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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