<strong>The Wicked Queen-In the Prince's form <br/><br/>Snow White's castle<br/><br/>Tagging-Snow White</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/tumblr_ltwsffW1BX1qd9idgo1_500-1.jpg)</div>“I’m glad that your back my love I’ve had the most uneasy feeling since you left as if something…evil was drawing near.”  Snow White confides to the Queen.<br/><br/><em>"Interesting, perhaps Snow White has a little of the craft herself." The wicked Queen muses. "That would also explain how she gets feathered and furred vermin to do her bidding."</em><br/><br/>"Really?" The Queen answers aloud. "What is there to fear inside these stout walls my love?"<br/><br/>The Queen notes the pretty blush to Snow White's cheeks. The ruby glow spreads to those magnificent uplifted mounds as well. The desire to see how much of Snow White's alabaster skin that blush can extend to delights the Queen. She takes the Princess's offered hand and tugs the darkhaired beauty into her arms once more. She crushes her manly mouth to Snow's scarlet lips and kisses her hard, her mouth opening so that her tongue can delve into the Princess's mouth. As she kisses the Princess her fingers pluck at the stays of Snow White's dress.<br/><br/><em>"Ha, an advantage I have that I doubt her precious Prince can match." The Queen gloats to herself. "A dress's stays are little hindrance to a woman, but a man fumbles and curses at them like a simpleton."</em>