𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

In the dead of night, the castle was shrouded in silence, the only sound coming from the soft burning of the beeswax candles on the silver candelabra. The prince, who had been brought back to his room in a state of despair, stood frozen, clutching his sword and staring blankly at the cold stone wall. His heart was a jumble of emotions, filled with a mix of frustration towards his fate and deep concern for Snow White. At the far end of the corridor, in the lavishly decorated bedroom, the princess was completely naked except for a chain around her neck, lying on the king's lap like a cat. The king's hands roamed freely over her body, exuding a sense of familiarity and intimacy. The queen sat beside them, her eyes fixed greedily on the scene. "...Don't touch there, Mother..." Snow White instinctively tried to close her legs, but a hand adorned with a ruby ring pushed them apart. The queen withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening with translucent fluid: "Your Majesty, look, she's become even more sensitive after being away for so long." She smiled, licking her fingers clean, savoring the taste. The king stretched out his large palm and gently brushed Snow White's bangs aside, his voice low and soothing: "You've been through a lot, Snow White." Snow White's eyes fluttered closed as she rocked back and forth, her breasts swaying as she serviced her father, the queen taking the opportunity to insert her fingers deeper, listening to Snow White's muffled moans. She whispered, "I knew from the way you used to sneak glances at me and your father all those years ago..." "You're a natural-born little slut," the queen's voice was low and seductive, filled with a sense of possession and affection towards Snow White. Snow White's body had completely surrendered to the two of them, her moans and gasps filling the entire bedroom.