The Hunting of Snow White: A Grim Tale - Chapter 36

My gentle and good Prina.

Poor, lovable Prina who longs for whole, unbroken affection.

I’ll give you what you want.

Prina, give yourself to me.

Watching as she blushed as she bared her b*****s, afraid yet offering up her heart, Hunter smiled in satisfaction at her defenseless face. Feeling her soft skin fill his grasp, he couldn’t hold back the surge of desire and seized her b****t roughly.

Some emotion—whether shame or fear, she couldn’t tell—pooled beneath her heart and throbbed. When his fingertips lightly teased her n****e through the cloth, Prina unknowingly gulped for air.

When he pushed her negligee up to her throat, her modest b*****s were laid bare. Her skin, fair to the point of translucence, caught the moonlight and looked all the more enticing.

Dazed by the sight for an instant, he then, like someone who can’t restrain his appetite, bit down hard on the peak.

“Ahng—”

Her plump n****e was sucked into his mouth in a heartbeat. At the taut pull at the tip, Prina shut her eyes and bit her lower lip without thinking. Blood rushed to the n****e at once, and it felt as if every nerve threaded through her b*****s stood on end.

His lips, his breath, the tip of his tongue were frighteningly hot. As his tongue softly rubbed over her n****e, it stood rigid, a wick set upright. The apricot-hued b****t rolled moistly about inside his mouth.

With his relentless caresses touching that sensitive spot again and again, Prina’s breathing grew tight and quick. At every small sensation, her heart gave a twitch.

Was it really alright to feel this good? She had grown up in a convent that treated pleasure as sin. She’d left the convent, yet part of her still seemed to be there.

Even so, now there was no helping it. She couldn’t escape. All she could do was surrender herself to the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her.

When Prina’s chest swelled with a small gasp, he opened his mouth wider and sucked even past the outer edge of her areola. The bold caresses, which felt like having her heart bitten, sent a shallow shiver racing down her spine.

Ailing little moans slipped from between her lips.

“Mmng, ah… aah.”

When she looked down, she saw Hunter nursing at her b****t. The sight of him devouring her with an innocent, guileless face was so e****c it was frightening.

Each time his reddened lips—stained from worrying her n****e—worked and mouthed, it felt like he was voicing his need. I want to devour you. Let me devour you. From it Prina felt an inexplicable impatience and a kind of mental ecstasy.

She was afraid of being devoured, consumed… yet she wanted to give. It was a strange feeling.

Because he wanted her so earnestly. Because it was something she could give. If she gave herself to him… would that make him happy? If it would, she wanted to do it. And she didn’t dislike it. Rather, she liked it. She liked it so much her chest swelled. She wanted to grow used to saying she liked it.

Supporting her b****t from beneath, Hunter toyed with her n*****s in turn. Unable to restrain his excitement, he sometimes set his teeth and bit, sometimes drew in the tender flesh deeply, leaving his marks on the skin over her heart as though branding it. Under those devouring caresses, Prina didn’t know what to do. Her toes tightened and relaxed over and over.

When his hot lips touched her solar plexus, her breath caught. Feeling her skin tense in alarm, he gave a low laugh and slid his mouth lower. He pressed a steady kiss to her round navel.

“Prina.”

He spoke her name once more.

Then, as naturally as flowing water, his hands skimmed up her legs.

His moist lips touched her ankle bone. Following the curve of her calf upward, he kissed the faintly blushing knee, and her knees buckled. He smoothly took hold of them and eased them apart.