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At the stroke of midnight, it was almost a guarantee that everyone in Storybrooke was tucked away in bed, or otherwise stuck at work wishing to be anywhere else.

Most nights were slow when there wasn’t a curse in need of breaking, which was why Emma was wrapped up in her blankets, blissfully unaware of the fact that a hooded figure had just dropped a small pouch into the magic well out in the middle of the forest.

The person stood there waiting for a long while, but when nothing happened, they skulked off into the shadows.

The thing about magic, especially the kind dropped into that particular well, was that it always proved unpredictable.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that the spell at last took effect.

The harsh ringing of Emma’s phone snatched her out of slumber, and she groaned when she saw the time.

“It’s not even seven yet,” Emma grumbled in lieu of a greeting.

“Very observant, Sheriff. Why don’t I ask the epidemic to slow down so you can get another hour of sleep?” Whale drawled sarcastically down the line.

Emma felt sluggish as she forced herself to sit up, frowning as she brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Wait. What’s going on?”

Whale snorted before he spoke. “That’s why I’m calling. Something is happening in town, and it’s spreading quickly. Patient zero called at five this morning, and since then we’ve had over a hundred reported cases.”

“Patient Zero?” Emma sighed heavily and stood up, her tone acerbic as she snapped, “We’re not in a movie, Whale, just tell me what the hell is going on. Cases of what?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

“Hysteria,” Whale finally stated, his voice lacking conviction.

“This isn’t the eighteenth century. Nobody suffers from hysteria anymore.” Pulling on her jeans, Emma flicked on the light and hurriedly grabbed her shirt. “I mean, right? Wasn’t that just their way of rationalizing that women had urges?”

“I don’t know what else to call it,” Whale conceded. “I’ve never seen anything like this, in my land or in yours. People are exhibiting a host of different symptoms. Some are even…”

Caught in the middle of zipping up her boots, Emma huffed in exasperation, “Some arewhat?”

Whale cleared his throat in obvious discomfort. “Experiencing anatomical changes. We need to try and contain this, whatever it is, before it spreads through the whole town. You need to inform the Mayor that I’m requesting a town wide quarantine and you had better be ready to enforce it.”

“Do you even know how this is spreading?” Emma asked, her throat dry as panic began to wrap around her ribcage.

“No. Some of my staff have succumbed. Others haven’t, but in the three hours since the first call, every case has affected someone between the ages of twenty and fifty. Children, teens, and the elderly appear to be immune, which is a phenomenon all on its own,” Whale excitedly reported.

“Stop enjoying this,” Emma spat, grabbing her keys as she slipped into autopilot.

“I’m not enjoying it, per se, but it is a remarkable opportunity to study—”

“Keep me updated,” Emma sharply cut him off. “I’ll be in touch once I’m with Regina.” She hung up with a cringe and ran out the door.


She drove fast, gunning the squad car down the street until she saw Ariel on the sidewalk, barefoot and wearing only pajama bottoms and a bra.

Emma screeched to a halt and jumped out, reaching Ariel before she managed to unclasp the garment.

“Whoa, hey, hey, you can’t walk around half naked,” Emma sputtered. “This isn’t the Little Mermaid. Where are you going?”

“I’m so warm.” Ariel whined, her pupils wide and face flushed. “Like I’m baking in my own skin and I can’t… I can’t take it. I had to get out, I had to breathe.”

Emma raised her eyebrows and guided Ariel back into her house by the elbow. “Why don’t you take a nice cold shower, and stay inside, okay?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Slamming the door closed behind Ariel, Emma abandoned her car and with a flick of her wrist appeared on Regina’s doorstep by use of magic. She knocked roughly, and impatiently tried the handle before she yelled, “Regina! We need to talk. Something’s happening to the people in town!”

From where she must have been hunched on the floor of the living room, Regina managed a feeble reply, “Go away, Miss Swan!”


Regina downright refused to meet Emma at the door and whimpered out a pathetic sounding, “Please.”

It took several minutes before Regina seemed to get her bearings and appeared at the door.

As she swung it back, Emma noticed a change in the atmosphere around them. The wind shifted as Regina stepped outdoors.


“Whatever is happening, it’s affecting me,” Regina announced with a paranoid glance around the neighborhood. Her pupils dilated at the sight of Emma and she took a sharp breath.


“It’s strange,” Regina rasped, then lowered her voice a register and then took another tiny step towards Emma. “It’s like someone cast a horrible love spell, only with much more sinister effects.”

Continuing to stare at Emma in open appreciation of her muscular arms, Regina lingered on the porch long enough for the town mechanic, Ruby, and several of the merry men to appear.

Robin brought up the rear of the group, and gazed at Regina in clear longing as he called out, “Regina, do you happen to know what’s going on?”

Regina hadn’t spoken to Robin for months and it looked like she could barely stand the sight of him now. The longer Robin stood in front of Regina, however, the more appealing he seemed to become, and it was obvious her mind had somehow been seriously compromised.

When Emma glanced over at the other faces in the crowd, she noticed that they were all collectively staring. They watched Regina like starved animals eager for a meal.

Ruby boldly cut to the front of the crowd and approached Emma with something like deference. “You both… smell different. It’s hard to describe. We need to get to the bottom of whatever this is.”

The distraction of Robin and the small crowd apparently delayed Emma from noticing the subtle and insidious reactions within her own body. The slight increase of her own heart rate was surely just from the hatred she felt for Robin – a man who proclaimed to have honor while displaying none of the traits that went with it.


Regina backed away as more friends and acquaintances made their way up her path. She dodged around Emma and stood behind her in the doorway.

Emma side-eyed Ruby questioningly and responded to Regina ducking behind her without hesitation.

Straightening to her full height, Emma squared her shoulders and created a barricade between Regina and everyone that approached with a look in their eyes that she sure as hell didn’t like.


“We don’t know what’s happening,” Emma announced. “Under Whale’s recommendation, the town is under quarantine. Effective immediately. We’ll let you know more the second we can.”

“You can’t be serious,” Robin scoffed, his face pained as he craned his neck to peer at Regina. “Regina? What would youhave us do? We deserve to know what’s happening.”

Emma felt it then.

Like a mist falling over her body, her skin prickled and the scent in the air was thick and hung heavy like the most decadent aroma. She knew, inexplicably, that everyone else smelled it too.


“Go home and stay there,” Emma snarled, stepping forward with a glare that dared someone to test her. “We can’t have infected people roaming the streets and infecting others. Do you really want this to spread through the whole town?”

Robin looked agitated, his face screwing up as he sputtered, “Well no, but I need to talk to Regina. I insist you—”

Emma’s anger built up inside of her, irrational and scorching. “We’re busy trying to save the town from an epidemic, so unless you want to be personally sent to Whale, you’re gonna back off.”

Robin sneered, taking a step forward before he suddenly faltered and grimaced. “Look, we all know this is serious. I just need a few... a few seconds—”

“I bet,” Emma smirked, raising her chin. “Everybody, go home, or I’m gonna start sticking people in the jail cells. Got it?” She asked rhetorically, surveying the crowd’s quiet discontent as they backed off. “Ruby, consider yourself a temporary deputy and make sure everyone actually leaves. Then call me when you get back to the diner.”

Ruby kept her eyes on the crowd and nodded in understanding. “You heard the Sheriff. Let’s go.”

Emma watched for a moment, then stepped into Regina’s foyer and bolted the door. She needed to share the only information she had from her morning conversation about the epidemic. “According to Whale, so far only people in their twenties to fifties have shown symptoms, and some people are experiencing anatomical changes, whatever the hell that means. I wasn’t about to tell them that yet—”

She turned to face Regina and inhaled deeply.


Only then did Emma feel a flux in her body temperature, her pulse beating out a tune that said she was in trouble. The scent was stronger now, potent in a way that made it tangible, and she realized all of the sudden that it was coming from Regina.

“Fuck…” Emma whispered, a low throbbing starting in her groin that spread like wildfire through her. Suddenly she understood Ariel’s predicament. Her own skin felt like a restricting suit, simultaneously too hot and too tight.

Wait, tight?


Emma groaned as a peculiar and unpleasant dull ache spread from the apex of her sex, and she felt something trying to happen in the confines of her jeans.

Grimacing, she blurted out, “I need a drink,” and used the excuse to flee to the kitchen as her panic began to manifest.

Regina faltered in the foyer and rubbed her soft, kissable lips together. The strong scent of her pheromones only grew more potent as she stalked into the kitchen and all but collapsed into a chair.


“May I recommend a strong drink? You’ll need it if we’re going to work on finding a way to cope with whatever fresh new hell this is. The locked cabinet in my study – it’s where I keep my spell books. There’s a key in my desk if you want to rummage around in it. You can also help yourself to a glass of my cider.”

The sounds of banging on the door and Ruby attempting to control the crowd drew Regina to the window.

She peered out the window at the townspeople that were slow to follow Emma’s order. With a sigh that became more of a moan, she turned in Emma’s direction. “You know what, I’ll be back. I just need – I don’t know what I need, but I’ll be in my bedroom.”

“Rest and I’ll see what I can find,” Emma agreed much too easily.

She needed Regina’s help, but she also needed space to come to terms with what was happening to her, and the scent that clung to Regina only seemed to awaken things caged within Emma that she didn’t understand. It pained her to watch Regina walk away, and she found herself blindly following after her—or at least, she had been following until the battering on the door dragged her attention back to the issue at hand.


Whatever was going on obviously made people more aggressive and less willing to follow direction. Robin led the mob, and shoved Ruby out of his way with a total disregard for where she would land in the bushes.

Wrenching the door open hard enough to rattle the hinges, Emma drew her clenched fist back and launched it at Robin’s face. It connected solidly with a resounding crack that sent him staggering down two steps.

“‘My face! You’ve broken something,” Robin whimpered through his hand, blood dripping from his nose in a satisfying, steady flow.

“You’re goddamn right I did,” Emma growled, marching out of the house towards him. He had the sense to scuttle backwards, the rest of the crowd running off as Emma yelled, “Come back here again and I’ll break something else!”

“You handled that nicely,” Ruby remarked, with a faint trace of humor in her tone as she stopped by Emma. “My advice? Magic barricade. Robin’s a lot of things, but he sure isn’t smart.”

Emma laughed, rubbing the bloodied knuckles of her hand to ease the sting. “Not gonna lie, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Kinda seized the opportunity when it arrived. You should get back to Granny’s and make sure everyone there is safe. We’ll figure this out. We just need some time.”

“I know the drill. This isn’t our first town crisis.” Ruby shrugged, and before she left, she reiterated seriously, “Put the barrier up. I’ll call you later to check in.”

Emma nodded and slipped back inside with a pained wince.

Whatever was happening, it hurt, and it was getting worse. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to focus and channeled the fierce desire to protect Regina. Magic unfurled from her, shimmering and warm as it surrounded the property and shielded them from the rest of the town.

“Did you just deck Robin?” Regina called from the top of the staircase, her brows furrowed as she stuck out her chin in askance. She started to walk down the stairs and then paused two steps from the bottom. Her face flushed as she yanked up her blouse, which had fallen down far enough to reveal a brief flash of swollen nipple.

Emma struggled to keep her eyes on Regina’s face, especially after she saw something she absolutely shouldn’t have.

“Emma, what is going on?” Regina asked.

“Yeah, I broke his face.”


Emma’s belated, blunt response did nothing to stop the pride she felt as she stood before Regina, as unfounded and unwarranted as it was to feel like that. The second question, though – that helped to clear the fog of her mind, and she frowned, the corners of her mouth tugging downward as she raised her shoulders. “Whale called this hysteria and I’m uhhh — l’m starting to grasp why.”

The thick scents radiating from Emma had a simultaneously intoxicating and weakening effect on Regina, and she stumbled in her heels as she tried to take the last two steps.

Emma caught her before she twisted an ankle and gently lifted her up.

It seemed to tax Regina to be in close proximity to Emma, and she whined, soft and throaty from the physical contact.

“I should have stayed upstairs. My body is succumbing to this sickness. Everyone has needsof course, but this is different. Do you feel different?” Regina paused, raking her eyes over Emma and then whispered harshly, “It’s like… an energy, an urge to… to engage in se — certain pleasurable activities  – but this state I’m in…  it’s like I’ll never have fulfillment. Like nothing will ever be enough to soothe this ache—”

It seemed to cause her discomfort to withdraw from Emma, especially with the way Emma stared hard at her, so lustfully and curiously.

“I’m going to be useless to you like this,” Regina grunted out in aggravation. “I have to get myself back upstairs and into bed. Maybe all of this will pass if I rest, and then we can work together like we always do.”

Every short breath Emma took only enhanced the strange and painful throb at her crotch.

Fear gripped Emma, and she stepped back with a wince, covering herself as she doubled over for a moment. “I don’t know. This is bad, Regina.” She hissed through clenched teeth, feeling a bulge that had no right being there. The panic that rose up felt suffocating and she straightened up, refusing to acknowledge the changes as she persisted, “This isn’t just some kind of virus. It must be magic, or something. Right? It’s not from here, and the way everyone else is acting, it’s not from the Enchanted Forest either, but if it’s magic, we can reverse it. We always find a way.”

Emma clung to that hope as she moved in to place her hand on Regina’s arm. “I’ll help you back to your room and then I’m going to go through all the spell books. If I find something I’ll bring it to you.”

She ushered Regina up the stairs and along the hallway with urgency. Regina moved helplessly, letting Emma guide her by the arm. As they reached her bedroom, she pouted pathetically and all but fell on the mattress.

Eye level with Emma’s zipper, Regina took a long moment to ogle the thick length hidden underneath the pair of jeans. Emma’s aroma affected her with dizzying potency and her hands appeared to twitch with the impulse to reach out and grab the unexpected bulge. In the end, Regina’s better sense clearly prevailed.

Their dynamic had always been intense and charged with fire from the beginning, but over the years, as Emma became more aware of their feelings, the nature of their relationship changed. Regina had grown more subdued in their interactions, more sensitive towards Emma.

The strange new feelings in her body made Emma somehow more protective—ready to defend Regina, and yet still reluctant to act on her own extreme attraction.


Emma backed out of the room before she acted on any of the urges that took hold inside of her. They needed information and they needed to break this curse.

The second that Emma entered the living room, her phone started to ring with townspeople informing her about this new disruption in their lives. As sheriff, it was her duty to handle the brawls, escapades and all of the trouble that the town experienced as a result of this strange magic.

Fights began to break out on a daily basis, and the citizens of Storybrooke chipped away at the magical barrier around Regina’s house, all seeking answers and ways to alleviate their discomfort.

Despite the way everyone was suffering, Emma managed to organize the town’s elderly and magically sealed them away with all of the youths in special shelters located within Storybrooke high and primary schools. As far as all of the children knew, this was like any other town emergency and that meant long days spent doing fun activities and playing with friends.

Meanwhile, Ruby took the lead on crowd-control, as her animal side seemed to have an advantage in the face of the odd curse. She coordinated with Belle and Whale, who took it upon themselves to study the issue at the library and hospital.

On the fifth day, Ruby reported back to the group that they would need to meet to discuss what they learned.

“Just phone me,” Regina gritted out when Emma insisted that she attend the meeting. “I can’t leave the house. For some reason, the townspeople keep showing up here. I’m not sure if they expect me to handle their problems, or if I am the problem, given how they’ve all been looking at me. I’m staying in my bedroom. I’ll participate at a distance.”

Emma scheduled the meeting in the town hall for two o’clock, a later time in the day when she assumed both of her parents would be capable of showing up. Since all of this started, they had been practically unreachable.


Snow and Charming were the first to appear at the meeting location and they continued to kiss well after Emma arrived without even noticing her presence.

“Oh!” Snow gasped when Ruby walked into the boardroom. “We were just—preparing for the meeting.”

Ruby smirked and gave Emma a sidelong glance, then greeted Whale and Belle as they showed up.

The other attendees were Grumpy and Blue, who both seemed on edge and angry for their own reasons.


There was an empty seat for Archie, but he must not have gotten the invitation, or might have decided to stay home to cope with his own transformation. Marco and Granny, who normally would have partaken in such counsel discussions, were both declared immune to the problem, and had been sequestered away to help with the children.

In the small space of the conference room, the attendees all took several moments getting accustomed to the wafting smells of each other.

Snow and Charming seemed to be more closed off from the rest somehow, and Ruby also had a less accessible scent—but they all seemed to have an implicit awareness of the pecking order among them, with Emma at the top and Grumpy irritably at the bottom.

“As far as curses go, this is the WORST one we’ve ever faced,” Grumpy spat, flecks of saliva flying in all different directions as he gestured wildly. “It’s like someone gave us all love potions, but it’s not even fun!”

“I’ll be quite honest, I’ve really been enjoying myself,” Whale announced with a gleaming white smile and a smug blink. “There are a lot of fringe benefits to this situation, and I for one know how to take advantage – ”

“Shut up.” Regina cleared her voice to remind everyone she was on the phone. “Let’s just hear your report Whale and then we’ll hear from Belle. Please tell me you have some valuable information to share.”

Whale coughed and straightened up in his seat to present the information he gathered. “While I’ve spent many years now as a medical professional, I’ve never seen anything quite like this. It’s really quite extraordinary the way people have lost their inhibition. They’re either happily partnering up, engaging in carefree sex, or otherwise committing themselves to sad, lonely lives of seclusion.” He emphasized the last option on purpose, making himself louder for the benefit of Regina.


“It seems like this is some kind of hormonal sickness,” Whale continued. “And there are two different types of patients we’ve encountered so far. There are those who have experienced significant anatomical changes, especially surrounding sexual activity. They are the most aggressive and dominant sort. We’ll call them Type A. Then there are others, who may or may not show changes anatomically. They exhibit both sexually dominate and submissive behavior. We’ll call this Type B.”

“We can refer to them as Alphas and Betas,” Belle chimed in and lifted a big book onto the table. “I believe this is what’s affecting all of the people in Storybrooke. I’m not sure how or why it’s happening, but I’m almost certain that what this book describes is what we’re experiencing here. There are very specific roles that each person takes on in their romantic encounters. They’re based on their hormone profile. Whale and I have been working together to chronicle this issue, and so far we’ve been able to fit all of our patients into these two categories. There is a third type, the Omega, which potently attracts both Alphas and Betas.  Fortunately no one in town seems to fit that profile.”

Emma’s jaw tensed imperceptibly and she felt Ruby’s eyes on her. The rest of them seemed oblivious to what was glaringly obvious to both of them, and the silence on the other end of the phone lingered.

“Yeah about that,” Ruby piped up, offering an apologetic glance to Emma. “There is one person in town that I’ve encountered that has a different scent.”

“There is?” Snow asked, her face suspiciously flushed as she leaned into David.

“Can you guys sit in opposite seats or something,” Emma suddenly snapped, her voice thunderous as she glared at her parents. “We’re trying to have a meeting, not an orgy, and I shouldn’t have to say that because I’m your daughter.”

David cleared his throat and untangled himself from Snow with a properly chastised look. “Sorry everyone. We’re uhm—we’re coping the best we can.”

“Yeah we can all see that.” Grumpy spat out bitterly, folding his arms with a glower to the happy couple.

Belle smirked, her eyes catching Ruby’s as she suppressed the urge to laugh.

“You said you found someone you think is an omega?” Belle prompted to get them back on track.

Ruby confirmed with a serious nod. “I know she’s an omega. I could smell it the first day and I haven’t caught the scent on anyone else.”

“Well, who is it?” Whale’s excitement was palpable, and he shrugged when Emma glared angrily at him. “Scientific curiosity,” he added, far too late.


Emma could see Ruby preparing to say who it was, and jumped in hurriedly with a bark of, “Wait. What’s the difference between this one and the others? We need to know that first.”

Ruby lowered her head with a smirk but stayed silent as Belle wet her lips and nervously tapped at the pages of the book.

“Well?” Emma asked impatiently.

Belle flipped the book around so that Ruby and Emma could see. The pictures seemed clinical enough, but revealed a depiction of a sexual act: a massive swollen erection trapped within the tight space of an omega’s cunt, the tip firmly lodged against the cervix.

“Along with the anatomical changes that Dr. Whale has noted, many couples are experiencing this,” Belle quietly divulged. “According to the book, it’s called knotting. If this occurs during sex, the couples can’t separate until the alpha’s swelling subsides. There’s even been one case that lasted over an hour.”

Blushing furiously, Belle pulled the book back and closed it before Snow saw the images. “It is standard for betas to experience heats, or weeks during which their scent is much more sexually alluring. While this is going on, the Betas are especially fertile. Alphas and even other Betas can become aggressive in competing over the fertile betas. But an Omegahas a much more tempting scent. They’re considered more sexually desirable for a number of reasons. For alphas and more dominant Betas, sleeping with an Omega would grant an almost divine pleasure. Knotting with an Omega could last hours. The book gives more details if you’d like to borrow it. But if there was an Omega in this town, the Alphas and Betas would pursue that person. We might even have riots in the streets. I truly doubt—”

A loud crash came from the speakerphone and Regina shouted furiously, “Someone just broke my window! Emma!”

“Regina!” Emma called frantically, already on her feet. More smashing echoed through the line and Emma reacted instinctively. Her magic billowed out and swallowed up everyone at the table, relocating them to Regina’s garden in an instant.

Emma stumbled, disoriented by the overwhelming scent in the air, and she groaned as her body responded. The blood in her veins scorched through her like liquid fire and her senses seemed heightened. Regina was like a drug and everyone could feel the effects.

“David…oh my goodness...” Snow exhaled, her jaw going slack as she turned to her husband.

“I feel it,” David muttered, his voice thick with horror and his hands shaking. “God, do I feel it.”

Belle sucked in a stuttered breath and reached out to clutch Ruby for support. “This is beyond… it’s so...strong.” A slow, dawning horror fell across her features as she took in their surroundings and she gasped, “It’s Regina. Oh, this must be torture for her!”

“If it’s torture, I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more,” The Blue Fairy sniffed, obviously offended by the arousal that coursed through her own body. She clutched her stomach, her face flushed as she glared at the crowd in Regina’s garden.

“We don’t have time for this. Stop them!” Emma bellowed and took off up the path where a crowd of merry men were using a branch from one of Regina’s trees as a battering ram against the front door. She snarled, viciously wrenching one man off his feet to throw him on his ass. Swinging wildly, she crunched her fist against faces, and snared shirts to fling all of the men forcefully away. “Put that down! Get the hell away from the mansion!”

“Or what? You can’t throw us all in cells!” A burly man sneered and threw a punch recklessly in her direction.

Emma grabbed his thick wrist, and with a sickening twist and pop, dislocated his shoulder and used his own hand to strike him square across the face. He let out a howl of pain that broke through the frenzied crowd as he dropped to his knees.

“Or that,” Emma bit out sharply.

The man screamed and cradled his injured arm. Several others that witnessed the brutality backed off, their wild eyes avoiding their town leaders.

“Move your ass, Emma! Someone’s in there!” Ruby called out, dragging Tillman across the grass by the back of his shirt while he thrashed wildly.

Emma rushed to the shattered window. She could see feet on the stairs and without thought, rammed her shoulder into the broken door and busted straight through it.

Racing up the stairs two at a time, she barreled straight into Robin before he could reach Regina’s bedroom door, smashing him into the wall.

“Get off. She needs me!” Robin screeched, scrambling to get out from Emma’s vice-like hold.

“Nobody needs you!” Emma growled ferociously, grunting as Robin elbowed her twice in the ribs. She fleetingly lost her grip and he lunged for the door to Regina’s bedroom, but she grabbed him by the belt and they tumbled to the ground roughly.

“Regina!” Robin yelled, grasping at the carpet with his fingers in an attempt to drag himself along. “Regina please, you need me! You know you do! I’m right here!”

“God you’re fucking pathetic.” Emma rammed her point home by gesturing to Regina’s bedroom and hissing, “She knows you’re here. She called me to get rid of you, you fucking idiot.”

She grabbed him by the collar, then ripped the tape off his already damaged nose.

He must have saw the gleam in her eyes because he suddenly whined, “No wait, don’t do th-aaaarhhhhh!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the screaming,” Emma yelled back, tightening her fingers around his nose until fresh blood began to pour from it. She squeezed harder, until he surrendered fully, and then she sneered coldly down at him. “If you, or any of your men come back here, you’ll wish Rumple skinned you all those years ago. Last warning.”

The finality in her tone wasn’t lost on him, and he crawled towards the stairs, all but flinging himself down them to get away from Emma.

Emma finally stood up with wild hair to match her eyes—sweating, panting, and smeared in blood, wearing an aggressive scowl that dared anyone else to ascend the stairs.

The entire small group of town leaders entered the home and gathered in the vestibule to stare up at Emma.

Not a single face showed any emotion other than shellshock from how Emma singlehandedly cleared out the crowd. As Regina appeared behind Emma, they all doubled over and groaned, except for Whale, who did his damnedest to remain upright in her presence.

“This is a real problem,” Whale stated succinctly. “Someone needs to take care of this right away.”

“Not you,” David snorted and smacked his hand into Whale’s chest to prevent him from even attempting to ascend the stairs. “Emma will knock your head off if you go up there, and I won’t stop her if you try it.”

“We have to do something, David,” Snow hissed, focused entirely on their daughter and how she shook from fury and from Regina’s proximity. She glanced meaningfully up at Emma and then stared into her husband’s eyes. “This can’t be allowed to continue.”

“Look at the state of Regina’s home,” Ruby observed, taking stock of all the broken furniture and the trampled lawn outside. “To say nothing of the fact that if a mob assembles, we could fend them off for only so long.”

“This is unnatural,” Blue complained with a pale face and a desirous glance towards Regina. “How do we fight this?”

“As far as I know, there is only one way to solve this problem while we try to bring a greater end to this curse or spell,” Belle nervously considered aloud and clutched her book to her chest. “If we don’t act soon, we’ll have a public crisis on our hands.” She bent down to right the overturned table that usually sat by the front door.

“Regina will need to find a mate,” Belle blurted out and then peered towards the staircase, towards the source of their collective problems.

Regina still wore her light silk night gown, and through the teal fabric that covered her frame like a sheet of water, her breasts begged for Emma’s attention.

“Emma,” Regina breathed raggedly and took a long step towards her, which made her hands tremble enough to force her to immediately back away again. “Thank you for coming.”

If Regina heard the whisperings and plotting that went on down in her foyer, she ignored it. She seemed too overwhelmed by Emma’s presence and retreated from the stairwell back into her bedroom.

Ruby waited until Emma’s labored breathing returned to normal and then she ascended the stairs. “Emma, the consensus downstairs is that this problem would be solved if Regina had a mate. Everyone would still be able to smell Regina, but they wouldn’t be breaking down her door. She needs an alpha. Someone strong. Someone protective.” She waited for some sign that Emma understood her implied suggestion, but Emma was too busy watching Regina’s ass.

Belle braved the stairs next, and the rest of the group followed, half of them hunched over from the strength of their lust.

Grumpy got down on his knees and pressed his palms into his eye sockets. “My Queen, I know I haven’t been a good and loyal follower, but please accept my apologies and go out on a date with me. Christ, I’m so desperate. What am I saying? Someone, please help me! I can’t control myself.”

Regina stared open-mouthed at the group, unable to even respond to Grumpy, and then hurried off to grab her robe so she could shield herself from all of their heated stares.

“I see now. I’m the Omega,” Regina concluded as she fastened the belt on her robe, inspiring a whimper of protest from Whale. “And I’m alone in this. I don’t have a partner.” Her eyes flew to Emma and lingered on her muscular arms and defensive stance. “Given that, how do I stop all of this from affecting how others react to me? There must be a way to suppress it.”

“We really don’t have the resources at our disposal,” Belle softly informed the group. “We could try to concoct some type of suppressant. It might take weeks or months and Regina’s heat could last that long.”

“Why are we talking about suppressants? Regina, there’s an easy answer to this problem,” Whale insisted with a sweeping wave in the direction of the town. “Suitors are lining up at your door. Take your pick. I personally volunteer to help you. There’s still room for you on my roster. How does Thursday sound to you? I’d clear the full day.”

“Not interested,” Regina snapped with a deadly glare and a last ditch glance at Emma. “No, I’d rather endure this than give myself to anyone less than worthy. This is not just an itch I need to scratch. It has to feel right or my body won’t be satisfied. All of my instincts are screaming at me right now, and they all demand something perfect or nothing at all. I need someone who’s heroic and strong. I need someone who can prove they’re deserving.”

Snow screwed her face up in thought and then jumped as an idea must have hit her. “A tournament! We’ll host a tournament. That would give potential suitors the opportunity to show off their strength. The most noble and powerful among them will be your mate!”

Regina pursed her parched lips together and shot a disgusted look at Snow. “I don’t think—”

“—you have the right to decide this?” Blue chimed in, stepping closer into Regina’s radius and sucking in a deep breath that visibly repulsed her. “Because you don’t. You don’t get a say. Your reek is having an impact on everyone’s lives and something needs to be done about you. Snow is being generous by suggesting the tournament. If it was up to me, I’d appoint someone to aid you as soon as possible.”

Regina glowered at the fairy and tiny sparks sizzled at her fingertips, threatening to become full-on magical flame.

“Hey, hey now,” David interrupted, wedging himself between Blue and his daughter, who appeared to be even more menacing than Regina with a fireball. “Our hormones and emotions are getting the best of us right now, but we need to try to be rational. I think Snow has come up with a solid plan, all things considered. Maybe someone will come along and Regina will fall in love.”


David stared for a moment at Emma and cleared his throat. “But… failing that, the tournament could be a great way to find a suitable partner for Regina. I think we can all agree that keeping everyone safe is our top priority here.”

“I can’t believe all of you,” Regina husked softly, not even attempting to hide her hurt. “Of course I want to keep Storybrooke safe, but are we really going to settle on a solution from the Dark Ages? From the Enchanted Forest, where women had fewer rights? We’re all better than that.”

“Are we, though?” Whale questioned with a shrug. He loosened his doctor’s coat and slipped a hand into his pocket for his business card.

Regina blocked him from handing it off to her.

“Fine, we’ll do the tournament,” Regina decided in an instant as Emma continued to remain silent. “Schedule it for tomorrow, if you must, to keep everyone happy.” She eyed Blue hatefully and then stormed back into her bedroom, dramatically slamming the door behind her.

It was the slam of the door, and the very mild difference in intensity that broke the trance-like state Emma had been stuck in. The tendons in her neck strained as she sucked in air greedily, her heart thundering in her chest so hard that she could barely make a word out. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were straining.

Adrenaline pulsed like battery acid through Emma’s system and her nerves burned from it. She stood awkwardly, unwilling to acknowledge her raging hard-on that somehow felt much larger, judging by the amount of pain she experienced from having it restricted in such tight fitting jeans.

For the most part everyone kept their eyes off of each other, but she caught Whale eyeing her up only to frown down at his own pants.

“So now what?” Grumpy asked, mortified at his own actions. “What do we do?”

Belatedly, all the talk of a tournament began to hit Emma and she felt the rage from earlier boiling up inside her. “Do what you do best and get out there and yell about it.” Her tone was nothing short of acerbic as she turned to Blue, “Go with him since you like to run your mouth. Inform the masses that you’re just as barbaric here as you were in the Enchanted Forest.”

“Emma,” Snow began, but that was as far as she got.

“The rest of you can surround the perimeter and get ready to be on watch for the rest of the night. With the barrier down, I’m not risking another ambush.”

Whale looked as though he was about to protest, then thought better of it. “And while we’re out there waiting to be jumped, where are you going to be?”

“Right here guarding Regina’s door,” Emma snapped. “So if anyone gets past you, I can stop them.”

Belle shared a look with Ruby, and then they both turned to the others and ushered them back down the stairs. “Okay you heard the Sheriff, you two spread the word and the rest of us will surround the property.”

When they were gone, Emma fell back against the wall with a shaky breath. This was a nightmare. Nobody who showed up to compete would be worthy of Regina, and she deserved a hell of a lot better than some moron who thought they could win her as a prize.

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Regina remained within the safety of her bedroom for the entire afternoon and avoided emerging even after nightfall. She sobbed from the pain of her arousal, along with the thought of some unsavory person winning the competition and therefore all rights to her.

At several points throughout the afternoon, Regina stood by the window to watch Ruby and Belle on guard. She only dropped back when they or anyone else spotted her.

Once news began to spread of the event, more people turned up in droves. A few of them needed to be restrained, but it appeared that most of the visitors were offering to help. Even some of the men that had been aggressive earlier in the day went to work in the large field behind Regina’s home.

It baffled her how they easily switched into a productive mindset, and she studied them for a long time before realizing that they were putting up tents because they wanted her. The reason they worked so diligently was because they all hoped to be the champion of the tournament.

Regina closed all of her curtains when it became apparent that they could see her. She listened to the quiet sounds of her household for twenty minutes, refusing to budge from her bed.

The unbearable ache of her body eventually got her moving again, and for the umpteenth time that week, she slipped her hand into her soaked panties and tried to rub her pussy. No matter how she touched herself, it never satisfied her urges or granted release, and with Emma in her house, her agony only worsened.

An hour of tirelessly playing with herself did nothing but frustrate her more, and Regina discarded her last pair of drenched panties in the hamper.

Then she opened the door to her bedroom a crack and peered at Emma, who sat hunched over at the top of the stairs.

“Emma, please come in here. I know this is a lot to ask, but given what we discussed in the meeting, it’s clear you’re an alpha. I need a favor.”

Regina took a tiny gulp and cast her eyes down at the floor. She gently put out one hand to touch Emma’s shoulder, and almost sobbed at the physical contact and dropped her hand as if burned.

“All of this is just getting worse, and as much as I don’t like the idea of this tournament, my body needs immediate relief. I can’t take this any longer. In fact, I need something to take the edge off right now. It’s embarrassing to ask you this, but I trust you. Your alpha pheromones might be able to ease some of my pain. I keep —I keep trying to pleasure myself, but it isn’t working. I thought if I could borrow a shirt of yours, perhaps I could… I could wrap it around a pillow and rub myself against it. It could be risky. I’m worried about the consequences of doing that with so many people nearby. I’m not sure how it will affect my scent, so you’d have to stay with me. You don’t – obviously you don’t have to watch. Hopefully it will get me through until tomorrow —”

“You’re not a trophy to be won,” Emma snarled angrily, ripping her shirt off to thrust into Regina’s hands. It left her in a tank top that revealed her muscled arms and the veins that snaked beneath the skin.

Emma paced restlessly, her mounting anger as obvious as the tightly packed erection that throbbed painfully with every move she made. It must have hurt just to breathe, but she seemed to find it far easier to work with the increasing pain than the pleasure. For the better part of the day, she had been run off her feet with setting everything up and enforcing a town wide curfew. She collected all the older, unaffected people and put them in charge of taking care of the younger ones. The only time she had to herself had been the few hours when she had finally slept in the guest room

“I’ll stand guard,” Emma managed thickly, turning her back to Regina to offer what little privacy she could, though her eyes dropped to the laundry basket.

It was overflowing, and all around it were pairs of soaked panties. As if in a daze, Emma grabbed a pair from the basket and groaned at the slickness against her fingertips. It was wrong on so many levels, yet she looked like she couldn’t help the way she ran the pad of her thumb along the glistening fabric.

Regina grasped the shirt in her hands and buried her face in the scent of Emma’s musk. Her primal need took over then and she frantically covered a pillow with the fabric. She hoisted up the bottom of her night gown and straddled the pillow, already moaning as she sank her drenched pussy down against the soft material. Rolling her hips in gentle circular rotations, she was met with both wonderful friction and frustration.

Having something of Emma’s between her legs was pleasurable and she whimpered every time it brushed against her clit—but her inner muscles ached so deep inside where she wanted to feel so much more.

“Emma?” Regina intoned, her voice sandpapery but soft. “I’ve changed my mind. You should face me. I’m very worried someone is going to break in while I’m doing this. Please keep a close eye on me.”

If this was a true fear or a desperate bid to get Emma’s attention, Regina had no idea. As she raised her gown up on her hips and continued to grind her pussy against Emma’s shirt, she lost all ability to think rationally. She began caressing herself through her clothes as Emma turned towards her. With both hands, Regina grabbed at her breasts and squeezed hard enough to bruise, then massaged the tiny peaks of her nipples through the silk.

Noticing Emma held a pair of her panties did nothing to slow her down.

“Do you want those?” Regina asked hastily. “Consider it a fair trade between friends.”

There was a time when she would have been appalled by her own behavior, and yet all she did was blush as she moved languidly against the pillow.

Either it was the pheromones, or the increasing heat within the room, but having Emma watch reinforced the feeling that it was natural, even though she knew it wasn’t. Every part of her being screamed that this was right, and it appeared that Emma liked seeing her this way—wild and desperate, her pupils blown wide, and her face flushed—the faint sheen of sweat on her brow as she rocked harder in her pursuit of release.

There was no trace of shame between them as they locked eyes and Emma pocketed them the panties.

Emma strode forward and husked authoritatively, “Rock your hips harder into the pillow, not over it.”

Emma had no right to make demands, let alone touch, and yet she did both. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, Emma’s strong hands gripped Regina’s hips, guiding her firmly as she took charge of the situation. “Go faster, Regina. You need the friction.”

Regina dutifully followed instructions and dropped her ass down into the pillow, grinding with eagerness to please Emma. Throwing her head back, she raked her fingers through her hair as she struck up a new rhythm with her body. To her dismay, all of her efforts did little to calm the maddening lust that came over her.

“It’s not enough,” Regina groaned and wept. “It’s too soft.”

Her eyes strayed below Emma’s belt, to the concealed pole that poked out at her. Shoulders trembling, she let Emma drive her hips forcefully over the pillow.

Tears dripped down her cheek from her failure to peak, to even so much as curtail her cravings. She almost crumbled, but Emma gathered her up and held her together. Emma sat down on the bed and eased back as she put Regina on her knee.

“Oh,” Regina breathed in relief. “That… feels good. Feels – firmer.” She remained still, as making even the smallest move might involve rubbing their bodies together.

The sheer size and diameter of Emma’s apparent cock now became clear to her. Pretending to be oblivious to it, Regina attempted to shift and positioned Emma’s huge erection between her legs.


Through Emma’s jeans, Regina could still feel how extraordinarily large it was and all of the thick veins that pumped with excitement. Her pussy lips spread painfully wide when she at last settled herself completely over Emma’s dick. Being like that threatened to undo her and also somehow mellowed her. She felt the healthiest she had all day with Emma’s cock almost nestled into her.

“Emma, I don’t know what to do,” Regina scratchily admitted. “It’s almost like I don’t know my own body anymore. What if sex is the only thing that will make me feel better?”

Regina’s sudden weight and warm pressure pushing against her erection had Emma hissing through her teeth.

Emma’s rough palms steadied her hips, her fingers biting into Regina’s heated skin as she gruffly informed her, “I know what you need. I’m going to help you, Regina. Trust me and do as I say.”

“Roll your hips,” Emma husked, her hands sliding to Regina’s ass to forcefully control the motions when she felt her hesitate. “Grind against me. I know you want to, now do it. Just like you did with the pillow.”

Regina obediently acted upon the command and locked her legs at Emma’s sides. Sliding her pussy up and down over Emma’s cock helped some of the pain to subside, especially when the thick head pressed into her. She imagined what it would be like if Emma’s pants were off, and how it would never fit into her narrow canal, not without stretching her out. The fast and messy way she rode Emma left them both breathless and she kept going until her tears dried.

True satisfaction remained out of reach, but this activity lowered her stress levels and increased her tolerance to the throb of her sex. As long as she focused on the idea of consummating this with Emma, she breathed evenly and her thoughts were less cloudy.

“Are you alright?” Regina asked, noting Emma’s labored huffing. “Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to mate. Or… have you already found someone—a beta?”


“Of course I haven’t!” Emma snapped indignantly, so offended that she set her teeth in tight, uneven rows. “I’ve been busy with keeping the town in line. The longest I’ve sat on my ass has been today, on your stairs.”

Emma hissed, digging her fingers into Regina’s hips to still her movements with a pained look. “Chafing.”

Regina apologetically crawled off and slumped into her mattress, turning one cheek to stare at Emma. She pouted as she reached out to comfortingly caress Emma’s arm.

“You should rest here,” Regina suggested, though Emma’s unique alpha aroma would no doubt torment her through the night.

The sacrifice would be worth it just to grant Emma this quiet place to sleep.

With the same iron will as usual, Regina withdrew from the bed and gracefully glided to the window to check on the progress of the tournament grounds.

The workers stayed overnight, hammering wooden stadiums together and throwing up the last of the tents, including a large pavilion where she was certain she would sit.

“In a way, I guess I’m lucky. Anyone who might be interested in me will just participate tomorrow. It saves me the trouble of looking or settling for any idiot who comes along.”

Regina realized the mistake in her wording and glanced back at Emma in worry. “I’m sure you’ll find someone, too. Maybe tomorrow at the competition—or even tonight. You shouldn’t have to suffer. I’ll be fine if you want to slip out now.”

The frown on Emma’s face deepened considerably.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I’m certainly not going out to look for someone to take the edge off,” Emma finally gritted out, her voice sounding as rough as she probably looked. “I’ll be out in the hall.”

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Storming out of the bedroom was a contradiction. The smallest sense of relief meant Emma could breathe easier, but the intense need to be close to Regina felt like a chain tightening around Emma’s waist with every step she took.

She staggered into the hallway, closing the door behind her, and stuffed her hand into her pocket to get her cell phone—except her fingers found the soaked panties instead, and the scent of them made her mouth water.

She was going crazy, she had to be, because she brought the slip of fabric up to her nose and huffed the intoxicating scent like a bouquet of flowers.

It was all too much, and before she could think, she was undoing her jeans and pushing down the boxers beneath them.

Freeing her swollen cock, Emma stared down at herself in shock and concern. Her erection was bigger than before, and so purple it looked almost bruised. As she wrapped the wet panties around her pulsing shaft, the pain ebbed for the first time in days.

Like a soothing balm, Emma stroked Regina’s arousal along her thick shaft and shuddered at the desire that gripped her. The panties barely covered the thick head of her cock, and she pumped her fist over it, coming undone in seconds with a guttural moan. She shot jet after jet of her seed into the fabric and embarrassingly over the wall outside of Regina’s bedroom.

The release didn’t soften her erection. If anything, it made it worse, and Emma whimpered, hurriedly stuffing herself back into her too-tight jeans as she scrambled to wipe up her mess with the drenched fabric in her hand.

That night turned out to be one of the worst forms of torture.

If the night wasn’t brutal enough, the true frenzy began in the morning: the crowd that pitched in the day before had started to rally for the Queen to make an appearance.

At sunrise, the stadium filled with couples dying to get-off to this barbaric tradition. Some of them found the bloodshed invigorating, while others wished to live vicariously through the winner. Each person had one reason or another to be interested in seeing the Queen bedded.

Regina showed her scorn by reminding them all who she was: she altered her appearance to serve as a visual warning of her past. In a tight-fitting blue velvet gown with tiny diamonds that covered the neckline, she strutted around in front of her mirror. A little shimmer of magic was all it took to grow her hair and put on make-up, but when Emma compared her to the illustrations in Henry’s storybook, Regina looked strikingly more like the pathetic young thing who was about to be paraded in front of suitors again.

It must have taken a certain amount of effort for Regina to glare intimidatingly at her constituents when she opened the window in her bedroom.

“I will come down when I please,” Regina called out bitterly. “Now stop arguing. This is going to be as organized as any town affair, and I expect anyone who wishes to participate in the tournament to sign up. If anyone is disorderly, that person will be immediately disqualified.”

Ruby, who seemed to be the least affected by her sleeplessness, put Regina’s plan into action: she grabbed a notebook and began jotting down the names of all the people who wanted to compete.


The line extended through the field and Emma knew they would have to use the first challenge to dismiss some of them.

Regina shut the window and curtains when she saw some of them whispering and pointing at her.

Emma trembled like a drug addict as Regina came closer and struck a regal pose. “I trust you feel up to working crowd control at today’s event? Unless you secretly want to participate.”

Emma refused to be baited, even if her body utterly betrayed her. Her skinny jeans looked absurd with her erection so vividly outlined by the tight fabric and her breaths were labored. “So you’re just going to let them auction you off like this?” She gestured towards the stairs where voices could be heard from outside. “You’re better than that. So are they, when they want to be.”

She felt peculiar, and sick from the idea of Regina being with anyone who dared sign up for such a degrading event.

“I don’t know if you remember, but I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” Regina spat with a glower of warning.

Emma shook her head and stomped heavily down the stairs to barge into the back garden, all but shoving people out of the way in the pursuit of her parents.

The place was swarming with people. Half of the town had crammed itself into Regina’s yard and the atmosphere was charged. Thick with pheromones, it felt almost toxic just to breathe it in.

Emma caught sight of Snow and began to stalk after her, but she never had the chance to reach her as Ruby stepped into her path.

“There you are!” Ruby announced and grabbed Emma by the shoulder, “You need to change.” She pointedly looked at the skinny jeans. “You can barely walk in those, how do you expect to fight?”

Unamused, Emma tore her arm back and leaned into Ruby’s space. “I’m not participating in this twisted game.”

“Oh yes you are,” Ruby growled back, “Take a look around you. Do you see anyone Regina would even want here?”

“How would I know what she wants?” Emma barked, her jaw jutting out as adrenaline and desire raged inside her.

Ruby’s mouth opened, then shut, then opened again as the shock on her face turned to a perplexed crease across her forehead. “You can’t be serious.” She pushed Emma back into the mansion to privately rip into her. “You’re covered in her scent! Her arousal is all over your pants, and you’re going to stand here and tell me you don’t know who she wants?”

Realization brightened Emma’s eyes and she sucked in a stuttered breath, “But she never said she wanted me.”

“Just like you never said you wanted her, but we all saw the longing glances and the way you beat down an entire mob yesterday to protect her.” Ruby narrowed her eyes and slapped Emma roughly on the arm. “You’re an idiot, Emma Swan, but thankfully you’re a strong idiot. Hurry up and put these on.”

Ruby shoved a bag into her hands. “Now get your ass outside before the tournament starts without you.”

Emma knew that Ruby was right, but pride prevented her from admitting it out loud. She pulled her clothes off, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the kitchen floor, and tugged on the loose cargo shorts and a tank top Ruby had given her. They were infinitely more comfortable than what she had been wearing, and now that she wasn’t practically crippled and her blood flow was unrestricted, she felt her body expand in ways that no longer bothered her.

She flung herself back outside and eyed up the crowd. Everyone who was participating was tying either a red or blue cloth around their wrist, and she frowned when she saw just how many were planning on taking part.

Snow ran like an awkward penguin across the field and cornered her daughter when she found her. “Emma! You’ll be needing this.”

Brandishing a blue cloth, Snow did the honors of securing it around Emma’s wrist.

“This is insane,” Emma deadpanned, though her blood was buzzing and adrenaline pumped through her like jet fuel.

“What’s insane is that you didn’t take a chance with Regina sooner,” Snow softly admonished, putting a hand on Emma’s back and guiding her though the crowd. “Didn’t you see how she was looking at you yesterday, just waiting for you to admit your true feelings for her?” Her tender, pitying look turned encouraging as David approach with one of his own suits of armor to pass on to Emma.

“Here, this should help you out for some of the events,” David explained while running his hand over the lightest-looking set of chainmail in all of the realms. “It will allow you to be quick on your toes, but also protect you. Besides, I always looked dashing in it, and you take after me.”

Snow rolled her eyes, but her criticism of David was short lived, because Regina chose that moment to exit the mansion.

The deafening uproar of the crowd would have been enough to frighten anyone back inside, and yet Regina glided in her long skirt, showing off the curve of her hips with every step she took. It might have been safer to make her entrance later, if only to avoid the clamor of her admirers, except Regina seemed prouder and more fearless than ever. She never let anyone see her agony or neediness, though many physically stronger men and women fell to the ground at her knees while she swaggered on by.

“This is going to be a blood bath,” David solemnly announced as alphas began tackling and pummeling each other, giving into their aggression.

Little John and other merry men dog-piled on top of Robin while he whined in Regina’s general direction. It was pathetic how Robin still thought he had an advantage with her or some grounds for special treatment.

Ruby flew towards the pavilion where Regina headed, and Belle followed close behind her. Belle clutched the heavy book from yesterday against her chest and spread it on a table in front of Regina.

Even at a distance, it was possible to see the pages that provided information about omegas, their sexual desirability and other details of their role. Regina sat down in a high-backed chair and gazed at the pages, her face inscrutable as she read. In a gentle show of comfort, Ruby placed a hand on her shoulder and Regina shut the book.

Regina then glared directly at Emma, only to visibly inhale in shock at the sight of the blue wristband. She attempted to beckon Emma over and Little John yelped, “Favoritism! Since when is Sheriff Swan participating?”

“She was always going to participate,” Snow insisted and began to usher the more violent of the participants towards the first challenge. “Once you all have wristbands, please go ahead and ready yourselves. You’ll have thirty minutes to prepare before every round. There are only five rounds, and just ten people will progress beyond the second round. Use your time wisely to prepare.”

“Besides, the rules say anyone can participate,” Archie piped up, shutting Little John up and startling Emma in the process. He stopped beside her and tipped his head to the side in greeting, a bashful, though intense look on his face.

Even surrounded by so many people, Emma could detect his scent.

“You’re an Alpha?” Emma whispered, then frowned as she spotted the red band around his wrist. “We’ve been trying to contact you for days to get help, but you never returned our calls.” Her aggression swelled within her chest until she stood to her full height challengingly.

“I wasn’t ready to face anyone.” Archie shrugged, a lopsided cringe the only apology he offered.

“Sure,” Emma smiled, her tone far too light and cheerful to be anything other than fake. “Why bother helping out your friends when the town’s falling to pieces when you can just show up to try to win the mayor like a fucking candy apple at the fair?”


The caged anger left Emma vibrating where she stood.


“Good luck, Sheriff Swan.” Archie calmly replied and excused himself before she could fully comprehend the change in him. Stewing indignantly, Emma pushed through the crowd as if to chase after him and collided with Mulan. “You’vegotta be fucking joking.”

“Nobody deserves to go through this alone, let alone with a brute,” Mulan stated, her eyes darting around to land on The Sheriff of Nottingham, then some of Robin’s men.

Growling low in her throat, Emma spun around, feeling a frenetic and overwhelming urge to rip the limbs off everyone in her sight. By another misstep, she bumped straight into Merida.

“Seriously?” Emma uttered, wondering just how many people she knew would be battling it out in an effort to claim Regina as theirs.

“Don’t be daft,” Merida spat, raising her chin to look intently into Emma’s eyes. The wildness was no doubt reflected in her own gaze, but Merida seemed free in it, not quite as tortured. “I’m taking part to protest this atrocious event. Nobody has the right to Regina. I plan to win so she can choose for herself.” She gave Emma a long, hard look before leaning in and whispering, “It’s your turn to be brave. If I don’t win, you better make sure that you do, or she’s going to be left to these beasts.”

Emma pressed her lips together and swallowed thickly. A newfound respect for Merida burst through her and she nodded sharply.

Regina did her rounds on the field with Ruby and Belle in tow as her guards. With constant vigilance, Regina stood separate from the practicing alphas, although her scent preceded her. Every competitor became distracted when she came near and a few men even groveled for her mercy, begging her to deliver them all to peace.

“Your Majesty, oh please your Majesty!” Doc whimpered, yanking at his bowtie as if to strangle himself and end his own misery.

Regina swallowed and ignored him, no doubt because all of this pitiful whining could shift in an instant.

The masses could easily turn on her, gang up together and demand use of her. Regina moved away from the strongest and no doubt virulent alphas. The Sheriff of Nottingham refused to practice and instead spent all of his time eyeing her up.

Her path brought her to Emma’s side, where she would be safest in close proximity of Mulan and Merida.

“May I sit here and watch you practice?” Regina politely asked, and Mulan supplied her with a chair that she cleaned with a rag before gesturing for her to sit.

Regina nodded in gratitude and perched in the chair, while Snow and David approached in protest.


“You shouldn’t be out here, Regina,” Snow argued and pointed back to the pavilion where she would be well out of harm’s way. “Some of these people have already proven themselves very unpredictable.”

“I know, Snow,” Regina replied with a squint that might have been more of a wince. She reached for Snow’s arm and pulled her down into the chair beside her. “Stay with me. I don’t want to sit alone in the pavilion for the next half hour.”

Snow faltered and then took the seat. “If you have to move to the pavilion, I’ll come with you.”

David hovered near his daughter to observe her practicing with a sword and frowned as she swung it like a baseball bat.

“Let me help you with your technique,” David requested, and then showed her the proper way to handle the weapon. “You’ll need this for the second to last round. I’m absolutely sure you’re scrappy enough to make it through the first round. All you’ll have to do is remove the wristbands from the other contestants. You’re good with sleight of hand. You should have no trouble pulling them off and getting away. The second and third rounds shouldn’t give you any problems, either. You’re strong enough to lift a log and your mother will help with archery.”

“What makes you so sure?” Emma asked, uncomfortable with the fact that her father was standing next to her when all she could think about was Regina.


The energy that surrounded them all continued to grow restless and charged with aggression.

Emma focused as best she could on the lesson, but she found herself with an intense urge to break someone’s face and learned hardly anything. Especially with Regina so close to her, and all the murmurs that her presence elicited.

She could feel Regina’s eyes on her and Emma found herself wanting to destroy everyone else for being near Regina.

Emma turned abruptly from David and strode over to the sidelines, reiterating what her mother had been saying for ten minutes. “You can’t sit here. It isn’t safe.”

“Safer than over there,” Mulan pointed out, and cast her eyes towards the pavilion where a group of alphas had begun to pace, flexing in an attempt to try and catch Regina’s eye.

A beta made a sudden lunge to get closer to Regina, pushing Merida out of the way, his eyes manic and his hands grasping. He looked like the guy who made deliveries for Game of Thorns, and Emma let out a roar as she grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the grass viciously.


“Fuck off!” Emma yelled into his flinching face.

Mulan took a fistful of his shirt and dragged him to his feet with a cold scowl, and he ran off without a glance backwards.

Emma moved to go after him, but David caught her arm, stopping her before she
did something stupid. “You can’t. You’ll be disqualified.”

“He should be disqualified,” Emma growled in frustration, her muscles straining under her shirt with unleashed power.

Regina sat transfixed by the sight of Emma’s ripped arm muscles and the fierce way she defended her. She pushed back her chair and side-eyed the alphas that tracked her every move. “If anyone lays a hand on another person before the tournament begins, I will personally come over and rip the cloth from your wrist. It will be last scrap of fabric anyone ever removes from your body, because I can and will put you down. Make no mistake about it: I am still the most powerful person in this town. Save your anger and your energy for the actual competition.”

Regina tossed a glare in Emma’s direction that expressed disappointment in her.

“I need to speak with you, Miss Swan. Ruby and Snow can be my chaperones,” Regina demanded and then stalked back towards the pavilion. With a sweep of her arms and touch of magic, she knocked the show-offs out of the way.

Snow flashed her daughter a troubled frown as she hurried after Regina while Ruby bounded ahead.

The fallen alphas got back to their feet and threatened to barge into the pavilion after Regina.

“Not a great way to win her over!” Ruby hollered. “All competitors should remain at least twenty feet from the pavilion at all times. Show some respect.”


The alphas refused to follow Ruby’s directive and defended their right to stay put. If Regina felt even the slightest fear in the face of these threats, she never showed it.

Regina stood with her hands on her hips and her back to Emma, who followed her across the field.

“I won’t allow you to endanger yourself,” Regina stated sharply, not hesitant to speak as Snow and Ruby had stepped into the pavilion.

“Any of you,” Regina clarified as she turned around, then lowered herself onto a soft cushioned bench. “Emma, some of these people are just looking for an excuse to act out. Don’t give them one.” She squared her chin and swallowed, folding her hands in her lap as she glanced between all three faces. “Beyond that, if there’s some kind of insurrection before the day is through, I want you all to leave me. There are more alphas here than I would have expected us to have in this town, and if any of you risk yourselves on my behalf, I’m going to be more worried about you than I am about getting away. If it happens, you will all heed my word and go. I won’t debate it.”

Ruby opened her mouth and lifted her arms in silent protest, her eyes conveying fire and sympathy.

Snow stared straight ahead at Regina, unflinching even as she put out a hand to stop Emma from engaging in an argument. “Emma, don’t.”

They all tacitly agreed that no one would be abandoning Regina, although they all seemed ready to dispute the issue if necessary.

Regina peered up at Emma through long eyelashes, unblinking as she lifted her skirt and ripped her slip. She offered the torn fabric to Emma, heavy with her scent. “Use this to distract your toughest competition.”

Emma was already on the verge of an outburst, so it was no real surprise that she grabbed the fabric with an indignant hiss. “I’m not cheating!”

She tucked material into her pocket as if it were a hanky and not something akin to crack that she couldn’t wait to huff in private. It didn’t even cross her mind that there were entirely too many people to even try that. She just knew that she desperately wanted to press her nose into the torn slip and inhale until her lungs burned and the only thing left in the world was Regina.

“It’s not worth the risk,” Emma huffed, as if that accounted for pocketing the heavily scented material.

Ruby quirked an eyebrow, a slight flicker of amusement shining in her eyes as she looked to where Emma’s hand was still in her pocket, clutching the fabric possessively.

Emma blatantly ignored the look from Ruby, and when she did pull her hand free, she not so subtly wiped her nose, inhaling deeply to get a fix of Regina.

“She’s right, Regina,” Snow pressed, actively looking anywhere but at Emma. “What if someone saw, or she dropped it? It would start a riot and you know it.”

“I’m with them on this,” Ruby declared, side eyeing Emma and the proud way she stood at attention in all sense of the word. “There might be more alphas than we anticipated, but none of them are saviors. Emma’s got this.”

Emma tipped her head back and raised her chin with an arrogant smirk on her
face.

Regina held her hand out with her palm up to claim back her gift, and when Emma failed to turn it over, she strode over to take it herself. Her hand remained in Emma’s pocket longer than necessary and she leaned in fully, close enough for her soft exhale to fall on Emma’s neck.

“And what if she doesn’t?” Regina asked and pushed her hand against her diaphragm as though pained and unable to breathe. She returned to her bench with downcast eyes. “It’s no matter. I agreed to this. There isn’t much time left.  Emma, you should go prepare somewhere away from me. I appreciate you trying to win this to protect me. But all of this new and very different sexual chemistry might be affecting your brain—”

“New?” Ruby laughed in disbelief, and then froze up when she realized Regina was still straight-faced. “You know what, nevermind. Emma’s going to go practice. Right, Emma?” She placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder and gave her an encouraging shove towards the door.

Emma grunted in response, her throat constricted. All the blood in her veins was pumping furiously to her cock and she had to restrain herself from demanding the fabric back. It was irrational and ridiculous, but she wanted to flip the closest table and, if not for Ruby pushing her away, she would have done it.


“She thinks I can’t win,” Emma complained, furious that Regina would doubt her right before the tournament. “I’ll show her. I’ll show everyone.”

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Ruby’s eyes widened comically, but she didn’t seem surprised by the transformation in her best friend. “That’s the spirit.” She smirked and used her elbow to nudge Emma. “You’re going to need that anger to make it through every round.” She paused, crinkling her brow as they made their way back towards Merida and Mulan. “Well, most of the rounds.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emma snapped in aggravation.

She felt unhinged, like her blood was liquid fire, and every second she stood still was a second too long. She needed to hit something, or tear someone apart.

“It means that the third round is archery, and you’re probably going to fail it,” Mulan stated bluntly, her eyes intense as she sized Emma up. “Pity. You’d have made a good adversary.”

Emma’s nostrils flared as she clenched her fists, and it took every ounce of her strength not to punch Mulan in her smug face. “Oh, I’m going to--”

“Train with me.” Merida suddenly cut her off and thrust her bow into Emma’s hands. “This way, you walking hunk of muscle.”

Emma refused to budge and only moved when Merida and Ruby pushed her forward, glaring the whole time at Mulan, who looked unfazed by her behavior.

From across the field, Snow anxiously watched her daughter practice at holding a bow. She frowned at the technique and the adjustments Merida made when grabbing Emma’s hands and pushing them to the right locations on the weapon.

Snow rushed over to give her own instructions and the training time ended with vast improvements in Emma’s aim.

Regina retreated back into her pavilion after Snow left, shutting the curtains behind her.

Only when the trumpets signaled the start to the event did she re-emerge.

As a united front, David and Snow approached a raised platform where a podium from town hall awaited them.


“We all know why we’re gathered here,” David solemnly announced. “Some might consider this tradition barbaric, while others feel it’s the only way to resolve our current town crisis. Regina has consented to this reluctantly.” He let that hang in the air and stole a fleeting glance at Regina, as if wondering if it was too late to call the entire event off.

“She shouldn’t have a choice in this!” shouted one of his own guardsmen.

Among the gatherers, everyone expressed an opinion — some even discussing the degrading things they wanted to do to the Queen.

Regina held herself at the elbows as she overheard some of their more brutal ideas. She began to hurry back towards her house, no doubt driven by the instinct to escape, but the crowd circled around her and threatened to swallow her up.

By some miracle, Regina stepped out of their ranks and into Emma’s path, where Snow then came to collect her. Snow ushered her up onto the platform and Regina shivered involuntarily at the crazed stares of the audience.

Snow stood shoulder-to-shoulder with David and reached for the microphone. “This will be a fair competition and a respectable one, or we’ll end this before it begins.” She didn’t pause for an instant to let that threat sink in, or give anyone the chance to argue. “Now get into your starting positions. If you lose the scrap of cloth tied at your wrist, you’re out. You must immediately go to the sidelines.”

The competitors spread out instantly, giving themselves room to dodge or defend while simultaneously looking for the easy-pickings.

Three of Regina’s former guards fanned out around Emma, as if they had been conspiring to take her down first.

“When I sound the horn, you begin,” Snow informed the crowd, raising an airhorn high and holding off for just a second more.

Then Snow blasted the horn loudly, and chaos broke out with men rushing at each other at full charge while screaming.

Flanked on all sides, Emma sneered, baring her teeth as the first lunged at her. She spun quickly, swinging her fist downward to punch him solidly in the gut hard enough to make him stumble.

His friend saw an opportunity and took it by jumping on his back.

Outraged screaming ensued while the third guy rushed at Emma. She took him head on, ramming her shoulder into his chest. They both fell, scrambling over one another, his large hand pressing into her face to try and pin her to the grass while he grabbed for her wrists.

Emma bucked under him, twisting roughly to knee him straight in the groin. He howled in pain, immediately curling in on himself, and Emma grabbed his arm and wrenched the cloth off it.

Her victory was short lived, because as she pushed herself onto her feet, someone barreled into her hard enough to send them both flying. Strong arms were around her waist with crushing force and Emma dug her heels into the grass for leverage as she pulled back to see.

“Archie?” Emma gasped.

“Nothing personal, Emma,” Archie grunted, snagging her by the back of her pants to prevent her from gaining leverage. “But I need this more than you know.”

That was the worst thing he could have said, because the rage Emma felt earlier was nothing compared to how she felt now.

Letting out a furious growl that sounded more animal than human, Emma hunched over as much as possible, tucking her wrist with the cloth around it into her abdomen while she swung her other elbow wildly backwards.

She didn’t care where she hit him, she only hoped that she did, and after a furious moment, she finally caught him in the side of the face, knocking him around enough to wriggle out of his grasp.

He made a grab for her foot, and she kicked back roughly with her other one, crushing his fingers.

Archie let out a hiss of pain and let go, and she took off across the lawn.

All over the field, contestants grappled to rip the cloths off the wrists of their adversaries.

Little John rolled three merry men off his back and dragged Robin through the dirt towards the sidelines. Mulan evaded two royal guardsmen, only to knock their heads together and take both of their cloths.

Nottingham flung one of the dwarves into a tent and then rounded on Merida, who dashed away from him at top speed and ran to give Emma back-up.

“Reminds me of Black Friday shopping, except people aren’t fighting over flat screen TVs,” David admitted to Ruby, who stood prepared to spray them all down with the garden hose.

“If anyone so much as steps in this direction, I’m soaking them,” Ruby vowed with a nod. “Snow is going to referee and make sure that the losers actually get off the field.”

True to her word, Snow called out the losers by name and requested they join the other spectators.

The odor of the alphas and betas must have overwhelmed Regina’s senses, because she was pale and forced to sit down. At the same time, her own fragrance covered the field with an intoxicating richness so thick that everyone could practically taste her in the air.

Snow dismissed Dopey and Sneezy, a group of her own guards and a shoemaker. She continued making cuts until David blew a whistle to end the first competition.

Twenty final competitors remained on the field, tending to injuries or wiping mud off themselves while keeping a safe distance from each other.

“You have thirty minutes to get ready for round two!” Snow called and made her way over to check on Emma, who was winded but otherwise unharmed.

“Well done, Emma,” Snow beamed, noticing how Regina’s gaze never roamed away from them. “I think you’ve even impressed Regina, and not just because you’re here to defend her honor.”

With her hands pressed against her lower back, Emma tried to catch her breath. Sweat trickled down her brow and she was covered in clumps of dirt and grass.

“You think so?” Emma asked, her eyes finding Regina’s as she puffed up and stood tall. She might have looked a mess, but she felt ready for anything — buzzing with unspent energy that was just bursting to get out.

“She looks delighted that you’re still on your feet.” Snow confided with a knowing smile.

Wiping the muck off her face, Emma snorted back, “She looks like she’s going to burn me to a crisp the first chance she gets.”

Merida leaned in, casually dusting off her own debris to add subtly, “Worry can bring that out in people.”

Emma hummed low in her throat, too distracted by the scent of Regina to even care if she got fire-balled. She would risk it just to stand next to her, to have Regina’s scent envelop her.

Snow returned to David as Ruby walked up, a sly smirk curving her lips as she spotted the tent in Emma’s pants. She followed her gaze and couldn’t help but laugh when she found Regina staring back.

“Want me to hose that with cold water?” Ruby asked lightly.

“What?” Emma asked, her confusion turning to a mixture of pride and embarrassment as she muttered, “Don’t even think about it or I’ll rip your arms off.”

“Save it for the field,” Merida chimed in, then cast a curious look to the giant logs that had been fashioned into battering rams. They had magically appeared, thanks to the Blue Fairy. “What’s with the logs?”

“Next challenge,” Ruby explained. “First ten to carry one to the finish line at the end of the garden goes through to round three.”

“How the hell do you train for that?” Emma sputtered, earning a grin from Ruby.

“You don’t, if you’re smart. You two follow me while all the idiots drain their energy by showing off.” Ruby led then to one of the tents where she stowed a few containers from Granny’s with breakfast. “Figured you’d both be starving. Hardly anyone’s been remembering to eat since all of this began.”

“Thank you,” Emma blurted, grabbing half a grilled cheese to devour in three bites.

Merida ate her share of the grilled cheese without complaint as she sized up the remaining contenders in the tournament. “We’d best be hopin’ that Little John isn’t as good with a bow and arrow as the rest of the merry men.”

“He’s definitely got a height and weight advantage on Emma,” Ruby agreed and opened another container of fries to place in front of her friends.

Gasps and shouts from the field threw Ruby into quick action and she ran out to check on the commotion.

The competitors pressed around the platform where Regina had fainted both from fatigue and the storm of alpha hormones that raged around her. She still remained on her back, although she curled in on herself as David and Ruby hovered.

“I’m fine,” Regina asserted, even as she stayed down on the platform. “I just need to lie here for a moment, and I’ll get back on my feet.”

Whale jogged over and flashed a penlight in her eyes, which blinded and must have irritated her enough to smack him.

“It’s alright, everyone,” Whale announced to the crowd with a grand gesture and smug grin. “Her Majesty is just so sex-deprived that she’s practically delirious. Nothing to worry about, as we’ll have the cure for her in no time.”

Raucous laughter and cheering erupted, from the stands and some of the remaining competitors. A few even hollered exactly how they planned to cure her, and Emma bared her teeth at all of them.


“Over my dead body,” Emma snarled.

She grabbed one of the thick chocolate milkshakes Ruby had brought and combined all the side salads into an empty container, and then rushed over to Regina as David helped her back onto her feet.

“You need to eat,” Emma insisted firmly, handing off the shake and salad with a look that said Regina had better listen.

“I have something she can wrap her lips around,” one of the guys in the stands barked, his hand on his crotch as he winked at Regina.

Emma cocked her head, her narrowed eyes assessing his wrists to note that didn’t have a cloth around either, and then she moved as if to put him in his place.

Merida grabbed her by the elbow, hissing quietly, “You can’t hit him. He’s already lost.”

Emma bristled, visibly shaking from the sheer amount of rage her frame contained, and then smirked dangerously as she shouted back at the idiot. “Small things usually come with choking warnings! Where’s yours?”

That did the trick. He let out a strangled roar and charged only for David to restrain him.

“Calm down!” David demanded, shoving him back towards the stands.

Regina still sat doubled-over and it looked like it took her true effort to force herself into an upright position. She grabbed Emma by the wrist to prevent her from fighting anyone. It felt like an electric charge, zapping through their skin and releasing both endorphins and adrenaline.

“Emma,” Regina scolded, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “You should have better sense than to provoke anyone. Use your head.”

Emma took her hand back with a low and pained rumble in the back of her throat. Regina’s skin burned through her and overpowered her senses. She shook from the contact, jittery and on edge with an erection so hard that the seams of her pants began to strain.


“Eat,” Emma repeated through clenched teeth and stepped back before she lost control of herself.

Snow saw the conflict on Regina’s face and stepped up to announce sharply, “The second round is about to start! All of our competitors, please make your way to the other side of the yard and stand behind a log.”

With everyone gearing up for the next round, it gave Regina the freedom to eat in peace.

Emma stormed off with Merida by her side. She felt crazed, all she could think about was sleeping with Regina, having her scent and arousal all over her.


Images of forcefully taking her from behind flourished in Emma’s imagination, and she thought of all the rooms and all the positions she could have her in the mansion. Insatiable, unwavering need took hold of Emma and she all but dropped to her knees when she reached the start line.

A quick look around said she wasn’t the only one that felt it. Almost all of the contestants were hunched over, a cold sweat covering their brow as they breathed raggedly.

“At the sound of the horn, lift one of the battering rams and carry it to the finish line,” Snow bellowed. “The first ten to cross the line with it will go on to round three

Silence fell as everyone readied themselves. Merida and Mulan looked just as determined as Emma. Whale appeared confidently cocky, and Archie had taken his shirt off to reveal a six pack that took everyone by surprise.


Robin had his eyes on Regina, and Emma found herself fantasizing about gouging them out, but then the horn blared to life and everyone moved to action.

Emma let out a strained grunt and wrapped her arms around the huge log. It was heavier than it looked. All the tendons in her neck popped out from the effort she exerted, but she managed to hoist it up in a fluid motion and held it in position with not only her arms, but her stomach, too. Gritting her teeth, she took off across the grass, her feet moving as fast as she could make them. Behind her she could hear others groaning and hissing, but she never looked back.

The second she crossed the line, Emma dropped the damn thing and tried to catch her breath. She turned to watch everyone else, and her eyes widened when she saw the only one even close to the halfway mark was Little John.

Robin stared at her with a mixture of shock and hatred, while Merida tried not to laugh or she would crush her feet. Whale surprisingly was neck and neck with Archie, and Mulan’s stoic expression gave nothing away.

Tillman moved ahead of Robin, then suddenly fell forward, but the Sheriff of Nottingham paced himself, going five steps before stopping to breathe.

Others were still stuck at the starting line, having tired their muscles with all their posturing and flexing from before.

The sudden noise of a horn went off, signaling that the round was over. Nine other contestants had finally reached the finishing line.

Regina stared at the final champions, who seemed eager to put their paws all over her.

Even Mulan took the time to shyly check her out, and Regina stormed back to the pavilion, where she closed and tied the curtains behind her. During the archery round, she refused to emerge or so much as peek her head out from the shelter.

Emma waited for her to show up while trying to focus on hitting targets.

Regina’s curiosity must have piqued when she heard someone shouting about an arrow in Bashful’s arm. She begrudgingly reappeared in case anyone required healing and moved along the sidelines to get a glimpse of the injuries. Several people were crowded around Bashful and she pushed through them all to rip the arrow out, then let the magic flow from her fingertips to close up the gushing wound.

“Oh, oh,” groaned Bashful, blushing furiously as he wrapped his newly healed arm around Regina’s ankle. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop touching me.”

To Emma’s utter disgust, Bashful began kissing the top of Regina’s shoe and she had to shake her leg to get him off.

“I might have saved you from a mortal wound, but if you don’t back away now, I’m going to inflict another one,” Regina warned.

Bashful scurried away from her and sat in the dirt among all of the other dwarves.

Regina’s dress swung out around her as she turned and glared at the ten contenders who were lining up to continue the round.

A few waved in an attempt to keep Regina’s attention on them longer, and a couple even blew kisses.

Emma did neither, and met Regina’s glare head on with a raised eyebrow.

She was standing in public and everyone could clearly see that she was packing more than arrows, but so was everyone else, mostly.

The time for feeling ashamed of her raging desires wasn’t during a round involving projectiles. Hell, Archie had already accidentally skewered Bashful, and Whale had misfired into the crowd as he tried to take aim.

Everyone stood in a line, bows at the ready. Merida gave Emma a nod, her unwavering confidence contagious as Emma sucked in a deep breath and tried to ignore the way her body throbbed with need. She could feel her pulse in her fingertips, could smell Regina in the air, and something primal inside her tried to break free.

Taking aim, Emma held her breath, closed one eye, and watched the tip of the arrow bounce and quiver with her racing heartbeat.

The harder she tried to hold steady, the worse it became until she remembered something crucial. She had magic.

Standing straight and with complete focus, she allowed the tingle to race through her veins, shimmering from her fingers as she released the string and sent her arrow hurtling into the target with such precision that Merida let out a pleased yell.

Robin let one out, too, but it was a far cry from pleased as he pointed angrily, “You couldn’t hit a target two feet away. You’re cheating!”

Emma sneered at him. “I used my natural talent. You’re the one with the magical bow, dipshit!”

“Wait he’s got a magic bow?” Whale asked, leaning forward to glare at Robin, “Is that permitted?”

“Any arrow he shoots will hit its target!” Emma yelled.

That provoked Archie and a few others who had missed the bullseye to circle around Robin like a pack of hungry wolves ready to tear him apart.

“I don’t need it,” Robin yelped, throwing his bow down in order to pull Little John’s from his hands. “I’ll prove it.”

The idiot scrambled to take an arrow from Mulan, who looked at him with resentment. He pivoted and raised the bow, firing at the target again, only to watch in horror as the arrow embedded itself into Regina’s back door and splintered the wood.

“N-no, I can do this!” Robin spluttered, reaching for another arrow.

“This isn’t best out of three,” Nottingham scoffed, slapping Robin’s hand away with a grin so wide he looked more animal than human. “As much as I’d love to watch you humiliate yourself with this pathetic display, there’s a competition to be won. Just not by you.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to any of this,” Regina huffed out gravely as she took in all of the quarrels and clear displays of arrogance on the field in front of her.

Nottingham strode towards her and bowed with a grin that said he had forgotten his past mistakes. “You look like you need to lie down, my Queen. That tight dress must be restrictive. Shall I loosen the laces for you?”

His attitude revealed how much he already considered himself the victor and Regina looked like she was considering luring him closer just so she could twist his arm again.

Emma glared at the bastard and held tight to her bow. It shocked her when Regina did the opposite of what she expected.

Regina stepped closer to Nottingham to let him open up a few of her laces while Emma looked on with a deadly glint in her eyes.

“The next challenge should require very little effort on my part,” Nottingham assured them all, with a brief glance at Little John and the other three left in the competition. Mulan, Merida and Emma were all rivals he clearly thought were beneath him.

Regina touched her neck coquettishly and looked like she was enjoying Emma’s flushed and furious appearance. “Little John is likely to be your toughest competition. Best of luck.”

Little John had his sight set on Mulan, and Merida flanked Emma, hissing softly, “Be strategic. Little John is slower, but he’s going to hit the hardest in the melee. Nottingham is like a weasel. You can fend him off and get rid of him at any time.”

“He was all over Regina,” Emma snarled back.


The fury bubbling under the surface so hot her skin felt like it was blistering.

“If we all work to get rid of the biggest, you can take him out next,” Merida reasoned. “We only get one shot at this. Be smart.”

Emma ignored her.

As Little John swung his sword at Mulan, who effortlessly blocked but was pushed back by the brute force, Nottingham saw his chance and raised his blade to attack him. He would have landed the strike if not for Emma who rushed forward and kicked him roughly in the ass.

“Daft it is, then,” Merida sighed, moving fast with her sword held high.

Nottingham stumbled forward, one knee landing in the grass, but he recovered fast and pivoted to face Emma. He laughed, as if it were absurd that she would even challenge him and gestured in her face. “Some advice from one Sheriff to another, don’t take on more than you can handle. The Queen will be mine.”

Emma gestured back, but it was obscene as she lunged at him, smashing her blade down against his with a vicious bark. “No, she won’t, she’s mine!”

Merida caught sight of Mulan struggling and darted off. She blocked Little John’s blade an inch from slicing into Mulan’s face and growled with the effort it took to keep him back.

Little John grabbed Merida by the shoulder and shoved her aside, sending her skidding on her ass. He let out a roar at Mulan, who managed to run off, and swung his arm back to elbow Merida in the ribs before she could raise her blade.

“She wants me to win so I can bed her,” Nottingham boasted, getting into Emma’s space as their swords scraped together between them. “I knew she always had a thing for me, ever since her mother tried to set us up. It was only a matter of time before she called me back to finish what we started that night.”

Pure, undiluted rage descended over Emma, covering everything in a red and pulsing mist. She let out a scream so raw and feral that he flinched, but she never saw it as she drew her head back to smash it against his skull. The sound of his nose breaking echoed through her forehead, and Nottingham let out a strangled cry of pain as blood gushed from his nostrils.

Little John had Merida by the throat as he fended off Mulan. It was a dirty tactic, but one that he had no problem using.

Mulan was fast, but her precision worked against her as her blade sliced through the air.

Little John spun with Merida, letting her go at the last moment so that the blow meant for him landed on her. Mulan’s sword cut through Merida’s leather armor and tore open the skin on her arm.

Merida hissed in pain and defeat, and made her way to the sidelines to get medical attention.

Emma sprinted to them, her sword clutched to her side, but instead of stopping as she had intended, Little John grabbed her by the arm and flung her forward, using her momentum to bowl her across the grass.

By the time Emma skidded to a halt, Little John had managed to grab Mulan’s wrist, preventing her sword from reaching him. He used his blade to slash across her hand and the horn blared to end the round.

“Fuck,” Emma spat.

“I tried to tell you,” Merida muttered from behind her as Blue healed her wound. “You don’t want to get into a fist fight with a bear, but now you’re about to do just that.”


Emma should have listened to the sound advice, but she was too distracted. Puffing herself up to stand at her full height, her arm muscles straining beneath her skin, she held herself proudly for Regina’s approach.

Regina flaunted herself in front of all the losers and then strode towards Emma. She made it seem like she wanted to congratulate her and then swerved at the last instant to approach Little John instead. “Please go easy on Emma. You outmatch her.”

Pain radiated through Emma, changing with every harsh breath until it felt like her heart was a giant ember, her blood molten as it seared every vein with each beat. “Like hell he does!”

Regina ran her hand over her cleavage absently and sucked her inner cheek. Little John gawked down at her and snorted with an awkward laugh.

Radiating smug energy, Regina strolled over to Emma at a casual pace. She peered at the marks on the back of Emma’s pants and took plenty of time to admire her ass.


“Nice grass stains. You look like you belong in a laundry detergent commercial.”

Regina’s scent fell around them like a magical fog, which not only clouded Emma’s mind, but strengthened every urge she felt.

That ridiculing remark sparked off the tension between them, and Emma stepped into Regina’s personal space with a low growl. “You look like you belong on your hands and knees.” Losing herself to the potent pull of Regina, Emma inhaled deeply, her breath warm as she exhaled in Regina’s face, “In my bed.”

Regina’s eyes flashed with indignation as she bared her teeth in a dangerous snarl, “How dare you speak to me that way?” She jabbed two fingers against Emma’s chainmail suit. “You don’t have the guts for that. Quite literally, I don’t expect you to have the guts for it: Little John is ready to eviscerate you. Make sure you dodge his left swing.”

The uproar of the crowd and protesting shouts of the merry men snapped Regina’s attention back. She tore herself away dramatically and rushed from the field.

Anger, lust, arousal and gratitude all swirled together within Emma, making her stumble as Regina walked off. She felt like a bomb contained in flesh just ready to go off. She shook violently, a tremble that was neither intimidating or enticing, and she loathed how weak it made her appear.

The words of warning were encouraging, but the talk of her skull being smashed open like some bloody pinata? Not so much.

Emma channeled her frenetic emotions towards Little John, who sneered back at her as he flexed. Evidently all the ego-stroking worked on him, and Emma felt resentment rise in her throat.

“Was that really the best way to tell her you want to mate her?” Ruby asked. She was amused but smart enough to keep that to herself.

Emma hadn’t even heard her approaching, and she let out a heavy, throaty sigh. “She started it, and she keeps touching everyone except me.”

Ruby snorted, schooling her expression as Emma glared at her. “I’m sure she did, but come on, do you really think she wants that on top of her?”

Ruby nodded towards Little John, who was chugging an energy drink. They watched as he finished with a loud belch and his friends let out a cheer. “Thrusting like there’s no tomorrow?”

Disgust caused Emma’s lips to tug downwards, her nose wrinkling as she spat to rid herself of the bad taste it left in her mouth. “Don’t make me think of that, because I will kill him.”

“You should think about it,” Ruby smirked, eyeing Regina, who was staring at Emma from the pavilion. “A little jealousy really gets you going.”

Emma felt rabid. If she were a dog, she would be frothing, but she wasn’t, and all she could do was glare murderously at Little John while breathing heavily. “I hate him.”


She knew her attitude was irrational and yet she couldn’t help the way she truly wanted to bring him to his knees, to inflict intense pain onto him until everyone could see that Regina belonged with her.

Merida hurried onto the field with a bottle of water for Emma, and Ruby continued to give her a pep talk.

“Your biggest advantage is that he doesn’t think you’re a challenge. You’re fast. Use that. Wear him out, because if he grabs you before he’s tired…”

“I’d be screwed,” Emma finished Ruby’s sentence with a grimace.

“No, that would be Regina.” Merida stated dryly. “You’d just be hospitalized.”

“How is that supposed to help me?” Emma barked in her face, but Merida didn’t even flinch as she hissed back, “By learning restraint. One wrong move and you’re down. He isn’t about to let you back up, so listen to what she’s saying and plan a strategy, because if you go against him with the same blind rage as you did Nottingham, then you might as well hand Regina to him with a bow stuck to her.”

Emma sputtered indignantly, though no words formed on her tongue.

Merida’s advice caused an avalanche of self-doubt and panic inside of her, but it was anger directed towards herself.

“Breathe,” Ruby urged, placing her hand on Emma’s shoulder in a display of solidarity.

“Is it always like this for you?” It was a question that Emma had wondered about in the past, but she hadn’t thought to ask. “All of these urges?”

“Sure, around the full moon, I really feel it, but most of the time it’s not so bad.” Ruby cocked her head to the side, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she confided, “I’ve had years to prepare and get used to it though. The rest of you have been dealing with it for five minutes, and I don’t envy you one bit.”

“You had better drink up,” Merida warned, spotting the way Little John stood huddled with some of the Merry men, no doubt conspiring against Emma. She handed another bottle over to Emma, filled to the brim with ice and water. “The round is about to start.”

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Little John let out a raucous laugh and his eyes followed Emma as she darted out of his reach with the same calculated intensity of a wolf pursuing a deer.

“You honestly think you could satisfy a woman better than me?” He lunged suddenly, narrowly missing her face with his large fist as he bragged, “I’ve been inside many women, and they all came back for more. Regina will be no different.”

Emma dropped her gaze to Little John’s crotch with a derisive snort, “I doubt it. I guess that’s why they call you Little John, huh?”

It was asinine, but worked like a charm. The crowd behind her laughed and she jeered along. Nothing wounded a man’s ego more, and Little John let out a sudden bellow and barreled towards her like a bull let loose.

Predictable, but faster than anticipated.

Emma tried to dive out of the way, and Little John clipped her shoulder. He sent her flying backwards, ass first into a tent. The impact winded her, and something she landed on snapped with the force.

“Fuck,” Emma groaned, getting up as the tent caved in on itself and enveloped her. She swung her arms wildly to try and free herself, aware that she looked less threatening than a ghost on Scooby Doo.

The crowd broke into fits of rowdy laughter.

Little John steadied himself and grabbed for the cloth that covered her, tugging it roughly to pull Emma back into the makeshift arena. He carried the tent like a burlap sack with a scrawny cat fighting to get out of it.

“Regina wanted me to go easy on you,” Little John confided and swung her roughly to send her soaring back into full view of everyone to humiliate her. “But I’m going to snap you like a twig.”

Emma untangled herself just in time to see him striding towards her with a menacing glare, and she pushed herself onto her feet with a stubborn, albeit cocky attitude just to spite him.


“You smell worse than a bag of manure that’s been left to rot in the sun,” Emma sardonically remarked, lifting her hands up to beckon him closer. “And you look like someone stitched a scrotum to a bear carcass and backed over it in a truck.”

“You have a smart mouth! We’ll how smart it is when I break your jaw!” Little John snarled viciously, throwing out his right fist the second he got close enough.

Emma ducked the blow, but didn’t see his left swing until it struck her in the face. Staggering backwards, she belatedly realized that was the one Regina had warned her about before the match.


Blinking furiously to clear her vision, Emma felt the burning sting of her split lip before she tasted the coppery tang of blood.

“Not laughing now, are you, Swan?” Little John gloated, making a grab for her. His thick fingers curled around her forearm and he yanked her closer to wrap his muscled arms around her.

“Fuck, you’re soaked in sweat...” Emma gasped, struggling in his grip as he tightened slowly around her, squeezing the air from her lungs. “You’re really bad at giving hugs.”

Ignoring the way she strained against him, Little John lifted her up as though she weighed nothing. “I’m going to pound you first, and then I’m going to pound Regina.” He tightened his arms as if he had done this before. “Let’s see how long it takes to crush your ribcage.”

“Let’s not,” Emma wheezed, her body straining from the pressure like a balloon close to popping.


Sagging into him, Emma did the only thing she could, and opened her mouth to bite fiendishly into his shoulder.

Little John let out a feral sounding roar, but kept his hold on her, and Emma retaliated by clamping her jaws harder, breaking through his skin until he pushed her off with a yell. “You fucking bit me, you rabid wench!”

Emma sneered darkly, her teeth and chin smeared in his blood as she rasped, “What’s the matter, Little Dick, can’t take the pain?”

He threw his fist again, wildly and recklessly, and she blocked it with her arm, bringing her knee up fast and hard to slam into his crotch. Little John dropped like a demolished building, smashing into the grass with a pained groan that echoed through the men in the crowd.

Emma threw her hands into the air, though her victory was short lived as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down to his level.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Little John barked into her face, pinning her with his weight as he wrapped his large hands around her throat and pressed down hard.

Emma uselessly tried to claw his hands off. Pain and desperation weaved together as her lips parted for air that she couldn’t suck in.

“Emma won’t be able to walk once I’m done with her,” Little John shouted, losing himself to the animalistic rage that forced his hands to clench around Emma’s neck.

The panic in Emma died at his words, replaced entirely by a sickening rage that twisted through her gut and threatened to burst out of her chest. She grabbed Little John’s ears and dug her nails in as she wrenched them without mercy.

His hands left her throat, and the sound of his shouting was drowned by the frenetic beating of Emma’s heart.


“You’ll rip them off!”

“I’ll rip something off!" Emma screamed into his face and threw her fist into his face with a satisfying crunch. He rolled off her, sputtering from his broken nose, but she wasn’t done. Kneeling on his chest, Emma delivered three more rapid, brutal punches that left him bloodied and dazed. “Submit, you son of a bitch, or I swear I’ll end you right here. Submit!”

David and Ruby rushed over, grabbing her by the arms to lift her off, but she grabbed onto his shirt, shaking him as she yelled in his face, “Say it!”

“He can’t!” David rumbled, “Emma he can’t! You knocked him out!”

Emma snarled and let him go. She watched as his head lolled onto the grass, limp, and only then did she back off. “The things he said…”

“Yeah, I heard,” Ruby announced, shrugging at David’s bewildered look. “Wolf hearing.”

Regina watched the spectacle from afar.  She swept the long dark hair away from her face as she took in the sight of her crazed champion: Emma, covered in blood and staggering across the field with a wild gleam in her eyes.

“Get out of my way!” Regina shouted and rushed through the crowd to get to Emma. She stalked close and reached out to grip Emma’s chin.


Magic gently repaired the split in Emma’s lip and radiated outward to heal her other battle wounds.

Regina bided her time until Emma looked totally normal and then delivered a swift slap to her cheek. “That’s for how you spoke to me before the last round.”


To Emma’s surprise, Regina also followed that up with a hard kiss on the mouth. She latched onto Emma’s bottom lip and sucked, flicking her tongue softly over the spot that had been injured. The kiss lasted long enough to make everyone in the surrounding area fall silent and still.

“That’s for emerging as the victor,” Regina explained with a raspy sound to her voice, then grabbed Emma firmly by the hand and led her away from the field. “You need to shower. My magic might have taken care of your injuries, but it didn’t help with how you smell.”

After that kiss Emma knew instinctively that Regina was hers. They were meant to be, they were always meant to be, and Emma opened her mouth to say something eloquent and beautiful but all that came out was something ridiculous. “Hey, you also smell awful from sweating in the sun all day.”

Emma’s mouth also watered at the aroma of Regina’s pheromones, and she could still smell the arousal that clung to her despite the clear odor. She longed to taste her, to sink her teeth into soft skin and taste the salt upon it.

“Oh, I intentionally made myself smell like this,” Regina replied with a little flick of her fingers that dropped an aromatic enchantment from her person. “If anyone else had won, I was determined to repulse them. Unfortunately, I don’t think my magic trick was all that effective.”

People moved aside, some gawking while others cheered. Ruby and Merida clapped Emma on the back in victory, Mulan nodded out of respect, and Archie couldn’t look her in the eye. Robin and Little John stood off to the sides, bickering and pointing towards them. Emma smugly flipped them off and ducked inside Regina’s kitchen. She slammed the door shut and locked it behind her before anyone got the bright idea to follow them.

Without making any pretenses about it, Regina started towards the stairs.

“Should we go up to the bedroom?” Regina asked and began to undo the laces at the back of her corseted dress. “I imagine you want to collect your reward.”

Leaning back against the door, Emma fought the haze of her mind, the demand of her hormones, and the pull of Regina. “Actually, I’d like a drink. Then a shower.”

Emma smiled tightly, and stepped towards the fridge, using the huge door as a brief shield to mask the pain and desire that had her grimacing. She wanted Regina more than she wanted to breathe right then, and it made her almost delirious.

Being so close to Regina and not taking her was more difficult than the whole damn tournament. Every inch of Emma strained with barely contained animalistic urges, but she couldn’t succumb to them when Regina so clearly expected nothing less from her.

Emma grabbed a bottle of cider and wrenched the cap off to slug back a good mouthful or two. It was crisp and tangy, and as cold as the look Regina was no doubt directing towards the back of her head.

She couldn’t hide forever, and with a determined scowl, she slammed the fridge shut and stalked towards the stairs, her heated gaze undressing Regina with every step.


“Spell or not you should take a shower with me,” Emma stated, her tone a mixture of gravel and syrup.

She wasn’t asking, and before Regina could respond, Emma lifted her up in her strong arms and carried her straight to the master bathroom.

Being in that position left Regina’s hair wild around her face. She made a painstaking effort to fix it as soon as Emma set her down. “Fine, I suppose I could do with a shower. Right this way.”

They stepped into the en suite bathroom, and Regina turned the handle inside of her glass shower to set the perfect temperature. Regina gave Emma a wide berth and stayed along the wall while they both stripped down. She exhaled in relief when her lungs expanded, no longer held in tight by the boning in her corset.


Catching Emma’s eye from across the bathroom, Regina halted and flung her corset onto the floor.


“I see you looking,” Regina remarked. “We set the rules of the tournament for a reason, didn’t we? You’re entitled to have me, Emma, but are you strong enough to take what’s yours?”

Emma dropped her chainmail to the side and rolled her shoulders to ease the tension in them. She peeled her sweat-soaked shirt off and her bra, and then reached for her belt.


“Strong enough? After everything I’ve just gone through, you’re still criticizing me?”

Nostrils flared and eyes narrowed, Emma raised her chin defiantly and pushed her pants down to her ankles, leaving herself bare and on display. Though she didn’t look down, she sure as hell watched as Regina dropped her gaze. The way she gulped left Emma smirking.

Settling her hands on her waist, Emma angled her hips forward, ensuring her large erection stood proudly under Regina’s watch.


“Looks like I’m not the only one staring now,” Emma scoffed, the smugness on her face almost confrontational as she stalked towards Regina and stopped just shy of touching her. “Like what you see, Regina?”

Just as it seemed she would lean in to kiss Regina, Emma turned suddenly to step into the hot spray of the shower with a low command. “Get in. We’re wasting water.”

Emma’s not so subtle way of flaunting her power had an instant effect. Regina dragged her eyes away and took refuge in the shower, where the steam blanketed the fresh sweat on her body. She did her best to appear relaxed.

Emma stood behind her and pressed against her backside with her impossibly large and imposing cock.


“I’ve heard rumors about this strange curse,” Regina murmured. “Whisperings in the crowd today. In fact, some people were taking bets on the competition and whether the winner will get me pregnant. Did you know about that, Emma? Did you know that if you ‘knot’ with me, that might happen?”

“No, I didn’t know that.”

In fact, Emma only knew what they had discovered the night all hell had broken loose, and she had defended Regina’s home.

It startled her to realize the idea of getting Regina pregnant didn’t scare her. On some level, it excited Emma, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was from the curse or from the depths of her own heart. She could wear protection, and it was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but as she reached around Regina to grab the sponge and one of the fancy body washes, her mouth and nose nestled into the crook of Regina’s neck, and she not so subtly inhaled the scent of her.

Rational thought died down as Regina’s intoxicating aroma filled her senses.

“What else did you hear?” Emma rumbled instead, squeezing liquid soap onto the sponge. She let it drip down her wrist and onto Regina’s breasts with a warm sigh.

Emma settled a rough palm on Regina’s hip to hold her in place as she washed the length of her back in firm but gentle spirals. She allowed her hand to drift lower with the sponge, over Regina’s backside, and between her legs.

“What other rumors did you hear?” Emma asked again in a quieter and entranced voice. She moved closer and palmed Regina’s breast, tweaking the nipple roughly.

Regina reacted to the unexpected touch as if it was natural, though it made her exhale a sharp breath. All of the muscles in her lower belly tensed in excitement as she opened her legs. She slipped her hand down her thigh and brushed her fingers over her tight inner pussy lips, rubbing them up and down.

“There was talk of how different the sex is. This whole time, I’ve had this primal urge to feel you inside of me.” Regina paused in uncertainty and blushed before continuing her explanation. “It’s strange telling you that – but somehow it also feels right, like I’m meant to confide in you. One of the fairies was gossiping earlier about these impulses and she called it mating. I eavesdropped on a lot of conversations.”

There was something empowering at hearing Regina stumble over her words, the way she gasped when Emma’s cock pressed against her lower back. Emma grabbed her hips suddenly and pulled her closer.

“Mating?” Emma husked right into Regina’s ear. “Well, that sounds fitting, doesn’t it? You’ve been acting like you’re in heat.”

It felt instinctive, the way Emma wanted her, the way she could smell the arousal that pooled between Regina’s pussy lips as though it was calling to her personally. Having Regina in her hands, feeling her naked warmth under the hot spray, Emma could barely contain herself. Fierce possessiveness overtook her, and before she had even scrubbed herself fully clean, Emma was spinning Regina around and pressing her back against the tiles with a lustful intensity that pinned her in place.

“I’ve always had the urge to protect you. Deep down I knew I wanted you, but now?” Emma’s eyes dragged down Regina slowly, taking in the sight of her. “It feels like you belong to me. Like you’re mine. And I’ll tear anyone who gets close to you apart.”

Impatiently, Emma turned off the shower and carried Regina to the bed. The scent of omega pheromones was overpowering, and her own urges were fast becoming all-consuming.

Setting her down gently, Emma rumbled confidently, “Open your legs. Show me how ready you are for me.”

Regina moved her knees apart, and caressed her pussy, along her glistening lips as she revealed herself—a glimpse of her tight cunt, needy and wet and all for Emma. Lifting her legs and holding them by the ankles, she submitted completely.

“This is your right,” Regina softly announced. “It’s your right to touch me. Not just because you defeated the others, but because I want you to touch me, Emma. This need I have – it’s unbearable, and you’re the only one who can make it better.”

Groaning at the sight of Regina laid out bare, Emma almost fell to her knees, the aroma of  arousal so strong that it left her painfully hard and trembling.

“Come here,” Emma gruffly demanded, crawling onto the bed to settle above Regina. She rubbed her face against Regina’s skin, inhaling the pheromones like a drug, and moaned softly at the rush of adrenaline it caused.

“You smell so fucking good.” Emma rumbled softly, her teeth and tongue gliding over Regina’s heated flesh to nip and lick voraciously. “I need you. I need this with you…”

Her lips ghosted over Regina’s erratic pulse, then upward to claim her mouth with a passionate, deep kiss that turned into biting desperation. Emma’s enormous length nestled between Regina’s sensitive pussy lips. She hissed from the contact, the sheer warmth scalding her and simultaneously easing her swollen shaft.

Rocking instinctively, Emma wrapped her arms around Regina and rubbed herself against her wet folds. She felt Regina respond in kind as she stimulated her clit with every upward stroke.

Regina bared her neck to Emma, who kissed fiercely along her collarbone and up to her jawline.

Emma’s wide tip pushed into her and stopped halfway in where Regina’s body needed to relax before taking more. Regina pulsed the around the massive shaft with a soft whimper. The sex felt incredible—wet and tight and deliriously perfect as Regina wrapped her legs tightly around Emma’s thighs. The position kept her from withdrawing before Regina became acclimated to being had like this — by an alpha with an oversized cock and a need to prove dominance.

This was Regina, the person who made all of her emotions run high, who regularly challenged her—and yet now all of that seemed to be tucked away, apart from the small glint of it in her eyes as Emma stared down at her.

“I feel so sensitive,” Regina admitted and lifted her face to hide it in Emma’s neck. “Like I’m going to come undone.”

“You feel…”

A low groan of pleasure escaped Emma’s throat as she husked, “divine.”


They were words Emma would never have said before, but in that moment, with only half of her thick length pushed inside Regina’s velvety heat, experiencing the rippling grip of her inner muscles clamping around her stiff length? It was the closest to heaven she had ever gotten, enough to make her believe as she rocked her hips with more insistence, demanding entry with an animalistic growl of need. It went beyond lust and love – Emma knew instinctively that she had to fill Regina completely, she had to claim her slick cunt so that everyone knew she was hers.

It was an urgency unmatched by any other, and Emma’s thrusting became all that mattered as she forced herself deeper into Regina’s pussy.

“So wet,” Emma moaned, feeling Regina’s arousal flood down her shaft. It helped her plunge all the way inside, stretching Regina’s inner lips obscenely wide, and forcing her swollen clit to rub against her pelvis with every roll of her hips.

“Mine,” Emma asserted with deeper, harder thrusts, slamming the bed against the wall as her teeth scraped across Regina’s neck. “You’re mine,” she reiterated, her lips latching around Regina’s pulse to bite down on it with a possessive growl.

Regina gasped as her own extreme wetness trickled down her thighs, a torrent of desire that made Emma push into her harder. Her rutted pussy gaped from Emma’s force, not only filling up her emptiness but demanding more room with every grunting stroke.

“Emma,” Regina tried to articulate, yet her voice sounded airless, and all she could do was cling to Emma’s shoulders or fist her hands in the bed sheets. “Emmuh - you’re being so rough.” Her toes curled from it and her spine twisted, tense and then lax. “That’s it, I need to be fucked. I need it in a way that feels different than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m desperate for it.”

Regina closed her eyes and nestled her face against Emma’s while they acted on so many years of pent up hunger for each other. “My mind is racing with irrational ideas… almost brutal images of you taking me.”

The aggressive streak in Emma must have stoked them to life and Regina sounded curious. Every time her pussy gripped around Emma’s cock, she pushed it in a little harder and felt her girth swell to dimensions that would be punishing.

“Tell me them,” Emma demanded breathlessly. “Tell me the ways you want me to fuck you and I’ll make those fantasies come true.”

She needed to prove her vigor to Regina as much as she had to show it in the tournament. The harder Emma charged her hips, the more arousal formed inside of Regina’s pussy in response. The stronger Regina’s pheromones became until Emma’s urges felt insatiable and her cock throbbed with relentless need.

Emma was close, she could feel her pleasure coiling, tightening her muscles and compelling her to slam into Regina with powerful, full thrusts that filled the room with wet smacking and uninhibited moans from both of them.

Her thighs battered against Regina’s as she rammed herself home, taking Regina for all she was worth before a choked groan caught in the back of Emma’s throat and she felt it, like the most painful bliss.

The base of Emma’s cock began to swell considerably of its own volition, tripling in size as she hissed between rows of crooked teeth, only to gasp as she became trapped completely inside Regina’s aching cunt.

“Fuck, I can’t stop it.” Emma whimpered in agonized ecstasy, rocking impulsively as if to bury herself deeper.

“What do you mean you can’t stop it?” Regina asked with an incredulous and scratchy groan that ended with her tensing in release.

Tiny convulsive orgasms tightened around Emma’s girth. Their pleasure continued to ripple, coming in ongoing waves that never completely subsided.

“Please tell me you read the entire book that Belle found,” Regina rumbled in accusation, but without her normal amount of bite, given her orgasmic bliss. “Oh god, I should have made you practice using it first.”

Neither of them was experienced with sex like this, and Regina shuddered to another climax with a whine. The slick grinding of Emma’s cock continued, even as the base of it began to stick inside of Regina.

Emma bucked roughly, knotting Regina with a forcefulness that left them both writhing in torturous pleasure. “I was too busy protecting you to read anything, and I don’t hear you complaining.”

They were joined completely, inseparable, and the thick head of Emma’s cock pushed relentlessly against Regina’s cervix as if trying to enter her womb. She pressed her forehead against Regina’s, her short, hot breaths puffing against her lips with every euphoric spasm from Regina’s climaxing cunt.


“I love you,” Emma husked suddenly as her cock finished swelling and her abdomen hardened like steel. “I have for years.”

Encased in Regina’s liquid heat, Emma succumbed to the internal massage that pulled her release straight from her with a guttural cry. Her orgasm shot through her, a mantra of get her pregnant running through her mind. It was irrational, such a baser urge that over-wired any other need as Emma’s hips jolted forward, her hands clamping down on Regina’s shoulders as spurt after spurt pulsed hotly from the tip of her cock.

The endless jets of Emma’s pleasure awakened new emotions inside of her, explosive and powerfully bonding. Regina clawed at Emma’s back and melded into her, desperate to get as close as possible. The spasms of climax continued to keep their bodies in a state of perpetual trembling.

“I love you, too,” Regina admitted with an emotional husk. “Even when I hated you, I was already falling in love.”

Fused together, Emma couldn’t deny the truth of Regina’s words. They felt connected beyond the physical realm, as if their hearts were beating as one, and she sank into Regina.

Emma continued to rock her hips into Regina, pushing into her as best she could even when she couldn’t pull out. She slipped into a delirium of euphoria that compelled her to move and touch and kiss and bite, to mark and mate.


Regina was hers, finally, fully, in ways Emma had never dreamed possible.

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The end of the tournament should have restored peace and order throughout the town, but the following morning Emma woke to the sounds of someone frantically knocking on the manor door.


She groggily raised her head from the pillow and opened her eyes to the sight of Regina already pulling on a black, silken robe.

“You don’t have any clothes here, so you’ll have to borrow one of my pants suits that you so adore.” Regina smirked as she tugged a specific option from her closet and passed it over with an amused smile.

 
There was no time to protest the choice with all of the commotion outside.


Emma just rolled her eyes as she grabbed the clothes and struggled into them.


She realized there was a problem before she even glanced down at her new anatomy, which was still swollen to proportions that wouldn’t fit into pants. Her sex-fueled dreams must have caused her knot to expand, and she saw a devious smirk on Regina’s lips as she noticed the issue, too.

“I read all of the literature that Belle supplied and that isn’t supposed to happen,” Regina drawled in amusement. “Your dreams of me must have been intense after our first night together. I was that good, huh?”

Despite everything they had already done together, Emma still sizzled all over from Regina’s flirty way of mocking her.

“You’re gonna be a little less smug when I rip a hole in these.”


Emma avoided tearing the fabric by forcing her hand below the waistband and holding herself down while zipping upward.


She still looked like she had a softball stuffed down her pants, but the sobering sound of banging on the door helped to cool off her libido.

 

She glanced at Regina with her eyebrows raised, and they both took off down the stairs, hurrying along side-by-side to deal with the crazed townspeople.

It sounded like another riot, and there was a mob on Regina’s front lawn, but Snow created most of the noise herself. She stood with one hand poised to knock again and the other stuffed into her fluffy blue coat.



“Not again,” Emma groaned. “What is it this time?”

She scrunched her nose at the unfairness of constant interruptions in her life and slouched as David held out a piece of paper.

“Given the outcome of the competition, a wedding is in order. There’s also something Snow needs to discuss with you in private.” David coughed and swung his eyes over to the rest of the unstable gatherers. “I know tensions are still high from the recent curse, so I would like everyone to join me for tea, coffee and refreshments at Granny’s this morning.”

“Not so fast. You said you’d help me with this!” Snow reached out to restrain David by the shoulder as he tried to walk off with Ruby, who was leading the charge to placate the townspeople with high-fat breakfast foods.

“There will be an all-you-can-eat buffet in celebration of Emma and Regina’s upcoming nuptials!” Ruby called out, throwing a sheepish and apologetic glance Emma’s way while taking her leave.

“Have you both lost your minds?” Regina shouted irritably, glaring first at Snow before appealing to David’s apparent better sense. “You’ve both just decided we’re going to get married?”

“We feel it’s appropriate. That way you can move along with the next steps of the plan.” Snow overenunciated certain words with wide, crazed eyes as she forced some space for herself in the doorway and squished inside.

“Of course you’re welcome to come in so you can tell us what in the fresh hell you’re talking about,” Regina huffed wrathfully as she followed Snow into the formal living room.

David pressed a hand to his forehead, no doubt to relieve a headache, and Emma stayed in the foyer with him instead of listening to Snow’s meddlesome nonsense.

“Regina and I have just realized we’re into each other.  We’re not going to get married just because it’s in line with whatever traditions you all followed back in the Enchanted Forest.” Emma peered down at the invitation that looked like it was handmade with a custom printed design, and sewn-on, beaded embellishments. “Hold up. Did you make all of these by hand last night?”

Every villager had been clutching one, and that would have taken Snow hours to accomplish.

“The birds did,” David explained casually, wandering after his wife at a delay.

At times like that, Emma realized she could have easily been a mental patient in an asylum somewhere. The kind of place with barred windows and very thick, padded walls. 






The sewing birds from all of the princess films popped into her head, along with the fact that most princesses ended up married by the end of their tale.

 

“You won yesterday’s tournament, Emma. Now in order to do the things you agreed to do, and take the important next steps in your relationship, it’s only logical that you should get married. Right? Wouldn’t that make you both feel better about moving forward?” Snow tucked her hands into her lap while pleading ever so pathetically with her eyes.

“Wait. You think we haven’t moved forward?” Regina suppressed her laugh before it became a full-on villain cackle. “Emma spent the night here. Did you think we just played board games and discussed our feelings?”

David plugged his ears immediately and even shut his eyes before standing up. “That’s my cue to go. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Unfortunately those comments had the opposite effect on Snow, who looked aghast from her discoveries. “But the scent of your pheromones haven’t changed one bit, Regina.”

“I’m sure we could have fixed that with more alone time,” Emma intoned.



She used to have no shame about discussing stuff like that with Snow, since they had chatted about their sex lives a lot before the curse broke.



Things had changed since then, but she still wasn’t going to shy away from being direct in this situation, even if her cheeks turned a little pink in the process.



“Look, why don’t you go get breakfast with David? Call off the wedding for now—“

“—Because it’s insane,” Regina added.

 

“Eh,” Emma sighed with a slight head tilt and raised shoulders. Some stubborn part of her wanted to argue with Regina’s terminology.

Snow’s head snapped towards Emma with all the hope of someone used to the old and awful traditions of her former life. She exhaled a soft sound of pride, but got no further as Regina scoffed.

“You can’t seriously disagree with me after everything that just happened?” Regina seethed and peered at Emma with dark, dangerous eyes that told her to tread carefully or risk going up in smoke. “Isn’t it enough that we’ve come to terms with how we feel? Now you want to force a ring onto my finger?”

“Whuh—no, of course not!” Emma recoiled from the accusation, despite the very real, very alarming contradiction of her alpha, which declared otherwise. The rich spice of her dominance told an entirely different story as she flung her hands up and took a step back. “Do I look like I want to get hitched?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Regina’s low, raspy tone was practically a threat as she took immediate offense from Emma’s stance on the matter. She held herself with all the poise of royalty and raised her chin like she was prepared to battle it out. “I’m everything you could possibly want, and need I remind you, an actual Queen.”



“Yeah, in a land I hope to never visit again where literal ogres roam.” Emma’s head spun with the conflicting emotions and desires that drove her forward instead of back. She tossed her hand out as she ranted and scowled at Regina’s sneer. “Here, you’re just the mayor, and marriages aren’t forced upon any couple just because they’re screwing each other.”

“Emma,” Snow gasped, though nobody paid her any mind.

“Perhaps if you’d been any good at it, the whole town wouldn’t have been banging on my door this morning,” Regina criticized with the faintest hint of a smile as she moved so close to Emma that they had no choice but to share breath. “You had one job.”

The adversarial approach had Emma’s blood pumping in the wrong direction, and she huffed in the sweet, amorous scent of Regina’s omega.

“Are you saying I didn’t satisfy you?” Emma inquired as her eyes darted to Regina’s lips.



She was posturing without conscious intent, and she squared her shoulders to appear bigger as she got in Regina’s face to see her pupils dilate.

Snow flapped beside them in panic, but didn’t dare get between them. “Can you both please calm down–”

“If you had satisfied me, my scent wouldn’t be driving everyone in this town to madness, would it?” Regina over-enunciated the words like she hoped to provoke Emma as she breathed deeper to flaunt her tits.

Snow should have known better than to just stand there, and by the time she thought to finally retreat, Emma had already lunged like she planned to rip Regina’s clothes off.

The odd thing was that the moment they kissed, magic ripped through the house in the form of fuchsia and gold plumes.

Emma didn’t stop at tangling her fingers in Regina’s hair or slipping her tongue into her mouth. She hoisted her up, slammed the front door shut behind anyone else who might want to intrude, and carried her back up the stairs to bed.

 
“My claim is on your neck, Regina. Since you apparently read the whole book cover-to-cover, you should know that claiming someone creates a bond between two people on par with marriage.”

The teeth marks drew Regina’s hand, as if she had only just remembered their jagged permanency on her skin.

On a normal basis, Emma would have expected some kind of push-back for argument’s sake, but this time it took the form of Regina’s tongue sliding harder between her lips.



Their ravenous kisses set off more magical reactions, and Emma groaned from the heat between them and all of the intuitive impulses that told her to strip Regina of her robe.

She unwrapped Regina while putting her down on the bed, and kissed her across the sheets before sliding down between her legs.

“This is mine,” Emma declared with a warm exhale of breath and a demanding swipe of her tongue between Regina’s pussy lips. “I won it fair and square.”

The first tantalizing taste made her pucker around Regina’s clit and frantically slide two fingers into the tight wet cleft that already fluttered in desperation.



Rich nectar rolled over her tongue, and Emma rubbed into the clenching spot that provoked a moan from Regina.

 
“Is that what you think?” Regina’s tone alluded to a smile and she eased herself onto her elbows to snare Emma’s hair in a loose fist. It tightened the more she spread her legs, and with minimal effort she pulled Emma’s mouth off of her cunt to stare her in the eyes. “This is a gift you have to earn, and depending on your performance, one you may never get again.”

Emma knew an idle threat when she heard one. She smirked as she tucked her fingertips into the pulsating heat of Regina’s upper wall and pumped them faster.



The repetitive caress locked Regina’s thighs around Emma’s hand, and she dropped her mouth back to her clit.

“Tell that to the whole town that knows how bad you want me. Face it, Regina, you’re stuck with me.”


The soft whorls of Emma’s tongue became faster lapping flicks when she felt the fluidity of Regina’s undulations against her wanting mouth. She held nothing back as she took hold of the omega’s hips and pulled her closer with hungry sounds of enjoyment.

“Stuck with you? Not yet, but definitely soon if last night was any indicator of how quick you are to finish and knot.”



The haughty remark would have held more weight if Regina wasn’t actively writhing against the bed. She dug her feet into the sheets to move her pelvis and groaned the moment Emma tongued at her entrance.

It was an experience Emma had longed for way back when they still hated each other, and now here she was, tormenting Regina in fantastically new ways.



She inserted a third finger to pound into her faster and enveloped Regina’s clit between her lips to apply just enough suction to make her quake.

Strong contractions coincided with the filthiest of sounds, and Emma hurried to shuck her clothes off with a smug grin. “You were saying, your Majesty?”

“I wouldn’t brag if I was you.”

Regina watched her shirt drop to the floor and reared up to correct all of Emma’s misconceptions about who was in charge. She grabbed Emma by the shoulders and climbed on top of her, sitting akimbo and sliding down onto her cock with the filthiest sounding moan.

The silken, tight pleasure of being inside of Regina’s cunt led to instant gratification.



Throbs shot up Emma’s length and splashed Regina’s restrictive opening with seed. She overcame her momentary surprise to seize Regina by the hips and bounce her without giving her any chance to ride.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Emma breathed heavier from the crazed rocking of hips that coincided with the way she handled Regina. “It’s like the book said. You’re weak for this. You wanted my seed in your pussy, Regina, You’re not even mocking me for lacking self-control. You’re only pushing my buttons deliberately so I’ll fuck you harder.”

“So you do pay attention, and yet you’re still not fucking me hard enough.”



Regina laughed as she wrapped her legs tighter around Emma’s pelvis and clenched at intervals until she orgasmed. She whimpered from the way Emma held her down and rocked her hips with both hands to hit her g-spot and increase her pleasure.

In spite of the gush that covered Emma’s thighs, Regina had thrown down a gauntlet and there was no going back. She needed to get Regina off again, to feel her tremble all over in lustful release.



Emma flipped Regina onto her ass on the bed and slid between her legs to thrust with abandon. She sank her teeth back into Regina’s neck and locked her in an embrace that kept her legs spread and arms pinned.

 

“Even in love, you’re always going to be this adversarial, huh?”



Emma didn’t need an answer.



Everything about Regina managed to push her limits and fire her up all at once. She wanted to ruin the mattress and Regina while she was at it. She gave it her all with rapid, unrelenting thrusts that created the sweetest friction between them, and sought out Regina's excited clit with her fingertips.

“You wouldn’t want it any other way,” Regina intoned against Emma’s lips before she bit at them fiercely. The hot swipe of her tongue soothed the sting, but she created another by dragging her nails down Emma’s back to close the space between them. “Now do your duty, sheriff, or the people of this town will be hosting another tournament by morning.”

“Let them fucking try. They’ll have to get through me,” Emma snarled, high on the impassioned groans that she tore out of Regina with every firm caress across her clit.



The revolution of her hips kept Regina supine, and she flooded her cunt with the ambition to force more seed into her womb. It was a territorial act driven not only by lust, but a deep-seated need that even Emma couldn’t deny. She wanted Regina in ways she had never known was possible, and the instincts of her alpha drove her to take liberties.



“There’s the Emma I know,” Regina uttered softly. “The one willing to do anything for me.”



That sweet sentiment added romance to their rutting. Regina stroked her palm along Emma’s cheek to draw her down for a bruising kiss that promised they would be spending days in bed doing nothing but this.

Emma hoped so, since it felt like she had waited a lifetime already for her own happiness. Now that she had found it, she didn’t want it to end.

“I’m especially willing if this is the thanks I get,” Emma admitted with the inability to shut her smart mouth.



She licked and nipped a hot trail down Regina’s throat to her tits, and buried her face between them as she felt a tremor work through her shaft.



She was going to knot, and judging from the constricting pressure of Regina’s cunt, that was understood.

Regina gasped from the internal stretch and moaned as she latched onto Emma to take the bulk of it into her pussy.



The thickened girth opened up Regina’s tight entrance, and Emma pushed her knot a little deeper to keep all of her hot seed inside.



They kissed as their bodies interlocked for the duration of fifteen minutes, exchanging nips and warm breath, despite the sudden and incessant chiming of someone spam-texting Emma’s phone.

“I’m only allowing you to check that in case it’s our son,” Regina grumbled, reaching across to the night table where Emma’s wallet and phone rested to get it for her.

“No such luck. The kid is still playing video games with all of his friends. It’s Snow.” Emma frowned at the photo-dump that appeared like a gallery with images of the engagement brunch still taking place at the diner. “She wants us to join them. She says Belle found a solution to our problem. Something called suppressors.”


 
“Good of her to make that discovery today, right after the whole town competed to ravish me,” Regina drawled in the driest tone of voice.

“Apparently the suppressors only work on alphas, or at least there seems to be just one recipe in the book.” Emma flung the phone aside to resume nuzzling at Regina’s neck with no plans of interrupting their morning to head to the diner. “Thankfully I’ve got you covered.”

Chapter Text

For about an hour, they managed to ignore Snow’s incessant texting while Emma remained nestled between Regina’s thighs. The problem was the messages kept coming, and all of them expressed the same expectation that Emma would head into town and leave Regina to rest so as not to rile any of the townspeople.


Emma languished at the thought of having to leave the decadent heat that held her so snugly.


It took her a further twenty minutes to realize that she didn’t have to do jack shit, but by then she was already up and pacing with unmitigated anxiety.


“I don’t want to leave you alone here. It’s not safe,” Emma huffed with an awkward shrug that came off as defensive despite Regina’s calm silence. “You saw how half the town acted during the tournament.”

“So don’t go,” Regina uttered in that blunt way that always seemed to provoke Emma, like she had called her stupid without saying those exact words. “It’s not like you can help them with this suppressor for alphas. Obviously you can’t take it. We have no idea what it truly does, and it’s not wise to experiment on the sheriff.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna text Belle and let her know I won’t be coming.” Emma felt a bit lighter from finalizing their plans for the night, and tossed her phone aside just as Regina peeled back the covers.

“Now I didn’t say that,” Regina drawled, and brought Emma straight back to bed with little more than a suggestive smirk.

They whiled the day away in Regina’s room and forgot about all of the commotions in town.


Prioritizing each other was their first plan of action to handle Regina’s pheromones, and Emma would readily use that as an excuse if anyone so much as called her out for not doing her duty.


Around dinner time, Regina decided to take a long, hot bath and banned Emma from the bedroom in case they became distracted and tangled up in each other again.

Emma scrounged around in the food pantry for a box of crackers, which she munched while exploring all of the downstairs rooms of the manor.


She ended up in the study, where she poured herself a glass of cider and imagined what she would look like in a snazzy red robe.


Robes reminded her of the main characters in old movies that walked around with slicked-back hair after getting laid.


Emma didn’t own a robe or even a pair of pajamas outside of the embarrassing pink ones that Snow purchased for her when she found out that “plaid was a gay thing” and proudly presented her with the gift on her birthday. 


For some reason, Emma was fixated on the idea of the bathrobe, maybe because the rest of her clothes were back at her parents’ place.

She grazed on snacks and cider in her underwear while she casually flipped through the big book that Belle provided to explain their physical transformations.

 

None of it was helpful until she came across a section on Heats, which was short and nearly hidden next to the lengthier section on Alpha Ruts and Beta Seclusions.

“You know, I sent Hansel and Gretel to the Blind Witch for leaving trails of cookie crumbs in front of my castle,” Regina drawled as she spied all of the cracker crumbs that Emma accidentally dropped in the doorway.

“They told me you sent them there to get one of your personal belongings,” Emma replied with a somewhat disgruntled frown that came from remembering all of the drama of her early days in town. “Besides you’re not going to send me away. You’re in heat, which means you have a use for me.”

The dumb smile that curled onto her lips was effective in earning one from Regina in return, though hers was sexier and a bit terrifying.


Emma took a long sip of her cider just to break eye contact and fogged up the glass in the process.

“Hey, do you have any idea where I could buy a red bathrobe?” Emma asked, though she dropped all ideas of shopping once Regina sidled around the desk and slipped off her bathrobe to reveal the most seductive little one-piece. 




The faux leather material had a vine-like neck halter and framed Regina’s tits in a way that left a perfect amount of space for Emma’s whole face.

With a snap of her fingers and a small cloud of purple dust, Regina produced the exact robe Emma had been thinking about for the better part of a half hour.

“Is this what you want?”

“All of it,” Emma replied directly to Regina’s generous cleavage. “Yes.”


She nuzzled into the spot that seemed accessible just for her and adjusted the fabric to suck on Regina’s nipples with insatiable greed.


Puckering made them each stiffer against her tongue, and Regina moaned from their sensitivity.

“You could spend an entire evening just doing this,” Regina expressed while lazily raking her fingers through Emma’s blonde curls.

“That would actually be a dream come true for me—but hey—I was thinking we should probably talk now that we were able to come up for air.”


Emma hated being the responsible one in any relationship, though in this case she needed to proceed cautiously because she had spent years lusting over Regina, and overnight the whole nature of their dynamic had changed.

“You want to talk?” Regina repeated as if that mystified her. “To me? While I’m wearing this?”

“You have a point.” Emma couldn’t pull her eyes away from the swell of Regina’s tits or the very soaked, very fragrant gusset that covered her pussy. “I just do think we should have a conversation where we figure out where we stand before everyone else decides for us. Everyone else in town already thinks we’re engaged, and if Henry finds out about that, I just know he’ll be on board with it.”

“He’d make the wedding invitations himself.” Regina shuddered as she made a clear mental correlation. “He takes after Snow that way. They’re a lot alike, in addition to having the same haircut.”

Emma cracked a smile and fluttered her lashes happily as she watched the little expressions on Regina’s face that always made her heart happy. She shut her eyes briefly and concentrated from the depths of her being on conjuring up the one thing she desired: a ring for Regina. At least she managed to get the shape down, though she struggled with all of the other details. She peeked down at her hand to find a frosted ring donut, sprinkles and all.

“Are you still hungry after demolishing an entire box of crackers?” Regina asked, completely in the dark about Emma’s intentions and baffled by her stomach capacity.

“Yeah, I am actually pretty starved. I haven’t eaten a square meal since before the tournament. Maybe you could magic up some plates of food from Granny’s?” Emma bit into the donut in the meantime and kept one hand on Regina’s waist with every intention of resuming what they had been doing all day as soon as she devoured her baked treat.

Swirls of magic filtered around Emma to leave the desk covered in all of her favorite food.



Regina slipped into her lap right afterward to grind on her cock, and Emma aimlessly grabbed at things to eat while her full attention was on Regina rubbing against the stiffening pole between her legs.

“I’m living out my every fantasy right now,” Emma groaned with a mouth full of grilled cheese and a glance over at the plates that were suddenly on the desk. “Almost. I need some room to bend you over your desk. Can you send those away?”

Regina rolled her eyes at the constant request for magic tricks and banished the plates as fast as they arrived. “You need to get a better handle on your magic, then you won’t have to ask me for these little favors.”

“Hold that thought,” Emma requested as she closed her eyes and focused on the upper floor of the manor.

Her plan was to whisk Regina off to bed, but she ended up standing alone in the shower stall.



 Close, but not quite.

“Regina?” Emma called through the house and took advantage of her complete misfiring to clean herself and brush her teeth.

She hurried back downstairs about twenty minutes later to find Regina on the couch with her reading glasses on and Belle’s book in her lap.

“Snow just called to inform me that she’s packed a suitcase with your things and she’s leaving it outside,” Regina intoned, making it obvious that was the reason she didn’t follow Emma or respond to her shouting. “She wants to know if you’re going to move in now or after the wedding.”

“Why are they so eager to get rid of me?” Emma toweled off her hair and sat across from Regina to massage the soles of her feet while they chatted.

She could foresee domestic life working out very well for them, though it seemed like they were skipping over huge parts of the relationship just to get to the finish line. Logically, Emma knew they were facing unprecedented circumstances, and they would all have to try to adapt, but her parents’ pushiness bothered her for a number of reasons.

“Maybe it’s because you all live in a shoebox of an apartment, and their bedroom is attached to the kitchen, where you like to spend most of your time,” Regina reflected with a touch of amusement in her eyes and a small wiggle of her toes.

“They could move. Or I could move. There’s a beautiful big blue house for sale right near the center of town.” Emma had been eyeing up the listing prior to the tournament.

She decided to text Ruby about it to get the details for her from the faerie that was handling the listing.

“You think you can afford a house like that on your salary?” Regina drawled while she kept her gaze on the pages of the book that she had spread across her lap. She could have burned holes through the paper with how intensely she stared down at it.

There was something in the way Regina said it that came off as snide.



Emma bristled and applied more pressure to her massage, taking out her frustration on the knots she was trying to loosen. “I sure do. Especially since I’m getting a raise after dealing with all of this recent curse bullshit.”

“We’re not cursed as far as I can tell.” Regina tucked her tongue between her lips and slid her glasses down the bridge of her nose to peer at Emma. “And if I had to compensate everyone in town whenever there were magical hijinks afoot, we’d all be broke without running water or electricity. So unless you want to pretend we’ve returned to the Enchanted Forest, you’ll set your sights on something a little more attainable.”

Emma had to wonder what the hell that meant when she had already scoured the recent listings for the past six months.


It wasn’t that she hated living with Snow and David, but she wanted her own space to do her own things, like invite Regina over for dinner, or wander around naked whenever the mood struck.

“I don’t hear you tossing out suggestions,” Emma grumbled, only to feel the tension in her shoulders spread down to her groin as Regina moaned softly from the firm foot massage.


“There’s no point in moving if I’m just going to end up in the same situation where I’m sharing an apartment with two other people,” Emma dryly continued to rant, “Henry deserves his own bedroom, and I– well, I finally deserve somewhere nice to call home.”

A knock on the door saved them from discussing the touchy issue further, and Emma hurried off the couch with the expectation that Snow would be waiting on the front porch with her bag.

Instead of finding her stuff, all Emma noticed was a giant multi-colored gift box with a bow on top of it. She glanced around in search of the person who had left it behind before carrying it inside.

“Someone left a gift on your doorstep.” Emma peered down at the fancy gold lettering with their names on it and flipped open the little attached card. “It’s for our engagement. I can’t tell who sent it.”

Given that neither of them had decided that marriage was the solution to their problems, Emma probably shouldn’t have ripped into the present enthusiastically. She tore the wrapping paper halfway off and wrecked the box as she attempted to extract whatever was inside.

All she uncovered was one perfectly pointed shoe, which wasn’t to Emma’s taste at all.



“It’s a shoe,” Emma observed in disappointment. “In a box like this, I hoped it would be a cake. Maybe it still is a cake. You know they can shape them like anything these days.”

“Please hold off before putting it in your mouth. That’s from the old woman who lived in a shoe,” Regina drawled out seriously and reached for the gift by the heel. “Do you know the nursery rhyme?”

“There was an old woman who lived in a shoe; she had so many children she didn’t know what to do?” Emma recited warily with some very real concerns that Regina was currently holding someone’s residence in her hand.

 

“That’s the one. The rest of the rhyme is rather dark. The old woman’s not actually as horrible as the poem made her seem. Her ex-husband wrote that to ruin her.” Regina stood up to place the shoe on her mantel along with several other trinkets and art pieces.

Despite having an odd conversation that piqued several of Emma’s curiosities, she was still a simpleton when it came to Regina. She stared at Regina’s perfectly shaped ass the entire time and forgot to ask questions.

“The old woman is a witch trained in the ancient arts, and a fertility expert besides. This is a fertility talisman,” Regina volunteered, shifting all of Emma’s distraction onto her tits by turning around. 

“Do we need one of those hanging around? You’re already so horny it’s creating a public health crisis.” Emma wished she had learned to think before speaking, but unfortunately that skill wasn’t a part of her wheelhouse.

“You’re right. We would probably spend all day in bed if your idiocy wasn’t the best contraceptive.” Regina sashayed by her on the way to get a drink and gave Emma no choice but to follow.

“Does that mean you’re ready to go upstairs now or what?” Emma frowned as she wound up tailing Regina through the kitchen and then back around to the grand staircase.

“I was ready half an hour ago.” Regina gestured down at her lingerie and moved up the steps as if cognizant that Emma’s eyes would be on her ass throughout the entire ascent.

For once, Emma’s magic worked as intended and delivered them to the foot of the bed, where she hastily unfastened the tiny metal clasps on Regina’s body-hugging leather and pulled it down to release her voluptuous tits.

Regina’s nipples were extra swollen and puffy, and Emma wrapped her lips around one of them while backing her onto the bed.

“I’d have no objections at all if you want to walk around naked or in sexy lingerie for the rest of your heat.” Emma clamped her mouth around the light caramel sphere of Regina’s areola and sucked greedily.

“I might,” Regina purred as she watched the rough pucker of Emma’s lips. “It makes you even more ravenous for me, and I see no down side to that. One of the big reasons I’ve actually entertained the insane notion of marrying you today is that you’re very good with your tongue. Whenever you’re this turned on, you give me a lot of extra attention with your mouth.”

Emma popped her lips off of Regina’s nipple so fast that it actually made a sound. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her feelings were heavy enough to flatten her in surprise.


“Uh, can you repeat that?”

“Ugh. I should have known better than to compliment you, considering how over inflated your ego already is,” Regina mocked, though her eyes had dropped to the rather large protrusion that was evident even with a robe wrapped about Emma’s waist. She flicked her gaze back up as she slid her hand lower to clasp Emma’s cock through the silky fabric, and took half a step towards her so they were practically on top of one another. “I already regret how insufferable this will make you, but you’re exceptionally good with your–”

“No, yeah, I know,” Emma cut in and ruined the sultry flirtation before it got any further. She backed Regina onto the bed with little more than her sheer dominant presence and shucked off her robe to posture in her tank top. “I was referring to the part about you seriously considering marriage. You mean that?”

“No,” Regina rasped defensively, but there was a softness to her eyes that couldn’t be hidden by the flutter of her lashes. She scooted up the bed just so Emma could pursue her on her knees, and then gasped when Emma spread her thighs to get between them.

“We’ll see how you feel once you come in my mouth a few times,” Emma intoned as she breathed in the alluring scent of Regina’s heat along with the subtle fragrance of vulnerability.


Their feelings for one another had been brewing beneath the surface for years, and then all at once they had been thrust into a situation where they couldn’t hide from them any longer.

Emma was tired of concealing her heart, and as complicated and messy as their lives always were, she longed for Regina to trust her in return with her own.


She had no choice but to prove her worth through carnal acts of intimacy, and she grinned against Regina’s sweet cunt the second she swiped her tongue between her pussy lips.

The moan she elicited from the languid tease was nothing short of amazing, and her cock stiffened against the bed while she tugged Regina closer to lavish her fully.


She puckered around Regina’s clit and pressed two fingers against the quivery opening where slick spilled freely. Emma waited for Regina’s frustrated huffs to turn into sexy undulations that demanded penetration before finally plunging into her pussy.



The crook of Emma’s fingers lifted Regina’s ass off the bed.



Emma moaned as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the sensitive bead that had Regina clenching already.

“Emma,” Regina groaned, her hand finding purchase in Emma’s hair as her back arched and her thighs quaked in orgasm. She looked beautifully dishevelled against the bedsheets, loose limbed and writhing for a release that only Emma could grant.

“If you’d offered me this forbidden fruit instead of those honey crisp apples all those years ago, maybe you would already have a ring on that finger,” Emma gloated against Regina’s soaked folds and curled her fingertips to massage into her g-spot.



She tongued the swollen pearl with faster whorls and sucked ardently as she thrust faster.



Regina’s slick coated her cheeks and chin. Emma groaned as Regina wrapped her thighs around her head to ride her face to completion.

Regina breathed raggedly as she undulated from the suction around her clit and gave into the pleasure with a loud moan. She clutched Emma by the chin after she finished and dragged her straight into a kiss to bite and thrash with her tongue.

“Maybe if you learned to read between the lines, you would have realized those apples were an invitation as well as a parting gift.” Regina snapped her teeth in emphasis of her statement. “But it doesn’t matter now. Fuck me good and hard. Make me come.”

The slight flare of Regina’s nostrils and the wild burning gleam of her eyes went to Emma’s swollen cock.

Emma scrambled to flip Regina onto her knees and get behind her. She guided Regina’s hands onto the headboard and slipped into her pussy with a rough push that spared her no time to adjust. Regina’s soaking entrance didn’t need it anyway after Emma licked her to orgasm.

 

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Emma grunted with a hand positioned on the back of Regina’s neck and a thrust that slid her cervix-deep. Any time she rocked her pelvis forward, Regina’s inner warmth convulsed around her and greedily accepted her girth. “It’s not enough that I was inside you all night and morning. You need it all of the time. Somehow I don’t think your active libido is part of the new curse. You were always like this, weren’t you, Regina? Desperate to get laid– “

“And you always had a hard-on for me, except it used to be made of silicone,” Regina remarked, her voice breaking from the plunge of Emma’s cock filling her. She grabbed tighter to the fabric headboard and put strain on her shoulders by letting her head hang forward.

“This is better because I can feel you,” Emma huffed and gripped at the voluptuousness of Regina’s ass cheeks as she slammed into her at a hedonistic pace. “You’re wonderfully tight and hot. I’m seconds away from coming inside your pussy, Regina.”

 

“Do it, Emma. Come inside me. Fill me with your seed.” Regina backed into her as if eager to leave Emma spent and shaking.


They both put all of their intensity into the motions of their bodies, and Emma molded her hands to Regina’s tits with no inhibitions about massaging them roughly.

The sex had been unexpectedly tender at times and frantic at others. Their filthier language tended to bring out their lewd tendencies, and Emma was even surprised by her own frenzied thrusts.


She tensed all through her spine, and her veins were like visible cords beneath the skin as she groaned loud enough to hurt her throat and succumbed to blissful sensations.


Her cock erupted gloriously and the pleasure that spilled out of her more than filled Regina’s entrance.

Emma had to back off to appreciate just how satisfying it was to sink back in and feel the extreme heat inside of Regina’s pussy. She shivered all over from her head down to her limbs, and rolled Regina over onto her back with no intentions of stopping.

“I’m starting to think the reason you were so feisty all of these years was because you never had someone to take care of this.” Emma’s cocky attitude was well earned, and she grinned down at the glistening spasm of Regina’s entrance before she slid two fingers into her to rub against her upper wall.



It caused an instant undulation from Regina, and she took to holding her own legs up to give Emma a better view of her cunt.

“Oh, I took care of it plenty without need of assistance, but since you’re well equipped for the job–”



Regina’s sass cut off with a moan when Emma began thrusting her fingers to drive the tips right into her g-spot.



The frenzied motion set off a chain reaction within Regina, and she craned her head back as her chest heaved and her hands tightened on her own trembling thighs.

Slick gushed from Regina, and Emma used the heel of her hand against her clit to extend her pleasure. She reveled in how sensitive Regina truly was while in heat, though it begged the question if she had always been like that.



“Were you always this quick to get off, or am I just great at pushing all the right buttons?”

The flirtatious question could have brought more bite to their back and forth, but Regina’s smouldering gaze softened with consideration. She could have refuted the claim or verbally eviscerated Emma with some quick witted sarcasm, but she stroked her palm across Emma’s dick and pulled her closer by the swollen tip.


“You’re actually the only lover I’ve had that’s cared more about my pleasure than their own. It turns out that trust in that department is quite the aphrodisiac.”

The raw vulnerability took Emma by surprise, but so did the kiss Regina pressed to the tip of her cock.

Emma exhaled all of her breath in one, rough gust, and combed her fingers through Regina’s hair with the restless urge to guide her down. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Regina. But fuck, I’m not going to stop you.”

“I’ll do what I want,” Regina purred, so low and sultry that it was more of a vibration than a whisper. She smirked around Emma’s girth and rolled the flat of her tongue around the glans before pulling it straight into her mouth with a moan.

It was the eye contact that had Emma rock hard. Maybe the tongue action, but mostly the dark glint of something deeper than lust that wrapped around her heart and drew her in.


Regina was hotter than hell and just as wicked, but there was so much more to her than that. She had been the parent to her kid when Emma wasn’t ready to be, and some primal part of Emma’s soul was hoping Regina would be that again.


It was selfish and a little deranged to even think of having kids when they weren’t capable of defining their relationship.


All of Emma’s instincts had her sliding free of Regina’s mouth when she was about to come, and she growled out commands she couldn’t voice normally.

The strangest thing was Regina seemed to understand her urgency, and laid back with her legs spread to hold her pussy open for Emma’s frantic thrust.

“All of it belongs in my pussy, doesn’t it, Emma? You won’t waste a single drop anywhere else. You need me to take your seed.” Regina sounded pleased with that—proud, even, with the way she looped her arms around Emma’s shoulders and secured her ankles over Emma’s thighs.

“Yeah, and you want it,” Emma grunted, charging forward to slam herself cervix-deep as the first strong throb raced up her shaft.

Regina didn’t have to verbally agree to make her position on that clear. She reached down to grab the base of Emma’s cock and massaged her knot into forming. The thickened bulge slipped into Regina’s pussy with the next couple of thrusts, and they stayed entwined for longer than usual because Emma’s arousal wouldn’t subside.

For two full weeks, they spent their days having sex in all of the different rooms of Regina’s spacious home with minimal interruption from outside.



Belle reported her success in re-creating the suppressors from her research, and Emma’s parents led the charge by distributing them throughout the town.



The only ongoing issue was Regina’s unstoppable libido, and that could be managed as long as she and Emma sequestered themselves away from everyone. That wasn’t an option forever because they both had responsibilities, but Emma became accustomed to waking up beside Regina every morning and preferred her new routine that factored Regina into it.

In the back of her mind, Emma warned herself not to get too comfortable, though nothing seemed like it could upset her equilibrium or her connection with Regina.

What she didn’t predict was that she would find Regina dry heaving in the bathroom one morning shortly after breakfast.

“Shit, are you sick?” Emma asked eloquently and grabbed some tissues to hand off to Regina just as she swung around to glare at her. “We haven’t even been around other people.”

“I’ve been around you,” Regina hissed with an unusual amount of hostility that sounded more serious than playful. “Not only do I feel queasy, but my magic is going haywire.” She attempted to form a fire ball on the flat of her hand and instead produced nothing but smoke.

Emma cough-gagged on it and waved her hand in front of her face to clear it out of the bathroom. “What can I do to help? Do you think this is related to your heat or something else?”

“Something else.” Regina summoned up some ash on her palm and looked paler for all of her efforts to use magic. “You’re terrible with magic. Maybe just being around you gave me some kind of secondhand incompetence.”

 

“I don’t think that’s it,” Emma reasoned, drawing a couple of deep breaths in through her nostrils as her mind raced from considering all of Regina’s symptoms.

She ushered Regina out of the bathroom and downstairs to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water. En route, she caught sight of the fertility charm that had been gifted to them. It set Emma’s teeth on edge, and guilt gnawed at her conscience as she watched Regina turn her nose up at the food in the fridge.

“Hey, uh, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we take a walk into town and I’ll buy you breakfast before heading to the pharmacy?” Emma’s smile was strained with paranoia but there was a genuine sense of hope burning in her chest that she couldn’t hide. She swung her arms out in the same familiar way Henry often did when he tried to persuade someone to tag along on a hunch, and then saw a flicker of recognition pass across Regina’s face. “A little fresh air might do you good.”

Regina’s moody consternation formed a pout on her lips, and she huffed at the suggestion despite storming over to the door to grab her coat. “Fine, but if anyone so much as asks about the engagement, you better be ready to teleport them into a ditch.”

“With the way my magic works, that’s probably more likely than you think.” Emma sighed under her breath and followed Regina out of the mansion and into the crisp, cool morning.



Birds chirped and sang around the branches, and then zoomed off to dance through the sky.

Emma didn’t notice because her eyes were on Regina’s ass, and her mind was on the horrible suspicion that she actually was to blame for Regina’s sickness.

“If you think any louder, you’ll give me a headache,” Regina drawled, and shot Emma a look as they fell in step with one another as they walked down the street. “What is it?”

“You’re not going to like it.” Emma grimaced, shamefully pleased that Regina wasn’t able to burn her alive for the time being.

“All the more reason to say it,” Regina intoned with pursed lips that already seemed to judge Emma.

“Given the circumstances, I don’t think you’re ill,” Emma stressed as quietly as she could manage next to the main road as cars passed. “There’s a pretty substantial chance that you’re actually, you know–pregnant.”

It was cowardly to mouth it instead of saying it outright, but it still surprised Emma to hear Regina mock her with laughter.

“I should have mentioned this sooner, but that’s impossible.” Regina’s matter of fact tone and smug lift of her chin held a sadness that Emma picked up on. “Back in the Enchanted Forest, because of my mother's machinations, I cursed myself with infertility. I had already thought of doing it when I was with the King. It’s why I chose to adopt when I came here.”

Emma blinked a few times to try and stave off the horror of that statement and succeeded only partially in suppressing the fact that her grandfather was a monster. For the sake of their sanity, she tried to move the conversation along before either of them had time to dwell on the past.

“Not to skip past that trauma, but we shared True Love’s kiss a whole bunch of times and those rainbows and sparkles didn’t end this.” Emma motioned to her dick, which was thankfully behaving itself while they were out in public, and that earned a scoff from Regina. “I’m serious, Regina. We’re all still stuck like this, but we broke something, and that Old Woman’s shoe–you said it was a powerful fertility thing, plus you’re in heat–”

“Will you stop raving in the street?” Regina hissed in panic and pulled her coat tighter around her waist. “I didn’t swallow that potion just for you to undo it years later and curse me with 9 months of gestation.”

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair, and you’ll hate yourself for saying it if you’re carrying our kid,” Emma spat, unable to regulate her voice when Regina was staring at her like an old adversary and not someone who had spent half a month tending to her every waking need. “If you’re so sure that you’re not, you won’t mind if I buy us a couple of tests to rule it out.”

“Be my guest,” Regina seethed through a smile with the same intensity she had once used to tell Emma to go fuck herself.

The bitter argument was at complete odds with their beguiling and soft pheromones that announced to everyone that they were happily in love.

Emma tried to reassure herself of that fact as she caught sight of Snow and David eavesdropping by a tree with the biggest smiles on their faces.

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It couldn’t have been more awkward for Emma to push through the jangling bell door of the pharmacy to search for a pregnancy test for Regina. The entire town knew the outcome of the tournament and that they had shacked up for two weeks, but the gossip-lovers were still abuzz with talk about them—some quite literally because they were fairies, who could hang out on store shelves and zip off before anyone even noticed they were there.


Emma reflexively reached for a rolled-up newspaper and swatted the air until she realized it wasn’t just a fly.


Regina shuffled along in her heeled boots, perusing the cards in one of the aisles, perhaps to detract from Emma’s bold way of sauntering straight into the section they needed.


Emma tossed a couple of tests into her basket, picked out a bottle of lubricant, and headed over to the candy shelves.



She loaded up on crap first, and then finally selected a nice, big box of chocolates for Regina—partly out of romance and partly out of fear.

“Okay, I’m good if you are,” Emma called out as she headed over to check on Regina’s browsing.

Regina clutched several blank cards with cars and bears on them. “Which one of these would be appropriate for announcing our relationship to our son?”

Emma reached for a Promoted to Big Brother card. “This one.”



“If that’s true, and I hope not for your sake, Henry is going to need these as well,” Regina threatened as she took a Condolences and In Sympathy card from the shelf.



“Hey, what’s that Shakespearean quote? The lady doth protest too much?” Emma tried to smile over her rare moment of wit in the hopes of lightening Regina up.

“Clearly I didn’t protest at all or I wouldn’t potentially be carrying your spawn.“ Regina shivered as if the idea revolted her, though she kept her voice low and pressed into Emma’s side on the way up to the counter. “I used to fear bringing another Snow White into this world, but somehow another Charming is much worse. Did you know twins run in his side of the family? Hopefully my genetics will win the day.“

“Hello, you two love birds.” Sneezy wheezed into a tissue, sniffling and sputtering as he rang up their purchases. “It’s not COVID.” His eyes landed on the pregnancy test, and he pretended to whistle in distraction, which resulted in a lot of fumbling as he tried to get the items into the bag.

Regina swiped her card as if it was a blade, seized the bag, and headed for the exit. Emma paid for the chocolates and other things, and then rushed to catch up.

“Between the dwarves and fairies in this town, we have an infestation of little gossiping pests,” Regina ranted under her breath. “Everyone is going to know our business.”



Emma couldn’t deny it, given that her mother was waiting for them across the street and waved to them frantically.



When they didn’t immediately head over, Snow dashed over to them at the strangest flailing run.

“Finally! It’s so nice to see you both! Let’s get lunch together and then maybe we can do a little shopping? David has actually just gone with Ruby to implement the plan for getting back to normal business around here, so I’m free for the whole afternoon.” Snow could be intense at the worst of times, but her grinning near-tearfulness was a bit much for Emma to take at that moment.

Emma blinked several times, scrunching her nose in a reflexive stubbornness that sometimes presented itself post-curse. “Actually, Regina needs to do something important, but maybe we can catch up with you later.”

“There are bathrooms at the diner,” Snow blurted as her mouth stretched in a joyful smile, and she flung her arms out as if expecting a group hug. “Oh, I can’t believe I might be a grandmother again!”

Emma didn’t have to look at Regina to know she was contemplating annihilating her mother. She grimaced as a few people across the street paused to gawk in their direction, and then ushered Snow off to the side before Regina pushed her in front of a car.

“Hey, keep it down, okay? I don’t know what you’ve heard–”

“Everything,” Snow informed them with a wide grin that threatened to destroy Emma’s sex drive for the foreseeable future. “My little helpers have been keeping tabs on you ever since you stopped returning my calls.”

“The next time I see a sparrow outside my window, I’m roasting it with a fireball,” Regina threatened with a dark glower that only earned her an eye roll from Snow.

“I’m with her on that,” Emma stated with all the authority she could muster up when she remembered she was the Sheriff. “You can’t be out here spying on people just because they don’t pick up your calls. And quit telling everyone we’re getting married. We’ve already received a gift we didn’t want. All of this is hard enough without being pressured into making it a fairytale. It’s up to us to define our relationship. We don’t need your help.”

“You will in nine months if the rumors are true,” Snow uttered with the same sort of petulance a child would have when faced with an outcome they didn’t accept. She folded her arms across her chest in irritation and took to pleading with her new pheromones to try and get her way. “Why do you both fight me on everything? Weeks ago, everyone in town reported that they saw a curse breaking, and it involved several flashy rainbows, so what you two share is true love.”

“I can assure you that the only thing we’ve broken is my bedframe, and several desks that I keep magically repairing.” Regina sneered with a particularly pleased glint from how fast Snow recoiled from hearing that information. “The town, and everyone in it, is still under this new curse, and unless you want us to stay this way, you’ll stop harassing us and start working on a solution.”

“Truth be told, we’ve all decided we can live with it for the time being. You were the only person with unmanageable symptoms, and it seems like Emma has finally helped you to curb those rampant urges.” Snow took on a certain solemnity while discussing the ordeal, despite her clear intent to retaliate for Regina’s comments by making them uncomfortable.

At times like that, Emma could see another side to Snow, and picture her as a royal princess who was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted.

Emma decided there was no way out of the long feud between the two, so she chose to handle it very maturely by walking off in the direction of the town hall.



She suddenly had a splitting headache, and discussing their private business in the middle of the street was making it all worse.



There were few moments over the last several years when Emma had the privacy and the free time to process her feelings about anything before her family inserted their own opinions. The town typically devolved into the next insane crisis the minute they resolved any personal problem.

She retreated into the cool darkness of Regina’s office and plopped onto the couch to relax for a minute.



Due to pinching at the sinus pain between her eyes, Emma didn’t notice Regina’s approach or affronted way of staring at her.

“You just walked off and left me to bicker with your mother,” Regina complained as she set her purchases down on the desk, and came closer to glare at Emma in accusation.  

“Well, it’s what you both do best, so—”



Emma cut herself off before she uttered something potentially damaging, and took a deep breath to correct course.

If looks could kill, Emma would have been six feet under, and then some.

Regina’s ire could have produced fireballs without the use of her hands, and from the way they clenched by her sides, Emma was pretty sure she was resisting the urge to fling one.



Tendrils of smoke twirled up from between Regina’s fingers, and Emma puffed out a breath to blow them away before the astringent scent made her cough.



She didn’t want to fight with Regina, especially when they had only just established their feelings after years of quiet pining – but she sensed that her comments were building tension that could easily lead to a fight if she didn’t handle it promptly.

“I’m sorry,” Emma sighed and got back onto her feet to look Regina square in the face as she tried to smooth things over. “There’s only so much meddling I can take before I snap, and as the Sheriff of this town, I can’t commit matricide. I admit I’ve come close to it recently. Sometimes the best solution is to just walk away. I honestly don’t know how anyone in this town can breathe with the way you’re all up in each other's business. Maybe it’s selfish, but I needed a minute to hear myself think.”

“You? Think?” Regina sassed with a scathing glance down Emma, as if to say she knew which head did the most of it. She seemed to lose some of her bitchiness a second later when Emma merely raised her brows instead of going toe-to-toe in an argument.



Regina softened with the silence and unclenched her hands to gesture between them. “So, what were your thoughts, or would you rather I leave you here to mull them over while I go drink a gallon of water and take one of those tests?”

"I’m just tired of everybody thinking they have a say in my life and in our relationship,” Emma breathed out, deciding to expel every pent up thought she had in no particular order. “I’m not even bothered by this most recent curse. But I am pissed about getting kicked out of my apartment, and the way that Snow just dropped off my stuff. Truth be told, I would like to live together, and even if you aren’t pregnant, I want to marry you. But not in a rushed way, and I sure as hell won’t be wearing whatever puffball gown Snow must have already picked out for me. That’s not who I am, and I think that’s part of why you love me.”

Regina could have deflected with sass, but the seriousness of the conversation seemed to break her out of the bad mood Snow had caused. She sighed, rested a hand on her hip, and then shifted into the seat next to Emma. “I do. I do actually love you, Emma. It’s a bit terrifying because you’re the other parent of my son, and the long lost child of my enemy, who also happens to be the only family I have left. In a way, falling in love with you has healed some scars from my past that I never thought would go away. Other wounds are still closing – but I know I want to spend my future with you. No matter what, I won’t let anyone force you to marry or to make any other big decisions about your life. I don’t think it even occurs to Snow that she’s being overbearing and old-fashioned. In her mind, everything is sunshine and lollipops. She met the man of her dreams and married him, and that was that. Easy, uncomplicated, perfect. Sure, I shook things up with many years of hunting her — plus a little attempted murder, and my dark curse – but other than that—”

Emma smiled a dimpled, amused smile and dropped her hand onto Regina’s stockinged thigh. “I get it. They’re not like us. No matter what life has thrown at them, they’ve faced it with relentless optimism. Maybe that’s what it requires to take a leap of faith and marry someone. We’re both jaded people. It’s not going to be that easy.”

Unfortunately, Regina squinted at her and saw through her superficial comments to the root of the issue for Emma. “No, it won’t be, and you don’t need to worry about disappointing anyone. Not me—not your parents. You’re my idea of perfection because you’re imperfect. You’re messy just like me. We wouldn’t be compatible otherwise.”

As if satisfied that her speech had the desired effect, Regina stood up and headed over to retrieve a few bottles of water from a supply cabinet. She handed one to Emma and uncapped the other to sip.

That gave Emma the chance to glance around the mayoral office and do things she fantasized about doing, like checking out the statue of the horse in case there were any secret buttons behind it, and sitting down in Regina’s desk chair.

“Comfy?” Regina asked, spotting the easily-entertained grin on Emma’s face.

 “Yeah, this is a bit like being in the principal’s office and getting to look around with no consequences,” Emma admitted with a sheepish tinge of red to her ears as she popped open a drawer and pulled out an apple-shaped stress ball. “I can’t tell you how often I fantasized about bending you over this desk.”

“Then don’t tell me,” Regina intoned with pursed lips and dark eyes that dashed all of Emma’s hopes before they narrowed in playful challenge. “Show me.”



“You want—seriously?” Emma sputtered as she experienced a wave of surprise and an intense bout of arousal that made her jaw slack and her cock hard. The offer seemed too good to be true, and she tossed the stress ball back into Regina’s drawer to get onto her feet. “Just like that? No questions, no mocking–”

“What’s the matter, Miss Swan? Afraid of a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t shy about getting it?” Regina’s entire demeanor changed with a slow smirk and a subtle lift of her chin as she ascertained exactly when Emma had fantasized the most about railing her over the desk.



The sudden shift was like watching time rewind itself, and for a second, all Emma could do was gawk at Regina.



She still reacted to the toned-down antagonism with a visceral urgency to get in Regina’s face, and so she did — in three long strides.


It brought back a whole host of memories and emotions to play out such a sordid fantasy, and Emma relished it as she inhaled Regina’s feisty pheromones goading her into action.


Emma didn’t fire-back verbally so much as live out what she had always wanted to do when faced with that smug, unwavering smirk.


She wiped it clean off with a biting kiss while she ruined Regina’s shirt in one, swift tug. Buttons scattered like all of Emma’s inhibitions, and she palmed at Regina’s tits without bothering to undress her further.


Her frenzied greed inspired a soft whimper to pass Regina’s lips.


It set Emma’s blood on fire, and her alpha took charge with a demanding growl. She didn’t give Regina time to tease her when she turned her against the desk.


It certainly inflated her ego to see Regina scramble to unzip her skirt.


Emma skipped all of that that by tearing the skirt at the split, and then fumbled with her belt while Regina glanced over her shoulder with kiss-swollen lips and a silent glare that asked what was taking so long.


It was a subtle thing that elevated the whole experience and brought out the kind of frustration in Emma that would be put to good use.


Just as Regina perfumed the air with her sassy pheromones, Emma freed her erection. She took insurmountable pride in tearing Regina’s panties off one-handed.


Regina’s gasp elongated into a raunchy-sounding moan as Emma finally plunged her thick girth into her silky heat, and the desk groaned right along with her.


“Something tells me that if I’d just stormed in here all those years ago and bent you across the desk, you would have loved it the way you are now. Isn’t that right, Madame Mayor?” Emma rasped against Regina’s ear, and clasped her at the base of the neck. She started out with a few powerful thrusts that had Regina clenching inside. “The town didn’t need another curse for you to get this wet for me. You’ve been lusting for this since I came here.”

“As much as I resent that you left me waiting, I have to say it was worth it.” Regina planted her feet apart and clutched at both edges of the desk to hang on for the rambunctious strokes. “Something tells me the years’ worth of foreplay will only lead to better sex in the long term. Take me, Emma. Take me good and hard.”


Emma pushed deeper inside of the silken restriction of Regina’s pussy and groaned from the pleasure.


In the time prior to the newest curse, she dreamt of doing this with a strap-on, but being able to feel the heat inside of Regina was a gift of sublime sensation.


It satisfied the part of Emma that needed sexual gratification as a physical confirmation of their relationship. She slammed into Regina at a vigorous pace, and all of the trivialities and stress of the day rolled off her.

“Your pussy is so warm, tight, and perfect for me,” Emma praised through a moan and settled her hands between Regina’s thighs to spread her hot inner lips.

Regina’s positioning put her pussy on display, and Emma couldn’t draw her eyes away from the beautiful, bent over sight in front of her.  

 The slick tension inside Regina’s pussy was addictive, and Emma groaned as it encased her swollen tip with greedy convulsions.


She spread Regina with her thumbs to watch the submersion of her shaft, and ensured that each stroke rubbed the wide brim of her cock into Regina’s g-spot.


The fast back and forth created the sweetest friction, and Regina’s guttural praises came out as moans.


“Every time you ran that smart mouth of yours, this is how I imagined shutting you up. Maybe if I took care of this every once in a while, you’d be a little nicer.” Emma should have known better than to confess it, but she didn’t regret a thing as she slammed home and flicked her thumb over Regina’s slippery clit.


“Oh please, you’d have had me on my knees every day if you thought you could get away with it,” Regina rasped, the entire desk jolting with the power of Emma’s thrusts. Drawers slid open, and paperwork scattered to the floor as Regina backed into Emma with short grunts of pleasure. “Given how good you are with your cock, you should have at least tried.”


“It’s definitely bigger than my strap and you look sexy taking every inch of it. I almost don’t want this curse to break because it’s brought us so much closer,” Emma breathily stated, and admired Regina’s lush pussy as she sank into it at an indulgent and frenzied pace.


She couldn’t imagine returning to a normal life after experiencing the euphoric sensation of Regina’s pussy gripping her cock.


It made her rock harder, and she selfishly enjoyed how Regina whined from the forceful thrusts that battered her thick tip into her cervix.


“You mean you want to be able to come inside me whenever you want, now that you know my pussy is exceptionally hot and tight. Good thing magic exists within us, because you can always conjure yourself up a new one for me to play with,” Regina informed her with an authoritative tone that wavered when Emma groped at her tits and nosed into the claim on her throat. She trembled from the stimulation, her muscles tensing and her pussy contracting as her bliss peaked in a strong orgasm.


All of Emma’s forays into using magic hadn’t gone to plan, but she would become an expert if it meant she could keep the main benefit that came with the most recent curse.


She verged on an explosive release, and one more good thrust would get her to climax. The precipice was right there – in every rippling muscle, in the loosening of her jaw, and the way she dug her fingers into Regina’s hips to hold her in place.


“Fuck, it’s going to be impossible to think of anything else but that.” Emma moaned in orgasm, unapologetically burying the thickening bulk of her cock in the heated sheath of Regina’s pussy. She let it grow to maximum girth with the pleasure of witnessing how it separated Regina’s inner lips and kept her entrance stuffed full. “It certainly motivates me to learn more and practice magic on a regular basis.”


The one downside to the pleasure was that it made her a little more stupid and a bit more unfiltered.


“Knotting you sometimes reminds me of the sword that was stuck in stone—"


Regina swiveled around to get a gander of the impressive, wider part of Emma’s shaft.


“Do you even know the kind of libido-shattering statement you just made? You should keep some thoughts in your head.”


Emma would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t already fluttering shut from the intense euphoria of Regina clamping around her knot. She shuddered from the delectable, purposeful massage that was an obvious tactic to keep her mouth shut, and then experienced several hot throbs that flooded Regina with her seed.


The excess tried to spill free, and Emma used it to lubricate the wide circumference of her knot by easing out just enough to thrust it back inside.


Regina’s sharp exhalation coincided with the way she gripped the desk, and Emma steadied herself by widening her stance to do it again.


“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” Emma murmured at a delay. “The sooner you accept it, the better off we’ll be.”


It sounded smart in her head, but Emma was so focused on sliding her knot in-and-out of Regina that it could have pertained to that. She was so hard just from feeling the enrobed ripple of Regina’s cunt around her shaft that breathing in the omega’s scent was enough to trigger another orgasm.


The horny side of her brain said this was the best thing ever, but the urgency to carry on felt almost primal and out of her control.


She pulled Regina away from the desk while her cock was still buried deep, and sank into the chair behind it to cup her pussy.

“You’ve always driven me crazy, Regina, but being inside you and feeling how badly you need me isn’t something I’m willing to give up. I want this forever. We’re bonded like this. You’re mine, and that means something.” Emma didn’t give Regina the chance to mull over her desperate ramblings, and pushed her hips upward to bounce her forcefully on her wide base.


The cinching heat of Regina’s pussy clung to every inch of Emma’s dick, and she groaned as she massaged her fingertips over the omega’s clit.

The change in position gave Emma the chance to squeeze Regina’s tits, and she took a firm handful as Regina tipped her head back with a dulcet moan and undulated to keep Emma slotted right against her cervix.


“Why do you feel even thicker than when I was in heat?” It sounded like an accusation, though Regina didn’t seem mad about it. She clasped her hand over Emma’s to aid her in pinching her nipple, and slid her fingers between her thighs to feel the scorching bulge of Emma’s knot pulsing in perpetual, spontaneous release. “Oh god, you’re still coming–”


“It’s your fault for bringing my fantasies to life,” Emma grunted defensively as she painted whorls around Regina’s clit just to make her tense up with bliss. “Fuck, you’re so sexy when you whimper. I could fill you all day.”

It felt oddly imperative, and Emma couldn’t pinpoint why as sweat trickled down the side of her face.


She needed to fuck Regina more than she needed to eat, or drink, or pause to catch her breath. None of which would have been a problem if they had been in the privacy of Regina’s mansion.

Between the backdrop of their filthy moaning and the slick slapping of their thighs, the sound of someone knocking on the office door was all but drowned out.

The noise of Snow calling out to them, however, sent Emma into a blind panic.

“Will you both please stop hiding and face me like adults–”


Emma didn’t think.


She just instinctively used magic to transport them across town in the hopes of saving herself the embarrassment of being walked in on by her mother.


Maybe if she had any idea of what she was doing, they wouldn’t have landed bare-assed on someone’s roof.

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Magical misfires tended to happen whenever Emma was stressed, and a number of them occurred within seconds once she realized she was sitting buck naked on the roof of a three-storey home right near the town’s center.


Some pedestrians spotted her from the road and stopped to gawk up at her and Regina like they were a special Christmas lighting display.


Geppetto covered his eyes, while Archie squinted up at them and rubbed his glasses. Ruby cringed at the awkwardness of the circumstances, and the Blue Fairy gasped in offense from getting flashed while waiting at a red light.


Emma worked out how to clothe them in the blink of an eye – but her princely-looking outfit was much better than the push-up bra, sized-down top, and impractical mini skirt she accidentally gave Regina.


In a blur of vibrant white magic, she attempted the re-location spell again—this time with some level of success. She landed them inside, though at the diner instead of Regina’s home.


Her mortification caused a small wind to ripple through the space, and she cringed at the effect that drew all eyes onto her.

 
Rumple happened to be eating breakfast with Belle, and he put down his toast to sneer at Emma in disgust.

 
“That had better be a sword you’re hiding, Miss Swan, or the next stop you make might be a jail cell,” Rumple remarked with a keen squint at the tent in Emma’s pants. He partially tried to hide it from Belle by blocking her view of their table with the placement of his arm.


“Your eyes shouldn’t be down there anyway,” Emma huffed in aggravation, and she used the ridiculous puffy sleeve of her shirt to wipe the sweat from her face.

“You’d prefer they were on Regina?” Rumple asked with enough delighted sarcasm to bring out the worst in Emma.


She snarled at him like she might lunge from her seat, and the next instant, she landed face-first into Regina’s bed with purple smoke blurring her vision.


“What the–”

“Hell has gotten into you?” Regina raved, and stomped over in stripper heels that were at least two inches higher than her usual style. “It’s not bad enough that half the town saw us streaking across the rooftops, but you had to dress me like something from your teenage fantasies? If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was on purpose, but that would require actual skill and not the dumbest of luck.”


“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen and you know it,” Emma grunted, though it was less in her own defense and more from the throb that raced through cock at the sight of Regina in such tight clothing. She did herself no favors by letting her eyes roam over the voluptuous swell of Regina’s tits as she forgot to apologize entirely.


“Do I?” Regina pressed, her incensed breathing pushing her tits out more as she glared down at Emma with flared nostrils that detected the pleased scent of alpha pheromones. “The only thought running through your head right now is how fast you can get me out of these clothes and onto your cock.”


“Yeah,” Emma sighed out honestly.

 
She pouted at the swift change in both of their outfits that came from a mere flick of Regina’s wrist. The chaffing tightness of her jeans caused her to wince, and she held her hands up before she took a fireball to the face.


“Wait!” Emma rasped. “I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“Now that I’ve known for quite a while,” Regina sassed with the kind of smugness that made her lips look extra kissable. She frowned down at Emma when she registered the beads of sweat that wetted her hairline, and pressed a palm to Emma’s forehead in concern. “You have a fever. Do you feel sick?”


“I don’t know, but I’m super horny to the point I can’t focus on anything else, and I feel like I might claw my skin off or break something if I don’t get you naked right now.” Emma curled her lip in a grimace after she said it, and nuzzled into Regina’s palm to kiss at her wrist. “Do you think it could be related to the newest curse?”

“You didn’t read the section in the book about alpha ruts, did you?” Regina asked with a faintly scolding intonation.

Emma attempted to recall a blurb in the book that spoke about alpha ruts—but the exact details were coming up fuzzy with Regina staring at her in that sexy, infuriated way.

 “I was a little more concerned about your status as omega and the tournament at the time.”

 That sounded logical despite Emma’s full fixation on Regina’s cleavage.


She couldn’t stop her hand from wandering onto Regina’s top and dragging it down far enough to glimpse her bra.

 “Just as I thought. You didn’t read a word of it. The rut is very similar to an omega’s heat, except you also become more aggressive,” Regina remarked, stepping outside of Emma’s immediate radius to prevent her from mauling the black lace cups. “I’m going to send you on a quest today. It will cure what ails you.”

 “A quest?  Regina, the only cure I need is between your thighs. I’m not participating in another insane, medieval custom.” Emma composed herself to give an articulate rant that was impressive considering she was sweating and her cock had a pulse of its own.

 “Then modernize it a bit. Bring a flashlight instead of a torch.” Regina turned around with that certain dramatic flair that warned she wouldn’t be dissuaded. “There’s a cabin in the woods, right near the encampment of Robin’s men. The place belongs to Rumple. He thinks he’s clever about scattering his precious magical trinkets all around. Inside the place you should find a locket that belonged to me when I was queen—”

 “Just transport us out there and I’ll break a window,” Emma hoarsely offered, feeling her mouth dry out and her body ache for Regina in ways she never knew possible. “That’s a two second job. I’m in no shape to drive over there.”

 “The entire cabin is rigged with spells. You’ll need to disarm them. I have other important things to do this morning.” Regina wandered over to the mirrored vanity, and glanced down at few of the decorative pieces lain out on the wooden surface. “If it’s true that I’m pregnant, Emma, then I’ll need that locket from Rumple.”

That one, simple remark rewired something in Emma’s hyper-focused, sex-crazed mind. She still burned like someone had set her pants on fire, but there was a sudden, all consuming need to protect Regina and their potential future pup at all costs.


“Alright, I’m on it. Keep your phone on you so I can reach you if need be, and don’t go telling anyone the news before me.”


There was little doubt in Emma’s mind that she knocked Regina up, and she swaggered out of the room with boastful energy that carried her all the way to her car.


It wasn’t until she was halfway to the forest that she realized she hadn’t asked for any distinguishing details about the locket, or how she was meant to disarm Rumple’s magical defense system to get it in the first place.

“I’ll wing it. How hard could it be? I used to do this for a living,” Emma muttered to herself with the usual cocky confidence that often landed her in trouble.


She parked her bug by the side of the road and took off on foot through the uneven terrain when she caught sight of wisps of smoke lazily wafting into the sky.


Robin’s camp really was close to Rumple’s cabin, and given the number of broken sticks and ruined shovels that sat around the perimeter, it was clear they had tried to break in to no avail.


She contemplated brute-forcing the door open with a booted foot—at least until a sizzle of magic electrified the air.


“Sneaky bastard,” Emma murmured as she picked up a pine cone to toss at the cabin.


The thing burst into flames before it could even connect with a window, and Emma sucked on her teeth as she rubbed her palms together, and then shut her eyes to try and sense the spells surrounding the property.



“What are you doing out here, Sheriff? Did you come to gloat that you unfairly won Regina’s hand in that farce of a tournament?” Robin’s nasally voice came from behind her. He scoffed when she cracked one eye open to glare at him.

“Back off, tree-beard, I’m on important savior business,” Emma intoned with balled fists that said she would likely take a swing at him if he came any closer.


“The whole town still reeks of her, you know,” Robin continued with a flagrant disregard for his own safety. “Clearly  you weren’t up to the task of satisfying a maiden such as herself.”


“Tell that to the pregnancy test she’s taking.” Emma’s lips quirked up into a smile of pride at the total devastation on his face. She sneered when he opened his mouth only to shut it again. “Oh, and that maiden is a Queen, so unless you want her to flambé your ass, you’ll get the hell out of here so I can make sure this building is secure.”

The lie sounded reasonable to her own ears, given that she did have authority in the town as a law-keeper, heir to her parents’ throne, and savior.


“By that, you mean you’ve come to steal from Rumplestiltskin. Trust and believe, if my band of merry men haven’t been able to get in, you’re certainly not going to be able to,” Robin snickered, his nose wrinkling in mockery of her.

Emma didn’t speak her first thoughts aloud, but she did scowl as she contemplated:


Yeah, that’s what you all thought about Regina and I clearly proved you all wrong there.


“Well, I don’t use primitive tools like sticks and stones. I have my own handy kit,” Emma informed him as she whipped out a lock-picking device from her bounty hunter and thievery days.


She attempted to form a kind of counterspell magic that surrounded her hand, and then stuck it out toward the cabin door.


It didn’t much matter if she had Robin as an audience, since he obviously wasn’t going to run off and tattle on her. Somehow his presence fueled her cockiness and desire to show him how it was done.

“See, you just put the long tool into the little hole right there,” Emma demonstrated, huffing as she actually succeeded in sliding the instrument into place. “That’s something you definitely never grasped with Regina.”

The low blow normally would have been beneath her, but being in rut was affecting her brain chemistry and her enjoyment of one-upping Robin at a skill they both had in common.

 “We’ll see if you’re still this cocky when you blow your hand off,” Robin ridiculed. He hung back in a telltale way that spoke of fear, and Emma was too busy smirking at him to pay attention to what she was doing with shimmying the lock.


Had she been less arrogant about it, she probably would have broken in at that moment, but being an asshole was her undoing.

“Even one-handed, I could still give Regina more pleasure than you—”

Emma would have continued that line of criticism if not for the sudden powerful shocks that zapped her fingers.

“I suppose we’ll find out if that’s true soon enough,” Robin laughed, his eyes wide as he caught sight of the smoldering cuff of Emma’s jacket. He backed off when she snarled and flung her arm towards him to shake out the flame.


Burning embers rained from Emma’s wrist, and she hissed until she realized there was no actual damage done to her skin.

“Be careful, you’ll burn down the whole forest!” Robin shouted, and stomped the area around Emma like he thought the whole place might go up in a blaze, in spite of the damp conditions.

“Go suck on a pine cone,” Emma grunted, and shouldered her way past him to case the back of the place for easier access. “I’d already be inside if you weren’t distracting me.”

“I don’t understand why everyone heralds you as a hero. You couldn’t even save your own jacket,” Robin remarked as if to get under her skin the way Rumple’s magic couldn’t. He squinted at the blackened leather and tattered frayed edges that rested just above Emma’s wrist, and then hurried to follow her around the side of the cabin.

Emma curbed her urge to flip him off by holding her hands up, and focused entirely on what she was after. She shut her eyes, clenched her jaw, and exhaled a soft breath of longing as she divested all of her energy into getting what she needed.


“Is that–” Robin choked, his voice becoming an incredulous jealous hiss, “Regina’s panties?”

“Shit.” Emma opened her eyes to find the slick pair of underwear dangling from her fingertips.


She knew exactly who was calling the moment her phone blared to life, and ignored it as she stuffed Regina’s panties into her pocket.

“Okay, screw it. Time for plan B.” Emma gave Robin zero warning as she manifested a bolt of powerful magic to fling it against the protective wards.


The blast blew out every window, and scattered birds every which way as they all took to the air in fright.


She would definitely be hearing from her mother later for that.


“There we go. Easy peasy.”


Emma’s smug smile froze on her face as she clambered through the broken window, and immediately tore a hole in the seam of her pants. She toppled forward just to find herself staring down at a pair of pointy, shiny shoes.

 
Rumple peered down at her like she was a squirming mess and gave her a wide berth as he strolled to a cabinet to pull out a teacup. “What is it, Miss Swan? What business have you breaking into my cozy little hovel in the woods?”

It figured that after all of that effort, Rumple would be at home to thwart her.


Emma gave a disgruntled grunt as she stood up and glanced around at the myriad of trinkets in the place.

“Regina’s locket,” Emma sputtered, at the end of her patience and feeling the effects of her rut much more acutely now. “I’ll duel you for it if I have to. Where is it?”

 
Rumple laughed at her, a short and critical sound that carried, even as he redirected his step. “Is that all? You could have just phoned me and asked for it instead of charring one of your only jackets.”

Emma rolled her eyes over the jab related to her wardrobe and the way she regularly rotated through the same coats. “Just hand it over. I don’t have all day.”

“No, I suppose not. Regina is waiting, and she keeps a tight chain, I’m sure.” Rumple produced the locket without any of his usual subterfuge, and dropped the silver beauty right into Emma’s hand.

Emma probably should have feared it was a trap based on her past dealings with him and the fact that he loved to bargain – but she wasn’t in an optimal state to use her brain. She grabbed the piece of shiny jewelry and nodded her thanks to him, then mustered up all her magic power to get back into her car.

Landing in the driver’s seat was a triumph as far as she was concerned, and she sped the whole way back to town like she had a siren strapped to the roof of her car.


She strode into the manor with the locket dangling from her fingers to find Regina lounging on the couch in the living room with the large book they had borrowed from Belle to better understand their current curse.


Regina had reading glasses perched on her nose, which she took off to observe the sorry-looking tatters of Emma’s jacket.

 
“Look what I found,” Emma half-sang to circumvent any pointed criticism of her appearance before it rolled off of Regina’s tongue. She let the locket dangle from her wrist in a ta-da kind of fashion, and grinned like she expected some sort of praise.

“And what about the panties you stole, do you have them, or have you left them in the woods with the rest of your pants?” Regina inquired with pursed lips that looked perfect for any number of sensual activities. She held out her hand for the necklace, and raised her brows when Emma carefully retrieved the soaked cotton from her back pocket to deposit into her palm.


“You just couldn’t let that slide, huh?” Emma sighed, and stood awkwardly as the rich scent of Regina’s arousal stiffened her cock. She could barely walk with how packed into her pants she was, and saw Regina’s eyes fall onto the obscene outline of her shaft. “So, are you gonna tell me why this thing is so important that you had me out there in the first place, or am I supposed to guess what it does?”


“It’s bewitched with a very common spell to prevent nausea,” Regina intoned with a flick of her lashes that caught the incredulous look on Emma’s face.

 

“If it’s common, why couldn’t you have just enchanted a new one?” Emma asked, plopping into a chair across from Regina to sit in an awkward, sideways position that didn’t make her pants feel too confining.

“I was going to, and then I saw a prime opportunity to test out your self-restraint and your ability to listen to me,” Regina readily admitted, though she did slip the necklace on as she stood up and approached Emma’s chair. “Alphas in rut can be very aggressive, and if you weren’t capable, then I would have had a real problem on my hands, especially because I am pregnant.”

The gravity of hearing that broke through Emma’s immediate desire to complain and instead brought a huge smile to her face. “You are? I knew it. Did you take a test?”

“Something like that,” Regina replied with a squint of her eyes that said she had used magic in one form or another. “Tests can be faulty. I was feeling a bit better, so I chose a more old-fashioned but foolproof method. It was taught to me by a midwife who was trained in the witch’s arts.”

“So, does this mean we won’t have a test to tape into the ridiculous scrapbook that Snow is no doubt already making for us?” Emma slipped her hand onto Regina’s and pulled her onto her lap to celebrate with a kiss.

“I would keep the talk of your mother to a minimum if you’re hoping to get laid. The thought of Snow crafting me a present from something I urinated on is enough to put me off sex for a decade.”


Regina softened from the delicate press of her lips, and pushed her tongue into Emma’s mouth in a way that blazed through her. The tenderness didn’t diminish their ravenous enjoyment of it, and Regina lowered her hand onto the restricted bulge in Emma’s pants.

Without even glancing downward, Regina loosened the zipper on her jeans and pulled her cock into the warmth of her palm.



The greedy tug of Regina’s hand made Emma’s length strain upright, and she bucked from the sensuous jerks. She already had limited self-control from her rut, and it dwindled to a painful point as she rocked her hips to slide her whole length through Regina’s capable hands. The veins in her shaft stood out and started to twitch from the wonderful massage.

“Fuck, Regina, why did you spend all morning testing my powers of self-restraint if you were just going to break me down anyway?” Emma writhed with a restless desire to flip Regina onto all fours on the couch.

She planned it all out in her head, though Regina stalled her by moving onto the floor between her legs and enclosing her lips around the extreme girth of her tip.


Regina lavished the contoured head with her tongue, and licked up all of the droplets that came spurting out of Emma in a hurry.

“It was all about making one thing clear. Even though you’re the alpha, I’m very much in control here. Do you understand?”


The lilt of authority in Regina’s voice coupled with her first, deep-throating pucker around Emma’s cock. She worked her lips up and down the entire shaft, pushing it into her cheek for some extra attention.

Being in rut made Emma stupid with arousal and reduced her whole focus to the marvelous tension in her groin. The pulsating quiver inside her cock became even more pleasurable from Regina’s devoted slurping.

“This feels so fucking good, I would agree with you on just about anything as long as you don’t stop.” Emma realized she was still moderately slumped in her chair, though she kept rocking her pelvis upward to meet Regina’s hungry lips.


“You’re going to come in my mouth, aren’t you? I can feel every throb of your cock.”


Regina seemed pleased with the swollen enormity of her erection and grinned before taking it to the hilt.

Emma couldn’t suppress the hot blast of seed that erupted against Regina’s tongue - or her groan of sublime gratitude as Regina swallowed it all.

On any other occasion, she would have needed a few seconds to breathe, but her lust seemed unquenchable, and she stood up to lift Regina off her feet. She marched over to the couch and set Regina down to kiss between her thighs.

Emma stared up at Regina’s surprised face as she flicked her tongue over her clit and puckered around it with a crazed energy. She slipped two fingers inside of Regina and crooked them into her g-spot while licking her to the point of moaning.

“Who’s in charge of your pussy, Regina?” Emma breathed out with an almost manic need to hear her name on Regina’s lips. The dynamic between them changed in a minute as she caressed her sensitive opening with her tongue.

Regina whined from the greed that Emma displayed in her oral worship. The varying speeds and pressures all served the purpose of winding Regina up and making her just as desperate to come.


“Do you want my tongue inside you, Regina? Or should I focus on your clit? You seem like you’re close, but you need to answer my questions. Am I in charge of your pussy?”

Relinquishing that kind of control didn’t come easy to Regina, and Emma held off on lavishing her further while she waited.


The pleasurable strike of her fingertips deep inside brought a blush to Regina’s cheeks, and Emma smirked as she watched her mate finally relent with a raspy moan.

“Yes, Emma, you’re in charge,” Regina managed through tight rows of teeth as her pelvis rocked into the pistoning force of Emma’s fingers. “But you won’t be for much longer if you don’t put your tongue inside me–”

Emma was happy to oblige, and the satisfaction of hearing Regina whimper made it a thousand times hotter.

 
She spread her fingers as she pumped into Regina’s silken heat, and licked into her opening with voracious rumbles of happiness. Regina’s warm juices spread across her lips and chin as Emma tried to thoroughly devour her.


“Yeah, you like it when I can’t get enough of you. No wonder you’re already pregnant,” Emma bragged against Regina’s glossy cunt, and tried to tame the wild sway of Regina’s hips by holding her still.


The one benefit was that it gave her the opportunity to play with Regina’s clit, and she swiped two fingers over the aching pearl before finally locking her lips around it.

All it took was a few intense seconds of sucking for Regina to groan in climax. She took hold of Emma’s hair near the roots, and bucked through her orgasm until her thighs stopped shaking, and Emma released her clit with a smug grin.


“Now you’re ready to take this,” Emma intoned as she stood up to show off the excessively large girth that strained upwards between her legs.


The burgeoning tip dripped as she took hold of it, but before she could plunge into Regina’s quivering pussy, purple mist transported them into the bedroom.

“I get the impression that once I let you inside of my cunt, you won’t pause for hours, and I wasn’t about to let you knot me across the couch,” Regina sassed in flirtation as she stripped out of her clothes before Emma ruined them in her haste to get her naked. She no sooner approached the bed than Emma had her propped up on her hands and knees with a commanding growl of assertion.


“You’d be right about that. This is the only place I want to be for the next week at least.” It could have been teasing, but Emma’s serious tone and possessive scent said she meant it. She climbed onto the bed behind Regina to mount her with a long, slow stroke to get her acclimated to her girth, and then lunged forward with an indulgent moan. “Better make it two weeks. Your pussy is just too good to give up for a single second.”


Her thrusts filled the room with hedonistic slapping sounds and Regina’s dulcet whimpers. Going into rut also came with other carnal benefits, which Regina certainly felt in the dimensions of Emma’s cock.

 
“Two weeks of this might just wreck me,” Regina husked as she glanced backward at the extended and broadened immensity of Emma’s shaft. “You’re a lot thicker this afternoon, and every time you thrust, my tension builds and my pussy clings a bit tighter to you.”

 
“It’s a real stretch for you, isn’t it? If you bend lower, I can push deeper.” Emma experimented by sliding a hand onto Regina’s waist to help her into the position she described.

 
The complete bend left Regina’s pussy entirely accessible, and Emma slammed into her with renewed force.


It led to continuous spasms of excitement that enrobed Emma’s length in heated velvet. Regina’s entrance looked like a darker shade of red from the sexual friction, and it was still gaping whenever Emma pulled out for a moment just to look down at it.

 
“You’re so fucking sexy, Regina—just stay right like that and I’m going to make you come.” Emma teased Regina’s clit with two fast-sweeping fingers while she plunged into her.

 The sopping sound of their frantic merging became a backdrop to the huffing groans they both exhaled from the tremendous pleasure.


Emma felt more alive than she ever had, though whether that was a side effect from her rut or the dizzying fact that she had knocked Regina up, she couldn’t be sure. All that mattered was that Regina was hers in every way possible, and that pushed her to perform.


It wasn’t good enough to just get Regina off again. She needed to highlight all the ways that she was the best partner for her, and that translated into sensual groping. Emma’s palm followed the supple dip of Regina’s waist all the way up to her perfect tits.


“These need my attention too, don’t they, Regina?” Emma squeezed with her whole palm, and pinched at the dusky nipple that pebbled beneath her fingertips. She knew Regina liked it from the way her cunt contracted, and she did it again as she slammed into her with a series of rapid lunges. “Do you want to feel my hands on them?”


“Your mouth, too. You’re going to worship every part of me in every conceivable way possible,” Regina rasped, and cast a glazed look over her shoulder at Emma as her lips parted in a low groan. She undulated into every repetitive stroke to press Emma’s tip into her inner resistance, and shuddered from the hot nip Emma gave to her throat. “Fuck me like you want to claim me with your seed, Emma.”

 
Emma accelerated the instinctual sway of her hips and the vein in her forehead hammered from the blood pumping through her whole body.


She locked her teeth together from the cinching warmth that gripped around her cock and let out a soft snarl of frustration as her pleasure tipped over.


The surge of her orgasm emptied into Regina, and she pulled out prematurely. Some of her seed splattered onto Regina’s thighs and continued pouring out of her until she pushed back inside with a moan.

 

“You’re already mine. You always will be, and your pussy knows it, too. Just look at how it’s begging me to stay deep inside every time you clench.” Emma exhaled soft breaths of exertion against Regina’s shoulder and placed kisses over her skin. She tickled the dark hair near the nape of Regina’s neck as she began thrusting again. Her essence created a clapping sound that went from quiet to passionate as she picked up momentum.

 
“If I’m truly yours you’ll keep me knotted for the rest of the night to prove it,” Regina taunted, falling into old tactics to get precisely what she wanted, with far less bite than usual and a whole lot of love in her swirling pheromones.


They were as bad as each other in so many ways, but Emma couldn’t help but see it as a win.


She hooked her arm beneath Regina’s hip to hold onto her pussy, and massaged her slippery clit to elicit the richest sounding moans from her mate.

“You want to be my good girl so bad that you’re practically begging me to come inside you, and honestly? I love it just as much as I love you.”


Emma’s grin would have been more felt than heard as she sank her teeth into the claim on Regina’s throat and sucked roughly. The sensual suction sent a spasm through Regina’s rippled walls, and Emma felt another blissful throb of release race up her shaft.

Her euphoria seemed endless — more powerful than any pleasures that had come before it in her life because they shared a true love bond.


If they had been mere characters in a book, that was probably where their story would have ended – with the simple happiness of starting a life together and expanding their family. Unfortunately, real stories came with challenges – and as two of the most targeted individuals in the town, Emma should have foreseen some plot bumps ahead.