“You’ve done very well, my dear,” said Doc. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, after dinner we’ll have a party to celebrate your living with us.”
And so they did. Saturday’s meal was delicious, then the dwarfs broke out a barrel of ale they’d brewed. Everyone, including Snow White, became giggly from the brew and Happy played his fiddle and flute. The dwarfs began to dance with Snow White and did so for hours, it seemed, until they all collapsed on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, each one more than a little tipsy.
It was Doc who lay next to her, propped up against a trunk of paints with his arm around her shoulders. Dopey’s head was on her bare thigh, and Sleepy was asleep face down on one of her covered breasts. The others were scattered close by in ale-induced slumber.
She felt close to Doc and trusted him above all the rest. Large for a dwarf, he had only short legs. His torso and arms were of normal size and she now realized he was very muscular. His short beard also made him look older than he was. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him, savoring his scent. He smelled a bit like the huntsman had that earlier day…raw and male. She pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and her tongue slipped between her lips to kiss and taste his skin. She felt overly warm, and not just from the ale. Her skin felt as if it were glowing, and a warmly pulsing wave of feeling throbbed persistently where her legs came together.
Doc reacted to her kiss by moaning, and looking at her quickly. The flesh in his groin felt alive and began to grow. It was at this point that Snow White saw the bulge behind his codpiece and the throbbing in her pussy became more pronounced and rapid. Continue reading
