Snow white bent over her knees arching on the unyielding stone floor, the small repetitive noise of stiff bristles echoes around the cottage as she scrubs the floor. The air is still, calm, streams of bright golden light entering from every window, dancing crisscross patterns on the stone. The almost silence was broken as she slipped back up upon her knees, she suddenly felt a cold chill pass through her form as the sharp edge of a blade was against her pale neck "Hello Miss White" a soft but gruff voice intoned, "Huntsmen" she replied in a soft trembling voice.
Her breath came shallow being conscious of the blade threatening to bite into her ivory skin. His voice came still and soft, "Her majesty wants your heart, any reason I shouldn't complete the royal request?"
Snow's mind turned rapidly, she could only think of one thing, but no, she couldn't, it was dirty. His lips moved, "Me, you could have me"
As soon as the words departed her pale lips, her crotch ignited, trembling, a few drops escaping, ' NO! I'm not a sex toy' the thought submerged by the sudden aching desire for the huntsmen…
The huntsman's mouth curved up Into a small smirk, "turns out Miss White isn't as pure as she appears" Her eyes flicked down, her gaze on the grey stone. Her mouth moved almost independently of her mind, "You could have my mouth" her voice soft and despite her attempt her desire slipped into it, lacing it like a spec of black on the white of her skin.
His form shifted circling her knelt frame, the position of the blade remaining, the thought of it, so close to tearing into her life caused her an unexpected wave of tainted pleasure, her breath deepened on instinct, as her body betrayed her, the light yellow cotton of her blouse almost painful against the hard nuggets that had become of her soft almost ivory nipples, the material of her red underclothes beginning to seep into increasing dampness, as drop by drop escaped her inner being.
Amongst the bodily betrayal, her eyes deep pools of icy blue took in the huntsman, her breath left her for a moment as her eyes experienced how kind time had been to him, the deep ebony of his garments barely contained and deeply hinted at the toned state of his form. The word fuck left her mouth by impulse, as her teeth sunk into her lip to seek any maintenance of control.
His eyes burned deep Into hers, she noticed his hands contained within the onyx-shaded leather gloves, his free hand shifted, held in front of the lips, "Remove it with your teeth like a good princess." Her mind swirled, he used her title and yet she felt degraded, her body added this element to his betrayal, her lips parted and porcelain teeth shifted taking the tip of his filthy glove between them. Her head slipped back, the glove following and yielding his grip on his hand.
Her teeth relinquished their grip, the leather finding the stone floor with a soft this, she found his his fingertips warm and rough from use against the coolness of her pale face, they moved teasingly leisurely over her soft pale cheek, their journey unbroken along her jaw, her body arched with building and expectant desire, his fingers curled under her chin, securing her soft face, her body flooded with waves of pleasant betrayal as her bottom lip become the home of his thumb, planted firmly and without out a word telling her she was now his, for his use and fun.
His words echoed round the stone and wood of the room, "Good Princess, suck Sir's thumb" his tone remained soft, yet tinged with a teasing playfulness that compounded her bodily betrayal, a deep desperate despite left her body through a begging moan, the red material of her under clothes nothing but a flooded dripping mess, her sense of shame forcing additional base animalistic noises of desire, as she yields to her master. Pale lips of ivory clamp firmly around the base of the digit, pale eyes shifted heavenwards watching, hoping, seeking for her master's approval as her body almost pulses, slithers as her lips shift around the pink well-worked flesh, giving every eager and desperate drop of effort and will. Her tongue tip working, sliding, licking the full length, dancing over the tip, her mind slipping deeper into a mindless desire and servitude founded and fueled by her filthy desire to be a good girl, a good bitch, a good toy.
With a soft echoing pop, his thumb left her eager mouth, his deep blue eyes shining with desire trapped hers, the sensation of expectation flooded her form, her entrance a dripping flowing mess, her body so eager to be used, she accidentally allowed out a soft whimper. "Good Princess, now release the pressure on my crotch" his voice still soft but now laced with a dominating desire. Her mind slowed by lustful desire took longer than she'd care to admit to understand her Master's request, she felt dummed by her body betraying her in need of sexual service. Her pale hands, still soft despite her cleaning found their place, fingertips stroking softly up the deep onyx of his leather trousers, easily finding his throbbing visible bulge, its outline giving her a shuddering thrill through her body, its size causing her entrance to pulse, a deep guttural, begging to moan left her pale lips as her first small orgasm caused a deep flooding warmth to manifest, her legs trembled, as the sound of her fluids striking the stone floor echoed. Her cheeks flushed rapidly shifting from white to a soft pink, his lips a wider smirk as she gripped the band of his trousers, her fingers fumbled the buttons but through the sheer will to have him achieve her aim. She violently ripped the trousers down his toned thighs of pure muscle, his manhood free, jolted down, its girthy length almost visually throbbing, firm as a rock, the tip shining with the stickiness of pre-climax. Her mouth fell open, his giving her a command, " Be a good princess and lick just the head" his words soft, commanding. She sought to repress her animalistic desire and be a good girl for her master as her tongue pink in contrast to her white flesh extended out, past her lips, hovering in the air, moving gradually to the object of her shamefully, servant-like desire. In an instant her tongue tip found its mark, dancing on the tip, the taste of his stickiness driving her to almost break his command. She breathed heavily, seeking to maintain the little nugget of control that remained, as her tongue moved, circling, swirling in circles from the tip to the edge of the head. His soft moans flooded her ears, her body responding in pleasure as she caused her Master excitement. His voice was a mass of lustful desire, "Relax your throat Princess", his fingers grabbed and firmly held her long ebony hair in two makeshift ponytails, 'Handles' her mind supplied with an urgency that forced her to obey, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, being thankful she caught herself as his length drove past her lips. Her throat bulged full of him, and she struggled, her throat emanating small sounds of choking, his length throbbing, pulsing harder with each noise. His hands gripping her dark hair began to work in tandem with his powerful hips, his pulsing length working slowly owning her mouth as his personal pleasure toy, she gasped at breath when she pulled back, each occasion noting her body was reacting by darkening the floor under and around her with her constant flow, her form shuddering, trembling as the pressure, heat and intensity grew rapidly, almost galloping. Her master's moans increased in volume as his length commenced rapidly twitching, ' His climax is coming!' this epiphany resulted in her thrusting and forcing her mouth down his length and his hips sought to bury it deep in her throat, the desperate desire to bring his climax brought hers to its edge. His form trembled, almost jerkingly as his climax edged, her mouth slipped back, his tip on her soft pink tongue, her breathing deep as his, she sought to stall her finish for a few seconds, the air filled with deep breathing and expectant moans till ….
His length jolting, her fingers gripped it to keep it in place, her aching desire for the taste of his seed, the jolt had been the edge breaking as the thick hot liquid issued forth from him, the taste, so salty yet sweet flooded her mouth as every nerve of her form tensed in fire, the pressure forcing itself between her already damp thighs, her lips left his length as an uncontrollable scream of pleasure left her lips, her entrance giving in and the echoing sound of her full, final climax splashing echoed through the small home.
