The Queen and The Huntsman

Chapter Three: Come and Get It

The Queen put her hand in the air and waved the chamber doors closed. They slammed shut with unbelievable force. The Huntsman leaned up toward Regina and watched her magic in awe. She smirked as a fireball ignited in her hand. She threw it toward the fireplace to give them enough light to play. The curtains closed around the windows and a clicking of the doors locking could be heard.

The Huntsman put his arms around the woman currently straddling him, feeling the silver chain that ran down her spine. Regina ran her fingers through his messy, sweaty hair. She pulled it and forced his head back so he would look into her eyes.

“I’ll do anything you desire, my Queen,” he said, unwillingly. He could feel the control she had over him. She smiled and pressed her lips against his. His hands left the chain on her back and found they were grabbing her ass, which felt especially firm in the leather pants. He became aroused by her touch, her lips, the feeling of her body against his. He knew the Queen was attractive; he always thought so.

Regina ran her hands over his chest and began removing his hunting garments. She felt him grow erect against her pelvis and knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. She bit down on his lip and threw his clothes on the floor. She pulled away from his lips and pushed him forcefully back on the bed. He looked up at her as she leaned down and began kissing and biting his chest. She ran her fingers down his body, over his nipples and navel. She stopped at his belt buckle and worked on removing it.

She waved her hand over it and it became loose. It removed itself and landed in her hand. She waved her other hand over the Huntsman and his hands were forced up, into the air. She tied him to the bed frame with his own belt.

“That’s more like it,” she whispered in his ear before biting down on it.

She kissed her way down his body until she reached his pants again. She watched the way he stared at her as she unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling his zipper down with her teeth. The Huntsman groaned with pleasure, which made her particularly excited. She waved her hands over his legs and suddenly his pants disappeared from his body and landed on the floor. He was completely naked in her bed now while she was still on top of him, her mouth touching his pelvis sensually.

“How am I to undress you, m’lady?” he asked, leaning his head back as her lips found their way to his penis.

“When you prove you are a wolf,” she quickly leaned up to his face and grabbed it with her hand. She squeezed his cheeks together, much like earlier when she first kissed him. “If you wish to break free from the belt, you must fight for it. If my naked body is what you truly desire, come and get it.”