Rated for mature audience.
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The Queen's hot, erotic voice drew her in like a moth to a flame. They were kneeling on the bed, and Snow White reached out to touch her shoulders, exploring that soft, pristine skin, brushing against the woman's nipples before holding back a moan as she heard Grimilde's sensual sigh. The Queen placed her hands over the princess's and pressed them more firmly against her breasts, encouraging the younger woman to take what she desired.
Bianca's gaze changed; it happened in a flash. "Undress me," she commanded, before crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
The Queen didn't hesitate to fulfill the request, slowly sliding Snow White's bra off, paying close attention to her reaction. She was still worried she might feel embarrassed or uncomfortable; she wanted this to be a beautiful, unique experience, one she would look back on with a smile.
"Your beauty will never cease to take my breath away..." The Queen's reverent words were punctuated by adoring kisses pressed all over her face. She kissed her lips delicately, and then, as the princess wrapped her arms around her shoulders, their mouths grew greedier and more demanding. Their tongues met and caressed while the blonde's hands began to roam down the body of the woman she held in her arms. When she grazed her nipples, Bianca gasped into Grimilde's mouth, who swallowed every sound she made with immense satisfaction.
The princess's nails dug into her lover's back when the latter decided to break the kiss to devote her full attention to Snow White's full breasts. When her tongue flicked over a nipple, the princess gasped again, and the need to be touched somewhere else grew even stronger.
"Easy..." Grimilde tried to help her relax: she looked at the stunning face of the woman she loved, admiring the expressions of sheer pleasure she was displaying. When she rubbed the palm of her hand over Bianca's breast, she got exactly what she wanted: those desperate, glossy doe eyes, her beautiful mouth parted to release moans, pleas, and to call her name. "Ilde..."
The Queen lowered her body over the princess's, pinning her to the mattress as she slipped her thigh between her legs. When the damp fabric of the dark-haired girl's panties came into contact with Grimilde's heated skin, she let out an impatient sigh of pleasure. "Now I'm going to take care of you... it's going to feel so good. Do you trust me, Bianca?"
"Yes... yes, I trust you." She would let Grimilde do anything to her. Sure, she had been hurt by what had happened, given that the Queen had lied about most of her past, but now she understood the real reasons behind it, and time would heal that pain.
"Darling, you're doing so well..." Her lover's whisper against her ear made Bianca lose all rational thought. The princess stared into her beloved's eyes as Ilde removed the last piece of fabric covering her nakedness. Now they were completely bare, stripped of any barrier, physical or mental, and that moment of profound vulnerability brought tears to Snow White's eyes. Not wanting to worry her Queen, she dedicated herself to devouring her lips and touching her breasts just as she had done to her moments ago. Grimilde's pants were music to her ears, a melody she wanted on repeat.
When Bianca's core came into contact with the blonde's thigh, it caught them both off guard: their bodies began to move on their own, and any lingering embarrassment gave way to the overwhelming desire to satisfy that primal, sexual need that had overtaken them both. They ground against each other, touching and kissing until they were breathless, until their lips were red and swollen.
Bianca clutched the Queen's shoulders again to pull her even closer. "Ilde... Ilde..." she panted, asking for something she couldn't even name herself. Luckily, the Queen was much more experienced in these matters. She reached a hand between her legs, beginning to rub her entrance: at first, it was like a gentle caress, then the motion grew firmer and more deliberate. Bianca's mouth opened in a silent scream: the wave of pleasure was so sudden and intense that it almost frightened her. She felt like she was on the verge of losing control. She didn't want it to end so quickly.
"It's alright." Grimilde kissed her forehead, brushing the hair away from her face. She kept her eyes locked with hers while exploring her lover's hot, slick center. When she reached her clitoris, Bianca jolted. She knew it was a highly sensitive spot, but she had never touched herself to know it firsthand.
"Ah..." Realizing she was moaning out loud, she moved to cover her lips, but Grimilde stopped her.
"I want to hear you, my love. Don't hold back... you are wonderful, you're delicious..." She kissed and sucked at the skin of her neck, coaxing out the sounds she was so desperate to hear. She wanted to leave marks of her claiming, but luckily she managed to scrape together enough reason to reign in her instincts: she couldn't send Snow White wandering around the castle with hickeys on her neck, otherwise the palace staff would get suspicious and rumors would start to spread. That didn't stop her from leaving marks elsewhere, though...
She dragged her greedy mouth down to the valley of Bianca's breasts, sucking and biting until the skin turned a flushed red. "W-what are you doing?"
"Leaving a mark of my love for you." Ilde smiled, her eyes shining with joy. From that moment on, the princess lost her mind completely, because she felt Ilde's fingers against a highly sensitive and intimate part of her.
"W-wait!" Grimilde immediately halted her hand, resting at Bianca's entrance, and looked up at her with surprised eyes, terrified she had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry... do you want to stop?" she rushed out, but the princess surprised her once again.
"No, no... it's just... will it hurt?"
The blonde kissed her cheek and whispered the exact reassurances Snow White needed into her ear: it wouldn't hurt, it might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but then it would be incredible, and she didn't need to worry about anything except what they were sharing so intimately.
"Ready?"
Bianca nodded silently, chewing on her bottom lip. She wrapped her arms tight around Grimilde's neck and braced herself for the inevitable. She had expected pain and discomfort, but when the blonde slipped her fingers inside her, something erupted in her lower belly—something that made her burn all over and caused her to gasp sharply. The Queen entered her slowly, making sure not to hurt her beloved, then stroked the younger girl's clitoris with her thumb, triggering a cascade of reactions. Bianca dug her nails into her back, begging her to give her more, and then more again.
Ilde went back to showering her breasts with kisses, soothing the marks she had left with her tongue, before crashing their mouths together, sucking on her tongue, and biting those delicious red lips. Meanwhile, she kept her fingers moving, sliding in and out, forging her way deeper inside Snow White, rubbing against those hot, slick walls. Grimilde was euphoric: she was finally making love to her beloved princess, but she found herself wanting even more. She felt it deep inside, a primal urge clawing to get out, a desire to completely devour her.
She tore her mouth away from Bianca's and dragged her lips down her body, massaging her skin with her free hand, distracting her from her true objective. When she reached the space between her legs, not even Bianca had realized where her path was leading; she only felt Grimilde lift her knee to kiss her thigh, nipping at the skin just as she had done before. But then, she felt her hot breath against her core and jolted, her eyes flying wide open.
"Ilde, w-what—"
Ilde didn't answer. She was utterly enchanted by the sight of her princess's still-virgin flower, and nothing could have distracted her from her goal. She wanted to taste the forbidden fruit; she wanted to wring even more pleas and whimpers from the younger girl's mouth.
"You're going to like it... but I'm going to like it even more," she whispered, right before tearing a loud moan from Bianca as her mouth finally kissed the princess's intimacy.
"Ilde, w-wai—ah!"
"I can't wait any longer, Bianca," she declared, brushing the tip of her nose against the girl's clitoris. She was so soft, so warm—it was driving Ilde insane.
The Queen braced herself to taste that delicacy and didn't waste another second: she parted the princess's petals with her tongue and licked her greedily. Bianca couldn't hold back a startled cry and instantly felt embarrassed. What were these strange sensations? A tension was threatening to snap, and her nerves were overwhelmingly sensitive! It was wonderful, something indescribable... the feeling of Ilde's tongue against her core! She hadn't even known such a thing was possible... why did it feel so incredibly good? She didn't want to stop her, despite her embarrassment and doubts. She wanted to keep feeling that warm, soft muscle right where she needed it most.
Her body took complete control, surrendering to its natural instincts. Without even realizing it, Bianca had tangled a hand in Ilde's hair and began to roll her hips, muffling her own pants into the pillow to keep from being too loud. The second time Ilde's tongue lapped over her, Bianca arched her back, feeling like she was on the precipice of something utterly shattering.
"Ilde... Ilde!"
The Queen knew the young girl was close to her orgasm, but she didn't stop, too engrossed in savoring her sweet exploration. She licked, kissed, and when she sucked hard on Bianca's clitoris, the latter let out another cry, clutching the sheets and Grimilde in a vice grip. The princess's thighs clamped tight around the Queen's head as spasms overtook her body; Bianca went rigid, her heart beating so violently she almost worried for herself.
"It's alright..."
Guided by the Queen's caresses and words of encouragement, Bianca surrendered to the orgasm. She soon found herself spent and sprawling on the bed, her lover resting beside her, tracing idle patterns on her pale skin.
"How was it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Bianca took a moment to catch her breath and shake off the embarrassment of what had just happened before she spoke. "Even better than... than I thought it would be." She stopped herself just in time to avoid another embarrassing slip-up: she wasn't about to confess that the books she read talked about these kinds of things.
"That makes me so happy..." the blonde whispered, letting out a contented sigh. "I was terrified I was going to hurt you."
"I want to touch you too."
Ilde bit her lip. "You don't have to, I'm perfectly happy right now..." She trailed off because she could read genuine determination in her lover's eyes. So, she grabbed her hand and guided it between her own legs, under Snow White's wide-eyed stare. "Come on, don't be shy now."
Grimilde rested her head against Bianca's chest as the latter began to explore her intimacy. Her fingers brushed against her clitoris, making her pant, then grew bolder and braver, reaching her entrance. At that point, Ilde told her to keep going, grabbing her hand to guide her exactly where they both wanted her to be. Bianca marveled at how wet she was—was this her doing? Grimilde continued to guide her, and in doing so, the princess learned what the Queen liked best from her touch. She noticed that whenever she rubbed firmly between her folds, Ilde would tense up and pant harder.
She wanted to try penetrating her too, but the blonde stopped her before she could. She gave her a loving smile and whispered the reason why she had done that.
"I cut my nails a few days ago... did you notice?"
Bianca nodded, and a moment later, the meaning of her words finally clicked. "Oh..."
Grimilde chuckled and pressed a kiss to her lover's chest. Pride swelled within her as she noticed the constellation of marks she had left on Snow White's pristine skin. It wasn't difficult for the Queen to reach her orgasm, either. She found that simply seeing her Bianca beneath her, face flushed from their passionate act, was enough to push her over the edge.
She caught her breath and pulled the sheets up to cover both their bodies, then pulled the princess tightly against her with a satisfied sigh. She would have loved to make love to her all night long, but she didn't want to seem that desperate... besides, the princess was exhausted; she needed to rest. Bianca's head rested against the shoulder of her Queen, who held her flush against her body: one arm wrapped around her waist, her hand continuously stroking her warm skin. When the princess's breathing finally returned to normal, she noticed the blonde's rapid heartbeat and the sound of the wind howling outside.
"I didn't know it could be so..."
"Pleasurable?"
Bianca nodded. Ilde kissed her temple, then her cheek. "And we're only just getting started..." She chuckled, and the princess lightly swatted her arm playfully, deeply embarrassed by her words.
"Ilde!"
"What? You don't think that was enough for me, do you... it'll never be enough."
Bianca blushed profusely and buried her face against the Queen's chest. Several minutes passed with them in that position, cocooned in blankets and each other's bodies, holding on tight to delay the separation that would inevitably come at any moment. It was right then, while listening to the Queen's heartbeat, that the princess remembered Astrael's words—words she had completely forgotten in the heated haze of the moment.
"Ilde... is there something else you need to tell me?"