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Flower girl - Regina x Reader Smut

How Once Upon A Time Should Have Started - Emma x Regina (SwanQueen) Smut

Yes, Mistress - Regina x Reader slight smut?

Series:

Her Student

(If I write too many characters who have dumifcaton ish kinks...my bad...I really enjoy it)

First Semester

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TW: Mentions of razors (shaving of body hair), mentions of alcohol and getting drunk,

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7:32am, Emma's alarm blared, she muffled a groan against her pillow before slapping the alarm clock to turn off the alarm, today was the new semester of college, new teachers, new students, she didn't want to go, she was meant to graduate last year but was held back after she failed English and had six suspensions for fighting, which she won so she didn't care about the suspensions, the college opened at 9:00am, it took her an hour to walk to the school, so she needed to be ready by 8:00am…which wasn't happening.

Last night she had gone out drinking with her friends, Belle and Ruby, 12 beers and 3 tequila shots later, she had been so drunk, she crashed on Ruby's couch. Ruby had already left at 6:30am with a ranging hangover but she needed to open her grandmother's diner before 7:00am so people going to work or school had somewhere to stop and grab some food, Emma opened one eye, peaking at the alarm clock, the time displayed said 7:53am, 20 minutes had already passed? Fuck. She rolled over, mumbling in annoyance, she snuggled into her pillow, falling back to sleep within seconds.

Ruby checks her phone at 8:54am, walking around the college hallways for Belle or Emma, “Where are they?” She mutters before heading to the library, Belle had to be there and normally Emma was wherever Belle was, ‘Emma really followed Belle around like a protective puppy.’ Ruby chuckled at her own mental thought before peeking into the library, her eyes scanning the crowd of nerds and books before landing on Belle, “There you are! Where's Emma?” Ruby asks whilst walking over, earning a quick “SHUSH” from the librarian in charge, the clock on the wall ticking by every few seconds, 8:56am, class started in two minutes, Ruby rolled her eyes at being shushed by a woman in her sixties who was unmarried and working a minimum wage job, she sat beside Belle, brushing a hair out of her face, "She's not here yet, she's not answering my texts either, I think she's late” Belle mumbles, not looking up from her book about romeo and juliet, it was on the reading agenda this year, meant to be studied mid term, “Belle, that book isn't going to be taught for four months” She teases the bookworm before checking her phone for any sign Emma is even awake, 8:59am, no sign, she sighs frustrated but grabs belles bag for her, “What class do you have first?” Ruby asks, “Advanced english literature with Mary Margaret” she says finally closing the blood and standing up.

“I'll walk you, I have culinary class.” She wraps an arm around Belle and they begin walking to class.

Emma rolled over in bed, her hand patting the bed, feeling around for her phone, a soft groan leaving her when she couldn't feel it, she leaned over the edge of her bed, eyes scanning the floor before landing on it, picking it up, she unlocked it with her face ID, her eyes going to the time, 10:32am, “Shit” she sighed, getting out of the bed, stretching her legs and back, turning her head side to side to click her neck before walking into the bathroom, putting her phone on the counter as she turned on the shower, she stripped of her pjs - shorts and a tank top - quickly taking out her hair from the bun she put it in whilst drunk and got into the shower, she washed her face before scrubbing the shampoo into her roots lazily, whilst it soaked in she grabbed a razor and shaved her armpits and legs, throwing it onto the bathroom counter when she was done, she washed out the shampoo and continued with her routine, using her conditioner and having to wait another five minutes before washing it out, she grabbed her 3 in 1 body wash and washed everywhere lazily, before grabbing her face scrub and washing her face, letting the showerhead wash it off for her, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her, she grabbed her phone and went back into her bedroom, grabbing panties, a bra, jeans and a random hoodie that looked and smelled fine, she put them on, checking the time, 11:54am, she dried her hair before grabbing her socks, sliding them on before putting her shoes on, she left the house at 12:00am.

It took her an hour to get to the college, arriving at 13:00am, just as lunch finished, she scanned her ID badge and went in, checking her schedule, English Language with Regina Mills, she looked around, seeing the cafeteria, she grabbed a sandwich and drink, eating them before heading to class.

She walked in 12 minutes late, as Regina had just finished the introduction and register, she sat down in the back, finishing off her drink.

Regina raised an eyebrow at her, “Excuse me?” She walked over to Emma's desk, staring down at her, “Manners? Name?” She said sternly, not amused at how Emma had just walked in and sat down without even a Hello, I'm sorry for being late, saying her name, giving a valid excuse, 

Emma looked up, staring at Regina with a bored expression, “Emma Swan.” She says calmly, blinking every few seconds, “Well, Miss Swan, why are you late?” Regina asks, expecting a valid excuse, “Dunno,” Emma said simply, “...Detention.” Regina said sternly before returning to her class, marking Emma as late on the register before continuing her class. 

“Okay class, I need to evaluate your writing levels before we continue with this semester's lessons. On your desk is a purple book and a pen. I want you to write me a 500 word story about any topic you can think of, fiction or non fiction, you have 25 minutes.” she explained before starting a 25 minute timer on her phone, it was 13:15pm, so the timer would end at 13:40pm, 20 minutes before class ended, Emma looked down at the purple book,opening it and staring at the pages, she didn't know what to write, she didn't even want to take this stupid class, she glanced at Regina before subtly pulling her phone out, looking for a picture on google of something she could write about, she didn't hear the soft clicking of Regina's heels coming towards her desk or how they stopped behind her, she was too focused looking for a reference picture, she found a picture of the moon and began writing, she wasn't going to take this class seriously so she wrote something stupid.

“Why do people call the moon cheese? Because it has holes and so does cheese. Because it's round like cheese.” 

She leaned back in her chair, staring at her paper with satisfaction before she smelt apples behind her, slowly turning her head, she saw Regina, standing behind her, staring down into her soul with her arms crossed, “You used your phone and you're not taking the work seriously. If you don't want to be in my class, the answer is quite simple. Get out.” She says coldly, her class was for people who actually cared about their education and Emma was taking up a slot that could go to a student who wanted education. Emma's eyes flicked from Regina's eyes, to her chest, then back to her eyes before slowly putting her phone in her pocket and turning back to her paper. She didn't want to be here but she had to or she'd be kicked out.

She picked up her pen, crossing out the three lines about the moon and cheese, she chewed on her bottom lip, acutely aware of Regina's eyes, glaring into the back of her head, she began writing about apples, since it was the scent filling her nose

“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree is a saying used by millions to either mock or praise a child's likeness to their parent, it can be used to mock due to the fact a parent can be an addict, bad person or neglectful parent, by saying “the apple doesn't fall far from the tree” in a mocking way you insinuate the child acts the same way as their parent, however on the flip side, if a parent is a good person, talented, charitable, it would class as a praise, (for example) if your parent has a good work ethic and you join their job at the same company with the same ethic, your boss may compare you to your parent using said saying” 

She puts her pen down, rereading her work for grammar or spelling mistakes, when she doesn't find any she leans back in her chair, glancing back, Regina is still there, 5 minutes left on her timer, she stares for a few more seconds, before walking away, sitting back in her chair, her eyes gliding across the room, making sure no one else is on their phone, she waits until the timer beeps before clearing her throat, signalling her students to put their pens down and their book on her desk, once every one does she checks her document for anymore lesson ideas, it was an introduction class, she had nothing else necessary so she turned her head back to the class, “Read quietly for the remaining twenty minutes.”

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TW: This will be a several part novel or series, I don't know the word, please check each chapters TWs before reading x - (If you wanna be tagged, comment and I will x)

Yes Mistress.

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TW: Mentions of Death,heart squeezing, slapping(face),heel on chest,leash and collar,mistress kink, nickname:puppy,spanking,crying,hair pulling.

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Being the Evil Queen’s maid was a stressful job for normal maids, she gave them a time limit, she made her guards check each spot after they were cleaned, if one spot was missed. The maid would end up in the dungeon for a week maybe more if Regina was in a bad mood, however **you.** were different.

You were naturally clumsy, you'd drop stuff, spill stuff, it was never intentional, always an accident, you were just a little dumb girl.

You had been sent to the dungeon so many times that the guards knew you by name, Regina was starting to get really frustrated because why didn't the dungeon work on you? No matter how long you stayed down there, you were always still clumsy!

She runs her hands through her hair, pacing her bed chambers, frustrated, she turns to a guard, “Get me the girl now.” She yells at him harshly, 

Nodding sharply he runs off to find you.

You are in the basement, humming softly as you clean the floors. He walked down the stairs, hearing your humming and rolled his eyes, “GIRL!” He yelled, grabbing your upper arm, “The Queen wants you.” He says harshly and begins dragging you upstairs to her bed chambers, not caring about hurting you

You wince but stay silent, following him upstairs, he didn't even glance back at you once as he dragged you, taking two steps at a time to keep Regina from becoming impatient and angered.

When you finally got to her door, he knocked twice before entering and shoving you towards her, bowing deeply before leaving you at her mercy.

“You are the most pathetic excuse for a maid I've ever had.” She spits at you, her eyes locked onto you, darkened with something you couldn't read, “You break things! You spill things!” She says, frustration rising, stepping closer to you until your face is in front of hers, she leans down eye to eye with you.

“I should kill you.” She hisses, your puppy eyes that were natural features on your face didn't save you this time, her anger had reached a limit she could not come back from without an outlet, her hand comes up, slapping you across the face with enough force to make you stumble away, your heading snapping right as tears filled your eyes, a soft gasp leaving you as she gripped your hair, yanking you back to her. 

“You are a waste of space. I could replace you so easily.” She slaps you again, twice as hard, causing you to fall onto your ass, whimpering weakly as you stared up at her, a red handprint forcing on the left side of your face, “M-mistress” you whimper softly, moving to stand up but she quickly pushes you back down, heel on your chest, “I'm a good girl.” You say softly, truly believing you did nothing wrong.

She throws her head back, laughing coldly at your innocent remark of being a good girl, “A good girl!? You are a misbehaving puppy!” She lowers her head to glare at you, “Puppy. That's exactly what I'm going to treat you like, since you love whimpering.” She lowers her heel from your chest, grabbing a handful of your hair and dragging you towards her bed, lifting you up and putting you on the covers.

She grabs a collar and leash, locking the collar around your neck, grinning at you, “This is your new punishment.” 

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Two weeks later

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Every time you misbehaved, you'd be grabbed by a guard and dragged to where Regina was, she'd put your leash on and force you to kneel beside her whilst she worked, ate, or talked to her mirror, she wouldn't let you stand even if your knees were bruised, sometimes if you had broken something expensive, she'd remove a layer of your clothing as punishment and only gave it back when she finished your punishment, she never let anyone see you during punishment, she didn't like the idea of someone seeing her puppy.

You were scrubbing her vault, cleaning up the floor to remove any blood stains, she let it get so dirtier than usual just so she could make you clean it, the only value thing inside was hearts which she used to control everyone. You couldn't possibly fuck up this time could you?

Whilst you were moping, your mop dropped, you pouted and whined as it fell and hit a drawer you assumed has no heart, picking it up off the floor, assuming you were still being a good puppy since no guards came in to drag you away, what you didn't know was that hit to the drawer had broken a heart inside, the heart of the guard watching you, snapping Regina's control on him, he looked around desperately before trying to flee, but Regina had already sensed it, as he ran towards the gate she appeared behind him with a poof of purple smoke, “Where are you going, sweetheart?” She asked him sweetly, taking a step forward, his heart raced in the drawer and he panicked, trying to think of an excuse, hoping she didn't know he was free.

But she knew. She always knew.

“I'm going on a horse ride, Your Majesty, to search for snow white” He says quickly, smirking slightly as he assumes that's a valid excuse, before he could blink, Regina had his heart in her hand, having summoned it to her hand, “Then why can't I feel you?” She asks him, still keeping a sweet innocent voice as his face pales, realising he's caught both in escape and a lie, “I-I-I” he stutters rapidly, losing the ability to speak, in fear, she squeezes his heart, a sharp pain shoots through his chest, he grips his chest, gasping for air, “My-My Queen! Please, mercy!” He gasps out desperately but Regina simply squeezes harder, raising an eyebrow at him.

“When have I ever given mercy, Knight?” He doesn't have an answer because, truthfully? Never, she's not a merciful person, to anyone but you, she stared down at him as he fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air as she slowly crushed his heart in her palm, her eyes cold, but distant, like she wasn't even taking pleasure in the kill, her mind moved onto you, thinking of your punishment, you'd broken a heart and released a knight held by force to serve her…normally she would kill a maid for this mistake but you were her puppy.

She closed her eyes, imagining punishing your cute little self as she crushed the heart, only opening her eyes once she felt dust fall from her palm, the heart crushed and the man dead, she turned around walking back inside her castle and towards her vault, a plan to punish you coming to mind.

As she walked down the stairs towards her vault, she let her hair down from the bun she was wearing, to give you a false sense of safety, you had only ever seen her with her hair down once, when she called you a good puppy for completing a task without doing anything wrong. “Oh puppy~” she called out, her heels clicking against the marble stairs, your head snapped up from your mop to her.

“Yes mistress?” You asked, looking up towards the stairs curiously, still believing you did nothing wrong.

She stepped into the room, crossing it with two steps, gripping your chin and lifting it up to look her in the eyes, “Did you hit a drawer?” She asks softly, her thumb wiping your bottom lip gently as you nod shyly, “You broke a heart, puppy, which led to one of my guards breaking loose of my control.”

You gasped softly at her words, looking up at her with remorse, “I'm sorry, mistress, I didn't mean to” you mumble, already knowing punishment is coming, but not sure what it is this time since that's a serious offense.

She released your jaw, gripping your hip and waving her hand, you appeared in her bed chambers, she spun you around so your back faced her, lifting your dress and bending you over her bed, pulling your panties down and raised her hand, spanking you harshly, a yelp escaped you as the pain processed in your minds, “Count, puppy” She ordered coldly, as her hand came down in quick succession.

“One, thank you mistress” You whimpered, “Two, thank you mistress” You gasped.

“Three, thank you mistress”

The spanks came quick, harsh, painful until you counted up to thirty, tears running down your face, your ass redder than her dresses, you hiccups and you said the last number, she finally pulled your panties back up and let your dress fall back into place, putting you onto the bed, attaching your leash to your collar and tying it to the bed, “You'll stay there until I'm satisfied puppy.” She said coldly before turning and leaving

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How Once Upon A Time Should Have Begun

Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

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TW: Alcohol, degradation, pinning down, fingering, mommy kink, mistress kink, praise kink, pussy eating, kissing,

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Regina opens the door, sensing Henry outside, “Henry” She jogs over, almost in tears, worried sick after he ran away from home for almost a full day, “Henry,” she wraps her arms around his neck, leaning forward and hugging him tightly, “Are you okay? Where have you been?” She asks worried, her voice thick with emotion, pulling away from the hug, looking at him and the blond woman before settling on him, “What happened?”

“I found my real mom” Henry says as he runs past Regina, into the house, running past Sheriff Graham, up to his room, leaving Regina in shock as she turns towards the blonde woman slowly who stares at her awkwardly, Regina shakes her head slowly before saying, “Your Henry's birth mother?” 

“Hi” the blonde woman responds, her voice soft.

Sheriff Graham looks between the two women awkwardly before saying, “I'll just go check on the lad, make sure he's alright” before turning away and going into the house, heading upstairs to Henry's room, leaving Regina and the blonde woman staring at each other before Regina finally speaks 

“How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you've ever tasted?” She asks softly, smiling at the blonde woman.

“Got anything stronger?” The blonde woman responds before following Regina into the house, walking through the hallway into the dining room, Regina walks toward the liquor cabinet as the blonde asks, “How did he find me?”

“No idea” Regina replies, placing two glasses down and begins pouring the drinks, “When I adopted him, he was only three weeks old, records were sealed, I was told the birth mother didn't want to have any contact” She says still pouring the liquid 

“You were told right” The blonde woman says shifting her feet awkwardly, hands in pockets, like she doesn't know what to do, if she should leave or stay

“And the father?” Regina asks curiously.

“There was one,” the blonde replies, looking around the dining room.

“Do I need to be worried about him?” Regina asks, putting the lids back on the liquor, not facing the blonde woman, the blonde quickly replies “Nope. He doesn't even know” She says, turning back to face Regina as the brunette walks over with two glasses.

“Do I need to be worried about you, Miss Swan?” Regina questions as she hands the blonde a glass, who takes the glass and promptly replies, “Absolutely not.”

Sheriff Graham walks out of Henry's room, calling down as he walks down the stairs towards the two women, “Mother Mayor, you can relax, other than being a tired little boy, Henry's fine.”

“Thank you, Sheriff” She smiles and he turns to leave, she leads the blonde deeper into the house into her study, “I'm sorry he dragged you out of your life, I really don't know what's gotten into him.” Once the blonde enters, Regina slowly closes the door, looking her up and down.

“Kid's having a rough time, it happens.” The blonde responds as she takes a seat, “You have to understand, ever since I became a major, balancing things has become…tricky…” Regina says before taking a deep breath, running her finger along the edge of the fireplace, “You have a job, I assume?” 

The blonde turns to look at her, “Eh, I keep busy.” She sips her drink before placing it on the table as Regina walks over to sit in front of her, the blonde's eyes travelling Regina's body.

“Imagine having another one on top of it, that's what being a single mom is, so I push for order” She places her drink down before continuing, “Am I strict? I suppose, but I do it for his own good. I want Henry to excel in life” Regina says looking deeply into the blonde's eyes, “I don't think that makes me evil, do you?”

“No” The blonde says, picking her drink back up and taking a sip, Regina smiles.

“I never caught your name” Regina raises an eyebrow at her, “Emma, my name's Emma” The blonde responds.

The brunette nodded slowly, watching as Emma took another drink, the conversation started flowing about Henry's life, Regina's job as mayor, They kept drinking and getting slightly tipsy as they talk, Regina moves closer, slowly, subtly, until she's sat next to Emma, her thigh brushing against the blondes.

“It's my birthday today” Emma says softly, her voice slightly slurred by the alcohol ,Regina raises an eyebrow, “Really? Maybe I should give you a birthday present, Miss Swan” Regina whispers into the blonde's ear, lips brushing past the bottom of her ear, her finger slowly sliding to Emma's thigh, a smirk forming on her lip as the blonde blushes.

Regina pressed slow soft kisses on Emma's jaw, her fingers trailing up and down her thigh, The blonde slowly put her glass down, turning to face the brunette who immediately took advantage of the new position, she kisses Emma on the lips, gently pressing her down onto the couch, straddling her hips and pinning her wrists above her head.

Emma gasps softly, kissing back, lacing her fingers between Regina's, holding her hand as she's pinned down

The brunette grips Emma's hands tightly, grinding her hips down onto the blonde's pussy, eliciting a soft moan, Regina releases the kiss, licking a stripe down Emma's neck, kissing and sucking on her skin, as she unties Emma's belt, slipping her hand down her pants as she uses her skilled tongue to undo Emma's blouse since her hands are busy, her fingers slipping past Emma's panties, rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers into her soaked throbbing pussy, “So wet for mommy, aren't you puppy” Regina coos at the pathetic blonde slut beneath her, who moans softly and bounces needily on the brunettes fingers, “Yes mommy” She moans breathlessly as Regina pounds her fingers into Emma's pussy, slowly pulling her pants and panties down, gaining more access to her pussy, she licks a stripe of the pathetic mess underneath hers, pussy, eating her out as her fingers continue to pound into her, curling at just the right time, the blonde arched her back, moaning Regina's name like a prayer so loudly the brunette had to throw a silencing spell around the room, “Desperation is so pathetic, birthday girl” Regina murmurs against the blonde's aching pussy, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin of her cliterous.

Emma's hip lifted, squirming desperately with embarrassment and need, “Mm not pathetic” she gasps out, her hands squeezing the wrist keeping her arms pinned above her head, Regina pulled back from her pussy causing soft whimpers but she didn't care, leaning up to whisper in Emma's ear, “You are not pathetic? Then why are my fingers inside of you? On the first day we met. We met 23 minutes ago and I'm already deep inside your pretty pussy, now be a good girl for your mistress.” She nips at her ear before kissing down her body and taking the bud of the clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue in soft slow circles as the knot began forming in Emma's stomach, her hip buckled against Regina's mouth, “Mistress-” she's cut off by her own moan, “I-I need to cum, please.” She begs like the slut Regina accused her of being hearing a soft “Mmm, good girl” come from Regina against her clit almost sent her over the edge, the hand pinning her wrists down slowly dropped, gliding down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps as the nails scraped down her arm, down her shoulders  through the valley of her breasts, onto her soft stomach, two fingers gently press down the skin of her stomach as Regina whispers, “Cum.”

With that one command Emma let go, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she obeys and cums onto the brunette fingers and into her mouth like a whore.

Regina laps up the reward as she pumps her fingers through the blonde's orgasm before slowly pulling out, whimpers and whines leaving Emma from the filling of her pussy being taken away, Regina detached her mouth and rubbed Emma's thighs, smirking down at the mess of a woman beneath her.

“Let's continue this in my bedroom, where I can show you all of my toys, little whore.” Regina murmurs before picking the blonde up and carrying her upstairs.

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Forest Girl

TW: Smut, Age gap, degradation, fingering, g!p regina, dumb y/n, kissing, clit rubbing, flash back,(will be written like - example - for better understanding) virginity breaking, innocent y/n

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Everyday Regina walked past the flower store, her eyes gliding across the owner's body, Regina's curse was still active meaning no one remembered the enchanted forest, not even you, the owner of the flower store.

She remembered you as the forest girl, every day she would pass by the forest in her carriage and see you, laying in the grass, dancing with the flowers, sitting in the trees smiling whilst reading a book, the definition of innocence that she always wanted to corrupt but nurture, she wanted to control your innocence, making you dumb for her whilst making you into a slut solely for her.

She hated the idea of anyone touching you but with this curse, the same day replayed and no one aged, especially not you, she stayed forty-six whilst you stayed twenty-three, it had been twenty-five years since she started this curse, you'd be forty-nine whilst she would be seventy-one.

Being the only one with memories was torture but enjoyable, she remembered everything about you but you remembered nothing about her, you beamed at her daily, waving cheerfully whilst saying “good morning mayor mills!!”  no matter how many times she told you to call her Regina, even if she preferred the word “your majesty” falling from your lips with a breathy moan.

You didn't remember her touch, her thrusts, her degradation, her praise, her kisses, but she remembered intimately.

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You danced around the forest, humming along to the tune of the flowers that you could only hear in your head, they spoke to you, you swore they did, despite everyone calling you stupid or crazy, you lived with the flowers, the trees, the animals, the grass, you weren't insane, surely, no one understood you but the forest.

Regina watched, leaning against the tree, a smirk on her lips as she watched your hips glide from side to side as you hum, fire dancing through her fingertips as she watched, her arousal growing at your innocence, as you spun, you spotted her, she was known as the evil queen but you didn't care, she didn't hurt your forest and perhaps everyone was lying about her being evil, you waved, smiling as you spun around and around, not noticing her blowing the fire between her fingers out.

Step by step she got closer and closer, until her breath was against your neck, a gasp fell from your lips, you turned to face her, looking up at her with innocent eyes and before you knew it your back was against a tree, her lips crashing against your own, gripping your hips as she pressed against you, “My forest girl” she whispered against your lips, you hesitated but kissed back, your first kiss, you melted into it, your hands at your side, squeezing, unsure of what to do, if you should grip her or something on her, a chuckle escaped her.

“Grip my hair, flower” She murmured, her hands slipping from your hips to your wrists, guiding your hands to her hair, showing you how to grip without harming her.

You gripped her hair as she showed you, heading a groan escape her at how she had to educate you on such basic things, not a groan of annoyance but a groan of enjoyment, she moved from your lips to your jaw, kissing and nipping, determined to leave little marks that would last days, maybe weeks if she bit hard enough.

Soft whispers left you as you lifted your head for her, your body telling you what to do as your mind was going fuzzy already, she had barely touched you yet you felt so warm and fuzzy

Her hands slid down to the hem of your dress, sliding underneath to feel your thighs, a soft moan leaving you as your skin turned into goosebumps at the unexpected touch, a murmured curse left her as she muttered a spell under her breath, you froze slightly feeling something hard press against you, opening your eyes confused, trying to search hers.

“Trust me, flower, it will only hurt for a moment” She mumbled softly, undoing the zipper of her leather pants to free herself, she pushed your dress up, kissing your neck, gripping your jaw as her other hand found your panties, gripping the lace to slide them down with one hand as she lifted your jaw to meet her eyes once again, catching your lips in a deep heated kiss as her fingers glided along your slit, taking in a breath as she found you soaked and needy for her, “Fuck, my little flower, so slutty” She muttered the degradation before her mind could remember her plans to keep you dumb and innocent, she mentally cursed at herself before she felt you getting wetter, a smirk growing on her lips as she continued to kiss you, gliding her tongue into your mouth as you moaned softly.

She slid her fingers inside of you, only two to start with, wanting to ease you into to being stretched out, a soft cry of pain escaping you, panting softly, “Shh, breathe through it” she says, pulling away from your lips to reassure you, her hand left your jaw to stroke your cheek as she fingered you, her long fingers curling at just the right moment

You moaned softly as the pain turned into pleasure, unused to pleasure you wiggled your hips, gripping her hair tighter, a wince escaping her but she didn't pull you away or scold you, she continued to finger fuck you until the pain was completely gone into pleasure, whimpers and moans leaving you, your stomach forming knots as you got closer but you didn't recognize the need to cum, you pressed closer against her desperately, an evil chuckle leaving her as she pulled her fingers out just as you were about to cum on her fingers, a pout formed on your lips from confusion, whining at her.

“You didn't think I'd take your pretty pussy's first orgasm with my fingers did you, dumb flower?” She teased, degradation falling from her lips as she looked down at your needy face, eyes clouded with want that was stripped from you so rudely.

“Why not?” You asked, pouting, trying to press down on her for any type of friction you could get, desperate to feel that knot in your stomach again, Regina rolled her eyes and before you could blink your back hit a soft warm blanket, your head hitting a silk pillow as you were pinned beneath her.

You weren't in the forest anymore.

Your eyes darted around the unfamiliar room as a breeze hit you, hardening your nipples as you gasped softly, you were nude, so was she, a smirk on her lips as she guided her cock into you.

Your hands flew to the bed sheets, the cotton so soft as your fist curled into it, back arching as you moan softly, your eyes squeezing shut, your body didn't know how to react as your virginity broke onto her as she slowly began thrusting, her eyes watching your face, making sure no signs of pains came forth.

“Do you need more time, flower?” She asks softly, kissing your chest, her eyes never leaving your face as you nodded.

Her pace increased slightly as she felt your pussy squeeze around her, your eyes fluttering open and shut repeatedly, she licks a stripe of your stomach as she thrusts into your G-spot, a loud moan ripping from your throat, as your right hand flew to her hair, pushing her into your chest as your hips lifted to meet her own thrusts

She smiled, kissing and biting your tits as she thrusted into you harder, faster, but her eyes never left yours.

Your eyes fluttered open to meet her own, whimpering softly at the eye contact, the knot returning to your stomach, she pressed down on your lower stomach, kissing your belly button gently, “Cum my flower” She whispers into your stomach, as she lifted one of your legs over her shoulders to give her a deep angle to hit a deeper spot inside of you, your nails dug into her scalp, biting your lip, moan after moan falling against your own will as your body submitted to each thrust she gave you.

“M-more please” You begged her and she complied instantly, two fingers sliding down your body to find your clit, pressing against it and rubbing in small circles.

“Your majesty!” You moaned softly, your soft quiet voice raising slightly with pleasure, your eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down onto her cock desperately as you came onto her, cum leaking out of your entrance and onto her cock as your back arched, a groan left Regina at how tight you got when you came, she bit down gently onto your stomach as she came inside of you, hot strokes of cum squirting into your stomach as she lifted her head, finally lowering her gaze from your face onto your entrance, watching you drip of cum

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A smirk crossed her lips as she walked by your flower shop again, you smiled, waved and said “Good morning, Mayor Mills!!” But all she could remember was your grip on her cock.

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