The apple

Days blurred together.

Ethan’s dorm looked like a bomb had gone off. Sheets dripping, pillows thrown to the floor, the faint stink of sweat and sex soaked into the carpet. Take-out boxes piled in the corner, empty soda cans littering the desk.

And in the middle of it all was her.

Snow White.

She lay sprawled across his bed, fast asleep, skin glistening, her black curls tangled. Her tits rose and fell with each breath, nipples stiff even in her dreams. Dried cum streaked her thighs, her belly, even her tits, souvenirs from the last round she’d dragged out of him.

Ethan stared at her as he slipped out. He needed food. Needed a break. Needed air.

By the time he came back with a greasy bag from the campus diner, she was awake.

And naked.

Sitting on the edge of his ruined mattress, her legs spread wide, her fingers buried in her cunt, juices glistening as she worked herself with no shame. She looked up when he entered, lips curling in that wicked little smile that had destroyed him over the last few days.

“My prince,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I couldn’t wait.”

Ethan’s stomach flipped. His cock was raw, sore, exhausted, but at the sight of her spread open, dripping and moaning, it betrayed him. It twitched, swelling slowly, painfully. He winced.

She noticed, of course. She always noticed.

“Mmm,” she hummed, dragging her wet fingers up to her lips and sucking them clean. “Even when you’re spent, your cock listens to me. Good boy.”

Her hand returned to her pussy, rubbing in tight, messy circles. Her moans deepened, and then she began to talk.

“You want to know what the dwarfs did to me?” she whispered, eyes locked on his. “How they worshipped me? How they used me?”

Ethan’s throat went dry. He nodded without meaning to.

Her smile turned cruel. “They were insatiable. All seven of them. Every hole, every night. Do you know what it feels like to be split open by two at once while another licks your ass? To have their little cocks stuffed in my mouth while my tits are squeezed from both sides?”

Ethan groaned, his cock swelling faster now, straining in his pants.

“They were small,” she continued, fingers plunging inside her cunt with a wet squelch. “But together? They wrecked me. I’d spend nights dripping down my thighs, begging them to stop, begging them to keep going. Grumpy loved my ass. Bashful would eat my cunt until I screamed. Dopey came the fastest, but he always came back for more. They couldn’t get enough.”

Her body arched, her tits bouncing, her fingers working harder. She was soaked, her thighs shiny, the room filled with the sound of her pussy being finger-fucked.

Ethan whimpered, fumbling his jeans open, dragging his cock out because there was no way he could listen to her and not touch himself.

“There it is,” she purred, eyes dropping to his cock. “Show me. Stroke it for me. Let me see you spill while I tell you how the seven of them used to line up to cum on my face.”

Ethan’s fist closed around his shaft, pumping fast, precum smearing down his hand. His glasses slid down his nose as he stared at her, ****, hungry, ashamed.

“They covered me,” she moaned, rubbing her clit furiously. “Every inch of me. My tits, my ass, my hair, my lips. Sticky, messy, filthy. And I begged for more. I begged them to drown me in it.”

Ethan’s cock twitched, his balls drawing up. He couldn’t hold it.

Snow White’s moan broke into a scream as she came, thighs trembling, juices gushing across her hand. Her eyes never left his.

Ethan’s cry ripped from his throat as his cock exploded, cum shooting across the room, splattering her tits, her hair, her perfect pale face. It dripped down her cheeks, streaked across her lips, glistening in her curls.

She licked her lips, moaning, smearing his cum across her cheek with her fingers like it was face paint. “Beautiful,” she whispered. “Just beautiful.”

Ethan collapsed back against the wall, panting, cock twitching weakly, utterly drained. He grabbed a crumpled napkin from the food bag, wiped himself down, then stupidly held out one of the diner’s apples.

“Hungry?” he offered weakly.

Snow White froze.

Her eyes darkened instantly, the sweetness gone. She slapped the apple from his hand, her voice sharp and cold.

“You fool. You’re no prince. A true prince would know what I endured. What nearly killed me.” Her chest heaved, her face still streaked with cum. “I hate them. I will always hate them.”

Ethan blinked, shame crashing through him. “I—I didn’t—”

She stood, her body glowing faintly.

“This was a mistake,” she said softly, almost kindly. “You’re not enough. You’ll never be enough.”

And just like that, she was gone.

No scream, no puff of smoke — just vanished, leaving his bed empty, his sheets ruined, his cock limp, his chest hollow.

Ethan sat in silence, the apple rolling across the floor, his heart pounding with relief and disappointment all at once.