Snow White and the Evil Queen (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) (5 page)

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.

*******

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.

The
Queen smiled.

For
a moment Snow thought she might be merciful, but then the reigning monarch raised
a hand and closed her fist, and the noble’s throat was crushed by the air
itself.

People
screamed and the man’s family sobbed as they saw him die.

The
Queen’s smile didn’t fade as she looked around the room, making sure everyone
inside saw what would happen should they displease her. Then she turned her
back on them, grasped Snow’s arm and dragged her wife out of the room, moving
swiftly towards their royal quarters.

Snow
didn’t even manage to protest against the woman, horrified by what she had
seen. What she found inside her rooms made her get past her stupefaction and
she rounded up on the Queen ready to lash out against her.

The
Queen grabbed her chin and stopped her, making Snow stare at the cool look the
woman gave her. Never in their entire marriage had the Queen looked at her like
that, and Snow felt her anger turn into fear.

She
was forced to turn around by the woman’s grip and then pushed towards the bed.

On
top of it rested Anna.

The
Queen’s guard was only wearing a small garment, a lacy and semitransparent
cloth that molded itself against her body, tight around her breasts and not
hiding in any way the woman’s assets.

Anna
was embarrassed; when Snow looked at her she looked away and blushed but didn’t
move. Snow was sure she wasn’t there of her own volition, but she couldn’t do
anything about that, not when the Queen was as angry as she was.

When
Snow hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed the Queen ordered to crawl
into it.

She
did, her heart pumping on her chest. The Queen had both girls undress each
other, both of them blushing furiously, neither one of them wanting to disobey
the ruler when she was so clearly enraged.

Soon
enough the two of them stood naked and the Queen ordered them to please each
other.

Snow,
seeing that Anna was very hesitant, started moving towards the other girl.

She
knew the Queen wasn’t happy, and the longer they took the more furious she
would become. She was mostly safe from the woman’s wrath, despite it all she
was needed to produce an heir, but Anna wasn’t, and if they didn’t please the
Queen her friend would suffer.

She
made Anna lie on her back and kissed her, slowly, until the girl opened up.
Then she moved down the other girl’s body, her lips tracing a path through
Anna, tasting her throat, her breasts, her navel, until Snow found herself atop
the girl’s core.

Anna
was very different from the Queen; she was a regular girl just like Snow, but
the Queen had made sure her wife knew how to please both of her sexes; it
wasn’t hard to have Anna squirming and moaning in a few moments.

The
Queen undressed while she watched them both.

The
young women in her bed painted an incredibly alluring sight, and the Queen
could feel her cock swelling. She pumped it a couple of times before she
crawled into the bed, moving until she stood behind her wife.

She
felt Snow tense as she got behind her, and she enjoyed her wife’s apprehension.
She poised her hands on Snow’s behind, caressing and kneading the flesh, then
spreading Snow’s legs just a little bit, putting the girl’s cunt at the same
height as her cock.

With
her cock in hand, the Queen teased her for a few moments, wetting her prick in
Snow’s wetness before she pushed forward and sank her cock into her wife’s
pussy.

Snow
moaned and clenched her sex, making the Queen close her eyes in bliss for a
moment, before her hands gripped the girl’s waist and she started moving in and
out of Snow’s tight cunt.

She
thrust as hard as she could, never completely leaving Snow’s warm embrace, and
then moving back in again, almost raising her wife’s body from the bed.

Snow
tried to keep a rhythm going, careful not to stop pleasing Anna, but at the
same time thrusting back at the Queen and clenching her pussy walls, wanting
the woman to come as soon as she could, hoping that would drain some of her
anger.

It
didn’t long for the first orgasm of the night to occur. Anna couldn’t resist
Snow’s tongue squirming around her insides and came, her legs wrapping
themselves around Snow’s shoulders as wetness poured from her cunt.

Snow
continued tasting Anna even through her orgasm, wanting to prolong her friend’s
pleasure.

The
Queen loved seeing Anna come on Snow’s tongue, and that visage was the match
that ignited her own passion. She came, hard and screaming, driving herself to
the hilt into Snow and filling her wife’s sex with her seed.

Snow
felt her come and relaxed, hoping the edge of the Queen’s anger had dried off.
The Queen, realizing she had come before Snow, sneaked a hand between the
girl’s thighs and played with her clit, holding the little nub between her
fingers and flicking it.

That,
together with the Queen’s cock still buried within her, was enough to make Snow
come, and she shook as she screamed in pleasure, falling on top of Anna’s legs
afterwards.

The
Queen slid out her and looked at both spent women on the bed for a while, until
she felt her cock hardening once again and she turned her wife around and made
her watch as she fucked her friend right then and there.

It
was as the Queen fucked Anna, the woman’s cock still wet from being inside
Snow’s pussy that Snow realized the slight hope that had awakened in her heart,
a hope that she would eventually forgive the Queen and live her life at her
side, died.

She
knew her wife would never change.

As
she convinced herself the Queen needed to die a tear escaped from her eyes,
before the woman dragged her back into her orgy of pleasure and Snow spent one
of the most memorable nights of her life.

*******

Snow
saw her victory become closer on the day the royal physician confirmed her pregnancy.

She
had long thought about the Queen’s words about the vision that foretold her
death and she knew only the Queen’s bloodline would be able to harm her.

But
now Snow had the Queen’s child within her womb.

She
didn’t know if that meant she could hurt the woman, but she had to try. The
Queen was a good ruler, but also a ruthless one. Snow feared sooner or later
she would drag their kingdom into another war in order to increase her power.

So
she waited until night, after making sure her physician wouldn’t tell anything
about her pregnancy to the Queen saying she wanted to surprise her wife.

When
the Queen came to their quarters, she received her with relish, and fucked her
with abandon, obeying the Queen’s every whim, her every desire. The Queen enjoyed
that side of her woman, and replied in kind, making sure Snow felt pleasure
like never before.

It
was when they were on their last stands, exhausted, and as the Queen thrust
down into her wife beneath her that their lovemaking took a tragic turn.

Snow
felt her orgasm coming close and, understanding that was the ideal time,
wrapped her arms around the Queen, dragging the monarch’s body against hers,
pressing their breasts together.

The
Queen let her, happy about their proximity, and drove herself even harder into
Snow’s pussy.

Snow
felt the Queen tense, her motions gaining a desperate edge and she struck,
slipping a dagger into her wife’s back, even as the Queen emptied herself
inside of her.

The
Queen startled, feeling pain for the first time in centuries, blood flowing
from the wound on her back. She looked at Snow’s face and saw her wife crying,
tears flowing from her eyes, the beginning of sobs in her countenance.

It
took her a moment to realize what had happened.

At
first she didn’t understand how Snow could have found a weakness in her
enchantments, but then younger woman explained between her tears, saying she
was pregnant with the Queen’s child.

The
Queen was dying.

She
knew then it would happen and that she wouldn’t be able to save herself.

In
that moment she might have simply left herself fade away, leaving her wife in
peace and consoling herself with the fact her blood would live on, her child
would live on inside of Snow.