Golden Queen incorrects and prompts

GOLDENQUEEN IN OUAT PART 1/? // EPISODE 01x02

I can barely breathe

And all I wanna do

Is to fall in deep

⋆˚˖°ꕥ𓍯ོ‎⚘𑁍ࠬܓ ၴႅၴ༘⋆✿‎.₊᪥⋆⊹❀‎⚘⡱˚‧ 𓆸 𑁍܀𖡼

That day was one of the hardest of my lonely existence. I was tired of staying on guard in case something bad might happen to me and my friends—but especially to my son. Even though I knew the evil queen loved him almost as much as I did, I couldn’t deny that she could use him against me. For this reason, I decided to get him to safety, which brought me a momentary sense of peace and calm.

I crossed the threshold of my front door, which was now empty thanks to my bad decisions—I’d always believed I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to turn on the lights; I knew my house inside out and could move around in the dark. After all, the dark had never scared me.

I wasn’t hungry, but I did have a strange thirst; I hadn’t realized my throat was as dry as a desert. Had I really spent the whole day like this? Maybe it had become a bad habit to attend to everything outside while ignoring my own needs; it was part of being a heroine, and a pang inside me made me miss when I was queen. I had hundreds of servants at my disposal and didn’t have to worry about this or that. Though I might miss that, I also remembered what occupied my mind back then: revenge and killing Snow White…

Remembering that made me laugh as I poured myself a glass of red wine. How ironic to think that we were going to become a real family.

I took off my shoes at the bottom of the stairs and walked down the hallway to the master bedroom, passing right in front of my son’s room. I didn’t feel sad, but I did feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia thinking about our life before all this happened—it was just him and me against a world without magic. I closed the door to Henry’s room, hoping he’d be back soon, and continued on to my own.

That’s when I felt the world spinning around me. I was absolutely certain I hadn’t taken a single sip from the glass, and even if I had, it would have taken more than a sip to get me drunk. “I’m just tired,” I thought. As best I could, I dragged myself to my bed, I left the glass on the nightstand next to the dim lamp, whose light helped me relax, along with the coolness of the sheets. As soon as I lay down on them, they made me feel really good, and I felt a strange touch.

A hand was caressing my legs through the fabric of my stockings, starting at my thigh, moving down my calf, and then back up again. I got scared and said, “What the hell?” When I opened my eyes, I didn’t see anyone in the room. There shouldn’t have been anyone there—my house was protected by a magic spell; anyone who dared to cross the threshold without permission would die.

I closed my eyes again when the sensation returned; I didn’t know why, but that gesture set my skin ablaze—I could feel it coursing through my body like hell itself. He gripped my abdomen and squeezed my breasts with desire and little gentleness. Then I felt his mouth on my neck, biting and sucking that spot. Part of me wanted to stop, but another part—a wicked part—deep down inside was screaming and begging him to keep going.

He ripped open my button-down shirt and my formal skirt, leaving me in nothing but my black underwear. The coolness I’d felt at first had completely abandoned me; my bed was hot, it was burning me, scorching me in the most delicious way I’d ever experienced.

A voice whispered my name but at the same time called me “Your Majesty” in my ear. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I felt that same hand slide down to my private parts and brazenly stroke my clitoris while another hand gripped my neck. I was digging my nails into my own sheets, moaning, almost screaming with pleasure. I felt something like a kiss that quickly turned into a savage bite on my lower lip, making it bleed.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was undoubtedly my favorite; I had experienced it only once when I was in the enchanted forest, but now, with my new life, everything had to be right. I had to be good and keep those temptations away from me if I wanted to belong to the good guys.

But there, in the darkness of my home, I could, perhaps, enjoy that without feeling guilty about being a little selfish and putting myself first. “I know you want it; I know exactly what you like,” the voice repeated, and it was right—I wanted it, I craved it, and I would have it without thinking about tomorrow or the consequences.

That presence let me breathe, and it was like discovering the world all over again. Sadly, I thought it was all over, but it wasn’t. my legs spread wide open on the bed and my clothes were torn off, and even though I was still wearing my stockings, that didn’t last long because when his tongue slid over my vagina and made me arch my back, I could also feel his hands tearing my stockings with great force; the simple sound of the fabric tearing sent a wave of pleasure through me, it was so sexy that it made me get even wetter in his expert mouth; he knew where to touch, where to suck, where to blow, and where to bite—though the latter isn’t recommended, he knew how to do it, and do it well.

When the morning sun woke me up, I had lost count of how many orgasms I’d had that night. There were so many that I was embarrassed to remember each one—and worse, to tell anyone what had happened. I stirred among my sheets, which were a mess. The first thing I could see was the empty wine glass, but also an apple from my own tree next to it.

With no notes or signatures, I knew whose message it was—it was more than clear.

RUMPLE’S POV

Things in town couldn't have gone any further to hell; the situation with Belle was getting more tense by the day—and not in the way I'd like, since she was angry, if not outright hating me, for choosing magic over her, when in reality I got one by choosing the other and could handle both without any problem. As if that weren’t enough, I had Regina’s crazy, evil side harassing me in my own shop. It wasn’t the first time I’d dealt with her—I’d already done so in the Enchanted Forest—but without the “conscious” part, it was undoubtedly a torment.

At least in the forest, Regina thought things through before acting.

“I missed that about her,” I thought when I heard her heels clicking behind me. I was in the back of the shop, where mortals aren’t supposed to have access, but we all know the Evil Queen wasn’t a mortal, and there was nowhere to hide from her. If she wanted to find me, she would, even if she had to burn the entire town to the ground. There was no point in blocking her access.

My attention was focused on my own business, but I knew it was her; I could sense her evil. And when I finally looked up, I was confused yet amused at the same time to see her wearing the clothes and hairstyle of her good counterpart.

— "I never thought I'd see you dressed like that, Your Majesty," I joked, shifting my attention to more important matters.

— “There’s always a first time,” she said, moving freely around the room.

I looked at her a second time; I didn’t even know why I did it—or maybe I did. Regina had always struck me as a beautiful woman in every way, and she had a sexual energy that could bring anyone to their knees with a single glance.

— “Does the Dark Lord like what he sees?” she smiled sidelong. I did the same because, for a second, I appreciated her reading my mind.

— "I'm just admiring the view, honey," I replied before turning around and facing away from her again, and then I heard her coming toward me.

— "I know what you're thinking, and it doesn't bother me at all." She reached my position; I felt her hands touch me and something else stir inside me. "If you like, we can pretend I'm her, and then you can do whatever you want to me."

The evil queen knew it, and she knew that I knew it too—that even though they were separated, they were still connected; in other words, whatever one did to the other, the other would feel it—and that little devil on my shoulder convinced me by running his sharp nails down the lapel of my suit.

— "You're right, this can wait a little while," I replied, referring to the matter I was working on.

Once I focused all my attention on the woman in front of me, things just flowed. I ran my fingers through her hair as our kiss grew increasingly erratic and passionate. I pressed her body against mine and then against the desk; with a single motion, I swept everything off the desk, clearing a space for me to lift her onto it. I wrapped her firm legs around my waist, caressing them slowly, hoping Regina would feel every touch, every kiss, and know it was me. Even if she didn’t know it at that moment, she’d know by the next morning because I’d make sure of it.

Her skin was so soft, so juicy like an apple, and it teased me; I wanted to sink my teeth into it and drink her nectar down to the last drop. And don’t even get me started on her scent—I could feel her perfume mingling with her arousal even through her clothes, which were getting in the way, so I proceeded to rip open her shirt while my face was buried in her neck.

Once I had access to her chest, I indulged myself by kissing that cleavage I’d admired for years and hadn’t had the honor of tasting, because Regina was always politically correct in that regard—given that she’d killed more people than I had, it struck me as a bit hypocritical, but a gentleman always respects a lady. I ran my hand over her body, sliding it up to the slit in her skirt and pulling it open. Even with half my attention still on the rest of her body, I might have let myself get carried away by the moment and said certain things that weren’t meant directly for the evil queen, but which she would understand perfectly nonetheless.

I paused to admire her figure, completely at my mercy, trembling and begging for more, letting out nothing but moans from her mouth. I had always imagined what it would be like, and now my dream had come true. With nothing but her lingerie set—which would become my favorite memory—I seized the opportunity to touch her, sliding my hand between her legs until I reached the hottest spot of the entire journey. As I entered there, the queen tried to reach for my belt, but I didn’t let her; instead, I grabbed her by the neck without any

gentleness.

Once my fingers had reached their highest point, I pulled her toward me to kiss her again, and to capture her moans in my mouth—I wanted to swallow every single one of them because I was the owner of that majestic sound, or as I would put it, “Music to my ears.” A passionate kiss broke through the barriers and ended in a bite; with her blood still on my lips, I knelt before her like one of her subjects, never taking my hungry gaze off her dark eyes, filled with lust. I turned my attention back to her legs, spreading them like the gates of paradise—or in our case, of hell itself—and buried my face in her sex, tasting that forbidden fruit for what seemed like a long time, never tiring of its sweet flavor. What had once been innocent moans had turned into screams, my name included; she held me tightly by the hair, digging her nails in once more without apology. In response, I gripped her hips as tightly as I could. I realized her stockings were preventing me from performing my task properly, so with a single tug I tore them off, finally touching her skin, now hot from our physical exertion.

When I felt her inner muscles tense up, I stopped my hard work and stood up; her short hair was a mess, I felt bad for her, but I wasn’t done yet. I resumed my position between her legs, unbuttoned my pants—which were already causing me discomfort—and after a few seconds catching my breath, I entered her, feeling her body respond to my size. But I also gave myself the freedom to enjoy her insides, which were better than I’d imagined. I threw my head back with the first thrust; it felt so good, like an addict tasting what he knew was his downfall and still enjoying it without remorse.

Once the initial shock had passed, I began to move my hips—not faster, but harder, just as she asked me to with a “Please” at the end of each plea. I placed her legs on my shoulders, admiring her high heels and kissing them in the process; she clung to the edges of the table as if her life depended on it and arched her back Every time my penis hit her G-spot, bringing her almost to tears, I could feel her on the verge of an orgasm again, so I changed positions—but not before taking off my jacket for greater comfort. I knew this wouldn’t end with just one orgasm, so I resumed my movements, this time seeing it through to the end. I leaned in toward her, placing her arms above her head, and in the midst of her climax, I made her look into my eyes so she would never forget that moment.

After an exhausting night, just as the sun was beginning to rise and my queen was fast asleep in my bed, I got dressed and went out for a morning walk. I was craving something sweet but healthy—maybe some fruit, an apple perhaps—and as it happened, I knew where the tree with the best apples in town was.