He looks so much like James, Snow White thinks over and over again, seeing the captain of her guards; yet he would not be alike, because they are the twins. The sleek king’s son has a shepherd boy’s face; the boy she ran in secret from father to exchange a few hurried, stolen from the whole world kisses, which smelled of strawberry juice and fresh hay.
But the king’s son face is cruel.
And yet he looks so much like James. In those moments, when he thinks he is invisible to her eyes. Funny boy. She is free to see anyone and anytime in her mirrors. For David, she looks very often. He looks so much like James, that she needed to look at him. Sometimes she lives his life all the day in her mirrors.
He looks so much like James, that Snow White could not sleep and turning from side to side, cursing the day she agreed to make him the captain of his guard. It may be better for him (and for her) to go his own way.
But how could she resist?
Time conquers her James slowly. Day after day she remembers him the paler and paler, she recovers his shape looking at the copy until she realizes one piercing point that the copy has been a substitute for the original for a long time.
She hates David for this, she hates Regina, then she hates them both at once. He does not dare to be so much like James, this Prince Charming, even if he is a thousand times his twin brother. He does not dare, says Snow White, the Evil Queen, herself; but this damned similarity does not become less because of self-persuasion; no, day after day it becomes tight, like a good wine, and eventually, mercilessly strikes to the head in the end.
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.
I wasn’t ready for this, Snow White thinks, being stunned and hardly awareing of herself; hardly awareing him - still inside her; hardly awareing all around. Somehow, they lie on the floor, uneven breathing each other’s cheeks, it feels a thin frosty drift under the marble slabs and twilight pull together their curtain so slowly, and directly below her half-naked breast The Evil Queen feels how often someone else’s heart beating. Oh, yes, it must be feeding with a very, very hot and red blood…
She rises, leaning her hands on the floor on either side of his shoulders; her fingers shakes, her elbows shakes, everything is still shudders and shrinks inside, when Snow White straightens her back. The grease, the blood, the semen are all mixed up, and in a moment it becomes a strange and an incomprehensible wet between her legs and on his hips.
David holds her knees, looking at her so exhausted and so…
So he should not look. As even James did not look.
She is ashamed she thinks of him just now. She is ashamed she hadn’t think of him until now.
She fumbles the heart in the David’s chest faster than she’ve decided what should happenes.
He winces and grabs her wrist, but the shell has already moved, entrenched in her palm. Every awkward movement can cost his life from this moment.
- Let me go, - she tells him, squeezing her fingers slightly, and David drops his hand.
- Snow, - trying to take a breath, he whispers, - what are you doing?
She smiles. Almost tenderly.
And rips the heart out of his chest.
It is a flame scarlet, without a single marks or cracks. Pure and hot clot blow after blow is metered fleeting time.
- How did you manage to keep it intact?
The Evil Queen breathes nearly to awe.
This is the most beautiful heart of all what she had ever seen.
David grabs her wrist again - and the next moment gasps of pain in his chest.
- Shshsh, - whispers The Evil Queen affectionately, sliding her fingertips from his forehead to collarbone. - And how did you think this is happening?
No, she could not take her eyes off a bunch of bright scarlet flames in a dense shell. Snow White brings it to her lips and breathes barely.
- Don’t worry, - she hexes. - It will be safe. I won’t hurt it, I won’t let anyone hurt it, I swear. It is too good to turn to ashes…
David stares at her. Yes, Charming, this is how the betrayal looks.
- I’m so sorry, - Snow continues to whisper over the heart. - But I want you to be mine only.
Their eyes finally meet, and her voice poured cold.
- And I don’t want you to disturb me.
