The Swan

A proud smirk graced the Evil Queen’s lips as she watched her well-endowed son enjoy the fruits that she blessed him with. Unfortunately,. she was soon growing bored with this image as well. If she wanted to watch a man or anyone with a phallus being pleasured, she would have pulled her own sword from its confines under her dress for such an event. Regina flicked her wrist towards the mirror once more, “show me Emma.” The image in the mirror rippled sporadically for a moment before clearing into an image of the princess. Narrowing her eyes, Regina tried to think of where Emma was. The forestry and surroundings seemed familiar to her as she watched the blonde bend down to gather water. A purr of seduction whispered through the room, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, where is the white swan this morning gone?” With a swirl of green and blue, the face of the genie appeared, a look of apprehension on his face as he spoke true to his queen, “She rests at your lake over the borders, near the briar of rose.”

Regina laughed as purple smoke engulfed her frame. It was time her children learned the love of their mother, starting with the swan.

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The heat of the sun had been beating down harshly on Emma as she rode her horse Chestnut across the plains of her kingdom to the dark forest. She was determined to find adventure somewhere today, and what better place for adventure than the one that is forbidden to her. Growing up, she had listened to the stories from her parents about the dangers of the dark forest and the Evil Queen who rules over it. Her favorite stories had always been about the Queen. Those were special stories that only their mother Snow White told while the king was away on business. It was like sharing a naughty secret. Now that she was of age, Emma was determined to seek her own adventure. This would be the first of many that she took into the dangerous dark forest, or so she hoped it would be. After hours of riding, she had finally lost the guard that was clumsily trailing behind her. With an exhilarating shout, Emma spurred Chestnut onward, faster into the forest and past the kingdom's border.

Emma loved her parents, her siblings, and her kingdom. She tolerated her fiancé only for the peace of escaping the Dark one’s wrath, but she had always had the sensation of being stuck. Emma wanted adventure. She knew her father planned to pass the crown to her when he passed into the next world, despite the constant yelling that it was not something that she wanted at all. That was Henry’s right as the firstborn, not hers. She was not meant to rule the white kingdom, or get married. She didn't want to get married. The thought of being subjected to the opinion of her husband and father-in-law with **** of her own, greatly irked the blonde princess.

She was destined to be a knight, a warrior, not a wife and mother. After fifteen minutes had passed from the moment she entered the Dark Kingdom's domain, Emma called her horse to a slow canter. Her throat began to scratch with the need for water. She was parched after hours of riding and yelling encouragements to her beloved steed to go faster. She caught notice of a lake to her right, a few yards in the distance. Nudging Chestnut into that direction, she began to really feel the heat of the day, and the sweat on her brow thickening. Time had seemed to slow the closer she came to the lake. Her riding gear feeling heavy and weighted, she was so happy to come to a stop. Exhilarated to quench her thirst. Dismounting, Emma fell to her knees in the mud before the rippling oasis. Cupping her hands, she began to drink deeply from the body of water, a moan escaping her throat at how sweet the water tasted to her overheated body. It seemed as if magic had guided her to this place of rest and peace.