Snow White (01-05)

Chapter 1

: Opening Chapter

Long, long ago, there was a Snow White. Her skin was as white as snow, and she was nicknamed
Snow 's mother, but she died too young, and Snow White had little memory of her. Her father,
the king of this small coastal kingdom, was a powerful ruler. Although the country was small, the king's strict laws were never
relaxed. The ministers were all loyal to the king, and the people all obeyed the law, living peacefully in the land under the king's rule.

Because it was a small coastal kingdom, the country needed to be constantly on guard against foreign invasion. From the noble ancestors hundreds of years
ago , they had always paid great attention to repairing and perfecting the coastal fortifications. By the time of Snow White's father,
the entire nation's resources had been used to build dozens of tall, imposing castles to house troops and defend against foreign invasion. To Snow White, the outside
world was like a giant wave crashing against the blue stone walls of the castle—vast, mysterious,
and dangerous.

The King doted on Bai Bai, sometimes calling her Snow White, sometimes Bai Bai. For fifteen years, Bai Bai had been the softest corner of his steely exterior, carefully tending and watering this white flower
like a sensitive gardener . 　　Speaking of flowers, Bai Bai was undoubtedly a plump magnolia blossom, full of life, its thick branches Bai Bai's legs were shapely and firm, tapering from thigh to calf, the lines so classical and beautiful . Needless to say, Bai Bai had naturally full hips, making her waist appear incredibly slender. Overall, she wasn't exactly slender, even plump, but this didn't detract from her lightness, for her body was so taut, so radiant, so vibrant. Paired with a rosy-tinged face, she was a lovely girl. For a fifteen-year-old Bai Bai, her breasts weren't small; one could say they had the potential to become large-breasted, but that hadn't happened yet. Her breasts resembled two small animals crouching on her chest, breathing softly. 　　As Snow White grew older, she could no longer stay in the palace and always longed to go out and play. It had to be said, there were few playmates of similar age in the palace, and Snow White was quite lonely. 　　One day, her father sent her a painting from the border. It was a depiction of the castle her father lived in when he was stationed by the sea, painted by an artist accompanying him. The sky in the painting was low, the clouds thick, and the castle seemed to stand between heaven and earth . The artist was painting an impending downpour. Snow White looked at it intently, feeling amazed and longing, as if the scene in the painting touched her deeply. 　　Every year, her father would go to inspect the border, a long journey. Snow White felt she had grown up and couldn't stay still. While looking at the painting, she unfolded the letter she had written to her father, expressing her desire to visit and her longing for life by the sea. 　　A reply came quickly; the king had granted Snow White's request and sent a personal guard, preparing a fine carriage to escort the princess on her journey. Aside from a few necessary aristocratic social occasions, this was Snow White's first real long journey. The trip lasted about ten days. By the time Snow White arrived at to continue his inspection tour. Snow White and several maids had to slowly adapt to the new environment. 　　At dusk, the carriage finally arrived, and Snow White saw the sea with her own eyes—for the first time in her life. The sound of the waves was loud and clear, and the air was filled with a salty, fishy smell, which excited Snow White. She looked at the seemingly endless stone steps leading to the castle and lightly lifted her skirt to ascend them. 　　This trip changed Snow White's life, ushering in her adolescence. 　　After washing up and having dinner in her room, the maids attended to her, helping her change into her nightgown and blowing out most the candlesticks. The guards, not daring to be negligent, gave the princess a few brief instructions and then took their positions according to the king's personal arrangements, guarding her safety throughout the night. 　　Despite the fatigue of her journey, the young princess couldn't possibly sleep. Dragging her nightgown, she went to the window, finding the sea breeze wonderful. The sea was calm, and she couldn't resist running to the castle terrace. She braced herself against the stone walls, letting the sea breeze tousle her long hair and lift her white nightgown. 　　The maids came to offer the princess a cashmere shawl and urged her to rest. Only then did Bai Xue reluctantly return to her bedside. Holding a candlestick, she carefully observed the room. This room had been specially arranged by her father, at the behest of the guards, according to Bai Xue's childhood habits—luxurious and warm, designed to ensure the princess's comfort. The curtains were newly changed to colors and fabrics familiar to Bai Xue, a dark red base with gold tassels. Near the window was a small table for writing letters, and beside it was a bookcase against the wall, sparsely filled with novels for Bai Xue's amusement and her favorite botany books. Several paintings with a sea theme adorned the walls, their style similar to the one Bai Xue had received. 　　Bai Xue, holding a candle, walked to the bookshelf, stroking the spines of the books. She noticed a small, lake-green book tucked among them. The cover had no title; she liked the color, one she'd never seen before. The book looked thin and somewhat old. 　　She opened the first page, which read "To My Love." 　　The second page depicted a young woman with her hair piled high, wearing an elegant tutu. A barely ; she slightly bowed her head, her arms folded across her stomach. There were no words. 　　On the third page, the woman had lifted her thick tutu, and Bai Xue was surprised to find that the woman in the painting wasn't wearing any undergarments . Beneath the skirt, her thighs were bare, which looked somewhat abrupt. At the end of her legs was a thick patch of pubic hair . Bai Xue subconsciously swallowed, glancing at the palace maids standing outside; they seemed unmoved. 　　Page four, page five… It turned out to be a picture book without words. The main content was about a woman masturbating; she inserted her middle finger into her genitals, her face flushed with shyness. On the last page, a liquid trickled down her thigh and onto the floor, forming a puddle. 　　Snow White flipped through the book repeatedly, feeling parched and her whole body trembling slightly. 　　Finally back in bed, the maids lowered the curtains, blew out the candles, and took their leave. 　　Thinking about the little book she had just seen, Snow White's mind was filled with the pictures, especially the ones of the shameless woman inserting her middle finger into her genitals. Her curiosity reached its limit; unconsciously, she reached down to her genitals and touched them through her gauze skirt. She propped herself up, her skirt slipping down to her abdomen, then slowly lowered her legs. Snow White's small hand reached into her panties, touching the warm triangle area and the dense pubic hair.

The thought of the woman's pubic hair made her heart leap into her throat. Her cold hands touched her hot, swollen genitals, stimulating
Bai Xue. Instinctively, she rubbed her vulva repeatedly, moving from her urethra downwards and back up. Bai Xue felt
a slippery fluid overflowing from below. Her heartbeat and hand movements grew increasingly rapid, as if welcoming something, but she didn't
know what it was—it must have been something incredibly wonderful. And so, Bai Xue experienced her first
orgasm . At that moment, she broke out in a cold sweat from her feet to her entire body, and it took her a long time to calm down.

Dazed, Bai Xue quickly fell asleep and slept until dawn. Around seven in the morning, Bai Xue
got up to relieve herself. A palace maid attended to her, asking if the princess wanted to sleep more. Bai Xue said she was very tired and wanted to sleep more, so
she went back to bed. The maids, not daring to disturb her, withdrew.

Bai Xue thought of the magical experience from the previous night, and her heart pounded again. Following her experience,
her small hands slowly explored her genitals once more. Bai Xue climaxed twice more, then slept until 2 PM.
She woke naturally, feeling reborn, and stretched. She got out of bed and immediately complained of hunger.

After washing up and eating, there wasn't much to do. It was already dusk. Bai Xue had played around with the palace maids
for a while and was tired. She ate some snacks and tea, then dismissed everyone, saying she wanted to read for a while.

Of course, how could Bai Xue possibly read any other book now? She repeatedly played with and flipped through that little book,
wondering how such a book could be there. Perhaps it was too small and accidentally mixed in? Maybe.

After dinner, Bai Xue went to enjoy the sea breeze again. The sea was still so calm. Today, a fiery red sunset appeared on the horizon—
so beautiful! She felt like flying up to those clouds; perhaps winged fairies could do that, Bai Xue thought to herself.

After playing for a while longer, Snow White went to sleep. She drew the curtains, blew out the candles, and the quiet night descended. Listening to
the sound of the waves outside, Snow White couldn't help but engage in that act again, bringing herself to orgasm three times until she was drenched in
sweat and utterly exhausted before finally falling asleep.

Thus, Snow White spent her first month by the sea, indulging in masturbation and gazing at the sea.

Chapter One Section

Two: Father's Return

In the past month, Snow White had experienced a level of enjoyment and freedom she hadn't felt in the palace for over a decade.

In the endless, seemingly limitless act of masturbation, Snow White found pleasure and discovered her own body. Her
courage grew, and she constantly experimented with various methods of masturbation, seeking greater pleasure and becoming more immersed in it.

When she wasn't in a rush, Bai Xue would sit at the small table by the window, pretending to write letters
or admire the scenery. In reality, she would secretly take a small, lake-green book and, through her low-cut underwear, use the hard spine of the book to rub
her sensitive vulva. Within minutes, Bai Xue would be slumped over the table, her face
glazed over, her underwear soaked. One afternoon, she had to dismiss the maids and change her underwear herself,
because she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she had lost control of her bladder and urinated. She quickly cut her wet underwear into pieces and
threw them into the fireplace.

In the quiet of the night, with the bed curtains drawn, Bai Xue couldn't wait to imitate the protagonist in the book, completely removing her underwear and
exposing her plump thighs under her nightgown. She would then press the spine of the book directly against
her vulva without any barrier. Bai Xue felt an even more direct stimulation; the hard spine pressed against
the nerves of pleasure through her vaginal skin and fat. Soon, very soon, Bai Xue would tense her entire body, arch her lower body, and then
collapse limply onto the bed.

Another time, after experiencing five or six orgasms in bed, Bai Xue couldn't find any more way to stimulate herself.
Covered in sweat, she stripped naked and lay there for a while. Then, she picked up a small book,
rolled over, and placed it spine-up on the bed, pressing her vagina against the spine. With the elasticity of the mattress, she pressed down
and bounced back rhythmically, the speed increasing until Bai Xue's legs and feet tensed to their
limit. Then, she let out a satisfied groan from deep within her body and collapsed there.

And so on and so forth.

The small book was soaked with vaginal fluid and urine, its color darkening, and the pages becoming thicker and harder.

One morning around five o'clock, Bai Xue woke up. The previous evening, while
eating dinner, she had been watching the flickering candlelight and suddenly felt a strong urge for climax. She quickly finished
her meal, saying she was a little tired, and had the maids help her wash up. Before eight o'clock, Bai Xue went to bed and
began her pleasurable games before falling asleep. It was still early.

She got up and lifted the bed curtains, seeing a sliver of light peeking through the gaps. She knew it was still early, and the maids
were already asleep in the outer room. She tiptoed through the outer room, wrapped herself in a cashmere shawl, and went to the terrace for some fresh air.

This terrace was specifically for Bai Xue to enjoy the view, so the guards didn't stand close enough to avoid disturbing the princess.

Bai Xue went alone to the stone wall and gazed at the boundless sea. The morning sea was churning with angry waves, and
the sea breeze was biting. Bai Xue looked up at the sky; dark clouds were moving rapidly, and a heavy rain was imminent.

Snow White loved the sea breeze; it made her feel as if she could fly on the wind. She leaned against the stone wall,
peering down at the castle's base. The waves crashed relentlessly against the castle, one higher than the next, filling her with dread.

Suddenly, a bright, fleeting flash appeared on the horizon, startling Snow White. A few seconds later, a deafening
clap of thunder , so loud that Snow White quickly covered her head. "It must be raining," Snow White thought, preparing to turn
back.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands embraced Snow White. She instinctively cried out. A face covered in sea salt
pressed against hers, the stubble short and hard against her skin.

"Snow White! Darling, Father is back!" the voice was low and gentle.

"Father, that's wonderful! You're back!" Snow White knew it was her father and became excited. Her

father didn't let go; he continued to hold her from behind, his embrace strong and firm, impossible to break free from,
and unwilling to do so.

"Snow White..." The king rubbed his face even deeper against Snow White's.

"Father..." Snow White took a deep breath.

"My darling," the king also exhaled deeply, then said, "My darling, Father is very tired, but seeing you
makes me not tired at all." As he spoke, the king slowly brought his lips to Snow White's fair and delicate neck and gently touched
it .

"Father..." This time, her father felt both familiar and unfamiliar, yet his embrace still made her
feel safe and secure.

"Snow White, it's been so long since I've held you." The king breathed softly, almost moaning, murmuring as
he slowly moved his arms up, crossing them over Snow White's breasts. The moisture grew heavier,
soaking both of their hair.

Snow White didn't speak, nor did she struggle. The moment her breasts were covered by his large hands, she
felt a jolt of electricity, her heart pounding. She instinctively regulated her breathing, trying to keep her chest from rising
and falling too much, as if that were a response to those large hands. This pleasure was
more intense .

The sound of waves, thunder, and lightning blurred the scene; it was impossible to tell if the waves were being stirred up or if it had started to rain.

The king lowered one hand and lifted Snow White's nightgown, revealing her bare thighs. Snow White rarely
wore underwear to bed anymore,

and at this moment, she was unaware of this detail that should have been embarrassing; she was completely dizzy.

His large hand slid down Snow White's leg to her inner thigh, which was already incredibly wet. Moving further up, he reached the source of
her vaginal fluids . The king could only roughly identify her pubic hair and vulva. When his hand slid down to her vulva,
it made a squelching sound as the fluid rubbed against her skin. The sound was so soft yet so obvious that it made both of them lose themselves in passion.

After a while, Snow White felt an unusually hot flesh pressing against her back. It was so hot and
so firm that its shape was easily felt—a long, thick thing.

The head of that thing had skin thinner and softer than Bai Xue's buttocks, yet it was
supported by such resolute hardness. It was slowly placed between Bai Xue's thighs, where it encountered gushing, slippery vaginal
fluid, smoothly reaching Bai Xue's vulva. Although Bai Xue had masturbated hundreds of times, she
didn't understand her own body's structure; she didn't know the difference between the urethra and the vulva, only having a vague understanding.

The glans, aided by the abundant vaginal fluid, moved back and forth at the entrance of her vulva, almost suffocating Bai Xue. She unconsciously
spread her legs, letting the heat get closer.

After about a few minutes, the glans could no longer hold back and forcefully probed into the opening. Bai Xue felt
a heart-wrenching pain, as if her weakest point had been discovered. But the glans showed no mercy,
ruthlessly prying open the opening little by little. If Bai Xue trembled violently, the glans would pause, then continue to penetrate deeper.

Until Bai Xue felt as if she were being stretched open like a hollow object, the pain accompanied by a tingling sensation, making
her unable to stop.

The king almost pressed Bai Xue down against the stone wall, and the two of them were almost soaked by the rain and seawater.
The king could no longer hold back, and he began to thrust rhythmically. Bai Xue let out low moans, as if enjoying it while enduring the pain.
Neither of them spoke, and this went on for about ten minutes. Bai Xue felt that
the nerves that had been stimulated by external masturbation were now being rhythmically rubbed and rubbed by the penis from the inside, and that rhythm came from her father's silent
communication . Her father, so hardworking, so loyal, and so unreserved, was presented behind her, and her lower body became more direct and sensitive.
She orgasmed with ten times the pleasure she had before, and streams of vaginal fluid poured down her thighs and the king's scrotum.
The king also realized this. He paused, and as if to comfort her, moved his penis inside Bai Xue's body,
and paused for a while.

Soon, the king began a new round of thrusting. There was so much vaginal fluid that each thrust made a squelching
sound, which seemed to draw the noble father and daughter closer. The king groaned shamelessly, and Bai Xue,
equally unashamed, spread her legs wider to welcome her father's penetration. About ten minutes later, the father
thrust forward, ejaculating streams of hot semen deep into Bai Xue's vagina. Bai Xue was brought to another
orgasm by the scalding semen. She could clearly feel the walls of her vagina contracting and relaxing, panting, enveloping
her father's enormous penis.

After resting for a moment, the king withdrew from the princess's body, dragging his wet, limp penis. He first adjusted
Bai Xue's nightgown, then tucked his own penis back into his trousers and tidied himself.

Bai Xue turned around, and the two faced each other in the pouring rain. The king's expression was blank, revealing neither
joy nor anger. He wiped the rain from Bai Xue's face and said, "From now on, when your father is here, you don't need
to wear an underskirt under your dress anymore."

The two helped each other into the castle.

Chapter 1 Section

3 Love and Lust (Part 1)

It was late at night, and the palace maids outside had been dismissed to their rooms downstairs to rest, leaving only the personal guards to stand watch in
the corridor .

The princess's bedroom door was tightly closed, and the large bed inside was completely covered by the bed curtains.

Inside the bed curtains, the king and princess were naked and passionately making love. The two faced each other, sitting
together in . The enclosed space exuded a lewd atmosphere. They had been making love for a while, but
neither of them had reached orgasm as quickly today, after all, they had been making love for several days in a row.

The princess's two plump buttocks rubbed back and forth against the king's firm, hairy thighs, and
beads of sweat had already seeped from her snow-white back. The king thrust in and out in rhythm with the princess, his healthy tan contrasting with
the defined muscles bulging from his exertions, glistening with sweat. He lowered his head to suckle his daughter's
breasts, so white they revealed bluish veins, while watching her vulva gently engulf his enormous penis.

Bai Xue clung tightly to her father's muscular upper body, but the distance between her arms was still considerable; his
shoulders were simply too broad and strong. She tilted her head back, moving with empty eyes staring at the ceiling, as if
her entire soul had been taken away by her father's massive penis.

"Baby, are you about to climax?"

"No."

"Me neither, I've been hard for so long, I really want to cum."

"Father, please fuck me as much as you want, I can cum anytime."

"Baby, you're so wonderful, how could I bear to pull out of your little hole? But let's
rest for a while, your little flesh is all swollen."

"Okay, then let's rest for a while without pulling out."

And so the two of them embraced, and because the king naturally had a large penis, if he hadn't intentionally tried to pull out...
The close proximity between them made it difficult for Bai Xue to leave her body. Exhausted, the two
lay down on their sides, still in this inserted position.

The king, lying there, kneaded Bai Xue's breasts, grinning wickedly, "Your breasts have gotten bigger again. My little
princess is getting more and more irresistible to your father." Bai Xue shyly lowered her head, looking away without speaking.

The king, undeterred, continued his teasing, "Do you like your father kneading your breasts, darling?" He
gently squeezed Bai Xue's face, turning it up slightly. "Yes," Bai Xue smiled, trying to hide her embarrassment, making her appear
even more mischievous and adorable.

"What do you like? Tell me."

"Oh, I don't want to say such vulgar words," Bai Xue said, snuggling against her father.

"No, darling, I want you to say vulgar words, only for your father. Your father will be very happy."

"Breasts," Bai Xue whispered.

"Say more, my darling, you excite me, you drive me crazy."

"Please, Father, rub my breasts more." "

Anything else, my little darling? Can you give me a few more words, hmm?"

"Please, Father, use your big cock to penetrate me more." The teasing was successful, and Snow White's lust was aroused. She looked at the king with hazy
eyes and swallowed a few times.

"Father, please keep fucking my cunt until I die, day and night, please let my little
hole suck your big cock."

The king couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped over and pinned Bai Xue beneath him, thrusting hard and fast. Bai Xue
couldn't help but moan loudly, "Father, your big cock is so hard, ah... too fast, please go deeper
."

Suddenly, Bai Xue curled up into a ball, wrapped around the king's body, twitched a few times, and then went limp
. Seeing that his daughter had passed out from orgasm, the king didn't linger. He thrust desperately into her little hole
a few more times and ejaculated.

Just as the king was about to pull out his now limp penis, Bai Xue grabbed him and said, "No, we agreed
to keep it inside forever. Doesn't Father like it?"

"Okay, okay, my darling, whatever you say."

And so the two of them fell asleep together.

Around four or five in the morning, the king woke up needing to use the restroom and got up to go. With the slightest movement,
Bai Xue groggily woke up. "Father, are we leaving?"

"Baby, Father needs to pee. You can go back to sleep."

"No, Father, don't pee! I want to pee here!"

"My dear, you're such a sweetheart. Do you want me to pee on your bed?"

"No, not on the bed, but in my daughter's cunt."

Bai Xue's sudden idea aroused her lust, and the king was even more aroused.

"Okay, are you willing for Father to pee in your cunt?"

"Please pee quickly, Father, I can't hold it in anymore."

The king lifted Bai Xue's lower body, supporting himself with his kneeling legs. After a moment of preparation,
he felt a jolt, and urine gushed uncontrollably from his urethra.

"Ah, it's so hot, Father, I'm so excited."

"My dear, after Father finishes peeing, I'll definitely fuck you hard."

The king felt like he had peed for a long time, and so much urine. This was the most pleasurable peeing experience of his life.

Finally, urine overflowed from Bai Xue's vagina, instantly emitting a strong stench.

"Father, I smell your urine! Come and fuck me, please!"

The king's large penis was already swollen beyond measure from stimulation, and he began to thrust into Bai Xue forcefully. In an instant,
the king's urine and Bai Xue's vaginal fluids splashed everywhere, another passionate encounter ensued.

After two acts of intercourse, around six o'clock, the king, naked, went to the door and called for the palace maids to come up.
He told them to serve the princess a bath and tidy the bed.

The palace maids, seeing the princess's messy bed, dared not say anything and hurriedly cleaned up.

In fact, the palace maids and guards who were close to him could easily guess what had happened, but they were all young and inexperienced,
probably clueless, and dared not speak ill of the king.

After tidying himself up, the king took a short nap, then got up to have breakfast, deal with letters, and receive
ministers who had urgent business to attend to.

Exhausted, Bai Xue washed up and slept until the afternoon.

At dusk, she awoke to find the palace maids informing her that the King was watching the sunset on the terrace, prompting her to wake up.

Standing before the wardrobe, Bai Xue styled her curls high in front of the mirror, a few
strands , exuding charm. Then, hands on her hips, she straightened her back and neck,
pacing back and forth among the rows of dresses in the wardrobe. With difficulty, she chose a golden tulle ball gown. Each layer of tulle was thin and sheer, but
the countless a dreamy, voluminous effect, the gold itself appearing mesmerizing. Bai Xue felt it
perfectly complemented the sunset outside the window, serene and radiant.

Suddenly, she felt the dress looked familiar. Ah, that woman—it looked so much like hers!

The palace maids helped Bai Xue put on the dress and dismissed her. She then strolled to the bookshelf, picked up the
small book, and felt a surge of pride, eager to present it to her father. Just as she was about to leave the room, she suddenly remembered something, turned
back , closed the door, lifted her skirt, stripped off her undershirt, and tossed it
carelessly onto the carpet before eagerly heading towards the terrace.

On the terrace, the king was drinking tea alone. From afar, in the sunset, his imposing figure was made even more captivating and majestic by the evening
glow . The king's exquisite military uniform was open, and he was almost lying on the chair,
with a third of his buttocks hanging off the seat. His long legs, clad in tight trousers and riding boots, were casually propped up on the ground, making his crotch appear
bulging made Bai Xue think of the enormous thing inside his pants, how it had forcefully
entered and exited her body that morning, and how it had so wantonly and shamefully sprayed urine inside her.

Just then, the king noticed her. "My darling, have you had a good sleep? Come here to your father."

Bai Xue ran over lightly in a few steps. "Father, you're so handsome."

"My darling, everything about your father is yours. Look at these muscles, these powerful legs,
and ," the king slightly curled his lips, whispering close to Bai Xue's ear, "your entire big cock
is for your service, my little honey hole. Hahahaha."

"Father, I love you so much." Snow White lay on the king's lap, looking up at him with adoring eyes.
"Father, what were you thinking about just now?"

"Father was thinking about how to make you feel good tonight."

"Father, you're so good. Look, I have something good for you." Snow White took out the strange little book, its blue-
green cover slightly bulging irregularly.

"Bai Xue, don't you think the girl in this painting looks like someone?"

"Who?"

"Do you know whose book this is?"

"Father, do you know?"

"Of course, Father painted this book thinking of Bai Xue."

"Oh my god, it's a painting of me?"

"Yes, doesn't it look like me?"

"Why?"

"Because Father loves you very, very much. I've been deeply in love with you for a long time, my princess. Whenever Father misses you
, he paints this book and looks at it."

"Father, you're so good to me. I love this book so much. It makes me so happy. Now you make me even happier.
I never thought it was you too, Father's alter ego. I love you, Father!"

The father and daughter embraced in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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