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A/N: One of the bits I wrote for a prompt over at 'The Disney Kink Meme'. The prompt given was: Maleficent femdoming the hell out of one of the other lovely Disney ladies! I want complete humiliation, mindfuckery, the works. JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN!
She comes back in another world. Maleficent refuses to think of it as re-birth, to acknowledge that she died. But there is a moment of confusion because this place is so similar to her own.
And when she stretches out with her magic – darkness, her darkness, moving with a slow magma like crawl making animal freeze in terror (wanting to run, but unable, because the unidentifiable panic that has frozen their muscles) – Maleficent has to laugh long and proud because yes, there is magic here and other magic users.
But they are weaker than her.
Much weaker.
And once she has a chance to explore she finds that there is a Princess nearby too. Just as fair as her lovely Aurora but with raven hair instead of flaxen (something she finds appealing to her personal aesthetic) - and she is in an enchanted sleep as well.
She bids her time waits for the perfect moment – and it comes. The second the Prince kisses Snow White and she feels the spell break, waking the girl, she steps into the clearing throwing one of her lightning bolt spells directly at his head as he looks up in surprise. There is a moment of stunned inaction from the dwarfs that she ruthlessly exploits, letting her green flames rush over them killing them all in seconds.
When she is pleased that her work is done Maleficent turns around to face the opened glass coffin. Snow White is sitting up and rubbing her eyes looking slightly dazed and later Maleficent will never be entirely sure how much she saw.
It doesn't really matter anyway. The Princess is hers now - it is only fitting. She won this round.
And her lovely lovely princess is bound to her by something so much stronger than magic or physical chains. So used to being dependent that even though a part of her deep down knows that the face that looms over hers as she is pressed into the sheets is the one that brutally murdered her previous caretakers and her "true love" - she won't flee, won't even attempt to run. And where would she run to anyway? She has nowhere to go. No one else to take her.
And because Maleficent was the one to take her (the one that continues to take from her more and more. Please. Please, more.). She will continue to lie down upon black silk, to gasp and arch her back. To plea and beg and grow to be grateful to the other woman for not just leaving her out there in that clearing. Leaving her alone.
She doesn't want to be alone.
Maleficent absentmindedly strokes the dark hair of the girl lying with skin that is almost equally pale to her own pressed up against her side.
"Snow White," she asks and smirks at the way the once supposedly innocent girl shivers and presses into her, at just the way she says her name, "are there more Princesses in this world?"
She watches as those wide eyes study her, quickly registering the meaning behind the simple question (what it will mean for another place, for another girl) before she answers.
"I'd like a sister, Mistress," Snow White says with a spark of darkness.
And Maleficent smiles.
