The Queens Revenge | By : cashewQueen Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 41264 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Snow rested with a faint flush to her pallor, her eyes devouring the book within her hands as if it were a map to a great treasure. Her eyes dilated as she read how Cyrano the Neverland Pirate seduced Lady Wendy so thoroughly. Snow wondered briefly how long her daughter kept the book before feeling the need to return it. Did reading about the way Cyrano secured a naked Wendy to his mast seduce the princess as it was seducing her now? Reading about the way the pirate took charge of the woman in his bed reminded Snow of her wedding night. The glorious pleasure filled hours that Regina had given her were still mind blowing to the White Queen. It didn’t take a whole lot to veer her thoughts towards her step mother and that night. Since an hour after Regina had left the room when Charming crawled on top of her hoping that the five minutes he spent on top of her would be enough to ensure an heir of his own and every night after Snow would need to think of the Evil Queen just to experience any pleasure. She still remembers how she was dominated by Regina. The feel of the Evil Queen’s cum filling her mouth, filling her womb twice would send snow into a hot mess of arousal. Her clit would throb in want as her sex leaked arousal like a broken fountain. No other lover had filled the White Queen like Regina had. Not her husband who made it a point to visit her chambers at night to rut into her till he was spent after a few thrusts. The captain of the guard Sir Lancelot certainly tried his best when her husband was away on “business” when he visited the brothels of the kingdom, but even he failed in comparison to her first. The closest she has ever gotten to match the pleasure she felt that night with the Queen, is her best friend and confident Red. Red’s animalistic passion when they lay together in her bed or in the forest was the most pleasure Snow had ever gotten since her wedding night.
Thinking about her two lovers as well as her husband, Snow often wonders how in one castle they have never discovered that they share their Queen’s bed. True everyone knew that she and her husband shared nights together when he was home. They were married after all. The other two though was where the Queen’s true worry lay. Red was the Kings friend, they had been friends way before either knew Snow as a princess turned thief turned queen. Their history together should have provoked an honesty between them and yet there was no confrontation or rumors of scandal running rampant throughout the castle. Sir Lancelot had been a traveling knight from Camelot whom her husband had met during one of his trips touring the kingdom. He had brought the knight home boasting of the man’s honor and virtues, reminding the Queen of when her father had brought the Genie to their kingdom. It was that night as her King lay drunk in his chair asleep after the ball that she and Lancelot christened the war council room quite loudly. If Snow remembered the time correctly the children had been three when Lancelot had become a part of the kingdom and a regular in her bed. How strange it was for her to think that she had started her love affair with the Knight thirteen years ago.
Snow chuckled at her thoughts with a shake of her head, refocusing her attention on the book in her hands she felt a determination to finish it. She wanted to know what her daughter found so scandalous or appealing. Silently her thoughts ran through her mind as she wondered whom her Rosie identified with in the story. Was she Cyrano the dashing pirate whom conquered Lady Wendy with his mast as he conquered the sea with his ship the Jolly Roger? Or was her daughter Wendy the fair pure lady whom the pirate saves by ravishing her so thoroughly on the oceans of the world in his pirate ship?
Turning the page as she continues to read the highly graphic sexual scene in the book, a twinge of lust and guilt flooded through Snow White as her thoughts began to deviate once again to improper thoughts of her youngest. The turn they took towards her innocent beautiful and youngest daughter who was so much like her when she was younger were very wrong to say the very least. Still though Snow thought about how her Rose Red was most likely a very primal animal of passion under that quiet, sweet, shy personality she projected forth. Snow was slowly becoming lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice another presence in the library.
“Snow?” A familiar voice called quietly startling the White Queen from her thoughts and lust. Turning to see who it was that had startled her so, a smile spread as her eyes darkened with a renewed sense of passion. “Red.”
Rising from the settee she had been perched on Snow placed the book on the polished redwood table beside her. Pupils blown with an overwhelming feeling of lust and want the Queen slowly approached the now fidgeting wolf. “Red, would you give your Queen a favor?” Snow purred as she approached. The lilting of her voice nothing but pure want in such an, though aged and a mother, innocent looking form. Its tones sending shivers down the wolf’s spine and causing the fine hairs along her body to rise in anticipation of whatever it was her queen was asking.
“Anything” Red growled out grabbing snow around the waist bringing their bodies flush against each other. The sudden action allowing the gasp that was stuck in Snow’s throat to escape into the quiet room.
“Take me, my wolf,” Snow husked out pressing her lips to the smooth column of Reds throat, nipping at the pulse point that tempted her so much to possess, “Fuck your Queen, till she forgets her name and Kingdom.” Soft delicate hands traveled under the green shirt that covered Reds upper body, along heated smooth skin, lightly dragging her nails as if she wanted to dig and never let go.
“As the Queen commands,” Growling in pleasure with a tightened grip Red closes the distance between them, capturing pink petal shaded lips between hers roughly. Moving as if in a dance Red pushed Snow onto the table that lay in the middle of the room. Work roughened hands tearing at the silk dress that encased her lovers beautiful curved body, Red felt as if she were drowning in her lovers moans of ecstasy. Pulling on the bodice yellowed eyes watched as two full pale breast popped out begging for her mouth and hands. Gripping the heaving right breast in her hand Ruby squeezed liberally, cascading a trail of wet rough kisses down Snow’s pale straining neck. The overwhelming urge to taste the delicious nectar of her lover driving the wolf in her pursuit of hearing Snow scream her name till the castle came tumbling down around them.
TBC
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