A longer one here but i section was long enough to stand by itself.
Smut warning!
Enjoy.
Previously in The Collar
A loud buzzing cut through their conversation startling Regina enough to exclaim aloud. "That'll be Maggie," Emma announcing, walking towards a silver metal panel on the wall that Regina had failed to notice before.
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"Let her up," Emma pressing the intercom to the security desk. A few minutes later there was a knock on the apartment door, Emma answering and escorting Maggie into the living room. Regina was still settled in one of the armchairs and observing Emma's visitor. Today she was smartly dressed in a tailored suit with a burgundy silk blouse, the warm colour complimenting her skin tone, the outfit paired with some matching heels and Regina begrudgingly admitting to herself she was a very attractive young woman.
"Regina, nice to see you again," Maggie spotting her and greeting her with a smile. Regina not sure how to respond so rising to her feet, brushing off a skirt they had chosen at the boutique. "Oh, that's lovely, it fits you perfectly," Maggie complimenting the outfit.
"We went to Serenella, an acquaintance of mine owns it," Emma handing Maggie a mug of coffee she'd poured from the pot she'd just made.
"Oh, their lines are fantastic and you're not going to see five other people wearing it at an event."
"Just tell the mistress I sent you and you'll get the best service."
"Thanks, Em," Regina wincing internally at the familiarisation of Emma's name. This woman was Emma's friend, a tie to this world and yet another thing reminding her that this was Emma's home.
"So, what's really going on?" Maggie taking a seat eyes flicking between, Regina (now sitting) and Emma. "You disappear for months, no calls, no emails, nothing and you turn up last night like nothing's happened? Are you Ok? And don't fucking lie to me, Emma!" The lawyer's voice raising angrily as she berated her friend.
"Ok, I'll explain but you're going to think I'm fucking crazy," Emma rubbing her palms on the denim covering her thighs then launching to her feet, "I -, We -, Regina -."
"Emma, chill. As long as you've not been recruited to a cult -," Maggie becoming concerned when Emma locked eyes with Regina, eyes narrowing in suspicion before the lawyer rounded on Regina. "Lady, I don't know you but Emma seems to like you and she barely tolerates anyone so if you've -."
"Oh!" Regina now also on her feet. "How dare you speak to me that way. If we were in my world I would -."
"Hey!" Emma interrupting the tirade, her friend still glaring at Regina (and Regina glaring back) but neither of them continuing.
"Listen, what I'm going to tell you makes no sense whatsoever and I can't really prove it to you but just trust me, please?" Emma imploring.
"Sure, Ok. But it better be good!" Maggie stepping back and re-taking her seat and Emma gesturing for Regina to do the same.
"Ok, well it's true that Regina is royalty, a queen actually -."
"No she's not," Maggie immediately interrupting, "I did a search, she's not listed anywhere, Em. Not in Europe or anywhere else that has a monarchy."
"Yes, I know just -."
"Be silent and let her finish!" Regina losing her temper now, eyes flashing in a way that made Emma cringe and be extremely thankful that the queen's magic was gone. "Emma, you would let her speak to me that way?"
"Enough!" Emma's temper snapping along with her control and a visible shock-wave of magic running through all those present, the room then falling silent as it dissipated.
"What the actual fuck?" Maggie looking to Emma, stunned but waiting for an explanation over what she had just witnessed.
"Ok, so I have magic," Emma shrugging bemusedly and wondering how her life had come to this.
"Like Harry Potter?" Maggie raising a brow but not immediately in denial.
"No," Emma shaking her head. "Harry Potter exists in the same world as the muggles it's just hidden. This is more like Narnia or Fillory or Oz where it exists in another world entirely. Regina's world, in fact." Maggie was truly speechless but not a fool. She could not ignore what she had just witnessed.
"I didn't believe it at first, I thought it was a game when I woke up in her dungeon and then was introduced to the dark queen and her werewolf protege!" Emma throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"Her what now?" Maggie blinking.
"Red is my heir," Regina helpfully filling in the blanks, "and a werewolf."
"Werewolf?" Maggie repeating incredulously.
"Werewolf!" Emma repeating, her hands pushing her hair off her face as she paced. "There is a whole other world out there."
"Other worlds," Regina correcting.
"Regina, really? Let me just get through this. Ok?" Emma beseeching.
"I apologise, continue," was Regina's polite but frustrating reply.
"Ok, magic exists so do other worlds. And werewolves," Maggie summarising before crossing her arms over her chest and sitting back in her chair. "Continue."
"I've been living there all this time, We came back so I could check up on things but I'm going back. I don't really have a choice," Emma throwing Regina a glance.
"Don't have a choice? Why?," Maggie leaning forward, eyes back on Regina. "What did she do?"
"Nothing, well she did kidnap me, throw me in a dungeon, brand me, collar me, torture me and it turns out we accidentally got married but I actually kind of like her so -."
"Emma! That does not sound like a good place for you to be!" Maggie launching to her friend's defence. "Married or not you need -."
"You promised, please?" Emma entreating, already exhausted, holding a hand out to stem Maggie's objections and Emma's strained look causing Maggie to halt their flow.
"Things are complicated, there's my parents -," Maggie desperate to speak but holding it in, barely. "Everyone's heard of Snow White, right?" A nod. "Well, apparently someone has been crossing worlds and stealing stories, or rather biographies; she's my mother, Prince Charming is my father and they sent me to this world because the evil queen, aka Regina, had threatened to curse me. So, basically my childhood was fucked up because my parents panicked and thought sending a one day old baby to a strange world was safer than letting Regina raise me."
"Whoa, hold on now! Raise you? You're what, maybe five, six years older than Emma at most?" Maggie seeing glaring discrepancies in the maths.
"Mmm, I count thirty summers," Regina confirming. "But, you see, we have concluded that the passage of time moves differently in each world. I was seeking a six year old child when my magic located Emma and pulled her through my portal. I was surprised and thought I'd made an error when she first arrived."
"Yeah, turns out I'm a child of true love, born with magic that laid dormant here but was activated whilst I was there. I can't really control it but it's inside me. I made Regina a wager, I lost so I'm bound to go back with her and that was before the whole marriage issue."
"A wager? I'm sure that's not a legally binding -."
"It's not but the magical oath I swore is, as is the marriage bond," Emma cutting Maggie off mid-sentence.
"She is correct," Regina continuing, "to renege on the wager would forfeit her life and I am told by a reliable source that our separation at this point would also have a similar effect on us both. However, I shall release her from the wager then there is only the issue of the marriage to be resolved," Regina sniffing and Emma rolling her eyes.
"She acts like she doesn't care but she likes me, really." Emma calling the queen's bluff, a twitch of an eyelid the only indicator that Regina accepted the claim. "Had it not been for the marriage bond she gave me the option of staying here."
"Unfortunately, a redundant offer but I would facilitate it if I could", Regina confirming with a sigh. Maggie's eyes flicking rapidly between the two women in an effort to keep track of what she was being told, what they were revealing to her.
"And honestly, it's a fascinating place if barbaric, medieval with magic like the fantasy stories. I've met some amazing people, nearly died more than once, been whipped by my own mother and met Maleficent," Emma raising her hands in emphasis.
"And I have pledged to protect her, she is mine and none shall harm her!" Regina standing to her full height and Emma swearing she could feel the frisson of magic emanating from the queen, maybe residual her own outburst temporarily being absorbed by Regina?
"So you're a real queen, huh?" Maggie squaring off against Regina, undeterred by the woman's claim to power.
"I am the most powerful ruler in all the kingdoms," Regina sneering.
"Mags, she's not lying. It's full on Morgana, castle and all."
"It is not a castle, it is a palace and Morgana resides in the Western Kingdom, although we are on good terms!"
"Seriously?" Emma shaking her head. "Her world is crazy, fucking Xena is real, fairies, nymphs -."
"Emma," Regina placing a gentle hand on her arm, "do not forget that you were also born of that world." The reminder a stark one and the room falling silent.
"Its been hard. Honestly you were a bitch, Regina," Emma's tone and glance at the queen admonishing, a tilt of Regina's chin her only acknowledgement of the truth. "But I like it there, it feels right," Emma thumping her chest with the heel of her hand. "I can't explain but -."
"It's home," Maggie murmuring softly. "You've got good people?"
"I have," Emma nodding slowly, "it's complicated but- ."
"But she is under my protection and is actually quite capable of defending herself. Indeed, she defeated several Amazons and unarmed the Captain of my guard whilst naked. I was impressed," Regina sniffing. "Her sword skills are better than many of my seasoned warriors."
"Miyagi?" Maggie questioning, single brow raised and a smirk painting her lips.
"Miyagi," Emma confirming the reference to her martial arts teacher and mentor.
"Ok, so your weird hobbies have finally paid off. What about your other predilections, Princess?" Maggie teasing, ignoring Emma's scowl. She was totally overwhelmed by Emma's revelations but not doubting her friend.
"I train her slaves. I am one of her slaves," Emma admitting, rapidly removing the t-shirt she was wearing to expose her back to her friend, Maggie gasping as she saw the intricate tattoo there, one that had remained covered by Emma's outfit the day before.
"Wow, that's amazing," Maggie reaching out to trace some of the finer detail. "That looks like it must have been painful?"
"No, Regina's magic. Maleficent healed all my old wounds, I've never felt so good," Emma smiling at her friend.
"Yet, I will admit you have endured more than you should have. I am a cruel and demanding mistress," Regina's words surprising Emma.
"You're also more than a little psychotic," Emma adding to which Regina rolled her eyes, the ease at which she took the criticisms noted by Maggie and even causing Emma to realise how much things had changed between them. Whether that would remain once they returned she wasn't sure.
"Can you ever come back?" Was the lawyer's question.
"I will send her back if we can negate the marriage bond and if she chooses to return," Regina pledging. "It is in the terms of our agreement and I have no choice but to honour the blood oath, as does Emma. And, I would like to visit this world again, it is strange to me but it fascinates me. Should my magic allow us I will endeavour to bring us here again in the not too distant future but the spell takes time to prepare," Regina's promise pleasing Emma and she showed that by placing an affectionate kiss on the queen's cheek, Regina's only reaction a blink of surprise at the action.
"Good, because I've missed you," Maggie pulling Emma into a tight hug. "You're my friend, not just a client."
"I know," Emma returning the embrace. "You'll do," Emma chuckling.
"Plus you make a super hot couple but I honestly can't see you as her slave," Maggie scrunching up her nose, eyeing the pair and knowing Emma had performed that role in the past but now -?
"The terms of the wager stated that if she succeeded in breaking me without magic within a year then I was bound to her. She won. I lost," Emma shrugging.
"She is the most accomplished slave I have ever owned," Regina stating.
"She thinks like I do in that respect so it was a good match. "And she's hot so -." Maggie chuckling at Emma's compliment.
"Well, that's all totally mind-blowing but I wish you both luck. Be careful. I've set up everything you wanted so if I can just grab your signature on a few papers I'll leave you to it," Maggie shaking her head, trying to settle all the new information but failing, reaching into her briefcase she pulled out a sheaf of legal folders marked with tabs for Emma to sign. "Red tabs are you, blue is me." Maggie placing the pile of folders on the table.
"Ok, and the other thing?" Emma querying.
"Sorted but thought I'd get this out of the way first," Maggie informing her friend after taking a quick glance at her watch.
"Ok, hang on then," Emma quickly signing everything she was given, Maggie co-signing before gathering the papers back up.
"I'll leave you that." One folder being left on the table and Emma reaching for it. "Thanks."
"Ok, so yeah. I'd better go. Give me hug, loser," Maggie checking the time again and embracing Emma again. "Be careful and you -," Maggie turning to Regina, "keep her safe or I will hunt you down!" Regina arching her brow but not replying, silently impressed with the threat. This young woman had courage and obviously cared for Emma.
"I shall do my utmost to ensure her safety," Regina pledging with an incline of her head before looking Maggie in the eye.
"You'd better!" Maggie nodding her acceptance.
"So, are we still in agreement about we discussed this morning?" Regina nodding at Emma's query. "We are, I think it is a promising plan," Regina agreeing.
"Great." Emma stretching out her neck to ease the tension before walking Maggie to the door, pausing with her hand on the door handle. "Then let's do this!" Emma exhaling as she pulled the door open.
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Belle's head lifted as she heard the key scraping in the lock. Her muscles aching and sore from taking the partial weight of her body. She'd estimated anywhere between two and four hours passing but she'd lost track, her heartbeat not keeping exact time as she counted it. After a while the steady thump of the organ and corresponding throb in between her legs lulling her into a fuge state, mind replaying how Mistress Red had used her and how good that had felt. Mind wandering to other fantasies, other ways in which she could please her mistress.
"Easy, it's me," Red reassuring the slave as she entered the room. "Don't speak," Red ordering as Belle heard her approach. "I'm going to unchain you now but you will be sore." Red bending to unfasten the ankle cuffs.
"Stand up straight." Belle bringing her legs together to stand at her full height, her arms still above her head but no longer stretched as much, even the small change giving her muscles respite as the tension between the chain and wrist cuffs lessened. Red swiftly undoing those as well to completely free her slave from the bonds, Belle stumbling slightly as she was released but still wearing the hood.
Another shift and Belle gasping as she found herself upside down and being carried over Red's shoulder.
"Be still," Red commanding brusquely as her long legs swiftly navigated the lower levels, Belle being jostled as the wolf began to climb some stairs.
Three flights later and the sound of Red's boots softening, Belle reasoning that they had probably entered the queen's wing given the distance travelled and the likelihood there was now carpet underfoot. Red soon reaching her destination, pushing open the door to her rooms and nudging it closed behind her with a tap of her toe.
"Steady," Red warning as she slipped Belle off her shoulder and the slave's boots hit the floor. Belle was disorientated from being upside down, having the bag still over her head so she had no visual point of reference to re-set her balance.
"Here," Red quickly realising the problem and allowing the slave to clutch at her arm until the hood was removed smoothly. "Better?"
"Yes, Mistress Red," Belle replying, glad to see that she had been correct and they were now standing in Red's outer chamber.
"We shall bathe. Come," Red heading for her bathing chamber, much smaller than the queen's and a luxury to have her own private pool but suiting her position as the queen's heir. "Undress me," Red speaking softly, she was tired, the intelligence Braxas had shared with her weighing on her mind. Belle sensing the wolf's disquiet and stripping her of her clothes as quickly as possible, pleased with herself that she managed it without incident.
"Yours too," Red slipping into the warm water, groaning as she did so, the water providing immediate relief from her tense muscles. "Good girl," Red praising as she watched Belle strip. "Now come bathe me." The wolf enjoying the sight of her slave naked, eyes hooded, watching Belle lower herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in and tentatively lifting herself off the warm stone floor to slide in but what if -?
"Here, girl." Red pushing away from the side of the pool she had been resting against to move directly in front of Belle. "Rest your hands on my shoulders and slide in," Red instructing after remembering how the slave's last foray into the pool had panicked her and being shorter than Red the depth of the water was more challenging.
"I shall have your instructor teach you to swim," the wolf vowing as they came face to face in the water, Belle finding herself able to stand flat on the floor and hold her chin safely above water. A rumble from Red's chest startling the slave, the wolf scenting her cheek, catching her chin between strong fingers and immobilising Belle's head before licking from jawbone to temple, tasting her own essence still on the girl's skin. Belle holding perfectly still as her mistress licked her face clean, the rough consistency of her tongue and yellowing eyes reminding the slave that her mistress was more than human.
"Bathe me," Red pulling away and gesturing to the bottles and jars lined up alongside the pool and waiting expectantly.
Right, bathing -. Belle knew she could do this so following her own routine she first lathered Red's body with the soap, the pool automatically washing it off, then pausing as she wondered which bottle might contain shampoo.
"No shampoo, wolves do not need it," Red thankful her hair took care of itself if rinsed regularly but dipping under the water anyway just to make sure, disliking the smells it picked up on her travels through the palace.
"Wash yourself. Use the yellow bottle for you hair."
"Yes, Mistress," Belle replying obediently and washing her body and hair as quickly as possible with the seemingly non-scented products, which made sense considering how sensitive Red's nose was. The slave wincing once or twice as her muscles cramped from their ordeal. Red watching, leaning back against the edge of the pool until the slave was done and steadying the girl as she climbed out, boosting herself out behind her.
"Dry me," another simple task that Belle undertook with muted enthusiasm, not wanting to annoy her mistress with over-exuberance. "Dry yourself and meet me in my bed chamber."
"Yes, Mistress Red," Belle enjoying watching her mistresses naked self leave the room, Red was lean and toned but very feminine.
"Mistress?" Belle appearing in the bedroom doorway to find Red still naked and standing by the bed. "Stand here, face away from me," the wolf requesting and of course Belle doing as she was told. Red took her time examining the girl's body, lifting each arm in turn and testing their range of movement. One or two of those positions causing Belle to wince and Red to frown.
"Lie on the bed, face down, arms by your sides." "Yes, Mistress Red." Belle settling down on the blanket covering the bed and positioning herself as requested, holding still even as she felt Red's weight join her, the wolf kneeling over her back, leg either side of her body. "You've pulled a couple of muscles today so I am going to rub some oil in, it's infused with a mild pain killer and it might make you a little light-headed but it's harmless.
"Thank you, Mistress Red," Belle flushing at the act of kindness, it was much more than she would have expected given her role.
"Lie still," Red taking her time and smoothing the oil into her slave's shoulders, neck and back, enjoying the feel of the soft and supple skin under her fingertips. Belle was enjoying herself immensely never having been touched this way before, it was an extremely intimate experience.
Gasping as her mistress moved further down, strong hands massaging the cheeks of her ass, deep kneading of the muscles there causing unexpected pleasure, the manipulation exciting the slave as it was stimulating her sex and something -, deeper and just felt -, good. Red was right about the oil, it was dulling the aches but also seeming to heighten her senses and yet everything felt a little distant.
"Relax," Red toying with her slave, testing her reactions to simple touches and mapping the more sensitive spots for further reference. Belle feeling Red's oiled hands forcing her ass cheeks apart, thumbs running down each side of her inner cheeks and exposing her before pushing them together and firmly rolling them under the heels of her hands. The continuous stimulation arousing the slave until she was whimpering under her mistress and wanting to thrust her hips against the bed to try and gain some friction but she didn't dare.
Red not being able to resist the trailing a lone finger down the crease to her slave's clit then back up to rub gently at her virgin ass, the muscles twitching under her finger and Belle gasping at the sensations, holding her breath in anticipation for whatever was going to come next.
Red spreading her slave's cheeks apart with one hand and the other purposely drizzling oil over the hole, when a sufficient amount was gathering in the small recess Red resumed her massage, each roll working the oil in until Belle could feel it seeping inside her, warming her from the inside and exciting the nerve endings. The massage pausing, Red not being able to resist rubbing her finger lightly over the pucker, a light pressure as Red pressed the pad of her forefinger against the muscle, testing it.
"Relax," Red repeating herself, finger continuing to tease until Belle's hips jerked up, the touches incredibly erotic and much more arousing than she had anticipated them to be. The shift of her hips had been rewarded with a sharp slap falling on her left buttock, the sting burning and Belle forced herself to lie still.
"Good girl," Red praising the slave's control. "Do you want me to go further, inside?" Red exerting a little more pressure on the ring of muscle as she asked the question, not breaching but forcing it open a little way so that Belle could feel a slight stretch and inward pressure. Belle nodding frantically, whatever was in the oil was intoxicating her but she knew what she wanted.
"Yes, Mistress Red. Please!" The slave hearing her own desperate plea for something she'd only heard rumours about being pleasurable. Red smiling to herself, the girl was so responsive and eager to please and her finger slipped in almost without effort, the oil already in the passage letting it slip right up to her knuckle, finger deep inside. Belle trying very hard not to move but when she was entered her instinct was to push up, not pull away, only Red's hand on her hip was holding her down. The wolf feeling the attempted movement but there was no slap of punishment this time only a slow withdrawal of the finger and its re-entry, four times in total.
Red removing her finger and watching the stretched muscles looking for something to grip onto as the slave was left empty, the next penetration with two fingers was met with some resistance, tips grazing the entrance, teasing, rimming light circles, slick with oil, until another whimper broke from Belle then slowly pushing inside. Rewarding her.
"Breathe, relax," Red rubbing soothing circles on the girl's lower back with her free hand to relax the girl and stimulate the erogenous nerves there. "Good girl, you're doing so well. It will only hurt for a little while, soon it's going to feel really good." Belle finding Red to be telling the truth, the two fingers in her ass scissoring slowly, a lassitude spreading from that point and soon encompassing her entire body.
She was limp, boneless and totally pliable as she was stretched open, so aroused it almost hurt but she didn't want Red to stop. Then she did and Belle let out a wanting cry as she was left empty.
"You did well. I have something I want to try," Belle really hoping it was going to involve touching her again because she was super sensitised now, nipples feeling raw against the blanket and the fingers in her ass had been exquisite but it left her wanting, hot, wet and wanting. "Lie still until I call for you."
"Yes, Mistress Red," the obedient reply, it would be hard to do anything but obey, her body attuned to receiving pleasure the way it was and needing more. Belle listening intently but could not match sounds to possible actions.
"Come to me." Belle rising slowly from the bed to approach her mistress, her limbs feeling heavy, body slow but extremely aroused. Red was seated on a double width upholstered chair in the corner of the room, her back pressed against the cloth and -.
"Turn around," Belle turning her back to Red "Hands behind your back. Good girl," Red's voice hypnotic and Belle feeling her wrists being bound (maybe by the same rope Emma had used to display her), just the touch of it against her skin sending her heart racing.
"Come kneel over me," Red's hands on the slave's hips, turning her, steadying her. Belle manoeuvring herself into position over Red's lap, her breathing slow and even, the phallus strapped to Red's hips trapped between them and pressing against Belle's swollen sex, the leather cool and slick with more oil.
"I'm going to fuck you," Red growling as she looked her slave in the eyes and seeing only wanton arousal, the girl's lips were parted, bitten red and her breath was coming in deep pants. Having her slave so close was intoxicating the wolf. "You're going to ride me until you come." A whimper escaping Belle at the thought, both aroused and slightly afraid.
"Kneel up high." Once she was in position Belle feeling Red's fingers on her sex, she was wet and they were teasing her, rubbing and pinching. "You're so wet. Did my fingers in your ass make you wet, slave?"
"Yess," Belle's reply unfocused as Red continued to play with her. A pinch to her inner thigh making Belle cry out sharply. "Yes, Mistress Red!" A growl and Red's fingers resumed their teasing.
"Good girl, now I'm going to fuck you where my fingers have just been," Red reaching out to steady her slave, strong hands coming to rest on her hips, grip firm and fingers biting into the muscle there. "Tell me when you can feel the tip pushing against you," Red guiding Belle until she was in the correct position.
"Slowly now, only until you can feel it."
"I feel it!" Belle gasping, the rounded tip of the leather phallus pressing against her ass.
"Now I want you to lower yourself down until you're full, do you understand?" Belle nodding, her lack of verbosity being excused. "You may speak but you must look at me at all times."
"Yes, Mistress Red." Belle at breaking point, perched on the precipice but forcing herself to maintain eye contact, the control the demand asserted on her burning through her body like a fever.
"Now, slowly. I want to watch you as it fills you," Red's words almost as arousing as the feel of the cool leather pushing her open, muscles stretching around the tip, entering her. Filling her.
"Oh!" Belle whimpering as the first inch pushed inside. The second was harder and the burn greater. "It -, I can't -," a plea that cut itself off the second Red pressed a finger against the slave's clit, Belle's body spasaming and allowing another inch in.
"You can and you are." Red kept manipulating the slave's clit, Belle feeling herself clench around the shaft then release as her body relaxed under Red's ministrations, every time she relaxed a little more of the shaft slipping inside her, pushing her open and less than a minute later the whole shaft was buried inside her, the slave letting out a groan as Red bottomed out, Belle's buttocks pressing against her mistresses thighs.
"Good girl," Red admiring her slave's blown out pupils and flushed skin as they maintained eye contact throughout the full penetration. Belle shocked that it was all inside her now, even breathing reminding her that she was impaled by her mistress, captive to her whim and it was overwhelming, totally, deliciously overwhelming.
Red now holding Belle's body tightly against her own anchoring her so she was unable to move and their breasts were pushing together, the contact a balm for Belle's tight nipples. Arms slipping up her torso to wrap around the girl's back, one hand between her shoulder blades, one on her lower back resuming the massage from earlier, easing the tensed muscles Red found there.
"Relax for me. Know your place, slave. You are mine now," the soft words slowly sinking into Belle's psyche, triggering such a release of pleasure that she went totally limp, head lying over Red's shoulder, turned into the wolf's neck and weight fully supported by her mistress and it felt -. Belle was enraptured, being held, filled, possessed, owned, this was the closest she'd ever felt to Red, physically and mentally.
Belle lying still as Red began to fuck into her, slowly at first until the combination of the oil and the slave's arousal allowed Belle to melt into the fucking. Strong arms lifting Belle up so the phallus could withdraw, cooling slightly then sliding back into her ass, powered by the wolf's will.
The slave's mouth open, breath expelling with every thrust, Red driving into her slave again and again and again. Each thrust now deep and hard, bottoming out with a jolt and filling Belle's ass as she was fucked, the slave's inner muscles welcoming the phallus as it pushed her open time after time.
"Please, yes, please Mistress," and other pleas forming a constant stream, Belle begging to be fucked, harder, faster, deeper, nothing was quite enough. A growl, Red lifting Belle clean off the phallus and spinning her around so she was facing into the room but forcing herself right back into the slave, one hand around the girl's throat steadying her, the other arm sliding under Belle's thighs, locking behind the slave's knees and forcing them up to her chest so only her ass was making contact with Red's own thighs.
Few humans could hold that position but to Red it was effortless and to Belle the added pressure on her throat commoving. Red began where she had left off, the pace frantic, hard and deep. When Belle felt her mistresses thumb strum her clit she came and came hard. Body locking up, eyes screwing shut and inner muscles pulsing around the shaft inside her. As the endorphins hit Belle couldn't hold back a desperate cry, the hand on her throat tightening and prolonging the high.
Before Belle's body had ceased its climax Red launched herself towards the bed, still inside her slave. Belle crying out as she hit the mattress, wrists still bound behind her, legs now under her, knees wide and ass in the air forcing the slave totally open and helpless below her mistress. In this position it was easy to go deeper and Red did, the harness pressing with just the right angle and pressure against the wolf's clit causing her to growl out her satisfaction, anchoring herself to the slave's body by her bound wrists.
Red did not relent at Belle's first orgasm and Belle barely staying conscious as she was fucked right into another, Red's hands reaching under the slave and fingers simultaneously pinching the slave's nipples, the pain feeding into the experience, this orgasm so intense that even before her body had relaxed Belle was passed out with Red still buried deep in her ass.
That's how Belle awoke, finding a blanket had been drawn over them, she was warm and the reason for that being the wolf curled around her body from behind. Shifting to change position Belle stilling, realisation dawning that Red was still buried inside her and she was trapped. With no other choice Belle let herself relax, enjoying the wolf's company while it lasted.
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Eva was just about to climb into bed when there was a soft knocking at her door.
"May I sleep in here tonight, by the fire, Mistress Eva?" Greta asking, eyes down as the faye opened the door.
"Why? It is not proper to wish to sleep in my chambers," the faye warning.
"I know, I understand that but Red's been fucking for hours and I can't sleep. It was the same last night and being so close I can feel -, too much," Greta not expecting to be allowed to stay but she had to ask. "If it's not permitted I will go sleep in with Cook or Lucy. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"I sense your motives are honest. You may stay," Eva opening the door wide enough for Greta to enter.
"Thank you, I'm very sorry for disturbing you at this hour," the wolf noting the faye's sleeping shift.
"I too keep late hours at the moment," Eva's smile small but reassuring to the wolf. "Sleep now but I would suggest you leave before Red awakes, Belle may need your assistance if it has been as prolonged a coupling as you say."
"I will, and I will have breakfast sent for you, Miss Eva," Greta entering the room, keeping her eyes down out of respect for young mistress.
"Thank you, that would be appreciated if you are able. I do not know what errands Red may have for you in the morrow," Eva closing the door and stepping towards the girl.
"Good night, and thank you," Greta nodding before shifting to her wolf form, knowing she would be less susceptible to the faye's appeal this way.
"You truly are an amazing creature," Eva marvelling as the large silver white wolf appeared before her, the shift almost immediate. Greta holding still, the faye approaching with caution. " May I?" Greta dipping her head in permission.
"So soft," Eva marvelling at the silky texture of the wolf's fur, her small hand running through the fur on Greta's neck. "Thank you, oh great one," Eva making true use of Greta's name. "Sleep ye well and may the forest spirits protect you," the faye blessing spoken softly as they parted. A huff as Greta acknowledged the gesture then turning herself on the spot before settling comfortably on the rug to sleep.
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"Emma?" Regina questioning her companion, holding the orb in her hand. The blonde standing by her side dressed in skinny black jeans, a pair of her well-worn boots and a beat up brown leather flying jacket. "Do you have everything you need?" A polite enquiry, Regina eyeing the duffel bag slung over Emma's shoulder. "Yep," the blonde hefting her bag, having filled it with a few items she deemed essential for her continuing health and well-being in the queen's realm.