudge of lipstick from the corner of Emma's mouth. They moved lower, smearing traces of it on Emma's chin, on her collarbone, between her breasts… "Are you ready to be mine?"
Emma shivered in all her anticipation. "I've been yours since I first saw you."
Regina's fingers rolled from Emma's belly button to the elastic band on her panties. "And I intend to keep you…" She pulled on them.
Emma felt cool air rush in to touch her groin. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
Nothing but cold air.
She opened her eyes. Regina was eying her crotch like an engineer at a construction project. "I've heard of the phrase, 'if there's grass on the field, play ball.' This still seems like a little much." She shot Emma a look. "When was the last time you managed it?"
"Uh… never?" Emma pinched her lips together so hard she could hear them in her head. "I shaved my legs the other day, I thought that would be… I have a coupon for a spa."
"Don't be ridiculous," Regina said, petting the fur down there. Emma couldn't even feel it, her touch was so light and there was so much… in the way. "I'll take care of it."

And just like that, Emma was perched at the head of Regina's bath, sitting on top of the spigot. Regina crouched in the porcelain, between her spread legs. She had an electric shaver.
Emma was glad she still had her bra on, if nothing else. For some reason, this all had her nipples as hard as stone.
"Now just relax," Regina said, the shaver turned on but held clear of them. Like she was letting Emma get used to the repetitive sound. "Don't move and if you feel even a little bit uncomfortable, let me know. I'll stop."
"Don't stop!" Emma said automatically. Even the grating noise of the trimmer was turning her on a little. It sounded like… something else.
Regina smiled, lovingly, and ran her free hand from Emma's knee down to… the work area… and then back up the other leg. Emma obediently spread her legs wider. It was funny how good she'd become at knowing Regina's mind, her wishes. Like she was born to be Regina's plaything.
"Easy… easy…" Regina said. Emma remembered her little fantasy, where Regina had corralled her as efficiently as a horse. She felt a surge of longing for Regina, and then the shaver touched her skin. The vibration seemed to run through her entire body.
"Ohh!"
Regina shut the shaver off. "Emma? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Emma managed a shaky smile. "It felt good, that's all."
Regina bent to kiss Emma's knee. "I know it's difficult, but try not to squirt every time I touch you. You might short out the motor."
"Maybe if you weren't wearing a nightgown in a porcelain bathtub."
"There's something wrong with that combination of words?"
"It's just… fetish-y. You look like you're modeling something. This is all like a magazine cover, not my life."
"Well, I can think of a few things I'm going to do to you that would not be displayed at any reputable magazine stand…"
"Goddamnit!" Emma said, virtually shaking with lust. "Are we sure you can't get me off really quick? After that, you can shave my head if you like."
"Is that what you really want?" Regina asked, raising up to one knee. Making her tall enough to lean forward and rub her face on Emma's bra, slowly, excruciatingly slowly. "Knowing that this is our first time? And once we're done, you'll be so sensitive. And when I kiss you down there, I'll taste you and only you?"
Emma shut her eyes as another tremor went through her. "You talked me into it. But for fuck's sake, Regina, hurry!"
"Well, if it's for fuck's sake…" Regina knelt back down and gently, gently, moved the shaver in.
Emma held onto the sides of the tub and tried not to cry out. She didn't want to wake up the whole fucking town.
"I think we should talk about Ruby," Regina said.
Emma's mind flashed to Ruby, dressed as a French maid, bent over Regina's knee with her bare bottom turning bright red. She didn't feel jealous. She felt like she would come.
"I love her cheekbones!" Emma blurted out.
"As do I." Regina pulled the shaver away to blow some hair from it. Emma quaked in unfulfillment. "Now, her and I did agree to the possibility of… additional parties… but we haven't explored that. Until now."
She turned the shaver back on. Emma's grip on the tub tightened.
"What do you want to do?" Emma asked, somehow managing not to stutter. She just trailed off on the last syllable as Regina made another pass, the shaver throbbing, pulsing at her groin.
"I want to fuck you both," Regina said casually. "But I'm not sure how realistic that is. There. All done." She set the shaver aside.
"No you're not!" Emma insisted, and nearly jumped Regina. But in a split-second, Regina had a hand around her throat and was pressing her against the bathroom wall. Choking her just a little.
It didn't make her any less aroused.
"You do… as I say." Regina loosened her grip, turned it into a caress. "We're almost done, my dear. And as long as we're slowing things down, wedo have things to discuss."
"I talked to Ruby," Emma gasped, as Regina reached behind her—gawd, was she going to touch her there?—and turned on the faucet. A slight trickle of warm water poured into the tub, its spray flecking Regina's nightgown. Turning it translucent. "She seemed okay with it."
"People can seem alright with a lot of things, when it comes to sex. But afterward, things get complicated."
Regina picked up a washcloth and held it under the stream, getting it nice and wet. Emma watched her slender fingers as they wrung it out, imagining those fingers on Ruby. Squeezing her, touching her. The only way she'd feel jealous was if she weren't allowed to join in.
"We could keep things simple. I could garden for you on weekdays and she could be your maid on weekends."
"I think Ruby might object to her end of that deal." Regina draped the washcloth over Emma's sex, like one of those little modesty towels in an old painting, and then slyly began to roll her fingers over the cloth. Massaging the moisture into Emma's body. Making the skin there warm and tender. "She's a very passionate woman."
"Would she let me come? Because if she would, we should get her in here!"
"I do believe she's a little tied up at the moment." Regina ground the heel of her hand into the washcloth. Emma had to shove her balled fist into her mouth to keep from screaming Regina's name.
Finally, Regina peeled away the washcloth. The air that rushed in had Emma whining and whimpering like a puppy that hadn't been fed. Regina smiled up at her and then ran the washcloth over her own lips. She never stopped smiling.
"I think I may have to wring this out again." She dropped it. Picked up a bottle of body wash from the side of the tub and daubed her palm with a bead of the lotion. Rubbing it between her hands, she worked up a fine lather. "Now comes the tricky part. I know you trust me, Emma, that's why you came here. But for this, you need to trust me implicitly. Trust that I know what I'm doing, and that as long as you stay calm and hold still, you're not going to get hurt."
Emma nodded. "I trust you."
"Good. Just remember. You've seen my crotch. Who do you think took care of that? Although, now I do wish you'd fucked Ruby. If you'd seen how smooth I'd made her, you'd trust me even more."
"I can't trust you anymore than I do now. I can't love you anymore than I do now."
Regina kissed Emma's groin, letting the stubble the shaver had left behind tickle her lips. Heat like a volcano moved up Emma's body. "You're such a sweetheart." Then her hands moved in, touching the lather to Emma.
Like she had all the time in the world, Regina worked the body wash in. Now Emma let it out, moaning and groaning. It was so different, the feel of Regina's fingers against her bare skin, the viscous cool of the lather as Regina spread it everywhere.
"Here's what I think we should do…" Regina began. Then she paused, enjoying the soundtrack as Emma got used to the sensation Regina was providing her.
"Yes?" Emma was breathing too hard, too fast. She felt like she'd just run a marathon, no air in her lungs. But she couldn't get too excited. Regina might cut her. Worse, Regina might stop.
Regina scrupulously rubbed the lather all over Emma's inner thighs, taking her time with that and leaving her pussy simmering. "First, tell me: would you want this with Ruby?"
"Maybe not exactly this," Emma gasped, "but this with orgasms, yeah, sure!"
"Well, if Ruby's involved, I can guarantee that. But between the two of us—Ruby and I—things can get very intense. And someone like you, someone inexperienced, they might not be ready for that just yet."
Emma's skin was nice and tender, perfectly receptive to the cool lather Regina now stirred with her finger. She ran the tip of her pointer finger over Emma's labia, let the lather spread as it wanted to, getting it everywhere.
Emma felt her tits burning, her nipples like metal in a forge. Getting harder. She pulled down her bra, letting them burst out into the air. Now they didn't chafe. She could breathe.
"How do I get ready?"
Regina slid her hands off Emma's sex, and casually rinsed them under the faucet. "I'll teach you. I'll show you what your body wants… what it likes… and what other people like. There are some things, my sweet, that everyone likes…"
"Like a bare pussy?" Emma asked.
"Oh, that's a bit overrated." Regina reached outside the bathtub again and came up with a straight razor. Displaying it to Emma, she fingered the blade out of the hilt. It shined silver. "I do pamper myself some, but I've let Ruby grow a ticklish bit of peach fuzz at the moment. Which I do enjoy."
"So why me?" Emma asked, meaning why aren't we fucking?
"Because I like the thought of you looking young." Regina took one of Emma's legs and hoisted it over the side of the tub. "And vulnerable." She did the same to the other. Now Emma was spread-eagled. "Bare… innocent… ripe for corruption."
Emma giggled. "I think I'd like that."
"Oh yes… you absolutely will."
Holding the razor with a steady hand, Regina moved its blade closer and closer to the white film that covered Emma's groin. Emma couldn't look away. She couldn't even shut her eyes. Regina sensed her discomfort and paused, kissing Emma's thigh a few times, rubbing it with her free hand to relax her. Emma felt her breathing slow. It was like Regina had some power over her, a remote control she could press to turn down the volume.
Her fingers now describing tiny spirals on Emma's legs, keeping the girl's breathing deep and even, Regina touched the razor to Emma's skin. Just along the bikini line, not quite at Emma's bush. Letting Emma get used to the feel of the razor. Its sharpness. Regina's control.
When Regina started in earnest, Emma couldn't even feel it. The razor gently glided between her legs, replacing tufts of lather with smooth skin. Then, slowly, she began to feel it grazing her skin.
Regina was doing the lips of her pussy. And it felt amazing, Her skin tingled wherever the razor was. Her nerves, stretched to the breaking point in a subconscious expectation of pain, felt only the exquisite care with which Regina handled the blade. The light, practiced touch with which she groomed Emma.
"That feels good," Regina purred. It wasn't a question, but Emma nodded anyway.
It was obvious Emma was turned on. Her breasts jogged briskly with the air she was taking in and puffing out. And with each perfumed swath of lather Regina chiseled away, she could smell Emma's scent more clearly. Her excitement.
The next thing Emma felt was the razor laid flat against her thigh, pulled away just long enough for Regina to bow her head to Emma's sex. Mouth open. Tongue out.
The very tip of Regina's tongue hit Emma's pussy, smooth and bare and sensitive. Emma yelped and Regina laughed knowingly, holding Emma still again with a hand laid flat on her stomach.
"Back to business," Regina said, and dropped her hand down to spread Emma open. She didn't want one inch of the girl to go unattended. "If you saw Ruby and I, then you know we have our… little games."
"Yes!" Emma breathed, choked as Regina made a long stroke over her labia.
"Would you want that as well?" Regina asked, dipping the razor under the water to clean it off. Taking the opportunity to admire her work thus far. "For Ruby and I to use you? Would you submit to her as readily as you do me?"
"I haven't—submitted to you—" Emma was practically dripping on the razor.
"If you haven't yet—you soon will. So, how about it? Would you enjoy being trapped between us, licking both our needy pussies until we'd reached our limit? Or letting us in both your holes, fucking you from either side, not stopping no matter how many times you come? Or maybe you'd like if we shared those magnificent teats of yours, each of us suckling at you while we took turns fingering your bare little cunt…"
"Fuck!" Emma cried, snaring her hands in her hair and nearly pulling her scalp off. It was a good time she was in a bathtub. When she did orgasm, the drain was going to come in handy.
"Then again…" Regina closed the razor. "Hand me the showerhead."
Emma breathlessly reached up, dancing for the dangling hose until she reached it and nearly dropping the showerhead on Regina's head. Thankfully, Regina caught it. She turned it on at a gentle spray and rinsed off the lather that had gotten onto her arms. The water splashed against her chest, plastering her transparent nightie to her body. Now Emma could see all of her.
The sight took her breath away. It was like a vision. Her figure was heavenly, curving out almost excessively, but bowing back inward just before her proportions became truly unbelievable. The nightie clung to her like a hazy afterimage on a picture, outlining her wide hips and perfect breasts.
Regina had meant to do that, Emma realized. Expose herself in that manner. From here on out, there was no going back. Emma was going to come.
Regina trained the spray on Emma's chest and watched the residue of the lather disappear from the girl's body. Emma shook and quivered, the stream of water over her sex its own tantalizing feel. All she could do was close her eyes. All Regina could do was watch as the water ran down Emma's body, leaving her bare.
"I'm a very good judge of character and Emma, I don't think Ruby is like you and I." Emma was gasping, nearly hyperventilating as Regina moved the stream lower and lower. "It's like in a wolfpack. There are alphas and then there are betas. Ruby's a beta. She'll always be someone who takes orders instead of giving them. But the two of us… we're queens, Emma. And when you're ready, we can rule together. Ruby can bow to both of us. So can everyone else."
"Please, please, please…" Emma was lost in the feel of the water as it splashed directly against her pussy, in the seductive timbre of Regina's voice as it slipped right into her ear. "I want it—want it so bad!"
Regina knelt between Emma's thighs, bringing the showerhead closer to Emma. "Will you obey me?"
"Yes!"
"Will you learn from me?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Will you come for me?"
"YES!"

"Then there's only one thing left to do."
Regina turned off the showerhead. Emma sobbed in disappointment.
"Make sure I haven't missed a spot." And with that, Regina ran the flat of her tongue all the way up Emma's newly shaved pussy.
Emma came as soon as Regina made contact with her cunt.
She felt like she'd lost control of her body. Instantly, she was shaking and she couldn't stop. She slipped off her perch and into Regina's arms, hearing gasping cries burst from her mouth. Mostly just gibberish, but she managed to say Regina's name a few times. She was trying to thank her.
"Sorry, sorry, I've never…" Emma started to say, lying flat alongside Regina at the bottom of the tub. Regina just smiled at her.
"That's alright, Emma. It allows me to test a theory. How many orgasms can our young virgin have?"
Without allowing Emma another word, Regina swept her up in her arms and kissed her, thrashing her tongue inside her mouth, a long and twisting finger inside her cunt. Emma was totally unprepared. Regina had been absolutely gentle and precise with the razor, but now she was like an animal. Thrusting in and out of Emma, her whole hand colliding with her pussy. The kiss a constant demand on Emma's lips, not letting her so much as breathe as the finger reignited Emma's sex.
Emma screamed into Regina's mouth as she came again. Regina just started kissing her neck. Added another finger.
"Regina! Regina!" Emma knew she was begging, but she didn't know what for. Everything Regina had done had left her pussy swollen, sensitive, and in need. Now, like a livewire, it only took one touch and—electricity.
Emma came, shaking and screaming, and Regina kissed all along her open mouth. She added another finger. Three perfect fingers, fucking away at Emma. All it took to bring her completely under control.
"If I keep fucking you, will you just keep coming and coming and coming?"
"For you… for you…" Emma gasped, her mind shattering in rapture. Her limbs shot out in all directions, her head banged against the floor of the tub as Regina bit down on her lip, the painful fix forcing Emma to try and hold herself still as three fucking fingers entered her and left her, over and over again, always seeming to know exactly where to go to set her off again.
Emma screamed wordlessly, overwhelmed, as Regina fucked her right through an orgasm. She tore her lip out of Regina's teeth, tasting fresh blood and then being forced to share it as Regina kissed her. She didn't add any fingers to Emma's agonized ecstasy, but the ones already inside her went faster.
"No more," Emma muttered, as Regina licked at her bloody lip. "I can't—I just can't…"
"Emma," Regina whispered in her ear, darkly amused. "You are."
Emma looked down to see that Regina was holding her fingers still. Emma's hips were madly rolling into them, fucking the stiff phallus that Regina provided with her hand. And Emma couldn't seem to stop herself.
"You're so damn tight," Regina continued, "I'm not sure I could pull my fingers out if I wanted to. I think you may be something of a slut, little one."
Emma's eyes rolled back in her head as she came again. It hurt a little this time. Good pain. She forced herself to stop nonetheless, half-convinced that if she didn't, she might just fuck Regina forever.
"That's enough," Emma gasped, gulping in air. She painfully worked herself off of Regina's fingers, leaving them dripping wet. "Enough..."
"I think not. After all, we still have to moisturize."
Emma's flesh turned to goosepimples, demanding more, all, everything.
First, Regina picked up the fluffiest towel Emma had ever seen and patted Emma dry. The soft down tickled her sex, heightening her sex drive once more and easing her sore body back into overdrive. Emma panted, not sure if she should thank Regina or beg her for mercy.
Regina took the towel away. Emma shook in denial, still not certain what she wanted but knowing she hadn't gotten in. Smiling brightly, Regina uncapped a bottle of baby oil and filled her hand.
"I'll come!" Emma gasped, like a warning, as Regina's hand neared her pussy.
"I know you will. I want you to." Regina laid her hand flat against Emma's groin, letting the cool gel touch Emma for a moment, before beginning to gently, insistently rub. "One more. Just to show you who's boss."
Emma could only moan as Regina scrubbed the baby oil into her pussy. She started off slow, almost teasingly, and Emma thought she couldn't get off from that. Her body disagreed. It heated up, had her toes curling and her fingers turning to fists, and Regina noticed. She smiled.
Went faster, her hand making a steady circuit of Emma's groin, circling her thighs and pussy and her clit, touching them all in painstaking order. Emma's hands twitched. Her feet kicked.
"Come for me, Emma." Regina said it with a few little kisses to Emma's cheek. "I know you can. Just once more. You know you want to. Just let it happen."
"I can't—I can't—can't take it!"
"You can and you will." Now Regina was kissing Emma's barely parted lips, her hand sliding up and down, from Emma's lower belly all the way to her asshole. The friction it left in its wake heated up with each pass, burning a hole in Emma's sex. She was going to catch fire.
"Mercy!"
"No."
"Mercy!"
"Come."
It felt too good. Emma was too close, her pussy was too sensitive, Regina was too good. She felt herself being lost in Regina's insistent, perfect touch. The heat was rising up to close her throat, turn her ears red, and she wasn't sure why she'd ever said no to this.
Regina wasn't bothering to kiss her anymore. Now she just hovered over Emma, rolling Emma's cunt in her hand like it was a stress toy, feeling the oil-slick flesh slide over, under, around her fingers. Emma was being manhandled in her most intimate area, a place no one else had even seen,and she loved it. Loved Regina.
"Mommy!" Emma whimpered as Regina grinded down on her clit and she came again. This time she actually squirted, a feeling of swelling and building and releasing and gushing and finishing.
Then she was done, really done, couldn't move a muscle, just dropped boneless underneath Regina. And the Mayor brought a dripping hand to her mouth and licked the back of it, like a cat about to clean herself.
"Did I say something?" Emma asked when she could breathe again.
"'Mommy,'" Regina reported, as coy and pleased as she'd been when Emma had found her body rutting without her like a malfunctioning machine. She put in the plug and turned the faucet on, filling the tub with warm, soothing water. "Don't worry about it, I found it quite refreshing. Everyone is so self-conscious during sex. It's all 'fuck me' this and 'oh shit' that. The last time I had a really great orgasm, all I could think was 'Jiminy Christmas.' That's the point of sex, after all. You can't think."
Regina turned the water off. Steam filled the air. Emma could feel her toes again.
Regina maneuvered them around like it was old-hat, positioning them so Emma was in her lap and held securely in her arms. She kissed the back of Emma's neck, one of the places that hadn't been touched yet. Emma knew they had a lot of fun times coming up, finding all of those.
"I love you. I love you so fucking much."
"As do I, my pet," Regina replied with another kiss. She reached for the bar of soap in its dish. "As do I. Now how about we wash off that dirty little pussy?"
Emma turned in Regina's arms, scooting over so she could kiss Regina in turn. "I think it'll take more than that to clean me off."
Regina nodded thoughtfully, building up a lather on Emma's shoulders. "Then I suppose I'll just have to keep fucking you until you're a good girl."
The soap was going lower and lower when it stopped. Regina stopped, staring at the window atop the room.
It was lit up.
"What time is it?" Regina asked.
"Do I look like I have a clock on me?" Emma retorted.
"Well, when does your mother wake up?"
"I don't know. She always has breakfast going when I come downstairs."
Regina bit her lip. "I think you might want to get home. And hurry."
"But—we—"
"Next time, Emma," Regina promised her, sealing it with one last kiss. "We can have a nice long soak then. I'll have time to find some bath toys you'll have a lot of fun playing with."
Emma nearly went cross-eyed at the thought. She forced herself out of the tub and grabbed the towel Regina had used earlier, rubbing herself off. She wondered if she'd be left smelling of Regina. Then she remembered Regina had used it on her. More likely she'd end up smelling like pussy. Great.
"Next time, we can dry each other off too," Regina added, still relaxing in the water.
Another shiver of anticipation went through Emma. She dropped the towel and ran to retrieve her clothes, while Regina took off her waterlogged nightie and tossed it in the sink. When Emma came back to check for her bra, which had disappeared somewhere around her third orgasm, she saw Regina totally bare, hidden only by the sudsy water.
"Have fun at school," Regina told her, waving goodbye. "Make good choices!"
Emma took one last look, which Regina graciously posed for, then took off running. She promised herself: the next time they were in that tub, Regina would be the one begging for mercy.

Emma licked her lips as she pedaled home. This time, she could taste Regina. A faint trace of apples.
It'd been a perfect night. Almost exactly how she'd imagined cashing in her V-card, or at least getting the first payments on it. There was only one thing about the experience that bothered her, now that she thought about it.
Regina hadn't said she loved her back.

After a nice long soak, and a little one-woman reenactment of the night's festivities, Regina drained the pool, swathed herself in a bathrobe, and went downstairs to her dungeon.
Well, supposedly it was a basement, but Regina could call it what she wanted, it was her house.
In the dungeon, the cache of magical artifacts she'd taken with her from the Enchanted Forest lined the walls. Her photographs were hung up like trophies—the most recent was of Ruby, holding her labia open for Regina both to photograph and bring a riding crop down on. Hours of fun.
And, in the far corner, was Ruby.
Regina supposed it'd been a little unsafe to leave Ruby strapped down on the spanking horse all night, but even if Ruby couldn't remember it, the bitch was a werewolf. She could take a lot of punishment. And the thing was comfortable enough, not counting the little present Regina had left inside Ruby when she'd retired for the night. The spanking horse had padding, which was more than Regina could say for the sawhorses back home. Now those were cruel.
Ruby was asleep, the little darling, her head sprawled against the horse's far end. She was suckling on the ball gag Regina had left her in. When Regina removed it, the girl sucked in air and started to snore.
Adorable.
Regina snapped a picture for her collection, then picked up the remote control. And with the press of a button, the egg she'd inserted into Ruby the other night began to vibrate.
Ruby came awake slowly, responding to the lowest setting. She moaned in pleasure before she was even sure it wasn't a dream.
"Regina?" she called. The Mayor was filling a Dixie cup from the water cooler. She brought it to Ruby and let her have a few sips.
"How are we feeling?" Regina asked her, turning the egg up a little. She loved the look on Ruby's face as she tried and failed to control her pleasure.
"We-well rested," Ruby murmured. "Do you need my services, mistress?"
Regina patted Ruby's head and went to her dresser, pulling open the dildo drawer. She knew exactly which strap-on she wanted, not one of the oversized ones, but a big black one that would nonetheless disappear all the way into Ruby with the right incentive. She'd seen it just the other day… ah, there it was.
"Emma came by. Earlier than I expected." Regina remembered to turn up the egg. Now, gratifyingly, Ruby started to moan.
"Did you fuck her?" Ruby asked, panting lasciviously.
"For certain definitions," Regina replied. "I was very gentle with her—for the most part. Lots of tender kisses, handholding, 'I love you'."
"Vuh-very kind of you, mistress." Ruby shook as the motion of the egg forced her to grind down on the spanking horse where it was wedged between her spread legs. It made her bare buttocks wiggle in a way Regina found… invigorating.
Regina tightened the belt of her strap-on so hard it nearly broke. "It was fun. Very… novel. But there was a certain frustration to it. I wanted to fuck her, Ruby. I wanted to fuck her hard."
"You will," Ruby assured her, eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure. Regina was turning the remote control up-up-up. "We will."
"I know. But for now, would you mind terribly if I vent?"
"Please!" Ruby begged. Unlike Emma, she had no illusions about what she was begging for.
As sore as she would be after Regina got like this, it was always worth it. Always.
Regina let her robe fall open, the strap-on protruding from it like she was frozen in a block of ice and the dildo was the first thing to thaw out. She used half the bottle of Astroglide lubing it up, but that was okay, she was in a hurry. Regina didn't have any time to open Ruby up. She just wanted to be inside her, taking her pleasure and hearing Ruby scream hers.
Before Regina entered her, she looked down at Ruby. Her perfect little bitch. One day, Emma would be right beside her, awaiting pleasurable punishment. And the day after that, Emma would be on the other side of Ruby, fucking her whore mouth while Regina used her cunt.
"Pledge allegiance," Regina ordered, in the few moments she look to lube up Ruby's holes. "Nice and loud."
And with that, she slid into Ruby.
"Fuck! God save the Queen! Oh God!" Ruby pledged in the same breath as her obscene reactions. She flushed, like a dragon about to breathe fire. No, like when she Changed, her flesh darkening with fur.
Regina gave her a whole dozen heartbeats to get used to the intrusion before she was thrusting into her without mercy, setting her flesh on fire where it was red and turning her skin white where it was pale.
She couldn't feel anything with the dildo, she hadn't taken the time to prepare it that way, but she could sense the pleasure coming off Ruby in throbbing waves. Her grunts and moans had physical weight, bouncing off Regina, and her eyes blazed with heat. When she turned to Regina with that look, the Mayor felt like she was on fire.
It didn't have the ineffable pleasure of corrupting Emma, but on a visceral level, it was far more satisfying. No holding back, no pampering the little bitch whatsoever. Emma she'd made love to, Ruby she fucked. And the blonde had been so overcome, so overwhelmed, yet not having any more than the slightest idea what her body was capable of feeling.
Emma had no idea what she was in for, while Ruby knew all too well what she was addicted to.
In under a minute, Regina's favorite toy was coming for her.
"God save the Queen!" Ruby pledged, louder and louder. "Long live the Queen!"
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