Chapter 24 - Aurora and Snow White

For quite some time, Aurora had been haunted by dreams of Snow White. The obsession had taken over her life, to the point where she felt as though they had already established a relationship, even though they had never physically met. While some of these dreams involved intimate acts, others were more subtle, allowing them to explore each other's company and engage in various activities together. Aurora recognized that these dreams were just fantasies, crafted by her own imagination, but she had become deeply infatuated nonetheless. Her aunts, who had noticed her heightened spirits and constant singing, decided it was time to reveal a secret that had been kept from her since birth.

As Aurora sat in her room, plucking the petals of a flower and playing a game of "she loves me, she loves me not," her "aunt" Merryweather called her down. Her smile faded as she saw her "aunts" standing in a serious line, looking as if they were about to confront her.

"Briar Rose! Come down here!"

Aurora finished her game and declared, "She loves me!" She then danced down the stairs, only to find her "aunts" waiting for her with solemn expressions.

"What's this about?" Aurora asked cautiously.

"We believe it's time for you to know the truth, Briar Rose," Fauna said. "You've grown into such a mature and beautiful young woman that you deserve to understand your own heritage."

"What's up?" Aurora inquired, looking at each of her "aunts" in turn.

"We're not really your aunts, Rose," Flora explained. "We're actually fairies."

Aurora raised an eyebrow, although she already knew this. She had, in fact, stolen one of their wands to use orgasm spells on herself during moments of intense lust for Snow White.

"And there's more," Fauna said, looking down at her feet. "You have been betrothed since the day you were born."

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise. "Betrothed?"

"To Prince Phillip," Merryweather said.

"But that's impossible!" Aurora exclaimed. "How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be - "

"A princess," Merryweather finished.

"And you are, dear!" Fauna exclaimed.

Aurora felt uneasy. "But why am I wearing these peasant clothes? Why am I living out here in the middle of nowhere?"

The fairies explained that, at her christening, the evil fairy Maleficent had cursed her, stating that she would one day fall into an enchanted sleep from which she would never awaken. Consequently, they had been forced to hide her and make her appear as a simple peasant girl for her own safety.

Aurora's face turned red with frustration. "And you never thought to tell me about any of this?"

"We did it to shield you, sweetheart," Merryweather explained, gripping Aurora's hand but she yanked it away. "But now you know, and you're to wed Prince Phillip."

"No, fuck that," Aurora growled, a tone the fairies had never heard from her before.

"Language!" Fauna exclaimed, taken aback by their delicate rose's coarse words.

"No, this is absolute bullshit!" Aurora sputtered. "I'm not marrying some prince I've never even met. I'm leaving!"

Aurora bolted out the front door and fled into the forest, sobbing uncontrollably. The fairies were left stunned and uncertain about what had just transpired.

One tear at a time streamed down Aurora's rose cheeks as she sat beneath a towering oak tree. She retrieved a wand, stolen from Fauna, from her black bodice and used it to dry her eyes with magic. She couldn't believe it—she was a princess without ever knowing it. She felt cheated and betrayed, and even though she recognized the danger of leaving the house in such a state, she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her supposed aunts who had kept the truth from her all these years.

Suddenly, she thought she heard a choir of little voices in the distance, chanting "Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho." She got up and hid behind a bush, watching seven dwarfs march in a straight line, carrying hatchets and sacks of provisions. The one at the rear was a dimwitted-looking fellow, and there was a big hole in his sack, allowing breadcrumbs to fall onto the ground behind him. Aurora decided to follow the breadcrumbs, hoping they would lead her to their house, which she assumed would be a safer place to spend the night than out in the forest.

When she reached the end of the trail of breadcrumbs, she discovered a cozy little cottage nestled in a small clearing. She figured this must be where they lived, but she thought it prudent to knock just in case one of their dwarf friends had been left behind to watch the house.

She knocked twice with her slender hand, but the person who opened the door was not a dwarf. Before her stood the breathtakingly beautiful girl, Snow White, whose flawless and enchanting beauty left Aurora feeling lightheaded.

"Hi," Snow White said simply.

"Hi," Aurora replied, her mind momentarily blank as she took in Snow White's stunning appearance. "I... I came across your house."

Snow White stepped back and opened the door wider. "Please, come in."

As Aurora stepped forward, she felt as if she was entering one of her dreams. Every muscle in her body began to relax as soon as she crossed the threshold.

Snow White's gaze lingered on Aurora as she asked, "So why are you so deep in the forest?" Her voice was utterly captivating.

"I used to live nearby, but I fled from home," Aurora replied.

"I see," Snow White said, her brows furrowing slightly. An unsettling tension filled the air between them. "Well, since my landlords have gone to the mines, you can stay here until they return."

"Thank you," Aurora said sincerely.

Snow White led her through the tiny house, the tour over almost as soon as it had begun, seeing as everything was miniature. Aurora couldn't help but notice an unusual wooden object in the corner of the bedroom – a spinning wheel with a sharp spindle, three splayed legs, a foot treadle connected to a footman, and a wheel with turned spindles. She reached out to touch it, but Snow White quickly stopped her.

"No, don't touch that!" Snow White warned. "The spindle on that spinning wheel is really sharp."

Aurora withdrew her hand, feeling chastised. They exchanged a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Snow White spoke up.

"I'm Snow White," she said.

"I'm -"

"Aurora, right?" Snow White cut Aurora off.

Aurora stared at Snow White in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.

"This is going to sound crazy," Snow White admitted. "But you've appeared in my dreams for some time now. I thought you were just a figment of my imagination, but here you are, in the flesh."

"That is so freaky," Aurora exclaimed, placing her hand over her mouth.

"I know," Snow White sighed, feeling a bit ridiculous. "You probably have no idea who I am."

"No, I mean, it's freaky because I've been dreaming about you too," Aurora confessed.

"You're kidding!" Snow White exclaimed, clearly shocked.

"It's like we've had some kind of connection through our dreams," Aurora mused thoughtfully.

"Yeah," Snow White murmured, her brow furrowing again. "But how do we know if this isn't just another dream then?"

Without hesitation, Aurora closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss Snow White gently on the lips.

"Did that feel real?" Aurora asked.

"Yes," Snow White breathed out slowly, her hands gripping the back of Aurora's head as they kissed passionately. Their tongues danced together, and they tumbled onto the makeshift dwarf beds.

Things moved quickly after that – they almost stripped each other bare, their desperation to finally experience each other in person was palpable. They caressed each other's breasts as they kissed, Snow White struggling to encompass Aurora's ample bosom, but she still tried. They were perfect, firm and inviting. Snow White's own breasts were smaller but beautifully positioned. Aurora lavished them with tender, lip-brushing kisses.

"Mmmmm," Snow White's voice cracked with the moan, and she felt the sweet engorgement of her labia as her entire body responded to Aurora's touch. She deepened the kisses, sucking hard on Snow White's nipples until her entire body trembled. Aurora's hands roamed down to Snow White's thighs, and she spread them apart, revealing her dripping pussy.

Aurora's fingers parted Snow White's labia, and she began stroking her wet clit. Snow White hummed contentedly, her body already responding to Aurora's touch. Aurora's tongue darted out, flicking at Snow White's clit with quick, firm strokes. With every deep plunge, Snow White's body convulsed, eliciting a guttural moan that reverberated through the air.

Aurora tenderly parted Snow White's labia with her fingers and began to lap up and down like a dog at a bowl of water. Snow White's body convulsed with pleasure, her moans growing louder with each pass of Aurora's tongue. She was on the brink of climax, her whole body tingling.

Then Aurora remembered something. She reached down and pulled out a wand, its tip glowing brightly. "What's that?" Snow White asked, her curiosity piqued.

"It's a magic wand," Aurora explained. "And I know a spell that could make this even better."

Aurora pointed the wand at Snow White's pussy and said, "Vaginae voluptatem." A bright yellow light shone from the tip of the wand, and Snow White felt a pressure building inside her. It was overwhelming, pushing against her folds and making her head spin. She tried to relax, and the sensation became even more intense. Her body moved on its own, thrusting and twisting on the bed as the spell worked its magic.

Aurora watched with a mix of awe and desire, biting her lip as she circled her own clit. They moaned together, their voices blending into a chorus of pleasure.

"Good god," Snow White gasped, her body writhing beneath her. "Oh fuck. Fuuuuck!"

The spell worked like an invisible physical thing, stretching Snow White's walls and creating unexplainable pleasure. She let out a loud squeal, her body convulsing as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Aurora followed closely behind, her own release just moments away.

"Yesyesyes! Fuuuck! Yeeeees!"

Snow White felt her orgasm reaching its peak and her vision turned all blurry. She came in large quantities on the bedsheet and felt the spell slowly slacken off.

She breathed heavily. "I need to remember that spell," she said with a laugh. "You should try this!"

"Oh, I've tried it many times. For now, I just want you," Aurora replied, her eyes blazed with lust.

They switched places. Aurora lay down on her bag, her heart pounding in anticipation and her body trembling with excitement. Snow White took her time to admire Aurora's glistening pussy before she pressed her lips firmly against it and began to lick her with the same skill and passion they had both experienced in their dreams.

"Oh fuck, right there," Aurora moaned instantly as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations. "That feels so fucking good!"

And then Snow White began to delicately but enthusiastically flick her finger in and out of just the entrance to Aurora's vagina, where that sensitive bundle of nerves that sent her over the edge was located. And Snow White's touch did just that. Firmly, she placed her elbows on Aurora's crooked legs to prevent her from closing them, and she rode out the spasm after spasm of Aurora's orgasm with her lips caressing her labia, her tongue toying with her clit, and her finger flexing in the clench of her vagina.

"Oh my god, fuck! Oh my god, yes! Oh my god, fuck!" Aurora's just kept repeating over and over.

What none of them knew, was that very nearby in the forest, an old woman was strolling along, carrying a small picnic bag. Above her flew a raven that kept squawking, "Kraa! Kraa!" as if trying to get her attention.

"Shut up, Diablo!" she snapped in her cracked old voice. "Maleficent said I could bring you along and that you might be useful, but since then, all you've been is a bloody nuisance. It's hard to concentrate on finding Snow White when you're making such a racket all the time!"

The raven moved a few meters ahead and wiggled its head.

"What?" the lady said, exasperated. "Do you hear something or what?"

The raven nodded, and the lady hurriedly followed it. After a few minutes, she too could hear a faint moaning in the distance. As Diablo and his elderly companion got closer, the moaning grew louder, and they could see the dwarfs' small cottage in the clearing. They sneaked up to the open bedroom window and peered inside. Snow White's face was buried between the legs of another blonde beauty with enormous breasts who was screaming, "You suck on that pussy so good. Oh my god, fuck!"

Diablo landed on the old lady's shoulder, and she turned her head to him.

"Isn't that the girl Maleficent has been searching for all these years?" she whispered with a grin spreading across her wrinkled face.

The raven nodded, a little embarrassed, as he was supposed to find her but failed.

The lady chuckled maliciously. "This is too good to be true," she said triumphantly. "This is going to be way easier than I expected. I don't even need this damn disguise."

With a swift flash of light, the old lady transformed into the beautiful Evil Queen and Snow White's stepmother. From her picnic bag, she took out a large, poison-coated dildo. She handed it to Diablo, who held it in his claws.

"Get this to them," the Evil Queen said, her voice dripping with malice. "I'll just sit here and enjoy the show."

Diablo flew off her shoulder, around the house, and pushed the front door open. He placed the dildo in front of the bedroom door and scratched on it with his yellow beak before flying away again.

Inside the room, Aurora was on the brink of orgasm, but she stopped when they heard the sound at the door.

"Are your dwarf friends already home?" Aurora panted.

"They shouldn't be," Snow White replied, but she got up and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw nothing. "Hello?" she called out, but there was no one there. She took a step forward and bumped into the towering dildo, causing it to tip over. She picked it up and brought it back inside.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Aurora exclaimed, her eyes widening as Snow White displayed the dildo. "Is it yours?"

Snow White chuckled, shaking her head. "No, I swear. I have no idea where it came from. It's probably not the dwarfs' either." She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But does it matter?"

Aurora grinned, her curiosity piqued. "No," she replied simply, her gaze locked onto the enormous toy.

Snow White climbed back onto the bed and set the dildo to its highest setting, causing it to vibrate wildly. "Then let's have some fun," she said, her voice thick with desire.

She spat in Aurora's pussy and began to gently rub the dildo on her clit. She released the tension and pushed it inside Aurora's tight hole.

Aurora gripped the bed sheet tightly, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that feels incredible!"

"Oh yes, that looks so good in your tight little pussy," Snow White moaned, drilling Aurora's pussy hard.

Aurora's body convulsed with pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. "Fuck, that feels so good," she cried out, her orgasm drawing closer.

As they continued, the Evil Queen watched from the shadows, her own desires stirring. She couldn't resist reaching down her own panties and touching herself as she peered through the window.

Aurora couldn't get enough, and she began to rub her own clit rapidly while the magically appearing fucktoy pleasured her to the limit.

"Holy shit, yes! Oh, fuck yes! Don't stop!"

She moaned and moaned until she suddenly stopped. Snow White looked up at her, her heart racing with concern.

"Oh my god, Aurora!" she cried out, shaking Aurora's shoulders. "You're not dead, right? I didn't fuck you to death, did I? Answer me!"

Snow White searched for a heartbeat and let out a huge sigh of relief as she heard Aurora's breathing. She was just sleeping. Snow White wasn't sure if fucking her to sleep was better or worse than fucking her to death.

"What the fuck happened?" Snow White said desperately as she heard a voice behind her.

The Evil Queen stepped majestically into the room, her eyes cold and calculating. "You poisoned her," she said, her voice low and menacing.

"Mother?" Snow White said, her heart pounding in her chest.

"That dildo was poisoned, but it wasn't meant for her, dear. It was for you," the Evil Queen said, her smile wicked.

"What? Why do you keep trying to kill me?" Snow White said, her voice trembling with fear.

"Don't bother your sweet little mind with that."

"But if you wanna kill me, then why don't you just do it?"

The Evil Queen stepped close to her step-daughter and looked her in the eyes. "Because I didn't know how gifted you were with that little tongue of yours, so first I'm gonna have some fun with you. Tie her up, Diablo."

The raven found some robe and swiftly tied Snow White's sticky hands together tightly and gave the end of the robe to the Evil Queen so that she could pull her along. Snow White started crying. "It's too tight, it hurts!"

"Oh for fuck sake, gag her too," the Evil Queen ordered, and Diablo once again put a piece of robe around Snow White's head and mouth.

"Now come along," the Evil Queen said, pulling at the robe. Snow White could do nothing but follow her into the darkening forest.

"Diablo! Get the other girl too, Maleficent will be glad to see that her curse worked."

Diablo looked at the Evil Queen as if to ask her if she was kidding.

"Call some of your raven friends to help you, I don't fucking know, just get her to the Forbidden Mountain."

Diablo indignantly flew away, and the Evil Queen dragged Snow White along the forest, which seemed to be getting darker and darker.