Em & HR's Wicked Fairytales - Vol I: Snow, not so pure, White

Snow, not so pure, White

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The Wicked Queen was enjoying her afternoons as she generally did, indulging herself in whatever lit her fancy that day. She had rid herself of that little virgin bitch Snow White. If she had her way, she would have been rid of the little nuisance. Instead, the best she had accomplished was having her banished, her husband the King seemed to have some affection for his goody two shoes daughter.

She took a bite of the delicious apple, as her other hand, complete with her two-inch manicured nails, slid up and down her toned thighs while she contemplated sliding her panties aside and seeking some badly needed afternoon relief.

She was admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall, when a smiled swept across her evil lips. Finally she could ask the question and hear the answer she desired. "Mirror mirror on the wall..." She turned, opening her legs, and admiring herself. No wonder the King could not resist her, even giving into any of her demands simply for the chance to enjoy her. "...tell me who is fairest of them all?"

She was asking for fun really, for affirmation that with that twat of a stepdaughter gone, no one dared compare to her. A chuckle came back from the crystal mounted in pure gold, "While dear queen you are one hot piece of ass...perhaps the truth it not what you desire my lips to pass?...For as long as Snow White runs amuck....it is she and her treasure all men will long to fuck!"

The Queen almost choked on her apple, "But I have sent the little bitch away, how can she still mock and ruin my day?: Again the mirror laughed back, mocking the cruel and arrogant queen. "You say the minx has gone away, but she runs about in the forest, a princess at play? As long as chance could bring her back, you shall never be the leader of the pack!" You could hear the scream of rage throughout the castle, and soon Stephen, Stephen Christoffs, was commanded to the Queen's chambers.

Stephen should have been a prince, but with the Queen's arrival, the nobles had all been stripped of their titles, and he was now a simple huntsman in the service of the realm, sworn to be of service to the Queen.

The Queen was now back in her full robes, holding a glass of something wicked in her hand, a special truth serum concocted by the Queen who was also a witch, herself. "Would you like a drink?" She asked, but wisely the huntsman declined. He had heard far too many stories of people who had imbibed on the Queen's concoctions.

"You know Snow White?" The question while seeming innocent was far from. Yes, he knew Snow White, and not long ago he had thought that perhaps she might be his. There was no fairer maiden in the kingdom, and back then, there had been no young noble potentially more worthy.

"Yes I know her, what is the issue, I understand she is gone?" The Queen turned and looked at him with eyes of pure evil. "Your Father, he is ill, no?" Stephen shook his head yes, he had been forced to leave his father's side to respond to the Queen's summons. "In need of medicines and care, I have been told he needs to be here to survive, true? That shack you call a home can scarcely allow him to survive, let alone hope to get better."

He despised the Queen, they now lived in a “shack” because of her, but he also knew she was correct. Again, he nodded, not sure where this was headed, other than the unsettling feeling that nowhere good! "Well then, you have a choice...save your father, and bring me back the heart of that little bitch...or doom your father to death?"

"That is not fair!" He raged, "The King will never allow it!" She simply laughed, "The King will never know, unless you try to tell him, and to do so would be to commit high treason." She had him, and they both knew it. Now it was her time to laugh. "My naive young man...I do not have to be fair...I just need to get what I want...after all, I am the Queen!"

Stephen knew his task and that night he headed out, he had his hunting dog with him, and it would not take him long to find her and do his duty! Of course, the Princess Snow White had no idea she was being followed and she was easily tracked.

Once she heard the roar of the hooves and the bark of the dog, she was frightened, a sixth sense told her it was she that was being sought. Turning off the road she attempted to flee into the forest, but her dress caught on the thorns of a rose bush tripping her. As she attempted to get up, she was tangled and in her efforts to free herself, she was exposing her beautiful body, and lacy undergarments.

It was at precisely that moment the Huntsman came across her. His eyes took her in, every inch. He knew what he had to do, even though it was the very last thing he wanted to do, the very last!

Snow White had been banished from her very own kingdom at the behest, no, the demand, of the king's new wife. It was a great betrayal for her father to choose her stepmother over her. Snow despised his new wife with as much hatred as a pure heart could muster. The Wicked Queen was selfish and vain and horrible. She’d come into her father’s life, bewitched him, and quickly seized power over him. When that wasn’t enough, she stole power from the nobles, demoting them to mere guardsmen and hunters. And now she’d banished the princess, the most pure hearted and beautiful woman of all. The people of the kingdom were starting to think there wasn’t anything the Queen wouldn’t do to ensure she was the most powerful, and perhaps more importantly, the most beautiful woman in all of the land.

The young princess wasn’t sure where she was supposed to go from here. Snow was following the path to a nearby kingdom she’d visited as a girl, hoping to start a new life there, when she heard the loud clomp of horse hoofs in the distance from behind her. Intuition seized Snow White and she dove into the woods, opting to take cover amidst the trees. In her haste, her dress caught on the thorns of a rose bush, tearing the satin above her thighs, revealing just a hint of her apple-red panties. As Snow struggled to untangle herself from the bush, another thorn caught on her neckline. As she stood to scramble away, it pulled her neckline down low, revealing the young woman’s busty, enticing cleavage.

By the time she’d yanked her clothing free of the thorns, her beautiful dress was all torn up. The man on the horse found her like this, just beside the rosebush, trying to scramble to her feet. Snow squeaked in fear when she saw he was upon her. She recognized him as one of the former princes of the realm - she may even have danced with him at a ball or two, but Snow had danced with numerous men, so she couldn't be sure. She knelt on the forest floor before him and stared up into his eyes. She knew in one instant what he was here for by the tortured look in his eyes. Snow clasped her hands together as if in prayer. Her breasts pressed together, spilling over her tight, torn gown.

“The queen sent you, didn’t she?” Snow sniffled. “Oh, please, please, don’t kill me. I’m doing as she asked of me - I’m leaving home! I’ll never come back - I promise!”

It would be odd Snow was begging already when she didn’t know this man’s intent, but Snow knew the Queen, and she knew her great power. The woman had turned her dad into a complete and total wimp! She just knew this man was here at her wicked step-mother’s bidding.

All the time he had chased her, he was not certain what he would do once he found her. He knew the Queen's order, that was clear, as were the consequences if she discovered any trickery in his part. However, the Queen was not the only one who knew of the magic of the Forest, and the Huntsman, the Prince was trying to figure out how to save the maiden for his own!

For the Huntsman, there had been no other. Well, of course there had been women he had bedded, mostly whores at the local brothels, but none that he had hoped to take for a wife, and to bear his children. And, since his loss of title and privileges, he had not even wanted to enjoy the local whores. So catching Snow White like this, her dress torn, her cleavage blossomed, he had even seen what he was sure was a bright, red glimpse of her panties, sent charges through a man, he could barely control.

How he had longed for her, wanted her, dreamed of the curve of her hip and the fullness of her breasts, her voice like a nightingale, and her ruby red lips. He watched her as she talked, and he fantasized of kissing her, of better yet, watching her wrap her ruby red lips around the thickness of his manly cock! Her skin was like cream and he longed to lap at her fruits, preparing them and taking her to ecstasy, before finally taking her as his very own.

Snow White had been the bell of every King's ball, men waiting all the night to feel her in his arms. She knew just how to dress to make the men drool and dream of her after the night was over. There always seemed to be an offer of something fun, perhaps even wicked, just around the corner, but those moments never came, as her virtue, as far as any of them knew was completely in tact.

“The queen sent you, didn’t she?” Snow sniffled. “Oh, please, please, don’t kill me. I’m doing as she asked of me - I’m leaving home! I’ll never come back - I promise!” Stephen dismounted his horse and began to walk over to her, to entangle her, "Do you remember me? We danced often. There was a time you whispered in my ear that you hoped I might prove myself worthy, or did you tell us all that?" She didn't seem to want to speak to his question, for she had her own.

He smiled, "I think you know the issue, as long as you are alive, men will want you like no other, they will gladly take arms, fight wars for the chance to enjoy what is barely hidden beneath that dress, and have you in their marital bed?" He was slowly undoing her from the thorns, but they had taken their toll, her dress in shreds, her gorgeous body, on display, for the huntsman or any other man, or woman for that matter, she might come across.

"Yes, the Queen has brought me to kill you, to bring your heart back in the box I carry in my saddle bags, and should I fail and she find out, it will mean not only my death, but likely my father as well. You do remember my father, for once he and your father discussed our coupling?" The huntsman moved closer, and removed the last thorn from her dress, and let his hand trace down the side of her bosom and waist.

"I have thought of you many times!" He even laughed, "But not even in my dreams were you so attired, I must learn to improve my dreams!" He looked into her eyes. "And in those dreams we did many, many things, but never, ever did I kill you ... it is ironic where we find ourselves now, isn't it princess..." He had a frim grip on her waist with one hand, she was not going anywhere without his permission. In the other, he held an eight inch knife, and unfortunately for her, the well honed knowledge of how to use it!

"Do you remember me?" Stephen asked. He leaned in close to help untangle her from the thorny bushes. "We danced often. There was a time you whispered in my ear that you hoped I might prove myself worthy, or did you tell us all that?"

Snow shook her head insistently. Now that he was closer it was clear he was one of her suitors, one of the more favored, one who might have become her husband had the Wicked Queen not ruined their lives. While it was true Snow said similar things to other men, she always meant every word! Snow White was a romantic and often got caught up in the moment, especially when close dancing, and would speak what she felt. She was as pure as snow... But oh how she longed to act on those feelings that taunted her as she'd whirled across the ballroom, led by various suitors throughout the night. It pained her to think she’d never experience that again!

Stephen had been one of the men she'd danced with more than once. In fact, she tended to look for him at each ball. Their fathers had noticed their interest in each other and had spoken of a potential arrangement, but Snow’s father was reluctant to promise her to any one man. He’d wanted to keep their options open, since she was still so young and beautiful and he could wield that beauty like a weapon to keep other kingdoms loyal to them.

When Stephen finally admitted he was here to kill her, the reality of her situation truly set in. She’d known what he was here for, but to have him admit it! It made her fear so real. She was about to get on her knees and beg for her life when he said that if he did not do the Evil Queen’s bidding, both him and his father would be killed!

Snow's pure heart ached at that information.

"She threatened to kill your father? Oh, Stephen, I'm so sorry… but surely there is something we can do to save us all!”

She may be a pure, kind princess, but she was still a human. She wanted to live! Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed hurriedly in fright and something more sensual.

Stephen reached out and ran his hand from the edge of her breast down to her waist, feeling the curve of her hourglass figure. The Huntsmen had always been one of the men who'd awakened that blissful feeling deep inside, and even with the great fear she felt now, his touch still made her shiver.

The way he was looking at her let her know that he felt too. Surely he did not have it within himself to kill her!

“I have thought of you many times!" He admitted, laughing. "But not even in my dreams were you so attired, I must learn to improve my dreams!" He looked into her eyes. "And in those dreams we did many, many things, but never, ever did I kill you ... it is ironic where we find ourselves now, isn't it princess..." He clutched her slender waist tight, strong enough to hold her in place with one hand as the other clasped a knife.

Her pulse raced at the sight of it, held threateningly close in the huntsman's hand. Her ruby red lips parted to beg for her life!

"We can still do those things!" Snow cried. She grasped his forearm tightly. "Please, Prince Stephen, I'm begging you! Isn't there anything I can do to convince you to let me live?” At this, Snow pressed her body against his brazenly, like she had when they’d danced. She went further, wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him with pleading brown eyes. Carefully, the young maiden lowered one hand from his shoulder to his chest.

“Prince Stephen, please let me live! I have dreamed of you too. Please… let us at least experience some of those shared dreams before you decide my fate.”

Stephen was not surprised that the Princess did not recognize him at first. The time in the many months the Queen had entered all of their lives, quickly earning the King's bed and trust, had been hard on all. In fact the Princess was one of the only Stephen was aware of, that still looked as beautiful today as the day the wicked Queen had invaded all of their lives.

He could sense her sincerity and sweetness at her concern for his father. However, he had spent nearly every second of his ride in search of the Princess trying to figure out some alternative, and he had considered one, it was based on an old legend that he was not even sure was true. The other issue, was, even if true, there were tales associated with the legend which he did not believe he could even discuss with the princess.

Putting his hand on the curve of her waist, lightly brushing the side of her breast, he arose the same feeling he had felt when they had last danced. He found himself staring at her nearly exposed and buxom breasts, her chest heaving with excitement. What was remaining of her garment could barely contain her young and frim body. He told her about his dreams of her, and found himself holding her waist tighter, pulling her a bit into his, while still wielding his knife that he had been ordered to kill the princess.

His heart was pounding, his breathing getting heavier as he felt the blood rushing and hardening his cock. The huntsman was well endowed, easily measuring over 8 inches in length. As he got harder his prick had tented his loose pants and he felt it rub through his pants against the exposed thigh of the princess, hoping she did not notice.

He had spoken honestly of the dreams he had of her, the desires unfulfilled, but had been surprised at her response, but also realizing she was only offering as an alternative to his taking her life. However, she also pressed her body against his, undoubtedly sensing his hardness as it pressed into her thigh and hip, and then wrapped her hand up around his neck so that they were looking each other in the eyes. Her eyes were deep and beautiful, her gaze alone was enough to take his breath away and his body ache with desire. "Is this more cruel trickery, seduction with no intent of intimacy, allusions to promises, that I will never realize?"

He sheathed his knife so that he could place his free hand on her breast, caressing it as he spoke. He leaned down to brush his lips across hers, and for her to feel the heat and wanting of his breath. "Do not toy with me Princess, you are supposed to be the purest of driven snow, would you truly offer me the satisfaction I have longed for, the release I crave?" His hand that had been on her waist, reached down only to run his hand up her bared thigh and hip, and firmly grasp her firm bottom. "You have a body that makes men hunger and ache, it is that body I have dreamed of, is it that body you would willingly share?"

There was no mistaking the growing hardness in the Huntsman’s pants as the former Prince and Princess held each other so closely. This had happened many times when she’d danced with suitors in the ballroom. It always ignited such excitement inside her - to have such a strong effect on them. As she’d whirled across the ballroom from partner to partner, Snow would get brief touches of hardness against her softness as the men could not help but get excited when they danced with the fairest in all the land. Like then, much like now, her dance partner’s eyes were directed at her cleavage… except this time her cleavage was more revealing than ever before. Her torn gown left little to the imagination. It hung dangerously low, so very close to revealing her perky, pink nipples, which were growing harder in her excitement, poking eagerly against her bodice. Her skirt was torn too, revealing her soft, creamy thighs along with a hint of her bright red panties. Stephen’s eyes were ravishing her body as his hands held her firmly in place. His gaze stroked the fire within her belly. Snow was holding him too, one hand draped around his neck while the other felt the muscles of his chest beneath his leather armor. They had never held each other quite this close before. Stephen had a very rugged handsomeness and the young Princess was very attracted to him, but also very aware her life was on the line!

"Is this more cruel trickery, seduction with no intent of intimacy, allusions to promises, that I will never realize?" Stephen asked, holding her gaze.

Snow was hurt by his words, for she did not consider herself a seductress or trickster. What did he expect her to do? She could not fight him or try to flee, all she could do was try to appeal to him. At last he sheathed his knife and she sighed in relief. That sigh turned into a gasp when the former Prince grasped her nearly exposed breast and began to gently massage it. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against her in the softest of kisses. She felt the heat of his breath against her lips when he spoke.

"Do not toy with me Princess, you are supposed to be the purest of driven snow, would you truly offer me the satisfaction I have longed for, the release I crave?" Prince Stephen asked. He ran his hand down from her waist to grasp her pert bottom. Snow let out a soft sound of quiet longing at his touch. No one had dared touched her body like this before. "You have a body that makes men hunger and ache, it is that body I have dreamed of, is it that body you would willingly share?"

She worried briefly if the Prince was trying to trap her, for there did not seem to be a good answer to this question. If she admitted to wanting him, would that automatically imply she was not as pure as snow? Would he think her purity was a farce? Snow felt tears prick her eyes as she contemplated her answer. She could only speak from her heart. The raven haired beauty spoke her answer into the Prince’s lips just as he’d done to her.

“I will share my body with you,” Princess Snow White said softly. She rubbed her body against his, gasping lightly against his mouth as his hardened cock brushed against her center through their clothes. Snow pulled back her head to look at him. Her wide, chocolate eyes were pleading. “...But unless you intend to marry me, I would ask that you please let me keep my maidenhead, though I realize I am in no position to ask any favors! So given the choice between my life and my purity, I would gladly let you have all of me as well!”

Snow knew there were other things that could be done to keep her purity intact. For whom she was saving it she wasn’t certain, but it was ingrained in her she must wait until marriage. That ideal was even more important when you were a princess, especially one known across the land as being as beautiful and pure as fresh fallen snow. She’d lived vicariously through the tales her handmaidens told her of stolen kisses in the halls and using fingers and tongues to satisfy the lords. Snow had never done such things herself, but the imagery she pictured in her head was enough to make her intrigued.

The sight of the beautiful young princess had instantly aroused such desires in the man who had once been a reasonable suitor, but now stood next to her, holding her, as a simple huntsman, just another pawn of the wicked Queen! A million emotions were suddenly surging through his body, and he was actually angry with himself at how his cock betrayed him in its clear and wanton lust of the virgin Princess.

He knew he had lashed out at her too harshly, he had hoped that the feelings he felt for her, were truly reciprocated. But why should they, for while she was clearly the fairest in all the land, she had many suitors, he was sure. And now, with his fall from grace, they were far richer and likely more appealing, yet here they found themselves, he still the hunter, but she now the prey.

He could not tear his eyes away from the flesh she now had on display. He had dreamed of those bosoms, licking and suckling on her fulsome breasts and tender nipples. The flash of red satin, on shockingly scant panties had nearly made him lose all self control, control he now tried to regain, yet the princess made that difficult. For in response to the intensity and forwardness of his words her lips brushed his as she breathily whispered her response, “I will share my body with you...But unless you intend to marry me, I would ask that you please let me keep my maidenhead, though I realize I am in no position to ask any favors! So given the choice between my life and my purity, I would gladly let you have all of me as well!”

The huntsman felt the surge of passion and adrenaline, as if a stallion having just been slapped on the ass to launch into full gallop. He felt the heat of her body, and how her breast rose and fell with each word! Could she possibly want him to, hunger for the joys that only flesh on flesh can provide? Did she even know what she wanted, or had fear and situation provoked a new and sudden cravings to experience things before an all too sudden end might arrive?

At first, like that stallion, he surged, into action, not using words, but actions to demonstrate just how badly he longed for the beautiful maiden. Taking her waist in both hands he pulled her into his hardness, and his lips moved to her cheek and then down her neck, hungy, kissing, nibbling, almost biting! Down her neck, across her shoulder and then down her bosom, right up to the moment where one more small push would completely expose her teet for his hunger to indulge!

But he was not a stallion, an animal, he was a man, actually a very good man at heart. Releasing a deep sigh, he pulled back and looked at her. He could not do this, not like this, not knowing if he was taking advantage or not. He relaxed his grip slightly. "I want you, possibly as no man has ever wanted a woman. And no, although I want more than anything to marry you, I know I can't, at least not now. No Princess, I will not take your maidenhood, but there are so many things, absent that we could enjoy, I could make you feel, I could teach you to do to me...."

He let her look into his eyes, see both his heart and his passion. "I would like to enjoy you, and then in the morning, help you find safety, I have a possible plan. However, I will not take what is not truly and willingly offered. I will build a fire for us, I have a fur I can toss on the ground for you to slumber if that is your preference? Or, I can show you what it feels like to have a man enjoy you, have you enjoy him...give you a night to remember, for who knows what tomorrow and the next might bring?"

He did not kiss her again, he let his words fill her mind and imagination and he hoped! He bended his knee and helped her detangle from the thorns that held her dress. Much was ripped but what little remained he helped her free. When finished, he did exactly as he had said, he gathered sticks and soon had a small fire burning for warmth. He then unfurled a a thick bear rug. He was on one knee tending to the fire when he looked back over his shoulder, he let his eyes scan up and down her body as the flames and shadows danced against her creamy flesh and curves.

"I will not hurt you Princess, now or tomorrow, however what I do, do, is up to you?" He was actually proud of himself, this was the Prince who should have been her betrothed, but more importantly, this was the man he knew he truly was, no matter what his position!

Snow felt breathless awaiting his response. Their bodies pressed together like this, Snow could feel his strength. If he wanted to, he could probably kill her with his bare hands alone! Yet... she felt his hardness against her, saw the lust in his eyes, and more than that, knew him to be a good man, at least from the several encounters at the royal ball, so he would not kill her. He could not!

The huntsman’s gaze was intense as he considered her. He grasped her waist and held her to him even tighter, pressing her soft, slender body against his hard cock. He leaned down to kiss her cheek then trailed down her neck..

“Mm…” Snow mewled softly, unable to help herself. Her body responded to his touch and kisses. His lips nibbled her tender flesh lightly. This was not a hesitant, teasing brushing of the lips, this was a touch rough, enough to leave a temporary hickey, a red mark on her pale skin. Snow’s breath came faster the more he kissed her. She felt completely at his mercy and she liked it. She was always surrounded by guards, protected, but here it was just Princess Snow and Prince Stephen, now a lost princess and a huntsmen, and he could do whatever he wanted with her… and she with him.

His lips trailed from her neck, across her delicate collarbone down to her breast. Snow felt lightheaded with desire and nervous anticipation as the huntsmen kissed her soft, supple flesh… Just before he reached her hardened nipple, just barely contained within the top of her ripped bodice, he stopped. Stephen pulled back, leaving her untouched nipple pointed and hard, begging to be released from the cloth. His grip on her softened.

"I want you, possibly as no man has ever wanted a woman. And no, although I want more than anything to marry you, I know I can't, at least not now. No Princess, I will not take your maidenhood, but there are so many things, absent that we could enjoy, I could make you feel, I could teach you to do to me...."

Snow looked into his intense gaze with desire. She was relieved her virginity would be safe, of course, probably… but she wanted his lips back on her neck, on her breast lower, latching around her nipple…

Stephen looked deep into her eyes as he continued earnestly. "I would like to enjoy you, and then in the morning, help you find safety, I have a possible plan. However, I will not take what is not truly and willingly offered. I will build a fire for us, I have a fur I can toss on the ground for you to slumber if that is your preference? Or, I can show you what it feels like to have a man enjoy you, have you enjoy him...give you a night to remember, for who knows what tomorrow and the next might bring?"

Snow could tell from his eyes that he was sincere. She could also tell how badly he wanted her, and the willpower it took not to continue enjoying her. The former prince had set her body aflame more hotly than she’d felt before, but she needed a moment to think.

“Okay. I need to think about it,” Snow said.

The huntsman helped untangle the rest of her skirt from the thorns and at last Snow was free. As she stumbled forward to get out of the bushes, she was sure she’d flashed him the bottom of her pert, round ass in the process.

The huntsman did not try to touch her again despite her flimsy attire and instead kept his word to set up a fire for them. Snow shivered in the cold for only a moment as Stephen got the fire started quickly. He took out a thick, warm bear rug from his pack and laid it out on the ground for them. Snow sat down on the bear rug, trying not to expose herself again.

"I will not hurt you Princess, now or tomorrow, however what I do, do, is up to you?" Stephen said.

“I thank you for that,” Snow said sweetly, laying her hand over his. “But I still need to think about it,” Snow said.

She felt the heat of his gaze on her body as she lounged by the fire, the shadows of it's flames dancing along her cream colored skin. Her neckline was more like a breastline; her ample bosom was on full display, half of a pale pink nipple teased itself into view as she shifted on the bearskin, getting comfortable. Snow tugged at her dress, trying to cover more of her cleavage, but as she pulled her dress up, the lower half pulled up as well, revealing more of her satiny red panties! It was no use. Snow did not bother to readjust her dress again and instead allowed herself to enjoy the heady gaze of the huntsman whenever he stole glances at her.

Snow closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the fire. The young princess’s breasts were practically exposed, her panties were visible and in the firelight and it was plain there was a dampness staining the center. Snow very much wanted him too...

Snow warmed herself by the fire for quite some time in silence, weighing her options. She trusted the prince’s word that he would not kill her, so it wasn’t a matter of bargaining her body for her life anymore. So the real question was: was she going to give in to her desires or the expectations she placed on herself? She could remain as pure as snow...but who knew what the future held, what tomorrow might bring as the prince had put it… What had he meant by that, exactly?

In the end Snow decided to do what she wanted, instead of what she was expected to do. Her mother was dead, her father had abandoned her. Here the princess was, in charge of her fate at last. And the princess knew what she wanted.

She waited until the huntsman had to tend the fire again to speak, for it was hard to look him in the eye when admitting such a thing. “I - I think I would like to be enjoyed,” she murmured softly. When he turned back around she added, “But first I want to hear of your plans for tomorrow. How do you intend to protect me from the Evil Queen? I want to be prepared, you must understand,” she pleaded.

Snow placed a hand on his forearm as he returned to his place beside her by the fire. It was truly a fairy tale miracle her bodice was still managing to hang on, perhaps by way of magic, or maybe because of her hard, pointed nipples.

As he let go and quickly gathered the wood, putting one small pile together to initiate the flame, then a second slightly larger pile he could use to feed the fire through the night, his thoughts were only of her.

Why did he have to be so chivalrous, few other men in the kingdom would have done as he had, and he knew this for fact. He had learned much about his fellow countrymen, and it had made him certain that he was the one who had been worthy of marrying the princess, and he was not going to go back on that now.

Yet, as he piled the wood, he could not let go of the feel of her thin waist, her perfect curves, her soft and creamy flesh, or her taste. "AAAARGGGHHH!" Being a good man was not easy, and now as the princess thought it over, as he had the fire now blazing, the thick brown bear blanket rolled out, he had all but given up hope that she would take him up on his offer.

He had enjoyed the all too brief glimpses he received of her breasts and apple shaped ass, as he had dutifully untangled her, but those glimpses and memories seemed to curse at him now, as he so longed for more. And then as she Princess sat down, and despite her best efforts was unable to cover hardly any of her delicious bits, it only became more difficult to only steal glances and not stare at the perfection of her young body.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, and cock throbbing in his pants, and part of him knew, that she was actually enjoying the way he looked at her, wanted her. While Snow's body might have been pure, her mind seemed to enjoy the thought of alternatives.

Yet he wasn't sure, all he knew was the longer he sat here, looking but not touching the more azure his balls were getting. He was just about to pardon himself, do the only knightly thing possible, given the situation and go jack off deep under the cover of the woods and night. How else could he not just act on the desires raging within him.

He was not looking when he heard her soft, sweet voice, “I - I think I would like to be enjoyed,” EUREKA, his head turned quickly to look into those gorgeous, big eyes. Could he have possibly heard correct? A grin spread ear to ear, and it was all he could do to not drool or spontaneously cum, right there! He gasped and swallowed. "Are you sure Princess, I think it is an excellent choice, but are you really sure?"

Instead she answered his question with one of her own, “But first I want to hear of your plans for tomorrow. How do you intend to protect me from the Evil Queen? I want to be prepared, you must understand,” He took a deep sigh, as he was not sure how Snow would respond, he was not entirely sure his plan would work, and time would tell he had far underestimated what this would mean to Snow.

He got up and sat back on his heels facing her, "Come stand in front of me Princess, I will tell you of my plan, of what I know, and what we will need to find out?" He waited for the Princess to stand in front of him and he looked up and pushed his hair out of his eyes, revealing his ruggedly handsome face.

As he looked up into her eyes he reached forward to grasp the back of her calves as he moved his knees on each side of her toes, his mouth and face now even with her pelvis. He began to talk, but as he did, he started to slide his hands up the backs of her legs, brushing and teasing her firmm legs and tender skin with his fingers and palms.

"There is a legend, a legend I know to be true of a group of dwarves who live here in the forest. Many, many years ago, they did a great kindness to a visiting sorceress, saved her life, and so she repaid the favor by creating a protective cloak over their hamlet, such that now predator, man nor beast can ever find them there, and when housed within their grounds or dwelling, you are protected from discovery or harm. I believe I know where these dwarves toll, old mines where they work away their days, if I can find them and convince them to take you into their care, the witch will not know you are alive?"

As he spoke he teased the back of her legs, even her inner thighs, as his hands moved ever up, up, up. At this point in the story, he had slid all the way up and under her dress, his fingers upon reaching the back of her panties had slid up inside their opening and his hands now cradled the cheeks of her perfect ass.

"Would you like me to continue Princess?" He had a smile on his face, and had been quite careful in not being clear if he meant continue the story, or teh pleasuring he was doing to her ass, as his warm breath exhaled mere inches away from her still panty clad pussy!

Snow licked her lips as she caught the huntsmen's eye. It was involuntary, an instinctual reaction to his lusty gaze. He looked overjoyed to hear Snow’s request to be enjoyed pass her ruby red lips. His smile was ear to ear. He asked if she was sure. Snow nodded but she also wanted to know what he had in store for her. What was his plan to save her from the evil Queen? Snow needed assurance that after tonight he wouldn't just abandon her in the morning. She didn’t think he would, he simply did not seem capable of such a vile act, but she still wanted to know how he planned to keep her safe.

The huntsman requested she stand in front of him while he told her of his plan. Snow did as he asked, rising from the warm bear skin and moving to stand before him. The light from the fire illuminated her pale, soft skin. Her hair was inky black like the night sky, and her smile as brilliant as the shining moon above.

In the firelight she saw his face more clearly, and he was just as handsome as she remembered him being when he’d whirled her across the ballroom, perhaps more. Stephen knelt in front of her and grasped her calves. His hands were no longer soft from life at court but rough from his new life as a huntsman. He started to rub her calves gently as he began to explain his plan to protect her from the Evil Queen.

"There is a legend, a legend I know to be true of a group of dwarves who live here in the forest.”

His hands moved higher up her calves towards the back of her knees, gently rubbing her soft skin. He stared up at her with an expression that made her weak in the knees.

“Many, many years ago, they did a great kindness to a visiting sorceress, saved her life, and so she repaid the favor by creating a protective cloak over their hamlet, such that now predator, man nor beast can ever find them there, and when housed within their grounds or dwelling, you are protected from discovery or harm.”

The huntsman's hands had ventured up to her thighs, fingers splayed out and squeezing her tender flesh softly. Snow moaned aloud as his hands slid around and gently pressed her thigh apart, feeling the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"I believe I know where these dwarves toll, old mines where they work away their days, if I can find them and convince them to take you into their care, the witch will not know you are alive?"

His story was unbelievable but Snow trusted him with all her pure heart! As he spoke he seemed to lean closer. He was so close to her sex, she could feel his breath through her tiny red panties. He held her ass in his hands and his lips hovered mere inches from her most private place. Her legs were trembling with desire.

"Would you like me to continue Princess?" he asked.

The beautiful young princess answered his question immediately without hesitation.

“Yes. Yes, please. I am enjoying you enjoying me," she said. She let out a lilted laugh. She hadn't considered his question may have been in reference to his story as well. He had assured her well enough of his plan, and his touch felt far too good, that she thought even if he did continue telling her of his plan she'd have a hard time listening.

Snow granted the huntsman a look no man had seen - a look of wanton desire as she longed for him to continue touching her, but didn't want to ask for it as it wasn't proper. Nothing was proper about their situation though. Her royal attire was shredded, she'd been exiled from her kingdom. She did not feel the oppressive chains of being a princess at this moment. At this moment Snow felt like a wanton woman. She placed her hands on Stephen's shoulders, feeling his strong form.

As the huntsman told the princess his tale of the legend of the dwarves and their potential for safe haven, he stared into big, dark eyes a man could happily drown in, and he caressed creamy soft skin, stretched toned, perfect legs, he was not just captivated, he was in love, for the Princess Snow White truly was the fairest of them all!

She felt perfect in his hands, for she was perfect, the purest and most desirable woman he had or would ever meet! And, no matter how much he wanted it to be different, this was likely the only night he would ever have with her, and he was going to do everything within his power to make it a moment, a night, that neither would ever forget!

The tenderness of the flesh of her inner thighs, her moan at his touch, he inhaled enjoying the pheromones of her sweet musk. There was not a cell in his body that didn't yearn to take this woman and make her his! He had asked permission though, giving her the choice of hearing more, feeling more, both or neither, and in his wildest dreams he could hot have been more thrilled with her response!

“Yes. Yes, please. I am enjoying you enjoying me," He looked up, and their eyes locked, and he could have sworn he saw a fire every bit as burning and wanting as his own. His eyes did not move, but his skillful hands, undid the clasp of what little dress remained, and suddenly she stood before him in only the boddess of her top, and her scarlett red panties. He kept his eyes there on hers, yet he leaned forward and brought his lips to her tummy, just below her navel and slowly began kissing down, enjoying every inch until his lips brushed against the small triangle of silk and lace that covered her mound.

Only for a moment did he disengage his downward march, "I am glad Princess, for I am enjoying you, more than I thought possible. Your body is a feast that would humble any man in its magnificence, and I, my dear sweet, oh so beautiful Princess, am a very hungry man." He ran the back of his hand, his fingers up and down the scarlett triangle, feeling the heat emanating from her sex as he gently pet her.

"I am going to go very slowly, I want to enjoy every single inch, just trust me...and feel, enjoy, everything I do ... I will not forget my promise...unless you ask me to?" Slowly he started to kiss up and down her mound, her lips, his warm breath penetrating the fabric, his tongue teasing a bit what was inside. He began to kiss back up her lower abs, but this time, he slipped the back of his hand, well two fingers, inside the one leg of the panties, and now petted up and down her bare flesh. Once he had kissed up again to her navel, now standing tall on his knees, he slipped his hand back out, only to curl his fingers around each side of the waistline of her panties. And then, as he kissed up her tummy, he skillfully slipped them down over her perfect, apple bottom, hips.

Only as his hand brought them down to her knees and dropped them, did he lean back and enjoy the view. He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and hips until he gripped them, admiring her now fully exposed sex. "Mmmm, even more spectacular than I dreamed of, mouth watering I'd say..." He was speaking in breathy whispers, almost a moan, his cock twitching and aching to enjoy the gift just unwrapped.

Slowly he stood up, his lips finding hers, his fingers the buttons of the minimal blousing that remained. it was mere seconds before he was finished, and there in the cool night, her creamy, snow white skins highlighted by the dancing blue, orange, yellow and red flames of the fire, stood the naked Princess. He let his eyes drink her in, no artist or sculpture could capture such beauty.

He leaned down and swept her up in his strong arms, only to bend a knee and gently set her down on the warm fur of the blanket. "I love you Princess...after tonight I hope you will never forget me, for I know I shall never forget you."

He set her down on her back, and then let her watch as he peeled off his clothes, revealing his own sculpted, muscular body. Once naked, he gave her a second to take him, he watched her eyes as she saw a man, likely for the first time. His cock was so hard, it nearly stood vertical against his sculpted abs.

He simply admired her beauty, as he moved down toward her slightly bent legs, and moved inside her legs. Lowering himself to his knees, he used his palms to spread her, again moaning in delight. "Now Princess, the real fun will begin ..." And ever so slowly he leaned down and began kissing her and licking her, starting just above her knees and working his way up each side of her inner thighs...

Snow licked her ruby red lips in desire as the former Prince gazed at her with smoldering eyes, his hands rubbing her inner thighs. He breathed in her scent deeply and she felt weak in the knees. His desire for her was palpable, as was hers for him.

With her consent he removed the last bit of her dress. His lips brushed her lower belly tenderly. She was breathless with anticipation. Stephen kissed down her stomach and brushed his lips against the satin of her scarlet underwear. Snow's every nerve electrified. She’d never been touched there before.

He spoke softly, "I am glad Princess, for I am enjoying you, more than I thought possible. Your body is a feast that would humble any man in its magnificence, and I, my dear sweet, oh so beautiful Princess, am a very hungry man."

His touch, his words, his breath against her mound, set her ablaze. He rubbed his hand along her clothed slit, felt the dampness of her panties against his fingers as he fondled her. Snow mewled softly in delight as the Huntsman continued, "I am going to go very slowly, I want to enjoy every single inch, just trust me...and feel, enjoy, everything I do ... I will not forget my promise...unless you ask me to?"

He began kissing her satin panties, pressing his lips firmly against her mound and moving lower, gently pressing against her clit. Snow gasped as the Prince’s tongue began a delicate dance against her clothed lips. His breath felt so warm against her hot sex. She was glad he held her firmly by the ass or she’d have fallen, incapable of standing any longer as Stephen worshipped her clothed sex. He pulled away too soon, kissing his way back up to her belly, but his fingers stayed behind.

The Huntsman slipped two fingers into the side of her scarlet panites and pulled them down her hips gently. Snow’s body shivered in the cool night air but her sex was on fire as Prince Stephen kneeled between her trembling knees, breathing her in. He held her hips and leaned back to look at her admiringly.

"Mmmm, even more spectacular than I dreamed of, mouth watering I'd say..." He breathed, practically moaned, his lips mere inches from her bare sex.

Snow White whimpered in need as he admired her. At least he stood up and kissed her, she pressed her body against his wantonly. His kiss fueled the sparks of her fire and she moaned against his lips. The Prince removed what was left of her bodice, leaving her naked in the firelight. The shadows of the flames danced along her naked skin but Stephen’s gaze was hotter as he lunged for her, scooping her up in his arms then placing her on the warm fur of the blanket.

"I love you Princess...after tonight I hope you will never forget me, for I know I shall never forget you."

Snow's pure heart swelled. Love! How delightful! Yet the way he spoke made it sound as if he were never to see her again!

“I love you, my Prince… Please don’t speak as if we won’t see each other again!” The pure, naive Princess insisted. Her eyes grew wide as he revealed his body and she saw a naked man for the first time. The sweet Princess’s dark eyes were drawn to his erect, hungry cock and it was hard to think of anything else. The tip was leaking a clear, viscous substance and she had the strangest desire to lap it up, but before she could react in any way the Prince moved down her hips.

“Now Princess, the real fun will begin ..” Stephen explained from between her thighs, his rough palms spreading her thighs apart so she was on full display for him. Snow’s white cheeks turned a deep pink as he admired her sex, even moaning in longing. His desire for her was mirrored in her own eyes. Entranced, Snow rested her hand on his shoulder encouragingly, staring down into his handsome face as he teased her legs with kisses, finally working his way to her inner thighs, causing the young Snow White to squirm in delight.

“Mmm... “ she sighed in pleasure, in longing, “I love how you enjoy me... I would like to enjoy you afterwards...” Her pale hand traveled from his shoulder to his hair, teasing the dark strands between her fingers as he enjoyed her, the fairest woman in all the land.

“I love you, my Prince… Please don’t speak as if we won’t see each other again!”

Oh how he wished what she said was true, and in his heart he hoped that for more than life itself, but how could they? For as much as he wanted her now, and how she was all he had ever wanted, no woman could possibly compare, he knew for him to have her would mean he was potentially putting her in even graver danger. He loved her too much for that.

"I only hope you are right MY Princess, but know this, no matter what, you and only you will ever have my heart!" It was then he had revealed himself to her, and he was pleased with how her eyes drank him in, enjoying him almost as much as he enjoyed her. He was about to feast in her charms, the princess splayed wide, her honey glistening from her petals.

Oh, he was hungry, having just kissed her firm, creamy white thighs, and now staring into her soft, pink wonderland. She almost cooed, the perfect female that she was, “I love how you enjoy me... I would like to enjoy you afterwards...” He looked up, his cock throbbing beneath him, precum oozing from his over stimulated tip, "I hope so too my Princess, we have all night, I hope we both, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!"

As he finished his mouth was already moving down his tongue started with her clit, flicking her button already out from its hood, as his thumb teased up and down her inner folds. He list his hands underneath her bottom and lifted her, tilting her up and giving him a bitter angle to both expose and enjoy all of her. He let his eyes scan up, her pussy, her mound, her abs, tummy and breasts, every valley and swell more spectacular, she was truly a marvel.

Her bottom now rested on his biceps as he lifted her, he flicked her clit a few more times, then pressed his lips in at first kissing the sensitive button and then gently suckling it. He wanted to tease her and primer her, but he was hungry to lap at her juices, drink her sweet honey. Extending his tongue he slowly trailed it down her inner folds, her soft, wet, velvet, he enjoyed her clit to taint and back again. "Mmmm, Princess, so sweet, so delicious, so perfect..." He moaned. Each lap when slower and deeper, until finally he hardened his tongue, and pressed inside her tight, tight opening...

It was the huntsman's tongue that would be the first to enjoy the Princess' chamber, he moaned as he entered, deeper and deeper, his hands curled around her thighs, spread her lips even wider. Slowly, gently, he began to move his head in and out, moaning as his tongue began to fuck his Snow, feeling her response. Only as he began to move faster, did his fingers again search for her clit and begin to massager and stimulate her there was well!

“I only hope you are right MY Princess, but know this, no matter what, you and only you will ever have my heart!"

Snow’s heart warmed at his words. “As will you mine, Prince Stephen,” she assured him. Snow believed ever word she said, though things may seem rather rushed from an outsider’s perspective. Snow had gone from offering her body to him in desperation for her life, to desperately longing for him to do with her what he will.

As he hovered between her thighs, staring into her pink sex, Snow craved him with an intensity she’d never felt. Her eyes stared at his cock, throbbing there between them, oozing a clear liquid in what Snow could only assume was his longing for her. Her flower glistened for him as well. He kissed her thighs tenderly. Her pussy longed to be touched.

“I love how you enjoy me... I would like to enjoy you afterwards...” Snow moaned.

He looked up at her, "I hope so too my Princess, we have all night, I hope we both, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!"

With that he dove between her legs, tongue seeking out her glistening jewel while his thumb traced her inner folds, all the while looking up at her like she was a goddess. Snow gasped as unfamiliar, powerful feelings surged throughout her body. Stephen helped to steady her, grabbing her ass, using his hands to position her for better access. He was licking and sucking her like she was a delectable dessert, touching her like she was a cherished jewel. He kissed and sucked her clit, then, when that wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he traced his tongue down her inner folds, down over her opening and to the start of her taint, then repeated the action. Snow whimpered in desire.

“Ohhh Prince Stephen, I’ve never felt so wonderful!” The Princess moaned. Her fingers ran through his hair; squeezed his shoulders tight. He plunged his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet, pure sugar. Snow moaned and moaned as he explored her opening, tasting of her leaking juices. The Prince grasped the back of her thighs tight, steadying her trembling legs and spreading her wider for him. As he fucked her virgin sex with his talented tongue, he reached for her clitoris with one of his fingers. He began to stimulate her bud gently in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

It was beginning to become all too much, he had to stop or she was going to explode. Snow tried to move away from him, but the Huntsman was insistent, he kept stroking that long, broad, wet tongue up and down her glistening sex, urging her to give in to the overwhelming feelings with the swipes of his tongue. Snow’s hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, gripping them tight, her pale fingers leaving red marks on his skin as she braced herself against him.

“Oh please, please!” she cried, not sure if she if she was begging him to stop or continue as the powerful feeling suddenly crested and her sex squeezed again and again around his tongue. Snow moaned loudly as she rode out her first orgasm at Prince Stephen’s hand. “Ohhhhh!” Snow moaned, cumming hard around his tongue, pussy buzzing against his tongue, clit tingling in delight as his fingers worked her over the edge and helped prolong the ride.

Snow White breathed rapidly, riding out the waves of pleasure the Huntsman brought her. “That was…that was…” she looked down at him shyly. His lips were glistening with her juices. His eyes seemed to be sparkling in the firelight. Snow smiled. Her fingers caressed his face.

“It was wonderful.” Snow sighed contentedly as her breathing slowed, but one look at Stephen’s throbbing cock had it all aflutter again. Her warm brown eyes met his. “I would like to enjoy you too. You said you could teach me things…” Her ruby red lips glistened, and her cheeks heated to match as she gazed at his cock. “I’ve felt you against me on the dancefloor, but to see it… it’s really quite bigger than I expected!” the Princess said innocently, unknowingly stroking his ego.

Until, and only if, the huntsman could get Snow White into the charmed refuge of the elves, the mirror could see all, yet he was clever and careful, only revealing what the Wicked Queen asked and not over answering into the questions that the Queen should have asked instead. So when the Queen stood before him, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" He had once again answered it was the Princess, who, as he was able to look in, was even more fair and more desirous than the mirror had realized.

"That bitch is still alive? Has the huntsman not yet found her?"

"Yes, my Queen, he has found her, and she is very much in his clutches as we speak...." Again, the mirror answered truthfully, but not completely.

"And does he have control, is she in a position to be taken?" The Queen was feeling better, but needed to be sure.

"Oh yes my Queen, in fact she appears to be being taken right now, he is attacking with great fervor!" Now, sadly the mirror was just a mirror, a magic object for sure, but no sexual parts that could be stimulated directly by the obscene, but spectacular scene playing out on the forest floor. The pure princess, the quintessential virgin, spreading and moaning, submitting and enjoying in a manner that would envy the most amorous of harlots!

"Good, good, then I assume the huntsman should be back tomorrow? I shall prepare his reward."

Now the mirror had to let out a bit of his own wicked humor, "I am sure he will be appreciative, but my guess is purely being in your service for this task, will be reward enough, for no man could ask for more!"

The Queen was beaming, her ego sated, and she was reconsidering if the huntsman should be rewarded at all, for the mirror was right, what greater glory could there be than servicing the Queen. She also thought of the huntsman, servicing, and felt a warming between her legs, what other talents might the huntsman have?

Now typically, the magic mirror only turned his gaze toward his master's or mistress' request, but with the wicked Queen satisfied, she left and he decided to continue to enjoy this unexpected pleasure.

The huntsman, Prince Stephen was naked, and the well hung predator, was thoroughly indulging himself in the enjoyment of his prey, who was likewise, passionately engaged.

The huntsman's tonge probed deep within the beauty's sex, penetrating and enjoying her clearly wet and aroused sex. His fingers expertly teased and prodded her button, first using one finger to gently massage, and then a second to roll it and tease it as the young beauty bucked and writhed in delight.

"Oh Princess, you taste so good, your honey so sweet, I wish my mouth would never have to dine anywhere than between your silky smooth legs. His tongue had probed deep and wantonly, and now, after thrusting and fucking her until he knew she was near ready. He felt her hands grip his hair, his shoulders, as if he might leave, but she fear not, for he intended to enjoy her very depths over and over until morning came to make them stop.

She begged him, but for what she could not find the words, she didn't have to, "Cum for me sweet Princess, that tension and need you feel, let go...cum for me sweet girl...feed me all your have, I want to drink of your passion and beauty!" She did not hold back, moaning in ecstacy as he was quite certain he gave her, her first orgasm administered by another, it would not be her last, for he would not rest until he had made her cum until her body could release no more.

She struggled for words, but he could hear it in her every utterance, "Yes, it was, and you were magnificent!" He had taken her all the way up, and then stayed there, slowing and nurturing her body back down. He planned for it to be but a brief respite, and wiping her abundant juices from his lips and cheek, he moved up beside her, sliding one arm under her shoulders to pull her up in his arms.

Now he focused on her lips, pressing his to her, and slipping his tongue inside, knowing full well she might taste herself there too. His hand slid gently down her arm, and finally his fingers intertwined with hers. The kissing passionate, he guided her hand to his hard cock and then opening his hand he placed her fingers on him, although she could barely grip half way. "Gentle, squeeze and stroke, tease both the head and the shaft, you will be able to tell what feels good to me, don't be frightened." He smiled and then pressed his lips back into hers.

As he felt her hand try to find its way, he moaned and grinded when it felt good, and was more silent when it didn't. At the same time he reached down and slid his hands up between her still open thighs, and curling his fingers, slipped his two middle fingers deep inside of her, to start slowly sawing again. He had brought the princess up, climaxed, and then let down, but he didn't want her to go down to far, for it was time to reach a new, higher plateau, only to keep moving up and up. He felt her react to his touch, he was sure her body was ready to soar again...for she was the perfect instrument, and although her first, she would never find another who could so resoundingly make her body rejoice and play the sweet, yet powerful music that he could...

"Oh Princess, you taste so good, your honey so sweet, I wish my mouth would never have to dine anywhere than between your silky smooth legs,” Prince Stephen said.

Snow was used to being showered in compliments, the fairest in all the land, the princess with the kindest and purest heart, but the compliments Stephen bestowed upon her were so dirty they made her blush! Though she’d dreamed, had fantasized, about such naughty acts, she was still, at her core, an Innocent princess despite her impure thoughts.

“Cum for me sweet Princess, that tension and need you feel, let go...cum for me sweet girl...feed me all your have, I want to drink of your passion and beauty!"

Her Prince was coaxing her to cum, she felt the vibrations of his mouth against her sex as he spoke into her quivering, wet mound. The new, wonderful sensations were too much for the young beauty.

“Oh Stephen… oh my god!” she cried. Her velvet, warm, dripping sex clenched around the Prince’s tongue as he granted her her first orgasm at the hand of another. Snow’s angelic face contorted with exquisite pleasure as her inner walls fluttered around the Prince’s tongue again and again. It was the most amazing feeling! Snow gripped her Prince tightly, riding out the waves of pleasure he brought her.

She relished the sensations as long as she could. He had made her feel so amazing. The greedy, inexperienced Princess was eager to feel that way again! She struggled to find words to express the great gift he’d given her. No adjective seemed grand enough. Eventually she settled on “wonderful”.

"Yes, it was, and you were magnificent!" Stephen responded in turn. He pulled her into his warm embrace.

Snow smiled and snuggled into him. She’d gone from fearing for her life at his hand to craving more of his touch. Now, his embrace felt safe. She wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her. The Huntsman was happy to be her teacher.

Stephen kissed her passionately. He tasted different than before, his lips and tongue having worshipped her pussy. Snow blushed as she tasted herself for the first time. She didn’t think it tasted like honey as the Prince had said, but it didn’t taste bad. Their kiss was wet and warm, tongues exploring. Snow shivered with desire in his arms as their tongues danced.

The Prince took her hand in his as they kissed, his fingers intertwining with hers. Snow’s body tingled with desire and anticipation as he led her hand to his manhood. Snow audibly gasped as she felt a man’s cock for the first time. It was so very hard, but also warm and the skin was soft to the touch, like a metal rod encased in velvet.

He broke their kiss to speak, and Snow’s eyes wandered down between their bodies as he did so, admiring the sight of her small, pale hand wrapped around his thick cock.

"Gentle, squeeze and stroke, tease both the head and the shaft, you will be able to tell what feels good to me, don't be frightened."

Snow nodded, her fingers gently poised around the head of his cock. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her again and she began to explore his cock. She stroked him tentatively, then a little harder, eliciting a moan from him. His cock felt nice and firm in her hand. She even thought she felt it throb a few times, which delighted her. Snow brushed her thumb over the head, moaned at the feel of liquid leaking from the tip.

As Snow gained more confidence the Prince let go of her hand and started touching her glistening pussy. He’d made her so wet with his kisses and touches, his two middle fingers slid inside fairly easily. Snow’s breath caught in her throat as he started fingering her, making her dripping flower all the more wet.

Moans echoed in the forest as the exiled princess and former prince explored each other’s bodies under the night sky. Snow kissed him passionately. She was enjoying touching him, but as her thumb once again encountered precum at the tip of his cock Snow wanted nothing more than to lick it up.

Snow moaned as she broke their kiss, pale fingers still wrapped around his great hardness, to gasp out, “You said I tasted of honey; I would like to discover what you taste like as well.” The Princess could hardly believe such scandalous words had passed her lips but there was no turning back now. Snow was already laid bare before him, her juices already sampled by him, might as well tell him what she really wanted.

Snow moved down on the bearskin rug and got level with the Huntsman’s erection. It was even bigger close up, a little imposing even, and his smell, his manly musk… Snow had to stop herself from inhaling his scent in deep for such an act was surely not proper behavior, but he smelled good. Not good like apple pie good, good like the scent of a forest after a rainstorm and something unique to him. The fair Princess licked her lips in anticipation of him. To her delight, more precum leaked from the tip of his beautiful, throbbing cock. The never ending stream of desirous precum was a natural reaction to the sight of the most beautiful maiden in all the land practically salivating over one’s cock, so curious and wanting.

Snow White’s red ruby lips parted just enough over the head to flick out her tiny pink tongue and finally taste the little bead of precum she’d been so fascinated by. “Mmm,” she hummed thoughtfully and with pleasure at the salty taste of the Prince on her tongue. Snow opened her apple red lips wider, enough to pop the head of his cock into her mouth. Snow lapped at the head with her tongue and gently sucked. She wrapped her hand around the shaft like he’d shown her before while her mouth worked the head. She swirled her tongue around the head, testing his reaction.

She lifted her mouth again and gazed up at him with her big brown doe eyes. Her hand still pumped his shaft slowly but firmly. “You’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong, won’t you? Oh, Stephen, I want to make you feel as wonderful as you made me feel!”

As she shed her yellow skirt, her blue bodice, and those scarlett red panties, the steam began in his corners. And as she laid back and spread those toned, milky white thighs, splaying her virgin pussy wide, the fog crept in from the edges, creeping and creeping. But it was how the prince feasted on her fruit and lapped at her honey, how hear back arched and her body shook as she came that made the fog immerse the glass, and the wetness start to bead. You heard the moan and growl as he led her hand to his cock, beads beginning and droplets emerging, but when those gorgeous eyes, and those cherry lips feasted on the huntsman's big cock, her lapping him with vigor and want, that he sighed and the riverlets ran down the glass!

"What in God sake is wrong with you? It is not warm in here, or wet or....?" He felt the sharp diamonds and jewels of her sleeve against the mirror's glass as she wiped away his reverie. Of course the mirror was magic, of glass and wonder, soul and spirit, but sadly no cock, no cum...only the heat, sweat and relief of the currents of passion and need he witnessed. He had not been asked, but as of the queen's departure he had known there was entertainment to be had, and the satisfaction of a voyeur was his only solace.

"Did you hear me, what is wrong with you?" The queen had never seen the mirror in this state, was he faulty, perhaps his usefulness spent.

"N - Nothing my Queen!"

"Fuck nothing, you are a mess? Is it that virtuous princess, has she cum to her end?"

It was now that he carefully parsed the queen's words, as he must answer truthfully, but their were degrees of freedom, and while he was certainly enjoying the travails of the princess, in no way were her current actions virtuous. And so he was able to answer.

"No, my Queen, the princess has not cum to an end, but may soon?" The mirror was quite sure that the Huntsman was not yet done with her beautiful and nubile body, and she would cum many times yet that night before she was finished.

"Damn! I wish he would be quick about it, what might so ever be delaying him?" And the mirror despite his best efforts looked back and the riverletes again began to run as he did his best to suppress his moans and simply enjoy the scene as it played out! He said nothing more, and to his relief the Queen went off to relieve herself out of his purview.

Meanwhile for the Prince, the Princess was living out his every fantasy. "Oh yes, Princess....Mmmm, oh tease and lick the head....yes, the tip...the slit....ohhh....gawwwwd....so good!" This was all new to the sweet Snow White, but the Huntsman was most pleased with the tender care and sweet worship she was giving his rock hard cock.


He sat up a bit so that he could run his fingers through her thick, dark black hair, "Mmmmm, Princess, you are....mmmm, oh my love, in fact I could not imagine having my cock sucked with such skill and joy...perhaps if you raised my shaft and kissed and sucked my balls a bit....oh....mmmm....oh yesss....just like that...now back....the head....ohhhhhh....mmm...what are you....look how good you are at taking all of me...my huge cock...deep down your throat...." She was a natural, as if she had been born to suck cock, and satisfy a man as no other...for her skill and wantonness were nearly the equal of her exquisite beauty!

The Princess was playing the Prince has he had never been played, and he truly knew if tonight were his last he could not ever feel any better. Her every swirl and flick, kiss and stroke had him groaning, writhing and arching in ecstacy! Yet as good as it felt, her irresistible body was too far away, no matter the homage she was offering his temple!

"Princess....you know...it does not have to only be me feasting on you...and then you feasting on me...but should you turn, and straddle me with your sweet and tender cunt...we could enjoy each other?" He saw the look in her eyes, and he could see how hard her nipples were, and could only assume how very wet her tight pussy..."You just need to spin and climb on top of me my love...I believe you are ready again aren't you...let's enjoy each other!"

The Princess held on not only to his every word, but every exhale, every moan, every twitch of Prince Stephen’s hips as she worshipped his cock with her luscious lips and tongue. She moaned lightly around his cockhead as he ran his fingers through her dark hair.

"Mmmmm, Princess, you are....mmmm, oh my love, in fact I could not imagine having my cock sucked with such skill and joy...

“Mmmm” Snow moaned around him louder, her pussy tingling greatly at his compliments. She did not question his sincerity; she could hear the earnestness in his husky voice as she granted him pleasure, as she fulfilled his greatest fantasies.

“...Perhaps if you raised my shaft and kissed and sucked my balls a bit?” Her prince suggested. Snow lowered her mouth obediently to his balls, switching position with her hands. She first took one hairy ball into her mouth, sucking lightly, then released and gave the other the same treatment. All the while her hands pumped along his cock, enjoying the feeling of his cock, slick with her spit, sliding between her fingers.

“Mmmph,” Snow moaned, trying in vain to get both of his balls in her mouth. She was a dirty princess deep down. Prince Stephen was not the only one fulfilling his fantasies tonight.

“Oh....mmmm....oh yesss....just like that...now back....the head....”

Snow placed delicate kisses all along his shaft on her journey back to the head. Her hands replaced her mouth at his balls, gently cupping them in her palms. She swirled her tongue along the head then plunged down upon his dick, the head of which knocked at the back of her throat. She moved back up, back down, again and again several times before returning her attention back to the head and pumping his cock with glee. She loved how it pulsed beneath her palms every so often, loved the taste of the clear substance that leaked from the tip.

She sucked his cockhead dutifully, drunk off his scent and taste. Her hand gently jerked the base up and down. Her tongue extended further as she lost herself to the pleasure of pleasing him, and Prince Stephen groaned as Snow White took most of him inside her mouth, almost down her throat!

“What are you....?”

Snow plunged her mouth down on him, forcing him as deep as she could manage.

“Look how good you are at taking all of me...my huge cock...deep down your throat...." Prince Stephen praised her and Snow basked in it. It urged her to take him deeper and she sputtered briefly around his cock, some spit leaking from her lips. She drew her mouth back to the head to catch her breath, then plunged him down her throat again when she felt up for it. She kept worshipping his cock like he was a god, her hands on his shaft and playing with his balls, her tongue and lips salivating over the head. She took him deep from time to time, challenged herself to lap at his ballsack.

Princess Snow White was moving on instinct, just enjoying the taste and smell and sounds coming from him. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was desperate to cum all over again, having gotten herself all worked up from sucking his cock.

"Princess....you know...it does not have to only be me feasting on you...and then you feasting on me...but should you turn, and straddle me with your sweet and tender cunt...we could enjoy each other?"

The Prince interrupted her delirious cock worship with an idea quite novel to Snow. She smiled up at him, eyes lidded with great lust. Her cheeks were flush and her red lips glistened in the firelight. Her hand gently stroked his cock up and down as the Prince continued, "You just need to spin and climb on top of me my love...I believe you are ready again aren't you...let's enjoy each other!"

Snow was breathless in her response. A small strand of spit connected her mouth to his cock broke when she opened her mouth to respond, “I believe I am ready again too…” She knew exactly what he meant. That wonderful, exquisite feeling he’d brought her. “We can give that a try,” she agreed.

Snow leaned up from Prince Stephen’s cock and carefully swung her body around so she knelt over him. She hovered her pussy over his face with her knees on either side of him. It felt a bit awkward! But as soon as her lips latched around his manhood Snow felt at ease again. The Princess was a natural at giving and receiving pleasure. She felt at ease with the Prince’s cock in her mouth. This angle opened up a whole new range of possibilities! She found it was easier for him to slip down her throat this way. Snow moaned around his cock greedily, wanting to hear more heavenly sounds from him.

"Ooooohmmm....ahhh....aahgg...ah....mmm....ooh....oohohoh!"

To say the princess was naturally talented was without question. But the things those cherry lips and that wonderfully wicked pointed tongue were doing to his genitals had quite literally left him speechless. Suffice it to say, this was no small achievement, for although he was not particularly proud of it, the prince , as did all other red blooded men of the kingdom, had been known to revel in the bawdiest of behavior.

Generally, it was late at night, full of ale and inspired by the gold in his pocket after a particularly successful game of Gold or Daggers, or what is known in modern days as Texas Hold "em! So, fully of revery and feeling no pain, off he and usually others, went seeking pleasure. He knew it was wrong, but all those lasses with the open legs and willing mouths, were a sirens call that few could ignore.

And sadly, he did not ignore them either. Rarely did he stay more than an hour, well, maybe two, of course the ocassional night, and well, once three days past, he was normally empty of either gold, bodily fluids or both, and it was time to bid a fond adieu! And as far as brothels go, it being a magic kingdom and all, the talent on display any given night could be exceptional.

Of course there were always the ugly step sisters, and the three little pigs had a very certain clientelle, as dkd the Wolf, but Red, or the various princesses a bit down on their luck, could all be borderline spectacular! Of course the one kept falling asleep, another had hair that went on for miles behind her and was quite often in the way when goind down or mounting, and lastly the glass slippers of that Cinder woman, that gave that certain thrill up your spine when her heels dug deep into your back!

Yet none of that, not the very best or kinkiest of them compared to what he was experiencing now! It wasn't just the way she could use her tongue to stimulate both the head and shaft constantly, now matter how deep she took him, nor the fact that if she had so selected she would have been the finest sword swallower in all the lands, however both of those were good. It was the unbridled enthusiasm she brought to ever aspect, the earnestness, and the wanton positions she placed herself in as she worshipped his cock!

In fact, watching her as she moved around to suck his balls and tickle his taint, spreading her legs wide for balance that he found himself gazing into her virgin offering, puffy light pink lips, drowning in her arousal. He reached out, but she was just out of reach, yet the knight was far too much a gentleman to leave such a beautiful and needy cunt unattended!

Somehow in the midst of he guttural response, his moans and near hyperventilation, he offered reciprociy in the form of a proposed 69! Lickity split the found the princess spinning around and straddling him, only momentarily pausing in the enjoyment of his cock. Yet now here she was, and he licked his lips in anticipation before enjoying the juciest most perfect peach in all the lands.

Using his hand he spread her firm round cheeks, and starting with her swollen button slipped his tongue in deeply and lapped at her folds. Was it her virtue that tasted so good, or was this just Snow? "Mmmm, even better than before!" Except this time, given his angle, there was a new avenue open for exploration. Slipping his finger, deep inside her pussy, he made sure she remained engaged, while his tongue began to tease her light pink starfish!

This night was going to be many firsts for the princess, her first time being naked with a man, her first time being fingered, going down on each other, 69 and now after a thorough rimming the prince hardened his tongue and along with his fingers let the princess enjoy her first double penetration!

If the response she gave by the way she increased the speed of her licking and sucking was any indication, not only were all of Snow's orifices fair game, but were happy to make acquaintance!

The Prince could not hold out much longer, as not his moans were muffled by the thrusting and teasing of his tongue. "Uh...ohhhhh...." Was all the warning he could give, before driving his hips up, tensing and beginning to fire rope after rope of his thick cream into Snow's mouth and throat!

Snow felt just a bit scandalized in this highly unladylike position: her legs wantonly spread open over Prince Stephen’s face, feasting on his cock like a common whore. Spit covered the bearskin rug from Snow White’s enthusiastic efforts to pleasure the Huntsman. She challenged herself to see how deep she could go, then how long she could endure with him lodged so deeply in her throat before poppinig off and worshiping the cockhead with her tongue while she rubbed the shaft. She enjoyed every moment with his musky cock in her mouth.

The Prince gripped her buttocks tight and spread her cheeks wide so he could access her as well. She felt so exposed but mostly she felt desperate for his tongue and fingers. He paused a moment to admire Snow’s virgin sex before diving in with enthusiasm equal to hers.

The young lovers worshiped each other, fingers and tongues bringing each other closer and closer to that wonderful, magical feeling. Snow’s legs trembled over Prince Stephen as he licked her clit, then moved down to lap at her folds. He moaned into her sex that she tasted even better than earlier. Snow moaned in response to that, throat vibrating around his cock. He moved down further still, replacing his tongue with a finger inserted into her tight, dripping pussy so his mouth lingered just around her taint. Snow’s body clenched instinctively, but the Prince slowly coaxed her to relax with soothing licks of his talented tongue along her damp folds.

His tongue suddenly started playing with her asshole and the innocent Princess gasped around his cock in shock! But despite the unexpected action, his finger pumping in her tight little pussy felt so good that his tongue on her asshole merely added to her pleasure and excitement. Soon, Snow was moaning on his cock again, ever louder this time. The dual sensations of his tongue inside her ass and his finger inside her cunt was amazing. She squirmed all about on top of him, desperate for another release but also worried about the intensity of it.

They may not be having sexual intercourse, but Prince Stephen was tainting her in every way but. The young princess was overwhelmed by all the new sensations he was drawing out within her, but not so distracted she couldn’t keep a steady hand pumping on his cock, even though she did have to pop off his dick now and again, unable to help herself from crying out in pleasure as his finger pumped deep inside while his tongue teased her asshole

She could not quite explain it, but part of her arousal came from knowing that what she was doing was wrong, but doing it anyway. And with each lewd act she engaged in with her Prince, the more she wanted to do it all!

All of a sudden, hot, heavy cream came shooting out of his dick without warning. As Snow currently had the tip positioned at the back of her throat, rope after rope of that cum poured down Snow’s throat.

“MMMPH!” Snow struggled to keep up in swallowing it all. He seemed to cum for ages! It didn’t have the most pleasant flavor but Snow didn’t care for the Prince’s potent seed was like a creamy reward! When at last she managed to gulp down the last drop, Snow popped off his cock gasping for breath. The Prince kept licking and fingering her as he came down from his orgasm. Snow felt her own would be fast approaching…

Never in the Huntsman's wildest dreams, or even darkest fantasies had he hoped that the princess would be so open and wanting of sexual adventure. But unlike certain women, certainly those a bit more on the submissive side, she was equally willing and wanting to give as receive. And now, in this position, the huntsman's well endowed cock alternately was a full 9 inches down the princesses mouth and throat or feeling her magic tongue work his tip while her delicate hand pumped his veiny, rock hard shaft! While Snow was nearly suffocating him in a combination o fher copious juices as she grinded and rode his face for all he was worth.

"Mmmm lllorrrdd...mmm goood...so...soooo...good!" Came his muffled praise of the virgin's skills. He was giving her his best, first plunging his tongue deep in her chaste vagina, and then rimming her surprising receptive and encouraging asshole. If she wasn't so sincere and seemingly surprised by all the sensations she was enjoying, he would have found it hard to believe that white as the right color for her purity. Purely going by her skills, you my might have assumed, scarlett, even black leather, perhaps accompanied by thigh high boots and nipple clamps!

He was smitten, in love, the girl could suck the silver off the sword, and as she took him, swallowed him, consumed him, he could finally withhold no more! Arching his back, not even knowing he was halfway down her throat, he fired, fired and fired, and the fellatio prodigy took ever burst, every drop, letting him thrust and rocket explode and delight, as she had earned every drop!

There was a simultaneous sigh, as she swallowed and literally caught her breath, and then, he felt those little hips start moving, and felt her juicy, ripe cunt press down, mounting his tongue, and the sign was clear, the insatiable ingenue was once again ready to roll. It was in that moment that the Prince began to wonder, just how important was it that the Princess Snow White remain a virgin, as, they had now crossed so many lines, that the term virtuous was only true by the narrowest definition.

However duty called, and with the Princess having resumed the position, it was time for the ex Prince to bring her home. Grabbing her hips he moved her so that he could spend just the right amount of time on each of her lady parts, a tickle here, a lick there, the reverberating moan, and then the thrust. Up his hands went and wrapped around her thighs, this was the moment, he could feel her tensing, and it was time to be a hero, make the princess cum or die trying with the rarest combination of lock jaw and asphyxiation in Magic Kingdom history!

Snow basked in Prince Stephen’s praises as his cum slid down her throat. He moaned into her sex as his pleasure overwhelmed him. The Princess did not realize how much like a snowflake she truly was to the Prince… unique in both her enthusiasm and abilities! Snow loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth, pumping his seed down her throat. When at last he was done cumming Snow popped off his cock and licked her lips, moaning in satisfaction.

Her pussy was aching, aching to be filled with Prince Stephen’s cock. She was so, so aroused from sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. Snow pressed her hips down, grinding harder against his tongue. The Prince did not relax after his orgasm, instead he redoubled his efforts in pleasuring her just as she needed. He focused on her clit and her sensitive opening that dripped in desire for him. Snow felt that powerful feeling start to escalate. Her hips writhed on top of him, unable to help herself from grinding on his face, an act more fitting of a lusty maid than a virginal Princess. The virginal Princess was learning so much… and she was eager to learn even more!

“Oh yes, oh my God, yes, Stephen!” Snow cried out, glistening cunt tensing over his face as she chased after her orgasm. She moved over him quickly, grinding on his tongue. Stephen grasped her hips in his hands to steady her as she finally came, her entire body quivering and shaking over him. It was even better than the first time. Princess Snow as in absolute ecstasy. She was so lost to the pleasure he was bringing her that she didn't realize how hard she was pressing her cunt down on his face, practically suffocating the Prince with her delicious young cunt.

When Snow came down at last she gave his cockhead a kiss then dismounted from Stephen’s face carefully. She turned around to face him again and blushed bashfully at the sight of him. His face was covered in her juices. Snow snuggled up beside him and kissed him passionately for several long, wonderful minutes. Her hands rubbed over the Prince’s strong, firm chest lovingly, gradually lowering back towards his cock as their kiss intensified. The more they kissed and touched the more Snow’s body responded yet again. She was insatiable… and she was beginning to rethink her plan to remain a virgin.

All of a sudden Snow White broke their kiss, breathing heavily. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

"I know what I said before.. about remaining “pure” and everything… but if I'm to be hidden away with dwarves for the rest of my life, I'd like to experience everything I can before I leave,” Snow spoke from the heart, her eyes shining with emotion. “If fate had been kinder, and the Wicked Queen hadn't intervened in our lives, we may have been married by now. Please Prince Stephen… I want to join with you in every way I can." The princess's cheeks were as red as her lips as she asked him to take her maidenhood. Requests so brazen were unbecoming of a young princess… but yet Snow was unashamed in her blatant desire for him.

The Princess had been a revelation of the most spectacular way. Earlier as he had met her and danced, he had fallen deeply for her beauty, as none could rival her raven black hair, her cherry lips, her creamy milk like skin, or her delicious, full, but dainty curves. He had danced with her, watched her, and loved but also lusted beyond that which he thought possible. For she was the most tantalizing and wickedest of temptation. Perfection embodied in a young woman so pure and seemingly unattainable. The Prince had lost count on just how many night he had spilled his seed in her honor, stroking his large and wanting cock, while trying to conjure images and scenes of the princess that now he was playing out in ways his imagination hadn't dared even hope for!

She sucked cock with a thoroughness and glee that was as enchanting as it was erotic. Guzzling his cum as if it were the nectar of the Gods, he felt almost inadequate that even with his substantial load now deep in her perfect tummy, he was certain, she had both the capacity and want for so much more, a hunger and enjoyment of cum that he had dreamed of, but assumed a fantasy!

And how how she rode him! Sliding and grinding, bouncing and humping in pure delight, a cunt so needy and sensitive that, no matter how much he slurped, licked and thrusted, he knew there was more. If she wasn't the purest of all maidens, she could easily have been mistaken for the most wanton of whores, a spectacularly gorgeous and natural of nymphomaniacs! He felt a bit of guilt, for apparently his opening of Snow's sweet legs, had been the metaphorical opening of Pandora's box, yet Pandora's, he was sure, could not possibly compare to the irresistible and delicious box of the young Pnincess, Snow!

He was about to leave her with seven little men, men who had not had a woman in years, some possibly at all, little men, with nice large cocks, that could get hard on the innocent stimulus of a stiff wind. It pained the Prince to think now of turning her over, the princess, HIS princess, the woman's whose seemingly insatiable needs should only be his to satisfy! Oh how happy they might have been, should the wicked Queen not have interceded, yet, a part of him realized he would not be here now, the princess wantonly spread and pressing into his willing tongue, had he not been ordered to kill her on the Queen's behalf.

If she was going to die, she was going to die of dehydration, having so spent her juices in enjoying orgasm after orgasm, or, if she so allowed, fucking her so deep and hard, that somehow in their exuberence and need they burst some major organ or artery, such was the enthusiasm and totality of their sexual exploration!

He loved the taste of her cunt, the sweetness of her juices, and the way she came, squealing and writhing, saying, more screaming words naturally while in the throes of passion, that the prince was not even sure she totally knew the meaning of. He was in heaven, having found the perfect combination of princess and whore! As she came down and moved up to cuddle and kiss, and oh how they kissed, caressing and groping, tongues tasting and diving, parrying and thrusting, taunting and enjoying, as hands fondled skin and hips, nipples and ass!

"Oh Princess, every bit of you is delicious, lips so sweet that the only thing that compares is the sweet taste of you down below. I could spend a life time kissing you, and another just tasting and eating your cunt! Oh to have two lifetimes to spend in such splendor, and yet we only have one night...." Yet he was thinking, perhaps a night and a day, for if this was it, he might readily be killed by the Queen at any moment, for he did not know the devious plans the Queen was already scheming to enjoy the Huntsman's talents for herself, then he wanted to have no regrets, no stone unturned, or more specifically no orifice not christened with the Prince's essence and seed!

They were so entwined that he actually felt a sense of withdrawl, as he had become an addict, Snow White, his drug, "I know what I said before.. about remaining “pure” and everything… but if I'm to be hidden away with dwarves for the rest of my life, I'd like to experience everything I can before I leave,” Snow spoke from the heart, her eyes shining with emotion. “If fate had been kinder, and the Wicked Queen hadn't intervened in our lives, we may have been married by now. Please Prince Stephen… I want to join with you in every way I can."

His heart raced at the prospect, and then he caught the subtlety of her wording, "...I want to join with you in every way I can." The Prince kissed her once more, moaning and thinking, taking it all in and thinking through the options. FUCK IT, he was already risking much, why not risk it all? Was her wording complete and thoughtful, "By everything..." While eating her sweet cunt, he had also enjoyed her tight and amazing pucker, and as he had done so, his cock had craved to also be balls deep in her ass. In fact he thought it might be a subtlety they could consider, while keeping her technically pure, they could enjoy amongst the most taboo of acts!

"... I never dreamed, but YES, YES, I want your purity, I want o couple with all the avenues your body encourages, and oh how you have encouraged. I too want to enjoy you in every way possible, dip my cock and spill my seed in all the ways that my tongue has greedily enjoyed you. Are your sure MY Princess, your purity, your ass, mine to take and enjoy, mine to serve and worship...if so, we need seek some cover, for this deserves time and privacy....let's find a cave, where we can finish the night, and start the day....for if I am to be your only one and your first...let me give you the first and enjoy you as many times as we can before we part...."

Back at the castle the mirror used its powers to plant the knowledge in the Princes brain, he knew the territory better than any, for her could see all, and the young and perpetually horny couple was only two hundred yards from a perfect cave. They could build a fire, and fuck like rabbits, and best yet, the mirror could see it all. So far they had been glorious, the best he had ever enjoyed, and luckily the Queen was not nearby as he could not help but mutter, only to himself, "Oh God, take her, fuck her, fuck her hard....for never had he seen a maiden so clearly in need of and wanting a good hard fucking!

The Prince had an epiphany, suddenly he knew exactly where to go, and so he gathered the fur blanket and then picked the naked snow up into he arms, kicking dirt onto the fire. The cave was already a bit warmer, and setting Snow on the blanket she could watch as he quickly, almost magically build the fire. Yet the glow of the fire, did not compare to the heat in the Prince's eyes as he turned back towards snow, leaning back on her elbows, her legs temptingly splayed just a bit apart!

"Thank you God, thank you Princess..." He moaned, for he could not care if he did die tomorrow, no matter how painfully, she was worth it. He knelt down and simply gazed at her offering, her beauty, for it was beyond compare, and he hoped she saw how he truly did worship her as none other ever could. But he was only human, and he reached down and started to slide his hands up her legs, spreading them even wider. "Are you ready Princess, ready to become a woman, ready to enjoy my cock inside of you?" And then, looking into her eyes, he moved himself over her, and started to lower himself down....

Prince Stephen kissed her passionately in response to her request of him to make love to her. Snow assumed this was a good sign. She knew giving herself to him was a sin, and she’d certainly sinned enough for one night, but the idea that this may be her only chance to lay with her handsome Prince, innocent young Snow White did not want to leave a single sexual stone unturned! She wanted to feel what it was like to be physically loved. She was eager and wanton and dripping wet for him. Her red ruby lips were puffy from all the deep kisses they’d shared. Her body was primed for him, and she would not turn back now.

He gazed at her with great lust as he described his intent to have her, to spill his seed inside her and take her for his own. Snow’s pussy throbbed in response. She wanted that very much.

She was more excited than nervous… until Stephen mentioned taking her ass!

“My… my ass?” Snow White responded in shock. The idea of such a thing had never crossed her mind. Briefly, she wondered just how many women Prince Stephen had been with to know of such improper yet intriguing acts. A spark of jealousy ignited in her veins, but it was not enough to deter her from allowing him to take her in his arms and into a secluded cave. He laid her down delicately on his bear skin cloak, then took a long moment to admire her lithe, beautiful body. His devoted, lustful gaze put her at ease.

"Thank you God, thank you Princess..." the former Prince moaned.

Meanwhile, miles away, the magic mirror felt its heat rising to a steaming heights as he watched the Prince prepare to take Snow White's virginity at last. The mirror had been almost afraid they weren’t going to take it this far, but he should have known better, having spied on many a tryst between forbidden lovers in his centuries of existence, most could not resist the pleasure of the flesh. He was grateful the Wicked Queen was elsewhere, for he was all fogged up and steamy. The beautiful young lovers were putting on quite the show, unbeknownst to them.

In the safety of the cave, the Prince splayed Princess Snow White’s thighs apart gently and settled over her, looking down at her with an intensely worshipful expression. Snow’s face was flushed in pleasure and anticipation, her normally neat black hair spread about her in disarray, her lips pouty, red, and deciedely kissable. Stephen’s hands steadying her shaking thighs felt like delicious fire. Snow felt his hardness pressing against her soaking opening, desperate for entry. Now that the moment was upon her, now that his impressive cock was poised at the entrance to her tight, wet cunt, Snow felt nervous, but did not want to stop. She looked up at Prince Stephen bashfully and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, eager to become a woman at last.

"Are you ready Princess, ready to become a woman, ready to enjoy my cock inside of you?"

“Ohh my Prince, I’m ready, I’m ready to feel your cock inside me... but please be gentle and slow,” the Princess requested. Her cheeks heated saying this request out loud. Her hands caressed his body, enjoying his strong shoulders and taut ass.

The Huntsman held her gaze steady as he lowered himself towards her. Snow’s lips parted and she gasped before they even touched - her anticipation so great his mere closeness ignited sparks of pleasure in her veins.

Snow bit her lip and rubbed her hips against his instinctively, causing the tip of his cock to slide against her. She ground her hips on him experimentally, enjoying the feeling of his hard, leaking cockhead against her wet slit.

The tip of Prince Stephen’s rigid cock teased her delicate, virginal opening, pink and dripping, craving his creamy seed. Snow grasped his shoulders as she stretched her legs wider and tried to relax her body to accommodate his impressive girth!

While Snow thought she needed gentle and slow, as their coupling progressed the wanton behavior of Snow the cocksucker would return. In time, she would find herself begging him to fuck her harder…

But now was the beginning, and his cock was huge, and Snow wasn’t sure how her body was supposed to accommodate it! She trusted Stephen though, so her grip on him quickly loosened, encouraging him to set the pace.

Snow White was a sexual epiphany for Prince Stephan, a wanton conundrum wrapped within the most beautiful riddle. The prince had no doubts of the sincerity of the Princess’ purity, but for one completely pure prior to this day, she had a wantoness and hunger for sexual gratification that was beyond that of any woman any whore he had known.

He only had this one night he knew, but he wanted to experience everything possible with her he could, enough to last a lifetime for never could he hope to have a more beautiful or insatiable lover! Even in his most taboo suggestions, she did not say no, at most a concerned curiosity. “My… my ass?” The prince chuckled and pulled her into a kiss.

“Yes Princess your ass. I have only one night with you, and I want to allow you to feel and enjoy everything. A woman has many ways to please a man and be pleasured, you have three holes, three gorgeous incredible holes, and each has been created by the Gods for pleasure, let me teach you the full capacity of your body, let me be the first to claim and gratify each of your sweet holes, for no man will ever want you more, or be better prepared to give you the pleasure I know you crave to receive!”

He kissed her again, this time rolling her nippled in his one finger, and gripping her mound with the other, only to slip in two fingers and gently fuck her virgin cunt! “May I Princess, do I have your permission to show you all your body can feel, are all of your holes mine to enjoy?”

He felt the heat of her breath in her kisses, and how her nipples and pussy responded to his touch. He had her safely in the cave, now on her back, her legs spread and asked if she was ready to lose her virginity. “Ohh my Prince, I’m ready, I’m ready to feel your cock inside me... but please be gentle and slow,” He would be gentle, unless and until the sweet lady proved she wanted so much more! This first time he would take her missionary, but this was only the first time, the night was young and they had until sunlight on the morrow. How long and hard did the Princess want to go?

His cock was harder than it had ever been, never had he wanted such. The sight of the princess spread adn needy, had his blood at a boil and as his prick ran along her pink slit, only to find her tight opening, it was his hand that gripped his long, thick slightly curved shaft, to guide his needy, dripping tip inside.

Despite her virgin tightness, she was so wet, his prick easily slid just inside, it was then she gripped him like a vice. “Relax princess, it will only hurt for a minute. Of any woman I have ever known, I feel your body was born for this!” He pushed more, she was dripping a cunt truly meant to be fucked! He pressed further, and he felt the resistance. “There it is Princess, your virgin veil, it is time to make you mine!”

He gave a short, hard thrust, and he felt the veil tear, and the quick rush of blood, as she became his woman. “There Princess, it is done… and I am here, I can feel how wet your pussy is.. how much it wants and needs to be enjoyed.. but I will wait.. and let you relax… “. He leaned in and gave her a long, deep kiss, “… tell me Princess, the pain is over, now it is time for pleasure, are you ready to feel pleasure Princess, to enjoy all my cock can give you?”