"Magenta is an instrument of change and transformation; it helps to release old emotional patterns that prevent personal and spiritual development and aids us in moving forward. Magenta is uplifting to our spirits during times of unhappiness, anger or frustration. Magenta represents universal love at its highest level. It promotes compassion, kindness and cooperation and encourages a sense of self respect and contentment in those who use it. Gentle and caring in its approach, it generates acceptance, tolerance, support and patience. The color magenta is a color of cheerfulness, happiness, contentment and appreciation for what you have acquired and achieved. Most people feel more optimistic when in the company of magenta.
Magenta is the color of the non-conformist, the free spirit. It pushes you to take responsibility for creating your own path in life and increases dream activity while assisting you in turning your ambitions and desires into reality.
From a negative perspective, magenta can promote depression and despair in some, and prevent others from dealing with challenges - it may be just too relaxing for introverts and the chronically depressed."-
Soft snow drifted down all night and was still falling when Snow White woke up in the morning. She looked at the Queen. My wife, she thought. Mine forever.
She slipped out of bed and over to the window. Outside, the snow floated down. There wasn't a breath of wind, not a bird, nothing to disturb the silence. The daylight seemed to hurt her eyes, so she moved to side, where she could still watch the snow fall but not be in the light.
Behind her, the blankets rustled as the queen woke up.
"Good morning, my love," the Queen smirked as she pulled on a purple bathrobe and sauntered over to Snow White.
"Good morning, Step-my Queen," Snow replied. She wasn't sure what exactly to call her new wife.
The Queen sat down and pulled Snow into her lap. "Snow, we're married. Call me Grimhilde."
"Yes, Grimhilde," Snow giggled.
"Don't be fresh," the Queen said sternly.
She wrapped her arms around Snow's thin body and held her tight, with one hand on her back on and the other on her head. Snow sighed happily.
"Isn't the snow beautiful? Do you think maybe later we could take a walk in it?"
"Yes. Later tonight, maybe," the Queen replied. "But first I need to talk to you."
Snow looked up, her eyes wide and scared. "About the curse? My heart? I told you, it's yours. It's yours forever, it beats only-"
The Queen put one finger on Snow's mouth. Snow shut up immediately. The Queen slid her fingers under Snow's chin and tilted her face up .
"No. I told you, I am not going to kill you. "
She slid an arm under Snow's legs and the other around her waist and lifted her up as if she were a China doll. Snow wrapped her arms around the Queen's neck. The Queen carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. She climbed into bed next to her and pulled her close.
Snow stared up at the Queen. "How are you able to pick me up like that? Why are you so strong?"
"Snow, I am a witch. And a vampire. I know you don't remember, but I had to drink your blood and you drank mine on our wedding night before we made love."
Snow bolted upright. "What?"
"I am a witch and a vampire," the Queen repeated. "You knew I needed the maids blood to stay young. What did you think I was doing with it?"
Snow stared at her stepmother. "I-I-the other servants said you bathed in it. I knew about the prophecy, that you needed my heart, but...I didn't..I guess I didn't really understand what you were."
"You gave me your heart," Grimhilde said as she ran her thin white fingers through Snow's dark hair. "Both figuratively and literally. I drank the blood being pumped directly from your heart, and then you drank the blood pumped from mine. The prophecy is fulfilled. I turned you on our wedding night."
Snow's dark eyes widened. "Turned me?" What little color that was left in her face drained away. "Does that mean...I will become a vampire?"
The Queen's eyes were gentler than Snow ever remembered seeing them. The soft violet met hers and the Queen stroked her hair behind her ear.
"You have about three hours left to change your mind, if you would rather die. I will understand if you do not want to be as I am."
Tears welled up in Snow's eyes. The Queen brushed them away. More streamed faster and faster down Snow's face until she was sobbing. The Queen pulled her into her lap and held her tightly as Snow clung to her and wept into her shoulder. Soon the Queen's robe was drenched.
"It's okay, Snow. Calm down. I understand if you'd rather be at rest than like me for eternity."
Snow took a few shuddering breaths to try to calm down. Very faintly, she could feel her stepmother's heart beating through her bathrobe. Her own heart was pounding like a hundred horses stampeding through the streets.
"You have my heart," Snow whispered. "You have had it for so long, I can't even remember. I want to be with you forever, and if I have to be a vampire, then so be it."
The Queen kissed the top of her head, one hand caressing her back and the other stroking her hair. Snow slid on her side, her head resting on her stepmother's chest. She smiled up at her.
"Actually, things make sense now. You don't like the sunlight. Is that what causes your horrible migraines?"
The Queen smirked. "Yes. And to think, if I hadn't had a migraine that day, we probably would not be married today."
Soft pink colored Snow's pale cheeks. "I love you. I have loved you forever."
The Queen tightened her arms around Snow as she snuggled into her goddess. The Queen held her tightly, one arm around her waist and the other protectively on her head.
"You're going to need to be fed every few hours," the Queen mused. "Transforming is going to be painful. Are you sure you want to go through with it?"
Snow looked up, her dark eyes still red and puffy from crying. "Yes. Our vows were until death do us part, right? This way, we will never have to part."
The Queen flipped her onto her back and kissed her fiercely. Her tongue probed into her mouth while her hands frantically untied Snow's bathrobe. Snow gasped as the Queen reached in-between her legs and felt her growing wetness She could not look away from her goddess's purple eyes as she played with her.
The Queen pushed Snow's legs apart and settled between them. Without breaking eye contact, she kissed Snow White's swollen, pulsating clitoris.
"You don't have to," Snow whispered. "It's still early, and I was upset-"
"Hush!" the Queen said sternly. "Any wife of mine gets her clitoris sucked on everyday. More than once on days she gives herself to me for all eternity."
She wrapped her carmine lips around the swollen tissue and began to suck. Snow groaned as her Queen created a vacuum with her mouth around her clitoris. Slowly, the Queen increased the suction. Snow threw her head back and groaned, panting and writhing, her hands grasping the blankets. Grimhilde gently intertwined their fingers while increasing the pressure with her mouth even more. Snow's whole body lifted off the bed as she came.
"I love you," Snow said once she was able to speak again.
The Queen crawled up Snow's body and hovered over her. "And I love you, princess. So, so much."
She rolled off Snow and held her arms out. Snow fell into them, feeling safe and loved. She curled into her Queen's side. The Queen held her tightly, one arm around her waist and the other protectively on her head. She stroked the dark curls as Snow sighed contentedly.
"You must be getting hungry," the Queen mused. "Time for me to feed you."
She untied her bathrobe and lowed a strap on her chemise, exposing her left breast. Snow blushed.
The Queen gently cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "It's all right, Snow." She tucked her hair behind her ear. With one swipe of a razor-sharp fingernail, she created a stream of blood across her nipple
"Drink," she said and gave Snow's head a gentle nudge.
Snow shyly took her Queen's breast into her mouth and began sucking the blood. The Queen closed her eyes and held Snow's head tightly.
Snow released her stepmother's breast after she felt the blood warming in her stomach. She felt very tired, as if she had been up for three days. The Queen looked down at her and dabbed the blood off her mouth. She pushed her back on the bed.
"Rest," she said. "Transforming is not going to be easy."
Transforming "not going to be easy" was a massive understatement. Snow needed to be fed every few hours, like a baby. She latched on to her Queen's breast and bit down hard enough to draw blood. As the Queen's vampire blood flowed into her veins, the venom began to take over her body. She screamed in agony as the vampire blood mixed with hers. Her bones were on fire. Often she threw up. Then she would sleep for several hours in the Queen's arms, before needing to feed on her blood again. She was sicker than she had ever been in her life. The Queen had to take care of her completely.
Snow wasn't ready to hunt on her own, but her body didn't know that. To keep her safe, the Queen cast a spell which bound Snow White to the bed. She couldn't even go over to the window to look at the beautiful landscape.
After a week, the transformation was nearing its end. Snow lay on the bed, pale and emaciated. Her dark eyes shone out of her white face, almost glowing. Her bones jutted out through her skin. She looked dead.
"You're almost there," the Queen said as she wiped Snow's forehead with a cool washcloth. Her touch was gentle and caring, just as she has been for the past weeks Snow vaguely remembered her stepmother caring for her like this when she was very small.
Moonlight streamed into the room, giving Snow White an ethereal glow. Her face glowed like snow, her eyes shining with pain and love. She reached for her Queen's hand and kissed her fingers. She touched the Queen's wedding ring-the one Snow herself had given her-and looked up into her Stepmother's purple eyes.
"I love you," she whispered. "You've had my heart for so long. I think since the day I met you. This pain is worth it to be with you forever."
The Queen pulled the shivering girl into her arms and wrapped her cloak around her. "I love you too, sweet girl."
"'I'm so cold," she murmured. "So cold. I can't get warm."
The Queen put her hand on Snow's forehead. "That is a good sign, actually. Means your transformation is almost complete."
Snow looked up into her stepmother's face. She was beautiful in moonlight. She hadn't been wearing the head covering, and the moon shone on her wavy dark hair. Her eyes glowed purple.
Snow leaned up and kissed her wife's carmine mouth. The Queen's tongue slid inside effortlessly. She gripped Snow's back firmly. Snow screamed.
"Oww! That hurts!" she bellowed.
The Queen stopped and looked down at Snow. Tears streamed down the deathly white face as she winced again into the Queen's chest.
"I'm sorry, Snow. Touch is going to hurt until your transformation is complete."
Snow wiped her tears away. "I still want you to hold me. Will you? Just gently?"
"Of course."
The Queen propped herself up on the pillows and opened her arms. Snow gingerly lay between them, her head on the Queen's breasts. She would have to feed again soon. The Queen wrapped her arms around the shivering girl as lightly as she could.
Snow had lost so much weight while transforming. Her ribs jutted out through her skin, her face gaunt, making her eyes too large. In the pale moonlight, she looked frighteningly sick. Her teeth chattered as she shivered into her stepmother.
The Queen held her as tightly as she dared, so as not to her hurt her. She wrapped her cloak around in in an attempt to get her warmed up.
"I.I..'m so c...c...c..cold," Snow chattered. "I can't get warm."
"It's time to feed you," the Queen said. "That will help."
She shrugged her cloak off and lowered the strap of her chemise. Snow hungrily latched on to the Queen's left breast and sank her teeth in. Blood flowed into her empty stomach. The Queen held her head as she fed. Snow feeding from her breasts was arousing. But Snow was in no condition for sex at the moment.
When she had drank enough, she smiled shyly up at the Queen. "May..may I suck on the other one? Not feed from it, just..."she blushed faintly, unable to finish her thought.
"Of course," the Queen smirked. She lowered her chemise so her other breast was exposed. Snow sucked it gently.
"That's my girl," she said as she tucked a strand of hair behind Snow's ear.
Even the light touch on her head was unbearable. Snow gasped in pain .
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She looked up at the Queen with tears sliding down her face. "I'm sorry. It hurts too much. I can't…." she blushed.
"It's all right, sweetheart," the Queen soothed. "I think tomorrow you will be transformed. Then you will be mine for all eternity."
Snow smiled tremulously. "For all eternity," she repeated.
The next morning Snow woke up feeling better, but strange. She was very cold but not in pain. Just a slight discomfort. Carefully, she stepped out of bed and slowly made her way to the window. She pulled on her bathrobe and looked out at the beautiful landscape.
Two feet of snow blanketed the ground. There were no signs of life anywhere. Not a rabbit or bird footprint. Just pristine snow drifts and snow covering the pine trees. Beyond the trees, Snow knew there was a river. She could faintly hear the water, though she wasn't sure how. The sun shone weakly behind the clouds.
"How are you feeling?" the Queen asked as she sidled up behind her. She carefully wrapped her arms around Snow and pulled her against her. Snow leaned back into her and smiled.
"I feel a lot better. Still freezing but don't hurt as much."
The Queen rubbed her back, gently at first then harder. "That doesn't hurt?"
"No," Snow said as she stretched. "It feels good actually."
The Queen sat down and pulled Snow into her lap. Her long fingers gently opened Snow's robe and rubbed her shoulders. She lightly rubbed circles on her stomach. Snow shivered but didn't wince. She curled up into her stepmother. The Queen rubbed her back.
"I'm still so cold," she said through chattering teeth. "But touch doesn't hurt anymore."
The Queen smiled. "I think you are just about transformed. One or two more feedings ought to do it. I have a surprise for you tonight."
Snow perked up. "You do?"
"Yes. Now let's go back to bed. I want you to rest."
Snow slipped off her stepmother's lap and went back to bed. Even under a mountain of blankets, she couldn't get warm. Her stepmother remained at the table, looking deep in thought.
"Step-Grimhilde?" she asked. "Could-could you get in here with me? I can't get warm."
Grimhilde smirked. "Of course."
She sat down next to Snow, leaned back against the pillows and opened her arms. Snow crawled into her stepmother's arms and wrapped her arms around her waist. The Queen stroked her back.
"Rest, sweetheart," the Queen said as she rubbed circles on Snow's back. "You have a big night tonight."
The Queen took Snow's hand and led her outside as the sun was setting. Snow had never seen such a sunset. The clouds glowed pink and bright purple-pinkish streaks painted the sky. The sun reflected pale pink off the snow.
Snow couldn't walk very fast or very well so the Queen had to help her over the icy landscape and into the woods. The sun was only an bright pink glow on the horizon now. The Queen could see in the dark but Snow couldn't, at least not yet. Snow kept a death grip on the Queen's hand as she led her down a path. A thundering water pounded in her ears. They walked for what felt like miles.
"How much further?" she gasped.
"We're here," her stepmother replied.
An enormous, magnificent waterfall lay before them. The moon shone down, making the water an ethereal, silvery-blue. Snow thought of her waterfall in the woods where she first told the Queen she had her heart. It was puny compared to this one.
"Oh, stepmother," Snow breathed. "This is beautiful. "
The Queen stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her chest. "I thought you would like it. Looks a bit like Silver Falls, doesn't it?"
Snow shook her head. "No. This is much more beautiful."
The Queen sat on a log and pulled Snow into her lap. Snow leaned her head against the queen's chest. The Queen wrapped her cloak around her and held her tightly and stroked her hair as they both gazed at the waterfall. Snow looked up at the Queen's face. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Her dark hair blew in the breeze.
"I love you," Snow whispered. "Thank you for taking such good care of me while I transitioned."
The Queen looked down into Snow's eyes. She saw only love and adoration.
She gently pushed Snow up and lowed her dress. One white breast popped out. Snow looked at the breast glowing white in the moonlight that at her Stepmother's face.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," said the Queen. "One more feeding and you will be transitioned completely."
Snow knelt down and wrapped her lips around the queen's breast. She sucked the nipple until she felt her teeth tingle. She bit down as lightly as she could.
"Harder!" the Queen said. "You need to draw blood."
She pressed Snow's head hard into her breast. Snow bit down harder and tasted blood. The Queen groaned.
Snow drank her Stepmother's blood. Something peculiar began to happen in her body. Even though it was well below zero, she wasn't cold. She could sense everything in the woods slightly. She could hear squirrels heartbeats in the trees. But more than anything, she could feel the love flowing out of her stepmother. Snow looked up into the Queen's eyes and released her breast. Her eyes flashed red for a split second, then returned to their normal color.
"That's my girl," the Queen said. She pulled Snow to her feet and held her tight. In a second they were back in their room.
"How does touch feel?' she asked as her hands stroked Snow's back. "Does it hurt?"
Snow tightened her grip around the Queen's waist and looked up. "No. Keep touching me. Please."
Her stepmother smirked. She picked up her stepdaughter and carried her to the bed. She practically ripped Snow's dress off and kissed her hard . Snow pulled the Queen on top of her and fumbled with the buttons on the back of the Queen's purple gown. The queen wriggled out of her dress and lay naked on top of Snow, who was wearing her chemise.
"Off," the Queen said and pulled the garment over Snow's head in one yank. She ran her fingers along Snow's collarbone. Even though Snow was now transformed, she still was emaciated. Her bones stuck out through pale, translucent skin.
Snow brought the Queen's left hand to her mouth and kissed her fingers. She drew a circle around the Queen's wedding band, which she herself had given her.
"I'm yours forever," Snow whispered. "I will love you forever. You will have my heart until the end of time."
Her stepmother smiled. "My good, sweet girl," she said as she kissed Snow's neck. She reached in between Snow's legs and began to fondle her. Snow wince as the Queen slowly slid her ring finger inside of her.
"Mine forever," the Queen repeated as she gently moved the finger in and out of her trembling stepdaughter. She rubbed her clitoris with her thumb and kissed her on the mouth as Snow bucked up into her as she came.
Snow lay beneath her, panting. The Queen rolled off her. Snow cuddled up to her, still panting. She wrapped her arms around the Queen's waist and smiled up at her. The Queen kissed her forehead and held her tightly.
"Yours forever," Snow said again as she drifted off to sleep. "I love you."