Addiction

Chapter 2 - My curse

*smut warning* 

"This is my curse, I have accepted that over the last 28 years. I will never be satisfied." 

I could tell that Emma didn't quite know what to do after hearing that. She clearly knew what I meant, but didn't fully seem to understand the gravity of the situation. The blonde sat down beside me on the bed though left enough space between us to not make it awkward. By now, I didn't really care who sacrificed themselves to please me, but I'm sure to her it would have been strange. Especially considering she turned out to be the birth-mother of my son.

"Have you seen a doctor about this?" She asked and looked at me. I laughed a little.
"I trust Whale as far as I can throw him..." I shook my head. "He inspected me in different ways, but I promise you there was no permanent solution." Leaving the circumstances of that physical exam in the middle. I just shifted a little uncomfortably on the bed and sighed in frustration.
"Maybe you should call the sheriff again, I can just find another place to sleep." She tried. I smiled and looked at her.
"I'll be ok... It wouldn't be the first night like this." I moved to crawl further onto the bed slowly and got in, curling up a little. The woman watched me with a certain fascination.
"I guess I'll go to my room then." She said softly and got up. As she walked to the door she seemed to hesitate for a moment. I frowned and looked at her as she was reaching for the door yet stopped.
"I... Could help you... if you really need it." She chanced a glance. I chuckled softly and shook my head.
"Don't do it out of pity... You have no idea what I'm capable of. Do it if you really want to." I told her.

A few moments past, the woman seemingly considering her options. I just lay there in bed, my body heating up with every passing moment, seemingly anticipating the other. Emma turned to me and groaned a little.
"Screw it." She whispered, probably more to herself than to me. She crawled onto the bed and attacked my lips with hers. She kissed me deeply and I happily responded. She worked her hands under the sheets and pushed them down, removing one of the barriers between us. My hands found their way under the blonde's pajama-top and caressed her back, scratching it lightly with my nails. The woman responded by arching into my body, pressing close and grinding her hips into mine. I let out a heated moan and started on tearing her top off. Patience was definitely not one of my virtues. She seems to get the hint and helped me strip it off of her before she quickly moved to open my robe, parting the fabric before diving down and kissing down my chest. She worked her way to one of my breasts and sucked on the nipple teasingly. I grabbed a handful of those blonde locks and groaned.

"Miss Swan... no need to be gentle." I encouraged her. Soon enough those lips and tongue were accompanied by teeth. I loved every moment of it... The heat in my body quickly increased and I could feel the liquid rapidly spreading between my legs. I reached down and slid my hand over those sensitive lips, feeling the slippery substance spread. Soon enough my hand was snatched away and pinned above my head. I glared at the woman who had me pinned down, but she kissed me softly and nudged my knees apart with her own.
"I'll make up for it, I promise." She whispered between our lips and slowly sat up. She got rid of the pajama-pants and her underwear before straddling my thigh, she nudged her thigh against my core and leaned forward, lacing our fingers together and pinning my hands next to my head. As she moved to kiss me, she started to grind her hips and in turn rub against me as well. I let out a strangled moan as I felt her rub me like that. My moans quickly swallowed into the kiss we shared. She started moving faster, picking up the pace a little. I moved my hips to meet her movements and squeezed her hands a little. It was feeling good, really good. My hunger slowly getting sated on a different level. I held onto her hands tightly and pulled back from the kiss, gasping a little. She leaned in and licked over my neck. I threw my head back and cried out as she bit my nipple, pulling it between her teeth.
"M-Miss Swan..." I struggled to speak.
"Emma." She whispered over my lips and sucked on them. "Call me Emma." She groaned and pulled on my lip with her teeth.
"No visible marks..." I looked into her eyes and she nodded.

I decided it was enough and took control, rolling us over and getting the blonde on her back. I sat up and put my hands on her stomach, moving uncontrollably until I finally reached that one moment of satisfaction. I threw my head back and bit on my arm, holding back the loud moan that was about to escape. I shook on top of the blonde as orgasm ripped through my body and seemed to tear me limb from limb and pulling on all my veins at once. The last thing I noticed was that I fell backwards, after that, everything went black...

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I woke up to the smell of bacon and some giggles. I slowly peeled open my eyes and stretched my languid body before rolling over in the bed. I was alone, but that didn't bother me, what bothered me was that it was already past noon and I was still in bed!

I got up with a start and quickly dressed myself, leaving the mess of a bed for what it was for now. I rushed down the stairs and saw Emma and my son making 'breakfast' even if it was lunchtime. 

"Henry! Shouldn't you be at school?" I asked and looked around for his backpack.
"Mom, it's Saturday." He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and tilted his head. I was taken aback a little and looked at the calendar. It was indeed Saturday.
"I must have lost track of time..." I said softly. I never lost track of time, why was I so out of it? Normally seconds crawled by, making it painfully obvious for me that time was there to torture me, but I wasn't sure why I wasn't feeling that way now.

I sat down slowly at the table and had a plate with pancakes and bacon put under my nose.
"Eat, you clearly need it." Emma smiled at me and went back to the stove. I looked back at the food and slowly started eating. That's when it hit me. Where did that hunger I always felt go? I took a bite and looked at Emma, more like blatantly staring at her. "Something wrong?" She looked at me worried and I frowned.
"No..." I said softly and went back to the food. What had happened that I wasn't craving sex like a junk who hadn't had their cocaine yet? This certainly was more than a little strange, and something tells me that the woman in my kitchen had something to do with it.

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A/N And here is chapter 2! I know, there isn't a whole lot of smut, but we will get there ;)

Now that Regina isn't an uncontrollable soaking mess anymore, she starts to worry about other things, like why wasn't she craving anymore and would happen if Emma left if it was Emma at all, were the effects permanent or perhaps not?