<strong>Snow White</strong><br/><strong> The Dark Wood; the Kingdoms of Ever After</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: The Woodsman, The Wolf </strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/692251/sexy_brancadeneve2_thumb.jpg)</div>Snow White looked over to the Huntsman as he retrieved his huge ax and as he told her that he knew that she enjoyed herself and that wanted her to be his..’little pet’. Snow felt a fear well up in her again though it was tainted by her wicked thoughts about what the Woodsman might, what she…hoped…he would do. He called her a slut, was she; she had enjoyed…his ravishing of her…more than she had ever realized was possible. She had felt some of the same excitement she admitted to herself when her Prince had taken her so…meanly earlier; treating her like a tavern wench…<br/>The Princess’ blue eyes looked up to the huge Woodsman as he stood over her a nasty looking knife, the blade jagged and uneven; it reminded the princes the teeth of some beast.<br/>Her eyes flicked back form the knife to fix on the Woodsman’s dark eyes, even hidden in shadow as he loomed above her she could feel his eyes on her like a predator watching its prey as he told her to say ‘yes’. If she did he would release her. Her hands pulled at the vines again when he mentioned them, twisting futilely against the strong vines that bound her. If she didn’t agree he would take her again or find some one else to take her. Snow made a soft sigh whether of apprehension or desire was unclear.<br/><br/>“I’m a…Princess…I couldn’t…” she started her lithe form tensing as she heard something else, she looked over with a start her eyes going wide as she saw the huge wolf draw closer then sit looking to the pair as if asking something. Snow White’s eyes fixed on the beast on it’s…cock; red and swollen extending from the Wolf’s sheath ready eager.<br/><br/>