"I love you."
Two simple words that threatened to make the Evil Queen's heart explode. She stared at Snow White as if a miraculous vision stood before her, rather than a woman who had simply confessed her love. The younger girl's cheeks gradually flushed crimson, and she tried to pull away from the blonde when she received no response. At that point, the Queen snapped out of her trance and wrapped her arms around the princess's waist, gently pulling their bodies together.
"Bianca... you can't even imagine what you're making me feel." The Queen's voice deepened, thick with affection. She took one of Snow White's hands and pressed it to her own chest, letting her feel the rapid, incessant beating of her heart. The raven-haired woman grew even more timid, her face burning brighter.
"Y-your heart is beating so fast..."
"It's your doing." She smiled, and for some reason, Snow White began to feel hot, even though the open window let in a cool breeze. She had never had the chance to know this intense side of the Queen of Arran. Now, she was physically grasping all those speeches about human vulnerability in the face of carnal passion.
"Do you not realize what you do?" the blonde asked.
"W-what?"
The Queen caressed the princess's cheek, her eyes tracing the delicate features of her face before lingering with clear intent on her full, red lips. "Your eyes can bend anyone's will. Your lips enslave your admirers... your voice enchants like a siren's song. Bianca..." Her tone was so sensual it made the princess's legs tremble. Luckily, the Queen was holding her up. "It's your fault that my heart no longer belongs to me. It's been yours since the first time we laid eyes on each other."
The Queen leaned in, bringing her lips tantalizingly close to Snow White's, and the latter felt as if she were about to melt. She had never desired something so much that she could feel the ache of anticipation.
"Bianca, do you understand? Do you understand that I burn for you, that the love I feel for you drives me mad and makes me feel alive after years of merely existing?"
A soft gasp escaped Snow White's lips, and the Queen couldn't contain herself any longer. She crashed their mouths together with hunger and desperation, immediately seeking the princess's tongue to caress it, to worship it—just as she would do with her entire body if she were allowed. The Queen's passion further aroused Snow White, who seemed to forget all her modesty and past worries. In fact, she begged her to take her to bed.
"Bianca... I want to show you how much I love you. Will you let me?"
Despite her mind being clouded by their heated exchange, Snow White looked at the Queen seriously, admiring every detail her gaze fell upon. The Queen wasn't wearing her crown, but various pieces of jewelry adorned her body, making her eyes and the pale gold of her hair shine. The moonlight bounced from one gleaming surface to another, sparkling as if the Queen held stars in her possession.
"I've never..." At that point, Snow White gathered her courage. She wanted to reveal her lack of experience, but it was something that embarrassed her and made her feel insecure.
"That's not a problem, quite the opposite... I would be honored to be your first time." The Queen's response reassured the princess, who began to relax. Now, however, she wanted to know about the Queen's past...
"And you?"
"I remained faithful to the promise I made to your father once we were married, but nothing ever happened between us. Before him, I was with someone, but nothing compares to what I feel with you. We will learn together how to make each other happy and satisfied."
The Queen's charisma and that sensual gaze could have conquered anyone. She was the enchantress, not the princess!
"Y-yes, but I don't even know where to begin."
Snow White felt so ashamed she wanted to hide somewhere, and since she couldn't, she decided to cover her face with her hands. The Queen chuckled and pressed a kiss to her neck, sending shivers exploding across her entire body.
"We are both women; we know our bodies... it won't be that hard to discover what we like." The Queen's voice grew huskier, and the princess was suddenly convinced she had fallen into the clutches of a predator. Bianca didn't lower her hands from her face, but she gave her consent to the Queen's tempting proposition.
The Queen said nothing; she tried to move the princess's hands to see her face. She wanted to be absolutely sure that this was truly what Bianca desired as well. "Are you sure? We could just rest... it's been a difficult evening for both of us."
"I-I'm sure." Her dark, doe-like eyes captured the Queen's passionate blue ones. The blonde woman forced herself to maintain her composure, though it was incredibly difficult. Snow White was truly delectable when she was embarrassed.
"Promise me that if you want to stop, you'll tell me. Do you promise?"
Bianca nodded, beginning to tremble with anticipation. Would it be as beautiful and overwhelming as in the stories she had read?
"Let's take care of these first..." She pointed to their clothes and moved back, making sure there was enough space for both of them to undress. They helped each other loosen laces and remove layers of fabric, until the princess finally removed her tiara under the Queen's burning gaze. They were down to their slips; a lot of skin was already exposed, and Snow White longed to see the Queen completely bare. At the same time, however, she feared she might not be entirely to the Queen's liking... she was just so beautiful. They were unfounded fears, and she knew it, but she felt them anyway.
When the Queen stood up from the bed, Bianca gasped.
"Are you cold? Shall I close the window?"
"I-it's fine."
She took a moment to gather her courage, to ignore the embarrassment, but trying to prepare herself was useless. When the Queen returned to her, before lying down on the bed with the princess, she took care of removing the very last garment covering the length of her body. She stood in front of the bed in her undergarments, completely taking the princess's breath away. The room was bathed in candlelight, and the moonlight wove its way through the windows: the play of light and shadow made the Queen's figure look almost surreal. She was like a goddess who had stepped out of the shadows, ready to take whatever she desired.
Snow White remained silent as the blonde approached the large bed and sat on the mattress. At first, she said nothing, letting her eyes speak for her: she was waiting for Bianca to feel comfortable enough to remove her slip as well. The princess swallowed hard and brought her hands to the laces keeping the garment tight against her torso, but before she could start loosening them, the Queen leaned in closer.
"May I help you?" she whispered sweetly.
She wanted to guide Snow White slowly, showing her the pleasure that could blossom from the union of their passions. Among the nobility, sex was viewed as a mere duty, solely aimed at producing heirs for one's family; consequently, there was no proper education to show the other facets of sexuality.
In the tribe where the Queen was born, however, sexuality was a topic discussed freely. It wasn't something dirty to be hidden; it was the most intimate and tangible manifestation of the bond with one's partner. In the northern part of the continent, monogamy was as common as polygamy: some Nordic clans on the borders of the kingdom where she was born celebrated collective, familial love, and men with substantial resources could afford to support multiple wives and raise many children. There was no rivalry in those cases; the wives helped each other raise the children and maintain order in their households and families.
In essence, the Queen wanted to expand what the princess knew about love and sexuality, and the fastest way to do that was to show her a different reality through actions...
The Queen's eyes softened as she slowly uncovered Snow White's pristine skin. She untied the slip, and when it came time to remove the light fabric, she asked for the younger girl's permission once more. Bianca nodded without hesitation. The Queen kissed her cheeks with adoration and laid her down on the bed to help her relax. Then, she let her eyes wander over her stunning body, appreciating the expanse of bare skin ready for her touch.
Bianca let out a breath when the Queen lay down beside her, gathering her into her arms.
"You are so beautiful..." she whispered in her ear, beginning to leave a trail of hot kisses from her forehead, down to her neck, until, with a hint of hesitation, the Queen kissed her chest.
Snow White's nerves were taut: with every kiss or caress, the pleasure grew, feeling as though sparks were exploding beneath her skin, making her hyper-aware of every single millimeter of contact between her body and the Queen's.
"I will take care of you..." The Queen slipped the strap of the princess's bra off her shoulder, brushing her lips against her skin. Bianca gasped when the Queen's mouth moved even lower, toward the edge of the fabric covering her breast.
Before continuing, the Queen pushed herself up from the mattress and slowly began to remove her final pieces of clothing, under Snow White's attentive, shy gaze. The raven-haired girl held her breath when she saw the Queen's nudity for the very first time. It was an exceptional sight: she was gorgeous, with soft curves but also delicate, defined muscles from her daily training.
Bianca didn't even realize she had lifted herself up and moved closer to her, but at one point, she saw her own hand slide toward the Queen's chest, tracing the valley between her breasts, down to her subtle abs. The Queen's breath hitched.
"C-can I touch you?" the princess asked in a hushed voice, finally bringing her eyes to her bare breasts. She saw the Queen's pink nipples and began to feel a tightening in her lower belly, a pulsing arousal between her legs.
"Yes... come here."