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The snap of a twig, in the distance, halted Emma’s movements. Hands still cupped with water, the blond froze and listened. She could feel something had changed, she was unsure what was causing the hair to rise on the back of her neck. A strange sensation as goose flesh spread across her skin, and the air tingled with a faint buzz. Releasing the water that she held in her cupped palm, green eyes scanned their surroundings. Emma stood slowly. Right hand moving to rest on her sword's mantle in full preparation of felling whatever beast might have come for her.

“H-help me.. Please someone help me.” A voice, frail and frightened, whistled over the wind to Emma’s ears. Cautiously, the princess moved through the thick foliage alone, confident in leaving her horse by the lake to run or fend for himself. If something were to spook him, Chestnut would return home, or he would laze and wait for her if nothing happened.

Each step she took was a practiced one, like her father and the other knights had taught her, she was paranoid of any traps an enemy might have laid out for her. The pleading voice that called through the forest, directing Emma to where she needed to go. Not far from the lake, she saw what had caused the disturbance of her rest. A peasant woman was lying in a clearing curled up, her dress torn, showing a dark red on the edges. Brunette locks mussed with twigs and dirt hid the poor things face from Emma's view. Small glimpses of olive skin, and soft flesh exposed beyond the measure of propriety.

‘She must have been attacked by some bandits. I must help her.’ Quickly, Emma forgot all the lessons her father had pounded into her head about the dangers of magic. The tricks of the Dark Forest and that of the Evil Queen. The princess rushed to the fallen woman on the ground.

“My lady, are you alright?” Emma gently laid her hands on the shivering woman’s back.

“Please, help.” The woman begged again, keeping her face to the ground lest Emma see the true identity of whom she was “helping”.

“What happened? Did bandits do this to you?” Emma asked, taking off her jacket and draping it over the brunette.

“A witch, the queen, She cursed me.” The disguised Regina whimpered as she played her part, “please help.”

“What has the Evil Queen done? Is she still here?” Looking around for the Evil Being that would dare hurt someone so innocent, the blond failed to notice the purple wisps of smoke that dissipated from the forest floor as Regina’s lust was beginning to cause her glamour to fail.

“It hurts, so much, please help me.” Regina convincingly begged from her position on the ground. Her cock was throbbing and hard, aching for the blondes touch. The thoughts of the things she was going to do to Emma, of the pleasure she was going to give and gain, oh it was making her so hard and horny.

“Where? Where does it hurt? Please let me help. I know some first aid. Where have you been struck?” Emma bent down, hesitatingly running her hands over the woman to see if she could find the wound. Her hand brushing over a bulging protrusion that seemed out of place near the woman’s abdomen. The groan the woman released clued the blond princess that she had found the injury. Gently, Emma ran her hand up and down the bulge, testing to see what it was.

It had a curious shape and seemed to be vibrating with heat, twitching even. Emma wondered what could have possibly cause such an abrasion, she felt the need to get a closer look. “It seems a nasty bump, my lady, Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Noooo….ohhh no knight, you’re making…it better.” Regina groaned in pleasure as Princess Emma of the White Kingdom unknowingly rubbed her cock through her torn skirts.

“Are you bleeding?” Emma wondered, looking down in curious fascination as she got a firmer grip of the bulge. The blonde princess noticed that it was throbbing more under her hand. Every time she stroked it, the bulge seemed to get harder and tighter feeling, like it was being stimulated somehow.

"My lady, I feel I must take a closer look. I want to be sure that it is not so bad that you will not survive a trip to the healers." The blonde murmured, already beginning to move aside the torn skirts to try to see what it was that she was feeling

“Keep rubbing, please” Regina groaned hoarsely, her hips beginning to jerk sporadically, "you're making it so much better, knight." It was not as splendid feeling as a mouth or even a wet, warm, pussy, but it was working to get the Queen closer to release. Unable to resist, Regina reached a free hand that wasn't clutching the forest floor and placed it on top of Emma's. A gasped groan left the Queen as the tips of the princess' fingers brushed against her bare flesh. Pressing the hand she was holding harder on to herself, Regina began to grind her hips. Getting closer and closer to being on the verge of cumming, Regina moaned in protest as she felt a tug on her magic. She was being called by that damn imp. This was not okay. With a jerking protest to her body and Emma’s confusion, Regina left in a cloud of purple smoke. This was not over, Regina hummed in her mind, the raging erection she was sporting so hard it was painful. Rumple had better have a good excuse for calling her after she had gotten so close to spilling her seed from Emma's "healing" touch.

Emma stared in confusion at the space where the woman had been. Flushed, confused and terribly aroused for some reason, the blond turned and headed back the way she came. She had no idea what happened, however she was determined to find out. First though, she wanted to go home, and possibly masturbate.