Chapter 4
Regina crossed her arms, trying to hide the way her heart thrummed under Morrigan’s gaze. The woman was dangerous—she could feel it in the air between them, thick and electric. But damned if she wasn’t intrigued. “And why should I trust you?”
Morrigan chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn’t. But what other choice do you have?”
The pub was dim, the kind of place where the air smelled like stale beer and regret. Regina hadn’t meant to end up here, but life had a funny way of throwing curveballs. One minute she was fighting and holding onto Emmas lifeless corpse, and the next she was wandering into the forest and now the pub, desperate for something strong enough to burn away the memories.
She’d barely sat down when Morrigan beckoned her nearer. Regina had seen her type before—confident, sharp-edged, the kind of woman who could cut you just by looking at you. And yet, there was something about her that pulled Regina in, like a moth drawn to a flame.
“What’s your poison?” Morrigan asked, tilting her head toward the bar.
“Whiskey,” Regina replied, her voice steadier than she felt. “Straight.”
Morrigan raised a brow, amused. “Bold choice.” She signaled the bartender with a flick of her wrist, and moments later, two glasses were set in front of them. Regina took hers without hesitation, the alcohol scorching a path down her throat. It didn’t erase the ache in her chest, but it dulled the edges.
They drank in silence for a while, the hum of conversation around them fading into white noise. Regina wasn’t sure why she stayed—maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was the way Morrigan’s eyes kept drifting back to her.
Finally, Morrigan spoke again, her voice a low purr. “So, what brings you to this charming establishment? A broken heart? A shattered dream?”
Regina scoffed. “Something like that.”
Morrigan leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Tell me.”
There was something in her tone—a command, not a request. Regina hesitated, but the words spilled out anyway, like magic. “I was in a fight and the love of my life was cut down in front of me and I remember this flash of light, then waking up in this strange forest.”
Morrigan’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. “We all make mistakes, darling. The trick is learning how to turn them into opportunities.”
Regina frowned. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Morrigan’s gaze darkened, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It means you’re not here by accident. You’re here because you’re looking for something or someone. Someone more exciting.”
That’s when it happened—the shift in the air, the tension coiling tighter until it snapped. Morrigan reached across the table, her fingers brushing against Regina’s wrist. The touch was light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her, straight to her core.
“What are you—” Regina started, but Morrigan cut her off with a shake of her head.
“Don’t think,” she said, her voice firm. “Just feel.”
Before Regina could protest, Morrigan was standing, pulling her to her feet. The world spun for a moment, the whiskey and the heat of Morrigan’s hand making her dizzy. Then they were moving, weaving through the pub toward a door at the back of the bar.
The room beyond was small and dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves cluttered with bottles and tools Regina couldn’t quite identify. Morrigan closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet.
Regina’s heart pounded in her chest. “What is this?”
Morrigan turned to her, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “This is where you stop talking and get undressed.”
Then she kissed her.
It wasn’t soft or tender—it was hungry, demanding, and Regina found herself slowly losing her ability to think. Their tongues tangling as her hands gripped Morrigan’s jacket. The taste of whiskey and something darker, something primal, filled her senses.
Morrigan broke the kiss long enough to shrug out of her coat, then pushed Regina against the bed. Her hands roamed, rough and possessive, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Regina’s body. When Morrigan’s fingers found the hem of her shirt, Regina didn’t stop her. She let her pull it over her head, leaving her exposed to the cool air and Morrigan’s ravenous gaze.
“Fuck,” Morrigan murmured, her voice husky. “You’re perfect.”
Regina’s breath hitched as Morrigan’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her already hardened nipples. “yes,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure what she was saying yes for.
Morrigan smirked, as if she knew exactly what Regina needed. She dropped to her knees, yanking Regina’s breeches and panties down in one swift motion. The cool air against her bare skin made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Morrigan’s tongue as it lapped at her wetness.
Regina’s hips bucked involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips as Morrigan’s tongue teased her clit. Then came the fingers, slipping inside her with ease, curling in just the right spot to make her see stars.
Morrigan looked up, her mouth glistening, her eyes burning with intent.
Regina moaned and thrashed frantically, unable to speak. Morrigan grinned, adding another finger, then another, stretching her open until Regina thought she might break. But she didn’t. Instead, she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as Morrigan worked her with relentless precision.
When it was over, Morrigan stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “flip over now.”
Regina could only stare at her, her mind still reeling. She didn't move fast enough, Morrigan came to her ear "get on all fours you little bitch."
“Good,” she whispered. “Because we’re just getting started.”
Regina’s eyes widened as Morrigan fastened the strap around her hips, the toy jutting out obscenely. “What… what is that?”
Morrigan grinned, her expression predatory. “Something to really stretch you out. Think you can handle it?”
Regina hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
Morrigan leaned down, her lips brushing against Regina’s ear. “Then brace yourself.”
She positioned herself between Regina’s spread legs, the tip of the toy pressing against her entrance. With a hard, deliberate push, Morrigan forced it inside, watching Regina’s face contort between pain and pleasure.
Regina bit her lip, her body adjusting to the sudden intrusion as Morrigan pushed deeper. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before—stretching her open, filling her completely. When Morrigan bottomed out, she didn't pause, never giving Regina a moment to adjust.
Morrigan began to move, her thrusts hard and deep then it began to gradually build in intensity. The toy hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Regina’s body. She clung to Morrigan, her nails digging into the bed as the sensations overwhelmed her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Morrigan grunted, her rhythm becoming erratic. “Take it, Regina. Take all of it.”
Regina did, her body surrendering completely to Morrigan’s control. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps. And then Morrigan shifted, angling the toy just right, and Regina saw stars.
Her orgasm crashed over her with blinding intensity, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Morrigan followed soon after, her own release sending her over the edge. She pulled out of Regina, both of them panting and sweating in the aftermath.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound the crackling of the candle on the bedside table. Finally, Morrigan raised her head, meeting Regina’s gaze with a smirk.
Morrigan didn’t waste time. She pressed Regina flat onto the bed, her movements deliberate and commanding. “Spread your legs for me,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. Regina complied, her heart pounding as Morrigan straddled her hips, the toy still clutched in her hand.
“Relax,” Morrigan murmured, though her eyes were anything but gentle. She traced a finger along Regina’s inner thigh, eliciting a shiver. “This might feel strange at first, but I promise… you’ll thank me later.”
Regina clenched her fists in the sheets, her breath hitching as Morrigan’s fingers teased her entrance, slicking her with lube. The coolness of it sent a jolt through her, and she gasped when Morrigan’s other hand slipped lower, pressing against her ass.
“Yes darling” Morrigan soothed, though there was nothing soft about the way she worked Regina open, circling her fingertip before pushing roughly inside. Regina arched off the bed, a whimper escaping her lips as Morrigan stretched her, one finger becoming two, until she had three fingers deep within her ass and was loose enough to accommodate the toy.
Morrigan held it up, her gaze locked on Regina’s. “Ready?” she asked, though it was less a question and more a challenge. Regina stared, unable to find her voice. And then, roughly, Morrigan pushed the toy inside, her movements relentless.
Regina’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as the fullness overwhelmed her, her body instinctively trying to resist. But Morrigan didn’t stop, not until the toy was seated fully, the base snug against her skin. “There,” Morrigan whispered, her lips brushing Regina’s ear. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”
She flicked put the other end of the toy inside herself, and Regina cried out as she felt vibrations surge through her, sharp and insistent. Her hips jerked involuntarily, but Morrigan held her down, her hands firm on Regina’s waist. “Not yet, darling,” she said, her voice thick with amusement. “You’re not done.”
Regina could only whimper in response, her body trembling as Morrigan positioned her hands between her thighs. “Open wider for me,” Morrigan commanded, and Regina obeyed, spreading her legs wider as Morrigan’s fingers descended on her clit with ruthless precision.
The sensation was almost too much, the vibrations from the toy combined with Morrigan’s fingers driving her to the brink within seconds. But Morrigan pulled back just as Regina teetered on the edge, leaving her gasping and desperate.
“Patience,” Morrigan teased, her breath hot against Regina’s skin. She replaced her fingers with her whole hand, thrusting the fist deep inside with a force that made Regina cry out. “That’s it,” Morrigan growled, her voice rough with desire. “Take it.”
Regina’s hips bucked uncontrollably as Morrigan fucked her with her hand, her arm grinding against Regina’s clit with every thrust. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, the toy vibrating relentlessly while Morrigan’s fingers pistoned inside her, stretching her wide.
“Look at you,” Morrigan said, her voice dripping with approval. “So fucking tight around my hand. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Regina couldn’t answer, her mind consumed by the intensity of it all. She felt Morrigan’s other hand wrap around her throat, squeezing just enough to send a rush of heat through her. “take it,” Morrigan instructed, her grip tightening slightly as she increased the pace of her thrusts.
Regina’s vision blurred as pleasure exploded through her, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. Morrigan didn’t stop, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of her until Regina was shuddering with overstimulation.
“Beautiful,” Morrigan murmured, finally pulling her hand away and releasing Regina’s throat. She leaned down, capturing Regina’s lips in a fierce kiss that left her dizzy. “And now,” Morrigan said, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “we take it even further.”
She reached for another strap-on lying nearby, a massive toy that made Regina’s breath catch in her throat. “Think you can handle this?” Morrigan asked, her voice laced with challenge.
Regina hesitated, but the fire in Morrigan’s eyes was enough to make her stay silent.
Morrigan grinned, fastening the harness with practiced ease. “Good girl,” she said, her tone sending a thrill through Regina.
Morrigan positioned herself between her legs again. The first press of the toy against her entrance made her gasp, her body instinctively tensing. But Morrigan didn’t falter, pushing forward steadily until the tip breached her.
“Fuck,” Regina moaned, her nails digging into the sheets as Morrigan sank deeper, the stretch almost unbearable. But the vibrations from the toy kept her arousal high, her body adjusting to the intrusion with surprising speed.
Morrigan paused once she was fully sheathed, her hands braced on either side of Regina’s head. “How does it feel?” she asked, her voice strained with restraint.
“Big,” Regina managed, her voice trembling “good.”
Morrigan smirked, shifting her hips slightly to test Regina’s limits.
Regina's breath catching as Morrigan began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. The combination of the toy inside her and the other toy vibrating against her walls was overwhelming, her body writhing as Morrigan fucked her with relentless precision.
“That’s it,” Morrigan growled, her voice rough with exertion. “Take it all.”
Regina’s moans filled the room as she clung to the sheets, her body alight with sensation. She could feel another orgasm building, faster and hotter than the last, spurred on by Morrigan’s unrelenting pace.
“Come for me,” Morrigan demanded, her voice almost growling as she thrust harder, driving the toy deeper.
Regina’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as pleasure tore through her. Her screams echoed off the walls, raw and unfiltered, as Morrigan continued to pound into her, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.
When Morrigan finally slowed, Regina was limp beneath her, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Morrigan leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before pulling out carefully, her touch surprisingly gentle.
“You did so well,” Morrigan murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Regina’s face.
Morrigan’s smile turned predatory.
Regina watched with heavy lidded eyes as Morrigan reached across for lamp to turn it off, her eyes never seeing the shimmer of magic glinting with evil go across her face.