Prologue
Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.
At the age of fifteen her father, the King, remarried another woman of uncommon beauty, a woman of high intelligence, a strong sexual appetite, and a deep, dark secret. Poor Snow White was left to roam the massive castle alone and lonely for long periods of time while her father was preoccupied with his new bride.
Then, shortly after Snow White's eighteenth birthday, the kings strained heart gave out and Snow White's life became much worse. The Queen's previous lovers entrenched themselves in the castle, sometimes staying for months at a time. Then others, hearing of the debauchery to be had, began arriving and staying. Kings and Princes, Lords and Dukes, and many widows and mistresses came to enjoy the carnality. The Queen loved it, for she had her pick of lovers and playmates. Her appetites never went unsatisfied.
Chapter 1
The mahogany door opened smoothly and silently despite its weight to allow the Queen to enter the darkened chamber.
"Lights." She ordered with an imperious wave of her hand.
Candles all through the room, hanging from walls, and sitting on tables sparked and then grew in brightness to illuminate the room. The Queens massive bed dominated one wall, but it was the full-length mirror in the corner of the room that drew attention. It showed no reflection now. Instead swirls of black and gray twisted and turned fiercely inside the glass.
The Queen walked slowly until she stood directly in front of the mirror before speaking. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the best fuck of all."
The black and gray swirls twisted even more violently as the shape of a powerfully built man appeared in the mirror. Black eyes stared out of a chiseled face and a deep, husky voice reverberated through the room. "There is no doubt, of that I'm sure, you, my Queen, are more woman than men can endure."
A satisfied smile crossed her face as the queen prepared to step through the mirror and into her inhuman lover's arms.
A hand lifted in the mirror halting her momentum. "A warning I have to give, of
a rival that lives, Snow White will become better than you, unless another land she is sent to."
"What!?" She screamed in outrage. "How can that prissy little bitch best me?" The Queen moved angrily through the mirror slapping away the hand that reached for her. "Not now, Malachi, answer my question how will that prude ever become a better fuck than I am?"
Malachi sighed as he settled into the plush cushions of his bed. He hadn't wanted to tell her, but that damn spell forced him to speak truthfully. At least now with her in his domain he didn't have to speak in that stupid rhyme. "Snow White is a very desired and beautiful woman now. It's only a matter of time before she is caught by one of your rogues and initiated into the erotic arts. When that happens, it has been shown to me that she will embrace the carnal side of her nature and will soon be more desired than you."
"No, I won't allow it. I'll have her killed first."
"My queen," Malachi began while slowly pulling her taut form down to lie next to him. "You know that's to dangerous to your position in this kingdom." Malachi slid his hand up underneath skirts found her clit and preceded to work it with his fingers. "Her death could very well cause a revolt against you. Why not marry her to a prince or a king in a far away kingdom. That way she is removed from your life?"
"I have already tried to marry her off, you dolt. There is no one who is willing to put up with her prudish ways." She huffed in dismay.
"Well then, she'll just have to be taught different ways." He replied with a wicked grin. "I would be most willing to be of assistance in her lesson as well as finding her a husband. For a price."
She stared at him haughtily. "I will not release you from the mirror, Malachi, so do not ask it."
"No, my queen, I have given up on leaving this mirror. But my price is two-fold. For the first part, I want access to any wench that I desire at ALL times."
"Fine, I'll put a spell on the castle, all you need to do is speak the girls name and she'll come right to you. What else?"
"I want Snow White's virginity."
"Done."
"Wonderful." Malachi smiled in delight, before he roughly pushed the Queens thighs apart and latched his mouth onto her delicious cunt.
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Carnal moans and cries of ecstasy surrounded Snow White as she hurried through the castle corridors. She did not walk, but ran, for to be caught now would end in the loss of her virtue. When she reached the big wooden door to her stepmother's rooms she did not stop but used her momentum to force the heavy door open. Once inside she pushed the door closed and leaned against it to catch her breath.
"Snow White," the Queen spoke sharply, "What in the world have you been doing? Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is wild and you're out of breath."
"I'm sorry, stepmother, I was running." Snow White replied in an unrepentant tone.
"Yes, I can see you are. Get yourself over to my mirror and fix your appearance." She ordered.
Snow White did as she was told; it was easier that way. She noted that her cheeks were flushed and while there was nothing she could do about that she could straighten her hair. Her fingers began combing through the waist length black tresses.
"You are of marriageable age now," the Queen began, "so I have called you here to inform you that I will begin looking for a suitable husband."
Snow White continued to comb her hair hoping that her relief would not show on her face. A husband meant that she could leave this sinful place. Never to hear another cry of ecstasy or see naked bodies writhing and thrusting at each other. Never to feel the shuddering tug of longing in her loins, her inner voice whispered.
The Queen was suddenly behind her, smirking, as if she could read Snow White's thoughts. "Of course, before you're married you'll have to be properly trained. So I have engaged seven tutors for you. You'll begin your lessons the day after tomorrow."
Something was happening inside the mirror, something strange that captured her attention so that she barely heard her stepmother's words. It was turning foggy and had dark gray swirls spinning around and around.
"But your first lesson begins now." And with those words the Queen pushed Snow White into the mirror and into the hard, binding arms of the awaiting genie.
"My thanks, my Queen." Malachi said, as he held his prize tightly against his body.
"Just see that you do not fail me in finding her a suitable husband."
"I shall not fail, my Queen." He turned away from the mirror and carried Snow White deeper into the mist. "I have been waiting to have you in my arms for a very long time, sweetling." His thick, husky voice purred in her ear.
Instinct took over as his words broke through her confusion. She struggled in useless earnest, unable to break from his embrace.
"Shh." His voice whispered and his hand caressed her hair. "It will do you no good to struggle. Now be still." The last was said in a hard, unbending voice.
Her body froze as the genie's power overcame her will. His hands speared through her hair, fingering the soft texture before gripping it and tilting her head backwards. The body in front of her stepped back and she was finally able to look her captor in the face. Smooth tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones accentuated amber eyes that seemed to glow with a savage inner fire. His thick tawny-gold hair brushed across the magnificent outlines of his shoulders. The dark purple fabric of his shirt strained against his muscled chest and threatened to burst its seems at any minute. Loose fitting pants the same color, as his shirt did nothing to hide the thick muscles rippling beneath the material as he circled her.
"You may call me Malachi, my pet. And now, I find myself in a quandary. You see being locked in this mirror I have never actually received a present. Oh sure, the Queen sends wenches through the mirror all the time, but they have no true value, not like you." He raised some of her silky black hair and brushed them gently across his cheek. "Now comes the difficult part, do I unwrap my present slowly, or rip everything off at once? What do you think, sweetling."
Snow white found her voice and said in a demanding voice, "I order you to release me this instance or I will scream for the palace guards and have you arrested."
"Malachi threw his head back and laughed. "Oh my pet, you have such spirit. I like that. Your palace guards will not come to your calls, indeed no sound will leave this prison of mine, so you see you have no choice but to surrender to me and stop this foolish talk."
He looked deep into her eyes and she could practically see the sensual promise radiating from him. It seemed to burn through her very essence.
"I grow weary of waiting." He stated and reached for the collar of her dress. With one swift tug her blue silk dress was ripped from collar to hem, hanging from her in tatters.
"Bastard." Snow White cried out.
Anger flickered across Malachi's face and his jaw clenched when he spoke. "That's enough. If you can spew nothing but obscenities then you will be silent." He waved his hand in front of her face and mumbled some incomprehensible words.
This couldn't be happening, thought Snow White, as Malachi pushed her dress off to fall at her feet with a hiss of fabric. First her stepmother pushes her into this damned mirror, then she could not move or speak, and now this barbarian was looking upon her nakedness. She had to get out of here. She had to think of a way.
