This a story I wrote as fan-fiction. Hope you all enjoy!
-Felicity
It was Halloween, The Queen of Hearts hurried around the magnificent manor that she prided herself on. It had taken hours to get the manor decorated just the right way. Deep reds danced on the wall, the dark purple curtains complemented the walls nicely. Each room in the manor was decorated according to her guests taste. As she was adding her finishing touches for this year Villains’ Ball, she was eager for the evening to arrive. She had been nominated by her dear friend Jafar. Memories of last year’s ball brought a rare smile to her lips. As she pulled herself out from her memories, she then noticed them. Tiny muddy paw prints decorated the floor leading up the staircase. She screeched out as she noticed the flaw.
"Cinderella!" she howled, her anger rising.
She tapped her foot impatiently, five minutes had passed. She grabbed her heart shaped crop, a gift that was given to her last year. Crop in hand she headed up the winding staircase.
"Cinderella! Are you deaf or just ignorant?" She yelled up to Cinderella as she continued up the stairs.
She opened Cinderella's door, as she entered she heard the running water of the shower and soft moans coming from the entry of the bathroom. As she opened the door to witness the events unfolding in front of her, she turned a violent shade of red. How many times had Cinderella been in trouble? Had the Queen not been kind enough?
As anger turned to fury she threw open the curtain. Cinderella seemed surprised at the sight of the Queen. She hurried to try to cover herself. She cried out as the Queen ripped the curtain from her arms. She shrieked as the first harsh sting of the crop hit her thigh. Her skin turned bright red from the sting. Tears immediately began to flow.
"Get out now! I am due to have company and that damn Cheshire cat you so begged me to let you keep has left a trail of disgusting muddy paw prints!"
Cinderella tried to escape the Queen's grasp which only angered the Queen even more. The Queen grabbed Cinderella’s arm and threw her on the bed.
"Ass in the air you ungrateful whore. Did I dare say you were allowed to pleasure yourself without my permission? I win you in an auction and this is how you thank me by pleasing yourself without my permission."
Cinderella knew better than to disobey further. Every year the princesses were auctioned off to the villains. It was a grand ceremony that was performed on Hallows Eve. This year she belonged to the Queen. She wasn't any better than her step-mother had been. After several harsh blows the Queen told her she wasn't allowed clothes, she gathered all her clothes from the wardrobe.
"You will be tonight’s entertainment, you want to play with yourself like a whore then you shall be treated like one," she said harshly.
The Queen headed out of the room briskly, her arms heavy with Cinderella's clothes. Rage boiled through the Queen. She had picked Cinderella for her grace; she held her head high for someone who had been through so much. During their year together she planned to mold Cinderella into the wonderful submissive she knew she was capable of becoming. Cinderella's step-mother had failed her.
The Queen had one last errand to complete before she could dress for the evening. She went down to the dungeon to her wonderful pet Mor'du. As she entered the dungeon she saw her sweet pet fast asleep. She went to him and began softly patting him.
As he roused, she whispered softly in his ear, "I have a favor to have you complete for me. One of our dear princesses, Snow White wasn't at the auction. I want her for myself. Chase her; scare her towards the manor this evening."
As if he understood her, Mor'du nuzzled into the Queen's neck. Mor'du would do anything to keep his queen satisfied. She had saved him from becoming human. He longed to be someone's pet and to be taken care. As a human it was irritating how someone always needed him. It was nice to be needed for a change.
The Queen kissed his nose softly before he charged off to find Snow White. He wanted to please the Queen, to be rewarded for not disappointing her.
When the Queen went back inside the manor she did one last sweep to ensure everything was perfect. Temporarily convinced she went into her room to dress for the evening. She went to her wardrobe and pulled a long silky dress out of the closest. It was royal purple; the top part was designed as a corset accentuating her full breasts. The dress flowed to the floor draping her hips. As she pulled the material on, she was surprised how well the gown fit her. She applied her make-up and straightened her hair. Calling one of her guards to her room, he grabbed a paintbrush and began streaking deep streaks of purple through her bright red hair. It flowed into her hair perfectly. She dismissed the guard and headed downstairs to greet her guests.
As she entered the main lobby, Rob Zombie's haunting voice rang through the corridor;
"Dead I am the pool
Spreading from the fool
Weak and want what you need
Nowhere as you bleed."
Rob stopped midsong to kiss the Queen on the cheek. "Thank you for allowing me to play at this event. I have been looking forward to this for a quite a while."
She kissed him back and told him she had other things to tend to before the guests arrived. She went up to Cinderella's room and entered to find a tear stained princess fast asleep. She kicked the bed hard.
"On all fours, our guests will be arriving soon and the entertainment needs to be ready," she said swatting her harshly on her thigh.
As Cinderella took her time getting out of bed, the Queen came down with a hard slap. She kept smacking her ass blow after blow until Cinderella scurried onto all fours waiting for her next command.
"I have something for you my sweet princess," she said softly.
As if on que one of the guards entered and began styling Cinderella's hair pulling it into pig tails resting on her shoulders. The guards painted her tips the same purple as the Queen's. The Queen dismissed the guards. She kneeled down and wrapped a beautiful lavender collar around Cinderella's neck, on it hung a deep red heart engraved Property of The Queen of Hearts. She attached a leash to the collar.
"Behave tonight and you may earn your clothes back. Tonight you'll learn what happens when bad princesses think they are allowed to do whatever they please. After our year together, you'll learn to submit. You'll learn that when I say jump, you say how high. You'll serve my needs and whoever else’s I decide. You will also learn that if you are good, you will earn rewards," she said ever so gently before kissing her softly on the head.
The Queen had a weak spot when it came to Cinderella. She reminded her of herself when she was younger. Jafar had taken her in when she was just a little girl. She remembered arriving in Agrabah on the slave market. She was broken; her former owner had abused her. When arriving in Agrabah she was scared about what was going to happen to her. Jafar was stunning. She fell in lust with him as soon as her eyes landed on his tall slender figure. His brown eyes drew her in. As she looked at Cinderella, she saw the same scared impression she had once had.
She grabbed the leash and guided Cinderella down the stairs. Once down the stairs, she went to the door to begin greeting the evening’s guests. As the guest entered, they gave Cinderella pets and treats. Strangely, Cinderella felt herself become aroused at being seen by all these men and women. As if sensing her arousal she was struck with the crop. The welts had already begun to form from her previous spankings. Was there a good bone inside this evil queen?
****
As he entered the door the mansion, Jafar immediately noticed her. He felt himself harden at the sight of her. Once upon a time she had succumbed to his every desire. He had owned her before she took off and became her own person. She had learned from him, soaking in every lesson. She was a natural submissive so how had she become this evil leader? The gown hugged her in all of the right places, he wanted to have her. He had planned to revisit the past. To invite her back to Agrabah. Together they could rise to power and rule. Maybe that was the problem. Only one could hold all the power.
He went to her, taking her in. Memories flashed through him of their first night together. He had just purchased her, she immediately caught his interest and he knew she was his. He took her home and bathed her. He remembered the tears sliding down her face as he caressed her curves. She looked scared and innocent. He couldn't help but wonder if she was newly submissive.
After he thoroughly bathed her, he picked up her frail body and fed her a full meal. She ate as if she had never had anything to eat in her life. He noticed she loved all the fresh fruit. Melons, limes, grapes, and strawberries were just a few of the things he saw her eat. He cock hardened as he watched her suckle the juice from the melon. He imagined her lips around his thick member, his hands wrapped up in her curly hair forcing himself deeper inside her. It had taken months of repairing her heart before he could tell her that he was a Dom and she was to become his sub. Her voice interrupted his thoughts.
****
"Jafar sweetie? Can I get something to drink?" she asked softly.
She had left Cinderella with Hades and Ursula. Hades immediately wanted her to take them on a tour of the manor. Pulled from his thoughts Jafar saw the Queen standing there beside him.
"I'll have whatever you're having," he said leaning down lightly biting her neck.
"I've missed you Cherry. We can always relive some of our best memories," he said huskily. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist pressing his rising erection into her belly.
She felt his hard member pressing into her, she knew better than to succumb to him. She was here to show him how much she had learned from him. She needed him to be proud of her. How strong she had grown because of him. She soaked in every lesson from him. Every spanking, every rope play, everything. Her body had learned to be ready for his every desire. Wide eyed she was willing to do anything Jafar had asked. Now she was in the position of power. She would never go back to being helpless; surrendering all this power she had gained from him. She smiled sweetly, kissed him on the cheek and strolled off. She felt powerful; she had never walked away from Jafar without permission.
Deciding she needed to be alone for a while to dwell on her thoughts, she left the party and headed to her room. The Queen had barely entered into her room when the tears fell. She longed to be a part of Jafar's life once more but she wasn't sure she could surrender to him again. She had fought so hard to gain power and be strong. She wasn't sure she could go through all of that again. She suddenly felt those familiar hands around her waist. Her body began instantly responding to his touch. She cursed her body for giving in without a fight.
"Cherry, my sweet cherry," he said inhaling her scent.
Placing soft kisses on her neck his hands traveled up her body to the top of her gown. He slowly untied it, watching the material come off with ease. If this was his only night with her he planned to make the most of it. He was determined to get his sweet cherry back.
"Lie back my sweet cherry."
She laid back, her body bare for him, he kissed her inner thigh. Enjoying her response, he kissed up her inner thigh. Stopping just short of her sweet pussy.
"Spread your legs for me, wide."
Her body abandoned her mind, she knew better than to disobey him. He owned her whether or not she was willing to admit it. The sharp sting brought her back to present.
"Count for me. I think we'll start with five."
The tears began to form as he struck her pussy. Jafar knew where to hit her, she was thankful they were behind closed doors. How could she train her sweet princess if Cinderella ever saw her like this?
He used the crop he had given her last year when he hosted the Villains’ Ball. He wanted his ball to be one to remember. It had been more of a Villain's Kinky Ball. He remembered hand making the beautiful crop. He had shaped it in the shape of cherries so every time she used it she would think of him. This crop left a harsher sting than most. He struck her inner thigh first, using the delicate tip to add more of a sting. When he didn't hear her counting he struck again, harder.
"One!" she cried out.
He hit her other thigh with the same amount of force, her arousal was clear.
"Two," she whimpered.
He spread her thighs wider. Every time he got a chance to be with his cherry it was like a kid walking into a candy store. When the crop hit her pussy, he made sure to avoid her clit.
"Three."
Jafar wanted to take her but he wanted to also enjoy tonight. He went ahead and gave her the next two smacks harsher. He went to her cabinet; he was surprised that she still had everything he had ever given her. He pulled out the clamps.
"Brace yourself little one, this might hurt."
He placed the clamps on each nipple, watching her bite her lip turned him on even more. He dove between her lips, slowly licking her sweet pussy. His cherry was always inviting for him. He slowly lapped her juices, his tongue sliding effortlessly inside her. She began bucking her hips against him; he gently thumbed her clit before clamping the clamp on it. She cried out, the mixture of good mixed with the harsh sting of the clamp sent her over the edge.
Jafar got up and undid the front of his robe, his cock already throbbing for her.
"Bend over Cherry."
As she bent over, he came behind her thrusting himself inside her. Jafar began roughly fucking her. He felt complete taking his sweet cherry. Her pussy clenched against him. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Jafar!" she cried out as she grasped the sheets.
Hearing her call out for him sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and slammed himself inside her, filling her.
As he lay holding her, he gently toyed with the curls that had captured him so long ago. He couldn't believe he had let her slip from his grasp. Jafar had given her freedom because she had begged him to set her free. He knew the only way he'd ever truly have her was to set her free. He loved her but never had told her. Would she think him less of a Dom if he admitted he loved her? Lost in thought, he felt her curl into him.
"Jafar, I need to admit something to you. It's not easy but I need you. The manor has been lonely without you. I crave you nightly. I have never moved on from you. You are the only one for me Jafar. You saved me so long ago. I will never be the same unless you are by my side." The tears began flowing as her true feelings came to surface.
It was then he realized that he was no longer her Master but now her Daddy. He had waited so long for her to admit to wanting him to take care of her. He grabbed her pulling closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I love you Cherry. Let Daddy take care of you. I'll run this manor with you by my side."
His words threw her off at first; she had never realized how much of a daddy he really was to her. When she thought back to their time together he had always put her needs first. Even though he took control, he never did anything to harm her. She smiled to herself as she curled into him.
"Yes Daddy," she said softly.
****
Snow White had escaped the auction. She hid away every year, it was stupid to put everyone on display and expect them to be happy about it. She hid deep in the mines with the dwarves. She had offered to help them in exchange for a secure place to hide. She marveled at the beauty of the gems. Each one had its own shape and color; no two gems were the same. She loved sorting the gems and putting them in piles for the dwarves to establish their value.
"I'm off to hunt for lunch," she called out heading into the woods.
Snow White grabbed her bow and arrow before heading out. She was hoping to find a deer to make stew out of. The dwarves had been so kind and took her in each year when she escaped the auction. She thought the villains’ were vile for wanting to do such a thing. It was ridiculous to think she was supposed to serve someone for a year and then switch to another villain. Who did they think she was? Snow Slave not Snow White?
She went to her favorite hiding spot, behind the old oak tree to wait for her meal to come to her. Snow White had learned that it was best to wait instead of hunting her meal down. She began to get tired; she had after all been up since dawn. She suffered from narcolepsy, she would doze off frequently. This had only started after she had been put under a spell so long ago. She was put to sleep to wait on love's true kiss. As if, that was so overrated. How many princesses needed true loves kiss? Why not true loves cock? Now she was cursed to fall asleep whenever her body deemed it so. As her eyelids began to close she berated herself. She was supposed to hunt dinner but her body was losing the fight.
****
Mor'du sniffed into the cool breeze, evening was coming and it always made the forest colder. He wanted to quickly find Snow White and get her back to the manor so he could be praised by the Queen. He caught her scent; her aroma seemed to fill the air. He hungrily began chasing the scent. Eager to find her, it was too easy. She was fast asleep behind the tree. Could it really be this easy? He watched her sleep, looking serene. He felt a stirring deep within, feelings of love filled him. Mor’du never wanted to love again. He had been let down once before and wouldn’t go back to feeling like that. He had the Queen now and didn’t want anyone else. She was going to nurture him as long as he lived. How would he approach Snow White? Just take her and run he supposed. As he reached down to grab her, she remained limp in his arms. He tossed her over his shoulder and began to run back to the manor.
****
The ball was a hit; everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The music blared loudly and the liquor flowed heavily in everyone. The Queen was proud of herself for throwing such a wonderful event. As the evening came to a close all the villains gathered around the meeting table. Each year the guests would talk about their evil doings and awards would be given out. They would also discuss what their plans were with their princesses as well as what events were happening around the various kingdoms.
Hades and Ursula sat down together excited to share the news of Oz. They weren’t sure if the other villains had caught whiff of the terror that Hades and Ursula had placed upon the once magical Oz. Ursula ruled the sea while Hades ruled the underworld. Together, the ocean was theirs. The section of the ocean they owned sat right off the land of Oz. Oz was just a few steps away. At one point, Ursula had signed a treaty with the Wizard and Theodora stating that she would remain undetected as long as they ruled Oz. That was history now. Evanora had cast a spell at the same moment that Ursula had, their spells had fused causing the wickedness over Oz. It was more powerful now that it had two curses infused over it. Shortly after, Ursula hosted a celebration for the sea; celebrating her victory. This was the first night that Hades had claimed her, since then she was never far from his side. As the villains gathered around the table, the meeting came to order.
Jafar headed the meeting with his beautiful Queen by his side. He tapped the table to silence everyone.
“This year has been quite an exciting one. I am pleased to share with you the good news of the Queen and I. Cinderella our dear pet will spend the next year learning how to serve without attitude or question. She will become an excellent submissive. Also, I will be coming out of the shadows and will start to run this manor,” he said. Jafar felt excited as if it were Christmas. He now had the greatest gift of all.
The room immediately became loud, everyone murmuring to themselves. Shocked that the Queen had so easily given up power, what would become of her now that she was taking a back burner on her reign? Jafar grew impatient as the room grew louder; everyone was fighting to be heard. The guards rushed in to get the Queen’s attention there was an urgent matter that needed her; her precious Mor’du has returned.
Mor’du protectively held Snow White by his side; he wanted to ask the Queen’s permission to keep her. He wanted to claim her. The Queen had always understood him since it was the night of the Villains’ ball he knew that someone could cast a spell to help him return to his human form.
As the Queen entered the dungeon she saw Mor’du holding Snow White. She lay fast asleep in his arms. He was protectively holding her around his body. Was he finally ready to become human?
“Mor’du you have done well, I am very proud of you. This sweet princess is my long lost granddaughter. I have longed to meet her and hold her in my arms. I knew you were capable of loving and being loved. You just needed the right princess to come along. If you would like, I will see to it that you are returned to your human form and Snow White will be yours. Is this what you want?”
Mor’du nodded his head eager to take her that very night. He knew Snow White was haunted just as much as he was. He wanted to nurture her and mold her into his submissive. It had been so long since he felt stirrings for someone. The Queen kissed his forehead and left promising to return before the evening was over.
When the Queen sat back down at the meeting table, Ursula was talking about Oz. The Queen struggled to figure out what going on, she was caught in the middle of the conversation. When Ursula saw the Queen she stopped talking.
“I was just explaining to everyone what had happened to Oz. Hades and I didn’t participate in this year’s auction because we plan to have Dorothy. She will return to Oz soon. Evanora and I cast a spell at the same time; this caused a fusion of our spells making it stronger. Oz has been reversed; it is a much darker place. There is no longer happiness around Oz. Now, it is full of darkness. Theodora has amnesia and cannot remember anything. I think Dorothy will start to help her repair her memories but until Dorothy arrives Theodora is hiding in the woods. Once Dorothy returns to try to save Oz, Hades and I plan to meet her in Emerald City and claim her as ours. She is in college now and has grown up quite a bit,” Ursula said quickly, her excitement was evident.
The Queen laughed hard at this, it sounded preposterous as if it were truly possible to take over Oz. “You think this plan of yours will work as effortlessly as you plan without obstacles? How many times have we all made plans just to have them fall through? Are you not at all worried?”
“We know that our plans may fall through but we have thought this out thoroughly. It should work,” Ursula said her impatience becoming clear.
“Best of luck to you guys then. In other news, Mor’du has found Snow White and wishes to claim her for himself. I think this would be perfect. Mor’du has spent a long time suffering over the loss of his beloved. He deserves this. I cannot perform the spell and it would be a great favor if someone could perform this for me,” the Queen said.
The Beast sat there quietly listening, hearing Mor’dus’ story reminded him of his own. He remembered being put under the spell of true love himself. Being forced to find true love or else remain in his beastly form forever. In the end, he and Belle chose to keep him in beast form. It made their bond stronger. Belle had become a well-trained submissive, were it possible to take permanent residence here and allow Belle to train Snow White?
“Queen, if I may speak to you in private for a moment,” he said to her.
The Queen quickly obliged and left the table heading into the study. Once in the study she closed the doors to hear what the Beast had to say.
“Hearing about Mor’du reminds me of my own past. Would it be possible to take permanent residence here and allow Belle to help train Snow White? Also, I can contact the witch who cast the spell upon me and see if she can do the same thing for Mor’du. He would be allowed until the last petal fell to decide he if loved her or not. If he truly loves her, he will permanently become human, if not he will remain a bear.”
The Queen listened intently to this and was overwhelmed with emotion. Having Belle train Snow White would keep her granddaughter close to her side. She wouldn’t be put at risk of losing her. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to have her teach Cinderella a thing a two.
She rose from her chair and wrapped her arms around the Beast. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Thank you, I cannot thank you enough. This means the world to me. I would love for this to happen. I shall tell Mor’du and we will arrange for this later in the week. I want Snow White to become familiar with the manor and to have a chance to explain to her about Mor’du.”
They arranged to meet the next month; this would give the Beast plenty of time to pack their belongings and explain to Belle what would be happening. Also, the Queen would have a chance to meet Snow White and get her comfortable with her new surroundings.
As the ball came to a close, Jafar and the Queen said goodbye to the guests until next year. Once the manor was empty Jafar went with the Queen to the dungeon. Cinderella had been sent to bed for the night without food. She had spit on Hades and told him he could eat her shit. The Queen took note to further investigate the situation later on. Snow White was awake and scared; she had no recollection of how she had gotten there. She was tucked under the bear. She didn’t dare move. Then heard the door open and saw the Queen with Jafar. Jafar scooped her into his arms and took her away. Snow White was told to wait in her room; the Queen would be with her shortly.
In her room the Queen began to slowly undress. The night’s events left her tired and weary. She slipped into a pale lavender night gown; it was short and revealed her pale skin. She pinned her long curls up into a sloppy ponytail and headed into the restroom next door to Snow White’s room. She bent over the tub and turned the hot water on, as it filled the tub she felt like a child. She was eager to bathe Snow White and dress her for bed. She had never been able to conceive children of her own and now that she had the opportunity to take care of two princesses she fully intended to take advantage of it.
She first went into Cinderella’s room sitting next to her on the bed. It was evident she had been crying, the Queen leaned in and undid her ponytails. Then softly began to massage her tense body. She soothed Cinderella’s tears.
“I am sorry that I was neglectful to you on our first night together. I have drawn you a bath and you will have someone to play in your bath with. I owe you an apology; I shouldn’t be so hard on you until you know your expectations. Now hurry along and get into the tub while it’s still hot.” She softly kissed Cinderella on the cheek before exiting the room.
Next, she went into Snow White’s room and saw a scared innocent little girl in a woman’s body. She wrapped her arms around Snow White’s slender body, playing with her short hair.
“I have drawn you a hot bath, tonight enjoy the company of your new sister and tomorrow I will answer any questions you may have. Soon you will have a third sister. I want you to feel welcomed here and to know what is expected of you. Tonight let’s get you cleaned up.” She followed Snow White into the bathroom.
When she entered the bathroom Snow White looked shocked. Did this woman really expect her to play in the tub with another woman like a damn child? She was supposed to be quiet and act like she was young? Snow Slave was indeed right, what was next a spanking? She had heard of relationships like this around the kingdom but never thought she would be involved in one. As appealing as a hot bath sounded she was not about to strip and play in the tub like an infant. Maybe Cinderella had stupid written on her forehead but she sure has hell didn’t. She turned to walk out of the room only to run right into the queen.
“I’m sorry but you are terribly mistaken if you think I am a young child. I know how to wash myself and I certainly don’t play with women.” She tried to shove the Queen out of the way only to be grabbed. She screamed at what happened next. The Queen shoved Snow White’s panties down and spanked her: full-fledged TWHAP!
“I graciously take you in my home. I am willing to provide you with a safe place to stay only to have you act like a spoiled child. You will now take your clothes off and join Cinderella for a bath.”
Snow White hesitantly obliged but mumbled under her breath quickly meeting the Queen’s crop. It was going to be a long stay indeed. What was this crazy woman thinking? She stepped into the tub; the hot water immediately relaxing her tender nerves.
“Hello, you must be Snow White. I’m Cinderella. The Queen will take good care of us; we just have to do what we are told otherwise we get punished. Would you like my rubber ducky?”
Snow White rolled her eyes then looked down; she wasn’t about to be seen looking at Cinderella’s breasts. She was glad the Queen couldn’t tell she was aroused. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian before. She quickly dismissed the thought.
The Queen grabbed a cup and began to pour water over Cinderella’s head, the warm water was welcoming. She then squeezed a few drops of shampoo and worked it into a lather. Once it was thoroughly washed she began gently rinsing her hair careful not to hurt her. She did the same thing to Snow White. Taking a wash cloth from the cabinet she worked on slowly washing Cinderella. The Queen was careful around her delicate flesh, the cloth felt inviting. The Queen was very gentle; she felt great pride in taking care of someone for once. Jafar soon joined them in the bathroom.
“What are my ladies up to in here?” he asked with a warm smile.
“The girls needed a bath before bed and I thought I would be the one to give it them. They have been good girls. Would you like to dry Cinderella off and tuck her into bed?”
He grabbed a towel and invited Cinderella into its warmth. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. Cinderella felt at home, she was getting taken care of for once. Maybe being submissive wasn’t so bad. Jafar finished drying her off then slipped on her panties and a night gown. Once he had her dressed he invited her into his lap so he could brush out her hair.
“Would you like it in a braid tonight?” he asked gently running the brush through her hair.
“Will you leave it down Daddy?” she asked.
He was thrown off by her words at first; it warmed his heart to know she looked him as a daddy already. It was quick but he knew he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He was here to stay. He would gladly take Cinderella as his daughter.
Jafar finished brushing her hair then tucked her into bed. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and then closed door. As he exited the room so did the Queen. She had a glow in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. He knew he’d have to talk to her about getting too attached to Snow White. After all, she wouldn’t belong to them for very long.
Jafar took the Queen into his arms, lovingly kissing her. “Now, I get you all to myself little one.”
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