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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Evil_Queen_|_Regina_Mills/Emma_Swan
  Character:
      Snow_White_|_Mary_Margaret_Blanchard
  Additional Tags:
      Ritual_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Alternate_Universe_-_Arranged_Marriage
  Series:
      Part 1 of Cages
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-28 Words: 2032
****** Virginal Ties ******
by drippingwithsin
Summary
     The people must know the purity of their new Queen
Notes
     Wrote this a long time ago on fanfiction. I have a sequel posted
     there as well it's been the works. Meaning- I'll get around to it
     eventually.
Staring at her reflection with unseeing eyes, the young woman watched numbly as
countless maids and ladies-in-waiting prepared her body for the ceremony. She'd
been bathed thoroughly, her pale skin soaked in a tub of warm scented water for
exactly two candle marks. Her golden curls were washed in the finest soaps gold
could buy and groomed to perfection. Once out of the water, a couple of
handmaidens rubbed lavender scented oils- as pre-requested by the Dark Queen-
into her skin. One knelt in front of Emma and worked her way up slightly
splayed legs, massaging, stroking, preparing the muscles for what is to come
whilst the other worked on her arms, back, and front.
Sitting beside her, the regal figure of her mother, Snow, loomed watching over
the preparation and calmly instructing the women with small gestures of the
hands and eyes.
It had been just before the wedding, in her old chambers, where Snow had first
mentioned the ritual. Emma, whom had never heard of such a thing, was at first
intrigued but as her mother went farther and farther into detail she felt
horror's claws viciously began to shred away her innocent curiosity.
After all the questions were asked and answers thoroughly explained, Emma did
the only thing she could do, she wept. Because not only was she to be married
to a woman she barely knew whom was nearly twenty summers older than her but
now she had to partake in a ritual that was utterly humiliating. This was
actually worse than when Snow told her that she'd been betrothed to the Evil
Queen since birth in a desperate attempt to unite the Dark and White kingdom to
avoid any more wars.
Painted lids fluttered rapidly and Emma finally lets herself actually look. She
gasped at the image, for there in front of her was no longer a child staring
back. No, there sitting before her, naked with full breasts and a well-muscled
abdomen on display was a woman. Emma let out a ragged breath, a woman that was
married to a Queen, the Dark Queen, the Evil Queen, she shuddered. She shakily
reached out for a goblet of wine and took a long pull in a vain attempt to calm
the trembling nerves reeking havoc underneath her palm clammy skin.
Noticing her daughter's distress, Snow reached over to a shaking hand and
grasped it within her own warm one.
Soft emeralds orbs locked onto pale sea-green within the mirror. "Are you
nervous?" She questioned quietly so the other occupants in the room would not
hear. Emma turned her head toward the warm voice. With a heavy white-gold crown
rested above her brow, loosely curled hair the color of a raven's feather
flowing freely down her back, and draped within her finest ceremonial robes of
dark emerald. The White Queen was absolutely breathtaking.
She sent Snow a watery smile and gave the hand still held within her grasp a
light pat."I'm fine, Mother." She reassured but if she were truthful the
statement was directed more to herself than her mother.
===============================================================================
The young Queen glanced at the nearest candle, it was almost time, she
swallowed thickly against the bile burning its way up her throat as she felt
butterflies the size of bats slammed into her gut. Her mother looked up, seeing
what she'd seen and quickly gestured to the maids. Not even a candle flicker
later, she was pulled upward onto two unsteady feet and robes of ivory and gold
was hurriedly draped over her soft curves. The colors were a symbol of her
virginity. She inwardly snorted at that, as if her trembling form and wide doe-
eyes were not enough indications of her status.
Emma hooked a trembling arm through her mother's and they strode gracefully out
of the preparation room towards the ceremonial chambers. When they entered, all
around the room seemed to come to life with the sound of drums and chanting of
priestesses. The women's melody was high and full of excitement over the
arrival of their soon to be Queen.
She kept her head held high even though she was very much aware of every eye in
the hall following them as Snow slowly lead her to the very centre, where there
an altar stood prepared for her. Once they reached the edge, Snow unwound their
arms and disappeared behind her daughter. Just as Emma was about to turn her
head to seek the maternal comfort once again, the feel of her mother's warm
hands ghosting over her shoulders halted all movement.
Softly the White Queen grasped the edges of her robe and gently tugged the
fabric downward until it pooled around her feet. Like an ewe offering her lamb
to the jaws of the lion, Emma felt as though her mother just presented her to
be sacrificed. Fingers raked across the soft skin of her back stopping in the
center. Gently, they nudged her forward, encouraging her to lay down.
Without protest, she obeyed and lowered herself, shivering when the cold stone
made contact with her naked back, she laid completely still as the people
around her went to work. The priestesses painted foreign symbols on her with a
liquid mixture of crimson that judging by the metallic scent that curled around
Emma's nostrils no doubt contained the blood of some unfortunate beast-she
hoped.
The handmaidens were next, their contribution, however, involved the reddest of
rose petals arranged in a pattern along her body that they themselves only
knew. It tickled a bit but she dared not move. She could not see anything but
the mahogany ceiling. Could not hear anything but the raging sound of blood in
her ears and the pounding of her heart slamming against her breastplate.
It felt like an eternity to Emma, laying there exposed for all to see. She
reminded herself that the ritual was important, not only for her if not for the
land itself. The people needed to see her for what she really was. It is must,
they needed to see that their new Queen was strong and unafraid.
But when she finally heard the Dark Queen's footsteps approaching, bravery
seems to abandon her.
===============================================================================
The Dark Queen towered over her like a tigress sizing up its prey. Calm, regal,
and powerful her presence captured the attention of the entire room. Emma let
her eyes roam over the feminine figure before her and let out a nervous breath.
Regina was wearing nothing save for an elegant black silk robe tied loosely
around her waist with a silver belt made of twain. Even with such a simple
covering the Dark Queen was nothing short of beautiful.
A hand extended to the younger woman's form and in the next moment, Regina was
trailing sharp fingernails from the base of the neck to the soft muscles of her
stomach, taking the time to briefly circle around her navel. "lovely" Regina
breathed and gently removed her crown, letting her raven locks fall around her
shoulders in inky waves.
She untied her robe and let the silken material slip from her shoulders to the
floor below, exposing her naked body for all to see. Olive skin, smooth and
flawless covered hard muscles in a soft layer that could not hide their flexing
with each and every movement the Dark Queen made. Breasts full and proud topped
with dark nipples crowned her chest and below at the apex of her thighs, short
dark curls glimmered in the candlelight.  
"Spread for me." She softly commanded. Wide-eyed, Emma glanced around the room
for any sort of comfort only to have them lock onto her mother's but a light
pinch on her thigh let her know that her attention right now was only to be
given to the Dark Queen. Emma reluctantly complied and moved her shapely legs
farther apart, slightly dislodging the flower arrangement in the process.
Regina climbed atop and knelt between Emma's thighs upon bend knees. The blonde
looked timidly up at her then nearly gasped when full lips spread into a small
smile. In the background, the drums and other instruments changed to a sensual
beat letting everyone know it was time. With slow deliberate movements that
assured that the arrangement didn't get mussed too quickly, Regina leaned
forward, planting her arms on either side of Emma's face and kissed her. Soft
yet firm their lips moved over one another's all the while Regina's hands began
a journey of their own.
===============================================================================
 
Being a virgin, it did not take long for Emma to get lost in the softness of
those touches or to lose track of those wandering hands that is until one slid
over the untouched flower betwixt her two trembling thighs, rubbing it gently
but skillfully. Moving away from her lips the older woman leaned down to suckle
on nipples whilst other hand started to caress Emma's waist. Emma threw back
her head and closed her eyes as focused on inhaling and exhaling in the rhythm
Regina established. The older woman then halts all actions only to continue by
leaving open mouth kisses starting between Emma's creamy mounds.
When Regina reached Emma's core, she leaned down and in one smooth swipe licked
a smoldering, wet trail over warm folds.
Emma gasped then moaned. The sensation was alien yet nearly unbearable. Regina
smiled against her and wasted not precious candle flicker longer before she
began working her tongue against the young woman. She pushed her tongue in as
far as it could go, getting juices all over her lips and chin, she bathed
herself in the blonde's innocence. 
Emma moaned and tried to lift her head to see what was going but Regina's magic
held her firmly in place. She's not supposed to move.
Suddenly the Dark Queen shifted all of her focus toward the love button
pulsating before her full red lips, making the young woman cry out shamelessly.
Thighs quivered, hands shook, and feet desperately wanted to kick out, Emma
could feel something unknown within her build like the waves during high tide.
The sensation rose and rose until-
She climaxed in an explosion of taste and magic, warm tendrils tingled all over
damp skin as her inner muscles convulsed rhythmically trying desperately to
suck down a phallus that just wasn't there. She shivered when Regina shifted
her position, giving her a long, slow kiss, whilst her hand lowered on Emma's
sex. Onyx orbs held her gaze as a slim finger gently slid deep inside her
lightly brushing against the virginal barrier. Emma stiffened, she'd heard from
various other women that this part was very painful.
"Relax," The older woman tried to sooth as she slowly moved in and out of the
tight opening. Emma took in a deep pull of air willing herself to calm. When
she was fully relaxed she felt Regina add another long digit and with two
strong thrusts, her innocence is lost. White hot pain seared through her lower
half like a fireplace poker causing tears to prickle the corners of bright wide
sea-green eyes.
"Shh now, my little queen. It is over." The older woman reassured as she
carefully pulled out.   
Chest heaving, muscles on fire, cheeks flushed and soaked from the tears, Emma
has just enough energy to pry open heavy lids right on time to watch Regina
raise the hand she just pulled out of her to the crowd. In the soft glow, Emma
could just make out the pearls of crimson liquid as they sluggishly trailed
down Regina's fingers onto her wrist.
The priestesses rejoiced and flocked over to their Queens and Emma watched with
a mixture of horror and fascination as Regina blessed each one with a smear of
blood, her blood, to each of their foreheads. Finally, at the end of the line,
her mother approached them. With shaking hands, Snow quickly untied the sash of
her robe letting it splay open a bit. Regina reached forward and with the rest
of the blood made a wide swipe across Snow's lower abdomen.
And then it was done. She was no longer her mother's. She belonged to Regina
now. She was her wife, her Queen, her everything.
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