*** This “let’s see” stretches for an eternity. An exhausting eternity, in which desire has been turned into a lust, that lies at stomach like a heavy and knot bulge and devour all the thoughts. All the aspirations. Even Regina seems blurry behind the suffocating haze of this lust; Snow White looks at her in the mirrors less than at David, much less. She knows by heart all the expressions of his face, all the moles on his body - she exhausts, knowing not his skin by taste, by smell and by touch. It costs nothing to get him to put on his knees, begging her affection. The Evil Queen wants him on his knees and begging her affection on his own will. The Queen has no young maids, only girls or old women. Although sometimes she chooses a juicy damsel to serve in the castle and hides like a cat in ambush, lying in wait the every step in the mirrors. She would kill any who have encroached on her prey, but David is equally cool with each of these all; brunette, blonde, red and brown-haired, thin and curvy - everyone is indifferent to him. Snow White imagines opponents and humiliates and destroys them no more than in thoughts. This reinforces her anger only. She should have called him The Stone Heart instead of Prince Charming. They say he is terrifying with his golden hair and black cloth on a black stallion; Snow White does not feel any fear, only lust recalls with hot wet thrust between his legs whenever the captain of the royal guard is ordered to hear the queen’s orders.

She commands him to burn the village in which Regina was hiding, and hang out the heads of the family, that gave a food and a shelter to exile; blood, it is almost equivalent to replacing everything what she dare to deny - and his anger collapsing like an avalanche. - You’re crazy! - his frozen eyes looks at her, and he hisses through clenched teeth. - Are you ready to exterminate your own citizens because of one stupid girl! I ask you, who will worship you and fulfill your orders, who will cry out: “Long live the Queen!” - when you walk through this country as reaper?! Yes, Snow White thinks, yes; his anger speaks in her with a sweet spasm. The heart in his chest is not a stone, and it feeds by not a cold blue blood. It is red, bright red and hot. Snow White imagines as viscous droplets running down her fingers and licks his lips. The hot red blood has a thick astringent taste of an iron, it tingles her tongue and Snow White scrubs it on the teeth to lose feeling. - He was your brother, - she recalls, - and he is dead because of this little stuff. David pales. Oh, it still can be hurt by this reference; he thinks about his aleady dead twin much more than she, who is associated with James in love and death. - A brother I did not know, - he is not decompress his lips almost, - and I feel sorry for people. - They do not know you, too, - the Evil Queen squints. - I don’t think you have such a pitiful. You like to kill, don’t it? I saw how you do it. You enjoy it. It is impossible to hide from my mirrors, Charming… And they do not lie, her gleaming and smooth as silk mirrors; they always tell her how to get it deeper. David will never hit her; but the air between them increases a wall of transparent ice. - Consciously kill, - he snaps out. - I’m not a butcher. - No, - she says almost gently, running a forefinger above her mouth. - You are a son of a butcher. And who do you think is your adoptive father? He. Is. The. Real. Butcher. An aversion crackes the thick ice from him to her like a black narrow  fissures. - Have no more neither sense nor common sense? - David hisses. - Are you worried for my immortal soul? If I would be in your place, I would worried about my frail body, because I’m starting to doubt that there is at least one order of mine that you performed, Chaaaarming. His nickname is almost drips from her lips like a poison. The metal strikes loudly and grinds on the floor, while it rolls to Snow White’s feet. Her gift and the sign of his military distinction, the heavy silver scapular with minted dragon, for the captain’s first victory for the glory of his queen, the first in a long chain of victories. No one lost battle… - The hell with you and your soul, - he spits, turns and walks away. - My duty is over. For a moment Snow White does not believe her ears. For the the second either. - How. Dare. You? - she hisses, and everything inside trembles with anger - so that’s about chattering teeth. David does not look back; even when the flame is thrown after him, almost breathe in the head with a crash, devouring the air in its path. Maybe he wants to be burned through, but Snow White bethinks quickly; the flame crashes down on the floorand  rumbles with the iron rings, just one swing - and the chains swamps David’s arms and legs. - What are you doing ?! - he barks, trying to unscrew the unit from the unit while the chains drags him to the wall. - It is I who determines when your duty is over, - the perspiration stands at the temples because of efforts. The Evil Queen always knew he is strong like a bear; but even with magical putamen it’s difficult to curb him. - And I say - no! Shackles collapse with a clang  on his wrists and ankles, for a moment she adds a collar for reliability. - So what’s now? - suddenly David throws his resistance and the Evil Queen comes slowly to him, a small step for a small step, until they are face to face. She has to get up on toes to touch his rough chin with tongue, feeling the stubble scratches, that makes the shivers rolled in my throat, and then the fingers can’t be stopped - they pass from the top to the down, from the zipper to the zipper on his quilted jacket, then - from the bottom up, to collect to the armpits his shirt of fine linen. - Whaaaaaaaaat a body, - Snow almost hums, sticks her lips to his neck, collarbone, sniffing the smell from every pore, feels every muscle with her fingers, every inch of skin, and lickes, and kisses from top to bottom, from the pits under the throat to buckle belt. Her own saliva, salty and bitter both, is delicious by taste. Finally. Finally, it can be tasted, and the tasted - a campfire smoke, forests and hunting - hitting the head a hundred times stronger than the anticipation. Snow grabs the belt, then scratches the tab out of the loop, then pulls the strings, pulls his pants out of his hips and exhales admiringly before carefully caresses his penis with tongue, clasps with lips, caresses again to circle around… The chains tinkle above her, and David twitches and groans, stunned by what she does, and Snow White smiles and takes slowly in her mouth - his penis is smooth, and heavy, and tightly covered with delicate skin, and it’s so nice to stroke, to press lightly against the palate, to take even deeper, to scratch a little with teeth. David hisses and twitches again, and she bites her fingers tightly in his hip, holding, continues to caress the entire length from the bridle to the hair in the groin, where the pungent musky smell is so strong, so strong that she has all the stomach is tied in painful node, such a painful, she moans, still stroking tongue along the swollen veins right in the middle, feeling the pulsation of blood flows… No, there is not salty and bitter - between her tongue and the palate is smooth, hard and soft both, like a spoonful of cream, and she pushes up her tongue a little more, presses more closely… - Snow, - she hears. She distracts, raises her head, stares from the bottom up; spots blush on his face blush. - Snow, - he says hoarsely, groping her face clouded with lust look. - Remove the iron. It will be good, I promise. She hesitates for a few moments, and the chains disappear. She is rased up, taken by the dress collar, and she is crowded with her back to the wall. She could barely breathe, while David tugging at the bodice to different sides frantically. The clamps can’t withstand, and some buckles torn out of the velvet dress costs and his fingers just sneak under the lower shirt, cover, stroke and squeeze the nipple; Snow throws back her head, bends forward, and he uses a free hand to lifts up the skirts, he pushes her shaking legs with his knee, he discloses her with his fingers toward his cock, until her lips disclose toward his tongue. She is picked up, she is lifted and stretched, he is inside her with two impatient, hard and almost thrusts, and Snow White feels how membrane covers the head of his cock - and in a moment it breaks. She sobs - and then hears he breathes out one shoked “Oh”. Suddenly, Snow White thinks, licking her lips in an almost ringing, unpredictable silence, that couldn’t be imagined a moment ago, until David freezes, being embarassed and giving her to get used to the sensation; yes, suddenly, that The Evil Queen is still a virgin. She was a virgin until now, it’s more precisely to say. - Go on, - she whispers hoarsely and squeezes his lower ribs with her knees instinctively, cowering inside. She is so excited so she almost isn’t hurt; or rather, still hurt, but the pain is now almost good. From the new careful trust, from the next, more confident - that’s even better, maybe because of David finds his lips to her earlobe and covers slightly, then compresses the teeth still gentle. Snow White closes her eyes, gasping and keeping in mind how he moves in her, from the bottom up, again and again, deeper and stronger each time, until she accepts blindly the sweeping rhythm of his thrusts. What was torn is still ached inside, but the pain adds the pleasure only, and she scratches David’s nape, David’s scruff, letting him know that everything is right, and he is not not even moan - he growls at her ear, and this tingling seems around the whole body, until it becomes unbearable prickly and hot and suffocating wave rolls up to the chest and the head, and there, right there inside, where there is still little aches and where moving, stretching right and left his cock, she feels how a pressure, that lingering and driving her crazy for so long, becomes the shattering convulsions.