The Queen's chamber was a decadent display of velvet and gold, the very air suffused with the sweet, heady scent of exotic perfumes. It was a place of power and beauty, a stark contrast to the stark simplicity of the life Android 18 had once known. She stood before the throne, her posture rigid, her eyes focused on the Queen's gleaming smile.
"My dearest 18," the Queen purred, her voice a siren's call wrapped in velvet. "You have served me so well in matters of... discretion. I have a new task for you, one that requires your usual finesse and skill."
18 felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. She had always been the Queen's enforcer, her sword in the shadows. But this... this was different. "Your majesty, whatever you ask, I will do." She kept her tone respectful, her words measured.
The Queen leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I know you will, my sweet. But let us not be hasty. Tell me, what do you think of my stepdaughter, Snow White? Such a... delicate little thing, isn't she?"
18 swallowed hard, trying to keep her thoughts in check. "She is... indeed quite lovely, Your Highness."
The Queen's smile grew wider. "Lovely, yes. But she is also a thorn in my side. A thorn that needs to be plucked, wouldn't you say?"
18 felt the weight of the Queen's gaze on her, the unspoken command heavy in the air. She knew what was coming, but she had to play along. "If it is your wish, I will carry out the task."
"Good girl." The Queen's hand reached out, stroking 18's cheek with a gentle, almost motherly touch. "But let us not make it so simple. I want you to get to know her first. To understand the... charm she holds over the people. Then, when the time is right, you will take care of her."
"Understood, Your Highness." 18 kept her voice steady, her mind racing. This was a test, she was sure of it. But what should she do? Her loyalty lay with the Queen, but her heart whispered of the innocence she had seen in Snow White's eyes.
The Queen leaned closer, her breath warm on 18's neck. "And remember," she whispered, "the deeper you go, the sweeter the reward." Her fingers trailed down to 18's waist, the touch lingering. "I expect nothing less than perfection."
18 nodded, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. As she left the chamber, the Queen's flirtatious laughter echoed behind her. She knew what the Queen was after. It was all a game to her, a dance of power and seduction. But what the Queen didn't know was that 18 had a mind of her own, and she was already planning her next move.
The walk back to her house was a blur of thoughts. Should she go through with it? Could she really bring herself to harm someone as pure as Snow White? The question gnawed at her, a persistent whisper in the back of her mind. She knew that the Queen would not take kindly to disobedience, but the thought of killing someone so innocent made her stomach churn.
As she approached the door, she took a deep breath to steady herself, but instead, she felt a peculiar tickle in her nose. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind her. Suddenly, a puff of magical smoke wafted from the hearth, swirling around her in a playful dance. She coughed, trying to wave it away, but it only grew stronger.
The smoke coiled around her, wrapping her in its sweet embrace. It tickled her nose again, and she felt a strange sensation, a buzzing in her head. Her eyes watered, and she stumbled backward. Before she could react, the smoke shot up her nose, and she felt a sudden jolt of energy, like a thousand tiny electric currents running through her body. Her spine went rigid, and she found herself standing at attention, her eyes wide with shock.
The world around her started to spin, faster and faster, until she was caught in a miniature tornado of her own making. She spun around the room, her clothes fluttering around her, bouncing off the walls like a pinball. The furniture grew blurry as she whipped through the air, her hair flying out behind her like a golden comet's tail. The pressure built in her chest, a mix of excitement and terror, as the room became a whirlwind of color and motion.
Her thoughts grew jumbled, the Queen's words intertwining with the memories of Snow White's sweet smile. The tornado grew smaller, more controlled, and she felt a strange exhilaration take hold. The smoke had done something to her, something she didn't quite understand, but she knew it was changing her. Her mind was racing with possibilities, each one more thrilling and dangerous than the last.
As the spinning slowed and she gently touched down, 18 took a moment to catch her breath. She felt different, lighter, as if she had been released from a heavy burden. The room had returned to normal, but she knew she wasn't the same. The magic of the smoke had brought clarity to her thoughts, and she had made her decision. She would not be the Queen's pawn, nor would she take the life of the innocent.
Looking in the mirror, she gasped as her reflection showed a new her. Her hips had swelled into a sensual curve, her ass taking on a heart-shaped that would make any artist drop their brush. Her breasts had bloomed into full D-cups, a soft invitation that seemed to defy gravity. And there, atop her head, two delicate fox ears perked up, twitching with curiosity, and above her ass, a fluffy tail swayed, matching the color of her hair with white tips that playfully brushed against the floor.
The changes weren't just physical. A fierce hunger for love and lust had taken root in her soul, an unquenchable thirst that only one person could satisfy. "The only one I want," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "is the cute little princess." The very thought of Snow White sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to find her, to claim her, to breed with her until their love filled the very air.
The Queen had no idea what she had unleashed. 18's mind buzzed with the excitement of rebellion, the thrill of pursuing her own desires. She had been a warrior, a servant, but now she was something more, something wild and untamed. The urges within her were intense, primal, and she knew that she would stop at nothing to claim the one she desired.
"I will not be your weapon," she whispered to the room, her voice now a seductive purr. "I will be her savior, her lover, her everything." The words were a declaration of war against the Queen's twisted games, a promise to herself and to the princess she had never met but already loved.
Her new body hummed with energy, her fox tail twitching with excitement as she plotted her next move. She would seek out Snow White, not to harm her, but to show her a love that the Queen could never understand. A love that was pure and fierce, a love that would burn away the shackles of duty and expectation.
The Queen had wanted a pawn, but instead, she had created a force of nature. And now, that force was coming for her precious stepdaughter, not to pluck the rose of her life, but to plant a seed of passion in her garden of innocence.
18 packed quickly, her nimble new fingers dancing over the fabric of her clothes as she stuffed them into a bag. The Queen had given her an order, but she had received a different command from the depths of her soul. The need to find Snow White was a siren's call she couldn't ignore. She had to tell her the truth, had to make her understand that she was the one she was meant to be with.
"Snow White," she murmured to herself, the name a sweet incantation on her lips. "You don't know me yet, but you will."
The door to the cottage creaked open, and she slipped out into the cool night air. The stars above twinkled like the Queen's eyes, but they couldn't compare to the sparkle she knew she would find in Snow's gaze. The world was a canvas of shadows, but she had the eyes of a fox now, piercing the dark to find her way. Her tail swished behind her as she moved, a silent guide pointing her toward destiny.
The old woman with the gray hair, gray fox ears, and gray tail watched from the shadows of the roof. She had seen the Queen's plot unfold from afar, a silent guardian to the girl she had once held in her arms. Her heart had ached when she heard of the Queen's intentions, and so she had acted, bestowing upon 18 the gift of transformation, the power to protect what she could not claim.
"You see, my dear," she murmured to the night, "I know what it is to love in secret. To yearn for something that is forbidden. But with great power comes great responsibility, and you must be careful." She chuckled, her voice low and raspy with the wisdom of the centuries. "But I have faith in you, 18. Your heart is true, and your spirit, now wild as the fox, will not be tamed."
The woman watched as 18 made her way through the town, her new form a secret whisper between the buildings. The fox-girl's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of danger, her tail swishing with the excitement of the chase. She knew that 18 would find Snow White, that she would save her from the Queen's clutches. But she also knew that the journey ahead would not be easy.
18 had been given the ability to impregnate any woman she chose, to spread the line of the fox-people, a gift that the old woman had given with a smirk. "Use it wisely," she had said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But do not let it consume you."
Now, as 18 slipped into the quiet marketplace, her thoughts were focused on the task at hand. She had to be careful, to not let her new instincts overwhelm her. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, and she couldn't help but lick her lips. She had never felt such hunger, such a primal need for sustenance. She ducked into an alleyway, her eyes glowing with a predatory light.
The baker, a plump woman with a kind smile, looked up from her wares. "Ah, my dear," she said, mistaking 18 for a lost child. "What are you doing out so late?"
18's heart raced as she felt the woman's gaze lingering on her tail. "I... I need food," she stuttered, trying to keep her voice low and even. "For my... sister."
The baker's expression softened. "Of course, sweetie. Take what you need." She handed over a loaf of bread, her eyes never leaving 18's. "But be careful," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The Queen's guards are everywhere."
18 took the bread, her cheeks burning with a blush that was half embarrassment, half arousal. She knew she had to keep moving, to find a safe place for her and Snow. But the way the baker's eyes had lingered on her tail, the way her breath had hitched... it was too tempting. She forced herself to turn away, the warmth of the loaf a stark contrast to the cool night air.
As she moved through the shadows, her thoughts grew more insistent. The need to find Snow White was a physical ache, a pulse that grew stronger with every beat of her heart. She had to be close, she could feel it. The old woman's magic thrummed through her veins, guiding her like a compass to true north.
Her nose twitched as she picked up a faint scent, one that sent a shiver down her spine. It was Snow White, she knew it. The scent of apples and cinnamon, sweet and pure. She followed it, her steps quickening, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the eyes of the townspeople on her, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered but finding her.
The market gave way to a narrow alley, and at the end of it, she saw a flicker of light. A door was ajar, and she could see movement within. 18's heart raced as she approached, her tail quivering with anticipation. She had to be careful, she reminded herself, but the need was too strong.
With a deep breath, she stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. There she was, the girl of her dreams, the one whose life she had sworn to protect. Snow White was as beautiful as the Queen had said, but her beauty was not the only thing that drew 18 to her. It was the kindness in her eyes, the warmth of her spirit that called out to the fox within.
For a moment, 18 simply watched her, taking in the sight of her delicate features, her soft skin, the way the candlelight kissed her cheeks and made her eyes sparkle like sapphires. "Snow White," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to echo through the tiny room.
Snow jumped, a squeak escaping her as she whipped around to face the intruder. Her eyes widened when she saw 18, the former assassin now transformed into a creature of unearthly beauty. "Who... what are you?" she stuttered, her hand flying to her mouth.
18 took a step forward, her tail swaying gently behind her. "I am... I was sent to protect you, Snow. The Queen... she's not who you think she is." She paused, the words sticking in her throat as she fought the urge to sweep the girl into her arms and claim her right then and there.
"Protect me?" Snow's voice was filled with confusion and fear, but there was also a glimmer of hope. "But why? What do you mean?"
"The Queen," 18 began, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness, "has ordered me to kill you." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she had to be honest with the girl she now craved more than anything. "But I won't do it. I can't. You're too pure, too... perfect."
Snow's eyes searched 18's, looking for any hint of deceit. But all she found was truth, a raw, unfiltered desire that mirrored her own growing curiosity. "Why are you telling me this?" she whispered.
"Because," 18 took another step closer, her heart racing in her chest, "I've been given a choice. I can either be her weapon or your guardian. And I choose you."
Snow took a step back, her eyes wide. "What... what do you mean?"
"I mean," 18 took a deep breath, her gaze never leaving Snow's, "that I want to be with you. To love you, to cherish you, to breed you." The words slipped out before she could stop them, a declaration that hung heavy in the air between them.
Snow blinked, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "Breed me?" she repeated, the concept foreign and yet strangely tantalizing. "What does that mean?"
18's eyes dropped to Snow's lips, her own parting slightly as she imagined the taste of them. "It means," she murmured, "that I want to make you mine. In every way possible."
The room grew quiet, the only sound the steady beat of their hearts. The tension was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their desire.
"But I don't even know you," Snow said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then let me show you," 18 stepped closer still, reaching out to trace the line of Snow's jaw with a gentle touch. "Let me show you the love that burns within me."
Snow's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the warmth of 18's hand. "I... I don't know if I can trust you," she said, but her voice betrayed her, filled with the same yearning that 18 felt.
18 leaned in, her nose brushing against Snow's cheek. "You can," she whispered, her breath hot against the girl's skin. "You have to. I'll never hurt you. I promise."
Their eyes met again, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them. It was a silent agreement, a pact sealed in the depths of their souls. 18's hand slid around the back of Snow's neck, and she pulled the girl closer, their lips a mere inch apart.
"Tell me you feel it," 18 murmured, her voice a plea. "Tell me you want me too."
Snow's eyes searched hers, the fear slowly giving way to something else. Something warm, something powerful. "I do," she breathed, her voice trembling. "I don't know why, but I do."
And with that, 18 claimed her, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. It was a kiss that spoke of love and protection, of yearning and need. Snow's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist. Instead, she melted into 18's embrace, her own arms snaking around the other woman's neck as she returned the kiss with a passion that seemed to come from some deep, hidden part of her soul.
18's body was a symphony of sensations, her skin hot and smooth, her breasts pressing against Snow's own, her fox tail brushing against her legs like a warm, silky caress. Snow felt something stirring within her, a warmth that spread from her core to her fingertips, a need that she had never felt before. 18's kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and she found herself responding in kind, her tongue dancing with the other woman's, exploring the depths of her mouth.
Breaking away for a moment, 18 panted, her eyes filled with desire. "You feel it, don't you?" she murmured, her voice husky. "The pull, the need to be one."
Snow nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," she whispered, "but... we can't. Not here, not now."
18's gaze searched the room, desperation clear in her eyes. "But I need you," she growled, her hands sliding down to cup Snow's ass. "I need to breed you."
The urgency in 18's voice was impossible to ignore. Snow felt her resolve crumbling, the need to be claimed by this powerful creature overwhelming her. "Here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
18 nodded, her eyes dark with passion. "Anywhere," she said. "Everywhere."
With a groan, she pushed Snow up against the closed door, her body pinning the younger woman's to the wood. The pressure was exquisite, the promise of what was to come making Snow's legs tremble. 18's hands roamed over her, her hips grinding against the other woman's, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
"I need you," 18 murmured, her voice a heated whisper in Snow's ear. "I need to feel you, to taste you, to fill you."
Snow gasped as 18's hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding the dampness that had pooled there. "18," she moaned, arching her back.
The fox-woman's eyes flashed with hunger as she began to rub, her thumb brushing over Snow's clit. "You're so wet for me," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So ready to take my cum."
The words sent a shiver down Snow's spine, and she knew that she wanted it, wanted 18 to fill her up with the heat of her love. "Please," she begged, her hips rocking against the other woman's hand.
18's smile was wicked as she kissed Snow again, their tongues tangling as her fingers worked their magic. "Soon," she promised, her other hand unlacing Snow's bodice with deft skill.
The fabric fell away, revealing the soft, pale skin of her breasts. 18 took one in her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak, sending bolts of pleasure through Snow's body. "Oh," she moaned, her hands tangling in 18's hair.
The room was a blur of sensation, of heat and need. 18's hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, claiming. And through it all, the beat of their hearts seemed to echo the rhythm of their passion.
Finally, 18 pulled back, her eyes searching the room. "We need a bed," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Somewhere soft, somewhere we can be lost in each other."
Their gazes met, and in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their need for one another a living, breathing entity that demanded to be sated.
Snow nodded, her eyes never leaving 18's. "Take me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Take me anywhere, as long as it's with you."
18's eyes lit up at the words, and she scooped Snow into her arms, the girl's legs wrapping around her waist. She carried her out of the alley and into the night, the cold air a stark contrast to the heat that burned between them. They found refuge in a deserted barn, the scent of hay and animals a comforting backdrop to their passion. Gently, 18 laid Snow down on a makeshift bed of hay, her eyes devouring every inch of her body.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she began to undress the girl. The fabric of her dress fell away, revealing the perfection that lay beneath. Snow's skin was like marble, her breasts small and pert, the nipples a rosy pink. She watched as 18's eyes took in every detail, a soft growl of desire escaping her lips.
Snow watched with wide eyes as 18 began to strip herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her vest fell away, revealing the tight, toned abs beneath, and her shirt followed, leaving her breasts bare. They were full and round, they bounce when they are freed, with dark pink nipples that stood at attention.
"They're so big," Snow said, unable to tear her gaze away.
18 chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Snow's insides melt. "They're perfect for you," she said, leaning down to kiss her again. "Now watch and learn."
With a flick of her wrist, 18's skirt was undone, the fabric pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of it, her panties following, and Snow gasped at the sight of her pussy, so wet and swollen with desire. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and the sight of it made her own sex ache with need.
"You like princess?" 18 said, her voice a seductive purr.
Once she was naked, 18 leaned over her, her breasts brushing against Snow's. "You're so beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "And all mine."
Snow's cheeks flushed with pleasure at the words, her body responding with a need that was almost painful. 18's hand slid down her stomach, her thumb circling the young woman's clit with expert precision. "Oh," she gasped, her hips bucking.
"Yes," 18 murmured, her voice a warm caress in the cool night air. "Let me make you feel good."
Her fingers slid into Snow, the sensation foreign and yet incredible. Snow's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt 18's thumb press against her clit, the pleasure building with every stroke. "18," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
The fox-woman leaned down, her teeth grazing Snow's ear. "Tell me you want me to breed you," she whispered, her voice a siren's song that Snow couldn't resist.
"Yes," Snow whimpered, her body trembling. "I want it. I need it."
18's smile was filled with victory as she positioned herself, her pussy hovering over Snow's mouth. "Then taste me," she ordered, her voice commanding.
Snow obeyed without thought, her tongue flicking out to trace the folds of 18's sex. The taste was sweet and musky, a flavor she had never encountered before. She felt the other woman's muscles tighten as she licked, and she knew she was doing it right.
18's breath hitched as she felt the first waves of pleasure crash over her. "That's it," she said, her voice strained. "Just like that."
Her own hands never stopped their ministrations, her fingers curling inside Snow as she brought her closer to the edge. The girl's whimpers grew louder, her body arching up to meet 18's touch, her mouth open and eager for more.
"Fuck," Snow gasped around 18's thumb, her tongue flicking out to lick the digits that played her body like a fine instrument. "I'm going to... I'm..."
"Cum for me, princess," 18 whispered, her own voice strained with the effort of holding back her own release. "Let it all go."
And with that, Snow shattered, her first orgasm ripping through her like a storm. 18 felt the contractions around her fingers, the sweet, slick warmth of the girl's cum coating her hand. She watched with rapt attention as Snow's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing with the power of it.
When the last tremor passed, 18 leaned down and kissed her, hard and deep, sharing her own passion as she felt the aftershocks of her lover's climax. "You taste so good," she murmured, her voice a low growl of satisfaction.
"Mm," Snow agreed, her voice breathless. "So do you."
18 pulled her hand away, her eyes never leaving Snow's as she brought her glistening fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean. "Now," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "it's my turn."
Without waiting for an answer, 18 straddled Snow, her own slick sex pressing down onto the girl's mouth again. She watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as Snow's eyes widened in surprise, before she closed her mouth around her, her tongue delving into the warm, wet heat.
"Yes," 18 hissed, her hips rolling as she felt the girl's inexperienced but eager mouth working her clit. "Just like that."
Snow's eyes remained on hers, a question in their depths. 18 smirked, she whispers down her princess. "Keep going," she urged. "Make me cum in your mouth."
The girl obeyed, her tongue flicking faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. 18's breath grew ragged, her body tensing as she approached her peak. "I'm going to cum," she warned, her voice thick with need.
And then she did, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She felt the warmth flood into Snow's mouth, the girl's throat working as she swallowed, her own eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her hips bucking as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
When it was over, 18 collapsed onto the hay, panting heavily. "That," she managed to say, "was incredible."
Snow's cheeks were flushed, her own desire still a living, breathing thing between them. "It was," she said, her voice a soft, contented murmur. "But what about this?"
Her hand slid between her own legs, her fingers finding her own clit. "I want more," she whispered, her eyes dark with lust.
18's smile was wolfish as she sat up, her eyes never leaving Snow's. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" she said, her voice teasing. "But I can give you more."
Without another word, she pushed the girl's hand aside and lowered herself down, her pussy pressing against Snow's. She began to grind, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had the younger woman's eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh," she breathed, her voice a desperate moan.
"Yes," 18 murmured, her own breathing rapid. "Feel how much I want you."
Their juices mingled, creating a delicious friction that had them both panting and moaning. 18's orgasm was building again, coiling in her belly like a living thing. She reached down and began to rub her own clit, her eyes locked on Snow's.
"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice a command that Snow couldn't ignore. "I want to feel you again."
And with that, 18 began to move faster, her hips slapping against Snow's with a wet, sultry sound that echoed through the barn. "Harder," she panted, her eyes never leaving the princess's. "I want to feel you."
Snow's body responded instinctively, her own hips rising to meet 18's with every thrust. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "More."
18 chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "So eager," she murmured, her voice a warm caress. "But I can give you more, my love."
With that, she slammed their pussies together, the clear fluid of her arousal mixing with Snow's, creating a slick symphony of desire. "Take it," she ordered, her voice a snarl. "Take it all."
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the friction building until it was almost unbearable. 18 felt the tension in her core coil tighter, her muscles clenching around the emptiness inside her. "Cum for me," she whispered, her breath hot against Snow's ear. "Let me fill you."
Snow's eyes rolled back, her body shaking with the force of her climax. "18," she screamed, her voice hoarse. "I'm... I'm cumming!"
And in that moment, 18 felt her own orgasm crash over her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her magical clear cum flowed into Snow's pussy, deep into her womb. She felt the girl's body shake around her, the warmth of her climax a sweet embrace.
As the last tremor passed, 18 leaned down, her forehead resting against Snow's. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice filled with possessiveness. "Forever."
Snow's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I know," she said, her voice filled with contentment. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
The two women lay there for a moment, their bodies tangled together, the air heavy with the scent of their love. 18 kissed her gently, her tongue tracing the curve of Snow's lips. "You're so beautiful," she whispered. "Inside and out."
Snow's cheeks flushed at the compliment. "So are you," she said, her voice barely above a murmur. "Thank you for this."
18 chuckled again, the sound a soft rumble in her chest. "There's no need to thank me," she said. "This is just the beginning."
Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as they both felt the need for more, for the ultimate connection that only two souls in love could share. And as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words, the seeds of a new life began to take root within Snow, a secret that only the two of them shared.
For in that moment, as 18's clear cum filled her, she had not only claimed her body but also her heart. And the love that grew between them was a magic more powerful than any spell or curse that could ever be cast.
"Fuck, baby," 18 groaned, her hips still moving, the aftershocks of her climax pulsing through her body. "That was... incredible."
Snow whimpered, her own need not yet sated. "More," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.
18 chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down the princess' spine. "Always more with you," she murmured, her hand sliding down to caress the girl's ass. "But I have a little surprise."
With surprising strength, she flipped Snow over, her own juices making the girl's skin slick. The princess gasped as she felt the fox-woman's pussy press against her asshole, the sensation both strange and exhilarating.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
"Trust me," 18 said, her voice a gentle command. "Just... relax."
And with that, she began to rub her pussy against Snow's tight entrance, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. The sound of their bodies slapping together was obscene in the quiet of the night, a symphony of desire that had the barn's walls echoing with their passion.
"Oh," Snow gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. "Oh, 18..."
"Does it feel good?" the android asked, her voice a purr.
"Y-yes," Snow stuttered, her body responding to the new sensation with a fervor that surprised even her. "So good..."
18 leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the girl's ear. "Now, let me make it feel even better."
Her hips began to move in earnest, her pussy sliding over Snow's asshole, the friction driving them both wild. "Cum for me," she ordered, her voice a snarl of need. "I want to feel you shake around me."
Snow's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the orgasm build once more. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. "I... I can't," she gasped. "It's too much..."
"You can," 18 said, her voice a fierce growl. "You will."
Her hand slid down to Snow's clit, her thumb pressing down with just the right amount of force. And then it was there, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, her body shaking with the power of it.
As she came, 18's cum flowed into her, filling her up, the warmth spreading through her like molten lava. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that was almost too much to handle.
But she didn't stop, her hips moving faster, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together a testament to their passion. "Fuck," she groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, yes..."
And then she felt it, the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Her fourth orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, her body convulsing with pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Her cum shot up into Snow's ass, the heat of it making the girl scream with ecstasy.
As they both lay there, panting and trembling, 18 whispered into the princess' ear. "You're mine," she said, her voice filled with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying. "Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to fuck."
Snow's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting 18's. "And you're mine," she whispered back, her voice filled with love. "Always and forever."
The blonde goddess chuckled, a sound that sent waves of pleasure through the princess's body. "Always and forever," she agreed, before leaning down to claim her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle.