Young, beautiful, 18 year old Princess Snow White is full of youthful curiosity, and raging hormones. One unescorted night on the town will change her life forever, and give her a very different kind of fairytale ending.
Snow White keeps running into couples within the castle who are more interested in their carnal activities than her. It is all so frustrating for the poor, prim and proper princess. Finding a service gate open and unguarded, she leaves the castle to see what the city was like at night. What will happen to the pretty princess? Will a night of debauchery give her the thrills she seeks? Or will dark forces sink their lecherous claws into the innocent princess?
Warning: Explicit consensual sex, oral, anal, multiple partners, hardcore fairytale sex.
This is a story of approximately 11,700 words. This is a great story if you want a fun erotic fairytale romp.
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He gave a frustrated growl, then turned into an alley. It was even darker in the alley, barely wide enough for them to pass without turning sideways. And then it ended, with an impassable wall.
“Oh no,” he said, gawking at the wall.
Snow White yanked her arm free of his grasp, and stood panting furiously. She was not used to so much physical activity. The moon was perfectly situated in the sky to bath them in silvery light, so she looked the man over as she regained her breath. He was a little taller than herself, wide shoulders and narrow hips. It was too dark to see if he was handsome, but his body called to something deep inside.
“And you are?” she said.
“Guy. Guy Saint-Amalie,” he said. “And you are?”
She almost gave her title and full name. “Snow.”
“Like the white stuff in winter? Frozen water.”
“Yes. Is there a problem with that?”
“No. Sorry,” he said, and looked past her. He looked worried.
“Who is chasing you?”
“Cutthroats,” he said. “Robbers who just assume kill you as not.”
Snow White’s inside when cold. Was she going to be murdered because she got a wild hair up her butt, and snuck out of the castle?
“Shhh,” he said, pulling her close and clamping a hand over her mouth.
Her baby blues widened as she heard men speaking in low voices back up the alley. Oddly enough, she found some comfort in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close. When the voices seemed to be coming down the alley, she tightened her hold and he groaned. His arms tightened around her, and her insides started to melt.
“Are they going to kill us?” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yes.”
I don’t want to die! She thought. Absently, she stroked his back. When her hand reached his butt, she paused and gave it a squeeze. Aloud, “I don’t want to die a virgin.”
