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convulsively upon the sheets how it pleasured him. Learning that if you touched a man just there or if you ran the tip of your tongue across the flesh there, or there, it was enough to make him arch from the bed with a hoarse cry.
    “Ander!” Gault’s hands grasped Ander’s head, holding him still from the exquisite torture he had been inflicting. Ander smiled. He knelt between Gault’s legs, running a hand over his firm muscled thighs. Snow White’s abdomen drew tight with anticipation as he lowered his head and gently licked the base of Gault’s shaft. Gault’s flesh pulsed beneath his questing tongue. He drew it upwards slowly, and Snow White felt satisfaction flood her at Gault’s sharp hiss of pleasure. One hand wrapped itself around Gault’s shaft; the other cupped the smooth flesh of his balls. Ander’s mouth opened wide as he took in Gault’s thick length. He suckled the satin skin, his tongue swirling around the tip. Gault’s hands tightened around his head once more.
    “Harder,” he ground out. Ander bobbed his head as his mouth slid up and down Gault’s burning length. Gault pushed against his mouth, his hips flexing. “Harder,” he groaned. Ander’s teeth grazed Gault’s taut flesh. With a stifled moan, Gault’s hips rose as he surged into Ander’s mouth. He thrust madly against him before uttering a ragged cry, his hands falling to his sides, sweat gleaming on his heaving chest. As Gault climaxed, Snow White felt his pleasure surge from his belly and balls into his shaft. She cried out, gasping for breath as the most intense feelings she had ever experienced swept through her.
    Gault drew Ander up to lay beside him. Wrapping his arms around him, he buried his head against Ander’s neck. He ran his hands over Ander’s body as his breathing slowed.
    “I love you,” Snow White heard him murmur as the mirror before her grew dark once more.

The Prince
    Charming by name, if not by nature, Prince Charming surveyed his intended with a practiced eye whilst offering her a practiced smile. Like most of these southern women, she was pale as moon-fall, silver hair and silver eyes that offered him no hint as to what she was thinking. Still, her fingers leapt in his when he took her hand and kissed it, so perhaps there was more than ice water flowing in her veins. He released her hand and turned to offer his respects to the stepmother, feeling a little spark of interest in his groin as he ran his gaze over her darker golden bounty. Hmmm. Perhaps he could ride both the mare and the filly? He offered her a smile too and was pleased to see her eyes widen before they sought out the dark huntsman who lounged so insolently against the far wall.
    Against the other wall stood seven dwarves, their black eyes expressionless as they looked on. Except for the youngest, who kept casting scowling looks in Charming’s direction. Charming gave him a cold look in return and was pleased to note that the insolent creature had the grace to drop his head and stare at his feet. Charming loathed dwarves. They would be amongst the first things to go once he and Snow White were wed. After his wife’s virginity of course. He stifled a private chuckle.
    His intended took his arm as he led her outside to present his bride gift, exclaiming with delight when she saw the sleek grey palfrey waiting there. She stroked its neck with one pale hand.
    “Does it please you?” Charming murmured. “He is not an easy beast, but I assumed you would be a wonderful rider. You do like to ride, don’t you, my lady?”
    Faint colour washed across her cheeks.
    Charming allowed himself another smile. She knew what he meant. Virgins were well enough, but ignorant virgins were tedious. A theoretical knowledge, at least, of what went on in the marriage bed would ensure she didn’t run screaming the minute he dropped his drawers.
    After an interminable time spent exchanging platitudes with his betrothed and her stepmother, Charming was shown to