SNOWEFREE

Fairy Pussy Tales : Soft as Snowe

It almost felt as if he was sucking her very life out of her body. His arms were crushing her as he shoved his tongue down her throat, yet his grip was slackened just enough to allow his partner to undress her. The rain and blowing winds outside the small border guard keep numbed her, so she barely felt anything the two men were doing to her, even as they yanked and pulled away her traveling clothes. Still, as he clothes fell away from her body she realized she didn’t care as much about her own situation as she did Snowe’s.

This was payment for safe passage into the neighboring kingdom, she dimly assured herself. Once they were done her potions would kick in, and insure they would not pursue them once they got clear of them. Once these last two difficulties were out of her way, once then she could spirit Snowe out of the kingdom without any further difficulties. She had already bought their silence with her oral skills, lips laced with a mind numbing agent to steal their wills. As each men groaned in welcome release, she dutifully swallowed each load in turn knowing the potion would make them ready to be manipulated.

But in order to fully take advantage of the potion they had to fuck her, no question about it. They had to drain the last of their strengths before she could command them to sleep, taking them out of the equation to her and Snowe’s escape from the kingdom. As the former queen’s hood is peeled away, revealing Duske’s short trim ashen black hair, and beautiful appearance, a shiver passed down her spine as her body was slowly bared before these two men. Yet, and yet, all she could think of even now was whether or not her beloved was watching her degradement with these men. She told Snowe to hide in the woods and wait for her to return, but was she watching her now instead of obeying Duske’s wishes? Snowe was always a free spirited soul despite her willingness to please others, but this was one time she hoped beyond hope that Snowe would obey her wishes more than her own “instincts”.

Duske’s clothes was nearly removed now, her huge breasts slathered and mauled by the men as her last garments fell away, their thick manmeats hard between her legs bumping against her inner thighs, so close to penetrating her once they had enough of foreplay. As they finally wrestled her towards the huge beds that they pushed together, ready to take her, she feverishly remember the moment she realized Snowe was the only one for her.

* * * * * *

The moment the object of her forbidden desires became her one and only was fresh in her mind.

It was an innocent act, but somehow it became the catalyst for opening the floodgate between them, allowing pent up emotions to flow and turn into love. A few days ago, seemingly a lifetime, when she was finally convinced that she could never escape her desires for Snowe.

One year ago she came into the kingdom and fell in love with a comely free spirited woman who often visited her in the local tavern for sexual release. It wasn’t until she was gone, most likely dead, did she find out that her lover was the former queen of the kingdom. Months ago, embittered by her hatred for the man she blamed for her lover’s death, she married the king of the realm and (with her knowledge of potions) seduced and killed him. She blamed him for taking the love of her life away, now she had taken his life in turn for what he did to her.

But that act had unexpected consequences as she found herself the new queen of the kingdom, much to her disdain. She thought that, after her “husband died”, she would be pulled from power and someone else would control the kingdom. That didn’t happen, and she kept her throne. That wasn’t bad enough, not by far, the worst was when the last rulers’ daughter Snowe returned home from school and she began to fall in love with Snowe. Duske didn’t intend to stay, she was only to kill the king and leave, but her new responsibilities as the kingdom’s ruler trapped her in the castle where her lover once slept, which further entrapped her when her lover’s beautiful daughter returned home and further ensnared Duske’s heart to stay at the castle and in this kingdom.

The night she knew her heart was doomed was her awakening. The hour was late, and she was worn out by another long day of the mundane daily tasks of ruling the kingdom. Her muscles were sore, her body exhausted, and she was overall a tired mess. “If I knew ruling was this much torture I’d have just became his brothel mistress instead of marrying him.” she hissed, feeling her sore muscles nagging her for relief as she shambled into the Royal Bath House. This huge area, split into co-ed bathing and private mini-baths (separated by huge curtains of ivy between the mini-baths), was based on Roman bath design and nice… but still Duske wished that the Royal Engineers would create private in-room baths for everyone. Right now she wasn’t too keen on running into anyone from the palace, for business or to be hopelessly gossiped to death by the chattering female royalty that hung around the palace grounds. Snowe, at least, had more dignity and composure than the other women of the palace, another point towards why Duske was more attracted to her than the other tightly wound kingdom women of the palace.

As her regal royal dress clothes fell away her hands grasped her breasts, fingers teasing and pulling at her nipples until they hardened under her touch. Grasping her clothes she hung them up in her private “cubicle” in the dressing area, (“Nice touch, I just wish the engineers didn’t make those funny contraptions in the next room for “exercise”. What the hell is half those weird machines anyway!”) turning towards one of the private baths. As she slowly lowered herself into the warm water, taking her place on the submerged bench area where she would sit and soak her muscles, she heard a splash of water from a nearby bath. “Great.” she quietly thought to herself, “It’s either one of those nosey busybody women, or a pervert who probably jerks off watching me wash my breasts. Dammit.”

Resigned to her fate, she slowly peered through the vines into the next area to see which of her two least favorite people it was. As she did, her body hanging half out of the warm water, she felt a sharp chill as she beheld her unintended bathmate. Her eyes widened, and her lips silently mouthed the word “Snowe.”

There, right in front of her, was her stepdaughter in the nude flesh, Snowe. When Duske seduced and killed Snowe’s evil father she had never seen Snowe, she was away getting a foreign education when she met and killed Snowe’s father. But soon after his death she returned home, having graduated from her studies, and that’s when Duske’s already complicated life became unbearable.

Snowe was a tall athletic beauty, with long graceful legs, strong arms, and a slender powerful figure just from what Duske saw from the tomboy-ish yet elegant clothes she wore. If she hadn’t believed in love at first sight before, Duske believed in it once she met Snowe. To that end she became friends with her new “step-daughter” if only to be close to her, never dreaming in her wildest fantasies to be this close to her now (and her being this naked). Now, however, now that she saw the object of her affections nude she knew her fate was sealed. Her eyes would not divert from Snowe’s breasts, they were not as big as her own but now that she got an eyeful of Snowe’s perfectly shaped mounds topped with the perkiest of nipples she felt herself lusting for them even more. Snowe’s skin was silky soft as it was also pale, her body was powerful yet in this environment she looked as gentle as a kitten. Her face was gentle, framed by soft flowing waves of black hair that fell down to shoulder length.

Slowly settling back into her bath, as not to attract Snowe’s attention, she watched fixated in secret as Snowe bathed before her. She couldn’t bear to tear her gaze away from the nude splendor that was her stepdaughter, the view was too much to tear her gaze from. Finally, much to Duske’s despair, Snowe did leave to dress again, abandoning the now sexually frustrated Duske to her own bath, and her own needs.

As she turned back to her own bath, her needs rising to nag at her, her gaze fell upon the bath’s freshener (a monstrous head that provided a strong steady stream of fresh warm water to reheat the tub on chilly nights), and inspiration hit.

Gently edging her way towards the refresher, her eyes glancing back and forth as she did, she drew closer and closer to the strange device, her thoughts churning. Finally, unable to wait a second longer, she drew herself nearly on top of the refresher laying back into the water as she drew close, her legs raising up and spreading wide before the device straddling it. As she did this she grasped the horns of the device, pulling herself in as she did. Once in place she twisted the horns, pulling herself partially out of the water as she clung tight), the water coming on in a gushing splash.

The first jolt slammed through her body as she held on, her teeth clenched tight refusing a cry of pleasure as her pussy was smothered in a gushing wave of passion. Moment upon moment the water pushed her higher and higher, the water gushing all over her pussy driving every nerve in her body wild from the stimulation. Feverishly she could almost see Snowe watching over her, perched on top of the refresher in the nude watching closely, her own fingers pleasuring herself as she watched fixated by Duske’s performance.

Duske’s breath rasped, her voice barely choking out Snowe’s name as another strong jolt ripped through her. She held her teeth tightly closed, holding her cries silent just in case someone entered. As the water drove her onwards towards orgasm she pulled herself upwards towards the source of her pleasure, increasing the contact between the water and her sexual spot. As she pulls herself closer her head bobs back towards the water, water splashing into her mouth as she holds tight.

Her body suddenly begins to numb, and for a few seconds she began to fear she wouldn’t orgasm, but almost immediately it hit her hard and unexpected, a near silent scream choked out of her as it hit. She nearly slipped backwards, holding tight as her orgasm washed over her, long unbearable seconds of it rippling through her as her mind reeled under the assault. Dimly she cried out Snowe’s name again, before finally curling her legs and kicking hard (driving herself towards the bench area of the bath where she crumpled into a pile sexually satisfied).

As she fought for her breath she thought of Snowe, and sighed “I’m so addicted to you.” she reasoned, unable to come to any other conclusion than the obvious.

* * * * * *

The cold snap of the horrid weather snapped her senses back into play, the world reeling about her as she tried to gather herself mentally. Half dressed she was outside the guard keep, her eyes falling upon the open door and what looked like two dead guards within. Snowe, pulling the door close as she came out (their gear slung over her back and one shoulder), turned quickly to Duske scooping her up into one arm as she came right at her. Duske, dazed and confused, could only rely on Snowe’s help to get her as far away from the kingdom they once called home as they finished crossing the border into the neighboring kingdom.

Duske never felt worst than she did right now, realizing Snowe saw through her lies and came to save her from herself, intervening and pulling her out of her “plan” to seduce the guards to turn them to her will. Worst, it looked like Snowe went further by being forced to kill the men Duske was certain she could befuddle with her potions and sex. It was plausible, that they were dead, as they seemed dead from what Duske could see into the doorway of the keey.

“Don’t die on me.” Snowe whispered, “Don’t you dare leave me alone, you promised me you’d never leave me once we were together.”

Duske could only whimper a reply, knowing she only had thoughts of her safety even as she threw herself into a dangerous situation without thinking twice of the consequences. After what seemed like forever the rain stopped as they entered a small cave a few miles into the neighboring kingdom, Snowe carefully setting Duske down onto a mossy path of flooring as she set to preparing for sleep. As Snowe busied herself drawing their traveling quilts from the hefty backpacks she felt the former queen’s gaze upon her.

“Did you… did you…”

“I saw everything.” she said honestly, “What those bastards did to you.”

“Not their fault… I did that to them…” Duske whispered, “I seduced them… tried to control… them… dominate them…” she admitted, eyes closing as she turned weakly away from her lover, “I’d do… anything… to protect you… save you… even sell my… body…”

Two fingers gently pressed down on her lips, silencing her protests. “Don’t say it.”

“Do you… hate me…”

Snowe draws Duske close, wrapping the quilts about them as she silenced any further complaints with a kiss. Too tired to say anymore, she surrendered herself to Snowe and fell asleep in Snowe’s loving grasp.

“How did I ever become worthy enough for you.” Duske meekly asked, sleep overtaking her.

“Because you love me for who I am, not who you want me to be.”

Sleep ended any further debate or self recrimination.

* * * * * *

The moment they first consummated their love sexually. That was still fresh in her thoughts as she reflected.

She has been masturbating to thoughts of Snowe for unbearable days on days at end. She had already been friends with Snowe before she first masturbated to thoughts of her naked step-daughter, but now it was becoming unbearable to be so close to Snowe day after day yet so far. The only way she could relieve her needs after being close to Snowe was through masturbation, continuous stimulating masturbation.

“Let’s see…” she sighed, holding up the half written letter for the umpteenth time. “Dear Ye Olde Penthouse Scrolls, I am a lovely slightly older queen from a distant kingdom who gets horny everytime she thinks of fucking her sweet pretty daughter of step.” (sighs) “Hell no am I sending this out.” (throws letter into the fire with another despairing sigh).

The oversized throne in her new private bedroom (once her shared bedchamber with her “husband”) was odd, but with enough pillows it provided for a rather nice mount to look into her new “magic mirror” while she masturbated. The magic mirror was a nice touch, the full length mirror from floor to head once held an imprisoned spirit (mostly there to ego rub it’s last owner). Once Duske set the spirit free it made the mirror her personal sextoy, allowing her to record whatever happened before it’s gaze as well as manipulate the “images” of those before it and make them do whatever she wanted… this power, incidentally, only extended so far as to imagining Snowe in more and more kinky sexual situations for her masturbation.

Once she had lunch with Snowe (as well as a long talk with her), she would have the mirror undress the image of Snowe and place her into whatever sexual situation she felt like at that moment, all the while masturbating while watching Snowe getting off in whatever position she put her in. It was not much, she was no closer to achieving her dream of making Snowe her lover, but it was better than nothing.

What Duske strived for was that “golden moment”, that split second when both herself and the fake Snowe would orgasm in unison, two souls cumming as one. Their cries reaching crescendo as their fingers (or whatever sexual aide was helping Snowe along in whatever scenario she was in) brought them to climax, tears flowing down both women’s faces as they came before each other hard and beautifully. This was the least Duske could seek out, she reasoned, a perfect orgasm in an imperfect one-sided “relationship”.

At least that, if nothing else, was the only perfect thing about this situation.

Still, she thought as she pulled her gown up revealing her nude bottom, her sex already moist from anticipation, she could hold off just a little bit more before relenting to her desires. The feel of her gown on her lower body, the pillows grazing her inner thighs and sweet sex, her thoughts focused on what she wanted to see Snowe do today (in her small fantasy scenario played out in the mirror), it all tempted her to start right then and there. She slowly shifted her weight, enjoying the feel of the soft pillows rippling through her body while in this seductive position. A light faint breeze from the shuttered windows blew across her bare skin, the feel of her position made her wetter sending tingles through her body.

“Mirror, mirror before my gaze. Show me Snowe’s sexual ways.” she breathlessly rasped, securing herself into position as the visage of Snowe appeared before her in the mirror. Snowe appeared before her just as she did scant minutes ago as they talked, only this Snowe was now in the process of disrobing right before the horny gaze of her stepmother. Her hands slowly, carefully, removing each piece of clothes in turn, teasing her viewer as she did so, driving Duske wild with each part of her body was exposed to the older woman. She so wanted it to be the real thing, so she could hold her, pet her, make love to her. If only she could reach into the mirror, if only to at least draw a kiss from the fake Snowe, goddess how she wished it was her instead of this hollow image.