1 comments/ 16590 views/ 4 favorites Snow White Ch. 01 By: *Snatch The Queen stood naked, before her magic mirror and chanted the chant she did every morning... "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest babe of all?" While she waited for the answer, the Queen stroked her body, admiring the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts. She pinched a nipple between her thrumb and finger, then rolled the hard little nub between her fingers. She turned to the side to admire her nice, firm ass for a minute, running the palms of her hands over the tight flesh of her buttocks. A smile played at the corners of her red lips as she looked at herself. The Queen's hair was pulled back in a severe twist at the back of her slender neck. Her eyes were cold and hard as steel, hidden by thick lashed which softened them to others. Her lush mouth could quickly become cruel when she didn't get her way. The soft hair covering her womanhood, was trimmed neatly into the shape of a heart. The mirror answered after a few minutes, "The hottest babe ever seen is, of course, you, my Queen." A satisfied and vain look settled on the Queen's face. She smiled and smoothed her hair, still looking at her reflection in the magic mirror. She beautiful as I am?" she said with a sniff. She called for her maid to come and fill her bath. It went like this every day until the eighteenth birthday of her husband the King's young daughter, Princess Snow White. The very morning of Snow White's birthday, the Queen went to her magic mirror as usual, said the same chant as always, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the hottest babe of all?" then waited for the answer she had heard all the days before...but on this day, the mirror had something different to say .... The mirror spoke it's reply, "The hottest babe in all the land, has a birthday today from what I understand." "WHAT!" the Queen screamed in surprise and anger.. she calmed herself quickly, thinking she had heard wrong. After taking a deep breath, the Queen repeated her question.. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the hottest babe of all?" She waited a moment and listened in disbelief as the mirror repeated the same answer as before. The Queen stood, still as stone for a few minutes while she thought about the mirror's answer. Then turning on her heel, she stormed from the room in a rage. "That little BITCH! No one is more beautiful then I... I'll not have it!" she said this between clenched teeth and called for the palace woodsman. The Queen would take care of this matter quickly, or so she believed. The woodsman stood and listened to the Queen's instructions with dispair in his heart. Everyone knew and loved the good Princess Snow White and now he was to take her into the forest and kill her or be killed by the Queen if he refused. He had a wife and five children to care for... he had to do as the evil Queen wished or his family would suffer. The poor woodsman told the Queen he would take care of it first thing the following morning and left the Queen's quarters with his head hanging low and a heavy heart. Snow White was so beautiful it took one's breath away just to look upon her. She was raven haired and fair of skin. Her eyes were the bluest of blues and she had pink rosy cheeks and lips. Her figure made men yearn to touch her, she had perky breasts, a tiny waist and heart shaped ass to tempt and tease. And tease she did. Snow White's biggest downfall was the fact she was a dick tease! She was aware of the effect she had on men and some women... and used it to her advantage. Until her birthday, she had no worry of anyone trying anything out of line, because she was a minor. But now... well, the woodsman was thinking that maybe before he killed her, he should rape her to make it look right. As they walked deeper and deeper into the forest, the woodsman's lust grew. He would glance at Snow White's ample clevage and feel his cock grow in his pants. Yes, he decided, he would rape the girl first, then do away with her. But with each step, the woodsman's guilt grew larger and finally got the better of him and when they were in the deepest part of the forest, he told her he would be right back and vanished into the trees, leaving the girl alone and lost. The woodsman figured the wild beasts would get her when the night fell and the Queen would never know the difference. Snow White sat and waited for almost an hour before it dawned on her that the woodsman wasn't coming back. She found a path and uncertain of where it would take her, started following it even further into the darkening woods. She walked all night, unaware of the beasts that watched her pass, and as the sun was coming up, she found herself standing in a clearing, looking at a cottage. Having walked all night, Snow White was exhausted and hoped whoever lived in the cottage would let her rest inside. She knocked on the door and waited. She knocked again and still no one answered, so she tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. Snow White peeked inside and called loudly, "Hello, anyone here?" The cottage was empty, at least for the moment. Snow White went inside and closed the door behind her. She looked about the room and saw that it must be the home to a number of persons. The kitchen was a mess, dishes were piled high in the sink and more cluttered the counters and table. Walking to a door at the back of the room, Snow White opened it and found it was a large bedroom, she saw seven beds lined up against one wall. All the beds were pretty small which meant those that used them must be little people. She yawned and decided to sleep until the owners got home. She un-laced her dress and took her stockings and shoes off before laying down. To be continued... Snow White Ch. 01 Many moons ago upon a stormy winter's night a young Queen sits in her bedchamber staring out at the falling snow. In her lap is her embroidery yet her hands are still. Instead she is thinking about her fate, or rather her curse, to be married to such a cold ruthless man. Though she dreads having a child by him, lest it be a son and become like him, she still wishes to have a child to at least love and cherish. For here in this strange land she has no one to turn to, not even her husband. He is either drinking himself into a stupor or out on a campaign to conquer another land. She has known no love or compassion from him, rather she has known cruelty, pain, shame, and blood. She puts her embroidery down upon the window seat, slowly rising to her feet. She moves to her bed and pulls down the covers, preparing herself for another night of rest. She blows out the candle beside the bed and snuggles into the warm down blankets. Silently she prays for that the dreams that have been haunting her do not come this night before she falls asleep. She awakens to a dim room when the fire has almost died down in the hearth, confused slightly as she could have sworn she heard her name being whispered. She finds it is also strange that the scent of flowers is in the air. But flowers so soon and Yule has barely been past but a week? She shakes her head thinking it is all but a dream. But she can not get rid of the feeling she is being watched. She places her bare feet upon the cold stone floor and moves to the hearth to place another log upon the fire. Just as she is about to turn back to her bed, she feels warm soft hands caress her neck. Thinking it is one of the servants she turns towards the person to tell him to leave her be, only to be entranced by the violet flecked with gold eyes looking down upon her. Softly the man whispers close to her ear, "What is it you truly want Morwen?" And without thinking she looks up at him, "A daughter who is white as snow, red as blood, and black as a raven's wing." Without a word he picks her up and carries her to her bed. Gently he lays her down, his hands caressing her softly through her nightshift letting her get used to his touch. She begins to writhe under his hands, her hands resting on his biceps as he touches her. His hands slide up the nightshift to her breasts, his fingers gently pinch her nipples until they are standing up on their own. Gently he caresses and massages her breasts, once in awhile flicking her nipples. She tilts her head back with a soft moan, arching her body up towards his. His hands grip the nightshift by its hem to slowly pull it up over her head exposing her young lithe body to his gaze. He smiles as he licks the half moon shaped birthmark by her breast whispering softly against her skin, "The mark of the Sidhe." She looks at him with a knowing smile and touches his pointed ears gently. Slowly her hands travel down his bare chest to rest on his hips. He grins mischievously as he kisses down her chest and over her belly. His hands span her hips and buttocks as he delves down between her legs causing her to cry out in both surprise and pleasure. He licks up between her lips to caress the nub that rests there. Gently he nibbles, sucks, and licks this very nub. Her hips squirm, her head is thrown back in pleasure. She cries out as her body is brought to orgasm, trembling from head to toe. With a whimper she barely manages to whisper, "Are these feelings what I've been missing?" He lifts his head to look at her licking her juices off his lips, "This is merely the beginning Morwen." He slowly unties his trousers, smiling at her as he slides them down over his hips exposing his long and hardened cock to her. Her eyes widen in surprise; she has never before seen one so big...let alone so hard...and she begins to squirm hoping it does not hurt her. As if he read her mind he whispers as he moves up the bed, "Fear not Morwen, I shall never hurt you. That's a promise. And Madoc doesn't break his promises." She nods, trusting him implicitly as he slowly presses his cock against her lips. Slowly he enters her letting her become adjusted to his girth as he kisses her neck and then her lips. She moans softly against his lips as he enters her tight wet pussy. With one final shove he is inside of her completely and fully, and she arches her hips against him never feeling so full before. He guides her legs around his waist as he thrusts in and out of her. Her eyes close as the feelings overwhelm her, she moans as his thrusts go faster and faster. She can feel warmth spreading under his skin and when she opens her eyes to look at him his pale skin is glowing like moonlight on a summer's night. Suddenly his magic washes over her and she cries out in ecstasy trembling as she has an orgasm. At the same time he groans spilling his seed inside of her with his eyes closed. Gently he slides out of her, curling up at her side like a giant cat, running his fingers up and down her ribcage as she trembles from the orgasm she had. He watches over her as she falls into a deep contented sleep with a smile upon her lips. Gently he kisses those ruby lips before disappearing into the shadows of the night. She awoke the next morning feeling more alive than she has ever felt since she was a child. She stretches in her bed looking out the window at the sunny winter's day that has dawned. She slips out of her bed her hand going to her stomach. Was it all a dream last night? Shaking her head she smiles wistfully, and prepares herself for the day thinking that surely it was all but a dream. And if anything, it was a pleasant dream at that. But as day turned to night she began to wonder if what happened was real, then would Madoc return to her bed that night. She prepares for the night, with a smile upon her lips hoping that he would return. For once she is looking forward to having a man in her bed, even if it is not her husband. Finally she has found the pleasure that there can be between a man and a woman; well she supposes he could be called a man, even if he is Sidhe. In the middle of the night he returns, and he stands watching her as she sleeps soundly. He walks across the room on silent bare feet to slip into her warm bed next to her. Gently he slides his hand up her night robe, trailing his fingers along her inner thigh. He smiles softly as he feels the warmth from her pussy, his fingers stroking her lips to ease her awake slowly. As she awakens to his gentle ministrations, she moans softly arching her hips up to his hand. Slowly he pulls his hand away with a grin as she looks to him. Licking her lips, she sits up in the bed and runs her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples with her nails. She unties his trousers to free his cock with one hand, her other hand still trailing along his chest and slowly over his stomach, down towards his cock ever so slowly and teasingly. Although she has never done this before with a man she feels encouraged to try, if at least once. She lowers her head down towards his dick, her tongue peeking out of her mouth to flick at the head of his cock. He groans, but doesn't touch her, letting her do as she pleases to experiment with being with a man. Slowly but steadily she begins to swallow his dick into her mouth, taking it in inch by inch. He gasps as he feels her wet mouth start to engulf him his hands starting to clench in the bed sheets. He whispers hoarsely, "Oh yes Morwen. Suck me." She smiles around his cock and does as she is told. She begins to suck on his cock, gently at first. As she finds a rhythm, sucking on his cock and moving her head up and down, she begins to suck harder. He throws his head back with a feral growl, arching his hips up towards her mouth. She brings her mouth up off his cock and twirls her tongue around the head once more before swallowing him again. Gently he takes one of her hands and leads it to his balls. She begins to massage them as she continues sucking on his cock. He tries to control himself and whispers, "No more Morwen my turn to pleasure you. Oh Goddess, please no more." Gently he takes her hair in his hand and pulls her up off his cock. He kisses her possessively, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. He trails kisses down her neck and the middle of her chest. As he reaches her stomach, he licks inside her belly button causing her to giggle. As his lips reach her pelvis, she spreads her legs willingly for him. His head lowers and he takes one long lick along her pussy lips causing her to arch her hips up to him. He flicks his tongue over her clit before gently sucking on it causing her to moan. One of his hands comes up between her legs to stick a finger inside her wet pussy. He strokes his finger in and out of her a few times before adding another inside her while he sucks on her clit. She throws back her head as she cries out in pleasure, quickly cumming; her juices squirting out over his hand. Slowly he takes his fingers out of her, and moves off the bed. She looks to him confused, but then he brings her up onto her hands and knees facing away from him. With a gentle but sure thrust he enters her pussy. He groans as he feels her muscles clenching around his shaft. He begins to thrust in and out of her slowly to tease her and at the same time, teasing himself. She moans and begins to pick up his rhythm, her hips starting to move as his cock goes in and out of her. Together they both increase the pace. She throws her head back, her long hair trailing down her back; he grips her hair with one hand to gain leverage. He thrusts faster and harder into her, she moans with pleasure almost like a savage beast, a side of her that she has never encountered before. She cums a few seconds before he does with a shudder before she collapses onto the bed; completely satisfied. He leans forward and kisses her softly, whispering against her lips, "Upon this night of the full moon, I grant thee thy wish. In nine months time you shall have a child." But the last part she does not hear as she has already fallen asleep. He slips off into the night after he straightens himself, never to be seen again by her. But in a few months time, she realizes that while her husband has gone what happened actually did occur. For soon she begins to show. Luckily her husband had only been gone a few days before Madoc had arrived. So it could easily be explained as her husband's child. Oh what fools they were. If they heard her tale, they would never believe her. To be continued... Snow White Ch. 02 The seven dwarves stood beside the bed in awe of Snow White's beauty, and of her exposed tit... Dopey's hand reached out, he was about to touch her breast when Doc slapped it away, frowning at him. "Who's the bitch?" asked Grumpy in his usual grouchy way. "I'm not sure who she might be..." answered Doc, shrugging his shoulders. Sneezy was rubbing his crotch and starting to drool a little. "I'm horny and didn't even know it till now." he stated before sneezing loudly. Snow White's eyes fluttered open, then opened wide as she sat up, alarmed at seeing the group of men looking down at her. "Hello." she said, smiling sweetly. Then realizing her breast was showing, she blushed and covered herself. "Oh my." she stammered. "It's okay girlie, nice tits from what I saw." Sleepy said, then yawned. The others nodded in agreement. Bashful's cheeks turned bright pink at Sleepy's words and he hid his face behind Doc, peeking around him after a few seconds, to see what the girl was doing. He reached down and felt the hardon he was sporting after seeing her breast and blushed even harder. Doc cleared his throat and spoke, "Who might you be and what are you doing here miss?" He tried to sound stern but found it difficult to do since he felt the beginning of a woodly in his pants too. The dwarves had been in the woods without any females around for many long years. Finding one in their bed, half un-dressed had unsettled all of them. Doc listened as Snow White told them her story. "....and so you see, I've no where to go and wondered if you might put me up here for awhile. Of course I'll pay my way with cooking and cleaning if you let me stay." The dwarves excused themselves to discuss the matter in the other room, leaving Snow White to wait for their answer. It wasn't long before they returned. Doc spoke up first, sounding a bit like a bargain hunter to the others... "Okay, here's the deal. We can do our own cooking and cleaning, have for years. Granted, we're not exactly the best housekeepers in the forest, but we manage well enough. What we do need, is some pussy... now if your willing to give it up, we might work something out." Snow White's face showed her shock at the suggestion, but since she had no other options, she decided she might as well go along with their offer... after all, it wouldn't be forever, at least she hoped it wouldn't be. "I suppose that would be okay," she told him. "Great!" Doc said happily, then continued, saying in a business-like mannor, "We each get to fuck you one night a week. If a dwarf is too tired, then you get the day off and he waits his turn until the next week. Is that agreeable?" he ask, leering at the girl and hoping she'd agree.. "Well" Snow White said slowly, "That's fine. But I don't wish to spend an entire night with any of you. I will do as you wish for one hour after your return from the mines, whoever's turn it be." Everyone agreed and the bargain was struck. Snow White had one more question, "When does this begin and you will use protection, right?" Obviously it would be that night because the dwarves began to argue who would be first. Snow White smiled as she listened to them bicker over who went first and where they would get protection. She got up and went to get some of the soup she'd made eariler. Two hours later, they still hadn't decided who would go first. In fact, as they left the next morning for the mine, they were still arguing over it. Snow White shrugged her lovely shoulders and went about her business, she would let them work it out amongst themselves. When the dwarves returned to the cottage that night, Doc approached Snow White and handed her a slip of paper, saying, "Here is the order that we decided on. It will take effect of the first day of the coming week if that's agreeable with you, of course." Snow White looked at the paper and nodded her head, saying, "This is fine, no problem." Doc looked relieved by her words and went to tell the others, stopping in his tracks when Snow White said, "And you have protection?" Doc turned back to her and said, "Uh.. well, not yet, but we will by the first of the week." Snow White nodded her head. Monday night came and so did the first Dwarf. It was Doc himself. He told Snow White to go into the bedroom and get naked, he would join her after a shower. Snow White accepted her fate and went to do as the dwarf had told her, she removed her clothes and lay on the bed waiting for him to come to her. She looked very sexy laying there, her hair spread across the pillows. Doc was very excited, so excited in fact, that while he was washing his manhood, he got carried away and shot his load of creamy cum all over the shower stall! Now let me tell you, Doc sported a tool of exceptional girth, the length wasn't impressive, but the width was amazing to behold! Snow White would have to have used both hands to circle around it! Getting in her pussy would have taken some work too, but for the moment, she didn't have to worry about it. Now, the problem with dwarves, in those days, could only have one cum per week and Doc had lost his in the shower! Instead of going to tell Snow White, he dressed and stomped out of the cottage in a rage. In fact, he stormed all the way to the nearest pub where he stayed for the remainder of the night, drinking ale. When he met up with the other six dwarves the next morning, he was very much hung over and pissed when they laughed at him. Meanwhile, Snow White had fallen asleep while waiting for him. She woke to an empty cottage the next morning and wondered what had happened to Doc, but of course, she didn't dwell on it for long as she hummed a song and cleaned the cottage. On Tuesday evening, it was Dopey's turn to fuck Snow White. The problem with Dopey, was that he really was dopey. If someone didn't tell him what to do, he wandered off and did something else. The other dwarves pointed him in the right direction and off he went, except he remembered something he'd forgotten and got off track. . Dopey ended up outside in a tree, looking at a nest of new baby birds, and that's where he spent the remainder of the night... his dick completely forgotten. Snow White fell asleep, naked and alone once again. Wenesday rolled around and Snow White was ready when the dwarves arrived home from the mine. She had bathed, put her hair up in a very attractive way and was wearing her petticoat when she answered the door, smelling like roses. The dwarves took one look at the beautiful girl and their jaws dropped open. It was Sneezy's turn to fuck her and they pushed him forward eagerly, making dirty remarks like, "Go get some pussy Sneeze 'ole buddy! Fuck her good!" laughing lewdly. They watched him strut into the bedroom and close the door behind him. Sneezy boldly entered the bedroom, already sporting a hard cock in his pants, which he quickly let drop to the floor. But when he got up close to Snow White, one sniff of her fragrance sent him into a fit of sneezing that wouldn't stop. He was alergic to roses and her perfume was made from rose petals. Poor Sneezy blew himself out of action quickly. He ran from the room after pulling his trousers up, sneezing, eyes red and runny, his cock limp. The poor thing was a mess for the next few days! When the boys got home on Thursday night, they heard Snow White singing in the cottage. They peeked through a window and saw her dancing in circles as she sang. It was Bashfull's night, but no matter how much they tried to get him to go inside, he wouldn't enter the cottage to claim his prize. He was just too bashfull to do it. Even Snow White tried to ease his shyness, cooing sweet words to him, exposing herself wickedly, but alas, Bashfull just couldn't do it. Now on Friday night, it was Grumpy's turn to have the girl and he intended to do just that. But fate stepped in and pissed him off before the dwarves got close to home. A Wood Elf had crossed paths with the dwarves in the woods and started a fight with them. It ended up a fist fight and Grumpy got the worst of it. His temper got the best of him and he fell, head first, down a steep slope. He crashed and thrashed down the hill, banging and pinging off trees, finally ending up, falling down a hole. It took hours to get him out and when they did, he was in no mood for anything, let alone pussy. Snow White bandaged his cuts and bruises and kissed him on the top of his head, but he just mumbled and stalked from the room in a huff. Saturday night was another dwarf disaster! The whole lot of them had eaten some berries they found in the woods and had the shits! The cottage was filled with the sounds of dwarves moaning and groaning with their stomachs in a bad way. The smell wasn't too pleasant either, even with the windows open it stank terribly. Sex for anyone was out of the question. Doc called a meeting to discuss the events of the week. The dwarves had decided that Snow White had jinxed them and that was why no one could touch her. "Now don't get me wrong," Doc told them, "But it sure seems the girl isn't meant for us to fuck. No one has been able to get near her without a mishap!" The others nodded in agreement. Doc continued, saying, "We need to get her out of our cottage, but in a nice way." While this meeting was taking place, something else was happening that concerned Snow White. The Queen had learned of her where-a-bouts and was making plans to do away with the princess once and for all! She was sick of hearing her mirror go on and on about Snow White's beauty! Several days later, dressed as an old woman, the Queen knocked on the door of the cottage while the dwarves were off working in the mine. She carried a basket on her arm that had a pretty, red apple laced with poison in it. She knew the girl never could resist a nice apple and would accept it and die when she took a bite. Ah, but she felt like a very clever bitch with a great plan for doing away with the little tart, Snow White. Snow White opened the door to see who had knocked and was surprised to see an old woman standing there. "Hello," she said sweetly, smiling warmly at the Queen. "Hello dearie," the Queen said, her voice sounding old and frail. "Might I have a cool drink of of water?" she ask. "Why yes! Of course, let me get you a cup." Snow White told her and went to fetch the water. She returned with it and handed the cup to old woman, who took a sip and then handed the cup back to Snow White. "You are so kind, let me repay you with an apple." the Queen said as she uncovered the basket and held the poisoned apple towards Snow White. The light made the apple shine, it was the most beautiful apple Snow White had ever seen and she gladly accepted it from the old woman. Apples were her favorite fruit. The Queen was thrilled at how easy it was to get Snow White to take the apple, but she wanted to be on her way before the girl ate it. "Thank you dearie, enjoy it. Good-bye." she told her as she walked away and vanished into the trees. She could barely contain the laughter that threatened to explode from her as she hurried away. Now, unknown to the Queen, one of her maids had witnessed her preparing the apple and overheard the Queen talking to herself about her plan for the fruit. The maid didn't know what to do so she went to someone who knew someone else, that happened to know a woman who had a cousin that claimed to be a 'good witch.' She told the first someone what the Queen was up to and they passed the word down to the good cousin-witch. And because everybody loved Snow White and missed her, the witch decided she should do something to screw up the Queen's plan. She cast a spell that would cause Snow White to sleep instead of die from the poison, the side effect from this spell would cause Snow White to be VERY Horny when she finally awoke after being kissed by a well endowed man... hopefully one would happen along soon after she ate the apple. Snow White polished the apple, making it gleem even more. She sat on the doorstep, in the warm sunshine and took a bite of the shinning fruit. That's all it took, one bite and over she went, out cold. At that very moment, the sun was hidden behind clouds, casting a dark shadow on everything. When the Seven Dwarves arrived home that evening, the first thing they saw was Snow White laying on the ground outside the cottage! They rushed to her side and tried to wake the sleeping beauty, but could not rouse her even a little. She was like dead weight as they lifted her from the ground and took her inside. "Oh the shitty luck of things," Doc said sadly to the others. They were all sitting outside on the steps, heads hanging in saddness over the fate of poor Snow White. The sound of a horse coming down the path got their attention and everyone looked up to see who was coming towards them. A big, beautiful white horse stepped from the trees, on it rode a very handsome man. He had dark wavy hair and a chiseled face. He was dressing in splendid clothing and obviously someone of great importance. The dwarves jumped up, staring at the man as he neared. "Greetings to all," the stranger said with a smile lighting his handsome features. He continued talking as he came closer, "Might I ask if you could give a refreshing drink to me and my steed?" Grumpy spoke first, "Who the fuck are you mister?" Luckily for him, this made the stranger laugh. The man dismounted from his horse and stood tall before the dwarves, making them have to look up at him. "I am Prince Charmer...from the neighboring kingdom." he told the group. Doc stepped forward, "I suppose a drink could be found, care to come inside for it?" he asked. The Prince tied his horse to a tree and followed Doc inside the cottage. Doc got the requested drink and gave it to the Prince, who drank it down quickly. As he turned to leave, his eyes fell on the sleeping Snow White in the next room. Snow White lay in a deep sleep, no sound woke her from this slumber nor ever would. The Prince looked down at her and thought how very beautiful and sexy she looked laying there. The swell of her breasts would rise and fall with each breath she took. He felt his manhood stir as he stood there. He listened as the dwarves told him how they had found her like this and could not awaken the sleeping beauty. After the dwarves finished telling him what little they knew, he sent them out of the cottage so he could be alone with Snow White. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked closely at her face until he could no longer stop himself from leaning close to plant a kiss on her pretty lips. The moment his mouth touched hers, Snow White began to stir... coming back from the deep sleep that held her. The Prince felt her kissing his back and was overjoyed! Her arms came up and around his neck, pulling him closer. Without a word, Snow White tugged at the Prince's trousers, trying to release his cock, which she had felt stiffen when her arm brushed against it. As she woke, she felt desire rush through her body and a demand for someone to fuck her overrode all other thoughts. The Prince groaned when the girl freed his cock and her hand closed around it and started to slowly pump up and down. He broke from the kiss and trailed kissed down her throat until he reached her beautiful breasts. One hand went under her to lift her up so he could work on the laces of her dress and get it off of her. Willingly, Snow White let the Prince remove her clothing and assisted him in getting his own off... They didn't speak as this was happening, both let their bodies do the talking instead. The Prince lay across her and sucked a sweet nipple into his hot mouth, making Snow White moan with pleasure. She arched her back, lips parted and breath coming faster as he ravished first one, then the other tit, sucking them lustily. She moaned and put her hands on the sides of his head as he moved even lower... kissing her taunt stomach and still moving down her body. Reaching the center of her lovely body, the Prince let his tongue trace wet lines down one thigh then up the other as the girl began to grind her hips, seeking pleasure for her dampening pussy. He could see the gleam of moistness already building in her snatch. The Prince worked his tongue between her pussy lips to find the sensitive little nub hidden there. He rolled it around in tiny circles before sucking it between his lips. Snow White was crazy with lust by then and pulled the Prince up to her and kissed his mouth before whispering in a husky voice, "Please sir, put your cock in me before I lose it! I need it so badly!" The Prince didn't want her to lose it and did as she requested. Quite well, I might add. He slid his hard manhood between the lips of her lovely pussy and thrust into it, going in deeply then hold it there a moment, enjoying the feel of her silken hole around his cock. She was very tight and as they began to move together, his excitement matched hers. In and out of Snow White, the Prince's cock moved, sliding across the velvet walls joyfully. As their lust built their hips began to grind against each other. Snow White's legs lifted and wrapped around the Prince's lower back, giving him more entrance to penetrate her deeply. His mouth sucked her nipples as he fucked her and at long last, they both had the most awesome orgasims imagined! Snow White shook as she came hard, her nails raking down the Prince's back leaving long scratches in their wake. She cried out loudly as his cock spurted his creamy cum inside of her and her eye's rolled back for a moment. The couple came together and fucked like there was no tomorrow! Afterwards, the Prince ask Princess Snow White to marry him, he had always hoped to find a beautiful and very horny woman to be his wife, and of course, Snow White said yes. Back at the palace, the Queen stood before her mirror, certain her plan for killing off Snow White had worked and that she was once again the most beautiful and hottest in all the land. She spoke to the mirror, saying the usual chant and was horrified by the reply she got! "Snow White has had some splendid luck, the handsome prince, she is about to fuck. And sorry, but you have to understand, she's still the hottest in the land!" The Queen screamed in rage and grabbed the mirror from the wall. She'd had enough of it's bullshit and ran to throw it off the balcony. But a funny thing happened, as she ran towards the balcony, she tripped on something and dropped the mirror as she crashed onto the high ledge and fell off the balcony.. Down and down she fell, screaming until she hit the ground below. Of course the fall killed the old bitch. Up in her room, had anyone been there to hear, they would have heard the chuckle that came from the magic mirror and the words it spoke, "Guess your not so pretty after all, after breaking your neck in that nasty fall!" Then it laughed and laughed, glad to be rid of the old bitch at long last. As for the seven dwarves.. they were glad to see Snow White leave with the Prince, not because they didn't care for her, but because they felt it was for the best and in hopes of their luck getting back to normal. Soon after she was gone, they went to a whore house not far from their cottage and had a hell of a good fucking time! Thus, everything got back to normal... and everyone lived happily ever after.. as should be. Snow White Ch. 02 Nine months later, Morwen gives birth to a little girl whose skin is as white as snow, lips the deep burgundy red of blood and with hair the black of a raven's wing. But it is her eyes that are different than human eyes. Her eyes are violet in color, a violet so rich like the flower it is named after. The king and queen decide to name their daughter Rhoswen, but her mother nicknames her Snow White because of that snowy evening when Rhoswen was conceived. Behind the king and queen's backs, many of the nobles call the newborn child not of this world; some even say she is the spawn of the Devil. This is a land that believes in one God that her mother has married into and is not like her homeland where they still believe in magic and the supernatural. But the king is very pleased to finally have a child that he can call his own. And if he ever did hear the things the nobles say about his daughter, he would have them beheaded for treason. But all is not well with this picture perfect family. Morwen steadily declines into a depression that no one can bring her out of. It is as if she is pining for something that no human man or woman can give her. It is a complete mystery even to the royal court doctors who the king employs. In the summer of Rhoswen's second year Morwen's condition worsens. Morwen sits on the balcony which overlooks the courtyard with Rhoswen playing at her feet. Morwen rises to her feet and walks with skirts swirling about her ankles to the balustrade. Rhoswen totters after her, with a giggle as she looks up at her mother. With a half-hearted smile Morwen pets the top of Rhoswen's head. Without a second thought Morwen steps up onto the wide stone railing, lifting her face to the sun one last time. She walks off the edge, her skirts and fiery hair flowing out behind her. None are in the courtyard when she lands upon the cobblestones below, her head turning at an unnatural angle, her skull cracking open like an egg. The servants see nothing wrong when Rhoswen goes running past, thinking it is merely a game she is playing. Her bare feet take her out into the courtyard, and towards her mother's prone body. She sits down beside her mother upon the warm stones. "Mama?" Her pudgy little hands touch the gaping wound where blood and brain matter still seep out. "Mama? Mama!" Tears pour down her round cheeks, not comprehending as to why her mother won't respond. Booted footsteps can be heard as her father comes out, disturbed by her cries. She totters towards him, pudgy hands soaked in her mother's blood reaching up to him/ "Papa, papa! Mama!" He lifts her into his arms trying to soothe her. She sobs until no more tears will come and all that will come out is hiccups. One of the castle's guards comes to stand beside the king and princess, making the sign of the cross. He coughs softly, "Your Majesty?" Dresden looks to the young guard. "Get the priest. We will say she was pushed. She will be buried the proper way, the Dravincian way. Do we have an understanding?" He bows towards Dresden and Rhoswen. "Yes Your Majesty." He straightens before turning and running to get the priest. By this time, Rhoswen has fallen asleep in her father's embrace. With a sigh, he too makes his way into the castle to prepare for the days ahead. The rest of the week passes by quickly, as if Dresden is in a fog. Who would have known that he would feel this way upon Morwen's death? Was there anything he could have done to prevent it? He stares at the flickering flames in the hearth as these thoughts go through his mind. He lifts his goblet from the table beside him, swirling the wine inside. With a snarl, he hurls the goblet across the room. Perhaps, just perhaps, if he had been here more often this wouldn't have happened. He braces his elbows upon his knees, lowering his head into his hands. And to think, he lied to a priest. A priest! Of all the people to lie to, he chose a priest! His throat tightens trying to fight back a sob. He must be strong, at least for Rhoswen. What did Morwen call her? Ah yes, Snow White. Silent tears course down his cheeks. What will he tell Rhoswen when she's older? Will she even ask? What if she decides to not speak at all? He runs his fingers through his hair. Too many 'what ifs'. If only he could go back in time to change the way he treated Morwen. A hoarse laugh escapes realizing where his thoughts are going. What foolishness is this that he thinks he can go and change the past? He grabs the half empty bottle of wine and drinks deeply from it to chase away the ghosts in his mind. It is only when the bottle is empty; does Dresden finds solace in an alcohol induced sleep. The years pass, each year the same as the last, with Rhoswen growing bigger each year from a pudgy toddler to a cute young girl. Dresden makes sure she has everything she needs. He never hired a nanny to take care of her. However, there were a few of the servants who also took care of her, surrogate mothers of sorts. Both Dresden and Rhoswen are seated at a table in his study, him teaching her how to write. He smiles fondly seeing how much she has grown in the six years since her mother's death. She sets the quill down, her gaze turning from the parchment in front of her to the wispy white clouds in the sky outside the window. Dresden brushes soft tendrils out of her face. "What is it Snow White?" She blinks a few times coming out of her daydream. "Papa, I see a lot of children with both a mother and father. Where is my mother?" He runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair, wondering how to put this gently. "Remember when the priest was talking about heaven?" Silently she nods. "Your mother went to heaven when you were very little." She frowns, staying silent for a moment, as if trying to remember that day. "Do you think she is happy?" Just to do something with his hands, he screws the lid back on the jar of ink. "I think she misses you. But the priest always says heaven is a happy place." He smiles. "I also think she watches you from heaven and is very proud of you." "Do you miss her papa?" "Yes. Sometimes when I watch you, you remind me of her. Now, I think our lesson is done for today. Why don't you go and play? It is a beautiful day." He does not realize that soon things will change. It is All Hallows Eve, and for once, her father is allowing her to attend the masquerade! She sits upon the dais next to her father, watching the courtiers dancing. A commotion at the entrance of the hall makes everyone stop and stare; including the musicians. There is a nervous giggle which is quickly silenced. For standing there is a woman with sun-kissed skin, chestnut curls that are piled on top of her head, and a deep red velvet gown with gold embroidery and a matching mask. She seems to glide across the floor to the dais. She curtsies low to Dresden and Rhoswen, so low her forehead almost touches the floor, the sleeves of her gown trailing on the floor. Her voice is smooth and sweet like honey with the hint of an exotic accent when she speaks. "I bring greetings from a far away land, Your Majesty and Your Highness." Dresden raises a bushy eyebrow. "Rise, my Lady. Pray tell which far away land do you hail from?" She rises from her curtsy with cat-like grace. "I come from a land across the southern desert that your men have yet to traverse Your Majesty." He stays quiet for a moment, thinking. After what seems an eternity of silence, he speaks. "May I presume you have a retinue?" "Yes Your Majesty." "I will have the chamberlain give you and your retinue the north tower. We will talk more on the morrow." He waves a hand to the musicians. "Let the masquerade resume." She curtsies once more. "Thank you, Your Majesty." She backs away a few steps from the dais. She pivots with her skirts swirling around her, before she walks out of the hall. Once out of the hall she smiles to herself thinking of how easy this just may be. After stopping a few servants for directions, she eventually finds her way to the north tower. She lifts her skirts walking up the stairs. She chuckles softly to herself as she spins in place inside the top room of the tower. Yes, here she will be able to do her spells. And soon this kingdom will be hers to control. And the princess? She will be dealt with in due time...if she can't control her that is. Back in the hall, Rhoswen laughs as her father spins her around, her black hair in curls fanning out behind her. Dresden sets her down on the dais, leaning forward to kiss her on the top of her head. He taps her on the tip of her nose. "Someday my little Snow White, you will be dancing with a Prince at the balls and masquerades, but not tonight. It is late off to bed with you." Rhoswen stifles a yawn. She looks up to her father with a sleepy smile. "Yes papa." She stands up on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "Good night papa." She beckons to her personal servant as she goes to her chambers. It is only a matter of moments after she takes off her gown that she falls into a deep sleep with dreams of brightly coloured clad dancing lords and ladies, definitely pleasant dreams for a young princess. The next day dawns with a late autumn chill. Rhoswen awakens Jocelynne, her personal servant, wanting to get an early start. "Just think Jocelynne! Someone from across the southern desert! Do you think papa will let her stay? Maybe the kingdoms will trade." Jocelynne chuckles as she brushes out Rhoswen's hair. "It is exciting, I must admit. Trade? Perhaps, it all depends upon your father." She smiles once the tangles are all out. "There we go Your Highness. All ready for the day." Rhoswen smiles brightly. "Thank you Jocelynne!" She gets to her feet and hurries to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast from Craiden. Upon hearing her enter, he looks towards her, turning his attention from the mince meat pie he is making. "What would you like this morning Your Highness?" "Can you make me sweet cakes? With fresh butter and berries on top?" "Of course princess. Head out to the dining hall. I will bring them to you myself." "Thank you Craiden!" She skips out into the dining hall to have her breakfast. Once the sweet cakes are done, Rhoswen walks back to her room. She moves to her vanity table to open a mahogany box. Inside lies a silver tiara with roses engraved in the metal. Jocelynne comes over from making Rhoswen's bed. Rhoswen sits upon the padded stool as Jocelynne, once again, brushes Rhoswen's hair. "I need to wear my tiara today. Can you do something?" Jocelynne smiles. "How about braids?" "Sounds good." With deft fingers Jocelynne braids Rhoswen's hair. Once the four braids, two on each side, are done they are tied at the nape of her neck with a blue silk ribbon that matches the blue of her dress. Carefully Jocelynne picks up the tiara and places it on top of Rhoswen's head. "There we go princess. All ready for the audience with the foreign emissary." Rhoswen hugs Jocelynne quickly before heading to the hall. She looks up at the two guards who are beside the double oak doors. They bow at the waist to her. "Good morning Princess Rhoswen," they both say in unison. They open the double oak doors for her. Her slippers whisper across the stones as she makes her way to the dais. She takes her seat on the left side of her father's throne. She fixes her skirts around her then looks up at her father. "Will we trade with her kingdom papa?" He turns his attention from the doors to Rhoswen. "Perhaps. It depends on what they have to offer." He looks to the doors catching movement from the corner of his eye. "Ah, there's our guest." Lilith makes her way to the dais looking more beautiful than the prior night. Her chestnut brown curls cascade down her back to her waist. She wears a gown of deep forest green silk that leaves her shoulders partially bare and a gold chain that hangs low on her hips and trails down the outside of her right leg ending in an emerald teardrop. What makes Dresden raise his eyebrows is the diaphanous veil that covers her from below her eyes down to her collarbone. She curtsies to the royal family. "Greetings Your Majesty and Your Highness. I am the Lady Lilith vil Zatar, niece and emissary of Tajah Jakare of Azkabaal." Dresden nods. "Welcome Lady Lilith vil Zatar of Azkabaal. What brings you so far north?" "I come representing Azkabaal in hopes of trade Your Majesty." Dresden rubs his chin thoughtfully. "And what is it that you bring for trade?" "Perfumes, spices, minerals and gems that can only be found in the south. As well as the teachings from our philosophers." "And what would you ask for in trade that would benefit Azkabaal?" "Coal, furs, silver and wood that can only be found in the north." "I will think about it. Until then you may walk around the castle at your leisure. I will summon you when I have made my decision." "Thank you Your Majesty." She curtsies and makes her way out of the hall. She walks up to the top room of the tower and looks to her faithful mute eunuch. He removes her gold chain belt and then her veil. She pats him on the cheek as she lounges on the couch. "I think tonight I will start with the spells." She can't help but purr in anticipation. Idly she runs her fingers through his hair as she thinks. Slowly she falls into a sleep lulled by petting her eunuch's hair. To be continued...