The fairest of them all

Ethan woke to singing.

Not his neighbour's alarm, not some car outside, but actual singing. High, sweet, almost too perfect.

Birds chirped outside the window in chorus.

For a second, he thought he was dreaming. Until he rolled over and saw her.

On the floor by his bed, kneeling like she was in church, was a woman. Pale skin, dark hair spilling in curls down her back, red lips like they’d been painted with blood. She was glowing, literally glowing, like sunlight had decided she was its favourite toy.

Snow White.

Ethan had left the emerald against a magazine picture of the classic Disney film and now a flesh and blood woman, the most beautiful he’d ever seen, kneeling there barefoot in a blue and yellow dress, sleeves puffed, corset cinched tight, skirt pooled around her like a fucking painting.

She smiled at him, lips red and glossy. “You’re awake, my prince.”

Ethan nearly fell out of bed. “Holy shit.”

Her eyes lit up like jewels. “You speak strangely. But your voice is strong. You are the one who called me, are you not?”

He scrambled to sit up, blanket tenting over his morning wood. “I—I didn’t— I mean—”

Snow White tilted her head, amused, then glanced at the lump in his blanket.

“Oh,” she whispered, lips parting. “So it is true.”

Before he could react, she crawled onto the bed. The skirt hitched up her thighs as she moved, pale flesh flashing between ruffles. When she leaned over him, her tits nearly spilled from the low-cut bodice.

Ethan tried to cover himself. “Wait—wait—what are you doing—”

Her hands were already tugging the blanket down. Stronger than he expected. He was exposed in seconds, thin chest, boxers tented high with his cock.

She gasped like she’d discovered treasure. “So big,” she whispered, running a hand over the bulge. “The dwarfs were never so…” She giggled, eyes wicked. “…gifted.”

Ethan’s heart stopped. “What?”

She didn’t answer. Her fingers hooked his waistband and tugged. Suddenly his cock was free, stiff and leaking, pointing right at her.

Snow White’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing red. “Oh, my prince. You are swollen with need.” She licked her lips, eyes fixed on his cock like it was a feast.

Ethan stammered. “I—I’ve never—”

“Never?” she echoed, delighted. “Then I shall be the first.”

Her hand closed around him, warm and soft, jerking slow and clumsy like she was learning by feel. Ethan moaned, hips jerking.

Ethan blinked, confused then realized. She was naked under the dress. Middle ages. Dresses. No panties.

His cock twitched at the thought, and she noticed instantly. Her smile widened.

“You wish to see,” she teased.

Before he could speak, she stood, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and yanked it up.

Ethan’s breath caught. No underwear. No nothing. Just pale thighs and a smooth, bare slit glistening under black curls of pubic hair. She was wet.

“Holy fuck,” Ethan whispered.

Snow White giggled, dropping the skirt just enough to tease. “In my land, we do not hide from desire.” She climbed back onto him, straddling his hips, her hot cunt grinding against his cock through the thin layer of his boxers.

He whimpered, hips bucking up against her.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, rocking harder, the wet heat of her pussy soaking through fabric. “I knew it. You are meant to consummate with me. To fill me.”

“Wait—” Ethan gasped, gripping her waist, the head of his cock catching against her folds even through the cotton. He was going to cum already.

She leaned down, tits pressing into his chest, lips brushing his ear. “The dwarfs never satisfied me. Their cocks were small, their seed weak. But you…” she ground down harder, moaning. “…you are my true prince.”

Ethan groaned, hips jerking helplessly, precum soaking his boxers.

Snow White laughed softly, cruel in her sweetness. “About to spill already? Poor boy. Has no one ever touched you like this?”

He shook his head frantically, glasses sliding down his nose, face burning.

Her hand stroked his cock again, pulling it free, the head rubbing against her slick folds as she hiked her skirt higher. The fabric bunched at her waist, her cunt pressed naked against him, wetness smearing down his shaft.

Ethan’s whole body shook. “I—I’m gonna—”

She clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes wicked. “Not yet.”

Her hips rocked faster, juices running down his cock, the sound wet and filthy. She was using him like a toy, grinding and moaning, her tits bouncing under the tight bodice. Ethan’s balls ached, his cock throbbing, his whole body begging to explode.

Then she froze, shuddered, and cried out, “Ohhh… yes!”

Her pussy spasmed against him, soaking him in a gush of hot wetness. She collapsed onto his chest, moaning into his neck, grinding through her orgasm.

Ethan came seconds later, spurting hard between them, cum shooting up his belly, his thighs, even streaking her skirt. He moaned into her hair, cock twitching helplessly until it went soft, sticky and aching.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the faint chirping of birds outside.

Snow White finally sat up, tits heaving, face flushed. She looked down at his soaked body and her soiled dress, then licked her lips.

“Mmm. Yes,” she whispered. “Finally my prince has came.”

Ethan lay there dazed, sticky, drained, wondering what the fuck he had just unleashed.

And Snow White, fairest of them all, smiled like she’d barely gotten started.