#aseaofsin

Snow was tied down. She’d thought, at first, it was her husband, but that had been a foolish error–and one Snow was seemingly paying for now, as James was above her. She tried turning her head away, in the effort to hide the tear that had slipped down her cheek. It wasn’t like she could wipe it away; not with the way he had her hands bound. “You don’t have to do this, James,” she said, voice softer than she really wanted it to be. “You don’t have to be this way.” 

Belle shivered at his touch, she squirmed and whined. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire, and the ache between her thighs was so great. She looked pleadingly, desperately, at Killian. How could he go on torturing her like this? “Please,” she begged, and even though Belle wasn’t used to begging anyone for anything in her entire life, she’d said that word so many times to him in the last several… what was it? Hours? She didn’t know anymore. “I can’t take it anymore!” 

Emma squirmed, her legs spread wide, as far as they could. Hades was damn near tormenting her with his touch, and she whimpered. She could feel the way he stretched her, the way she tried to accommodate him. Emma shook her head. “It--It’s not--They won’t fit, Master,” she murmured, her voice shaky as she breathed, whimpered, fingers clenching into and out of fists at her side. Already, she felt so full, so stretched. More than she ever had before. How was he going to fit yet another finger within her? “M-Master, please...!” 

So when Hades came in and gave Killian that simple little command, why it seemed so obvious. “Of course, Master,” he said, the (former) pirate captain positioning himself in such a way as to please the god. Killian knelt down, bending forward so that his face could press against the stone and his ass could be pushed more firmly into the air, up and ready for whatever Hades wished. To take it–or just to admire it. Killian didn’t know. 

“O-Okay...” Especially since this time, it was her uncle himself who was telling her to do so. Telling her to ‘turn her brain off’. Maybe she was what that guy had said... just a ‘dumb blonde’. “Did I say something wrong? Do something wrong? I’m sorry, Uncle James. Sorry I’m so stupid...” 

Emma curled up against him, smiling up at her father when he said that. It had taken some getting used to, this whole ‘royalty’ thing, but when her father said it like that, in that particular tone, well... Her mind took it to a whole other meaning. And her lips couldn’t help but curl upwards at the thought, fingers running over his chest as she curled her body closer to his, pressing herself against him. “Then will Daddy be good to his little princess and play with her?” she asked quietly, teasingly. 

Entering the chamber at the end of the corridor, Emma went immediately to her knees before the dark-haired woman, head bowing as her hair fell around the thin, nearly see-through silk that covered her body. The guard had left once she’d entered, leaving only her--and Regina. “My queen,” she said softly, slowly lifting her head to meet the gaze of her mistress, the soft robe that had covered her slowly falling open to reveal her naked breasts to the queen’s royal gaze.