"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?"
"Ah, my Queen, it used to be you, but that sweet innocent pussy is hard to refuse."
Fuming, the Queen watched as her magic mirror began to drool. Through his reflective surface he displayed Snow White's chambers. The young woman was laying on her bed. Her naked form writhed atop the covers as her fingers dove into her dripping pussy. First one, then two. Her thumb rubbed across her clit as the Queen watched her bring herself to a satisfying orgasm. The mirror shuddered along with the woman displayed as fresh juices escaped the clean-shaven pussy before them.
The mirror fogged over and replaced the image of the panting woman with a sweating face, "I'm sorry my Queen, but that pussy is just too delectable."
Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth she called for her huntsman. 'That's it,' she thought, "She will not take away my throne. I will always be the fairest of them all.'
Aaron appeared as directed in the Queen's chambers. His tall, strong form made her pussy tingle. She smiled, remembering the red curls that covered his muscular frame. The fur on his chest that she would run her fingers through. The curls that tickled her pussy as his hard cock drove into her. Ideas of revenge faded as her knees grew weak remembering their times together. She lifted the hem of her gown showing the hunter her bare, bushy pussy. Lifting a leg onto the trunk at the foot of the bed she stared at him.
Aaron knew what that meant. He placed his sword on the bed and knelt between her legs. His hands grabbed her arse as his tongue licked the hidden slit. The musky juices of the older woman flowed over his chin. She moaned, pushing her hips forward. His tongue pushed between her lips, the tip exploring the spaces within. Moving his hands around his fingers spread her lips giving him a full view of her excited pussy and pulsing clit.
He ran a finger up the exposed flesh, starting at her arse, slowly gliding around the entrance to her cunt. She groaned as he continued up to her clit, pressing the finger on the sensitive nub. Her body convulsed as he drove his tongue into her pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, in and out of her wet snatch. Her hands dropped on his head as her dress dropped over him, hiding him from view.
His tongue pressed against the edge of her pussy as it slid out of her and up to replace his fingers. As his tongue flicked over her clit he slammed two fingers deep into her. Holding them inside he wiggled the tips, pulsing them against her sweet spot and making her cry out. He sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her body shudder with an orgasm. Holding her tight he continued to pump his fingers inside her, flicking her clit with his tongue. She screamed and tried to pull away, to no avail. As her juices ran down his arm, he eased his fingers out of her and leaned back, removing himself from her robes.
She looked down at him, her excitement covering his face and arm. The hard bulge in his pants begged to be released. She smiled to herself, rearranged her gown and stood back from him.
"Take Snow White into the woods and kill her," she commanded of her huntsman, "Bring me back her heart as proof of your deed and I will allow you to relieve your tension in my tight arse." She knew this would be incentive for him to comply. He liked to drive into her tight hole, an act she didn't allow often.
Standing, his hard cock protruding out and difficult to miss, he grabbed his sword, bowed, and left the room. Walking towards Snow's room he considered how he was going to achieve his task. Snow was a beautiful young woman with a pure heart. She had not been with a man and her innocence was the envy of every woman at court, and every knight wanted to take her. She didn't flirt, she didn't tease. She was pure sweetness. Killing her would be a travesty to the kingdom. But he had his orders.
He was still pondering his dilemma when Snow approached him.
"Huntsman, I wish to go for a walk in the woods, will you accompany me to keep me safe?"
He was honoured she asked for him. This was the perfect opportunity to complete his task. "Of course, my Princess."
***
She skipped in front of him like a young, giddy girl, despite her adult age. She giggled as she looked over her shoulder at him, her dark brown eyes smiling innocently at his stern face. Deeper into the woods she danced, oblivious to the intentions of her protector. Eventually she collapsed onto a rock, exhausted of her twirling. Her soft eyes looked at him.
"What's wrong?" she panted, "You have been serious all day."
He couldn't lie to her. She deserved to know her fate. "I have been tasked with ending your life, here and now."
Her smile faded from her face, fear shone from her eyes. "Why?" her voice wavered.
"She has commanded it and so I obey." He regretted his loyalty to the Queen but had no recourse, he knew what happened to those that did not comply.
Snow White knew too. "Please, there must be another way." She dropped to her knees pleading with him.
Her lithe form no longer looked the playful child but the sexual woman. He moved to her intending to take her life as she knelt before him. His sword drawn he brought it above his head, readying himself for the swift slice that would end the beauty before him. He felt before he saw her hands sliding into his breeches. He lowered the blade and looked down at her. She smiled as she grasped his semi-hard muscle in her small fingers.
"Maybe there is something I can do for you that would change your mind?"
He wanted to protest but her fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed him hard. He stood still as she released his rod from the confines of his pants and raised herself to meet him. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge throbbing muscle. A nervous tongue slid out of her mouth and gently licked his head. He shuddered as the Queen had done with him. Closing his eyes, he savoured the sensations to come.
She had seen the men naked when she had peeked into the dorms at night, but she had never held or tasted one. She was uncertain how to proceed but was willing to try anything to save her life. She wrapped her fingers around his thick rod and squeezed, watching as a small amount of fluid escaped the tip. Leaning in she licked the slit of his cock, tasting his precum. The salty flavour appealed to her. She moved her tongue over the tip of his cock, hoping for more of the fluid to spill onto her lips. He moaned, encouraging her to continue her play.
Her hand pulled down exposing his bulbous head. Her tongue circled the rim, finding the join to his shaft and pressing against the sensitive flesh. He jumped. It took all his will power to resist grabbing her head and shoving his cock down her innocent throat. She was fascinated by his reaction and continued to flick her tongue over the flesh. Sliding her hand down his shaft, her tongue followed, flattening on the flesh. Her teeth grazed the skin, making his cock twitch. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and nibbled, enjoying his reactions.
She was surprised by the wetness growing between her legs, with each moan she felt her pussy spasm. Her spare hand moved under her dress and into her panties. Her fingers rubbed her clit as her lips took his head into her mouth. She sucked on his knob and lapped at his shaft as she felt her own orgasm rising.
He could resist no more. Feeling his balls tighten he grabbed her head and drove his cock deep into her throat. She gagged on the rod as his balls smacked against her chin. He exploded with the sudden warmth of her mouth and the vibrations of her gag. Jet after jet of cum painted her throat and tongue. She tasted the salty fluid and swallowed, pulling her head back to suck on his cock. Her fingers pressed against her clit as her own orgasm produced a vibrating moan on the muscle in her mouth. He convulsed again, splattering her face and chest with another load.
He stood before her, his cock protruding out, his eyes closed as he savoured the intense orgasm. She took the opportunity to run.
***
He stood in the Queen's chambers, blood dripping from his hands as he held the heart out to her. She smiled, placed the heart in the box on her vanity, before bending over before him. The sight of her smooth round arse willingly presented to him and the relief of her accepting the pig heart had his cock begging for release once more. Grabbing her full hips, he plunged his throbbing rod into her tight arse. She cried as he forced his long, thick muscle deep into her. He knew it wouldn't take him long, the tight space brought the tingling sensations in his stomach.
He slowly pulled his cock out of her, just the tip resting against her entrance, before slamming back in, balls deep. Slow strokes out and forceful thrusts in, his fingers dug into her flesh as he emptied his balls into her rear. He continued to thrust, short and deep. He watched as his cum was squeezed out of her arse, around his pumping muscle. She moved forward, his softening cock popping out of her.
Turning to face her huntsman, "You have done well and been rewarded so. Now, leave me be."
The huntsman left the castle that afternoon, returning to his cottage in the woods with his brother and sister, duly satisfied.
***
She ran through the forest, tripping over downed trees, frantic to get away from her fate. As she fled, she replayed the events in her mind. The taste of him was still on her tongue, a salty taste she enjoyed. She remembered the shock of the cock deep in her throat and the feeling that she could not breathe and, to her surprise, her pussy responded. Her mind was consumed with the pleasure of the encounter when she stumbled into the clearing.
Her thoughts were halted as she surveyed the land. A vast plain stretched out before her with the forest surrounding. A cottage lay in the middle of the area. She cautiously approached the building and listened for the occupants. There was silence. She knocked on the door. Nothing. She called out. No response. She tried the door and it opened to her. She peered inside.
One big room greeted her. The smell of dirty dishes piling up in the sink made her wince. A table with seven chairs stood near the kitchen. The table was small in stature, slightly larger than a child's play table in height. In the back corner of the room, lined against the back wall were seven single beds. Again, these beds could have been for a large child as their length was too small for an adult to sleep. In the far right of the cottage was a collection of chairs and pillows positioned in a circle around a fireplace.
The warmth of the fire relaxed Snow as she entered the cottage. She set to work in the kitchen tidying up the plates and removing the leftover food in the hope the occupants would be grateful and allow her to stay for a while. Wiping off the last plate the exhaustion of the day hit her. She curled up on a small chair in front of the fire and feel into a deep sleep.
***
Doc stood outside the open door of their cottage and peered inside.
