The Queen and The Huntsman

Chapter Two: A Wolf Amongst Sheep

The Queen stood before her mirror and stared at her reflection.

"Quite a distasteful look on your face, Your Majesty," the Man in the Mirror appeared before her. She rolled her eyes, as she often did when he spoke to her. "He didn't succeed. Why not just kill him so we can figure out a new plan?"

"Because that would mean I wasted my time," she snapped. "Snow White will turn up and when she does, I will be ready for her. In the meantime, I'm going to have a little fun," she smirked.

"And how do you intend to do that?" the Mirror asked with a jealous tone.

"What's the fun in having a pet if I don't play with him," she laughed maniacally. "But I couldn't possibly do what I want wearing this old thing."

Regina waved her hand in front of her body. The black gown disappeared. Now she was standing before the mirror wearing black leather pants, a black bra with red gemstones, and black-heeled boots. Her hair was now pulled back into a long ponytail with red feathers pinned in the top. She wore a black choker necklace with a red gem in the center and a long silver chain at the back that attached to her bra.

"That's much better," she admired herself in the mirror for a moment before waving her hand again and transporting herself in a puff of purple smoke.

The Huntsman stood at the window in the Queen's bedchamber, his hand resting on the spot where his heart used to be. He turned, startled, when he heard a familiar, yet terrifying voice coming from directly behind him.

"Don't be afraid, Huntsman. I haven't come to hurt you," Regina said. She stopped for a moment and then chuckled. "Well, I can't promise I won't hurt you. You see, I like to bite," she said seductively, her lips nearly touching his. "But that certainly won't kill you," she added.

The Huntsman backed into the wall as the Queen stepped forward.

"What do you want?" he asked in a nervous tone. The Queen smiled. She placed her hand on his chest and let it fall slowly down his torso as she said, "I want you."

The Huntsman looked into her eyes and saw them turn red. He knew his thoughts were no longer his own. Everything Regina wanted him to do to her, he had to do; he wasn't just her pet, he was her slave.

Suddenly, he felt overcome with passion. He pressed his lips against hers and lifted her into his arms. His hands grasped her ass tightly as she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed and threw her onto it. He climbed on top of her, but she quickly maneuvered her body so she was on top of him.

"I'll show you what it means to be a wolf amongst sheep, my pet."