Prompt Post 4!
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Clover sprung from the ground at Snow White’s feet, and the sweet scent of its crushed leaves rose around her as she stopped before Aurora’s chair. Aurora’s hands tightened on the arms, and she was about to rise when Snow White leant forwards, taking her wrists and pinning them in place.
Aurora’s heart beat faster in her chest. Snow White’s hands were warm and soft, and did not have the feel of violence in them. She held back the fleeting urge to struggle, to lash out with her own magic, and instead locked her eyes on Snow White’s as the young woman sank to her knees, nudging Aurora’s legs apart as she did so.
Desire panged in her. Men had knelt to swear their allegiance, but never had they met her eyes, never had they been so close that she could feel the warm of their body through her gown, never had they run their hands slowly down her thighs before dipping them down to raise up the hem of her skirts.
The air felt cool against her heated skin as Snow White pushed her skirts up around her waist to reveal her sex beneath. Aurora could control her trembling, but she could not control the wetness that made her thighs shine, the heat that flushed her skin. Never looking away, Snow White reached up and ran two fingers along the length of Aurora’s cunt, flicking against her clit. With her thumb, she traced slow circles, starting wide out from Aurora’s clit so that heat burred and built slowly in her, coming in fraction by fraction, closer and firmer, naked desire in her eyes and shining on her parted red lips.
Aurora felt her thighs trembling with tension, her hips yearning to push forwards into Snow White’s touch. She had been fucked, and been the one to do the fucking, but Snow White was using nothing but her hands and her yearning, smouldering eyes, as if she was taking in every flicker that Aurora was trying to hold back from showing in her face.
She hissed between her teeth as Snow White’s nail brushed over her clit, only just enough to hurt on the sensitive flesh.
“May I make my case?” said Snow White, her voice high and innocent and so at odds with her lush breasts and lecherous gaze. “I have been told I have a clever tongue.”
Swallowing the tremble in her voice, Aurora kept her chin raised. “If the work of your tongue be not lies,” she said.
A smile curled at the corner of Snow White’s lips, dark and secretive. She slid her hands - the fingers of one still shining - to Aurora’s hips, and guided her to the edge of the chair. Not pulled her forwards, not being so forwards, but just with gentle smooth pressure that led Aurora’s hips to the edge of the seat, rucked up her skirt further and let her legs press wider apart, feet slipping on the stone floor and shoes dangling from them.
Finally, Snow White looked down, eyes fixing hungrily on Aurora’s cunt. It was the look of a man before a feast - or before a crown. Aurora had only seen that look in Maleficent’s eyes when the fairy spoke of vengeance.
But it was reverently that Snow White lowered her mouth to Aurora’s core, pressing an almost-chaste kiss to the golden curls above her clit before moving down, mouthing slowly and gently at the flesh. Every light touch felt exquisite, roaming across her skin, tiny sweeps of lips against skin that Aurora thought might never have been touched before.
She felt the warm wet touch of Snow White’s tongue against her skin, the crease of her inner thigh and the sensitive soft skin that flanked her cunt. The heat of her body seemed to be pooling there, and when with a tilt of her head Snow white finally pressed her tongue between the lips of Aurora’s quim, into her heat, she let out a brief tight moan despite herself.
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