Emma pushed hard into her G-spot as Regina shook in effort, but finally released the shriek she had been holding back.

"See, was that so hard?" Emma purred, having effectively topped Regina for the past hour. "Why do you resist being on the bottom so much? Don't you enjoy it?"

"Yes...No…! Stop confusing me!" Regina stammered breathlessly, coming down from her high. "I can't think right now."

"I enjoy being on the bottom." Emma tried to reason with her. "I love it when you top me."

"I'm not you." Regina spat, "I'm not an idiot who wears tight pants."

Emma released a round of giggles.

"What's so funny?" Regina hissed, once again struggling against her bonds.

"I saw you." Emma tried to muffle her laughter in Regina's neck for a moment. "I saw you in the past. Your black leather pants were as tight as sin, your majesty."

Regina bared her teeth ferociously. "I was the Evil Queen, dear."

"I have a new game." Emma whispered to her with laughter. "I keep fucking you until you admit you like being topped by me."

"No. That is not the game we will be playing." Regina replied with a dead serious expression.

Emma paused for a moment in confusion at the change of demeanor.

Then Regina grabbed her by the hair and tugged her to her knees. Apparently Regina had finally figured out how to undo her bonds with magic.

"Amateur stuff…." Regina sneered at her. "Bow before your Queen, Emma."

As Regina's chillingly cold magic caressed her naked flesh and forcefully held her knees to the floor, Regina wound her fingers tighter into Emma's golden locks and tipped her neck back even further to the point of pain. "I am the Evil Queen, Emma Swan. I am not to be trifled with."

Regina leaned down over her captured prey, "You are in my kingdom and you will show me proper respect."

Emma stared up at her with widened pupils, clearly more aroused by this act than afraid of it.

Regina left her there, knees glued to the cold floor, unable to move even to scratch an itch.

Regina wandered her parlour to pour herself some apple cider and ponder over what to do with the fairy upstairs and currently tied to her bed. She couldn't be left there forever. Emma was Regina's creature and easy to bring to heel if needed. But Tink was another matter. Regina was Tink's creature. One word from Tink and Regina would be powerless again. Was there a way to sever or reverse the blood bond? And if such a thing was possible, how to avoid Emma doing the same to her?

The easiest thing to do would be to kill them both. The most evil and pragmatic part of her brain whispered to her.

But that didn't sit right with Regina. She wanted revenge. She wanted control. If they were dead, they were beyond her control.

Regina slammed her glass down and marched upstairs to regain her rightful status as the Queen and mistress of the household and the entire damned town.

Tink was right where she left her and Regina smiled cruelly. Unlike herself and Emma, Tink no longer had any magic. She might be the originator of the vampire "virus" or whatever it was, but without that, she was an ordinary human compared to her companions.

Tink merely glared at her as Regina reached inside and ripped out her heart. The heart was a dead, black, twisted thing in her hand, and Regina actually dropped it in surprise. Tink laughed behind her gag, clearly unaffected. In horror, Regina reached inside her own body and pulled out the same black, useless mass of burnt flesh.

"Did you think it would be that easy, Regina?" a stray thought wandered into her head.

Regina jerked in panic. That wasn't her thought. She looked up from her mangled heart to meet Tink's eyes in fear.

"Untie me." Tink's mind commanded her, with the strength of a sledgehammer. Regina' s will buckled under it and she reluctantly freed Tink from the bed.

Tink dusted herself off with slow purpose as Regina waited nearby for the ax to fall.

"If you could speak mind-to-mind all along, why did you wait?" Regina asked.

"I didn't know I could do that." Tink smiled, pleased with herself. "I'm still learning too."

"However, as a vampire, I already knew one thing. Our internal organs matter not. Rip them out, burn them, do whatever you like. The organ will merely regrow. We are invincible beings now."

"Except..." Tink tapped the floor in front of her with her foot, and Regina was forced to kneel before her. "for those who have been bitten. Their only weakness is they are complete slaves to their master. I can even control Emma because she is of my bloodline."

"Then who turned you?" Regina ground out, struggling but failing to move from her kneeling position. "Are you not enslaved as well?"

"Ah, no, for you see, I am an original." Tink petted Regina like a dog. "There are many originals. We are not unusual. But of course there are still far more spawn out there than originals."

"And I won't be telling you how originals are created either." Tink said with a wink. "Release sweet Emma from your magic, Regina, and invite her back upstairs. We have many games to play."

This was just supposed to be a smutty porn story! Where did all of this plot come from?!