Snow White and the Evil Queen (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) (3 page)

Then
the Queen smiled and released Snow White, walking around the girl, her eyes
roving over the child’s body, before she turned and left.

Snow
White shuddered.

She
knew hate and anger, but whatever emotion she had seen on the Queen’s eyes
unsettled her, and she couldn’t help but start fearing the other woman as well.

Had
Snow been a little older, a little more experienced, she might have understood
the look for what it was. A mix of lust, not just sexual lust, although it was
also in there, but a lust for the power and dominance possession of Snow White
would bring her.

Snow
tried to forget that look, but she would sometimes wake shivering in the night,
the memory of the Queen’s eyes making her tremble.

From
that point forward Snow found her path crossing the Queen’s many times.

Royalty
wasn’t imprisoned as regular people, or even nobility, were. While the Queen
was forbidden from leaving the palace grounds, she was quite free to roam them
as she desired.

It
didn’t take long for Snow White to realize the woman was hounding her, teasing
her, making them bump into each other as many times as possible. She knew the
Queen was amused by Snow’s reaction on the day they first met.

She
tried to ignore the woman, making it seem as if she couldn’t be bothered by her
or her actions, but the Queen had seen her true feelings and wasn’t fooled.

Snow’s
studies became harsher, more focused on politics and war. The Queen was
challenging her, daring her to try and do something, to fight against her.

Snow’s
pride and need of revenge rattled her mind, but she controlled herself and
refused to let the Queen goad her into acting unthinkingly.

She
swallowed her pride and her fury and her spirit, and held on, carefully
thinking about her every move, her every thought, hoping for the day she would
have her revenge.

And
the years slowly went by.

*******

Snow
met who she would consider her first true friend when she was fourteen.

She
never imagined she would call someone from the Evil Kingdom a friend, but Anna
was special. Snow got to know her, when the girl, a recruit of the Queen’s
personal guard, arrived at the capital.

The
young princess found the then eighteen year old near tears when she was
supposed to guard her. Pity moved Snow, and she questioned Anna about her mood.
After some coercing, the girl talked.

What
she told Snow made the young girl hate the Queen even more.

The
Amazon’s – the Queen’s personal guards – weren’t responsible for just guarding
her. From what Anna told Snow, they were also supposed to be the Queen’s
concubines, ready and willing to provide any pleasure and entertainment their
Queen desired. That night would be Anna’s first time as the Queen’s bed
partner.

Snow
long held suspicions about that fact. It was something usually rumored about
when someone spoke about the Queen’s personal guards.

What
Snow hadn’t known was that the female guards didn’t seem to have much of a
choice, at least at first. Some of the older guards had seemingly told Anna to
‘suck it up’ and do her duty when she told them she didn’t wish to sleep with
the Queen.

Some
small, more cynical and dark, part of Snow’s mind filled the knowledge away as
a possible means of inciting rebellion within the Queen’s allies.

The
rest of Snow was horrified.

She
grabbed the older girl and hugged her, whispering soothing words into her ear.
Anna cried and held her Snow tightly, dirtying the princess’ dress with her
tears.

Snow
felt her own tears start to slide down her face, not only for Anna, but for
herself. If she didn’t get rid of the Queen before her own marriage, she would
be forced into the same fate as Anna’s.

For
the rest of the day Snow tried to take the girl’s mind out of what was coming.

She
skipped her classes and dragged Anna into the palace’s gardens where they
walked and ran between colorful flowers, gazing at all the beauty held within.
Snow felt very proud whenever she made Anna smile or laugh.

Eventually,
though, the hours passed and night started to settle in.

One
of the older Amazons appeared and relieved Anna, ordering her to go to the
Queen.

Snow
watched as her new friend straightened her back and breathed deeply, before she
turned to Snow and said her goodbyes. The princess saw her move away, and
couldn’t help hoping she wouldn’t have to face what Anna was facing, but if it
happened she wished she would be as courageous as the older girl.

Snow
didn’t see Anna for two days.

She
searched for her, but it was as if the other girl had disappeared.

Snow’s
tutors burdening her with twice the workload because of the classes that she
skipped didn’t help her efforts.

Eventually,
at the end of the second say, Anna was the one coming to Snow.

When
the princess left her last class of the day she found the other girl waiting
for her. Snow’s current guard narrowed her eyes at the sight of her junior, but
she didn’t do anything else.

Snow
bounded forward and took Anna into her arms, hugging the girl with all her
strength – the moment she saw Anna she realized just how worried she had been
about her.

Anna
hugged back, somewhat awkwardly. Now that she wasn’t concerned about the Queen,
she realized just how inappropriate it had been to share what she did with
Snow, especially seeing as the princess would be the Queen’s wife in time.

Nonetheless,
Anna held Snow tightly, grateful beyond measure for what the princess did for
her.

They
parted and looked sheepishly at each other for a few moments, before Snow
grabbed Anna’s hand and dragged her to her quarters.

Once
she arrived she closed the door on her guard’s face, making clear her intention
of having a private conversation. Not even the Queen’s pets would dare disobey
her so obviously.

Then
she proceeded to cajole and squeeze out every little detail of the night Anna
spent with the Queen.

At
first the girl was very reluctant, but once Snow started to remind her she was
the princess, Anna gave up and told her everything she wanted, although being
very careful with her language and the visuals provided.

The
more Anna spoke, the more furious Snow became.

Her
new friend talked about the Queen with a new shine in her eyes, and a
breathlessness that hadn’t been there before, seemingly almost excited in the
simple fact of remembering what happened.

Snow
refused to believe that the older woman had been capable of actually charming
her friend by natural means, which meant the Evil Queen must have used magic to
twist Anna’s heart and mind. While the princess smiled on the outside as Anna
spoke, on the inside her rage grew.

When
Anna left the room some minutes later, Snow started throwing her things around
in anger, before she settled down to think.

The
Queen had to die, and Snow wouldn’t wait even one more day for it to happen.

She
waited until night fell, and then picked a dagger, one of many weapons she had
hidden around her room, and prepared to sneak out.

Snow
had spent the last years exploring the palace, figuring the most hidden and
recondite places she could, knowing some day she might need that knowledge to
escape from her fate. She had never considered using it in a direct attempt
against the Queen’s life.

Deep
in her heart she had hoped someone would appear and save her from her fate,
becoming her hero in the process. Life taught her better – there were no heroes
– people could only rely on themselves.

It
was easier than expected to get pass the Queen’s bodyguards. Maybe she should
have suspected something, but Snow wasn’t thinking clearly, and believed her
sneaking efforts were good enough.

She
entered the Queen’s quarters and moved until she stood a couple of feet away
from the woman. Then she raised her hand, dagger held tightly in her grip, and
swung down.

The
Queen’s hand closed over her wrist. The woman moved so fast Snow didn’t even
see her – she only felt pain and her hand being stopped mid-air.

Snow
gulped her eyes wide. The torches on the room’s walls lit by the Queen’s magic,
blinding the princess for a few moments. When she finished blinking she found
the Queen’s eyes locked on her own.

Snow
shuddered and couldn’t help but let her gaze wander over the woman she loathed
most in the world.

The
Queen was a beautiful dark haired woman, with pale skin and dark eyes. Snow
hated that face, she hated the fact that if the two of them were seen together
they might pass as a mother and daughter. They had the same features, the same
coloring, and the same hair.

The
Queen’s body was even more impressive.

The
woman was tall with round curves and full breasts. Snow had seen people
drooling at the sight of the Queen, and she couldn’t help but be disgusted with
how even the more honorable men would be affected by the monarch’s presence.

The
Queen’s grip increased, making Snow flinch, and then the woman drove the dagger
in Snow’s hand into her own heart.

Snow
blinked; hope filling her for a moment.

Then
the woman laughed and Snow closed her eyes, letting her head fall into her
chest. Tears started falling from her eyes, and she didn’t even notice when the
Queen dragged her into her lap and held her, almost as if she was consoling the
princess.

Snow
stopped crying once she felt the Queen’s lips kiss the flesh beneath her ear.
She realized the position she was in and tried to escape, but the older woman
tightened her hold, and didn’t let her move.

Then
the Queen started speaking, murmuring against Snow’s ear.

She
told the princess the tale of a witch – the witch that taught all that the Evil
Queen knew – a witch who had to power of prophesy and had foretold that the
Queen would only find her demise in her bloodline.

Then
the Queen told Snow about how she had murdered her entire family, taking her
revenge for how they had treated her when she was young, and ensuring – through
a very powerful ritual – that she would be completely invincible.

For
one moment, Snow felt the weight of the task she had imposed on herself. She
wanted to do what multitudes of people tried and failed to do for centuries,
and she had to do it without help.

She
despaired.

She
cried and sobbed and raged at the Queen, until she felt nothing more … and then
the Queen took Snow’s earlobe into her mouth and suckled it, and Snow felt
something anew – fear, fear the woman would take her revenge and ravage Snow
right then and there.

The
Queen saw her fear and laughed, darkly.

Snow
saw desire in the Queen’s eyes, and realized the woman was contemplating doing
just what she feared. She felt the Queen’s hardness pressing against her, and
trembled, fighting again against the woman’s hold. 

The
Queen let Snow escape.

She
wanted to take the girl, but she didn’t want to jeopardize the deal with the
White Kingdom’s nobility. She knew she might have managed to justify her
actions in light of Snow’s attack, but it was better not to risk it.

She
watched as Snow ran out of the room, content in the fact the girl’s will the
fight was broken. She had time on her side, Snow would find herself in her bed
sooner or later and then the Queen would take great pleasure in defiling the
young princess.

*******

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.