Bitten
Summary: an interlude in time and space between vampire!Regina and human!Emma
Rating: Oh so very M
Note: Kind of an AU of my main vampire!Swan Queen story, Pointed, I guess? written for a prompt on the kink meme. Hope you enjoy?
“...You are a breath away from being bitten, Miss Swan.”
Emma wasn't quite sure when or how it had happened, only how it had begun. An offhand remark about needing to be better prepared had become an offer for regular sparring sessions. An excuse, really, for both of them to let off some steam.
After the third picture frame had been broken when she'd pressed Regina into the wall and Emma had found herself once again thrown into an ungainly heap at the foot of the stairs, she'd meekly suggested that maybe they do this outside.
What followed was one of the most intensive workouts of Emma's life. Had Regina needed to do so, she was sure the vampire would have ended up panting and sweating from the exercise just as she was. At last, Emma feinted to the right, shifting her weight at the last moment to grab Regina by the wrists and attempt to fling her to the ground.
Regina saw it coming and swerved, too fast to follow, and twisted the grip on her hands to spin Emma against the apple tree, pinning her into the rough bark. Emma could only manage a squeak of surprise before she was all-too aware of Regina's body flush against hers.
She swallowed, chest heaving slightly from the exercise, pressing back against Regina's with every exhale. The vampire just looked at her, expression a combination of exertion and hunger. ...Or was it desire?
"Okay," Emma gulped, trying to be nonchalant. "...I guess you win this one."
Regina's head fell to one side as she scrutinized her. Dark eyes wandered over every feature, and Emma watched pupils blow wide open from something other than just the sparring. Regina's tongue flicked out, moistening her lips as those eyes drifted down to where Emma's pulse was beating out a fervent tattoo against the pale column of her throat. Knowing what the vampire was looking at should have made her shiver with dread. Instead, the blonde felt herself unconsciously shift her weight, pressing back as much as she could. Her hips tilted forward without her permission.
Regina pushed back. Her face was drawing closer, parted lips revealing the barest glimpse of gleaming fangs. Emma tilted her head, swallowing, just barely offering her throat in invitation, should Regina desire it. God, she hoped so. Those gleaming fangs drew closer, enough that Emma could feel the warmth of her own skin seeping away as the decided not-warmth of Regina's grew close enough to graze against her. She shivered, but not from cold, and her head tilted even further. When Regina stopped, a fraction of an inch before they made contact, she almost screamed in frustration.
The vampire rumbled, pushing her hips into Emma's again. Had she not been pinning her against the tree trunk, Emma was certain her legs would give out.
When her eyes demanded to know why she had stopped, Regina spoke through strained vocal chords, as though the words simply could not be repressed. “...You are a breath away from being bitten, Miss Swan.”
Emma couldn't help but groan, those words from Regina's lips leaving her nearly desperate for physical release. Deliberately, she breathed, making a point as her chest expanded with the inhale enough to press desperately against Regina's own. "So bite me," she hissed on the exhale, her voice a ragged swirl of lust and permission. Regina shuddered against her, eyes falling closed. Her struggle with her self-control was extremely visible. Emma almost hated her for it. With a small grin, she attempted to shatter it completely. "Or are you waiting for me to stop playing hard to get?" she purred, and rubbed her body against that of the vampire.
“Emma... do you know what you're asking?” Regina gasped out a final warning, her body trembling as she fought with the last vestiges of her self control. Her grip on Emma's wrists was now hardly there at all, as if it was taking all of the vampire's strength to keep from sinking her fangs into the throbbing temptation before her.
Nearly drowning in her own desires, Emma gave a strangled moan and jerked her head back against the bark of the tree, offering herself completely to the mercy of pointed teeth. “You know I do,” she groaned back. “...I want you to.” Or perhaps, her mind considered, it was more: 'I want you, too.' Emma herself didn't know.
And that was it. The final threads of Regina's control burned away and she lunged, the barbed tips of her fangs sinking slowly into the column of skin and muscle. Despite her need, she seemed to take her time, going in millimeter by millimeter to relish every exquisite sensation until blood finally jolted against the roof of her mouth. And then she groaned in earnest, and her fangs plunged the rest of the way down in a single moment, hot liquid seeping down her throat and spreading the warmth of Emma into every vein of her own body.
Gasping in surprise at the first caress of razor-sharp fangs, Emma could not help but arch against the vampire as she was punctured, a breathy groan slipping from her as the twinge of pain gave way to something far more exquisite, and her mind hazed enough to wonder why the hell she'd never allowed this before. She felt herself slipping away to Regina, but more importantly, felt Regina spreading into her own body, coursing through her arteries along her blood.
“Oh, god!” she moaned, sagging between Regina's pressing body and the tree, ripping her arms free free of the vampire's light grasp and wrapping themselves about Regina's midriff, pulling her even closer against her. She wanted to eliminate any hint of separation between them, she wanted to drown and merge and melt into Regina, to become one creature as her blood pulsed was shared between them.
After what was somehow both years and mere seconds Regina ripped herself away, pulling her blood-stained mouth away and raising her face to the heavens, tongue flicking to pull in the final flecks of Emma's taste, unable to allow even the waste of a single drop. Watching her, Emma felt a wave of what was almost jealousy, and twined a hand up into dark locks, tugging Regina's head back down until she finally crushed those lips against her own. Giving a muffled hiss of surprise, Regina relaxed and then surrendered into the kiss, her own hands slipping down the course of the blonde's body to rest over her hips.
Emma's tongue flicked against red lips, tasting herself on them before finally prying open Regina's mouth and slipping within. Moaning against her, Regina alternated yielding and being aggressive, and Emma felt fresh desire awakening in her with every twist of their tongues and gentle nips against the other's lips. She felt her hands wandering of their own accord, sliding slowly over Regina's ribs before cupping around a soft breast. She could feel the hardened nipple straining against the cream-colored silk of Regina's shirt, as if straining to feel her skin. Regina arched her back, gripping Emma's hips tightly and pressing her breast more fully against the blonde's hand.
Emma's lips curled into a smile, and she pulled back just a little, breaking the kiss. Green eyes looked up to lock onto the dark pools of desire before her, and her hand daringly slid beneath the straining buttons of the Regina's shirt, slipping beneath the cup of the bra to flick her fingers over the stiff peak.
Regina's head tiled back, a gasp and a groan her only response as Emma worked her nipple. She stilled the hand after a moment, pressing herself against the other woman again before meeting eyes raised in question, wondering why she'd been stopped. “...Not here,” the vampire whispered in response to the unspoken question.
Emma blinked, having almost forgotten that they were still outside, that the bark of the apple tree was catching in her hair and snagging over her leather jacket.
They were quickly enveloped by purple smoke, and Emma was too preoccupied by the thought of ripping off Regina's clothes and taking that hard nipple into her mouth to almost even notice that she was dematerializing. Apparently Regina wasn't willing to wait the few seconds it would take her to run whoosh them upstairs into her room. Because that was where they ended up, amidst comforting creams and dark wood and soft light of the fireplace blazing in the corner, the only light source in the room.
The very instant they were fully formed and the purple smoke slipped away, Regina was reclining back onto the surface of her bed, pulling Emma atop her and pulling her in for a kiss. Emma was very nearly thrown by the fact that the vampire was so willingly settling to be the bottom, but then a hand was at the back of her neck and Regina was pulling her face to hers and their lips were once again crushed together, and most thought became decidedly unimportant. The kiss was electric, tongues dancing in fights for dominance the way they'd sparred outside, and Emma groaned, spelling Regina's name against her tongue as she felt the very soul inside her manipulated by the vampire.
A supple thigh insinuated itself between Emma's legs, pressing against her through the denim of her jeans. Pressure began to throb within her, beginning directly in the clit Regina was rocking against and spiraling out in a gush of wet heat, forcing a ragged breath through Emma's lips. Wrenching herself away, Emma paused to yank off the red leather of her jacket and throw it carelessly aside, forgotten quickly as she moved instead to Regina's blouse. She ripped off both the shirt and the bra beneath it in much the same fashion, buttons popping and flying into the air. Regina gasped as her breasts bounced free of the fabric, settling back against her ribs, nipples screaming for Emma's attention so determinedly that she could forgive the ruined clothing.
Emma was only too happy to oblige, lowering her head and hands to skin seen bare for the first time. She took both breasts in her hands, squeezing them together and sucking and licking at the undersides, teasing. She suckled at the soft flesh, raking her teeth across the skin. Her mouth wove a path up to the line between the soft mounds, leaving deep red marks of her own Claiming on skin that faded back to olive within seconds. She felt a pang of sadness at that, and nearly swore at the realization that no mark she ever gave Regina would last. At least not a physical one.
Regina didn't seem to mind, fingers tangling in blonde longs and pressing her head closer to her chest, every breath she was unconsciously taking building into moans that sounded suspiciously like Emma's name. Repositioning her hands to cup those breasts, Emma bent to lightly circle one with the barest tip of her tongue, fingertip moving to do the same to the other. Regina writhed, squirming, arcing her back in anxious attempt to get closer before Emma relented and wrapped her lips around the stiff peak and pinched the other. Regina's definitely moaned out her name then.
Rolling the nipple between her fingers, Emma darted her tongue over the other, suckling at it contentedly. Regina's hands tugged at her hair with each pinch or bite, writhing and slowly driving her thigh harder against Emma's clit. Unable to take it any longer, the vampire forced back Emma's shoulders to make her sit up, ripping off her tank top and bra with blurring speed. The sudden rush of air sent chills up Emma's sides, culminating around tight and responsive nipples. Strong arms pulled her back down, and the feel of cool, bare skin on Emma's hot breasts was so utterly overwhelming that her hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding down against Regina's thigh.
Hands slid down to cup over the denim of Emma's ass, guiding her hips to thrust against that thigh in the most exquisite rhythm, every rock forward causing Emma's heat to throb against her panties. Their nipples brushed together, the sensations building and combining to drive Emma steadily closer to the height of her pleasure. Leaning forward and bending her head, Regina pressed a heated kiss over the spot she'd bitten, sucking with lips alone, fangs safely tucked aside. But the skin there was highly sensitized now, and as Regina's tongue flicked over the twin punctures, Emma gave a startled, aching gasp and shuddered in her arms, driven over the edge so hard and so fast her mind couldn't cope with the feelings.
She could scarcely fathom that it had happened so fast, but Regina merely smirked against her skin and slowed her motions as blissful convulsions rocked through Emma's core, the blonde moaning with strangled gasps of breath as she slipped slowly down from her orgasm. “Whoa...” she groaned groggily, blushing a bit from coming so quickly, and rolled off the thigh with a contented smile, though a stirring in her belly was quick evidence that she was far from sated.
Regina chuckled against her neck, running her fingernails approvingly down the blonde's spine. “Did you really just-?”
“Yeah.” Emma's blush only brightened, spreading its way down her entire body and making her pulse beat faster in her veins.
Eyes watching it pound beneath her skin, Regina groaned, “Do you have any idea how arousing that is?” And then decided to show her, gathering the blonde into her arms and pressing another kiss to parted lips, Emma answering with a moan of her own. Their tongues battled for supremacy, Regina's extended fangs nipping over Emma's lower lip, making her groan with every graze of her skin. Finally, the vampire pulled away, mischief already building in dark eyes.
Before Emma quite knew what was happening she was flipped onto her back, a wave of Regina's hand dissipating the final remaining clothing until they were at last gloriously nude. Allowing herself a hungry look over the human's bare, flushed skin, Regina pounced, settling between spread thighs like a poised cat. Gasping in a mix of surprise and arousal, Emma's head flopped against the pillows, honestly amazed at how responsive her body was to this woman. She was like a stringed instrument that Regina knew instinctively how to play, hands traveling tortuously up her thighs and gliding over her stomach to toy with her breasts.
Grinning up at her, Regina finally lowered her head to Emma's hips, kissing and briefly biting, though not hard, in vague patterns that drew steadily close to her almost unbearably wet heat. Just before red lips would have finally caressed over where the blonde so desperately wanted them, Regina pulled back enough to meet green eyes. “Emma?” She licked her lips, her senses overwhelmed with the sight and smell of Emma spread so deliciously before her. “...May I?”
The sight of Regina poised just like that, lips barely visible between her thighs, was very nearly enough to make Emma spasm again, and she felt a fresh wave of desire coursing through her, culminating around her clitoris. “Yes, Regina...” she groaned loudly, granting permission, craving it, knowing somehow that if she did not feel Regina drinking from her again she might well burst. “Please... yes.”
Moaning wantonly at the permission, Regina lowered her mouth once more, tongue flicking out to taste and kiss over flesh that was just as hungry as she was. But apart from outside under the tree just now, it had been decades if not centuries since she'd truly drank from a human, and now that the worst of her hunger was abated, she was not going to just rush through it. Better to take her time and prolong Emma's pleasure. And her own. The barest tip of her tongue slid along Emma's slit, and the resulting shudder had nothing to do with a chill. Regina's tongue dipped into her, licking in a single long line, stretching her tongue out to lap hungrily over wet lips. A single long finger slid home, exploring, wiggling, teasing over each part of her until it finally slipped to lightly circle over the sensitive button of her clitoris.
Tangling her hands into the sheets beneath her, Emma writhed, helpless as a puppet to every whim of Regina's hands and mouth. Emma had to marvel at Regina's control, and plead for her, wondering if the vampire was ever going to bite her. Each exhalation was a ragged gasp, a fevered whimper of 'please' and 'do it.' She wanted it, she needed it just as desperately as Regina did.
The vampire's attention was now focused on the skin surrounded Emma's heat, pressing kisses and suckling without teeth on hips and thighs while her finger still toyed with the clit. Each kiss had just a hint more of teeth, fangs grazing over fevered skin as Regina kissed her way up the inner thigh, finally settling just over the femoral vein high on Emma's thigh. Licking and sucking more determinedly, the kisses grew more passionate, and Emma fought not to buck and jerk, desperate to give Regina all of herself. The teasing and waiting was unbearable, and when Emma finally groaned out “Regina, please!” and wiggled her hips just so, the vampire finally lunged and struck. Her fangs pierced deep into the skin, finding the vein and drinking deeply of it. Emma's nerves fairly danced at it, and her entire body throbbed with longing and sheer euphoria.
After her tongue played teasingly over the wound for a few delicious moments, Regina was unable to hold herself back any longer, and sealed her lips against the skin. Her tongue fluttered against it, massaging away any pain from the bite. And the she truly began to drink. Her hand slipped beneath Emma's knee, following along the back of her thigh and pressing her closer to her fangs and mouth. Her fingers kneading the back, offering as much sensory overload as she could as she drank.
The ache within Emma was deepening, overcome by sensation pouring into her as Regina gave from her as much as she was taking. Emma writhed and nearly screamed, the need so great she honestly thought if Regina released her now, she would die. In response, Regina's other hand was not idle, fluttering into her heat faster and faster, making Emma buck into her. She paused only for a tiny moment, slipping away, and then the finger on her clit was replaced by a thumb. The fingers arced to slide within the clenching heat of Emma's sex, and the blonde tightened her hold on the sheets, fairly certain she was ripping holes into them. Regina's mouth on her vein seemed directly connected to her sex, and every little variance in pressure or suckling sent another pull directly to her clit. A second finger slipped within her, thrusting faster, harder.
Pulling away from the wound in order to moan her appreciation and lick her lips, Regina purred at her. “You're truly Mine now, you know,” she murmured. The Claim burned between them, evident in the purple haze that blurred her vision and made her oh-so-acutely aware of just how close her human was now. She smirked against flushed and bleeding skin. “Come for me, Emma.”
Back arching tight as a bowstring, Emma felt her body on overload, the culmination of fucking and sucking driving her mad. Regina bit down again. A third finger slid home; her fingernails dug sharply into the back of Emma's thigh.
Screaming as white-hot intensity burned through her veins, Emma came.
The slight pain of fangs and nails blurred into overwhelming pleasure, building on itself in layer after layer of an agony so sweet she was screaming Regina's name to the heavens. The Queen's fingers slowed and finally stilled, fangs retracting until she was only lightly licking over the wound, lapping at the remaining blood there was no longer a trace. Pulling back, she turned her attention instead to Emma's still-aching core, dragging her tongue along the length and licking her clean. “You taste divine, my human,” she murmured, and reached to offer her glistening fingers to Emma's open and gasping mouth.
Purring against her, Emma gasped out a laugh, Regina's fingers popping from her lips as she sucked herself off them. “I do, don't I?” she grinned breathlessly, feeling a little lightheaded and dazed but gloriously content. And then it was her turn to take on a predatory look, managing to twist their positions so that Regina was once again beneath her. “Let's see how you taste, your majesty,” she grinned, emphasizing the title.
Beneath her, Regina gulped. And, bending her head to catch Emma's lips, she smirked.
There were benefits, she mused, to Claiming.