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Regina Mills
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Fond of Plants

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From:

hellorhighwater

The unexpected sting that came when she fucking bit his hand had Neil snarling, lust and pain mingling into something that the fire liked, a fine line between desire and rage--true blood lust, with his own orgasm coiling hot in his belly, his skin burning hot again as the fire rose in his veins to consume. It wanted this as badly as Regina did, as badly as Neil himself wanted it...and took away what little control he had left to do anything else but feel.

Jerking his fingers from her mouth, for one brief instant they lay against her throat--wrapped around her slim neck without pressure, but lingered there for a long moment before they slid away, his arm around her waist again so he could pound into her the way she wanted. She wanted him to take her like this, and he would--brand himself into her body so she'd still feel him deep later on. He'd leave her beautiful mouth clear so nothing would stop him from hearing her scream and sob his name when she came...

His orgasm took him by surprise, hips snapping a few more times before it hit him hard, and as he snarled with the force of his pleasure, left a nasty imprint of his teeth on her shoulder to match the one he'd branded her neck with before as he surged against her back, pressing her hard into the wall of the shower when he came.

From:

fondofapples

Playing with fire, both of them, and she felt it rising in him, the scald of his power beneath his skin--in his hands gripping her hips, in his hips and balls slapping against her ass, in his cock in her so deep she felt mounted and mated. Everywhere he touched, she felt branded by his heat, and if not his heat then his sex and his teeth.

He took his fingers away and the cries she'd been stifling came spilling out. Every snap of his hips drove a grunt of animal pleasure from beneath her ribs, made her ache and clench. But it was that little twist, the final thrust that drove her up onto her toes and sent her hand scraping across her clit, a lick of fire that stripped her hold on her pleasure and left her sobbing and panting through wracking shudders. And she was only upright because he had her pinned between himself and the wall.

From:

hellorhighwater

He felt her weight shift, reached for her on instinct, legs shaky but still able to take her weight as the arm around her waist tightened, his other one circling her shoulders to pull her flush against his body. Everything was still a haze of pleasure, aftershocks and heat licking up his spine, but he'd never heard a woman sound like that in the heat of passion--sobs ripped from her chest when she came, the way she went so boneless as her pleasure faded...and it was pleasure.

If he didn't know her body so well, the way she shook and tightened around him when she came, he would have been afraid something else was wrong. As it was, he worried he'd gone too far, that it was too much--that despite her insistence, he'd pushed too hard.

"I've got you...Ember's Breath, you okay?" he managed to rasp in her ear.

From:

fondofapples

For a few long, dizzy moments, she couldn't find the breath or the focus to answer him. Her body still fluttered and flashed in the aftershocks of orgasm and her brain... it felt as though it had dropped away almost completely, leaving her just the rapid pulsing of her fuck-bruised cunt, her heartbeat in her clit, her nipples, and the painful bites on her shoulders.

And that was good. So good. Not to think. Just to feel.

But her knees did start to give way and she slid into Neil's grip and his voice in her ear brought her back enough to recognize worry in his tone. "Yes. Okay." She wriggled an arm free to rub her fingers against his thigh (and tried not to get so obsessed with the sensation of his body hair beneath her fingertips that she forgot to speak). "Good...yes."

From:

hellorhighwater

She was talking--barely--but when she squirmed enough in his grip to reach out and touch him, he felt a little more encouraged. Something about the way her fingertips played over his thigh briefly reminded him of the one time in basic when one of the recruits got their hands on rubyshark venom, and Neil spent a good twenty to thirty minutes swearing he could feel colors before the fire in his veins burned the drug out of his bloodstream.

"Doesn't sound so good from where I stand, Beloved." he huffed, but there was a hint of laughter in his tone as he kissed her temple, holding her just a little bit tighter to keep her upright. "Take a breath or two, string a couple more words together for me, 'kay? Anything hurt?"

From:

fondofapples

Making what felt like a (Disneyfied) Herculean effort, Regina wriggled a little more and got herself about half turned around in his arms. Her legs weren't worth a plug nickel, but her arms were mostly functional, so she twisted a little more to pat his heaving chest.

She blinked up at him, eyes glazed but starting to refocus. There was a lot more light in here than she found pleasant with her pupils blown as wide as they were. She flipped a hand up and threw gentle shadow screens over the fluorescents overhead, and then sighed in relief. "Too bright for a woman in the throes of bliss," she explained herself, words still slightly drawled but perfectly coherent.

"I hurt, yes. I'll feel that for days." There'd be no mistaking she sounded remarkably pleased with that.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil was only reassured that she was okay when she had focus enough to use her magic, making him grin as he relaxed the arm around her shoulders to smooth her hair back from her face, still supporting her with the arm around her waist. He could see it now--the glazed look in her eyes, the hazy way she blinked up at him, and Ember's Breath, she sounded so beautifully smug he had to press his nose against the top of her head for a second just to stifle the laughter that wanted to bubble up right then.

She was drunk on sex, and she was adorable.

He still felt bad about getting so rough, though, so he curled a hand around the nape of her neck and channeled a ripple of heat into her body to keep her muscles from going stiff. Even with that little gnat of remorse irritating his conscience, there was a fierce sense of satisfaction in knowing he'd put her in this state. With his senses reeling, body still humming with the remnants of his own release, he felt a little drunk himself on that strange mix of guilt and purely male pleasure in having so thoroughly conquered his woman.

"Glad you had a good time, but it's gonna be a minute before we do that again." he laughed against the top of her head. "And definitely not when I'm workin' off bloodlust. Not without a real long talk, 'kay?"

From:

fondofapples

"If you could see your face..." Regina laughed, low and husky, and then winced slightly when the reflexive laughter shook her abdomen. The pain was nothing she couldn't handle, nothing a couple of aspirin or pain draught couldn't take care of, and she continued as she'd been, her hand running up the outside of his arm. "The cat that ate the canary has nothing on you."

She kissed his chest and because her heart felt as full as her cunt had a moment ago, she didn't swat him for being presumptuous about what they would or wouldn't do. "I'll need a day or two to heal before we can fuck like that again, but I'm fine, love." Although he was right, they should talk about it, if he had this much buried aggression. "We'll talk. Not now, though."

Now, she could probably use a hand out of the shower. Or a hand to shower. She did like a man washing her hair for her, and she could summon shampoo and whoa.

Her brain ran backward, grabbing for the words he'd said a little ways back. He'd... he'd called her 'Beloved'. There went whatever composure she'd mustered again. Beloved. She smiled unsteadily and sank back into his arms.

From:

hellorhighwater

The word had come from nowhere, risen so naturally to his lips he hadn't stopped to think about it until she sort of...melted back into him again with that smile.

Beloved.

Then it hit him, with a soul deep frisson of joy that stole his breath for a second. The word the dragons used, the call they felt when they found their mate. The mystical occurrence didn't happen for human matches, Neil knew that...and yet he had chosen this path for himself: dahgo, love without hope--a mating bond forged by choice.

Pressing his nose against the top of her head, he gave himself a few seconds to let it sink into his veins, his marrow, then finally rubbed one of her arms with a sigh.

"Can you stand yet? We should get cleaned up--I'll do all the work, don't worry. You just relax and let me take care of you."

From:

fondofapples

Tentatively, Regina shifted her weight back onto her heels and moved her legs apart. They felt like they would support her weight, but not if any of his clean up involved sensual caresses. She'd tighten, ache, aftershock and fall on her ass.

"It wouldn't be my first choice, standing," she reported, grinning crookedly again. Between being 'Beloved' and being so gloriously well-fucked, she felt... good. Happy and content, and if she hadn't said that she did, they both knew there was no question that she loved him too.

She rubbed his arm again from wrist to shoulder and back down again, looping her fingers lightly around his wrist before sliding her hand into his. "A bath would be good. Maybe I could--" Her other hand made a flicking rotation, half the gesture of her teleportation spell. "--us back to my room? Unless you need to hurry off."

From:

hellorhighwater

Her fingers caught around his wrist for a second, and something in Neil’s chest loosened for a moment, making his breath heavier as he sighed around the gesture before she was asking about teleporting them back to her room.

Like she had to ask or something. She really was adorable.

“If you’re okay to do the magic.” He assured her with a grin. “I trust your judgment ‘n all.”

From:

fondofapples

Her chin came up, the fire of pride in her eyes. "I can do the magic." That spell was so deeply ingrained in her, sometimes she thought she'd do it reflexively if she was knocked unconscious just to get herself out of danger.

"But I..." She shrugged very slightly. "Need you to grab anything you don't want to leave behind and bring it back here, unless you're carrying me." Standing she could do. Walking? She was going to need a few.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil considered it for a moment, but decided to err on the side of caution and lifted one hand to summon a larger sprite than usual--a ball of dragon fire called into his palm, blazing snow white as he infused it with extra magic before it regained its texture and crimson edges, floating out of his hand to hover and await instruction.

"Gather our things and bring them to my sanctuary."

As it took off to obey him, Neil bent his head to press a kiss to her shoulder with a little smile.

"We can go. And if you're really keen on bein' swept off your feet, I can still oblige."

Edited Date: 2018-10-11 06:56 pm (UTC)

From:

fondofapples

The sprites were, all in all, the bit of his magic she most envied. They were useful and beautiful, and she could have done with a small army of helpers from time to time. For example now, to collect her clothes--

"You remembered mine," she said softly, surprised, even though she shouldn't have been. He was beyond thoughtful, her dragon knight, and yet so much of her life had been forcing her way into places she was supposed to belong, or ordering people to behave the way her station deserved, to have him remember something so simple meant the world to her.

It showed in the smile she gave him and the way her fingers trailed down his arm to find his hand. "I don't need you to carry me, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to." Proof if he needed it that she'd wanted and needed that, if she was inviting him to treat her like a romance heroine.

From:

hellorhighwater

Looking down at her, Neil tucked the moment away in the back of his chest--one of the ones he lived for, and at the same time the ones that made him want to kill someone. Whenever he surprised her or delighted her with some tiny, insignificant gesture or thought, the delight and open affection she showed filled his chest so that his heart floated right out of it, and it broke his heart at the same time that she didn't seem to understand.

She fucking deserved to be considered, remembered--adored.

Stowing his rage, and giving her his smile instead, Neil stooped to do just that: hook an arm under her knees and lift her off her feet, cradled securely against his chest.

"Beloved, if you think for one second that I'm gonna ever forget a thing about you--or that I'll ever be crazy enough to turn down a chance to get a beautiful, naked woman into my arms," he drawled, affectionately mimicking the way she sometimes spoke to him, "then you haven't been paying attention."

From:

fondofapples

Lifted and cradled against his chest, Regina could finally release the tension in her legs and her ass that had held her upright even with his help. With it, her uterus shifted and she had to suppress a wince, quickly biting the inside of her cheek (effectively cutting off her smile of amusement at him repeating her own words back to her). The bites on her neck and shoulder hurt worse, but she knew where he'd more likely focus his guilt.

"I'm fine," she murmured before he could say anything more, and quickly shut off the water and summoned the mists that would carry them directly to her bathroom. Hopefully, the prospect of something to do (draw her a bath, get her bath oils, wash her hair) would keep him from fretting too much.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil caught the expression, and it drew his attention in all the wrong directions as his gaze flicked down and over to her shoulder, the marks he'd left.

As much as he enjoyed them--couldn't stop the fierce swell of possessive pleasure he felt at the sight of them--he'd gone too far, and he knew why. That was the part that bothered him.

Once the teleportation mist cleared, Neil took more care setting her down, sitting her on the edge of the tub. Rolling his lips together, tellingly quiet, he called a ball of dragon fire to life in his palm, drained the flame, then forced the raw magic to coalesce into a glossy, iridescent orb before carefully placing it on the edge of the tub, then tipping it in.

The orb immediately dissolved into a mist that spread across the surface of the tub, then began to fade but not disappear. It became, instead, wisps of gentle steam rising off a bathtub now full of water on just the right side of a little too hot, a heat that would burn before it promptly began to cool and sink into aching muscles.

By the time the steam settled into something less mystical, Neil's brow had broken out in a sweat from exertion--which was precisely what he wanted: to keep the fire in his veins quiet.

From:

fondofapples

"Neil." Tightening her stomach muscles first to avoid the inner shifting, Regina reached up to smooth the sweat from his brow. "Don't punish yourself for giving me what I asked for. I know you think it was too much, but it wasn't."

As though to prove it, she eased herself into the tub without his help. The water briefly scalded--just enough too hot to pierce through self-protective muscle tension--and then immediately cooled to the perfect temperature to coax out a slow, smiling sigh.

"Join me," not a request. "And then tell me what's bothering you about this even though I've told you it's more than okay."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil didn't even stop to think about it: when she spoke, he obeyed, sliding into the water with far less of a reaction to the heat so he was facing her, not quite meeting her eyes.

"I'm not--punishing myself, just keeping my head on straight." he murmured. Lifting wet hands from the water, he scrubbed them briskly over his face for a second, refreshed by the warmth of it washing away more of the residue of his dried sweat.

"I told you once before--the fire doesn't just come after my body, sometimes it can get in my head, too." he explained. "When it's close to the surface, like it was today, it can seep into my thoughts and sort of...take over. Not coercive, or like possession, it's more like...it finds the things we both want, and makes it almost impossible for me to stop and think before I act. It doesn't take control, it burns it away. Normally it likes bloodlust and anger, and, uh..."

He trailed off, wincing at himself as he raked a hand back through his wet hair.

"I called you to deal with the anger, and...when you presented something else to work through the bloodlust, it--liked that idea, I guess."

From:

fondofapples

"Unsurprising," Regina replied, voice steadier from the heat sinking into her body. Abraded vaginal tissues burned uncomfortably, but that would pass by morning. For now, she simply moved carefully to keep from irritating them. "Sex and battle are intrinsically linked."

She pressed her calves against him and rubbed his hip with her foot. "You're ashamed because you liked the pure physical domination, and it feels wrong because you want to protect and care for me?"

From:

hellorhighwater

"It's not that I liked it--that's...Ember's Breath, that's one of the things I can't get enough of with you." he admitted, reaching beneath the water to embrace that contact, absently circling her ankle with his fingers, smoothing his thumb over the inside of the joint with his thumb. "You're not afraid of the things I want--the things I need. And you give as good at you get, I...I probably like that way more than is remotely appropriate."

For a second he smiled--pure male hunger as he finally met her gaze--but it didn't last, the smile faltering as his expression grew more introspective.

"And that's it, it's...how much I liked it." he finally sighed. "Not only have I never gotten that rough in bed with someone--"

He raised a hand immediately to forestall any remarks--mostly in jest, as another quirk of a smile attested to.

"--metaphorically speaking, shut up."

Dropping his hand, he continued with a roll of his neck and shoulders.

"But I was...maybe eighty percent in control of my own actions. And yeah, it was...great, but I felt like I could have crossed a line somewhere in there. Markin' each other up is one thing, I got no problem with that, but look at that."

He reached out with his free hand, gently running his fingers over one of the bite marks he'd left on her shoulder--not just a mark that would bruise, but one that looked just plain mean.

"I never, ever wanna be responsible for flat out hurtin' you, Regina."

From:

fondofapples

She tipped him an amused smile for his metaphorical 'bed' and flexed her foot in his grip. And when he reached out to touch the bite he'd left on her shoulder, she didn't wince but turned her head to kiss his fingertips, to let him know both she was listening and she was all right.

Still, she didn't rush to answer him, other than to acknowledge his concerns with a nod. If anyone understood the dangers of letting the darkness control her actions, it was Regina. And yet, he needed an outlet for the bloodlust or he would snap. In that way, it was different than dark magic. She could suppress it with her will indefinitely as long as she stayed strong.

For a long moment, she held his gaze in steady quiet while she considered it. Eventually, she said, "You trust me to hold your leash and be your eyes. Trust me not to let you hurt me."

From:

hellorhighwater

Looking into her eyes, Neil could all but see the wheels turning--not in earnest calculation, but rolling something over in her head, turning it again and again like a precious stone in hand to examine its surface and its fire. He watched her think, wondering if it was strange that he could sit for hours and watch that beautiful mind work...

But when she asked more of him, more than he'd given, more than she'd asked for in any other instance, he found himself strangely fascinated by it. This woman, so certain that she was driven by darkness, so afraid and overwhelmed by things like her true love or his dahgo--she took control of him so reluctantly, and asked for the whole of him so earnestly and honestly. She asked for no oaths, and he gave them to her anyway, demanded to be obeyed as a queen only when he asked of her the rule of one.

She handled power with reverence and with honor--not with the iron fist and dominion of his king. He respected both ways, loved both his king and his queen in their own right for how they commanded him...but she didn't wield her power over him in darkness, but in light. And she did it with so little effort.

He wondered if she realized how frightening she could be for that: because she took such care with the control he gave her, made him feel so safe that it was easy to offer his throat, to open his ribs and extend to her his beating heart to care for.

"The will of the gods upon your tongue." he replied after a long silence, strangely unable to avert her gaze as a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Another oath, though that's probably pretty obvious--but it's one I never bind myself to lightly. I hope you know that."

From:

fondofapples

They did this often, she realized, held entire conversations in the interstices of talk, him watching her and her watching him, questions asked and answered--here a glance alighting on a livid bite mark, there the brush of lips over fingertips, here the lift of an eyebrow, there the softening of a gaze, the twitch of a smile, a deeper breath. This time without verbalizing any of the considerations she'd weighed, she'd convinced him that something he feared was not to be feared and when she'd finally made the request, he'd answered with an oath.

She hadn't asked for it, wouldn't have, because his freedom to choose was his safety from her tyranny. But oaths he gave freely, they weren't the same as behavior enforced with a held heart. And because she held his oaths, she'd allow him liberties she'd extend to no other partner.

"I know," she replied, the words an echo of the acceptance already given in the softening of her gaze and the subtle shifts of her body as she began to move in the tub to put her back against his chest instead of the hard ceramic. "I promise I'll let you heal what you can and soothe what you can't, any time you get rough, and I won't pretend I'm not sore if I am."

Not an oath on the gods but on the trust between them, and Neil knew how much she feared exposing her vulnerabilities.

Edited Date: 2018-10-14 02:34 pm (UTC)

From:

hellorhighwater

Another precious piece of her offered, another little jewel to tuck away in the space made by plucking out his own heart—he understood the weight of what she offered, and it was warm, grounding in the middle of his chest. It made him smile a little as she shifted to get closer to him, at which point he reached out to help her twist around so he could help her lay back comfortably against his chest.

“Fire doesn’t offer me much skill in healing—too destructive, too wild.” He admitted, even as he looped his arms around her shoulders and pressed his nose against the top of her head for a moment with a heavy sigh. With breath, he felt some of that worry and that remorse bleed out of him a little, replaced by the comfort of his oath, the assurance of her word of honor—more binding to him than any vow or oath for the abundance she had of that precious virtue.

“But what I can do, I will do.” He added, letting fingers brush over the bite on her shoulder. He rested his chin on top of her head then, mapping the border of the bite with fingertips and a curious little frown. Lifting his hand, he called forth a tiny tongue of fire between his fingers and drained the heat with a deep breath, a tiny shimmer of luminous rainbow light pinched between thumb and forefinger.

The magic coalesced into a pearl of light, one he laid against her skin and fractured with pressure. It had no solid edges, but subtle healing warmth would leech into muscle and soft tissue as his fingers smoothed over the bite. It wasn’t enough effort to strain him, nor was it enough to heal the wound completely—but by the time the energy faded, having done its work, the bite mark was far milder, raw edges healed and a deep bruise just starting to fade on the perimeter.