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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