"Where's everyone?"

They were home when Henry went to the bathroom. Now, his moms and David were nowhere to be found.

"You can guess," Snow replied as she sipped her glass of wine before placing it on the kitchen counter.

"Off to save someone," he rolled his eyes and added, "Heroes!" She chuckled; even Henry was getting tired of this hero stuff.

Silence fell between them as Henry eyed Snow for a minute when a thought popped into his head. It's been 9 months since... That thought was madness, he knew it. He was more than satisfied, and probably didn't need any more sex for the evening.

Why do it? He wondered.

Why not? He decided.

A muffled sound startled Henry out of his thoughts. Snow had her back turned to him as she bent down to retrieve her rebel phone off the floor. He licked his lips.

He got up and walked silently towards the counter.

"I was wondering," she jumped when he placed his hands on the counter; his body was too close for comfort. She shivered. "Can I entertain you while they are out?"

A stubborn voice screamed inside his brain, begging him to be reasonable for once. He already had glorious sex twice in the span of two hours and now he wanted more?

I'm probably addicted to this, he thought to himself, shutting down the annoying voice in his head as he peppered small kisses up and down her neck.

"Henry, we can't," she gasped, the wetness growing between her legs a stark contrast to her words.

"Why not?" He replied, nipping her earlobe gently.

"We could get caught," Henry chuckled, amused by her logic.

"So what, Grandma? You know they would gladly join us."

He was right, Snow thought as she moved her hips, pressing them to his.

"Besides," he added, hands now grasping her hips as he started grinding her from behind. "You're smart enough to know I already had my way with mom and grandpa tonight."

She was the one smirking this time, her suspicions about their chase for drinks finally confirmed.

"You're such a naughty boy," she turned into his arms and looked into his eyes, a wicked glint in hers.

"I can be a very good one, if you let me," he pulled her skirt up to cup her sex, feeling it hot and wet.

Snow's breath hitched. She moaned and leaned on the counter as Henry pulled her knickers to the side and slipped a finger inside her.

"God, you're so wet," she reached back and brought his lips to hers, kissing him softly as he pushed a second finger inside her wet core.

Henry released her to drag a stool and motioned for her to sit on it. Snow stripped her skirt and knickers away. She sat on the high stool, fumbling with her shirt and bra. She tossed them on the floor as she sat; her heart was beating fast as she opened her trembling legs and waited.

He pressed soft kisses up and down her thighs, getting closer to her core and bypassing it with a teasing smile.

"Henry, please," her voice was husky as he watched her eyes flutter close when the tip of his finger lightly touched her pussy lips.

"Please what, Grandma?"

"Henry!"

"Tell me!" He nipped the inside of her right thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. She looked down, placing her hand on his hair. "I'm a good boy, remember? Tell me what you want, what you need and I will do anything you want."

He really should not have said that.

All restraint was gone when she ran her fingers through his hair. She was holding it hard enough to make him flinch before she forced his head down her pussy.

"Do your best, boy!"

Henry was a little bit surprised at the moment as he used his fingers to part her lips and press the tip of his tongue against her clit. She was never this demanding. Kind touches and soft whispers were her mark, not this ardent eagerness. But he wasn't complaining at all.

He stretched his hands up and covered her round breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers as her hand pressed his mouth more firmly against her pussy.

"Fuck, just like that, Henry… yeah!" She whimpered, grasping the edge of the counter with both hands as he ran his tongue flat between her folds.

He spent precious minutes just licking and pushing his tongue inside her, tasting her wetness, earning whimper after whimper from her lips.

"Wait!" He felt her hands leave the back of his head as she reached out for her glass.

Henry was young, but already had a lot of things happening to him since the bond within his family got tighter. But this…

He stared at her mesmerized as she stuck her finger inside the rich red liquid and coated her nipples with it. She smiled and pulled him up by the hair, guiding his head to her breasts.

"C'mon, Henry, suck them good."

He sucked her nipples into his mouth with an enthusiasm that made her laugh out loud. He grinned, looking up at her and taking the glass from her hand before he literally poured wine all over her delicious breasts.

"This is a mess, Henry, what are you doing?" She chuckled as the wine ran down her body.

"Fixing the mess, of course!" His head swung back and forth as he nipped and licked her tender skin. Her breasts were glistening with wine and spit as well as her chest and belly. She made a mental note to have him eating her out every week, no matter how or where.

Henry spent a lot of time tasting her, pushing his tongue inside her, nipping her clit, and fucking her with his fingers. She was breathing fast when he finally got up, stroking his cock.

"Grandma…"

"Come here," she entwined their fingers and guided him to the couch where she laid down as her eyes shone with a delightful anticipation.

Henry grabbed her heels, placing soft kisses down her legs before he placed them over his shoulders. His eyes traveled up and down her body, devouring her sensuous curves.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, it's just that… you're always so gorgeous," the words left his mouth with a hint of shyness that moved her.

She reached out and pulled him down to her, fusing their lips in a tender kiss. He moved her legs and was now hooking her knees with his arms, keeping her wide open as he finally pushed his cock inside her.

He fucked her slowly at first, enjoying the way her pussy gripped his cock, the wetness easing his deep thrust. The only sounds she heard were the erratic puffs of air on her neck, and he only listened to her soft whispers.

And he soon was pounding her hard, fast and deep. He wanted her to come, to lose herself with him as he took a nipple into his mouth sucking on it and making her gasp.

The damp sound of their skin slapping together filled the loft for long minutes. Snow was on the verge of coming when Henry pulled his cock out of her. She protested, looking up to watch his eyes dancing with mischief.

She screamed when he filled her cunt with his fingers. He was moving them up and down, faster and faster, touching her in a way she's never been touched before. It was like he was touching an electric wire and sending shock waves all over her body faster and faster.

Then, when she was moaning and thrashing her head this way and that, Snow felt a surge of wetness from her cunt, right before she felt like she was punched in the gut, so strong was the orgasm that took over her senses.

Henry kept playing with her as he waited. She opened her eyes and flashed a satisfied smile. She never felt anything like that before. She wanted more and soon, but for now, she had to pay him back somehow.

That's how Henry found himself sprawled on the couch with Snow White's mouth around his cock. She sucked him fast, taking him deep into her mouth until her nose touched his belly. Her hands fondled his balls as she hummed around him just before he jerked his hips off the couch and came deep down her throat.


"Well," Snow was wiping her lips and chin when she looked up to see him smiling down at her. "Why, again, have we stopped doing this?" She asked with genuine curiosity.

"It was your choice, and I respected it," he pulled the corner of his mouth up a little and raised from the couch to gather his clothes. "You should take a bath, grandma," he winked and added, "You look delicious right now, but the night is far from over."

She said nothing, just picked her clothes from the floor and ran upstairs. Henry was fixing the couch and gathering her glass of wine from the floor, when Emma, David and Regina stormed inside, chatting animatedly.

"Where's Snow?" David asked, just before he sat on the same spot where his wife squirted just 15 minutes earlier.

"Had a wine accident and decided to take a shower," he turned his back and smiled.

He poured some lemon juice for himself as he wondered how this night was going to end.


And here it is the third part. I'm hoping the fourth will come soon enough. Thanks for your time reading this and remember, gimme some love aka reviews! :D

Also a note to those two sweet people who sent me "lovely" messages: this story has warning messages about its content everywhere. So, I'm just saying that reading any chapter is your choice.