Snow and the Seven Huntsmen

by Zoe Blake

  Where was Steen? Would he really allow his brother to kill me? If not for the fact that I was another human being, would he not want to save me simply for the other huntsmen?

  I bucked my hips in a final attempt to throw Freyr from my body before darkness completely took hold.

  Freyr looked over his shoulder and down at my writhing legs and then back into my eyes. Without saying another word, he loosened the belt just enough that I could take in a shallow breath of air. It wasn’t enough to fully fill my lungs, but enough to keep me alive. Just when I was hoping that Freyr had finally felt I had been taught my lesson enough and he would remove the belt, he surprised me by getting off my body and flipping me over onto my stomach.

  A familiar feeling of fear and forbidden arousal took over as the memory of the other huntsmen taking me took hold of my emotions. Would Freyr do the same? Would he take what wasn’t his? Would he force me as the others had done? Would he fuck me and then choke me until I died? Would I be nothing more than a fucked and strangled captive—cold, dead, forgotten?

  He loosened the belt a little more, this time allowing me to wheeze and gasp. The burn of my lungs eased with every inhale, and the shadows disappeared from my vision. I could breathe—though uncomfortably.

  “So will you ever try to escape again?” he asked as he crashed the palm of his hand against my bare behind. “To leave and face the dangers that are far worse outside these walls?” He continued to spank my buttocks, the loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing against the walls of the room.

  The humiliation of such an act threatened to take back the little air I had just managed to obtain. The belt was still tight around my neck, but I could no longer focus on the struggle to breathe. The searing swats of his hand on my butt were the only thing my mind could address. Desperation crackled from my core, all the way to the tips of my toes. I couldn’t cry out, I couldn’t plead, I couldn’t demand. I could do nothing but gasp for air against firm leather and allow the assault of the spanking to continue.

  And oh how it continued.

  Over and over, Freyr rained down slap after slap against the entire surface of my exposed skin. I tried to wiggle away to no avail, and was only rewarded for such an action by a harder spank to my ass. The palm of his hand felt the same as if he were using a solid piece of wood or a tawse. Such strength. Such sting. Such mortifying pain.

  Silently I begged him to stop. Hoping somewhere deep inside he could read my mind and know how terribly sorry I was. I should have never tried to escape. I should have never for one second forgotten that the huntsmen are my captors and my life was fully in their hands. I was a prisoner, not a guest. I was here by force, not by choice.

  Spank after spank, fire erupted from the depths of my ass and sizzled its way to the surface. Tears fell freely from my eyes and my wheezing grew louder against the choking belt that Freyr still held firmly against my neck.

  “Would you like me to remove the belt?” he asked while still continuing to spank with fury.

  I nodded my head, as it was the only thing I could do.

  “Very well. But I am not done with it yet.” He paused in the blistering punishment and removed it from my neck. The rush of air that entered my body the moment the pressure released made my head spin with the intensity of oxygen my body so desperately hungered for.

  I remained on my belly, absolutely still. I didn’t want to give him any reason to continue on and just prayed that he viewed my lack of movement as complete defeat. He was the victor in this battle. I was merely a fallen soldier hanging on by a thread. My prayers were not answered, however, when I felt the lash of leather crack against my already punished flesh.

  I screamed out in pain, but more out of shock than agony. “No,” I rasped, barely having a voice.

  “Yes.”

  Freyr whipped me with the belt again, and although I wanted to turn around and fight him for doing so, I knew I had no choice but to lie there and take it. I reached for the pillow with both of my hands and squeezed tight as the next blow came down harder than the one before.

  “Will you risk your life with another escape attempt?” he asked as he licked me with the harsh sting of leather again.

  “No,” I answered between clenched teeth.

  “No what?” he asked as he continued whipping me.

  “No, sir!” I cried. “I will never leave any of you huntsmen.”

  He cracked the belt against me once more, this time to the spot where my ass met my thighs. “When the others ask if you’ve learned your lesson, what will you say?”

  “That I have learned and paid severely. That I will never try anything as foolish as leaving,” I said as I struggled for air. Between a still sore throat, and the belt lashing, I could barely squeak the words out.

  “Good girl,” he said as he tossed the belt to the side of the bed. He replaced the belt with the palm of his hand and began caressing my flesh that burned at the gentlest of touches.

  I hissed in response.

  “Remember this punishment. Your survival will depend on you understanding that you are to allow us to keep you safe. Safe in the hands of me and the others.”

  I nodded between ragged breaths.

  “Never question. Never disobey. Never for one second act out like you did before.” He dipped his finger between the juncture of my thighs and collected the juices of my heated sex on his fingertips and brought them to my nose. “Do you smell your arousal?” He raised them to my eyes. “Do you see how wet you are?” He brought his fingers to my mouth and pressed them past my lips. “Do you taste it?”

  He forcibly swirled his fingers along my tongue, giving me no choice but to suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own musky essence. I had never been this close to my own arousal, let alone known what it smelled like, looked like, or tasted like. I stared into his eyes and licked his fingers clean.

  “You like discipline, you like pain.”

  I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.

  “Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”

  How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about what he did to me and how he treated me…and yet, I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My bottom burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please, oh please, fuck me.

  The devil had truly possessed my body, but no holy water would be able to purge me clean.

  Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Freyr put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.”

  He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.

  “Do not make me teach you another lesson. I will not hesitate to keep you safe, no matter what it takes to assure that I do,” he warned.

  Nine

  Are you ready for the last part of your lesson on what happens when you anger a huntsman?”

  I nodded. “Yes, teach me,” I begged. I wanted pleasure to join the pain which coursed through my body, but more than anything else, I wanted to feel Freyr’s cock buried deep within me.

  Again, the devil screaming inside of me was so very loud.

  Demanding to be heard.

  No chance for redemption.

  Nothing but sinful lust and damning hunger.

  Something had been awoken inside of me via the pain of the punishment by Freyr’s hand. My needs, my desire, my lust all bubbled to the surface, begging for satisfaction.

  Freyr glared into my hunger-filled eyes and softly began to speak. “I will have you tonight, Snow. I will take you and make you mine. Completely. And not just me…I w
ill share you with my brother as well.”

  Both.

  Yes. Yes…

  I turned my head at the heavy sound of Steen’s boots entering the room.

  Both brothers.

  At once.

  Yes, the devil hollered inside of me like never before.

  I could feel the lust-induced power begin to take over. His voice echoed, his face blurred. Warm light emanated from his body, and a heat burned between our connecting flesh. My eyes rolled back in my head for a moment while the spell took over my entire being.

  Steen turned me onto my back, careful not to cause any more pain to my punished behind. I could feel his light touch along the surface of my skin.

  So much softer than his brother’s harsh hand.

  Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations sizzling through me—to the sense of touch alone. The cloak of darkness my eyelids provided heightened every stroke and every glide of their warm touches. The sound of their own clothes being removed, tortured me with the need to see the brothers nude before me.

  I moaned in anticipation, knowing what I was doing—or having done to me—was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the need to have this. To take…to give… to them both at the same time.

  One of the brothers placed a trail of soft kisses along my stomach. I wanted to open my eyes and see who, but part of me was afraid. Afraid to see two men hovering above me. If I kept my eyes closed, it would make this all seem like a dream rather than reality. Reality made it all the more dirty and wrong, but a dream was safe.

  The mystery brother’s hands moved along the soft mounds of my breasts, gently massaging my fiery skin. Maybe it was both of them—each caressing a breast. A mouth lowered to one of my hardened nipples and a tongue began to trace along the tip. I moaned as the inferno slowly eased from my body. The tongue continued to lick as a hand caressed my throbbing mound. Two fingers trailed down the wet folds before finding my welcoming entrance. Fingers pressed inside, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

  I still kept my eyes closed as I tried to concentrate on the sensual feeling of fingers moving in a rhythmic motion inside my quivering pussy while my breast was sucked at the same time—all by two different men. I moaned in delicious agony, but slowly the moans became ones of pleasure.

  The fingers worked in and out of my cunny while a mouth nipped at my breast. When I moaned even louder, the mouth moved to my neck, kiss by kiss, lick by lick.

  Sucking at my earlobe, Freyr whispered, “Do you want to feel our cocks buried deep inside of you? Do you want to feel the orgasm we give you course through every muscle of your body? Taking away the pain I caused you with your punishment?”

  I tried to reply but was unable to speak. I could only moan and thrust my hips against fingers which were still deep within my sex.

  A mouth lowered down my torso until he pressed his lips to my awaiting clit, while another mouth growled against my neck, nipping at my ear.

  Taking my bud within his lips, he sucked every ounce of residual pain from my body. I finally opened my eyes and looked down to find Freyr staring up at me from between my legs. Steen was caressing my breasts while nibbling and sucking on my neck and ear.

  Freyr sucked on my sensitive nub some more, causing me to arch my back in need. He moved his fingers in and out of my hole while sensually licking circles around my sensitive flesh. He added a third finger to join the others, stretching me to the fullest.

  My impending orgasm built. A wave of ecstasy worked its way through my body, getting closer to the crash.

  “Your taste, your smell…I, I had no idea,” Freyr mumbled between sucks of my weeping cunt.

  I began to shake, losing my mind to the delirium of what this man and his brother were doing to my body. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed as the orgasm rocked every inch of my soul.

  Freyr softly kissed his way back up to my neck, savoring every part of my body along the way. His breath was hot against the opposite ear from the one Steen was sucking on, as he whispered, “Now it’s my brother’s turn to make you scream. He’s going to press inside of you. You are going to squeeze that pussy of yours around his cock.”

  Steen repositioned his body and rubbed his hardness against the wet lips of my pussy causing electricity to shoot through my body. He continued to rub sensually up and down, taking pause to circle the tip of his cock along my throbbing clit still wet from his brother’s tongue. Every touch, every movement brought on a wave of ecstasy that lit my body ablaze.

  “Oh! Please, please! I need to feel you pressed deep within me. Please,” I begged between moans. Any illusion of decency had been discarded the minute I’d crossed the threshold of the huntsmen’s house. I was theirs to do with as they chose…and Lord help me, that was exactly what I wanted them to do.

  Steen positioned the tip of his penis at my opening and slowly massaged the outer edges. Each teasing movement drove me closer to the impending orgasm waiting to escape my body.

  “Come for me first. I want to hear you scream as you orgasm,” he commanded. “I want you to come before I take you completely.”

  Simply hearing the seductive order from one of my captors was all I needed to allow the release. The smoothness of his cock up against my soft folds only added to the wave after wave of pleasure exploding from my body. I thrust my hips hard against Steen’s, straining desperately to force his cock inside me. I would have done anything at that moment to just feel him deep within my core.

  Freyr’s mouth closed on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he sucked.

  “I’m not handing you off to one of the other huntsmen without a fresh load of my come in that sweet, little pussy of yours.” Steen’s gravelly tone and the vulgar words caused a catch in my belly. “I want everyone, including you, to smell who you belong to.”

  Freyr chuckled as he lowered his mouth to my nipple. “You can be a sick bastard, brother.”

  Steen pressed a hand onto the flat of my stomach as my hips thrust up in silent need, like my sex was an offering, not just for him but for the both of them.

  The fat head of Steen’s cock entered me without preamble, thrusting into my core. I gasped in surprised discomfort, focusing on accepting his girth. His big palms held my hips still until my enflamed muscles accepted his thick presence. Then he thrust again, as his eyes locked with mine.

  Freyr pressed his lips to mine as Steen pushed even deeper with each movement, grinding his hips against me, until I felt stretched. Full.

  “Do you like my brother’s cock in that pussy of yours?” Freyr asked when he broke away from the kiss. His voice in my ear was a gritty caress, a velvet growl, as his hands moved over my breasts.

  “Yes.” I did. My whole body came alive under the power of his words and body.

  Steen ground in deeper as Freyr nipped at my breasts hard enough so my chest rose off the bed in delightful agony. “Do you want us both? Tell me.” Freyr’s voice held a devil’s smile, but there was a question there, like he wanted to be sure I liked his aggression, and that I truly was giving myself to him and his twin.

  I did. I had never had a need so strong before. Their energy beckoned as if I could hear their pulse beneath their flesh. A drumbeat demanding I march along. I couldn’t think, just arched my back and pressed my hips upwards, seeking more of Steen, wanting to pull him deeper into my core.

  “Do you want me to fuck you too? Do you want me in your ass while Steen fucks you until you scream?” His voice was insistent; his breath ran along the sensitive hairs on my neck as he spoke. Steen never letting up in his assault had my mind spinning and my body humming along to the rhythm of his fucking.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Tell me,” his teeth closed around the sensitive skin of my earlobe. “Tell me you want my cock. You’ll like it when I fuck you in the ass with it. Tell me you want my come inside of you.”

  I was panting now, my pussy leaking wetness around Steen’s dick.

  “Tell me. Tell my brother. Tell us both that you want dou
ble penetration. You want it bad.”

  “Yes, I…I want it. I want you both. Now.” My stomach convulsed again at his low hum of satisfaction. I gasped, reveling in the spikes of pleasure that shot straight to the sensitive nub between my thighs as the filthy words left my mouth and the impure thoughts coated my mind.

  Steen let out a long satisfied groan at my words and thrust even deeper, spreading me wide.

  They brought something out of me that I’d never known was there. They’d shown me the salacious, raw woman inside who knew what she wanted, and liked it.

  “Say it again.” Freyr’s voice was a growl.

  I answered with a ferocious growl of my own. “I want you both.” I looked into Freyr’s dark, lust-filled eyes. I arched up, clenching my internal muscles around Steen’s cock, waiting for the brothers to give me what I so desperately needed.

  Steen roared as I clamped down on him like a vise, and then pulled out of me roughly. He laid on his back and positioned me to straddle his body, thrusting his cock in me without even seconds passing to allow me to miss the fullness of his possession. Freyr mounted the bed and pulled back my hips to get in position for him to take me at the same time. I closed my eyes and rode up and down Steen’s shaft as I felt Freyr put the tip of his cock against my anus.

  “This will hurt,” Freyr warned.

  “Yes,” I panted. God I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel the pain.

  “No,” Steen said, abruptly stopping. “Not her ass. You know that ass of hers belongs to Dagr. He made that clear to all of us, brother.”

  My heart stopped. Dagr claimed his intent to possess my ass first? This was decided beforehand?

  Freyr grunted. “True.” He took hold of me with Steen’s assistance and flipped me back onto my back. “Well then, I shall feel these sweet lips around my prick.”