#And looks and gazes and stuff

[parttime-creative]

The handmaiden’s beast

WC: 8151

Raiting: explicit

Fandom: Once upon a Time

Pairing: SwanQueen

Emma is the personal handmaiden to a rather frivolous queen. The two women can't take their eyes of each other until one fated night...

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Emma was up, even before the first rays of sunshine crept over the mountain tops and the before the first rooster had greeted the new day. She had already made her bed in her small room, had eaten, washed herself and was now opening the curtains in the big dining room. The castle was still quiet. The majority of its inhabitants were still fast asleep or only now gradually waking. The night guards were slowly replaced by the first day shift. They greeted Emma tiredly, whenever they passed each other on their way to their beds, while she was navigating her way through the tight corridors to the royal chambers.

Emma had always been the first one to get up in the morning and the last one to go to bed in the evening. Being the personal handmaiden to her majesty, the queen herself, it was her duty to tend to the queen’s every need, read her every wish from her lips, so she could fulfil her royal duties as pleasantly as possible. Part of this was not only to prepare a balanced breakfast for the queen, but also the thing she enjoyed to do the least: Emptying the royal bed of any leftover residue from her nightly enjoyments.

Since their shared childhood, Emma had spent every day at the queen’s side. As the daughter of the royal cook she had grown up in the castle, just like the princess. It had only been natural for the two to become friends, after all they had been the only two girls their age in the entire castle. Even though it had mostly been frowned upon, that the princess played with such a “lowly peasant girl”, like the cook’s daughter, their friendship had never wavered. When they grew older however, their respective duties had caught up with them and made them see each other less and less. Until the princess had demanded her best friend to become her personal handmaiden.

At the time the position had been barren. The fact, that Emma did not only know every corner, secret passage and daily routine of the castle by heart, but also deeply knew the princess herself, made her rather eligible for the position, despite being from a lower rank. Emma knew exactly how to handle the princess’ fiery temper, what she enjoyed and what she despised. Finding a new kitchen servant or maid to replace Emma was easy. Far easier than finding a woman the princess would trust as much as she did Emma. So the choice had been a quick and simple one. Only two days after the princess’ request, the former king had announced Emma to be her new handmaiden.

The two girls had been overjoyed at the prospect of once again spending their days together. But soon they, especially Emma, would notice their vision and their reality could not have been further from each other. Over time Emma evolved from the friend at her side into a shadow, quietly and obediently following the princess. The older the princess became, the more and more people filled Emma’s place at her side, while her cortège grew with ladies in waiting, noblemen and -woman, maids, princes, lords and ladies. She found new friends, prober ones for her rank, and Emma turned into just a background character of her life.

By now the princess took her for granted and didn’t even notice the handmaiden in her shadows anymore. She was way to engrossed by the pleasures and pleasantries of the royal court. Who could blame her? Certainly not Emma. She had always been the rational one out of the two of them. Even as a child she had always known that one day they could no longer frolic through the meadows around the castle, no longer ride as fast as the wind together, that they could no longer steal pastries from the kitchen and eat them hidden behind the throne, while a wide grin would decorate their faces. Emma had always known that, and yet it hurt watching her princess unknowingly turning her back on her, forgetting her. It hurt to no longer be noticed by those warm brown eyes, which had lit up every they had seen each other as kids. It hurt to longer be there person who produced those wide smiles on the princess’ face, that made her shine radiantly like the sun and Emma’s heart flutter. It hurt to watch her grow into this glorious woman, she had always seen in her, and not be one of the open admirers, who shamelessly court her every day.

And those were countless. The princess was a mesmerizing beauty. Long flowing hair, dark as raven’s fathers, full pursing lips, big amber eyes, surrounded by long, dark lashes and with a knowing look, that deeply perforated your inner soul. The princess had mastered, these looks to perfection. A face over which the royal painters had fought more than once, who would be allowed to capture her on canvas. But not only the princess’ face was the subject of hymns all over the land. In taverns and around campfires people praised her body, her curves, her delicate neck, her slender fingers, her fertile loins. Emma despised these praises, especially since she had noticed they’d made their way into the castle.

Maybe they had started here to begin with?

Nevertheless, she reprimanded everyone she heard disrespect her queen. Whenever she entered a room of off duty guards or late-night partying maids and chamber men, the conversations immediately quiet down. Emma was like a guard dog, who kept her majesties name clean at all times… or at least so she tried, for their former friendships’ sake. Even though she seemed to be to only one concerned about the matter. The princess seemed to not much care about her reputation, after all it was her rank and ancestry that taught other to respect her in her presence. A sort of respect that the princess would use for her own gain and … desires, on a regular basis.

That’s how her once proper and innocent girl friend had turned into a rather promiscuous woman. There were barely any balls after which Emma would not have to rid the royal bed of any leftover liaison. It did not matter if male or female, nobleman or simple servant girl, royal knight or lady in waiting, stable boy or marquise. The princess invited everyone who caught her eye and did not resist her incredible charm. Rumour had it, people from far away lands attended the royal balls only for a chance to spend a night with the princess.

Even after her coronation, following the king’s death, did neither her desire nor her habits change. Only her taste had become more refined, more selective. More and more Emma found familiar faces in the queen’s bed. A steady circle of returning lovers had build itself around her majesty, which could not be more different in personalities, looks and ranks. Only every now and then, came the occasional fling after a ball or other political event.

But one thing did all of them have in common: Every morning they were awakened by Emma and quietly guided out of the royal chambers. Without waking the queen, herself - just as she did now.

Carefully she touched the shoulder of the young nobleman, who was topless and peacefully sleeping, one arm around the queen’s waist.

“Milord, my deepest apologies, but I must ask you to wake” she whispered with a calm but serious tone. Despite her expectations, he actually woke up. However, when he recognized Emma’s face he groaned and waved his hand dismissively as if to shoo away an annoying fly.

“Leave, woman. How dare you wake me? Don’t you see, who my companion is?”

His tone was arrogant. Emma rolled her eyes. She despised people like him. Why did the queen have to choose this one? He considered himself chosen, just because he had spent the night in the royal bed. He felt himself special because he had been allowed to maltreat her majesty’s loins with his pathetic cock. Emma supressed a snort. Judging from last night’s noises, which were barely any, she would not see him again anytime soon. Her queen had become selective. Who could not sate her, would turn boring and lose the queen’s interest and her favour. And this boy, who was still green behind his ears, could not possibly have the experience to fulfil her queen’s expectations.

You’re dealing with the regency of a giant land, a queen who’s power you couldn’t possibly comprehend. Do you REALLY think she will even spend another thought about your measly peen, your ridiculous cock, even once, after this night? All those cheep whores, that voluntarily sprawl themselves in front of your jingling coins, like cats in heat, those whores could not possibly compare to MY queen! Leave your high horse, boy. When she wakes, she won’t even remember you!

Emma would have loved to shower the boy with all the names of maids, servants, stable boys, guards and other noble folk that had brought the queen far more noisy nights of pleasure in comparison to him. In fact, she hadn’t heard her queen at all, and she always heard her queen. There had been nights in which not only the queen but also Emma in her neighbouring chamber could not find any sleep. Nights of which this jerk could only dream of.

But Emma knew better than to say that, she knew how to restrain herself. She had collected enough slaps across the face from wounded egos over the years, to learn when to hold her tongue. Instead she once again carefully should the boy’s shoulder.

“Milord, I must ask you to rise, please. Her majesty has already ordered for you to be served breakfast by dawn and look, the sun is already rising.”

Somehow Emma had actually managed to let her voice sound collected and patient.

“Are you deaf, bitch?!” the boy growled and Emma just sighed.

“In fact I am not, Milord, yet I need to ask you to leave the royal bed. Her majesty does not enjoy waking along side her company. Please, this is for your own good, Sire.”

That wasn’t even a lie. The queen was not gracious towards things and people that disappointed her. Emma, herself, had made this experience first-hand. But it was especially bad in the mornings, after a night not spend alone, as well as for people who had not been able to satisfy her. Whenever she saw them again a look of pure disgust would enter her perfect face and it would turn into a bad day for Emma.

This finally seemed to reach the boy and his sleep ridden face turned thoughtful. Judging from his wary look towards the sleeping queen, he must have heard from her fiery temper and little patience. As alluring as those traits might have been the night before, they also created the sort of respect in her subjects, which he did not seem to be wanting to test.

Eventually he showed himself compliant and only glanced at her disgruntled, which Emma skilfully ignored. She handed him his clothes, which he begrudgingly took. While he clothed himself with a face of pure disproval, Emma just watched him silently, almost bored. She didn’t even think about offering her help. She was not his chambermaid. She had no obligation towards her queen’s lovers and after his behaviour she wouldn’t lift one finger. She didn’t mind whether or not he understood, that she didn’t like seeing him here. At least she felt gratification to see that her guess seemed to be true. This night would just be one of many for her queen.

When he finally had put on his dishevelled clothes, Emma lead him towards the small dining room.

“Eat, Milord. Your carriage will be waiting for you in the courtyard.”

She gave him an unimpressed look. He however stared at her darkly as he sat down at the sparkly decked table.

“No goodbye? I’ll remember this”, he snarled arrogantly. Emma snorted.

“Oh, there is no need, Sire. You won’t return anytime soon.”

He jumped up, obviously agitated.

“HOW DARE YOU! You little- “, but Emma didn’t even let him finish. Instead she pushed him back down into his seat.

“Do you really think, her majesty would invite you back after such a silent night, Milord?” she whispered into his ear. Her tone almost sweet, her voice dripping with pleasure she got from putting his arrogant behind in his place.

“Her majesty pleasures herself fare more successfully than you ever could, Sire. For your own fragile ego’s sake, don’t try to come back. It will just hurt the pathetic reputation you have with those whores you so obviously don’t even satisfy. Poor women. I do hope you at least compensate them accordingly for their… expenses.”

With that she turned on her heels and left the boy speechlessly behind. A soft chuckle escaped her that day, every time she remembered the boys shocked face as his gigantic ego crumbled beneath her words. What a pleasure this had been.

Day by day went by like this. It always would be the same. Emma woke up, drove away the queen’s nightly guests and followed her daily duties, to fulfil her majesties every wish. Emma was used to her life in the shadows. She was a handmaiden. Her place was behind her queen.

Unseen.

Unheard.

Unnoticed.

And yet, she wasn’t…

°~*~°

One hundred and ninety-five.

One hundred and ninety-six.

One hundred and ninety-seven.

One hundred and ninety-eight.

One hundred and ninety-nine.

Two hundred.

Emma put away the hairbrush and let her hand gently run over the ocean of soft, raven black hair in front of her. She smoothed down any last wild hairs and then took a few strands between her finger. With skilled hands she created the intricate up-do her queen had requested.

Dark eyes, sparkling with an inner fire, watched her attentively through the mirror in front of them. Emma was used to it. Whenever it was just the two of them those amber eyes followed her every move. When she clothed her, when she made her hair, when she washed her, the queen never took her eyes of Emma.

“I wonder... Those hands could do all sorts of things just wonderfully, wouldn't they?”

The queen’s dark voice echoed in Emma’s ears. Sensual like the crackling of a fire in the cold winter, rough like the growl of a wild beast and yet velvety like the purring of a cat. Emma knew this tone. She hated it and yet it sent shivers down her spine. It was the exact tone her majesty used whenever someone hat caught her attention. Emma was used to this as well. Her queen enjoyed teasing her, coming onto her and Emma let her. Who was she to refuse her queen? But she never took it seriously. She never responded to it. She had fished too many nightly companions out of the queen’s bed over the years. She would never think anything of it. Emma was nothing special. Still she quirked one eyebrow and looked up from her work. Her eyes met the queen’s in the mirror, where she watched Emma with hooded eyes and a sinful smile playing with her lips. Emma supressed the urge to roll her eyes and stirred her attention back to the queen’s hair.

“Of course, your majesty. For example, they’re perfectly suited to shoo you towards the breakfast they prepared for you. Furthermore, I shall remind you, you’re having an important audience with your ministers today” she said casually and pinned the last strand of hair in its place. The queen sighed theatrically.

“Oh Emma, you’re always so utterly uptight! There is no joy in teasing you.” The queen pouted in a way Emma would almost call cute, adorable even. But only almost. She knew better, she knew this face. It was another one of the queen’s tools. She just quietly put away the hair utensils, while the queen stood up as lithe as a cat and closed the distance between them. Emma could feel her breath caress her neck, felt how goose bumps run down her arms. The queen affected her. Of course. How could she not? Yet Emma showed no reaction. Even when the queen’s slender hand wrapped around her waist and spun her around. Just about the span of a hand could fit between their faces. The queen tightened her grip around Emma’s waist. Still the handmaiden didn’t show any kind of reaction. She had seen this game countless times before, watched from the shadows as her queen played it. She had even been the subject of it a few times before. There was nothing left, that could surprise Emma anymore.

Not even when the queen’s hand slid up her side, resting on her cheek. Soft palms on her hot skin and a thumb that alluringly stroke over her lips. She could smell her breath on her face, and of course Emma noticed the queen moisten her lips. How her eyes looked at her in this certain kind of way. The look of a wild cat. The eyes of a predator ready to jump on his prey. A bright fire burned inside her eyes, a flame of desire and lust and hunger. This as well, Emma had seen countless times before. However, something seemed to make the royal mask slip. There was something tearing at her façade. The queen looked like she got devoured by her desire. This night must really not have sated her.

Emma felt her heartbeat quicken. The excitement beating in her chest, the lusting ache in her stomach. But the handmaiden knew this procedure, she knew her queen, her game, her effect. The spell she kept on her partners. Emma could not hold it against anyone to give into her. It was too easy, to tempting. But not Emma.

Emma was her handmaiden.

Emma did not react to her in any way.

Not even when her grip around Emma tightened once more. Not when she pulled even closer, pressed her voluptuous body against Emma’s. Not when her hot breath tickled Emma’s skin. The queen’s fingers wandered from her cheek to her neck, lifting her head so Emma had no choice but to look into her eyes. The look she met there was enticing. Mesmerising. Demanding. Dominant.

Okay, the queen knew exactly what strings to pull, what made her objects of desire crumble beneath her fingers. She knew what she was doing. But Emma did not give in. Emma knew all that. She had watched it countless times. It was like a mantra for her.

When the queen carefully stroke her cheek, putting one of her lose strands behind her ear, Emma just quirked an eyebrow.

“Breakfast?” she simply said and the queen groaned in frustration. She abruptly let go of Emma and threw her hand in the air.

“What must I do, for you to lose this unwavering composure?!” she asked, her eyes piercing her questionably. Not much more… Eventually she sighed deeply and shrugged.

“Breakfast it is…”, she finally gave in and pranced with swinging hips from her chambers to the dining room.

°~*~°

The queen slammed her door in frustration.

“I hate these old bucks and their dusty believes! Boring, shrivelled potatoes, all of them!” she huffed and Emma just chuckled, while checking the bath’s water temperature with her hand. She didn’t say anything while her queen let out her displeasure about her ministers, she just listened. Emma knew she hated these weekly meetings. The ministers had quite conservative and – according to the queen – outdated values. She despised that they constantly argued against her rather open believes and lifestyle. But what should the queen do? They were rightfully part of the regency. They took some of the load of ruling a whole country off of her shoulders. To do that and still act in her accord, they needed these meetings. The queen knew that, so she wilfully powered through them every time. Only in Emma’s presence she allowed herself to show her true distaste towards them. Emma however was clever enough to keep that to herself. Her loyalty laid fully with her queen and she would never even dare to think about going on behind her back.

Eventually the handmaiden found the water to be suitable for her queen. She finished off her preparations with a few drops of scented oil, before getting up to help the queen undress, who gladly turned her back towards Emma. The queen seemed to have calmed down and Emma knew she was looking forward to her bath. Her queen always wished to bathe after an audience with ‘the old bucks’. Once she had called it ‘washing off their dust’ and Emma found it a rather fitting description.

The queen took her long raven hair over her shoulder and watched Emma out of the corner of her eye, while she unfastened her laces with dexterous hands. Carefully she parted her back laces and the queen let out a deep sigh when she finally could breathe freely again. A soft smile played with Emma’s lips. She knew how much her queen did not like these tight, formfitting dresses. If she could, she would wear lose shirts and her riding trousers all day, but that was not proper for a woman of her rank, yet alone a queen. A queen had to be dressed accordingly. So, the curvy queen forced herself every morning into the countless laces and corsets, which Emma now peeled off of her beautiful body piece by piece.

Eventually the last piece of clothing found its place on the floor and the queen remained only in her thin underdress in front of Emma. Once again, she sighed in relief and stretched her neck. Emma could not stop her eyes from roaming over the queen. The thin dress’ thin fabric did not leave much room for imagination. It was stretched over her voluptuous hips, accentuated her full breasts and Emma quickly averted her eyes when she caught the glimpse of erected nipples, poking through the cloth, as her queen turned around. A smile played with her lips. It wasn’t a smile like before, not relieved… but promising.

Emma could not stop herself from gulping audibly. The queen must have felt her staring. But despite the rising panic in her chest, she managed to control her face. Even as elegant fingers, took the hem of the ridiculously revealing underdress and slowly pulled it over the queen’s head. Her dark eyes drilled into Emma’s, searching for any hint of a reaction in her face. But Emma knew to control herself. She knew, if she turned away it would be an insult to her queen, but if she would let her eyes wander… she would regret it. She would be testing her limits as a handmaiden or maybe even cross them. So, she just held the intense eye contact with the queen. Emma felt a hot shiver running down her spine, when the undress floated to the ground next to her. She bit down hard on her inner cheek until she could taste metallic blood.

No! No matter how much the queen teased her, she would not give in. She would not give her the satisfaction of blushing. Wasn’t this what the queen tried to achieve? She wanted to rob Emma of her self-control. She wanted her to become just another one of her toys, another entry in the guestlist of her bed. Oh, how often has she already tried. Oh, how often had she almost succeeded. The queen had the same effect on Emma as she had on everyone else as well. Of course, she did. How could anyone resist this goddess of a woman? How often had she almost caressed the queen’s velvet skin when she had helped her dress and undress? How often had she fought the urge to burry her hands deep into the queen’s raven mane? How often had the queen’s looks struck her like lightning, hitting her right in her core? How often had her natural scent intoxicated Emma’s senses. How often had Emma spent the night awake, because the sounds coming form the royal chambers had clouded her mind, ruined her thoughts and robbed her of her sleep?

It was not fair.

A forbidden fruit, so close, so within reach. Giving in meant perish and yet infinite desire.

NO! Emma would not give in. She would not give into her. The queen already ruled her life, owned her body, commanded her dreams. She would not get the last thing Emma had left. She would not get the control over the situation. She would not get her stubbornness, she would not steel her restraint form her and Emma would sure as hell not give into her.

She swallowed audibly, her grip around the queen’s clothes tightened. A knowing smile formed on the queen’s lips. She stepped closer to her maiden. Emma cursed silently. Something must have given her away. Cursed heavens! No! The hunger in the queen’s eyes grew steadily. She slowly bent down to Emma, who could feel her breath on her skin, hot and wet. Another shiver run down the maidens whole body and she barely willed her knees to not give in, as the queen whispered honeyed words into her ear.

“Wash my back.”

It was a command. Royal and dominant, yet oh so sweet, delicious even. All Emma could do was nod, before she hurried to put the queen’s clothes aside to get her soaps and towels. In the meantime, the queen slit into the warm water, like a swan landing on a fairy pond. The light from the stained-glass window was caught in the bath’s steam, reflected by thousand tiny water drops. It painted her a goddess, illuminating her with an unearthly glow, a halo of mystery. Her back turned towards Emma, she stood there like an angel cast into marble, waiting. The Water playing around her knees. Her gaze said exactly what she was waiting for: Emma.

Over her shoulder her amber eyes watched the maiden intently. Burning fires blazing through Emma’s soul, who just stood there, staring.

Yes. She was staring.

How often have you seen her? How often has she tried to get to you? Damn it! Stay put or do you want to be just another mark in her bed post? Ignore her! Ignore IT! Be her maid! JUST her maid and nothing more! And now wash her back!

That damn delicate back, with its intricate line above her spine, her filigree shoulder blades and the lean muscles moving underneath velvet skin … NO! STOP IT!

With that Emma had regained her composure and cleared her throat. The look, that moments before had almost been yearning, now turned into a mask of perfect self-control. Just her wildly beating heart remembered the daydreams, which had just invaded the maidens mind moments before. She rolled up her sleeves and kneeled beside the pool. She perfectly ignored the amused chuckle of the queen and instead moistened her hands, while the queen settled down in front of her. Carefully and dutifully she washed her delicate back with gentle hands.

Emma applied scented soaps, massaged the day’s tension out of her muscles and allowed herself only for a moment to indulge in the imagination, how the rest of her queen’s body would feel beneath her fingers. The moment lasted for too long. A sigh of pleasure tore her out of her daydream and sent hot shivers right into her core. She swallowed hard as she noticed the queen’s face. She had put her head back. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly agape. It was a sight of pure and utter relaxation. Emma felt the queen’s muscles loosen up beneath her fingers. She felt how she leaned back and put more weight against Emma’s hands. She felt her queen’s body come closer and closer. If she pulled away now, the queen would fall directly into her arms. For just a moment Emma imagined how she would hold her then, wrap her hands around her. How they could easily travel down her body. She imagined how her hair would feel against her cheek, how her scent would fill her nose. She imagined who the queen would melt into her, give into her. Emma licked her lips and nervously shifted her weight on her knees. An unwanted heat coloured her cheeks and shot right between her legs.

When her attention shifted back to her queen, she actually found her laying in her arms. Dark eyes and full, tempting lips watched her. A seductive smile clouded Emma’s mind. Without thinking she leaned forward, taking in the queen’s wonderful scent and she could not suppress a small sigh. Hastily she shook her head and straightened her back. Emma pulled her hands back, let go of the enticing royal body and put them in her lap.

“Is there anything else you wish for, your majesty?” she mumbled in a hurry and folded the towels for the queen. Just so her hands had something to do. Her mind desperately needed a distraction or she would go insane right then and there. The queen still watched her with these endless, dark eyes. Her voice was low. Raspy. Challenging.

“I wish for you to join me, Em-mah” she stretched the syllables of her name and another wave of heat soared through the maiden.

“In the water. Bathe with me. Now…”

Her voice was but a whisper and yet Emma could hear nothing but these words. They were echoing in her head and her throat dried out. Her knees weakened and her blood was rushing in her ears. The must have been able to hear her heartbeat, it was racing so fast that Emma could barely concentrate on anything else. She swallowed hard and tried to moisten her lips once more. For a horrible and most delicious second that felt like an eternity Emma let her mind indulge in the thought of following the request, to accept. She knew exactly where this would lead. She wanted it to go that way, to go down that path. Her body, her mind wanted it, craved it, desperately, but not her pride, her stubbornness. Emma’s pride refused to give in. Her pride did not want to be owned by the queen, her queen. It did not want to obey her. The queen already had the power over her life, it did not want to buckle down any further. So instead Emma cleared her throat and deliberately shook her head.

“My deepest apologies, your majesty, but it would not be proper for me to join you. As much as I wish to follow your requests, I also do not have the time to spare for such a bath” she argued with an apologetic tone.

“Great heavens, you always have an excuse, don’t you?!” the queen huffed. “The kitchen maid did not find it improper!” she mumbled and let herself slide deeper into the water.

“Very well then” she finally sighed. “Then, please, prepare me new clothes and come back in half an hour” she demanded and dismissed her with the wave of her hand.

“Yes, your majesty” Emma nodded and disappeared from the bathroom. Only when its door closed shut behind her, a low moan escaped her lips, which had build itself deep inside her throat in the last few minutes. For a moment she allowed her self to lean against the door, pausing. Resting and collecting herself.

Oh, this life was so unfair.

A forbidden fruit, that called for her, engulfed her with its scent, seduced her with its looks. So close, within reach and yet she would never be able to taste it.

Oh sweet, sweet torture…

°~*~°

It must have been just after midnight when a cry tore Emma from her slumber. Within moments she was fully awake. She only needed a few seconds to know exactly where the noise had come from: the royal chambers. Immediately she relaxed. It was not the first time she had heard such sounds coming from the queen’s room. It must mean she was enjoying a rather pleasurable night tonight. Perhaps it was one of her usual bed companions, who knew hot to satisfy her needs. Emma sat back down on the edge of her own bed and was about to go back to sleep, when another cry made her flinch. Now she knew why it had woken her up. The noise, that came from the royal chamber, was filled with desire and lust and hunger, as expected, but the words the queen was calling made Emma’s blood freeze in her veins.

“Eeeemmaaaahhhh……”

The young maiden hesitated. Should she risk it? She really did not want to see her queen in the middle of being pleasured by a courtier. She did not want to witness the dirty hands of the kitchen maid on her queen, nor the pathetic peen of a knight ruining her loins. She did not want to her picture of her queen be ruined. She wanted to keep the purity of their childhood. Back then she had been the most important person in the princess’ life. She had been the only one who had been allowed to share her bed back then, when they still had been friends. Back then when ‘her’ queen hadn’t been called the greatest whore of all the lands, even though no one would dare say that to her face nowadays either.

Yet, the thought of her fiery and stubborn queen turning into a slave of her own desire, being subdued by her lust, it excited Emma more than she dared to admit. Her head painted a masterpiece of her queen’s sinful curves squirming, her mouth screaming of pleasure, pleading for relief and yet begging for more. Emma licked her lips in the pointless try to moisten her dry mouth and shifted fidgety on the edge of her bed. Maybe she should take a look, just to be sure everything was alright. After all the queen had called specifically for her. It had been her name and only hers. What if her queen needed her? What if something had happened? What if she had misjudged the one of her voice and she actually needed real help?

Emma could not take that risk! After all it had been unmistakably been her name! Therefore, the queen had – sort of… well… requested her coming, didn’t she? And after all it was Emma’s explicit duty to assist the queen whenever needed.

Before her head could keep mulling over every possible what-if-scenario, she got up. With bare feet she scurried through the small door, that connected her chamber to the queen’s bedroom. Once her eyes had adapted to the darkness and she realised what actually was going on in the moonlit room, Emma’s breath hitched and she froze.

She gasped for air and her eyes grew wide. Her stomach turned itself into an almost painfully heated knot. Again, the drawn-out moan of her name filled the air and deafened her senses. What she saw in front of her engulfed her mind.

The door, through which she had entered, was opposite of the queen’s gigantic double bed, therefore Emma now stood there with the perfect view of the mattress. Only a room’s length separated her from the incredible show she received.

Against all expectations: The queen as alone.

It was only her sprawled on the bed and yet she was squirming and squealing in ecstasy. Pillows and blankets were scattered all over the bed and surrounding floor. A rather obvious proof of the queen’s eagerness. The queen presented herself in all her nude glory. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her hair a raven sea around her face, her mouth open in another silent scream. Once hand held her right breast, while the other had already disappeared deep between her legs. Emma’s heartbeat was racing, her breathing quickened and her knees weakened. She had to rest with one hand against the cool wall for her legs to not give away under her, when her name rolled over the queen’s lips in another breathless moan.

The queen’s voice vibrated through all of Emma’s body, made her shiver, her body tremor her mind went crazy and her senses were muted and hyperactive at the same time. Every fiber of her being concentrated itself only on the queen and drowned out everything around her. Emma gasped while the queen rolled in her sheets, obviously enjoying the pleasure she was granting herself to the fullest, all while her pursing lips kept on moaning, gasping and croaking Emma’s name in this unbelievable dark, alluring voice.

Emma’s body moved on its own accord, without her really thinking, closer towards the royal bet. When her knees hit the bedframe, the queen’s voice peaked in another excited moan and Emma realised something terrible:

The queen’s eyes were open.

She had seen her.

No.

She had not only seen her.

The queen was watching her.

Emma came the suspicion, that her majesty had done so from the moment she had entered the room and it hadn’t bothered the queen in the slightest. No. She had just continued. No, not just continued, Emma was sure, she had peaked because of it. She swallowed hard and felt her cheeks heating up and yet… she could not take her eyes of the intense look the queen was giving her.

“Well… Em-mah…” the queen whispered. She tasted every syllable of Emma’s name to its fullest, as if it was some kind of delicacy.

“Are you enjoying the show, darling?” she continued sensually.

Once again Emma’s cheeks burned. In fact they felt like there were about to melt of her face, but she still was unable to avert her eyes.

Damned heavens. How often have you already seen her body? You regularly help her undress! You bathe her! It never – bothered her before? No. That was not true. It had always bothered her, always affected her, but Emma had always ignored the desire welling up inside of her. She had swallowed her lust, hidden it, bottled it up. She had never wanted it. She had never wanted it to be true.

But now…

It was overpowering. It swallowed her whole. Desire tore at her like a hungry beast. Voraciously she watched the queen slowly pulling her hand up from in between her legs, spreading them ever so slightly further apart and licking her glistening fingers.

Emma moistened her lips. Her core tightened into a knot of pure utter desire. Her muscles tensed. The urge to grab the queen’s hand, closing her lips around those slender fingers, tasting this divine ambrosia, it was enormous. However, she continued to just stand there, still, motionless. Her body was cast in marble, yet her eyes devoured her queen with a look of fiery desire.

“You aren’t usually this shy…” the queen teased with an alluring smile. She slowly sat up, elegantly like a cat. She rolled over, turning so she could eventually kneel before Emma, her back straight, their eyes on the same level, her legs parted and Emma’s nostrils were filled with the heavy scent of sex. It made her knees buckle and her core yearn. The beautiful face of her queen was still adorned by one of her mesmerizing smiles. Now Emma also saw the desire in her eyes, so great it might have rivalled her won beast. Time slowed as the queen leaned forward. Her hand travelled to Emma’s cheek. Almost lovingly she slid a lost stand of hair behind her handmaiden’s ear.

“You are always so calm, so collected… Even now…” she whispered seductively. Once again Emma had to swallow hard, cleared her throat. Her eyes were glued tot the bare curved of her queen. Her velvet skin, within arms-reach, her full breasts, curious almost sassily erected. They softly followed every movement of her queen’s body, as she leaned in and Emma could feel her hot breath on her neck. Her whole body shook as her queen whispered two little words into her ear. Two tiny words, which opened the gates to Emma’s personal heavenly hell, her devilish paradise, her ruin and her new beginning.

“Let go…”

Emma felt her hand on her cheek, how her slender fingers traced her jawline, her breath on Emma's lips and her other hand suddenly on her waist. She felt how the queen slowly pulled her in and her scent… Heavens this scent, a divine fruit she was forbidden to taste.

"Just once… Let it happen, Emma." the queen's lewd voice was hypnotising.

"I can see your desire, dear, your looks. I've always seen your looks" she murmured. Her hand danced over Emma's side, eventually resting on her hip. Oh how Emma wished the fabric of her thin nightgown would not omit the skin contact. How she longed to feel the queen's handa in her body and yet she didn't dare to move.

"I see your looks" she continued "How they follow me, devour me. I can feel your eyes never leaving me. I can feel you always at my side. My shadow…"

Again the queen's delicate hand began to caressingly travel over Emma's waist. She felt her second hand on her neck and goose bumps run down her body, when the erected buds of the queen stroke past her own. Emma gasped and those royal lips chuckled.

"I hate every second you're not with me. I despise being without you. My body yearns for you. My mind aches for you. I've looked everywhere and have never found anyone who could satisfy my desire for you. All these men, all these women… No one. No one is you, Emma. No one is my Emma. I want you" her voice quivered. "I need you, Emma."

Emma took another sharp breath while her own lust burned deep inside of her, clouding her senses. The beast in her chest growled, eager to sate its hunger, follow its instinct, its desire. But it was her rationality, her pride, which got the better of it.

"Your majesty, you shouldn't…" she took another shaky breath to steady her voice.

“We have been forbidden to… it is not proper for your rank, you-“

But the queen shut her up with a dangerous huff.

“Stop it, Emma! I said I want you! Not any chambermaid, not just any woman. YOU are so much more. And I know you want me too. You’ve always wanted me…”

“Your majesty, I-“

“I said, don’t call me that!”

“My queen-“

“EMMA!”

“REGINA!”

Emma’s voice was loud and harsh, sounding almost annoyed and yet the queen hummed in satisfaction. For a moment her eyes fluttered shut, as if she was relishing in the sound of her own name. Emma’s tongue savoured the word in her mouth as well.

“Re-gi-na.”

She tasted every syllable. How long had she not said this name? How she had missed its sound, the feeling of her tongue forming the word. Another shiver ran down her spine and her core ached. This time however, Emma did not try to hide it and the queen’s eyes sparkled as she noticed.

“No one says it the way you do…” whispered the queen, her queen – no, whispered Regina. Emma could clearly hear the pleasure in her voice, in the raspy tone. The desire was unmistakably.

“Say it again.”

“Regina.”

This time both of them gasped in unison and the beast in Emma howled. It growled and strained against its chains. It wanted more, more of this sound, more of this voice, more of its queen, her queen, her Regina.

Everything moved in slow motion while Emma raised her hands. She hesitated before she placed them on Regina’s hips, who immediately leaned into the touch and sighed deeply. Emma’s beast feasted on the feeling of Regina’s skin beneath her fingers and demanded more.

“No one feels the way you do…” Regina whispered and smiled softly.

“Regina, I…” Emma tried, but an elegant finger shut her up as it found its place on her lips.

“Shh, shh, shhh… don’t say anything.” Regina’s eyes held Emma’s.

“Kiss me” she said instead, now placing both hands in Emma’s neck.”

“Kiss me already, I need to taste your lips.”

For a long, long moment Emma did nothing. Just stood there frozen with the possibilities that opened themselves before her. Then her beast finally won. Its chains burst, her walls crumbled and her world was swallowed by the taste of Regina’s lips on her own. She tasted of apples and cinnamon, of wine and salt and of Regina. Emma drowned in the taste of her divine ambrosia on Regina’s lips. She heard her queen sigh in utter pleasure while she returned Emma’s eagerness.

The kiss wasn’t soft, nor sweet. It was rough and hard, full of lust and need and hunger and it lasted forever. A product of pure and utter desire. Desire which had been hidden, suppressed for too long. A forbidden attraction which made it all the more enticing. A connection which was not comparable to anything else. It was the moment in which Emma’s beast met Regina’s. The dangerous dance of two vile creatures. They circled each other again and again, clashing into each other before going back to drawing their circles, continuing their dance.

Emma had lost all sense of time. She did not know when or how it happened when found herself hovering over her queen – Regina.

She looked down at her, holding her arms captive above her head. She devoured every inch of the view below her. Her look was returned by hungry, amber eyes. Eyes which embodied desire that had been bottled up and was finally able to overflow.

“What are you waiting for?” Regina coaxed. Emma’s eyes snapped back to her face. She hummed as she saw the lust and arousal in them, which this submissive position filled her with. Her beast growled with anticipation and Emma’s face lit up with a dark smile.

“Don’t be so impatient” she teased.

In this moment both of them knew something had shifted. There had been a power vacuum which now had been filled, an imbalance which now as no more. The scale had tipped and Emma was in charge. The tables had turned. The air was crackling of both women’s excitement.

“I want to feel your skin” Regina practically begged as she arched her back towards Emma, who also felt the urge to feel Regina’s breasts on her own. She settled down, straddling Regina’s lap as she tore her nightgown over hear head. Only seconds later two bodies pressed against each other and lips met once again in a fiery kiss, while their beasts continued their dance. The remaining pillows fell to the ground when Emma reclaimed her position. She pinned Regina’s arms above her head, held her hips pressed to the mattress and pressed lips greedily onto Regina’s full breasts. She gently sucked at the velvet skin, kissed her erected nipples and finally followed the urge that had torn at her before. She relished in every centimetre of Regina’s body she got to explore. She bathed in the sounds her lips lured out of Regina. It was divine music in her ears, better than she could have ever imagined.

Again and again she heard her name be moaned and cried, it dulled her mind and fed her beast.

She wanted more.

More of this music.

More of this taste.

More of this drug that was Regina.

Torturing slow her tongue travelled lower and Regina’s body trembled below her. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her eyes closed from pleasured trance she was in. She cried out for Emma, begged for relief and yet demanded more. Emma was long gone. Her very soul possessed by her, her queen, her Regina.

Never could she have imagined how it felled to be possessed, how it felt to possess. But yes, she did not only belong to her queen, no, Regina belonged to her and her alone. They were no longer maid and mistress, they were not even just friends anymore. They were so much more. Prey and predator. Desire and lust.

Emma was no longer owned by the queen but her beast, her lust, her urge and her hunger.

The hunger she could now finally sate.

After all this time she could finally feed. Feed on the ecstasy, the arousal, the pleasure of Regina who completely gave into it. She owned Regina. Her beast owned Regina. She was no longer lurking alone in the shadows.

Unseen.

Unheard.

Unnoticed.

She had pulled her prey along and was about to devour it.

Finally she dove into the core of her prey and ate…

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[kiisaes]

hero triangle!!! 🎵🌹

a collab i did with the magnificent @zipsunz — i did the line art for the main hero and he did the colors + bg + chibi hero :D

[rickety-goose]

finally met (one of) the man that's been making my mutuals go wild

[booasaur]

Yellowjackets - 2x01

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

bc its hot out im thinking about Laughingstock (two fluffy boys) being too warm to sleep in the same bed. so they start arguing over who gets the bed - trying to give it to each other of course - and Howdy. Howdy starts making a sales pitch about how great the bed is, wouldnt Barnaby like to try it? its right up his alley! perfectly suited to him! so Barns is like "oh hm well sure ill give it a go". he lays down. blinks. "heyyyyy wait a minute" but Howdy is already camped on the living room couch, smug as a bug

[stardustinthesky]

She loves you, you know. I saw it in her face at dinner, every time she looked at you.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

i don't usually say i'm embarrassed by my generation (i don't like to generalise) but the stories and videos coming out recently of how young people are acting at concerts is fucking shameful. throwing stuff at the musicians, holding up phones with fucking south park episodes or whatever, yelling stupid meme phrases whenever there's a quiet moment. oh my god, these people are baring their SOULS to you and you're exploiting it for a fucking tiktok. it makes me so angry. how DARE you

[ythmir-writes]

Working with Zayne 2/? (ultra settings)

[emblazons]

BYLER x BODY LANGUAGE

FAMILIARITY: aka shared looks, held glances, and the way Will touches Mike's arm to get his attention and project a feeling of safety....only for Mike to do the exact same thing to get Will to follow him

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Thoughts on baby sasunaru, like academy days where Sasuke realizes ‘shoot, I like this idiot’ after Naruto is carried into the class room laughing by disheveled ANBU who had to chase him around the town for 3 hours.

Anon I've been thinking abt this all day

[tophsazulas]

1x01 || 1x10

[itstimeforstarwars]

When you work on the floor in retail you catch a lot of flak for not looking customers in the eye from both customers and management but now I work in a non-customer area which means that I have not looked anyone in the face in almost two years now it’s great.

[gojoest]

a wrinkle here and there would look so good on satoru’s face i cannot begin to explain

[ronkeyroo]

I would like soft Ardyn. Like completely breaks character. Just to show he is human.

yes yes YES Anon THANK YOU for requesting this. Soft Ardyn is my favorite Ardyn as MUCH as I love his deliciously wicked, bastard self. I melt into a silly little puddle every time I read fics or see art where he is depicted as gentle and loving...Still retaining the humanity and tenderness he kept in his heart.

📝 Its unfinished, but I wanted to share this sketch for you anyway, Anon ♥

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Csptaineer art request 5. admiring them from afar

dear anon, I know you asked for art but I had intended these as writing prompts! however!! I may doodle something for this later anyway, because it's cute :3

and still, never do we tire of watching stars glow

head engineer mark x reader (the captain) | words: 877

For as long as you'd known him, he'd always had a certain look of awe about him when it came to space:

When you were kids, huddled up in blankets watching a documentary about The Solar System while you shared a bowl of cookies.

And as teens, laying side by side in the dry summer grass, gazing up at the stars dotting the sky, laughing and pointing out constellations and making up stories about what it would be like when you got to be among them. 

And as cadets, the first time you voyaged beyond Earth's atmosphere.

Now the Captain of a ship he'd built from the ground up, it took you by surprise when you looked up from your data tablet one day to see him gazing at you with that same look of wistfulness and wonder.

His expression lasted for the briefest moment before he registered that you'd seen him, eyes widening and cheeks flushing almost imperceptibly from this distance. He immediately averted his gaze to anywhere but yours, busying himself with whatever he could.

You let out an amused huff, an incredulous yet flattered smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

It was far from the first time you'd caught someone giving you a starstruck or near-mesmerised look, especially within your own crew. But for him to be the one staring like that? The same admiration and fascination that you'd seen in his eyes when he beheld an eclipse, or a meteor shower, or your new home planet, directed at you…? 

You couldn't deny the small flutter in your stomach, or your heartbeat slightly quickening its pace.

You brushed off the thought and continued working, but from then on you couldn't help but keep noticing the awe and longing when he looked at you, whether it be from across a room or in conversation. It made you wonder if this was a recent phenomenon, or if you had simply been blind to it for a long time.

It was one of those moments of catching his warm, starlit gaze in which you were caught off-guard once again.

You met his eyes with the same intensity once you realised he was watching you, raising your eyebrows slightly to get his attention. He looked embarrassed and a little taken aback, as he always did in such scenarios, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he decided whether or not to abandon ship. Instead, his mouth curved into a smile that crinkled his eyes with fondness, followed by a quick wink. 

Now it was your turn to look surprised. 

It's not that the gesture was out of character or that he couldn't be bold when he wanted to. You just hadn't expected it now.

Later, you found it in you to be direct.

‘What's with all the staring lately, Mark?’

His eyes widened at the question. It wasn't particularly like you to be so upfront about something like this.

You watched as your head engineer’s expression turned apologetic and a little guilty, like he'd been caught red-handed.

‘Uhh- I'm sorry. Am I in trouble, Captain?’

You giggled quietly. ‘Nah. I never said I minded, just wondering…’

He visibly relaxed at your response.

‘Oh, well in that case. To be honest, Cap, it's sorta hard to look away sometimes.’

You felt your face flush at this, but were given no pause to utter a reply even if you’d had the words; he continued quickly, as if just realising what he'd said aloud and in the same moment deciding to fully commit to speaking his mind, before he could let himself back out.

‘I just- I love seeing you doing your job, you look so happy and assured. And proud — of everyone you work with, proud that you're part of the team. You're always so willing to help out and listen to what everyone needs. And watching you take command of a situation- You just– you have this aura that screams that you belong here, this is what you were meant to do, and you have a positive effect on everybody around you. We're so lucky and grateful to have you as our Captain.’

And here you are, stunned into silence for a moment. 

He stands there, trying to gauge your reaction, a little flustered himself but steadfast in his confession.

You feel a little giddy, but take a breath to soothe your racing heart, finally composing yourself again as the smile you can no longer hold back paints your face.

‘Thank you, Mark. That's… that's really sweet.’

He grins. ‘Just being honest.’

‘And I feel exactly the same about you, by the way.’ 

He tilts his head in confusion.

‘Watching you in action, it's the same.’

You can see it in his eyes when it clicks.

‘Wait, Captain, are you saying you-’

‘Almost as much as you,’ you chuckle. ‘Except I don't get caught. You could definitely use some improvement in that area.’

He looks away, smile becoming sheepish, the tint on his cheeks you are sure matches yours from only moments ago. 

‘But… like I said,’ you speak up again, drawing his attention back to you. ‘I don't really mind. It is kinda cute seeing your reaction when I catch you.’