Free Snow White and the Evil Queen (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) by Julie Law Page A

woman. A few years
after their wedding night, she became pregnant and nine months later his
daughter was born, beautiful Snow White, the kingdom’s new princess.
    Yet
the White Queen never completely recuperated from labor and became a fragile
thing. She realized she wouldn’t have long to live, but she tried to hold on
for as long as possible, so that she could raise her daughter and teach her all
she needed, but unfortunately it was not to be.
    When
Snow White was eight years old her mother died.
    And
the conspiring nobles had what they believed to be a bright idea.
    They
would unite the Kingdoms into one, and marry the Evil Queen to the White King.
    Initially
they tried to be subtle. Slowly, they planted the idea on the White King’s mind
that he should find another wife, someone who would be a doting mother to the
recently orphaned Snow White.
    At
first the King refused to even consider the notion of a marriage, but as the
months passed he realized Snow White needed more than the meager amount of time
and affection he gave her every day.
    He
loved her, but he couldn’t easily care for her while ruling a kingdom. Her
tutors and maids where there for her, but it was not the same.
    While
they tried to convince the King to marry again, the nobles started paving the
way for the Evil Queen to accept the union. Knowing she was a greedy woman,
they were far more direct, and one of them started whispering at her ear about
the possibility of the two kingdom’s uniting.
    She
heard the noble detail his idea for a marriage between herself and the White
King, before she struck him down with magic for even daring to contemplate her
marrying a member of the family that hounded her for generations. She left the
noble lying bloody and broken in the middle of her throne room as a reminder to
his peers that she ruled their kingdom and her word was law.
    Yet
the idea presented made the Queen’s mind churn, and she couldn’t help but stew
on it.
    For
the first time the nobles started fearing that their plan would never come to
fruition, especially once the White King started searching for a wife amongst
his subject’s daughters. They tried to difficult the king’s search, but their
influence was limited in the matter.
    It
was when they were near desperation that a light appeared at the end of the
tunnel.
    The
Evil Queen contacted one of her nobles. She wanted him to serve as a courier
between herself and the White King.
    The
noble was supposed to take a marriage proposal to the King and await a reply.
    The
conspirators might never have found out about that proposal, except for the
fact that noble was one of their own. He quickly contacted his associates and
they rejoiced, making sure the letter swiftly arrived at the King’s hands.
    When
the White King first read the proposal he was ready to tear it to shreds, but
his advisors stopped him and begged him to think on the matter.
    While
not part of the conspiracy to end the war between the Kingdoms, they realized
peace would be a boon, and acted accordingly.
    The
White King thought about the proposal for a week.
    The
greatest benefit was the possibility of peace between the kingdoms. It was
something he truly desired, but never had thought possible – the war had been
going for a long time and their armies were stalemated, there was no victor in
sight.
    On
the other hand there was a marriage to the Evil Queen, a woman responsible for
the deaths of all of his extended family, someone ruthless and cruel, and
someone he viewed as evil.
    There
were many other things to consider, and he thought about them carefully.
    He
had decided to marry in order to give Snow a new mother, but the Evil Queen was
not the kind of person he wanted as his daughter’s step-mother.
    Then
there would be the reaction his people would have to their new Queen. He wasn’t
innocent enough to believe everyone would accept the union without complaints.
    Finally
he couldn’t help but be repulsed by the tales of the