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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out - Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-01-21 11:19:32 +0000 UTC
Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/fever-you-cant-1-71720422
Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73022113
Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/fever-you-cant-3-74365831
Part 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/fever-you-cant-4-75994399
Word count: 4,237
Little John let out a raucous laugh and his eyes followed Emma as she darted out of his reach with the same calculated intensity of a wolf pursuing a deer.
“You honestly think you could satisfy a woman better than me?” He lunged suddenly, narrowly missing her face with his large fist as he bragged, “I’ve been inside many women, and they all came back for more. Regina will be no different.”
Emma dropped her gaze to Little John’s crotch with a derisive snort, “I doubt it. I guess that’s why they call you Little John, huh?”
It was asinine, but worked like a charm. The crowd behind her laughed and she jeered along. Nothing wounded a man’s ego more, and Little John let out a sudden bellow and barreled towards her like a bull let loose.
Predictable, but faster than anticipated.
Emma tried to dive out of the way, and Little John clipped her shoulder. He sent her flying backwards, ass first into a tent. The impact winded her, and something she landed on snapped with the force.
“Fuck,” Emma groaned, getting up as the tent caved in on itself and enveloped her. She swung her arms wildly to try and free herself, aware that she looked less threatening than a ghost on Scooby Doo.
The crowd broke into fits of rowdy laughter.
Little John steadied himself and grabbed for the cloth that covered her, tugging it roughly to pull Emma back into the makeshift arena. He carried the tent like a burlap sack with a scrawny cat fighting to get out of it.
“Regina wanted me to go easy on you,” Little John confided and swung her roughly to send her soaring back into full view of everyone to humiliate her. “But I’m going to snap you like a twig.”
Emma untangled herself just in time to see him striding towards her with a menacing glare, and she pushed herself onto her feet with a stubborn, albeit cocky attitude just to spite him.
“You smell worse than a bag of manure that’s been left to rot in the sun,” Emma sardonically remarked, lifting her hands up to beckon him closer. “And you look like someone stitched a scrotum to a bear carcass and backed over it in a truck.”
“You have a smart mouth! We’ll how smart it is when I break your jaw!” Little John snarled viciously, throwing out his right fist the second he got close enough.
Emma ducked the blow, but didn’t see his left swing until it struck her in the face. Staggering backwards, she belatedly realized that was the one Regina had warned her about before the match.
Blinking furiously to clear her vision, Emma felt the burning sting of her split lip before she tasted the coppery tang of blood.
“Not laughing now, are you, Swan?” Little John gloated, making a grab for her. His thick fingers curled around her forearm and he yanked her closer to wrap his muscled arms around her.
“Fuck, you’re soaked in sweat...” Emma gasped, struggling in his grip as he tightened slowly around her, squeezing the air from her lungs. “You’re really bad at giving hugs.”
Ignoring the way she strained against him, Little John lifted her up as though she weighed nothing. “I’m going to pound you first, and then I’m going to pound Regina.” He tightened his arms as if he had done this before. “Let’s see how long it takes to crush your ribcage.”
“Let’s not,” Emma wheezed, her body straining from the pressure like a balloon close to popping.
Sagging into him, Emma did the only thing she could, and opened her mouth to bite fiendishly into his shoulder.
Little John let out a feral sounding roar, but kept his hold on her, and Emma retaliated by clamping her jaws harder, breaking through his skin until he pushed her off with a yell. “You fucking bit me, you rabid wench!”
Emma sneered darkly, her teeth and chin smeared in his blood as she rasped, “What’s the matter, Little Dick, can’t take the pain?”
He threw his fist again, wildly and recklessly, and she blocked it with her arm, bringing her knee up fast and hard to slam into his crotch. Little John dropped like a demolished building, smashing into the grass with a pained groan that echoed through the men in the crowd.
Emma threw her hands into the air, though her victory was short lived as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down to his level.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Little John barked into her face, pinning her with his weight as he wrapped his large hands around her throat and pressed down hard.
Emma uselessly tried to claw his hands off. Pain and desperation weaved together as her lips parted for air that she couldn’t suck in.
“Emma won’t be able to walk once I’m done with her,” Little John shouted, losing himself to the animalistic rage that forced his hands to clench around Emma’s neck.
The panic in Emma died at his words, replaced entirely by a sickening rage that twisted through her gut and threatened to burst out of her chest. She grabbed Little John’s ears and dug her nails in as she wrenched them without mercy.
His hands left her throat, and the sound of his shouting was drowned by the frenetic beating of Emma’s heart.
“You’ll rip them off!”
“I’ll rip something off!" Emma screamed into his face and threw her fist into his face with a satisfying crunch. He rolled off her, sputtering from his broken nose, but she wasn’t done. Kneeling on his chest, Emma delivered three more rapid, brutal punches that left him bloodied and dazed. “Submit, you son of a bitch, or I swear I’ll end you right here. Submit!”
David and Ruby rushed over, grabbing her by the arms to lift her off, but she grabbed onto his shirt, shaking him as she yelled in his face, “Say it!”
“He can’t!” David rumbled, “Emma he can’t! You knocked him out!”
Emma snarled and let him go. She watched as his head lolled onto the grass, limp, and only then did she back off. “The things he said…”
“Yeah, I heard,” Ruby announced, shrugging at David’s bewildered look. “Wolf hearing.”
Regina watched the spectacle from afar. She swept the long dark hair away from her face as she took in the sight of her crazed champion: Emma, covered in blood and staggering across the field with a wild gleam in her eyes.
“Get out of my way!” Regina shouted and rushed through the crowd to get to Emma. She stalked close and reached out to grip Emma’s chin.
Magic gently repaired the split in Emma’s lip and radiated outward to heal her other battle wounds.
Regina bided her time until Emma looked totally normal and then delivered a swift slap to her cheek. “That’s for how you spoke to me before the last round.”
To Emma’s surprise, Regina also followed that up with a hard kiss on the mouth. She latched onto Emma’s bottom lip and sucked, flicking her tongue softly over the spot that had been injured. The kiss lasted long enough to make everyone in the surrounding area fall silent and still.
“That’s for emerging as the victor,” Regina explained with a raspy sound to her voice, then grabbed Emma firmly by the hand and led her away from the field. “You need to shower. My magic might have taken care of your injuries, but it didn’t help with how you smell.”
After that kiss Emma knew instinctively that Regina was hers. They were meant to be, they were always meant to be, and Emma opened her mouth to say something eloquent and beautiful but all that came out was something ridiculous. “Hey, you also smell awful from sweating in the sun all day.”
Emma’s mouth also watered at the aroma of Regina’s pheromones, and she could still smell the arousal that clung to her despite the clear odor. She longed to taste her, to sink her teeth into soft skin and taste the salt upon it.
“Oh, I intentionally made myself smell like this,” Regina replied with a little flick of her fingers that dropped an aromatic enchantment from her person. “If anyone else had won, I was determined to repulse them. Unfortunately, I don’t think my magic trick was all that effective.”
People moved aside, some gawking while others cheered. Ruby and Merida clapped Emma on the back in victory, Mulan nodded out of respect, and Archie couldn’t look her in the eye. Robin and Little John stood off to the sides, bickering and pointing towards them. Emma smugly flipped them off and ducked inside Regina’s kitchen. She slammed the door shut and locked it behind her before anyone got the bright idea to follow them.
Without making any pretenses about it, Regina started towards the stairs.
“Should we go up to the bedroom?” Regina asked and began to undo the laces at the back of her corseted dress. “I imagine you want to collect your reward.”
Leaning back against the door, Emma fought the haze of her mind, the demand of her hormones, and the pull of Regina. “Actually, I’d like a drink. Then a shower.”
Emma smiled tightly, and stepped towards the fridge, using the huge door as a brief shield to mask the pain and desire that had her grimacing. She wanted Regina more than she wanted to breathe right then, and it made her almost delirious.
Being so close to Regina and not taking her was more difficult than the whole damn tournament. Every inch of Emma strained with barely contained animalistic urges, but she couldn’t succumb to them when Regina so clearly expected nothing less from her.
Emma grabbed a bottle of cider and wrenched the cap off to slug back a good mouthful or two. It was crisp and tangy, and as cold as the look Regina was no doubt directing towards the back of her head.
She couldn’t hide forever, and with a determined scowl, she slammed the fridge shut and stalked towards the stairs, her heated gaze undressing Regina with every step.
“Spell or not you should take a shower with me,” Emma stated, her tone a mixture of gravel and syrup.
She wasn’t asking, and before Regina could respond, Emma lifted her up in her strong arms and carried her straight to the master bathroom.
Being in that position left Regina’s hair wild around her face. She made a painstaking effort to fix it as soon as Emma set her down. “Fine, I suppose I could do with a shower. Right this way.”
They stepped into the en suite bathroom, and Regina turned the handle inside of her glass shower to set the perfect temperature. Regina gave Emma a wide berth and stayed along the wall while they both stripped down. She exhaled in relief when her lungs expanded, no longer held in tight by the boning in her corset.
Catching Emma’s eye from across the bathroom, Regina halted and flung her corset onto the floor.
“I see you looking,” Regina remarked. “We set the rules of the tournament for a reason, didn’t we? You’re entitled to have me, Emma, but are you strong enough to take what’s yours?”
Emma dropped her chainmail to the side and rolled her shoulders to ease the tension in them. She peeled her sweat-soaked shirt off and her bra, and then reached for her belt.
“Strong enough? After everything I’ve just gone through, you’re still criticizing me?”
Nostrils flared and eyes narrowed, Emma raised her chin defiantly and pushed her pants down to her ankles, leaving herself bare and on display. Though she didn’t look down, she sure as hell watched as Regina dropped her gaze. The way she gulped left Emma smirking.
Settling her hands on her waist, Emma angled her hips forward, ensuring her large erection stood proudly under Regina’s watch.
“Looks like I’m not the only one staring now,” Emma scoffed, the smugness on her face almost confrontational as she stalked towards Regina and stopped just shy of touching her. “Like what you see, Regina?”
Just as it seemed she would lean in to kiss Regina, Emma turned suddenly to step into the hot spray of the shower with a low command. “Get in. We’re wasting water.”
Emma’s not so subtle way of flaunting her power had an instant effect. Regina dragged her eyes away and took refuge in the shower, where the steam blanketed the fresh sweat on her body. She did her best to appear relaxed.
Emma stood behind her and pressed against her backside with her impossibly large and imposing cock.
“I’ve heard rumors about this strange curse,” Regina murmured. “Whisperings in the crowd today. In fact, some people were taking bets on the competition and whether the winner will get me pregnant. Did you know about that, Emma? Did you know that if you ‘knot’ with me, that might happen?”
“No, I didn’t know that.”
In fact, Emma only knew what they had discovered the night all hell had broken loose, and she had defended Regina’s home.
It startled her to realize the idea of getting Regina pregnant didn’t scare her. On some level, it excited Emma, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was from the curse or from the depths of her own heart. She could wear protection, and it was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but as she reached around Regina to grab the sponge and one of the fancy body washes, her mouth and nose nestled into the crook of Regina’s neck, and she not so subtly inhaled the scent of her.
Rational thought died down as Regina’s intoxicating aroma filled her senses.
“What else did you hear?” Emma rumbled instead, squeezing liquid soap onto the sponge. She let it drip down her wrist and onto Regina’s breasts with a warm sigh.
Emma settled a rough palm on Regina’s hip to hold her in place as she washed the length of her back in firm but gentle spirals. She allowed her hand to drift lower with the sponge, over Regina’s backside, and between her legs.
“What other rumors did you hear?” Emma asked again in a quieter and entranced voice. She moved closer and palmed Regina’s breast, tweaking the nipple roughly.
Regina reacted to the unexpected touch as if it was natural, though it made her exhale a sharp breath. All of the muscles in her lower belly tensed in excitement as she opened her legs. She slipped her hand down her thigh and brushed her fingers over her tight inner pussy lips, rubbing them up and down.
“There was talk of how different the sex is. This whole time, I’ve had this primal urge to feel you inside of me.” Regina paused in uncertainty and blushed before continuing her explanation. “It’s strange telling you that – but somehow it also feels right, like I’m meant to confide in you. One of the fairies was gossiping earlier about these impulses and she called it mating. I eavesdropped on a lot of conversations.”
There was something empowering at hearing Regina stumble over her words, the way she gasped when Emma’s cock pressed against her lower back. Emma grabbed her hips suddenly and pulled her closer.
“Mating?” Emma husked right into Regina’s ear. “Well, that sounds fitting, doesn’t it? You’ve been acting like you’re in heat.”
It felt instinctive, the way Emma wanted her, the way she could smell the arousal that pooled between Regina’s pussy lips as though it was calling to her personally. Having Regina in her hands, feeling her naked warmth under the hot spray, Emma could barely contain herself. Fierce possessiveness overtook her, and before she had even scrubbed herself fully clean, Emma was spinning Regina around and pressing her back against the tiles with a lustful intensity that pinned her in place.
“I’ve always had the urge to protect you. Deep down I knew I wanted you, but now?” Emma’s eyes dragged down Regina slowly, taking in the sight of her. “It feels like you belong to me. Like you’re mine. And I’ll tear anyone who gets close to you apart.”
Impatiently, Emma turned off the shower and carried Regina to the bed. The scent of omega pheromones was overpowering, and her own urges were fast becoming all-consuming.
Setting her down gently, Emma rumbled confidently, “Open your legs. Show me how ready you are for me.”
Regina moved her knees apart, and caressed her pussy, along her glistening lips as she revealed herself—a glimpse of her tight cunt, needy and wet and all for Emma. Lifting her legs and holding them by the ankles, she submitted completely.
“This is your right,” Regina softly announced. “It’s your right to touch me. Not just because you defeated the others, but because I want you to touch me, Emma. This need I have – it’s unbearable, and you’re the only one who can make it better.”
Groaning at the sight of Regina laid out bare, Emma almost fell to her knees, the aroma of arousal so strong that it left her painfully hard and trembling.
“Come here,” Emma gruffly demanded, crawling onto the bed to settle above Regina. She rubbed her face against Regina’s skin, inhaling the pheromones like a drug, and moaned softly at the rush of adrenaline it caused.
“You smell so fucking good.” Emma rumbled softly, her teeth and tongue gliding over Regina’s heated flesh to nip and lick voraciously. “I need you. I need this with you…”
Her lips ghosted over Regina’s erratic pulse, then upward to claim her mouth with a passionate, deep kiss that turned into biting desperation. Emma’s enormous length nestled between Regina’s sensitive pussy lips. She hissed from the contact, the sheer warmth scalding her and simultaneously easing her swollen shaft.
Rocking instinctively, Emma wrapped her arms around Regina and rubbed herself against her wet folds. She felt Regina respond in kind as she stimulated her clit with every upward stroke.
Regina bared her neck to Emma, who kissed fiercely along her collarbone and up to her jawline.
Emma’s wide tip pushed into her and stopped halfway in where Regina’s body needed to relax before taking more. Regina pulsed the around the massive shaft with a soft whimper. The sex felt incredible—wet and tight and deliriously perfect as Regina wrapped her legs tightly around Emma’s thighs. The position kept her from withdrawing before Regina became acclimated to being had like this — by an alpha with an oversized cock and a need to prove dominance.
This was Regina, the person who made all of her emotions run high, who regularly challenged her—and yet now all of that seemed to be tucked away, apart from the small glint of it in her eyes as Emma stared down at her.
“I feel so sensitive,” Regina admitted and lifted her face to hide it in Emma’s neck. “Like I’m going to come undone.”
“You feel…”
A low groan of pleasure escaped Emma’s throat as she husked, “divine.”
They were words Emma would never have said before, but in that moment, with only half of her thick length pushed inside Regina’s velvety heat, experiencing the rippling grip of her inner muscles clamping around her stiff length? It was the closest to heaven she had ever gotten, enough to make her believe as she rocked her hips with more insistence, demanding entry with an animalistic growl of need. It went beyond lust and love – Emma knew instinctively that she had to fill Regina completely, she had to claim her slick cunt so that everyone knew she was hers.
It was an urgency unmatched by any other, and Emma’s thrusting became all that mattered as she forced herself deeper into Regina’s pussy.
“So wet,” Emma moaned, feeling Regina’s arousal flood down her shaft. It helped her plunge all the way inside, stretching Regina’s inner lips obscenely wide, and forcing her swollen clit to rub against her pelvis with every roll of her hips.
“Mine,” Emma asserted with deeper, harder thrusts, slamming the bed against the wall as her teeth scraped across Regina’s neck. “You’re mine,” she reiterated, her lips latching around Regina’s pulse to bite down on it with a possessive growl.
Regina gasped as her own extreme wetness trickled down her thighs, a torrent of desire that made Emma push into her harder. Her rutted pussy gaped from Emma’s force, not only filling up her emptiness but demanding more room with every grunting stroke.
“Emma,” Regina tried to articulate, yet her voice sounded airless, and all she could do was cling to Emma’s shoulders or fist her hands in the bed sheets. “Emmuh - you’re being so rough.” Her toes curled from it and her spine twisted, tense and then lax. “That’s it, I need to be fucked. I need it in a way that feels different than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m desperate for it.”
Regina closed her eyes and nestled her face against Emma’s while they acted on so many years of pent up hunger for each other. “My mind is racing with irrational ideas… almost brutal images of you taking me.”
The aggressive streak in Emma must have stoked them to life and Regina sounded curious. Every time her pussy gripped around Emma’s cock, she pushed it in a little harder and felt her girth swell to dimensions that would be punishing.
“Tell me them,” Emma demanded breathlessly. “Tell me the ways you want me to fuck you and I’ll make those fantasies come true.”
She needed to prove her vigor to Regina as much as she had to show it in the tournament. The harder Emma charged her hips, the more arousal formed inside of Regina’s pussy in response. The stronger Regina’s pheromones became until Emma’s urges felt insatiable and her cock throbbed with relentless need.
Emma was close, she could feel her pleasure coiling, tightening her muscles and compelling her to slam into Regina with powerful, full thrusts that filled the room with wet smacking and uninhibited moans from both of them.
Her thighs battered against Regina’s as she rammed herself home, taking Regina for all she was worth before a choked groan caught in the back of Emma’s throat and she felt it, like the most painful bliss.
The base of Emma’s cock began to swell considerably of its own volition, tripling in size as she hissed between rows of crooked teeth, only to gasp as she became trapped completely inside Regina’s aching cunt.
“Fuck, I can’t stop it.” Emma whimpered in agonized ecstasy, rocking impulsively as if to bury herself deeper.
“What do you mean you can’t stop it?” Regina asked with an incredulous and scratchy groan that ended with her tensing in release.
Tiny convulsive orgasms tightened around Emma’s girth. Their pleasure continued to ripple, coming in ongoing waves that never completely subsided.
“Please tell me you read the entire book that Belle found,” Regina rumbled in accusation, but without her normal amount of bite, given her orgasmic bliss. “Oh god, I should have made you practice using it first.”
Neither of them was experienced with sex like this, and Regina shuddered to another climax with a whine. The slick grinding of Emma’s cock continued, even as the base of it began to stick inside of Regina.
Emma bucked roughly, knotting Regina with a forcefulness that left them both writhing in torturous pleasure. “I was too busy protecting you to read anything, and I don’t hear you complaining.”
They were joined completely, inseparable, and the thick head of Emma’s cock pushed relentlessly against Regina’s cervix as if trying to enter her womb. She pressed her forehead against Regina’s, her short, hot breaths puffing against her lips with every euphoric spasm from Regina’s climaxing cunt.
“I love you,” Emma husked suddenly as her cock finished swelling and her abdomen hardened like steel. “I have for years.”
Encased in Regina’s liquid heat, Emma succumbed to the internal massage that pulled her release straight from her with a guttural cry. Her orgasm shot through her, a mantra of get her pregnant running through her mind. It was irrational, such a baser urge that over-wired any other need as Emma’s hips jolted forward, her hands clamping down on Regina’s shoulders as spurt after spurt pulsed hotly from the tip of her cock.
The endless jets of Emma’s pleasure awakened new emotions inside of her, explosive and powerfully bonding. Regina clawed at Emma’s back and melded into her, desperate to get as close as possible. The spasms of climax continued to keep their bodies in a state of perpetual trembling.
“I love you, too,” Regina admitted with an emotional husk. “Even when I hated you, I was already falling in love.”
Fused together, Emma couldn’t deny the truth of Regina’s words. They felt connected beyond the physical realm, as if their hearts were beating as one, and she sank into Regina.
Emma continued to rock her hips into Regina, pushing into her as best she could even when she couldn’t pull out. She slipped into a delirium of euphoria that compelled her to move and touch and kiss and bite, to mark and mate.
Regina was hers, finally, fully, in ways Emma had never dreamed possible.
Comments
Maybe, or maybe I'll write something else. ☺️
Possibly! 😂
Jujubuhg
swanqueen 😍😍😍😍😍😍 will we get pregnant Regina soon
Oh, so this was really how Henry was made
They're definitely one of my OTPs too. 💙 Very glad you loved the story! Thank you!!
Yaaasss swanqueen was my 1st OTP so its noice to read this. I LOOOVE ITT
It only took Emma beating the pants off a bunch of the townspeople, but they got there! ☺️Thank you!
😁
They finally admitted their feelings!!! Thanks for sharing ;)
Aaaaaahhhhhh YEEEEEEEES
