Snow White and “The Seven” Chapter Two: The Queens “Wrath”

As I said in the beginning, this is no children’s story, hell, this is a hard story for me to tell, I think I’d take the death-like sleep over never cumming again… anyway, back to the tale!

Snow ran crying through the corridors of the castle, the wall sconces lighting the way. She had never felt so low, so helpless. For the first time, Snow had no self esteem. How could she fake orgasms, she had tried before and been caught immediately. It was so unfair!!

Snow took a left, then a right, her eyes blinded by tears of rage and absolute grief, her beautiful face streaked with tears and mascara.

Before Snow knew it, she was utterly lost, even having been raised in this castle her whole life, all 17 years of it, she had never been to the room she found herself in now. Someone used the room, that much was clear, there wasn’t a speck of dust in the room. The odd thing was, other than an ornately decorated mirror against the very back wall, there seemed to be nothing at all in the room.

Something about the mirror beckoned Snow to come closer, and as she did, she was shocked that it wasn’t her own reflection that she saw, but rather the image of a handsome dark skinned man. He had a short cropping of hair over his head and a dark, curly beard that came to a sharp point beneath his chin.

“Ahh, yes, Snow White, I surmise that you have come here seeking a way to end the curse your bitch of a step mother put on you?”

Snow was shocked when the mirror spoke, nearly jumping out of her thin court gown, causing it to rise up and show off her soaked undergarments.

“I…I, who are y-you? W-what are you?” She asked, confused and a bit afraid.

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As soon as Snow was safely put of hearing range the king and queen began to laugh heartily. They had been planning a punishment for Snow for quite some time, after all, it was a poor princess who focused more on her own pleasure than that of a lover.

If Snow was the image of “innocent sexiness” the queen was the exact opposite, every fiber of her being oozed seductiveness. Standing at 5’8″ the queen had long, tanned legs leading up to an ample heart shaped ass, she kept her pussy trimmed down, a small triangle shaped landing patch on her mound, barely more than a soft fuzz. Her stomach was flat and well toned and her 34D cup breasts sat perky and firm. Smiling with her full lips and perfect white teeth showing the queen pulled her husband and brother closer, guiding a hand from each of them onto her ass. As soon as they touched her the three of them were naked.

“Its good to be the ‘evil witch’ queen” she said playfully before leaning to her husband and kissing him with heated passion, her tongue dancing a wild tango with his own.

While the queen was tall, the king stood taller still, he had shaggy brown hair, with very little grey showing and a brilliant beard that was often swooned over by the kitchen maids and the lessers of the court. He had a strong jaw line and as he kissed his Queen he gave her a quick, sharp slap on her perfect ass.

After a moment the queen turned her attention to her brother and laughed softly “You should’ve seen your face, you looked terrified!”

“That’s not funny Cordelia!” Her brother spat, only feigning anger.

“That’s evil Queen to you!” Cordelia said playfully before kissing him also, as she kissed him and sucked at the tip of his tongue her long slender fingers reached around both of their cocks and she was pleased to find them both hard and throbbing, she used her pointer finger to wipe a bead of precum from the slit of her husband cock and pulled from her bothers lips, seductively sucking her finger clean before them.

Tasting her husbands precum made the Queens nipples stiffen, her areola was small, about the size of a half dollar piece and her nipples were puffy and thick, like little pink marshmallows.