Chapter Two:

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The queen's self restraint had lasted five sunrises. She had been so strong, avoiding short glances down the girl's revealing dresses. They had changed in separate rooms. The princess had slept under only half of the blankets while Regina stayed under every layer. Regina had even instructed one of her handmaidens to release the ever-growing pressure in her loins, but that had backfired and only sent the queen into a frenzy. She had imagined that it was the princess on her knees, avidly tonguing her with every fiber of her will. And soon enough it would be.

On the sixth sunrise, Regina knew that she would have the blonde Princess tonight, but how to approach it? Of course she could be blunt, the preferable option as it always provided an astonished response, or the queen could tiptoe around the idea, leaving hints and clues here and there. But if she did such a thing, it would take days. Princess Emma was not the sharpest sword in her artillery.

At the dining table, Regina watched as the blonde princess devoured her meal, eating ravenously despite her knowledge of proper table etiquette. The queen on the other hand pecked at her meal, sipping wine every now and then, but her hunger was directed towards something else, or rather someone else.

"Princess," Regina commented, setting her cloth down gingerly on her lap, "I hate to interrupt your carnivorous methods of eating, but I have something of the utmost importance that needs to be discussed between the two of us."

Emma noticeably gulped and nodded her head. "Of course, your majesty."

"I need you to be of service to me, dear," the queen murmured, a smirk pulling on the corners of her sinful lips as the blonde seemed to tense. "Anything, my queen."

"Come along then," the raven haired woman called, vanishing them to the queen' chambers. During the process, Regina's dress had been changed into a pair of black, leather pants and matching corset that accentuated her breasts. The princess's clothes had been removed as well, leaving her exposed, only in her undergarments.

Emma quickly covered herself, eyes wide with embarrassment. This caused Regina to grin devilishly as she stalked towards the timid, young girl, hips swaying deliciously. The girl was truly a sight to behold, pure milky flesh, pert breasts with rosy nipples, and taut, yet delicate muscles. Licking her lips predatorily, Regina stood in front of Emma and pointed down to the floor.

"Kneel before your Queen," she demanded, voice laced with desire, yet commanding.

The blonde Princess silently obeyed, then glanced up at Regina with her big, opalescent eyes, so much emotion running through them and practically eating the queen alive.

Grabbing the girl's chin roughly, the raven haired woman tilted her head to the side and traced over Emma's lips with the pad of her finger tip. That finger then delved further south, mapping the Princess's throat, then chest. Regina could feel Emma's breathing, labored and desperate, as she moved even lower, bringing gooseflesh to the surface of the blonde's milky abdomen.

"Your majesty," Emma breathed out shakily, bottom lip worried between her teeth.

That was the breaking point for Regina. She vanished her clothing in an instant, feeling the room increase in temperature significantly in the blink of an eye. Emma's eyes widened at the sight, but the queen couldn't bask in her ability to distract the girl. She desperately needed the Princess to please her.

Sitting on the chaise a few feet away, Regina opened her legs wide, giving the girl a view as she beckoned her and began pleasing herself. Sticky arousal instantly coated the pad of her finger as she consistently rolled it over her small bundle of nerves. Regina gasped softly, mocha eyes hooded, and commanded the Princess to hurry.

Doing as directed, Emma positioned herself between the woman's legs and stared at the glistening center belonging to the queen. Regina roughly grabbed a handful of the girl's golden tresses and pushed her face into her cunt, inhaling sharply at the feeling of the Princess's innocent, or not so anymore, tongue on her. Rocking her hips forward, the older woman panted for breath while the skilled tongue attacked her. She was beginning to believe that the alleged Snow White girl was as innocent as a low paid tavern barmaid with the way that her tongue moved in experienced circles and patterns, practically devouring the Queen's cunt with her mouth.

"Oh, Gods yes," Regina moaned, desperately holding the girl's face to her lower lips. "Such a good little girl, show me how much you want to please your Queen."

Two fingers were quickly inserted into the older woman's cunt, pounding viciously. Regina's mouth went agape, the breath escaping her throat as she tried to control the primal side in her.

"You naughty tramp, you've done this before!" She exclaimed between frantic pants, finally putting everything together.

It wasn't long before Regina was sputtering incoherent noises, her body writing and twisting against the chaise as her muscles clenched and spasmed. The tendons in her neck tightened as a low grunt emerged from the pit of Regina's stomach and transformed into a strong, primal growl. As soon as her body finished contorting, the older woman pushed Emma away swiftly and collapsed into furniture, regaining her breath as aftershocks plagued her nervous system.

Sweat had gathered on Regina's brow, the backs of her knees, and her neck due to the exertion. Her blackened heart was trotting like a wild stallion and her own animalistic instincts seemed to have been put at bay for the time being, but she still desired to have the Princess, and what she wanted, she received.

Standing on somewhat unsteady legs, Regina flicked her wrist and moved Emma to the bed on her back, legs open and bent at the knees. From the short distance the Queen could see the shine glistening from the blonde's center, practically begging to be taken. Like a predator, the dark haired woman prowled onto the bed, straddling Emma's petite waist. She leaned down and captured the girl's lips in a chaste kiss before peppering her lips over the salted skin of her neck and chest. Regina's serpent tongue flicked across a dusky nipple, causing it to stand to full attention for the queen. Pleased, she did the same with its counterpart and continued to do so until a series of impatient groans interrupted her.

"Patience is a virtue, Princess," the queen chastised with a playful smirk.

"Please, my queen," Emma begged, head thrashing and lower body writhing at the Queen's mercy. "Please take me."

A husky chuckle escaped the older woman's throat. "What do you want, my dear?"

"Fingers" was the only thing panted, desperately if Regina may add. Taking pity on the young child, the queen drew one finger down Emma's body and pressed it into her, instantly reveling in the feeling of hot velvet constricting around her finger. Languidly thrusting, Regina was panting just as frequently as the Princess was, but soon Emma demanded "more". So Regina added a second finger and gasped at the tightness that she was granted, feeling the blonde's walls clench spasmodically around her digits as she drilled into her.

Regina's attack became more and more precise as she curled the tips of her fingers to brush a rough patch of skin. That was all it took for Emma'a back to arch, then fall, her thighs slamming together as her body clenched in orgasm. The sight was one of the seven wonders to Regina. She looked beautiful in this manner: sweaty, primal, and desperate, just how the Queen liked. With a reward coating her fingers, Regina slipped them into her mouth, savoring the sweat and salt mixture before watching the sated girl beneath her. She could truly get used to this arrangement.