Snow White and the Wolves: A Naughty Fairy Tale
Snow White and the Wolves
Sophie Stern
Copyright © 2015 by Sophie Stern
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For Tara Crescent
Who gives me the feels.
Synopsis
Not all fairy tales are true.
Snow White may have been young, but she was no virgin.
She may have lived in the forest, but there were no dwarves.
She may have even been beautiful, but she was no princess.
This is the untold story of a girl who went after what she wanted, a girl who lived with shifters, a girl who wasn't afraid to act out on her desires.
This is the story of Snow White and the Wolves.
Contents
Snow White and the Wolves
Synopsis
The Story of Snow
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Sophie Stern
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The Story of Snow
You've heard fairy tales of a girl with dark hair who lived in the forest. You've heard stories of a girl who was running from a queen, who was sought by a hunter, who hid in a cabin full of tiny men.
But have you heard the story of the girl who was brave?
Have you heard of the girl who was fierce?
Have you heard of the girl who was seductive far beyond her years?
The real Snow White did live in the forest.
She even lived in a cottage full of men, but they were not tiny, nor were there seven of them. No, the real Snow White lived with five wolf shifters who wanted nothing more than to protect and fuck her.
So that's what they did.
1
Snow White stood at the sink washing the dishes for what felt like the millionth time. It was monotonous, boring, but she didn’t care. The wolves would be home soon and they would want to play.
She pushed back her soft blonde hair, wiping her sweaty brow. She didn’t regret her decision to cut her hair short or to dye it blonde. She needed a change. Everyone did from time to time, but she really did. Luckily, the wolves never seemed to mind.
When Snow finished the dishes, she hurried to the bathroom to primp. She tossed her dirty apron and dress into the laundry basket, then climbed into the shower to relax for a few minutes before she got dressed. Even though she hadn't done much physically today, she was still tired, and the shower helped.
As she washed her body beneath the warm, cleansing waves of water, Snow thought about how she had come to live in the forest. It hadn't been so long ago that she had been the Queen of Everworth. It wasn't so long ago that she had fled her place on the royal throne, sacrificing the good of her people to her sister.
Snow never worried about her decision.
Her sister would be a good and noble queen.
Snow would not.
It wasn't that she had been a bad queen. Though she was only 19 when she took the crown, three years of dealing with politics and local disputes had emotionally and physically drained her. She needed an escape. She needed something else. Still, she had pushed on. Snow attended every meeting, dealt with every complaint, and ensured that her people were healthy, warm, and fed.
Then her sister came to her with a proposition.
Rayna was a good girl who paid close attention the world around her. While Rayna loved to spend time running around outdoors and attending social functions, she had noticed just how unhappy her sister was. Though Snow could not willingly leave the crown and hand over her kingdom to her sister, the kingdom would naturally revert to Rayna if Snow died.
So that's what happened.
The girls arranged and staged the death of Snow White and Rayna took the throne. Snow left, seeking shelter in the forest, and vowed never to return to Everworth.
She had never expected to find the five shifter wolves, though.
More importantly, she had never expected to fall in love with them.
Snow shut off the shower and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and dried her body, happy that the bathroom was warm and steamy. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and examined her body closely, looking at herself from each angle. Though she was close to 23 now, she was still quite pleased with the way she looked. Snow was a little bit curvy, but in all the right places, and the wolves loved it.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall reminded her that she needed to hurry.
They would be home soon.
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When the five wolves of Everworth Forest trotted up to their cabin, they could smell their meal. She would be ready, as always, ripe for their devouring. Snow was the perfect housekeeper, the perfect guest, the perfect woman. More than that, though, she was the perfect mate.
Ethan shifted first, outside the door. He stretched in his human skin, feeling lively and ready to spend the evening with Snow. His long black hair fell over his shoulders and he shook it slightly. Oh yes, Ethan was ready to fuck Snow. Everything about her was perfect from her lush breasts to her soft hair. He had thought about her all day and now he was about to devour every inch of her.
Alex shifted after Ethan, following the same routine of stretching and adjusting his hair. Though he knew he was attractive, he wanted Snow to love looking at him. He adored looking at her and wanted her to think he was just as fantastic.
When Andrew shifted, he didn't bother with the hair on his head. He preferred to shave it bald. He did, however, have a wild and unruly mess of pubic hair, which he was quite proud of. He thought it ironic that his head should be bald while his cock would be covered. No one else seemed to think it was as funny as he did.
Michael and Jacob both shifted quickly, less concerned with their physical appearance and more concerned with their shared mate. Snow had been alone all day. They were ready to remedy that situation. Once each of the five wolves was in shifter form, they pushed open the door and walked inside.
Snow would be ready for them.
2
When the boys walked inside, Snow White was kneeling in the middle of the bedroom floor. She wore nothing but a black lace collar they had given her on her one-year anniversary of being their mate. Her hands were placed on her knees, palms up. She did not look up when they entered the room.
"Hello, Snow," Ethan said when he entered the room. He stood naked in front of her as the other males filled the room.
"Hello, Master," Snow leaned forward and kissed his feet softly. He reached down and stroked her cheek, loving the way she gently looked at his feet.
"Did you have a good day, love?" Ethan whispered.
Snow nodded.
"Yes, Master Ethan."
"Rise," Ethan said, and Snow stood slowly in the center of the room. The other males looked at her as she stood still with her hands at her sides. Ethan wasted no time in coming to her and kissing her, eliciting a moan of surprise and delight from her lips.
The other males growled as Ethan kissed and held Snow for a long time, then he released her.
"Who would you like to blow first tonight?" Ethan asked with a wicked grin. Snow smirked as she looked to each man. Their cocks were already hard, already ready for her to play with them. She looked from one to the other until her gaze finally settled on Andrew.
"I would like to suck Andrew's cock first," she whispered.
"Naughty little thing," Ethan smiled, but nodded his approval. Snow walked over to Andrew and licked his cheek. The other men began rubbing their cocks slowly as she kissed and touched Andrew's body. She ran her hands over his smooth head, played slightly with his ears, then bit his shoulder as his hands grabbed her ass. He pulled her close to him so she could feel his hard cock pressed against her belly.
Snow moaned at the touch.
All of the men knew just how much she was craving their dicks. The scent of her arousal filled the room, overwhelming them and exciting them even more. She sunk to her knees and gazed up into his eyes.
"Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?"
Andrew grunted and grabbed her head, forcing her open mouth over his shaft. She gagged as he pushed he down onto his dick, then relaxed into it.
He tasted like fire.
She could hear murmurs throughout the room as the other men adjusted their positions, moving in closer. As she continued to suck on Andrew's cock, Michael and Jacob knelt beside her and began rubbing her breasts slowly. She moaned as they pinched and squeezed her nipples, overwhelming her with sensations.
Snow loved being like this: on her knees in front of her men. Though she fucked all of them, no one ever got jealous or frustrated with the situation. They loved sharing her, pleasing her, making her feel she was the only girl in the world who mattered to them.
And she loved being that girl.
Her life here was different than it ever had been in Everworth. Here she had peace. Here she had quiet. Here she had submission and the ability to completely give control over to her men. When she had been queen, Snow never rested or relaxed. She always carried the weight of her kingdom. She didn't have to do that here.
Here she could kneel before her five wolves and be completely theirs.
Here she could surrender.
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Andrew came with a
groan, almost shifting as he released in Snow's mouth. She felt the ripples of fur threatening to burst from his legs as he dove his cock deep in her throat one last time, yet somehow, he held the shift back.
It wasn't always possible.
There had been times when Snow would begin fucking a man and in the throes of passion end up fucking a wolf. She never minded. In fact, being dominated when her men were in wolf form made her feel feral and wild.
It made her feel like a bad girl.
Before she finished swallowing Andrew's juices, Alex grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. She felt the course ropes as he tied intricate knots to keep her wrists bound. She moved, shifting slightly, testing their strength. She heard a soft chuckle.
"Desperate to get out of here, sweet?" Ethan asked her gently.
"Not at all, Master," she said. Though she was mated to all of the wolves, Ethan was her Master. The other men she referred to as "Sir." Snow didn't mind the distinction, nor did anyone else. Snow slept in Ethan's bed with him and she was fed by his hand at supper time, but when it came time to fuck, everyone had equal playtime.
"Good girl," Ethan petted her hair gently. Andrew moved away, his orgasm complete. He sat in the corner, in a comfortable chair, and watched the rest of the group play with interest. Snow knew that although he was sitting out for now, he would likely come again before their time together was over.
Alex moved in front of her and presented his dick. It was hard and he was shaved. She began sucking each ball, slowly taking her time, then licked up his shaft. When she reached the head, she sucked his cock slowly for a moment before taking him the rest of the way in her throat.
Alex thrust into her deeper and deeper, knowing she could take him, forcing her to. He was bigger than Andrew, and wider, and she teared up as he pounded her throat. Alex came quickly, but didn't come in her mouth. Instead, he doused her breasts with his come, loving the way she looked when he marked her.
Snow smiled up at him: a look of pure contentment on her face. This was what kept them all going. She was overjoyed at the way they were taking care of her, both mind and body. Not every girl had the chance to be worshipped, but Snow did, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Ethan picked up Snow and carried her over to his bed. He laid her on her side and licked up Alex's come while the other wolves lazily stroked their cocks. They were in no rush today. It had been a long day at work and they had plenty of time to play tonight.
So that's what they did.
When he was finished cleaning her breasts, Ethan kissed Snow on the mouth, savoring her taste, savoring the way she was so needy and wet for him. As he owned her mouth, she felt Michael move behind her on the bed. His cock poked at her back entrance, gently nuzzling her soft hole. She bit her lip, moaning as he slowly eased into her.
Ethan held her for a moment as she got used to Michael's strokes.
"How does it feel, my sweet?"
She nodded, her eyes still closed, unable to catch her breath for a moment.
"Good," she finally said. "I love it when Michael fucks me in the ass." At that, the wolf behind her growled and began taking her even harder. At the same time, Ethan's eyes turned dark and he began stroking her clit quickly. He slid a finger in her for a moment, then continued rubbing her clit until she was bucking against both him and Michael, coming loudly.
Michael released inside of her, biting her neck hard as he did. She tried to cry out, but Ethan covered her mouth with his so all they heard was a loud, muffled moan. She was exhausted and spent as Michael moved away from her, but she still had two men to satisfy.
She took a deep breath and waited, wondering what they had planned for her next.
Ethan untied her wrists, rubbing them as the blood rushed back to them, giving her a moment to catch herself. Then he placed Snow on her hands and knees and motioned for Jacob to get in front of her. He was going to fuck her mouth, she knew, and she was aching to taste him.
Jacob slid his cock over her lips, watching her. He knew how much she loved to suck cock, especially with the boys staring at her, making her feel like a little slut while she did it. After a moment of teasing, he plunged his dick into her mouth and grinned when her eyes went wide. She sucked him, enjoying his salty, masculine taste. As soon as Jacob's dick made it down her throat, she felt Ethan behind her.
"You didn't think I'd forgotten about you love, did you?" He whispered, licking down her spine. He stopped at her ass and slowly licked several times, making her squirm and wiggle beneath his touch. Then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he thrust into her pussy from behind.
She moaned as her body shook with the orgasm Ethan elicited from her. Her pussy clenched over his cock, hard, which only made him fuck her faster. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, reminding her who owned her, reminding her who she was and what her position was in this house.
She was their mate.
She was their plaything.
She was their fuck toy.
Jacob came in her mouth, then leaned down and kissed her while Ethan continued ravishing her pussy. She couldn't concentrate or focus on anything but the pleasure coming from both of the men at all angles of her body. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the other wolves stroking their cocks again, already wanting to come again for her.
Because of her.
They moved closer as Ethan approached his own orgasm and began rubbing and touching her hair and back while Ethan slid in and out of her wet pussy. When he grunted his release, the other wolves released on her back, enjoying their fill of their very sweet, very lovely, Snow White.
3
When the men left for work the next day, they never assumed that something would go wrong. They knew Snow White had fled the castle, tired of being queen. They knew she had a sister who had taken over the kingdom. They even knew that sometimes, Snow missed the people of Everworth more than she would ever admit to anyone, including herself.
What they did not know, however, is that Rayna was not as kind or as gentle as Snow liked to believe.
Rayna had told the people of Everworth that her sister was dead. She had taken steps to ensure they believed this tale for the rest of their lives, but something went wrong, something Rayna hadn't quite counted on.
The mirror that arrived at the castle shortly after Snow's death was supposed to be a condolence present. It was supposed to help her get over the death of Snow, her only sister. It was supposed to help Rayne become a better, happier queen.
It did none of those things.
No, the mirror was much more than just a gift. It was also a curse. Rayna stood in front of the mirror each day, staring at her reflection. She was not as beautiful as her sister. She knew that much. Even when they were just girls, Rayne always admired Snow’s long, black locks. She had been thrilled when she finally convinced her sister to cut her hair short and bleach it out. Rayne thought the haircut made Snow look like a boy.
She was not as kind or as gentle-hearted as Snow, either. In her time at Everworth, the people had let her know exactly what they thought of her.
And what they thought was far from kind.
They had rioted more than she liked and now there were rumors of an impending war. Rayna worried more and more that her people would revolt, that they would try to take over the kingdom she had ruled over for so long in her sister’s absence. Most of all, she was worried they would be successful.
If only there was a way to show her strength, to show her people that she was better than they thought. The problem, Rayna knew, was that the villagers remembered Snow enough to remember her beauty and her goodness, but what if they discovered their perfect Snow was not so pure? What if they discovered she was actually a freak? What if they found out she was really bad?
Perhaps then her people would stop comparing her to her dreadful sister.
Perhaps then she would have a chance at happiness.
When Rayne sneaked out of the castle and into Everworth Forest, she knew she was taking a risk. If any of the guards noticed where she was going, they might suspect she was up to no good. Though she paid her guards well enough, Rayna knew they were still loyal to her sister. She knew, more importantly, that if anyone discovered Snow was alive, they would not hesitate to slaughter Rayna.