by Julie Law
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The next years were some of the most difficult of Snow’s life.
For the first few months after her confrontation with the Queen she felt listless, useless, defeated. She felt there was no possible escape from her fate and she would never get rid of the Queen’s presence.
Snow feared never avenging her father.
It took a long time for Snow to regain some of her spirit.
The more she studied history, the more she realized just how big of a liar the Queen was, and she knew there was nothing confirming the woman’s tale of her invincibility, except some battlefields’ tales.
Snow White couldn’t give up. She needed to fight. There needed to be some way in which she could defeat the older woman.
Time went on and the date of Snow’s marriage approached.
She didn’t find anything to use against the Queen, until one night she woke up, sweating and trembling, the Queen’s words about her prophesy ringing in her ears.
…find demise in her bloodline.
The Queen would find her death at the hands on her bloodline, of her family.
That was why the woman killed them, because she feared dying to one of them. That was why she had sacrificed all of them in the ritual that made her invincible, assuring, from her point of view, that she would remain undefeated.
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 ha
ppen.
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.
She felt the Queen’s cock twitching and jerking inside of her, and she felt the woman’s seed invading her womb. A tear escaped her eyes, born of the humiliation she felt at that moment, both from being forced to lay with a woman she hated and enjoying it.
There was no post-coital bliss.
A few moments after her release, the Queen slid out of Snow’s cunt, making the girl wince in the process, and moved to dress herself.
Snow watched, not moving from her place on the bed, as the Queen prepared and left the room, walking towards her old quarters, determined to live separated from Snow White as most ‘kings’ did from their wives.
Snow didn’t say anything as the woman closed the door and remained alone in her new room, the bed stained by hers and the Queen’s fluids.
The newly made woman turned her head, laid it on her new pillow and cried, her tears flowing without end from her eyes as she mourned her lost innocence.
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The next months were some of the busier of the Evil Queen’s life, comparable to the months after she took control of her kingdom from her family.
She reorganized the kingdom’s government from the ground up, changed several laws and united the two militaries into a single one. None of that was easy, people were always resistant to change and, in some cases like in the military, there were a lot of grudges, of resentment, perfectly natural after a centuries-long war.
The Queen loved it.
She loved her new power and the fact she was now ruling what was one of the biggest kingdoms in the continent, she loved ordering the sons and daughters of people she had fought against for centuries as her puppets, but most of all she loved her nights with Snow White.
To have the last descendent of the family who most opposed her on her knees sucking her cock was something pleasurable beyond measure. She loved teaching innocent Snow White the arts of the bedroom, making the girl enjoy every single thing she did to her.
Sometimes the younger woman would balk at some of the Queen’s demands, but a single mention of one of her loved ones was enough to convince her to try what the Queen wanted, and the older woman made sure the girl
would enjoy it, knowing that would pain the girl as much as if the woman had forced her to do it.
For Snow White the first few months after her marriage were a kind of hell.
Not because of the Queen incidentally, but because she had nothing to do. There were no more classes, no more tea and biscuits with nobles from one kingdom or the other, no more outings.
Snow was bored out of her mind and nothing disturbed her more than realize the highlight of her day was when the Queen visited her chambers. She hated the older woman, but found herself always whishing the nights would come sooner; always waiting for the moment the Queen crossed her door.
Some of the nights Snow spent with the Queen were almost magical and she would almost give up on her need of revenge. Then some other nights were … harsher.
The Queen would come into her room angry or furious and would take her fury in Snow’s body, fucking the girl as hard as she could. Snow surprised herself by enjoying these nights almost as much as the ones when the Queen was gentler.
There were some things Snow wasn’t comfortable doing at first, but the Queen eventually persuaded her. Snow still didn’t enjoy giving the Queen oral pleasure for example, the act of getting on her knees and taking the Queen’s cock into her mouth felt almost humiliating for her, but she enjoyed what usually happened after that.
As the first year of her marriage came to an end, Snow found herself getting used to being the Queen’s wife.
She seriously considered simply giving up on her revenge, especially when she started to see the kingdom flouring around her. There was an air of happiness in the capital city as new coin and people entered the town.
It was what happened in the night of her marriage’s first anniversary that convinced Snow White the Queen had to die.
There was a party celebrating the anniversary of the union between the kingdoms and the union between Snow and the Queen.
Everything was going fine until a noble made some drunken comment about the Queen, saying she was a monster and that they shouldn’t have allowed her to rule them.
The Queen heard him.
The people around the men tried to shush him, but the Queen stopped them and made him stand in front of her. When he saw himself facing the Queen he denied saying anything, and then apologized blaming his drunkenness.
