Snow White and the Evil Queen (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) (4 page)

The
Queen might have failed to account for every one of her bloodline, Snow
thought, hoped, but she doubted it – the woman was incredibly thorough.

There
was another way.

A
far more perverse alternative, but one Snow was ready to pursue.

A
week before the marriage the princess was visited by the Evil Queen.

The
older woman was suspicious of Snow’s seemingly acceptance of their marriage.
She wanted to make sure the girl didn’t have something up her sleeve.

She
couldn’t let Snow escape from her grasp when she was so close to fulfilling her
ambitions.

Snow
wasn’t planning on escaping, not anymore, not when her marriage to the Queen
might be the only thing that gave her the means of finishing the woman.

The
Queen, unknowing of Snow’s thoughts, made sure the princess wouldn’t run.

She
took the girl into her arms and started whispering at her ear. She spoke of the
maids that cared for Snow while she was little; she talked about her first
tutors, about her old playmates, and about Anna.

In
those few moments the Queen displayed a depth of knowledge about the people
closer to the princess’ heart that startled Snow White.

She
closed her eyes, and held back her tears because, even if she wasn’t planning
to escape, the threat in the Queen’s words was quite real and Snow couldn’t
bear imagining being responsible for the people she loved being hurt.

So
she bowed her head, and the Queen left, satisfied in the fact Snow wouldn’t
miss their wedding.

Snow
appeared dressed all in white to her marriage.

Part
of her thought it was fitting. The last White princess being led to her
sacrifice dressed in her house’s colors. Any child she and the Queen conceived
were supposed to use the older woman’s surname, which made Snow effectively the
last White dynasty ruler of the kingdom.

It
wasn’t a long ceremony, at least not as long as Snow whished it to be.

The
party afterwards was somber, most of the invited guests remembered what had
happened last time.

The
Queen, in a rare act of something like mercy, made sure that there was always
something to drink near Snow White. While she wouldn’t have minded taking Snow
against the girl’s efforts, she realized it would be much more entertaining in
the long term to seduce the girl with kindness and caring until Snow wouldn’t
know how to resist her.

Snow
entered their room first and moved towards the desk where a bottle of some
strong beverage stood. She grabbed a glass and filled it, and drank the alcohol
as if it was water, wincing at the taste afterwards.

The
Queen moved slowly, until she was behind her new wife, and started unlacing the
girl’s dress.

Snow
didn’t resist, she didn’t protest, she simply shivered when the garment fell to
the ground.

Afterwards
the Queen swiped Snow’s long hair aside, and started kissing her neck, slowly,
teasingly, making goose bumps appear on the princess’ flesh. Snow shuddered as
the woman slowly wrapped her arms around her, but she didn’t move.

The
Queen, realizing Snow wasn’t fighting back, smiled and groped the girl’s
breasts, pressing her hands against them and squeezing, hard, until she saw a
small flinch. The she eased her grip and let her hands wander over the girl’s
body, softly, gently, trying to incite Snow’s lust.

Snow
bit her lip and let her.

Slowly,
piece by piece, the Queen unclothed Snow White, until the young woman stood
nude. Then she turned the princess around, and let her gaze wander through the
girl’s body.

Snow
was stunning.

Her
face was the most beautiful in the kingdom, no matter how much the Queen wanted
to deny it. She had spent considerable magic through the years to make sure she
was the prettiest, but Snow’s loveliness was without peer.

The
Queen consoled herself with the fact she had a more attractive body, and that
Snow, beautiful Snow White was hers and hers alone.

Snow’s
face was flushed, out of doubt, fear and alcohol. The Queen caressed it,
gently, and led the girl to the bed.

The
princess didn’t resist as the older woman laid her on the bed, body arrayed in
a display of beauty and innocence. The Queen breathed deeply as her eyes roved
over Snow’s body. She could feel her cock hardening, and she had to control the
urge to ravage the girl.

She
stripped, letting Snow watch her as she sensually took off her clothes until
she remained with only her undergarments. Then she crawled into the bed.

Snow
watched her come.

Her
eyes were reddening with the start of tears and the haze of drunkenness. She
could feel her heart pounding in her head, and she felt tired. She wanted what
was going to happen to end as soon as possible, so she lay there and let the Queen
crawl all over her body.

The
Queen wanted to make Snow scream with pleasure; she wanted to see the girl that
had fought so hard against her, and for so long, in the basest surrender.

She
poised her hand on Snow’s foot and moved it upward, fingers stretched, teasing
the girl’s flesh, making goose bumps appear all over they passed.

Snow
gasped once the Queen’s fingers moved over her inner thighs, a sound that
surprised the girl and excited the older woman.

The
girl gasped again once the Queen’s fingers reached her breasts, the woman’s
fingers teasing the pink nipples, flicking them, before the hand moved upwards
until it stopped over Snow’s face, caressing it again.

Snow
had to resist the urge to lean against the woman’s hand, her addled mind not
really understanding why she should resist her.

The
Queen’s hand retreated, and her mouth descended, taking Snow’s lips for the
first time, kissing the girl. It was gentle, a grazing of their lips, before
she managed to open the princess’ mouth and the Queen’s tongue entered.

Their
tongues entwined themselves, Snow contributing almost unconsciously as the
Queen’s hands cupped and played with her breasts, making the princess gasp and
moan into her newly wife’s mouth.

The
Queen smiled and kept the kiss for as long as she could, before she leaned back
and started kissing Snow’s throat and collarbone, slowly moving down. She
didn’t stay long on the girl’s breasts, only enough to make the girl’s pink
peaks wet and erect, before she continued her route down.

She
wanted to taste Snow White, to have the girl scream and gasp as her tongue
violated her, and for the girl to come screaming with her legs wrapped around
the Queen’s shoulders.

She
wanted to see the look on Snow’s face as she realized just what the Queen had
made her do – enjoy her father’s killer tongue in her most secret of places.

Snow
moaned when the Queen stopped over her core, some part the girl instinctually
understanding what was going to happen.

The
older woman spread Snow’s legs, gently, displaying the girl’s curls. She then
touched her wife, making her gasp, feeling the softness and wetness of the hair
she found there, before she dragged a finger over the girl’s slit and flicked
her pleasure button.

Snow
gasped again and looked incredulously at the Queen, as if she couldn’t believe
the pleasure the woman was bringing her.

The
older woman smiled, and other fingers joined the first, exploring Snow White’s
core, tracing the girl’s nether lips, and sometimes dipping, slightly, into the
girl’s opening.

Snow
shuddered, and moaned, faced with something she had never faced before. She
tried to gather her thoughts and resist the pleasure of the older woman’s
touch, but then the Queen’s fingers left her and her mouth descended, and Snow
couldn’t even think.

The
Queen’s tongue flicked up and down over Snow’s opening, then from side to side,
making the girl squirm. Her hands held Snow spread open, while the woman’s
tongue worked, tasting Snow White, entering the girl, tongue swirling around
her insides.

The
girl shook as the Queen licked a path from her opening to her clit, and then
the older woman wrapped her mouth around the little nub and suckled, tongue
swirling around the little bud, the motions creating an intense pressure on the
girl’s pleasure nub.

Snow
came screaming, her body twitching and her brain shutting off for a few
moments. When she regained her focus she was far more alert than before, almost
as if the orgasm had shocked her system into full awareness.

She
looked at the Queen, startled beyond measure. She had never felt something as
intense as when the Queen used her mouth on her and, the fact it was the woman
she most hated that had done it, made her feel embarrassed.

The
Queen smiled and started taking her undergarments, crawling up Snow’s body
afterwards, seeing the girl’s gaze fixed on her cock as it swung from side to
side with the her movements.

When
the monarch stopped, Snow turned her face back to her and the Queen took her
mouth once again.

Snow
didn’t resist.

The
Queen’s hands came to rest on the girl’s thighs and she parted Snow’s legs,
gently, slowly, positioning herself between them. They broke their kiss and
Snow breathed deeply as she felt the Queen’s hardness so close to her core.

The
older woman kissed Snow’s throat, making the girl moan again, before she took
her cock into her hand and positioned it at Snow’s opening. She made sure to
swipe it a few times over the slit, lubricating it with the girl’s wetness.

Snow
shivered, feeling anticipation for the first time, and her hands rested on the
Queen’s body holding tightly unto the woman.

The
Queen smiled and kissed her again, turning one of the girl’s legs just a little
and making sure the position was right. Then she thrust, slowly, making sure
not to sink more that her cock’s head into Snow.

The
girl shuddered, wincing a little from the pain, but also feeling a deep
pleasure. For a small moment she forgot her hate for the Queen, her anger and
her resentment and enjoyed the woman’s cock.

It
didn’t last.

Her
hate came raging in and she hated herself for enjoying the Queen’s motions, but
then the woman moved again and Snow White’s mind became too preoccupied to
process any kind of emotion.

The
Queen moved slowly, careful not to pain Snow more than necessary. With each
trust she pushed a little more of her cock into the girl beneath her, loving
how Snow’s virgin walls wrapped themselves around her member, increasing both
woman’s pleasure.

Eventually
the Queen’s thrusts hit a barrier. Snow felt it, winced and looked at her wife.

The
Queen looked back, almost questioning, until Snow turned her face away. Then
she moved her hips back a little and thrust, harder than before, breaking
Snow’s hymen and claiming her virginity.

Snow
winced again at the pain, and grabbed the Queen, stopping her motions for a
moment, trying to accommodate to the feeling of the Queen’s cock inside of her.

The
Queen remained still for a few moments, but then started moving, in and out,
slowly, thrusting deeper with each motion of her hips until she fully sheathed herself
inside Snow White.

Snow
forced her to stop once again, pain and pleasure mixing together and making it
hard for her to breathe. She could feel the Queen’s cock deep inside of her, a
warm presence filling her womb. She just needed a few moments to
think
.

The
older woman didn’t let her and raised her hips, moving her cock out of now’s
cunt until only its tip remained buried, and then thrust back in again. She
repeated the same motion over and over, increasing her speed with every thrust,
until the girl beneath could only feel pleasure. 

Snow
started thrusting back at the Queen almost unconsciously, her ass leaving the
bed for a few instants, before the Queen’s motions made it crash back down.
When the former princess realized what she was doing she tried to stop, but it
was as if she didn’t have full control of her body.

She
moaned and moaned and, when release wasn’t forthcoming, she begged the Queen to
fuck her harder.

The
Queen laughed at Snow’s words and did as she plead, amused beyond measure at the
girl’s desire.

Snow
clutched at her, not caring that she was holding unto her greatest enemy,
simply wanting to find the release that would alleviate the need she felt
between her legs.

It
didn’t take long.

The
older woman’s cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside of her and Snow
came screaming, her sex tightening around the Queen’s member making the monarch
close her eyes in bliss.

Snow
kept moaning as the Queen didn’t stop her thrusts, prolonging her pleasure to
the point of deliriousness.

The
Queen only stopped when she reached her own orgasm, thrusting hard into Snow
and coming inside the girl.

Even
through her own pleasure Snow felt it.