ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʙᴀʟʟ
SUN:
Raveena’s arousal was given away by her heavy breathing. Her inhales and exhales made her chest heave, made her corset tighten around her ribs as she struggled to get a breath in around Regina’s fingers— but perhaps, other than her heavy breathing, the dead giveaway of her arousal was the low hiss of ❝ yesssss, ❞ that sounded more like an inappropriate moan that escaped her lips. This was what she had wanted, this was what made her pliant in Regina’s hands, what made her desire her wife beyond anything.
Shifting so that she leaned over Regina, her hands cupping her wife’s cheeks to tilt her head upwards, Raveena bent down until their noses were touching, her dark eyes that were as black as coal staring into Regina’s pools of ebony. If admitting that she liked it rough got her this, what would she get if she said more? ❝ Here, ❞ she admitted, bringing Regina’s free hand to her breast, ❝ this is my spot. Touch me here, take me into your mouth, and I will make sounds you have never heard before. ❞ If she knew her wife’s weak spot, then why couldn’t Regina know about hers? Besides, It wasn’t as if shifting closer to Regina and practically begging her for a good fuck was hiding any intent.
❝ Regina, I don’t need a firestorm, I need you to light a match and let me see you! I want to worship you like this— get on my knees and lick every inch of you. I want you to squeeze a little harder and kiss me until I can’t breathe anymore. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it, I’m a big girl, your majesty. ❞ A big enough girl who could still speak in rasping breaths even though she found it hard to breathe, a big enough girl to slowly rut against her wife’s thigh because that tile of WIFE gave her the freedom to be as bad as she wanted to be. Raveena wasn’t innocent, so why the hell was Regina treating her as such?
The precious pendant dangling from Regina’s neck glimmered under the shifting weight of her wife. It moved against the Queen’s olive skin, the rich and valuable metal as bright as her Sun, before settling above her heart once Raveena’s movements on her lap had somewhat stilled. It was the one piece of jewellery that never left Regina’s body. Even in the worst of times, even when she wished to destroy the very woman she had married, it remained faithfully around her neck like a promise that she would not break. She couldn’t bear to remove it even though she was under no obligation to keep it loyally around her neck.
Raveena found rough handling arousing. She seemed to enjoy the way that Regina’s fingers were wrapped around her neck with crushing force, blocking her airways and cutting off the oxygen she so desperately needed to survive. She liked it, was encouraging it, and Regina couldn’t help but react as the young woman lit her body with an arousal that she so rarely felt anymore.
❝I only care about what I need.❞ Her voice was low, dangerous, deadly even as she squeezed her wife’s windpipe with a force that was sure to be bruising. She was blinded by her fury, by her anger at Raveena’s insistence to leave, but even her anger was overshadowed by the arousal she felt having her wife on her lap, purring such delightful things about what she wanted Regina to do to her whilst slowly grinding into her lap. At her prompting, her free hand dropped down to squeeze the younger woman’s supple breast over her dress, taking in the information so freely provided to her. Touch me here, Raveena had begged, I will make sounds you have never heard before.
❝Don’t leave.❞ The words were rough, cold, a command from the Queen to her doting wife but honestly... they came out more as a plea. Raveena wanted to leave. She wanted to go back to her castle and have some space from the Queen that she claimed not to feel love for. And Regina... didn’t want her to go. She was proud, and strong, and every bit a Queen. But she had grown weak for Raveena’s company and the both of them knew it.
Her fingers, which only released her wife’s pretty little neck when the woman’s veins in her head bulged from the pressure, now dropped to link through with Raveena’s. The touch was foreign, a strange gentleness amidst her otherwise rough touch against her breast, but it showed unity, showed a softness not often displayed by the Queen. The wedding ring around Raveena’s finger shone in response to Regina’s magic, the secret words carved in the precious metal showing themselves for a split second in response to the strong feelings and magic rolling from Regina, but the Queen’s dark eyes held her wife’s as she squeezed her breast once more.
❝Don’t go back to your castle.❞ She implored again, leaning in to capture Raveena’s lips with her own in a possessive but surprisingly gentle kiss. ❝Stay here with me, my Sun.❞
