The Hunting of Snow White: A Grim Tale - Chapter 44

It was perfect sophistry, but all that escaped her lips were foolish moans. She couldn’t answer.

Each time he rubbed against her slyly, as if probing, the dangerous pleasure made her lower belly unbearably ticklish.

Without warning, the essence of her arousal seeped out, slicking over his c**k in sticky smears. Even in the water, she could distinctly feel the slippery texture.

“So heal me, Prina.”

“Ahh, ngh, h-how…”

How was she supposed to fix this? She was at a loss.

She’d studied the healing arts for quite a long time, but she’d never studied anything like this.

It was only natural she wouldn’t know. There had been no such cases.

She’d treated all kinds of patients at the convent, but this was the first time she’d ever met one claiming his c**k hurt from being hard.

“You told me not to strain myself. Then you should climb on and ride me.”

While her n*****s were being rubbed up above and kisses were showered on her nape, down below he was grinding his s*x against her.

She couldn’t think straight. Even though her ears heard his words, she couldn’t decide how to respond or what to do; her head was blank from arousal.

The important thing was that Mr. Hunter not be in pain… She figured she should resolve this quickly, get out of the bath, and treat him.

“Mm, ha, i-if you… tell me how to do it…”

“First, put your arms around my neck.”

Prina obediently looped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

Was this really alright? As she hugged his neck, the wound on his shoulder was pressed, and she looked at him with tearful eyes.

“It must hurt… ngh.”

“Sorry, but right now my c**k hurts more than my shoulder. My c**k takes priority.”

…Does it really hurt when it gets that hard?

Having never been a man before him, she couldn’t know.

His s*x was already stiff as if it might burst, radiating heat. Since there was no way to know his pain, she had no choice but to take his word for it.

“Hug my neck tighter. That’s it.”

When she crossed her arms and hugged him fully, Hunter likewise drew Prina’s waist and upper body in close, pressing them together.

“Raise your knees and squat down a bit, Prina.”

When she squatted as told, the manhood that had only been rubbing against her suddenly changed angle and thrust into her entrance.

“Ahhk!”

The moment he entered her, the near-squeezing tightness made Hunter bite back a curse.

Even though she was thoroughly wet and, just last night, he’d pounded into her all night to widen her, the inside of a woman was still small and narrow.

No matter how much he stretched her, she always returned to how she was before. When would she finally fit him as if made for him? There was no way except to carve himself into her depths, to thrust again and again until she remembered him.

Each time he forced his way into those tightly sealed walls, it felt almost like opening a new path no one had ever reached.

Well, this was their first for both of them. Something that had never touched anyone else was now inside a place no one had ever reached. Now, they belonged solely to each other.

My lovely Prina.

You were born for me, and I exist for you.

Hunter took his time drinking in the sight of the figure of astonished Prina, crying in shock.

Her large eyes were brimming. Her deep sapphire irises were so beautiful he wanted to pluck them out and look at them closely. Her tear-streaked, blotchy eyes, and her lips that refused to close.

All of it belonged to no one but him.

“Beautiful, Prina.”

“Hicc.”

Startled, Prina gave a small hiccup.

Would she flinch like this every time he called her beautiful? Now she was even hiccuping. So timid. Even rabbits or other herbivores wouldn’t be startled all day like this.

It wasn’t as though he was going to eat her. But no, perhaps swallowing her whole wouldn’t be so bad.

Yes, this was both lust and hunger.

Her cheeks, flushed like ripe fruit. Her full b*****s, and the n*****s perched atop them like cherries… Every time he sucked on them, his mouth watered.

What if he bit into her b*****s like soft bread? If he bit at the most sensitive buds on her chest and between her legs? Would she cry?

She would tremble even more than the rabbit she had once struggled desperately to save. Just imagining it made his c**k throb.

“Beautiful.”