2 comments/  30138 views/  8 favorites

Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 01

By: kailab



NOW

There I sat staring so dejectedly at my mother's grave. I had needed to get away from everything and everyone, all they seemed to what to talk about was my fathers new bride, thus their new queen and potentially my new step mother! I had to get away from the jovial scene the castle reflected with its wedding decorations. It sickened me my mothers body had barely cooled before my father had rushed out to find himself her replacement. Well, that wasn't exactly true my rational side argued, it had been a whole year since my mother had died of consumption. And longer since that my father had even smiled, when the disease had begun to lay siege and her condition worsened the spark, that vitality that had been apart of him had slowly faded, leaving a hollow shell in its wake. 

Since my fathers courtship of Jasmine he had a new spring in his step and that spark had returned. It just all seemed too soon, how could he move on so quickly? My mother had been the love of his life, his everything, his sole purpose for living and now she was no more than a distant memory. 

It had been months since my father had deigned to grace his wife's grave with his presence. A bitterness that was so new consumed me, when I saw the weeds that had begun to grow around her tombstone after months of neglect. "How could he do this to you" I cried pain shredding my heart, hot tears flowed down my cheeks, as I thought bitterly that the only reason he gave my mother even a passing thought was because I looked so much like her. She had given me her thick black hair that I found would curl just like hers if I allowed it to get too long. Right now in its short state where it covered my ears and constantly got into my eyes it had a more wavy quality. I had her eyes, wide expressive green eyes and her red full lips that always seemed to pout. I had always thought it ridiculous for a man to have such feminine features and had wished to have the ruggedly handsome features that my father had, a chiseled jaw and cheeks, a full lower lip a strong brow and hair that adorned his face signifying that he was a man.

However now that my mother lays still in the frigid earth I find myself thanking God that I was blessed to look this way. Its been so hard to remember her laugh or how her voice sounded when she spoke, it scares me that I feel her fading from my memory. At least this way I'll never forget what she looked like or what her smile was like, although I have had seldom little to rejoice. I shivered as the first snow flakes of winter had begun to fall, I clutched my velvet cloak around me to keep in what little warmth there was. Winter, it reminded me of her. When I was born the only difference between my mother and I was that where her skin was olive and looked as though permanently kissed my the sun., I was white not sickly more like the color of fresh milk or cream. Or as white as snow as she used to say and thus snow white became her pet name for me, in fact it suited me so well that only the peasants referred to my as Prince Caspian to every one else I was fondly called Snow. 

Snow. It hurt to hear the name spoken on the lips of others when the giver had been so cruelly taken from me. I shivered again as the wind whipped viciously against my skin I detested the thought of going back to the castle but father would no doubt become frantic at my disappearance. I sighed as I stood up my limbs were stiff from the cold and inactivity, with one last look at my mothers grave I walked towards my black mare that had been grazing peacefully mounted her and took off at a fast gallop towards the castle.

AT THAT VERY MOMENT

"Where could he be?" Saul wondered as he paced nervously across the floor in his private chambers. It was so unlike Snow to just disappear like this without at least telling someone where he planned to be. He hadn't even bothered to take his personal guard with him! How could he be so reckless as if I haven't lost enough already, Snow is the last thing that binds me to Maria and he wont even take the proper precautions to ensure his own safety. At the mere mention of his beloved's name Saul's heart constricted painfully in his chest, no no no he thought to himself I cant wallow in self misery I cant lapse into a depression of what once was, for what can no longer be. No I have a duty to my kingdom to be a strong king, I have an obligation to give them a new queen. I have to ensure that heaven forbid that if anything happened to Snow there would be another heir to take the throne and rule my kingdom long after I am gone.

Saul understood that in light of the current festivities that Snow was having a particularly hard time dealing with the death of his mother. He'd have to be completely cold hearted and obtuse not to see how this would affect his son, it had been a hard year for them of that there was no doubt. But Snow would have to come to terms with the fact that as king and as a potential king duty had to come first no matter how much it weighed upon his heart, the people and the good of the kingdom come first.

Looking out the window Saul saw the first flakes of winter begin to descend from the heavens and settle upon the ground. "Maria, Maria I beg you forgive me what am I to do?" came his whispered heart-stricken pleas. So consumed by his thoughts he barely registered the fact that his son stood before him cheeks flushed, hair slightly damp with moisture staring at his feet until he nervously cleared his throat in an attempt to gain his attention. 

"Come here to me" came the gruff barely audible voice of the king as he moved to embrace his son. "No one will ever be able to replace your mother remember that. When I become preoccupied with other matters, when I have to divide my time between you and Jasmine remember that you are the most important thing in the world to me. Promise me you'll remember what I've said. Promise me" Saul begged his son as he clutched his shoulders and looked into familiar emerald eyes that gleamed with unshed tears. "I promise" came the reply thick with emotion "I promise father".

Father and son embraced as the world outside turned into a winter wonderland.

MEANWHILE 

"You Fools" screeched Jasmine her beautiful face distorting horridly with the force of her rage "Remind me why I even bother to put up with your idiocy? We should have been at the palace already, but now thanks to you buffoons we are going to get caught in the storm and we probably wont make it till night fall IF we are lucky" she bellowed as her carriage made slow progress through the snow.

Today of all days punctuality would prove to be a necessity, she had to ensure that her hold on that fool was as strong as ever. Not that she doubted her abilities to get and seduce a man it was that boy that would prove troublesome. It was the boy that constantly watched her with a weariness in his eyes that spoke of his utter distrust of her. THAT damned boy saw too much and quite frankly eyes that saw to much needed to be put out. Jasmine's cheeks flushed slightly a product not caused by the frigid temperatures but at the prospect of having those pretty green eyes in a jar. It was the prospect of seeing that pretty boy sightless and in pain that aroused a burning passion in the pit of her stomach and dampened the sex between her legs. 

Careful planning was necessary where that brat was concerned, to just get rid of that insufferable thorn in her side would no doubt lead to suspicion and she doubted the King would disown the boy. No this would require finesse, she would have to wait for the opportune moment, she had to secure herself as queen and then the birth of an heir, a male child and then well there wasn't any real need to have two potential Kings now was there. Perhaps a tragic fall, consumption could take hold, a sickness could ravage the body. Yes the pretty green eyed one would be gotten rid of and it was more a question of when and how.

She turned her head towards the sky as the snow continued to fall and cursed. "Enough you idiot" she shrieked "Clearly since I am surrounded by such mindless fools who are incapable of doing even the simplest of tasks I will have to deal with the situation myself!" 

The carriage came to a halt and Jasmine threw open the doors, the wind whipped up her red hair causing it to rise and flow against the wind. Her copper her looked more like flames that danced against the air as the witch raised her arms braced them against the wind as though pushing against an unseen wall. She chanted in a language so ancient its origins were older than time itself, it was the language of the earth and of the seas and winds. 

The witches voice carried across the wind, rising in pitch. The winds became violent causing a constant barrage of hail to rain down from the skies. The wind roared and pounded against the carriage threatening to destroy it and turn it into a thousand matchsticks. The carriage driver and the two personal guards too scared to remain in the carriage and yet to terrified to face the unseen beast, that had been angered, by their Queen looked on in horror as she fought to tame such a formidable foe. 

"I AM YOUR QUEEN, I AM YOUR MASTER! YOU WILL OBEY ME!!!" roared Jasmine "KNEEL BEFORE ME, KNEEL BEFORE JASMINE. KNEEL BEFORE YOUR QUEEN!!". With a final howl that shook the ground and made the trees tremble in submission the wind silenced and an unnatural hush came over all moving and non moving beings. "CLEAR MY WAY" commanded Jasmine. No sooner had it been said than the wind cleared the snow that had laid in their path creating a bank of piled snow that towered on either side of Jasmine. 

"GET BACK IN THE CARRIAGE YOU SNIVELLING EXCUSES FOR HUMAN BEINGS!" all complied for fear of incurring her wrath. And so they traveled without further hindrance.

LATER

All of the Kings subjects stood outside awaiting the arrival of the new Queen who was rumored to be as beautiful as their late Queen Maria. It was said that her voice was as beautiful as the song on the Blue Jay in spring time. Queen Jasmine was known all over the land for her generosity and kindness from squire to peasant alike. It was said that she never had an unkind word to say to anyone, and as a result the inhabitants of Devon waited with baited breath for the enchanting beauty who would be their Queen. They waited anxiously to see the creature who had so bewitched their King.

To say that the people were not disappointed would have been a gross understatement. As they watched, and waited a carriage of the deepest red appeared on the horizon the carriage continued down its specified path until it came to a halt. Time seemed to lapse, even the wind stilled as though it too waited for its Queen to exit her carriage. The hansom disembarked from his place on the raised platform, walked around the side of the carriage and opened the door.

An ivory skinned hand was first seen which the hansom held in order to escort his mistress from her carriage. The people were in awe, many had never beheld such beauty before, the woman that stood before them commanded such elegance and grace and yet looked no more than a child. Red locks framed an oval face which beheld expressive chocolate orbs and a soft mouth. The woman child let go of the hansom's hand and gracefully walked towards her future husband and took her place at his side. 

The onlookers noticed the flushed expression on her face and her almost childish reluctance to meet the intense gaze of man so much older than herself. Their hearts melted as a soft melodic voice carried through the air "Sire" the young Queen's voiced quivered as she bowed before her future husband, eyes firmly fixed to the ground.

All watched as the King placed a large hand under her chin tilting her head up until her eyes met his and said in a husky baritone "My Queen".

CASPIAN

I'm dying inside and no one can see it. I can feel it my heart which raced as the carriage descended upon slows to a painful thud in my chest. Oh God! How can his be? I want to scream, cry wail pull my hair out anything to stop the pain. It feels like a thousand knives are piercing my chest making breathing impossible. I'm dying and no one can help me. My father looks at her that Jasmine as though he were a man seeing the sun after years in a dark tomb. 

He's looking at her they way he used to look at my mother. NO that look is only for my mother- Only for Maria. My mother was pure not like her not like Jasmine. She is cruel her brown eyes are devoid of any human emotion. Its like looking deep into an abyss I feel cold whenever I look at her. OH Father cant you see there is no love there no emotion. Don't you remember the way mother looked at you with passion with love, with understanding. Father! I'm screaming for him but he cant hear me, he cant see me he only has eyes for Jasmine. 

It takes me a moment to realize I have gasped aloud when he cups her face, he was going to kiss her. He looks at me as though he doesn't know who I am, I don't register to him. He blinks and its as if a haze has been cleared from his vision. I'm panting now and my breath escapes me in choked strangled sounds. My pain is evident in my face my eyes brim over with unshed tears. Tears I refuse to let fall in front of her. My body doubles over as the pain becomes to much to bear, my father takes a step away from his new bride towards me. "No" I whimper I cant bear for him to touch me not after he touched her I wouldn't be able to stand it. I whirl around a hasty escape the only thing that is at the forefront of my jumbled thoughts and tumultuous emotions. Through my obscured vision I make out the subjects none can see what I see, they love her and pity me. They think I hate her because she is replacing my mother, its not true I hate her because she is evil! She chills my flesh, I'm frightened of her.

Run through the crowed my way made easy as they part for me, I race through the castle doors my feet slipping as I run on the wood floors. The tears fall unbidden down my face as I struggle to make it to my chambers its so hard to see they veil my sight. I fall before I make it to the stairwell and I frantically claw my way to the foot of the stairs and I will my body into motion once more. 

When I finally make it to my chambers hysteria sets in and my breathing becomes even more difficult. I crawl between the sheets, my body aching and trembling.

Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 02



THAT AFTERNOON

After falling into a fitful sleep Snow awoke groggily and groaned. His throat felt like there was fire embedded in it, his dazzling green eyes were sore and bloodshot and his head pounded out an erratic beat. 'So this is to be my life a permanent cycle of depression and angst?' he mused to himself. He shivered and his eyes cut towards the window that he had so foolishly left open. The sun was beginning its departure behind the moon and the whole sky was blazed with the most dazzling array of reds, purple and blue hues. 'Such a beautiful scene and yet in my melancholy I cannot enjoy it' he sighed to himself. 

Rather than hiding in his chambers and admitting cowardice Snow garnered up his courage, and washed his face in preparation of meeting the evil wretch and putting on a good show if not for his father than for the people who would one day serve him.

Snow opened the door to his room slowly and peered out anxiously expecting to be accosted at any moment. When no one appeared to be lurking in the shadows to jump out at him he made his way silently to the staircase and descended quietly. Snow felt more like an intruder within his own home than he did an inhabitant, every last one of his senses was going haywire as he got nearer and nearer to Jasmine. He felt more like a deer that instead of running away from danger he was moving steadily towards it.

When he finally made it to the bottom of the stairwell he began venturing down the hallway. 'God' he thought ' I feel as though I am walking towards my execution'. It seemed to take an age before he reached the end on the corridor and get to the door to which he knew the festivities would be taking place. He took a deep breath hoping to steady his heart before he entered the throng of guests and slowly turned the door.

His eyes flickered briefly over the guests who had frozen from whatever tasks they had been doing to cast their gazes upon the surely prince. And then the hackles on the back of his neck rose a mile into the air as he felt her presence. Without needing to turn his head he immediately knew that she was watching him, he could feel her eyes boring into him. He shivered as a chill descended down his spine. 

Taking another steadying breath, he made his way through the silent and stationary courtiers, to the High Table where his place beside his father stood vacant. Time stood still, as he walked the sound of his shoes could be heard echoing on the stone floor. Finally he made it to the table and no sooner had he taken his seat did the merriment continue as though the deathly silence had been none other than a product of his over active imagination.

For the courtiers the feast was a wondrous event, the laughed danced and enjoyed each others company immensely. The servers made sure that the guests were met with a constant supply of drink and food, that every wish and whim was taken care of. For the King however, he could neither hear no see anyone other than Jasmine. Though he consumed the food and wine, his body and soul feasted solely upon every eye lash fluttered, every shy grin or melodious laugh that Jasmine made and of that he was certain he could never tire nor be full of. 

For the Prince every morsel of food tasted like ash and burned as it made its way down his throat. His stomach turned and rolled causing a nauseous feeling that threatened sickness at the very table. The music and laughter ringing through the hall pounded in his ears, it made his heart race and his chest constricted painfully as his breathing shallowed. Silently he prayed for the night to end but as he cast his eyes towards the subjects so gay in their merry making he did not hold out hope for a swift termination to the evening.

FINALLY 

The guests retired to their rooms for the night, for a while the halls and rooms were abuzz with the excitement of the coming morning. There was to be a wedding and then the ceremony in which each guest blessed the union that was to take place between the King and his bride would be a rich union. That they would be blessed with many heirs and that their reign be a long and prosperous one. 

Soon however with the aide of soft feather mattresses and heavy laden stomachs eyes closed and soft snores ensued from the many chambers within the castle. All slept except for Jasmine, she paced the length of her room whilst she silently raged about the Prince to her bodyguard Sven.

"That... That beast of a boy will ruin my plans" she hissed "I see how he looks at me with distrust and suspicion. How dare he! Who does he think he is to look at me with such.. Such distain?! I who control the winds and the seas. I who can get the very trees to do my bidding! I who know magic and sorcery as old as the dawn of time. No this cannot be allowed, I will have to ensure that the boy does not hinder my plans. That old fool Saul is not completely under my control and any interference from the boy could prove to be detrimental to my plans. 

Jasmine walked towards the sentry "Sven darling" she purred each word formed by thick luscious lips " I have a task for you, will you undertake it and please your mistress" she asked stroking his cheek gently. 

He turned his heated gaze towards her "Yes mistress, I will do what ever you ask for me" he rumbled his words thick with arousal. 

"Such a good obedient pet, in the morning I want you to shadow the Prince. I want to know his every day dealings, his comings and goings. Where he spends most of his time and with who and what he does. But I don't want you to be seen you must be a figure among the shadows, a whisper in the wind. Can you do this for me?"

Sven shuddered as the fingers of the hand that stroked his cheek ghosted across his lips "Yes, yes anything for you mistress" he moaned. Sven could feel himself thicken although a male of impressive stature he willingly submitted to the woman who stood before him who looked to be no more than a slip of a girl. But he knew all to well that such appearances where highly deceptive. Many a night that same said slip of a girl had caused to him to moan and scream aloud at night begging, practically crying for release that was so cruelly and pleasurable denied to him. In fact he could still feel the kiss of the whip across his back, buttocks and thighs where his mistress had whipped him and ripped such a powerful orgasm from him that his vision had become obscured by stars until blessed darkness had overcome him.

"Good" Jasmine whispered "Now disrobe and get on your knees." Sven hurriedly complied and not until he was in his primary position of arms clasped behind his back knees shoulder width apart and a steel encased organ pointing up towards the roof did Jasmine speak again "Remain silent pet" She breathed in his ear right before a surge of power raced through his veins causing his back to arch and his eyes to roll into his head. 

THE NEXT MORNING: SVEN

The preparations for the day's wedding had begun. The castle was in chaos, organized though it was it was still chaos. Servants rushed around checking and rechecking decorations, the kitchen was abuzz with the sound of hundreds of ingredients being whisked, beaten, rolled and stuffed by capable hands. The halls were filled with a number of guests rushing to and fro and he overlooked them all in favor of one who had yet to make an appearance. 

Well he knew where the Prince wasn't so that was a start at least, he wasn't anywhere where his father and his mistress was that was for sure. Sven had woken from a bone deep exhaustion that kept him glued to his mattress for 10 minutes before he realized his mistress was not in the room. 

Sven casually stalked the halls avoiding contact with the other guests. Intent on his pursuit he dutifully checked all the rooms on the lowest level before alighting the stairs in which the bedchambers were located. Recalling an earlier conversation with one of the maid servants in which he enquired about the reclusive son his mistress was soon to be a step mother to. He found out that the Prince often frequented the nursery in which he was born because the late Queen Maria had been known to dwell within its walls for hours on end, painting reading or merely entertaining a dark haired, green eyed mischievous scamp.

As a result it was to this room at the end of an expansive hall adorned with portraits of the King, his Queen and Son and various other family members as well as acquaintances that his feet led him to. Upon reaching the large rouged oak door in which a suit of armor or considerable height and width stood formidably as though guarding the occupant from any threat of harm be it physical or mental, he silently turned the handle and eased the door open.

When he entered he gazed around the room noting the sizeable fireplace with its wrought iron grate and mantle upon which stood candles in their holders encrusted in gems that's sparkled in the bright sun. He registered the room once held the feelings of relaxation and contentment, the warm hues of brown and green clearly once sang of the laughter and merriment that took place years, months before. Now the room beheld emotions based solely upon sadness and anguish. 

Casting his eyes to the left he viewed the door that the young maid had said led to the room that the King and Queen had shared before her death. Eager in her quest to keep him in her presence she told Sven of the loving young woman who had birthed such a beautiful child who had been so frightened and unable to sleep knowing that her little love, her snow in summer as she called him slept so far away with his wet nurse. And so a King, a husband, a proud father so besotted with his wife had a number of carpenters and decorators working in secret, night and day in order to construct a room in which their child could lay and his mother could her nerves and check on their precious bundle whenever the feeling took her.

A quick scan of the remaining section of the room showed nothing of the illusive Prince. His eyes were met instead by two high backed easy chairs a book case in which every shelf and every spare space upon it was stuffed from floor to ceiling with volumes of books. A large window which had a plush velvet covered bench underneath it, opened out on to the gardens gave Sven an awe inspiring view of the snow that covered the hedges and of the icicles that dangled so daintily from the branches of the trees. To Sven's undeserving eyes to be an enchanted land where destruction and malice had never tainted or marred the beauty because only a few were privy to know of it existence. So engrossed was in this timeless discovery he didn't hear the soft footfalls that had been muted by the plush carpet. In fact it wasn't until he heard the melodious voice and was startled from his reverie that he turned from the windows to find the lithe statuesque form of the Prince.

"What are you doing here" the Prince asked wearily. Sven was awestruck to say the least, he had thought his mistress to be a creature of unparalleled beauty, but now standing before the ethereal beauty of the Prince he could clearly see how mistaken he had been. His eyes were briefly lost in emerald pools only to settle upon lush roughed lips. As his eyes moved up towards pale cheeks he could clearly see his mistress' envy that fuelled such hatred towards the Prince.

"My Prince" Sven replied before bowing to the enchanting creature "Please forgive my intrusion, but I noticed that last night at the banquet you looked out of sorts. I know that your fathers impending marriage to my mistress is nothing short of a shock to you. As it should be after all everything does appear to be moving so fast and I dare say that it causes you anguish and..and." Words seemed to fail him as he took in the Princes startled expression noting how the signs of obvious embarrassment had erupted on his face in the form of pink cheeks.

"I" he continued "I just wanted you to know that I would be most honored to be your confidant, if you would permit it." The silence seemed to carry on for an age as he waited for the Prince to say something, anything.

"Does your.. Mistress as you call her know that her guard is so loose with his tongue?" Feeling ill at ease with his earlier candor Sven began to rush into another speech "Your Majesty forgive me it was not my place. I was bold and his Highness is right to chastise". Much to his surprise Sven saw the barest of twitches to the side of the Prince's full lips and it wasn't until he looked into those eyes that he saw the merriment dancing within them. 

The Prince walked towards the window that only a moment ago Sven had been so engrossed in. "It was my mothers personal garden, she planted it herself you know. In the summer when the roses and hyacinth were in bloom and the robins would nest in their trees, my mother and I would sit right here on this bench and she would read to me while the summer breeze would blow the smells from the flowers, and the robins song would be carried along on the wind. And my father.." he paused and lowered his lashes and took a deep steadying breath before continuing. "My father would stand by that door that you came in from whenever he had a spare moment, or sit in that chair by the hearth and listen with rapt attention as my mother weaved her tales and made her stories come alive. There was so much love then, now, now everything is dead and hollow."

The Princes voice had reduced to that of a whisper and Sven had unconsciously shifted closer and closer to the Prince as he told his story. He could see the whirlwind of emotions swimming in the Prince's eyes, he saw the slight tremble and heard the waver of lips and voice as they spoke of the moments that had passed that could never be reclaimed.

"Its funny" the Prince said "No matter how hard I cry, no matter how many tears I shed it doesn't change anything. The ache never leaves, the feeling of being torn apart never ceases and she will never come back. It hurts, I hurt".

In the reflection of the window Sven saw as one silent tear gave way to another and another after that.



IN THE following days and months that followed Sven had been a vital part in the Prince's life guiding him through the tough times, such as his fathers wedding. In which he had barely managed to keep his emotions in check as he had to watch his father declare for all in attendance his love, devotion and utter faithfulness to Jasmine. He was forced to watch as his father kissed his new bride with such a passion that it stole his breath away and threatened to chock the life from him.

And when no one saw the evil malicious intent in her eyes when her gaze was upon him Sven was there to hear his fears, insecurities and anxieties he was there to wipe away his tears. And with Sven's unwavering devotion he restored his spirit, he gave him reason to hope. He saw once again the beauty that surrounded him and as a result he smiled often and laughed merrily. So close did they become that Sven was no longer allowed to call him the Prince, Your highness or Your Majesty from then on he was referred to as Snow.

However, not all was as merry gay and gay as it was previously portray there was a dark undertone to all of the outwardly perceived happiness. For Sven the burden of having to lead a double life began to weigh heavily upon him. Having to betray the one he had become so close to, the one who did not use him or hurt him began to take its toll upon him. Although he tried to forget every night he was reminded of just was he was, the snake in the bush, the informer.

And under the torturous ministrations of his mistress that's just what he did, he informed. In the room that witnessed his silent screams under her knowing hands, he told of every smile, laugh, tear and sigh. Upon the cessation of each purgury his mistress allowed him mind blowing pleasure as his reward. Although his body experienced the carnal desires it craved and his essence rained down in a shower of white crème upon the floor; his soul was damned.

His soul was torn because no man can serve two masters.



Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 03



HEY GUYS JUST A QUICK TEASER. I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY BEEN TOTALLY BUSY GOT GOOD GRADES EXCEPT FOR ALGEBRA FAILED THAT CLASS- MATHS IS FROM THE DEVIL!!!



MIDNIGHT: THE WOODS

My legs had collapsed from under me from the exertion, ever since Sven came into my chambers we had been running. He had brought the news to me that Jasmine had finally birthed a son. He then went on in painstaking detail of how Jasmine had planned for my untimely demise to ensure that her son would have my throne. Understanding the grave ramifications we hurriedly packed a few of my belongings and ran. The forest had passed by in a blur of dark shapes and eerie hooting of owls. The roots appeared to rise up to trip our unsuspecting feet and low hanging branches threatened to knock us unconscious. 

"Your Highness" Sven gasped "We must run, we cannot linger here the very trees are her spies". As I looked up at Sven a voice inside wondered if I could trust him, he had betrayed me after all. He'd gained my confidence only to report back to his mistress. How could I trust him now? How did I know that this wasn't some ploy to lead me far into the forest and kill me? 

"Please Snow, we must hurry if I can at least lead you to the edge of the forest then you'll be safe you could then travel to another town or village. But for now we must leave here!" His voice was laced with panic and I could hear the rapid inhale and exhale of his breathing.

"I don't want you hurt Snow please believe me!" 

What choice did I really have? Return to the castle and wait for Jasmine to kill me or continue with Sven? Neither possibility soothed me there were too many variables too many things could go wrong. A cold sweat broke over my body and the hairs on the back of my neck rose; it felt like I was being watched. Turning my head from side to side I only saw faceless shadows; that was all it took to make my mind up. We ran. 

By the time we reached the edge of the forest the first rays of sunshine had penetrated the loose canopy above us. The eerie silence from the night before gave way to an unnatural calm. After running all night I was cold and hungry and my feet were blistered and my clothes torn, but thankfully I was still alive. 

"Thank you Sven you've saved my life for the time being. I only hope she doesn't suspect that you were involved". I meant every word I would never have known until it was too late had it not been for Sven. Regardless of his betrayal he had proven last night what a true friend he was.

"Do not worry about me Snow; I deserve death and more for the unspeakable act that I have committed. It is only fair that I pay the devil my dues" With hands that shook he grasped me in his arms and hugged me. "Stay safe young one". With his parting farewell he left me.

Shifting the pack to a more comfortable position on my back I walked. And walked, and walked. With the sun beating down upon my neck and burning the ground underfoot I grew weary. My lips were cracked and dry and the emptiness in my stomach made me nauseous. In our desperate haste to be gone from the palace we had not packed the necessary provisions, those being food and water. One painful step after another took me further and further away from a certain death at the hands of Jasmine, but led me closer to uncertainty. I looked around at the barren land that surrounded me. What is the point death lay behind be, in front me and all around me. Why bother to fight the inevitable? What's the difference of dying out here than at the palace? Nothing my brain supplied except the fact that you would surely be torn apart by any number of scavengers. I couldn't say for sure but suddenly everything seemed rather funny and I laughed into the deafening silence. The sound that tore from my chest bore more than just a hint of madness. I sank to my knees clutching my locket that held on one side a picture of my mother and father and on the other a picture of my mother holding me as a baby. The smiling faces depicted mocked me- a reminder a happier simpler days. I closed my eyes.

THE TWELVE MEN rode their horses, at the front their leader a fierce and dangerous man with cruel eyes and a cold heart. Not even the men that rode behind and beside him wanted to risk the vicious rage that seemed to always brew just beneath the surface. These men were outlaws, bandits, thieves and murderers wanted by church and state feared in their own right but were no more than pups with their tails firmly between their legs at one glance by their leader. A frightening man indeed. The man they called priest rode his horse as though riding into hell. A frightening man indeed. 

It had been a good day for the men they'd discovered a mine rich with coal. After one of their men had been run through the stomach with a knife, the previous miners had been so kind as the leave behind their tools, and food and wine. Death certainly was an effective means to convince a man who showed reluctance to do a certain thing. None of those men wanted to end up like their fallen comrade, pathetically clutching their intestines and chocking on their own blood. A powerful incentive indeed. The remaining men had been allowed to leave but not before giving a few more things in return. Mouths with no tongue could not tell tales after few too many drinks at a tavern. Frightening men indeed.

Suddenly the leader called a halt to their riding; the sky had turned red with the setting of the sun. There in the middle of their path lay something, something quite large. The priest dismounted and walked up to the motionless object with his sword drawn.



Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 04



Prepared to kill whatever lay in his path, he was surprised that a sharp tap to the immobile mass caused a pained grunt. Using the toe of his boot he shifted what became apparent was a man. Well a boy. He gasped softly when he came across the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Though rimmed with red they still shined like emeralds. 

A moan from the pitiful creature brought his eyes to a full mouth that was cracked and dry. As if on cue a wickedly pink tongue poked out in an attempt to wet those lips. The effect was instantaneous the sex between his legs tightened as he imagines what that mouth would look and feel like wrapped around his cock. He could see it now the lad would be on his knees his hands chained in iron at his back. He would have his prick buried so deep in the boy's throat that those eyes would tear and pled wordlessly for a respite that would not be forth coming. 

He would bury his hands in those thick curls and force the boy's mouth to work his sex at a faster pace as he neared completion. Once that familiar tingle at the base of his spine started, when the heat pooling in his belly turned into an inferno, he would tear the boy's head away from his groin and fire his seed across those bruised and swollen lips. 

"P...please" the sound drew him from his sinful thoughts and he focused on the boy that had cast pleading eyes upon him. The priest cast one look at his men who stood less than two feet away. In the dimming light they assessed him and he them. Any one of these men would rape and kill the lad if given half the chance. They would share him over and over until he was of no more use to them or himself and then they'd kill him. They would slice his throat from ear to ear. 

He should really leave the boy here and let nature finish what it had started. He should really check the boy to see what valuables he carried on his person. It was clear that the boy had no business being out here. The boy was so unlike him and his men he was ... delicate. It was also clear that everything that he should do he wasn't going to do. He was going to take the lad back to their hideout, and dare any of these men try to take the boy without his permission. They would find themselves on the perilously wrong side of his blade. The boy was his!

Stooping down over the boy he lifted the lad and carried him back to where the men and his horse waited. He saw the question in their eyes as he approached with the boy. Yes. He saw the question but he knew they would not be so foolish as to question his judgment. He climbed onto the saddle after he had placed the boy securely on it first. He ordered the horse on with a nudge to its side with his heel without a further glance at the men behind him.

AROUND THE CAMPFIRE: LATER THAT NIGHT

"What's the priest gunna do wit' that boy? Marcus inquired of the men gathered around the fire in the abandoned church that they called home.

"D'you think he'll let us have a go at him?" Murdoc asked not bothering to answer Marcus' question.

"It's been ages since any of us has had a tight arse to plough. An' that boy in there looks more than ripe. Don't he lads?" 

"I wouldn't even mind having the Priest' leftovers, so long as I'll be able to fuck that boy it'll be alright." A series of grunts and agreements sounded around from the eight men that huddled around the fire. Their eyes gleamed with maliciousness in the light.

"You'd better not let the Priest hear you talkin' like that."

The men jumped when Doc spoke as they hadn't heard his approach. 

"He's attached to that boy and he'd kill any one of you that so much as looked cross- eyed at him" Doc continued. 

"So if I were you I'd keep my thoughts close to my heart lest the Priest catches wind of them."

All the men turned their eyes to the stairwell that led up to what used to be the *rectory*. Up there the Priest was with the boy, he'd been up there since they'd come back earlier that evening. The only person the Priest had spoken to was Doc, clearly even Doc had outgrown his welcome and been relegated to the *church floor* with the rest of the men.

"What are we eating tonight?" Doc asked. Immediately Harry a rather shy freckled man handed him a silver plate with some buttered bread and a hunk of meat, along with a goblet of wine. Doc thanked him before sitting down in one of the pews; he didn't feel like socializing with these men after he'd heard how they'd spoken of the boy. Discussing him as though he were no more than a slab of beef to be devoured. His thoughts were interrupted as Harry approached him and sat down next to him on the bench. His food sat untouched next to him as Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"Doc" he whispered aware that the other men were not too far away.

"Doc y...y...you hav...vv...ent b...b...been t...t...to see m...m...me in a while" he stammered. God he hated that he always got tongue tied and nervous when around the Doc. Dear God but he couldn't help it, just one look from Doc and his heart raced and his blood pounded through his veins. He worried his lower lip and wrung his hands nervous gestures just like his stammering. He could feel a blush rise up his neck and spread across his cheeks. He chanced a glance up at Doc through his lashes; he had a smile on his lips. 

"I know Harry; I've missed not having you warm my bed at night. You know things have been rather dangerous as of late, a lot of injuries I've had to tend to." He raised his hand to brush the heated flesh on the man's face.

"But tomorrow night will be just for you and I. The boy should sleep through the night but there is no guarantee. I'll have to be alert in case Priest needs me." He whispered against Harry's mouth.

His tongue darted out to bathe his lower lip, he heard the choked inhale from the other man and he took advantage of the parted lips. Slipping his tongue inside Harry's mouth felt like a joyous reunion after a painfully long absence. He flicked his tongue over the other man's shyer muscle attempting to coax it into playing with his. He licked the inside of Harry's cheek, his teeth, his gums wanting to taste and posses every inch of the man who was just as much his as he belonged to Harry. 

He groaned into Harry's mouth when his tongue finally decided to come out and play. His lungs started to burn but he didn't care he wanted, needed more. It had been too long, too many nights of not burying his cock deep into that tight passage. Being so deep and pounding so hard that he couldn't tell where he ended and Harry began. His hands had woven themselves into Harry's hair tugging him closer. His cock throbbed, it ached. Finally he tore his mouth away and sucked air into his burning lungs.

Taking in the state of the man before him, his cock lurched painfully and fluid leaked from the tip. Harry was flushed and panting his eyes wide and dilated with passion. His lips were bruised and wet from the kiss they had shared. Harry whimpered and reached for him once more.