The 7th Day

The horses drank from the small stream. They had left the path to take a more direct route, but Snow was beginning to worry.

Hands fell upon her shoulders, she jumped forward out of his grasp. He was the queen's huntsman, he had no right to touch royalty. Spinning round, she caught the roguish look in his eye.

His lip curled up into a sneer, they were alone, no-one could stop him. His hand lashed out, she jerked back just out of reach. His hand caught her locket, the chain snapped.  She turned and ran.

“I am a great huntsman, you are a mere girl. Do you think you can escape me?” His taunt spurred her on. A branch grabbed the shoulder strap of her silk dress tearing the material. The corner of her dress fell to expose her shoulder. “The forest is preparing you for me.” He was behind her, keeping pace.

She ran, the stream on her left, hoping she would find a cottage along its bank. Thickets took the hem of her dress hostage, as she burst onto a ledge above a lake.

She turned to see how close her pursuer was. His hand grabbed the front of her dress. The surprise of his closeness made her forget the drop. She stepped backwards, her heel teetered over the edge. The fine material in his grasp was the only thing keeping her from falling.

With a creak, the material gave up, the bodice tore open. The huntsman was left with a fistful of silk and lace. She plummeted over the edge in remnants of the once elegant dress.

Cold water rushed over her as she sank. She fought her way back to the surface kicking off her heavy riding boots. Spluttering she emerged. A strong current drew her away from the huntsman, who was picking his way down the steep slope. Her arms groped in the water hauling herself along in the current, using it to hasten her escape.

The lake narrowed, the current increased. Soon she found herself powerless to control her path. The weeds covering the lake's bed reached out with green tendrils to grab at her clothing. As the lake turned into a river, Snow lost the remains of her clothing.

Water roared over her, filling her mouth. At a sharp bend in the river, she managed to drag herself coughing onto the bank, before passing out.

She awoke at twilight, surrounded by dwarfs. Still feeling woozy from the river, she couldn't focus on them. She felt hands lifting her, the stars above her began to move and she closed her eyes.

The next time she opened her eyes, the stars had been replaced with a wooden ceiling.

They tended to her while she was unable to care for herself. When strong enough she helped around the cottage whilst the dwarfs went out mining. She wrapped herself in a bedsheet with no clothes available.

On the seventh day, she decided they deserved a reward. She waited for them, naked. The more she thought about what could happen, the more excited she became.

By the time they returned, her pulse was racing, her white skin was flushed. As they filed into the house, she kissed each one, her tongue licked their rough lips. On her knees before them, she reached out to them drawing them all towards her.

Without saying anything, her hands moved over them, helping them out of heavy jackets. Her hand drifted down to their bulges, gently stroking through coarse trousers.

When she decided they were suitably aroused, she withdrew to climb upon the table. On her back, she lay waiting.

Around her, seven dwarfs unleashed their members. She had to bite her top lip to try to contain her excitement, they advanced upon her.

Stepping onto a bench, one dwarf brought himself level to her side. She reached out, fingers closing around thick flesh. Following his example, other dwarfs mounted the benches, surrounding her.

Her tongue reached out for one bulbous tip, curling around it. Her hand closed around another. One dwarf climbed onto the table. Climbing over her, he sat on her stomach, hard cock between her breasts.

With her mouth full of dwarf, she cried out as one pushed between her legs. With so many sets of hands upon her body, she was overwhelmed. She closed her eyes concentrating on the feel of seven dwarfs using her body.

Lips pressed against her, tongues licked, fingers explored. Her nipples were pinched and bitten her clit sucked and licked. She felt fingers pushing inside her ass.

Her overloaded body began to climax, she felt it like a rush of water over her body. It didn't fade, wave after wave crashed over her. She lost count after seven.

Her mouth filled with a salty eruption. Spurts landed on her body, a jet hit her chin. One dwarf retreated from her mouth replaced with another hard shaft.

Between her legs, one spent dwarf was replaced by a fresh one.

Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, over and over the dwarfs used her. In a state of complete bliss, she decided it would be the first of many welcome homes.

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