Snow and the Seven Huntsmen: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Dark Fantasy Book 1)

by Zoe Blake

  “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” I whispered.

  “Yes.”

  Odin crossed the room and sat on a nearby chair, watching me as I rose up on my knees on the bed. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly unbuttoned my vest. Tossing the garment aside, I slipped the thin linen shirt over my head. I gloried in how his eyes darkened and his hand paused halfway to his mouth with an apple slice of his own. Feeling emboldened, I cupped my breasts and dug my fingers into the soft flesh. They felt heavy and swollen, the rough contact of my own hands making me moan.

  Standing, I slipped off my slippers and then removed my skirt.

  My momentary courage faltered as I stood before him naked and vulnerable.

  “Crawl to me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.

  After a moment’s hesitation, I fell to all fours. Wincing as my knees pressed against the hard floor, I slowly crawled across the room. Positioned between his open legs, I waited for his next command. He held the knife to my lips again. I took the sweet slice of fruit.

  Odin then reached into his trousers and pulled free his massive shaft. I fell back on my ankles as I took in the length and breadth of him.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  Squeezing my lips tight, I shook my head no as I fell back further.

  Odin’s arm snatched me back by my hair. “Open your mouth.”

  Gone was the sweet and bashful man. His authoritative tone showed me he would tolerate no disobedience. My lips trembled as I opened them.

  “Wider,” he demanded.

  I opened them wider just as he pushed the head of his cock forward. Forcing the shaft straight to the back of my throat, my shoulders heaved as I gagged.

  “Breathe through your nose.”

  Doing as I was told, I tried to calm my racing heart and rising panic as he used his grip on my hair to force my mouth up and down his shaft. Thinking to my time with Magni where I was forced to perform a similar act underwater, I tried to concentrate on holding my breath and relaxing my throat. Though I’d had others in my mouth, I had a feeling Odin, like Magni, was not going to be the least bit gentle.

  The earthy taste of sweat and musk filled my mouth as his cock slid over my tongue. Unbidden, my tongue moved and swiped the underside of his shaft.

  Each time he pulled my head forward, my body trembled as I tried to suppress my natural reaction to having something shoved deep in my throat. My fingernails dug into the soft skin of his inner thighs as I tried to push my head back.

  “Lick the shaft. Get it nice and wet.”

  Since he had pulled free of my mouth, I gratefully did as I was told. Grasping the thick bottom half of his cock, wondering at how it could feel so soft yet hard at the same time, I ran my tongue up the length, swirling the tip over the sensitive head as I tasted his essence.

  “Again. Nice and wet.”

  I licked and laved his shaft again till the skin glistened in the dim candlelight.

  “Turn around. Put your face on the floor, and keep your ass high.”

  Obeying, I placed my heated cheek on the cool wood surface of the floor, nestling my bottom between his thighs.

  The moment his large hands parted my bottom cheeks, I rose up on my hands. “Oh please! Please don’t put it there! It hurts! I hate it there,” I whined.

  My outburst earned me a sharp spank on my right buttock.

  “You will learn to like having a cock up your ass, Snow. Perhaps I shall discuss some training for you with the other men. Would you like to spend your day with a smooth wooden rod shoved in your ass to help you learn your place?”

  Vigorously shaking my head no, I resumed my prone position on the floor.

  I could feel the tip of his finger swirl around my hidden entrance. My body clenched tight around it when he poked just the tip in.

  “So responsive,” he murmured.

  Next, I felt the soft, large head of his cock. There was pressure, then nothing. Then more pressure. He kept pushing forward till my body relented. His cock slid in just past the head where my tight ring of muscle once more clenched down.

  “Ow! Ow!” I winced.

  Ignoring my pain, he repositioned his grip on my bottom and surged forward. My whole body rocked forward with surprise, tearing his cock from inside my body.

  Before I could resume the position on my own, Odin grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back.

  “I guess I will have to keep my grip on your hair to keep you still.”

  Now without pause or hesitation, he forced his cock into my tight hole, straight to the hilt.

  I screamed out in pain.

  “That is what you get when you don’t stay in position.”

  “Oh god! Take it out! Take it out!” I pleaded.

  His only answer was to pull back then thrust forward again. His fierce grip on my hair kept my body bowed and in position, primed for his pounding cock.

  In and out.

  Thrust after thrust.

  Each new intrusion a sharp, cramping pain through my body. After several thrusts, it felt as if he were tearing the delicate skin of my body. Before I could protest, Odin pulled free. Using his grip on my hair, he swiveled me around to face him on my knees once more.

  “Suck it.”

  “I…I can’t…it’s…it’s been…”

  “Suck it, or I fuck your ass dry.”

  “But it’s been in…my…my bottom.”

  “Last chance to wet my cock, Snow,” he warned.

  With a whimper, I rose up on my knees. I opened my mouth then shied away, repulsed by the idea. Odin tugged on my hair, a silent threat. Licking my dry lips, I opened my mouth again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hesitantly wrapped my lips around the head. My own musky essence was on the tip of my tongue.

  “All the way down,” he growled.

  Choking back a sob, I lowered my head down over his cock, desperately trying to keep my tongue away from the thick shaft but failing. A final push from his hand on the back of my head had me swallowing it whole. After a moment, Odin pulled my head up.

  “Now lick it. Lick the taste of your ass off my cock. Get it wet so I can fuck you again.”

  Tears trickled down my cheeks as I did as I was told. At first, I just used the barest tip of my tongue but that earned me a slap to the cheek. After that, I laved him eagerly with my whole tongue till his shaft was once again wet and ready to take me.

  “Down on the floor,” he commanded.

  Once I was in position, with my bottom between his thighs, he placed his cock at my now sore, tight back entrance.

  “This time, I want you to rock back.”

  “What?”

  “Rock back. I want you to fuck your own ass on my cock.”

  “Please don’t make me!”

  “Do it now.”

  Shifting my hips back, I could feel his cock push inside me. Slowly, I moved till my bottom connected with his body. I had taken him to the hilt. I moved forward and gingerly repeated the motion. As I was concentrating on the task, I could feel Odin move his hand between my legs. The tips of his fingers began to tease my cunny.

  “Faster,” he barked.

  Startled, I moved my hips back faster. I felt full and overwhelmed…dominated. The thought brought a wave of little shocks up my spine. I loathed to admit it, but I loved how these men used me, made me feel as though I was only a vessel for their cocks. A hole. It was so raw and primal. My wicked thoughts made me move faster, to tease the pain, relishing every clench and cramp.

  Odin pulled my hair again. This time I knew my duty.

  I swung around on my knees and eagerly swallowed his cock. Licking and sucking its length. Tasting myself and him. All the while, my own hand reached down to rub my cunny, needing to feel the rising tingling pressure.

  “I want your ass again,” he moaned.

  I turned and placed my cheek on the floor, submissive…subservient.

  I gave a small yelp as he pushed his cock in. My bottom felt sore and swollen as he
began to violently pound into my body.

  It was twisted and wrong and I loved it. I wasn’t bold enough to call out, but all I could hear in my head was a steady cadence…hurt me…hurt me…hurt me. Pain was real. It was raw. It was in the moment. The sick blend of pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure made me feel alive. It heated my skin, banished the cold, and set my world ablaze.

  Each of these men in their own way had chased away my shadows and breathed life into my world.

  His cock stretched my bottom hole. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more from him, I felt the flat of his palm on my ass cheek. The harsh sound of his slap resounded around the small chamber. Hot stinging heat crept over my skin.

  “Yes!” I cried out without thinking.

  Odin spanked me again and again. Each slap timed with his cock pushing as deep as possible into my tight, clenching passage. He fell to his knees, pushing me forward till my hips hit the floor. With his hands on either side of my shoulders, he thrust hard and deep. I could feel the scrape of his pants against the delicate, heated skin of my bottom. My mouth opened on a silent scream as my own release crashed over my body, seeming to rip and tear the pleasure from the grasp of pain.

  Through the pounding heartbeat in my ears, I could hear Odin’s roar as he pressed his hands against my lower back and released his seed deep inside my bottom.

  For several minutes, the only sound in the room was our mingled harsh breathing.

  Odin stirred. Sitting back on the chair, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over till my back was on the floor, my legs high and open.

  “Keep your legs open. Lift up your hips. I want to see your bottom hole.”

  Placing my hands on the floor on either side of my hips, I lifted them high, exposing myself to his lustful gaze. Odin reached to the side and picked up a slice of apple. Keeping his eyes on mine, he placed the thin wedge against my bottom hole. It felt cool and wet as he slid it up the crease and over my cunny.

  “Come here.”

  I rose up on my elbows, then on my knees.

  He held the slice of apple, dripping with his seed close to my lips.

  “Open your mouth.”

  This time, I didn’t hesitate. Opening my mouth, I let him place the apple on my tongue. Closing my lips, I relished the sweet and musky taste of our lovemaking.

  Odin chuckled. “My god you are turning out to be quite the treasure, Snow.”

  Reaching down, he lifted me into his arms. There he cradled me for what seemed like hours, my head on his shoulder, lulled by the sound of his deep breaths. Sometime later, I felt him rise and walk to the bed. Placing me under the covers, he tucked in behind me. With his arm wrapped securely around my waist, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

  Fifteen

  Their only warning was the thunderous pounding of horse hooves. The huntsmen grabbed their bows and quivers shouting instructions and orders to one another.

  Through the cacophony, I could hear repeated demands that I hide in the root cellar, that I seek safety. I couldn’t move. The idea that these men were going out to face certain death for my sake stopped me stone cold. Our journey had begun as hunter and prey, with me as the prize. But it had changed. I felt it deep in my heart. I now craved their rough passion and protective embraces. After allowing myself to become numb and cold to the delights of the world, they had warmed me.

  I now knew just how much they had risked to keep me by their side. A queen’s wrath. My stepmother’s wrath.

  The huntsmen had saved me more than once. I couldn’t let them stand alone. I wasn’t sure what I could do to protect them, but I was going to at least try.

  I watched from behind the sacks of flour in the kitchen till they all bravely filed out to confront the queen. Keeping my body bent and low, away from the windows, I crept toward the door.

  My stepmother was perched on a coal-black steed, dressed in purple robes with gold thread. The crown…my stolen crown…perched on her head. Surrounding her were over a hundred guardsmen, ready to do battle. Along the edges of the forest, behind the guardsmen’s horses, I could see the villagers begin to gather out of morbid curiosity.

  “You have betrayed me, huntsmen,” charged the queen.

  “And why does our queen think it so?” asked Dagr.

  “The heart you presented to me, Snow’s heart, the one I ate, was nothing more than a boar’s heart,” she said with a sneer.

  My gut twisted at her hate-laced words. I had long ago come to terms with my stepmother’s desire to see me dead, but it was quite another thing to hear her utter the wish. I meant no more to her than a speck of dust on her boot—probably less.

  “The queen wanted Snow away from the castle, gone from her life. We have provided that to you. There is no need for this,” responded Tore.

  “I decide what is needed, and I decide whether my wishes have been fulfilled. I wanted Snow dead,” shouted the queen.

  I watched as an air of unease swept over the increasing crowd of villagers. Apparently, my stepmother did not realize or care that she had a growing audience, that she was admitting to her subjects she had set out to kill their princess, the beloved daughter of their former king.

  Magni stepped forward. “We will take Snow to a land far away. You have our word you will never set eyes on the lass again.”

  “No! That is not good enough. I want her dead! I want to eat her still warm heart,” threatened the queen through clenched teeth as her eyes lit with an unholy fire.

  “You get her over our dead bodies,” roared Freyr as each of the huntsmen stepped back with their left foot to brace themselves for battle. Drawing their bows, they were prepared to battle over a hundred guardsmen to save me. It was certain death.

  “So be it. Men, kill the huntsmen and burn the cabin down. But not before you bring me the dead body of Snow White.”

  “No!” I screamed as I came running out of the sanctuary of the cabin.

  Ignoring the horrified looks of the huntsmen, I tried to break through their line and reach the queen.

  “Take me! Take me! Don’t kill them!” I screamed as I struggled to break Jerrik’s hard grasp on my arm.

  “Kill them all,” ordered the queen.

  Almost in slow motion, I watched as the guardsmen raised their bows. The queen’s guard was notorious for poisoning the tips of their arrows. The huntsmen would be felled without a chance to truly fight. Breaking free of Jerrik’s grasp, I dove in front of Dagr just as the first arrow was loosed in his direction.

  The sharp point pierced my chest.

  I could feel a cold, creeping blackness spread across my body. The world around me tilted as all I could hear were garbled shouts and screams.

  Then all went black.

  I felt like I was underwater. I could hear sounds, but they were indistinct, muffled. As I swam to the surface, I could feel the warmth of a fire on my cheek. I also felt their presence. My huntsmen.

  They were stroking my arms, my hair as they softly murmured.

  Closer and closer to the surface I floated.

  Their murmurings became more distinct. I could feel their anger, their sadness and pain. Instinctively, I knew it was over me.

  “My lovely lass. We lost you too soon,” whispered Magni.

  “I will miss her laughter,” said Freyr as he stroked my hair.

  “And her dreadful cooking. What I wouldn’t give to eat one of the Snow’s burnt biscuits again,” responded Tore.

  “The cabin won’t feel the same without her bundled up in one of our quilts, her little toes peeking out,” said Steen, his voice tight with emotion.

  “Our beds will feel empty. No one will ever replace our Snow.” Odin’s sadness was palpable.

  “At least her soul can rest in peace knowing we have avenged her. That wretched queen paid the ultimate price for hurting our Snow,” said Jerrik heatedly.

  “My deepest regret is we never told her we loved her. We should have done so, men. We should have told her every day the moment she
opened her eyes that she was loved.” This from Dagr, the hardest and most distant of my men.

  My lips were softly pressed by each and every one of them. A soft kiss of goodbye as they each whispered in my ear how much they loved me.

  A tear slipped from the corner of my eye to trace a wet path down my cheek. My eyes fluttered open.

  I had broken free of the poisoned trance.

  Staring into their astonished gazes, I smiled. “I love each and every one of you. I love you all. My brave and wonderful seven huntsmen.”

  Epilogue

  Two years later.

  I sat in the warm sunshine, rocking back and forth, holding my precious bundle in my arms. The day I gave birth to our daughter was the happiest of my life. My huntsmen could not have been prouder papas, each declaring the babe had her mother’s fair skin, red lips and silky ebony hair. With my stepmother’s demise, my first act as the new queen was to abolish the monarchy. I wanted everyone to live in freedom and peace without having to fear the whims of a king or queen. Besides, I wanted nothing more than to return to my life with the huntsmen in our cozy cabin.

  Every moment of my life, they made sure I felt happy, safe and warm. Each day was filled with passion, laughter and, yes, still the occasional punishment when I felt the need to tease and stir them up a bit. And now with the birth of my daughter, I was happy beyond measure.

  Leaning forward, I gave her a kiss on her soft forehead and began to recite my favorite fairytale—the story of how I met my huntsmen. Of course, I had to fib a bit on some of the details.

  “Snow White gazed upon the seven dwarfs. Delighting in their antics as they each introduced themselves. Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, Doc, Bashful, Dopey and Sneezy.”

  “You are definitely Dopey,” laughed Magni as he punched Steen in the arm.

  I looked up to see all seven of my men watching me rock their baby to sleep.

  “Dagr has to be Grumpy!” piped in Tore.

  “Come on, Snow. Tell us which one is which in your tale,” cajoled Steen.

  I just smiled…and then stuck my tongue out at them, knowing my bit of spirited sass would get their attention.