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The Huntsman/Once Upon A Time: Queen For A Night
🕑 Added 2016-05-12 23:17:17 +0000 UTC “Regina, the baby just kicked!” Freya cried, suddenly overcome by a happiness so fierce she thought she might never feel sad again. “Feel!”She seized Regina’s hand and brought it to her potbelly, the beginning of her pregnancy, and was gratified to see a little astonishment enter the sardonic glee that usually animated Regina’s face.
“Well,” Regina said, “it’s good to know I can get a rise out of your entire family.” And she bit her lip, trying not to show how overjoyed she was, as she felt a jostle of motion beneath her palm.
Freya always loved it when Queen Regina of the neighboring kingdom came to visit her sister’s castle. The pomp and circumstance of an official visit, which Freya often found boring, was relieved by how gleefully mischievous Regina was. Slyly teasing Ravenna with the most outrageous insinuations, dressing in the most fabulous gowns, and delighting Freya with shows of her magic.
Regina was much like Freya’s older sister. Both strong, both having to use their strength far too often. But Ravenna had Freya to take care of, and Freya liked to think having someone to protect made it all real for Ravenna. Regina had no one. Perhaps that was why she visited so often. She wished to be part of the family.
It was a shame they had no males for Regina to marry. Freya would’ve loved having her for a sister in truth.
“Ravenna is so lucky to have you,” Regina said, her hand still subtly rubbing the crest of Freya’s stomach, as if struggling to find it on her slender torso. “And you are lucky to have her, with things working out as they have.”
“With my lover returning to his wife-to-be and leaving me to care for our child alone?” Freya asked, trying to make it jocular like Regina would, but only sounding hurt.
“But you’re not alone. You’re your sister’s.” Regina explained patiently. She stepped close, now beside Freya, as if she meant to rest her head on Freya’s shoulder. Her hand continued rubbing Freya’s stomach, now in pliant circles. Freya’s lips pinched upward in an uncomfortable smile. It felt good, Regina’s closeness, Regina’s touch, but she wasn’t sure why. “And she’s so fortunate to have you. A woman in her position can’t take a lover, have a child. But with you… she has those things regardless.”
“I fear I’m no substitute for a loving man,” Freya said.
Ravenna had been a great comfort, taking care of her and her unborn child when it seemed she would collapse in grief, but that feeling of love she’d had with the Duke of Blackwood had never returned. Perhaps it was that she’d given herself so wholly to him, but with Ravenna she still held a part of herself back. Ravenna could be so cruel, and even if that cruelty was never directed at Freya, it still frightened her.
“Let’s see if we can find one, then,” Regina offered.
With a flick of her wrist, a glass of brandy appeared in her hand, summoned out of a cloud of purple smoke. Freya smiled despite herself. Regina’s magic always amused her so.
Regina drank first, then handed the glass to Freya. “Drink up.”
Freya raised the glass to her lips and sipped it, dragging it out as long as she could. It burned sweetly, loosening her already—she always had been a lightweight. A good thing too, as she knew the baby wouldn’t appreciate the alcohol as much as she did.
“You mean so much to Ravenna,” Regina said. “But you can be oh so much more.”
“What do you mean?” Freya asked.
“Haven’t you seen the way she looks at you? So protective? So wary of threat? Why do you think she defends you so?”
“I’m her sister. She loves me.”
“Yes. But she can love you far more than you’ve let her. And you can love her as you’ve always wanted. Be with her. Give her the love she’s always wanted, but never allowed herself.”
Freya drained the glass. The drink seemed to burn hotter now. It started a fire in her belly that would not stop. “I don’t see how I could love my sister any more than I do. She’s my only family—my whole world!”
“Then let me show you.”
Dismissing her, Freya turned to set the glass down, and as she did, Regina made her move. She reached out and ran her hand up the curve of Freya’s twisting body, from the swell of her hip up to the side of her breast.
Freya froze for a moment, as if to let the hand run its full course from hip to breast, then shuddered in reaction. She felt a wave of arousal echo through her body as Regina stepped more fully behind her, something daringly dangerous in how Freya could no longer see her, only feel her. Those smooth fingertips brushed lightly down the sides of her body, trailed down the fronts of her thighs. She let out a half-stifled moan, shocked by the need in it, and knew her nipples were hardening.
Regina seemed to sense her tension. She moved her hands to Freya’s hair, working its fineness out of the tight braids, the ribbons that held it in place clattering to the ground one by one. Freya’s mouth was dry, her lips parched as the minutes stretched on, her body anticipating further caresses that never came, her whole being waiting, perched on a summit and forced to follow Regina’s schedule. Even though she wasn’t being touched, her nipples got harder and harder, and she licked her lips repeatedly to try to keep them from cracking.
“There are many ways for two women to love each other,” Regina said, running her hands through Freya’s hair in slow twirls, relishing its pull into disarray. “Many of them quite satisfactory… an ample substitute for the love of a man. Would you like that? Being that close to your sister? Meeting all her needs? You and the child inside you? A family, whole and complete, just you and the woman you trust most in the world?”
Freya gasped as Regina’s hands ran down, through her disheveled hair to the plunder of her back, her simple nightgown too thin to deter Regina’s caresses, her strokes, her perusal of Freya’s pale, vibrant body. She touched nothing intimate, nothing taboo, only the expanse of skin between one shoulder and the other, but her touch was so slow and loving that Freya felt just as she had when the child was conceived.
Freya closed her eyes, and when Regina pulled her along to her bedchamber’s méridienne, an exotic gift from Ravenna, she went willingly. Sinking into its plush cushioning as if it were the soft flesh of the Queen herself.
There was a delightful tension of her body’s need for this and her slow misgivings, her awareness of this being unsanctified in some way, even as she rolled onto her back, relaxing for Regina as she knew was expected of her. Regina lay beside her, her lips pressing lightly to Freya’s face, as if whetting her appetite for Freya’s flesh. And she realized what it was that was bothering her.
It was just the two of them. Certainly, Freya had known other women—danced with girls as she’d danced with boys, kissed women as she’d kissed men, but those were at Ravenna’s celebrations, where the wine flowed and all was permitted, masks making blame impossible to follow. If the sun set and the candles burned down and the darkness found her alone with a man, or a woman, or Ravenna herself, then who was to say what touch it had been that aroused her, who she’d kissed so passionately, what she’d really wanted if it were left up to more than the whims and whimsies of Ravenna’s orgiastic ballroom?
But when it was just her and Regina, then it was Regina that wanted her, and she who wanted Regina. It was dark, deviant, in a way she’d thought only her sister was, with her devilish magic. And if she loved her sister regardless, she also hadn’t been Ravenna—quite content with her sheltered life under Ravenna’s cloak, her love affairs, and now her child growing within her.
Or perhaps it was simply that Regina wasn’t Ravenna, and whatever new form of love this was, Freya felt it owed to her sister, not to some interloper.
But she wanted it. She wanted to make love to this woman, or at least allow Regina to make love to her. It shook her a little to realize that, scared her. Excited her at the same time.
Her breasts, full and sensitive since she’d become with child, jiggled enticingly as her nightgown was pulled down her shoulders, and she saw how the sight of the lush, swollen nipples that crowned them sent a shiver of desire through Regina. As if she couldn’t help herself, Regina lowered her head to Freya’s breasts as an animal would descend on its kill, her lips capturing Freya’s left nipple. It came alive, surging between Regina’s sucking lips.
Freya let out a moan of raw, sensuous need, her last doubt dispelled. “Oh God, yes… yes…”
Regina threw a leg over her, its long bare length totally unobstructed by the slit in her dress that came to her sleek thigh. Freya moaned, just having Regina’s warm flesh upon her, feeling Regina straddle her, the silken softness that could only be undergarments now settled atop her lap, her thighs, her groin. She felt wonderfully possessed by Regina, as even Ravenna had not had her, and being in Regina’s power, under her spell, under her body—it was so very good.
Her body arched upward off the cushions to beg for more and Regina shoved her back down, laying her head upon the méridienne’s arm, then reaching underneath it to take hold of the waterfall of Freya’s unbound hair and tugging it to keep Freya in place. Another moan; Freya’s throat was becoming hoarse. She wasn’t used to such lustful outbursts.
With Freya splayed in place, submissive and supplicatory, Regina once more captured Freya’s tender, throbbing nipple, firmly yet gently, sucking, nibbling, kissing… her manner so soft, her mouth so eager and knowing.
After a painful pull on Freya’s hair for good measure, Regina released it, and Freya gripped the headrest behind her to remind herself to stay put. Now Regina’s hand moved to her other breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger while her lips and tongue continued what they’d begun on her left nipple. She sucked one delicious tip while she massaged and caressed the other, knowing how they reacted to her fondling in both taste and feel. Freya felt her womanhood swimming in slickness, a roiling feel of pressure and tension, a sudden need that demanded to be alleviated, and would be, if only Regina continued the delicious torment on her sensitive breasts.
Only Regina didn’t. Abruptly, she twisted them around, pulling Freya on top of her as her back hit the méridienne, Freya moaning as her overstimulated teats collided with Regina’s own chest, an explosion of texture and touch in Regina’s well-detailed dress on bare, pliant skin. Before she could recover, Regina had kissed her, and Freya felt another sharp push of sensation between her legs, as if there were a feeling clawing to get out.
“Now it’s your turn, my young princess. Help yourself to my body. Show me how you wish to express all that lust I’ve found inside you.”
And almost helplessly, Freya began rutting against Regina’s body, seeking the perfect stimulation for the beast between her thighs. She could not even think to lift her nightgown out of the way. Regina did that for her, exposing her firm thighs.
Ravenna, watching from the doorway, much appreciated the sight.
She felt her dark nipples hardening inside a dress that was tight enough to already put them on display, while her sex seemed to fill with heated moisture, hidden in the junction of fabric that formed between her thighs, but still seeming to throb and pulse so hard she wondered how no one else could notice. Ravenna slid a hand down her body, between her breasts and over her belly, almost able to feel the feverish heat of her flesh right through the scant fabric. Despite its thinness, the fabric was stiff and a little edgy, spiking deliciously into her skin with the pressure of her touch. When she cupped her groin and that sharp sensation cut into her groin, the throb it gave her in return was more than tingling.
As she watched, the activity on the méridienne suddenly grew more frantic. Regina was gasping. “Oh! Ohh! Oh, Freya… your sister truly is missing out! Ohhhh!”
The legs of the méridienne squeaked across the floor as Regina squirmed, unable to stop herself from crying out with the powerful climax Freya was giving her. She groaned with delight, her bare legs kicking out past Freya’s body as Ravenna’s sister sought her own oblivion, thrashing against Regina’s half-naked body. And then they both lay still.
Ravenna had to ask: “How was it, Freya? Were you missing out as well?”
Both women jerked upright, Freya with a startled gasp, Regina with a cheeky laugh. In total dishabille and quite sweaty, they stared through the darkness at Ravenna. Her lovely face had an impish quality to it. Her blue eyes were laughing in almost evil anticipation; an anticipation Freya recognized from whenever Ravenna had been especially naughty.
Freya’s full lips lifted in a smile; she, too, was almost anticipating what was to come. The two sisters were very different, but at the end of the day, they were more alike than most could believe.
“Regina,” Ravenna began, “did you really think that if I invited you to my kingdom, it was in the hopes that you wouldn’t ravish my sister?”
Regina laid there, unable to speak or utter a sound for that matter. With supremely arrogant confidence, Ravenna approached her. Regina didn’t dare to hope, to think—she’d been with Maleficent, but not all the Queens of Darkness… the group too tightknit to ever allow an outsider to fully penetrate them, so to speak. But the royal sisters… could it be she would join them?
Biting her lip, Regina eased Freya’s nightgown further up her body. Before, her womanhood, and the glimmering glaze of her juices upon her thighs, had been exposed. Now Ravenna saw her unclothed ass in full.
Ravenna smiled. “And you, Freya—you certainly didn’t come to our dear guest’s room at night simply to have your hair brushed.” With almost tenderness, and a shared smile of understanding, Ravenna reached out to cup one of Freya’s pert buttocks in the palm of her right hand. “Lovely. You can have her, Regina. Of course you can have her. But I’ll expect to have her too. And you as well, of course. We’ll all share. It’s just sex, after all. Not something important, like power.”
The proposal didn’t quite shock Regina, but Freya’s reaction did. There was no confusion or indignation… Freya was apparently quite eager for Ravenna to join in. She really was her sister’s sister.
But the méridienne would not be big enough for them. In total, silent agreement, Ravenna helped the two of them up from it and led them, hand in hand, to the room’s massive bed. They slipped out of their clothes in unison, Freya helping Ravenna after she’d slid the wadded-up nightgown over her hips, while Regina simply magicked out of her dress. Then they were all twined together on the bed, mussing the covers as they were by now far too impatient to actually get under them.
Body against body, lips pressed upon lips, eagerly demanding hands finding firm young breast—so they rolled and turned in one another’s embrace, barely able to take being pleasured by one when there was another they could taste in turn. Sighing, gasping, giving and taking as first one became the aggressor, then another.
Regina was suddenly on her back, feeling the electrifying sensation of Ravenna’s tongue climbing her left thigh, while Freya’s darted along her right. The two climbed ever closer to the wet river of her desire, even if they seemed moments from ignoring her to focus on each other—their soft flesh pressing together as they came up Regina’s body side by side.
“Come to me,” Regina commanded imperiously, knotting her hand in Freya’s loose hair as Ravenna’s tongue darted across her own damp pubic hair.
“What do you—“
“You’re royalty, aren’t you? Take your throne.”
Hesitantly, Freya obeyed her teacher. She straddled Regina’s breasts, biting her lip to keep from moaning as the taut nipples brushed against her most sensitive places—the places where Regina could feel Ravenna’s gentle tongue, easily pulling the moist folds open so she could explore the savory delights within.
As Regina suffered the almost excruciating agony of expectation, she consoled herself by staring at the blonde tuft of Freya’s pubic hair. The flesh was almost pink, and while she lacked Ravenna’s aggression, the girl most certainly had her eagerness. The lips of her labia were slightly parted, like a flower in the sun, and touched by the drops of the inner lubrication that were already preparing Freya for her coming pleasure.
Regina wanted to savor the sisters as long as she possibly could. She felt the first delicate, insistent flick of Ravenna’s tongue upon her labia, but tried to ignore it, and the shiver of anticipation that ran through her. She couldn’t keep herself from shaking, though. It was need, pure and simple. She slipped her hands behind Freya’s firm young buttocks, drawing the girl’s groin up to her mouth even as she arched her own hips to meet Ravenna’s tongue.
Ravenna made her wait too, so that their three bodies moved ever closer to one another until, at the exact same instant, Regina’s full lips met Freya’s soft wet flesh, and Ravenna’s demanding, destroying tongue leaped into Regina’s sex. Her pussy was like a cauldron, Ravenna’s tongue a flame licking every higher, until the fire finally consumed Regina’s clitoris. That gave new meaning to the phrase ‘adding fuel to the fire.’
As if she too were receiving Ravenna’s tongue, Freya sighed in ecstasy, feeling the almost soothing workings of Regina’s lips and tongue upon her demanding sex. Given permission by this, Regina too sighed pleasurably as she felt Ravenna cup her long, eager hands underneath Regina’s buttocks and draw her hips tighter to a hungry mouth. Regina could not have escaped even if she wanted to.
Regina’s hips were twitching involuntarily now, spurring her on to distract herself by caressing Freya’s sex with her tongue. She felt the first pangs of a faraway orgasm, knowing it would come slowly, yet with a consuming thoroughness that would wrack her entire body with frenzy. She could feel her skin tingling everywhere in expectation, feel the response of Freya’s cunt to her lips as the sister was filled with the same instinctual need.
Regina’s hands cupped the firm flesh of Freya’s ass as, on her own hips, she felt Ravenna’s skilled hands upon her mons, penetrating her, fingers pushing upward so that Regina’s burgeoning clit was pressed into the lashings of Ravenna’s tongue, then firmly caressing the bottom of Regina’s sex so that her clit was pulled against Ravenna’s mouth.
Regina felt like she was part of one of the heavenly phenomenon she had previously only seen through a telescope. A star going nova, a meteor landing. She knew what was about to happen, and almost dreaded the volcanic intensity of her release, an immensity she knew might be too much for her. Yet she couldn’t stop. She was now completely driven by the compulsions within her, caring for nothing but satiating the appetites that she had whetted by seducing Freya in the first place.
She clawed her long fingernails into Freya’s ass, arched her hips to receive the firm ministrations of Ravenna’s frenetic tongue. From deep within her, she felt the first subtle vibrations of awakened nerve endings, the long, slow, rolling tsunami of her fulfillment. She was coming.
Where it started she couldn’t know. How it touched every part of her she would never be sure. But it surged from both where Ravenna pleased her and where she pleased Freya, burning in her hands where they touched Freya’s flesh, her lips where they kissed Freya’s cunt, her groin where Ravenna’s tongue lapped up her lust, and did not stop at her stomach or her breasts. It was in her heart, her mind, her soul, flowing like an irresistible spell, crowding out reality, a magic worked by three women whose power and sorcery even apart were insurmountable. Together, it combined into too much for even the three of them.
Her nails were actually clawing into Freya’s flesh now, the girl responding by snapping against her mouth, pushing the pressure of her wet labia and the involuntary throbbings of her clitoris into Regina’s mouth hard enough to rattle her teeth. Regina could barely take it, the ample evidence of Freya’s climax enhancing her own orgasm, which already had her convulsing as if she were in her death throes.
Regina gasped, but could not, would not let go of the flesh that was offered to her lips, her teeth. Above her, she felt Freya’s body shudder even harder, taking wave after wave of the infinite pleasure that had possessed them over, and was even now moving over and through Queen Ravenna as well.
Yet none of them could stop fucking the others, stop demanding to be fucked. Ravenna felt the throes of climax shake Regina’s body like a small animal caught by a ferocious dog—and, even more perfectly, the aftershocks of Freya’s pleasure on a body that was oversensitive to the point of feeling those jolts even more keenly than the initial satisfaction. She lashed her hot tongue against Regina’s pulsating, overstimulated clitoris. She rewarded Regina for pleasing her sister, and punished Regina for doing it without her, all at once.
Again and again the sea of pleasure drowned Regina, flooding every thought, every emotion, burying it under countless gallons of indescribable ecstasy, unfathomable need for still more. Her very being seemed to be a part of the taste pressing against her face—a part of the pleasure entering her pussy and filling her body. Again she shuddered with the inescapable thrill of it, as Freya shuddered, as Ravenna shuddered.
Finally, it was over, or at least had gotten less pleasurable instead of more, which meant it had started to end. The peaks and troughs of violent passion became fewer and further apart, though occasionally, one little hint of painfully intense pleasure would flitter through her. For uncounted minutes of breathless panting, Regina survived her afterglow.
Finally, she lay exhausted, aware enough to know that Freya was in a satiated heap beside her. Somehow Ravenna maintained poise enough to still move, and with a slowness that in and of itself was intimately sensual, Ravenna dragged her lips from Regina’s open sex. Then she crawled up the bed, between Regina and Freya’s bodies, and fell down with one arm across Freya, the other over Regina. Like it was a favored stuffed animal, Freya took Ravenna’s hand and held it close.
The three of them relaxed as best they could after knowing such pleasure, panting in exhausted satisfaction for what seemed like hours, until the desire to see Ravenna and Freya’s naked forms proved more tempting to Regina than even the cool darkness under her eyelids.
She saw the tentacles—silent stalks of pure, malevolent magic, hovering over the bed like watchful sentinels, slowly undulating in a breeze that did not exist. Regina knew the taste of this magic. It was Ravenna’s.
“And what’re those?” Regina asked, startled by how her voice came out as a yawn.
“Pets,” Ravenna explained. “Waiting to be played with until Freya has had her nap. A well-rested mother is so important for the baby.”
“And perhaps a loving aunt?” Regina suggested.
“My most evil queen, do you propose an alliance?”
“That depends.” Regina summoned up a fireball. Then, just as quickly, dispelled it. Her fingers flickered red. “How hot do you like it?”
“How close were you to that Ursula girl?”
Regina smiled. “Perhaps I should extend my visit. It’s apparent we still have much to learn about each other.”
“Indeed we do,” Ravenna said, pulling Freya closer as the girl tried fecklessly to snuggle with her. Buried in Ravenna’s side, Freya finally relaxed. “Just remember who’s queen.”
“Indeed I will,” Regina said. And you’ll soon learn.
It might all end in fire and death. Or in the same untamed pleasure she had known with Maleficent. There was no way to be sure.
But perhaps she should send word to the Queens of Darkness that they were invited to the party. After all, if Ravenna had her sister backing her, Regina could use some people in her corner as well.
Her corner… and wherever else they found themselves.
Yes. She would most definitely be extending her visit.
