Snow White and Rose Red (Erotic Fairy Tales) Read online

  Once upon a time there lived an old mother and her two, beautiful daughters. Sadly, this little family had experienced their share of tragedy in the form of the death of a beloved husband and father, leaving the trio to fend for themselves in an unforgiving world. The mother worked as a washer woman and seamstress to care for her two young daughters, her fingers pinched and rough many nights of the year. As her daughters began to grow their mother was pleased to see what beautiful women they were becoming.

  Although born twins, the girls looked nothing alike; the first born, Rose-red was a golden blonde beauty with soft pink lips and rich, dark eyes whereas her sister, Snow-white, had thick black hair and sweet red lips and skin as fair as snow. But their beauty was equal and their kind spirits and hearts made them sweet. When their eighteen birthday approached their mother prayed for suitors to come knocking at her door, however, because they were dowerless, no such knock came. And so as the seasons passed the three women stayed together in their tiny, two bedroom cottage, struggling to put food on the table and firewood in the grate.

  One cold, winter night brought with it the first snowfall but luckily many women had hired the three to hem their ball gowns for the grand ball and they were able to stoke their fire to a roaring blaze. As the fire burned the mother sat with a book and read aloud to her daughters as they worked on their knitting. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

  “Rose-red,” the mother said, “see who is at our door, it may be a traveler seeking shelter for the night.” Rose-red did as her mother bade; pulling back the bolt on the door and pulling it open slowly. Swirls of snow swept along the floor, curling around their ankles and making the fire in the grate bend and dance.

  “Yes?” Rose-red called out into the darkness but then she screamed and sprang backwards, nearly falling over her own two feet in her haste. Snow-white gasped as a huge, black bear’s head appeared in the doorway, his eyes sweeping back and forth over the room.

  “Do not be afraid,” the bear said in a rumbling, deep voice. “I mean you no harm; only I am half-frozen and wondered if I might warm myself by your fire.”

  “Poor bear,” said the mother, “come, and lie by our fire.” Rose-red continued to stare in fear, shrinking back towards the wall as she watched the black bear lumber into the room. Snow-white however, stared in wide-eyed fascination, her mouth turning up at the corners in a slow smile. When the bear settled himself by the fire Snow-white grabbed the broom in the corner and rushed over to him.

  “Here, let me knock some of that snow from your coat,” she said and the bear rumbled his acceptance. When he was clean and dry the bear stretched out in front of the fire and began to breathe deeply as sleep crept up on him. Hesitantly Snow-white settled herself next to the bear, running her fingers through his thick, warm coat until she drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his round shoulder. Rose-red and her mother went off to bed, leaving them asleep by the hearth.

  As Snow-white curled into the warm, furry embrace of the bear her mind drifted slowly into dreams. She was alone in the cottage, her mother and sister gone, and she lay by the fire, warming herself. Her eyes drifted closed she felt the air shift around her and when she opened her eyes again there was the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen. Snow-white smiled up at him, lifting her hands to run her fingers through his rich, dark hair. He returned her smile and lowered his face to hers, covering her lips with his, kissing her softly, holding his body up and off of hers.

  Snow-white shifted her body under his until she could spread her legs and wrap them around his hips, her skirt falling and pooling around her waist as she pulled him down. His weight settled over her, pressing her into the floor and Snow-white moaned into his mouth as she gripped his hair hard enough to pull a noise from him. He shifted his hips until he was pressing the hard length of him against her, rubbing against the thin cotton that separated them. Snow’s eyes flew open as she realized he was completely naked.

  Her hands slipped from his hair and she pushed at his shoulders, he backed away until he was kneeling between her legs and she was able to look at him. His chest swelled nicely and the dancing shadows of the fire flickered along the planes of his stomach. Snow smiled at him and crooked a finger at him, beckoning him again. He grinned down at her and shook his head slowly but just as Snow was about to snatch his wrists and force him to come to her he moved his hands down her thighs, the heat of his palms leaving a warm trail down her skin until his fingers curled into the waist of her bloomers and tugged. She lifted her hips off of the floor, helping him until he pulled them off of her feet and tossed them behind him.

  A rush of warm air swirled between her thighs, making her squirm in delight. The next thing she knew, her dream man was ripping off her clothes with an inhuman strength, first her skirt was tossed away and then his hands were ripping at the ties of her bodice, shredding them until he was ripping at her blouse, exposing her perky, eager breasts. Snow lifted one leg until she could run her toes over his shoulder, tilting her head to the side as she stared up at him, lifting her hands up to her breasts, mounding them together as she fondled herself.

  He growled as he watched Snow before he ducked his head down, Snow’s leg draping over his back, and then his mouth was on her sweet, silky folds. Snow moaned happily, pressing her shoulders into the floor as she squirmed. His tongue pressed into her as he licked a slow, deep line up her opening, over and over and over again, preparing her for him. The tip of his tongue found her clit and circled there, pressing against it until Snow’s hips bucked up into his face and she cried out for him. Snow pinched her pink nipples until they were hard and red, desperate for his attention.

  His hands gripped her round hips as he lifted his head, pulling her to him until her ass hit his knees. He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her off of the floor so only her head and shoulders were touching the floor. With expert ease he guided the tip of his cock to her quivering pussy and pushed himself in until he hit the end of her. Snow cried out in pleasure as his thick cock stretched her walls and she was gripping him. She lifted both legs to rest her claves on his shoulders and he began to slide in and out of her, his hips pressing into the curve of her ass and back again.

  Snow’s hands fell to the floor so that she could brace herself and she began beg him for more, to go faster, to pound harder. He pushed her legs off of him, guiding them around his waist and he lifted Snow off of the floor, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pushed up to his feet and walked until Snow’s back was pressed against a wall and he was holding her under her ass. Snow gasped and clenched his cock as the shock of the cold plaster stole through her warm body. He arched his back, pressing ever deeper inside of her and Snow swirled her hips to grind against him, making happy little shocks course between her thighs and up her body. Then he lowered his head to stare her in the eye and was suddenly slamming his cock into her, hitting the end of her again and again, making Snow cry out for more! Her body bounced between him and the wall, her breasts giggling, her thighs trembling as she clawed at his shoulders, feeling the orgasm cresting inside of her. His fingers curled into the soft skin of her ass and she felt the tingles of pain, just enough to make it a sweet, hot pleasure-pain. Noises fell from her lips, uncontrolled.

  She felt him swelling inside of her as the wave of pleasure crashed inside of her, making her grip him and thrash against him as her nails raked his shoulders and she screamed her pleasure to the ceiling. Then he was coming inside of her, a roar ripping through him as he thrust himself inside of her one last time, his body vibrating against her. Snow moaned as his body pressed against her, pushing against her clit, vibrating vio
lently, making her squirm against him until a second, slower orgasm swept over her.

  When Snow opened her eyes again she was lying on the floor again, in front of the fire that was slowly burning down to just embers and ash. She shivered and realized she was naked, lying on a pile of shredded clothing. She sat up quickly and glanced around, sunlight was starting to pour in from the east and the bear was gone. She scrambled to gather her ruined clothes to her chest and rushed to her bedroom door, slipping inside as quietly as possible so as to not wake her sister. She was just finishing getting dressed when the light from the window woke Rose-red.

  The next day the forest was covered in a clean blanket of snow, the sunlight glinting on it like shattered diamonds as the sisters made their way to town with their sewing. As they made their way through the forest, Snow-white spied a dark form moving in time with them and she smiled, realizing it was the bear they’d given shelter to. Rose-red gasped in fright at the sight of him and begged her sister to hurry.

  Later that night, as they sat around the fire once more, there was a knock at the door. Rose-red remained in her seat, refusing to answer the door so Snow-white unbolted the door and held it open. To their surprise a bear with a golden coat peered inside, his dark eyes sweeping the room as he looked about.

  “You are not the bear that came last night,” Snow-white said, shielding her body behind the door.

  “No,” the bear agreed, his voice not as deep as the black bear, “that was my brother. He told me you gave him shelter and let him warm himself by the fire. I had hoped you would pay me the same kindness.”

  “Please, come in,” the mother said, waving her hand towards the fire, “make yourself comfortable.” Rose-red watched the bear as he came inside, moving towards the fire. She found herself drawn to this bear rather than terrified as she had been of the black bear last night. Snow-white stayed near the door after closing it, a strange look of disappointment on her face.

  “May I help you with the snow?” Rose-red asked, holding the broom Snow-white had used the night before. The golden bear nodded his head as he lay by the fire and Rose-red brushed the snow from his coat. When she was done she felt a spark of courage and lowered herself to her knees next to the bear. He regarded her with his deep, dark eyes, but in their depths Rose-red saw something that called to her. She lifted her hand and ran her fingers along his muzzle, slipping her hand up and around his ear. A deep rumble came from the bear as he closed his eyes and rested his head in Rose-red’s lap.

  Eventually Rose-red fell asleep, sitting up with her hands lost in the warm coat of the bear. Her mother and sister crept silently off to bed, leaving them by the fire. An ember popped loudly, making Rose-red jolt awake. Blinking her vision clear, Rose-red glanced down and saw, instead of the bear resting his head, there was a handsome young man asleep in her lap. His hair was soft and golden in the light; his eyelashes were a dark shadow against his cheeks and his lips her full and red like her own. Her eyes drifted down the length of his body and her cheeks flushed with heat when she saw he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. She looked away quickly, turning her eyes up to the ceiling and tried to slow the beating of her heart. But as the seconds ticked by and the man didn’t wake, she found her gaze drawn down his body.

  The swell of his chest gave way to a flat, rippled stomach. The lines of his muscles dipped into the crease of his hip and groin. Rose-red took her lower lip between her teeth when she looked farther still, never having seen a man’s cock before. The dark hair curled at the base of his thick length and though she couldn’t believe she was doing it, Rose-red reached her hand out until the tips of her fingers caressed the smooth head of his cock. It jumped suddenly under her touch, making her snatch her hand back to her chest. When he still didn’t wake she exhaled with a soft giggle and turned her attention back to his face.

  Rose-red curled her fingers into his hair, feeling it slip like feathers as she stroked it away from his face. He shifted in his sleep, his cheek brushing against her thigh, it was warm through the folds of her skirt and Rose felt a fluttering in her stomach, never having a man so close to her before. She glanced towards the bedroom doors, happy to see they were shut and no sounds were coming from either room. She brushed the back of her hand along the line of his cheekbone; the skin was smooth, as if freshly shaved. She traced his lips with the tips of her fingers, finding them as warm and soft as they appeared in the firelight.

  “If this is a dream, please do not let me wake,” she whispered, watching his face as his eyes fluttered open and he shifted in her lap so that he could look up at Rose-red. Her breath caught in her throat and she prayed the firelight would hide the blush that she knew colored her cheeks. Her fingers were still hovering just over his lips and Rose-red watched as he pressed a kiss to them. She smiled down at him, letting her hand fall away from his mouth, resting it on his chest. He lifted one hand and touched her cheek, his fingers trailing over her lips just as she had done, so following his lead; Rose-red pressed a kiss to his fingers.

  When he didn’t pull his hand away, Rose-red opened her lips and took one of his fingers into her mouth, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around it and grazing it with her teeth as she pulled away. She saw his cock stiffen in the half-light, making her heart pound and once again she was tempted to reach out for it. As her eyes lingered on his swelling cock she didn’t notice his hand slipping under the hem of her skirt until he was grazing the inside of her thigh. Her heart was pounding hard enough she was sure he could hear it beating, but she didn’t stop him. Her fingers curled into his chest, her nails biting into the skin as she held her breath, feeling his warm hand sliding along her thigh until his fingers grazed the soft down between her thighs – unlike her sister she didn’t always wear her bloomers.

  She gasped as his fingers tickled the edges of her silky folds and she found herself squirming underneath his head, wanting his fingers to reach deeper. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation and when she looked down at him she saw him watching her face, a faint smile hovering over his mouth. She quirked an eyebrow at him before lifting her own hand and reaching out for his cock. She trailed her nails along the soft curve of his cock, making it jump again and pulling a rumbling noise from him. As she wrapped her fingers around the head, he pushed two fingers inside of her, making her cry out and grip his cock tightly.

  Rose-red lifted her face to the ceiling, dropping her head back and arching her back, and pushed into his fingers as she began to stroke his shaft slow and deep. As she reached the end of him she pushed into him, twisting her hand around the base of his cock before pulling back up. She felt his fingers slip out of her but before she could protest he was pushing her skirt out of his way and pulling her down to the floor. She rested on her left shoulder, putting her face very near his cock as he hadn’t moved from his position. He nudged her right leg up, pushing her legs open and he rested his head on her left inner thigh.

  Rose-red looked down the length of her body just in time to see his face disappear between her thighs and his lips pressed to hers in a kiss she had never experienced before. Rose-red moaned, her eyes fluttering as he pulled one of her silky folds between his lips and suckled gently, rolling it between his teeth. He released her, tilting his chin to reach with his tongue to delve inside her opening. Rose-red arched her back, pressing herself against his face, reaching blindly with her hands for something to hold on to. Her hands found his hips and she gripped him and pulled, putting her face dangerously close to his hard, eager cock.

  When she opened her eyes again she saw it, just inches away from her mouth. She licked her lips and with a fluttering in her stomach she opened her mouth and took the tip of his head between her lips and sucked on it, bobbing her head back and forth over the first inch. She felt him respond immediately, his arms wrapping around her thighs, pulling her closer to him and his tongue swirled inside of her as he attacked her hungrily. Encouraged, Rose-red swirled her tongue over the tip of his head before opening her mouth enough to
slide down the length of his cock until it hit the back of her throat.

  His tongue slipped out of her and he found the swollen bud with his lips. He suckled at her, moaning to vibrate against it until she whimpered around his cock and shifted her hips forward, grinding herself against his face. A slow, rolling warmth began to spread through her body as his tongue and lips and teeth toyed with her and his hips began shifting in time with her mouth, pushing himself in and out of her mouth. Her fingers curled into his hips as she tried to concentrate on him but feeling her losing her resolve and the desperate squirm of her hips, he grabbed her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. When the room stopped spinning Rose-red found herself straddling his head, sitting on his face. She blushed violently, never having been in this position before, but as her skirt settled around him so that she couldn’t see him, some of her embarrassment washed away. And when his tongue slipped into her again and he was once again raising that slow warmth inside of her, all of her embarrassment was gone.

  Rose-red began riding his mouth, her hips shifting back and forwards, grinding against his lips and tongue, moaning uncontrollably. She clawed at her clothing, pulling at the ties of her bodice just enough to loosen it and her shirt, pulling at the material so that it hung open, exposing her breasts. She cupped her breasts, fondling them, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers just as he brought her over the edge with his suckling lips and the orgasm ripped through her, making her scream in delight, circling her hips, pressing into his mouth, drawing every last wave of euphoria that she could.

  When she opened her eyes again, intending to return the favor and take his cock into her mouth, she found herself lying on the floor, by the fire and alone. Confused, Rose-red sat up and realized her bodice and blouse were open. She quickly pulled the laces tight and stood up, feeling her thighs tremble with exhaustion, she laughed lightly before slipping into her bedroom.