Page 43 of Snow White

I brush my fingers against her breast in a featherlight caress and growl deeply, “Yes.”

She shivers, pressing closer to kiss me again. I bite her bottom lip, drunk on the taste of her.“We should go downstairs.”

She shifts from foot to foot. “I’m… um…” She shifts, pressing her thighs together. “I think it’s going to be hard to walk.”

I keep forgetting how perfectly innocent she is.I move to the door and lock it, the sound echoing in the room. “Let me take care of my princess,” I say, walking toward her, forcing her to retreat until her ass meets the bed.

She falls back, going to her elbows. Those glacial eyes lock on me. “W-Won’t they l-look for us?”

I wish I had more time to tease and torture her, but I’ll make do. I lift the edge of her dress up, slipping my head under the skirt. “It will be fast, princess.”

My lips graze the inside of her thigh, wondering if a part of her hoped this would happen since she’s bare beneath her skirts. Her cunt glistens, inviting me to touch and taste. I barely take the time to kiss and reassure her before falling on her like a starved animal.

She tastes even better than I dreamed.I could drink this pussy down for years, decades. My tongue flicks against her swollen clit, smirking at how wet she is from just our kisses. Poor little princess needs to be fucked, and fucked hard. If we had time, I’d tease her closer and closer to release. I would take her to the edge again and again until she begged to come, and her body was on the verge of breaking from denied release.

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, pressing one finger inside her, rubbing, then thrusting. She gasps and squirms. “Sweet mother of I—”

Her words cut off into a moan, and I continue licking and sucking, feeling her tighten on my fingers. Has my poor princess never touched herself? Has she ever come?

I imagine her riding my lap as I use a toy on her. On her hands and knees, on her back, in the open air. Fuck, is there any place or any way, I don’t want to fuck her?

“Fuck,” I moan, drinking her down.

She squirms faster, moaning louder. “What are you doing?”

I take a long lick of her again. “Tasting you.”

She moans again. “How do I taste?”

I suck her clit into my mouth and add a second finger, stretching her. “Sweet as an apple.”

Addictive.

Snow’s thighs tremble around my ears. “I... Azura... I feel... strange.”

I smirk, licking and thrusting my fingers at the same time. “Let it happen, princess, cover your mouth.”

I can feel her tighten, and I don’t want this to end, my tongue moving frantically, sucking and licking, wringing the orgasm from her. When she arches and shakes, I drink her down and lick her clean before pulling out from under her dress. My eyes roll back in pleasure, and my belly tightens as I suck my fingers, making sure to savor every drop. “Better, princess?”

Snow glances up at me, her eyes glazed. “Y-Yes... much.”

I smirk, holding my hand out to her. “We should head downstairs.”

She takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet, fixing her dress. “Yes, downstairs,” she says, her voice filled with stunned wonder.

I laugh, keeping her hand in mine as we walk to the door.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Snow

Pure bliss.

I have never felt anything like this. The explosion of pleasure brought stars to my eyes and made my body quiver. I don’t even know how I have the strength to stand right now. I am still trembling from the feel of Azura’s perfect lips against me. Perhaps my strength comes from Azura’s hand in mine. Her warmth is able to keep me in the present rather than the past when her mouth melded to my mound. I shiver at the thought.

There is no coldness. No voices. Just peace.

Azura and I make our way downstairs to the ballroom. Inside, everything is set up for the show. There is a small wooden stage at the front of the room. Chairs and round tables clutter the space, and some of the princesses are already preparing for their performance. I spot Belle and Lady Lock sitting at one of the tables together. Lady Lock’s face is paler than usual, her hands fiddling with some yarn. Belle’s face is calm, though her eyes are scanning the room. I wonder what she is looking for?

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