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It was a very pleasant Saturday afternoon around the Village of Bookend, mostly around the hallowed halls of the town's only local academy, Ever After High. A place where the sons and daughters of famous fairy tale characters attended in order to not just get in a good education, but to follow in the destined footsteps of their parents. And Saturday no doubt was the best day for the entire student body, because not also was it a weekend, but that meant that there was no schoolwork, no homework, and eventually no extracurricular activities. And not to mention that there was no hounding through the intercom in the form of Headmaster Milton Grimm as well, which meant neither student had the worry of being told off for doing something they weren't supposed to be doing.
So far, everything seemed to be going well in this school hall...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Except for one simple noise that was uttered out throughout the halls.
What was this angelic noise that thankfully, not one single student inside the place heard the noise themselves. After all, it had to sound like a sigh, let alone a moan of pure ecstasy. The kind that was never heard in a storybook yet at the same time, it was the type of noise that sounded so alluring, so captivating and oh so sensual. It echoed softly through the deserted hallway, bouncing off the polished marble floors and lockers adorned with enchanted vines. One that had the freshest apple scent known to both man and woman.
It was very clear who this noise, yet alone scent belonged to:
Apple White.
The blonde-haired blue-eyed daughter of Snow White had found herself comfortable in her dorm room, being pinned to her bed by her boyfriend Daring Charming, whose thick lips found themselves smooching passionately against hers. His hands roamed freely beneath her familiar red skirt, squeezing her thighs as she gasped softly into his mouth. Her own fingers tangled in his golden locks, pulling him closer as her hips arched instinctively against the hardness inside his pants. The afternoon sun that became the perfect scenery for them had streamed through the window, casting long shadows across their entwined bodies as Daring’s lips soon slid down through Apple's neck, leaving tiny pleasurable kisses in its wake.
"Ohhh... ohhhh, Daring..." She stuttered, clearly losing a bit of breath as his lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of fire down her throat.
Her fingers tightened in his boyishly blonde hair, pulling him closer still, urging him on without words. The familiar scent of apples mingled with the musk of their shared arousal, thick and heady in the warm afternoon air. Beneath her skirt, his hand slid higher with his fingertips brushing the lace edge of her panties, making her gasp sharply and arch her back off the mattress. Her blue eyes fluttered shut, clearly lost in the sensation as Daring slid down her entire lacy pair of panties, tossing them aside without breaking his rhythm.
A confident smirk had suddenly laid upon Daring's knightly lips as he saw the one thing that definitely knew how to put a smile on his face besides his reflection: The sight of Apple's tight shaved pussy feeling ripe and aching for him.
"Mmmmmm... I see you were awfully ready for me, huh...?" Daring whispered in a musky tone, giving Apple such the rapturous stare.
His fingers traced the slick folds, spreading her wide open as he admired the glistening pink flesh beneath. Apple whimpered, hips lifting off the mattress in silent pleading. "D-Daring... please..." she breathed, voice trembling with need. "Don't tease..."
Daring deeplessly chuckled, "Whatever the future queen wants..."
Apple White, without no fault of her very own, squealed in delight as he felt the cold hard tip of Daring's tongue pressed against her clit with ease. The blonde-haired prince wasted any time at all, using his tongue to flutter and flicker every single pink morsel he could find inside her wetness. His nose brushed against her trimmed blonde curls, inhaling deeply as he tasted her sweetness with such a single slurp. Apple's thighs as a result trembled around his head, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.
"Oh godmother...!" she cried out, her voice echoing softly against the dorm room walls.
Her hips lifted higher, grinding against his face with desperate abandon. And that only made Daring growl against her pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. He plunged his tongue even deeper, lapping at her entrance with relentless hunger as every single lick and every single flutter began to overtake the pleasure deep inside Apple's body. The daughter of Snow White desperately searched for the closest thing to cling onto for dear life, which happened to be the same red bustier that was heaving around her cleavage. Her fingers dug into the fabric, knuckles white as she gasped for air, her moans growing louder and more ragged. Apple suddenly lost her grip enough to the point where part of her bustier spilled out, exposing her bare ample breasts to the warm afternoon air. And they swayed perfectly every time Daring's tongue rolled deeper beneath her sugar walls, creating a tense friction inside Apple's entire body that read so much like a fairy tale. And like every fairy tale, it would have a climax when Daring's tongue began fluttering in velocity, the speed almost being enough for Apple to let out an earth-shattering moan:
"Daring... ohhhhh... D-DARING... I'M GONNA...!!"
One simple little lick from Daring's tongue was all that it took for Apple to burst with pleasure, her entire body arching off the bed like a drawn bowstring as her orgasm ripped through her. Her scream was muffled only by her own teeth sinking into her lower lip, a high-pitched whine escaping as her thighs clamped hard around Daring's head. Her fingers tore at the sheets, twisting the fabric into knots while her hips bucked uncontrollably against his mouth. Waves of pure sensation crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping, her bare breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Daring's lips formed a dirty little smirk on its own, tasting in all the salty yet savory love juices that Apple herself bursted out in great sexualized glory.
He looked up towards her face in a sly musky expression, "You definitely know how to cum for me like a queen..."
Daring murmured against her thigh, his breath hot on her damp skin. Apple's chest rose and fell rapidly, her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes showing she was still riding the aftershocks. With deliberate slowness, Daring rose from between her legs, his own arousal straining visibly against the tight fabric of his princely blue trousers. He traced a finger along her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail as he watched her shudder. "But we're far from finished, my sweet."
"I... I know," Apple nodded over to him in complete desperation, "That's why I need your cock..."
And Daring's cock she would get as Apple watched her prince snap off the button that held up his tight jeans, all before zipping himself down to reveal his limp yet hung 11-inch manmeat in front of the sex-obsessed maiden. This tantalizing sight before her made Apple bite her lip in delicious fashion, her blue eyes widening with hunger as she watched him spring free. The thick shaft pulsed visibly, already slick with pre-cum at its swollen tip—a testament to how much her pleasure had aroused him. It was no doubt the best feature about him and the only reason why the entire female student body had wanted him as their boyfriend.
The blonde-haired princess took pleasure in this sight for a little bit before Apple bent herself over in front of the future king, her hand gripping nicely around the base of his entire shaft. Her fingers trembled slightly against his heated skin as she stroked him slowly, feeling the thick vein pulse beneath her palm. Daring groaned, his hips thrusting forward instinctively into her touch, his gaze locked on her flushed face.
"Always so eager..." he murmured, though his voice held a rough edge of need now, the confident prince momentarily stripped bare by desire.
Daring watched patiently as Apple leaned forward, her breath warm against the tip before her pink lips parted and began to charge down his entire length in one sitting. With his hardened cock buried inside her mouth, Apple gently paced herself as her head began bobbing back and forth with a sensational rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head with each retreat, collecting every drop of pre-cum before plunging down again. Daring tangled his fingers in her golden hair, not forcing but guiding, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watched her devotion reflected in the glass window beside them. She took her sweet time relishing in every single inch of him, her throat relaxing to accommodate his girth until Apple's nose pressed against his trimmed blonde curls at his base. The sight of Apple sucking and slurping around his cock like a busty pornstar brought even more delight to Daring's face, keeping himself in balance while his toes curled in the process.
"Nhhhhh... ohhhhh, shit... mmmm... oh fuck, you're so good... ahhh..." His lips muttered in a breathtaking tone, his fingers tightening in her hair as Apple hollowed her cheeks, sucking with desperate hunger.
Her blue eyes flickered up to meet his, pupils blown wide with lust, and the visual alone nearly made him spill down her throat. She pulled back slowly, dragging her lips along his throbbing length, swirling her tongue around the swollen tip before plunging down again, deeper this time, gagging softly as she took him to the hilt. Drool mixed with pre-cum slicked her chin, dripping onto the dorm room floorboards. Daring’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, fucking her mouth in short, sharp thrusts while Apple moaned around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch violently against her tongue. The vibrations mixed with his intense thrustings made it more than enough for Apple's mouth to sore up each passing second, yet it only added much to the pleasure she felt deep inside her throat. Not a breather would be heard from her as her mouth continued to be filled with Daring's fast and furious manmeat, right up to the point where Apple's tongue soon felt an inch of pre-cum leak out of the head of his tip. She had little time to prepare herself as Daring's cock began to twitch uncontrollably inside her mouth, sending him dangerously close to its eventual breaking point.
Apple begged to swallow him up with every drop, yet alas, her prince had different plans in mind when all of a sudden, he released himself out of her pretty little mouth for a calm breather.
Which wouldn't last long until Daring looked down at her with a whisper, "Okay, there's no way you're making me blow that early..."
He pulled Apple up by her hair, ignoring her whimper of protest as he flipped her back onto missionary style, her legs spreaded wide open and her big luscious breasts bouncing freely. Just seeing Apple in this lewd position was quite the image Daring needed to see, a sight that made his cock feel twice as hard and hung than before. He wouldn't waste another second as Daring positioned himself at her dripping entrance, his thick tip pressing against her slick folds with teasing promise. Apple gasped, her hips lifting in desperate invitation, her fingers digging into his muscular back.
"Please... Daring, now..." she begged, voice ragged with need.
The blonde-haired prince quietly smirked, "As you wish..."
Daring immediately found himself pushing his shaft inside her with gentle ease, stretching her wet walls inch by thick inch until he bottomed out. Apple gasped sharply, her back arching off the mattress as she took every bit of him, her inner muscles fluttering around his girth. He paused, letting her adjust, his breath hot against her neck while her nails scraped down his shoulders. The room filled with the slick, rhythmic sounds of skin against skin as he began to move—slow at first, deep and deliberate thrusts that drew ragged moans from Apple’s lips. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper still, her hips meeting each of his strokes with desperate urgency. And he was no doubt unprotected at the slightest. The feeling of Daring without a condom was something Apple had always fantasized about, and the sensation of his bare cock sliding inside her raw was almost too much to bear.
But it was more than enough for Apple to endure as one by one, his pace started to increase each second, building up a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of her heart. Her breath hitched with every deep plunge, her cries growing louder, more desperate—a symphony of raw need that echoed off the dorm room walls.
"Oh, fuck... fuck... ohhhh, fuck, your cock is so hard inside me... ohhhhh, you fucking drive me crazy..." She whispered, losing herself in a state of pure lust.
That was exactly the state Daring expected from her, even when his massive cock continued to drive faster and deeper inside her with reckless abandon. His pace eventually caused Apple's ample breasts to sway to each thrust, causing enough attention for Daring's tongue to catch one of her supple tits with a single lick. The blonde-haired princess gasped in delight, her back arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her entire body tremble. Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving faint red trails on his skin while her hips bucked wildly against his, trying to take him even deeper. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room, punctuated by Apple’s sharp cries and Daring’s low growls against her breast, sounding very beastly by design yet very natural in the moment. Yet still, Apple didn't know what was driving her even more crazy: Daring's tongue caressing her breasts or his massive phallus driving him deep into her like a sword piercing through an apple. Either way, it had to be a win-win situation for Apple nonetheless.
Daring, as satisfied as he was in this moment, immediately decided to switch things up from here the moment he gazed towards Apple's face and whispered, "Turn around. Bend over for me..."
Apple complied without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation as she rolled onto her hands and knees, her back arched and her perfect round ass presented to him. The sight of her glistening pink folds, still dripping from their earlier passion, made Daring's cock throb with renewed urgency. As much as Daring wanted himself to drive through those sweet fragile sugar walls from behind, he took in a different approach.
Apple felt her teeth clench once she felt the cold wet tip of Daring's cock position itself around her tight log-shaped entrance, basically leaving the future queen unprepared.
"Daring... be gentle..." she begged desperately out of lust.
Daring whispered back with reassurance, "Don't worry... just tell me if it hurts."
His fingers spread her cheeks wider, exposing her tightest hole as he pressed the swollen head against her resistance. Apple gasped sharply, her knuckles whitening against the bedsheets as he pushed past the initial ring of muscle with agonizing slowness. The burn was intense, unfamiliar—a sharp contrast to the slick warmth she knew—but Daring’s thumb circled her clit in soothing counterpoint, easing the sting into a strange, full pleasure. She whimpered, pushing back against him instinctively, her body yielding inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her, stretching her in ways that made her toes curl against the mattress.
With his hands clenching around her hips, Daring took in a deep breath before plunging in back and forth repeatedly with a smooth pace, the kind that made Apple quite comfortable despite the feeling being very sore at best. He was no doubt massive and large inside her fragile anal cavity, and the sensation of his cock stretching her tightest hole sent shivers down her spine. Her body trembled as he moved, each thrust a slow burn that gradually built into something deeper, more consuming. She buried her face in the sheets, muffling her whimpers as his thumb continued circling her clit, sending sparks through her nerves. The dual sensations—the fullness behind and the teasing friction in front—left her gasping, her fingers twisting the fabric beneath her until it threatened to tear.
"Ohhhhh... ohh, fuck... ahhh... D-Daring... ohhh... k... keep fucking my ass...!!"
Her desperate sex-filled cries of pleasure was enough to make Daring smirk in return, leading his entire hips to pick the pace up even more. He drove into her with deep, measured thrusts that stretched her impossibly tight, each movement sending shockwaves through Apple's trembling body. Her back arched deeper, presenting herself fully as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises—marks she’d wear like a crown later. The slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with Apple’s ragged gasps and the creak of the bedframe under their weight. Every inch of him buried inside her raw felt like a forbidden thrill, pushing her closer to the edge with each deliberate stroke. This was the most roughest ass-fucking experience Apple had to endure all by herself, and she loved every second of it. It was lewd, degrading, vulgar and forbidden in the best satisfying way Apple ever imagined from her future king.
Yet, this position soon grew tired from Daring's point of view, his body urging himself to switch things up a little bit. He gently bent forward straight up to Apple's ear and whispered, "R... ready to ride me, princess...?"
"Nhhhh. . yes... oh fuck, I wanna ride your cock so bad..." Apple gasped, her voice thick with desperate need.
Her answer proved to be "yes" enough for Daring as he pulled out of her future queen's gaping hole, leaving enough time for Apple to take in a bit of a breather. Albeit a tiny short one as Apple saw her prince lie down in bed, his stiff hard shaft waiting for his future queen to mount him. The sight alone was enough to make Apple crawl towards him, her hands trembling with anticipation as she positioned herself over his hips. Her eyes locked onto his, pupils blown wide with lust as she lowered herself slowly, guiding his slick tip to her dripping entrance. She took him inch by agonizing inch, her breath hitching as she stretched around his girth, until she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. A low moan escaped her lips as she savored the feeling of being so completely filled, her inner walls fluttering around him.
His hands fully gripped onto her supple assmeat before vertically thrusting his cock deeper inside her, a move that made Apple's eyes roll back in ecstasy. She began to ride him with desperate hunger, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles that drew ragged groans from Daring’s lips. Her breasts swayed with each movement, glistening with sweat in the afternoon light as she leaned forward, bracing her hands against his sculpted chest. The friction was exquisite—raw and unprotected—each thrust sending sparks through her nerves as she took him deeper, harder, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing length. For Apple, this was almost like riding a horse for her at least: The ride was simple at first, but once the pace eventually picked up, it became a wild beast that she couldn't control.
And nothing was controlling Daring Charming from stopping this ride on his terms. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he took over, thrusting upward to meet her downward grind with brutal force. Apple cried out, her voice cracking as the angle shifted, his cock hitting that deep, sweet spot inside her with every savage plunge. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and apples, mingling with Daring’s low growls and the wet slap of skin. Her thighs trembled, muscles burning, but she rode him harder, faster—chasing the fire coiling low in her belly, her climax building like a storm about to break. A sign that proved that it didn't matter if what Daring and Apple were doing behind closed doors was against their planned scripted storybook destiny. No, the two wanted each other on their terms, not in the form of a prince wanting to wake the princess up with true love's kiss. They wanted to be together in the form of raw, unadulterated lust. If this was the case that wanted to be kept secret from their parents, so be it.
It would be proven true once the pace Daring set forced his cock to pulsate and tremble, indicating that it was now a matter of seconds before he would eventually explode. And it was only a matter of seconds before Apple would feel her loins tremble in response as well, setting the stage for what would eventually come next.
"Aggh, fuck..." The prince hissed tightly, letting out a shudder, "A-Apple... I... I'M GONNA CUM...!!"
His warning was all Apple needed to hear. Once she had slammed her hips down harder with a simple thud, it would take Daring to utter out a loud beastful moan as his hot white load exploded deep inside her unprotected womb. His cock pulsed violently, flooding her with thick ropes of cum as his fingers dug bruisingly into her hips, holding her still against each desperate thrust. Apple gasped, feeling the scalding heat spread through her core—a forbidden thrill that sent her own climax crashing over her. Her inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, milking every last drop while her head fell back, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her body like wildfire. He kept on jolting every last load of cum until her entire womb was filled with so much seed, that it completely began to drip all the way down her thighs.
The feeling was unthinkable.
The feeling was unbelievable.
But most of all, the feeling was phenomenal.
Phenomenal enough for Apple to collapse onto Daring's chest, her sweaty skin sticking to his as they both gasped for air, hearts pounding against each other in a state of lust that neither future king and queen ever imagined in their lives. The room was now completely scented of sex—salty sweat, the musk of their bodies, and the unmistakable tang of Daring’s cum leaking from her onto the sheets. Apple traced idle circles on his chest, her breathing ragged while her inner walls still fluttered around his softening cock, milking the last drops. Daring’s fingers lazily stroked her spine, his other hand cupping her ass possessively.
And it only made Apple sneak in kiss right through Daring's lips in return, staring at him with a devious smirk, "Hehehe... you're quite an animal, Daring..."
"What did you expect from a Charming, huh?" He whispered back with a grin of his own, all while his fingers traced lazy patterns on her lower back. "After all, we're built different when it comes to pleasing our princesses."
"Indeed," Apple nodded, "So glad we've skipped Crownculus for this."
"And all because you had to caress my leg in the middle of class," Daring replied with a wink. "You're completely something else, Apple White..."
Apple blushed through her cheeks with a chuckle, "You're too much, Daring. Wanna go again, stud...?"
Daring chuckled a bit before winking once more, "Well, if you insist, I definitely wouldn't mind--"
"WHAT IN THE HEX IS GOING ON HERE?!"
All of a sudden, Daring and Apple completely froze in terror in shock of the loud voice that had shouted towards them just now. It was apparently clear that the two of them weren't quite alone as they thought they were. But this was strange. Who could've gotten inside Apple's dorm room without her noticing? It couldn't be. The two didn't hear anything at all. They didn't hear the door unlocking. They didn't hear footsteps. They didn't hear anything.
But the two did see something. The future king and queen slowly turned their heads towards the doorway to find the one man standing there who shouldn't have been anywhere near Apple's dorm room—especially not on a Saturday afternoon:
Headmaster Milton Grimm.
The angry expression on his face was more than enough to make both Apple and Daring freeze in place. Headmaster Grimm stood rigid in the doorway, his tailored suit immaculate, but his eyes burned with icy fury enough to make them cover their sex-starved bodies in front of them.
"You two care to explain what you did?!" Headmaster Grimm asked with arms crossed in intimidation.
Apple quickly looked at Daring before shifting back to Headmaster Grimm with a nervous chuckle, "Um... this isn't exactly what it looks like. We were just... discussing royal duties!"
"Really?" Headmaster Grimm raised his eyebrow before shouting, "If you were 'discussing royal duties', then WHY ARE YOU DOING IT IN MY BEDROOM THEN?!"
Daring blinked slowly, his hand instinctively tightening around Apple's waist as he processed Grimm's words. "Your... bedroom?"
The prince's gaze swept across the room—the dark mahogany desk piled with scrolls, the antique globe beside the window, the velvet curtains he'd vaguely registered earlier. A cold dread washed over him as he realized they hadn't been in Apple's dorm at all. The scent of old parchment and pipe tobacco suddenly pierced through the haze of sweat and sex.
Daring felt his face palm out of stupidity before asking Apple, "Why didn't you tell me we were in the Headmaster's bed, let alone his bedroom?" The prince hissed, his voice tight with panic.
Apple could only stammer, "I... I thought we were in my room!"
Her eyes darted to the door—locked? No, slightly ajar. They’d been so lost in each other they hadn’t noticed the polished oak, the brass nameplate reading ‘M. Grimm’ on the door.
Realizing Milton Grimm was still standing before them, Daring took in a nervous blush himself as he tried his best to come up with a defense.
"Okay, I know you're probably mad and pissed off that we kinda went against our destiny," Daring stammered, shifting awkwardly beneath Apple, who remained frozen atop him. His fingers twitched against her bare thigh, acutely aware of Grimm’s furious gaze fixed on their still-joined bodies. "But... technically, this *is* royal duty? Securing the Charming bloodline?"
"Bloodline my fucking rectum!" Headmaster Grimm growled, "DETENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU FOR A MONTH!"
"WHAT?!" Daring and Apple shrieked.
"THAT'S RIGHT!" Headmaster Grimm shouted angrily, all before he pointed towards the door. "NOW LEAVE WITH YOUR CLOTHES BEFORE I CALL YOUR PARENTS AND TELL THEM WHY YOU TWO DECIDED TO CONSUMATE ON MY BED!"
Those loud words of his were practically enough for Daring and Apple to accept defeat and take their clothes with them, basically not even bothering to get redressed as they scrambled off the bed in a panic. Daring grabbed Apple's hand, pulling her towards the door while she snatched her discarded bra and panties from the floor. Headmaster Grimm stood rigidly aside, his face a mask of disgust as they stumbled past him into the hallway—Apple clutching her clothes to her chest all while Daring was trying to shield her modesty with his own half-naked body. The cold marble floor beneath their bare feet felt like ice against their flushed skin.
It was mostly thankful that they were let off with a warning nonetheless, but still, this had to be damn embarrassing for the both of them.
Apple, feeling ashamed for what she went through, sighed over Daring's direction. "I knew we've should've went to my room. What on earth were we thinking stumbling into Headmaster Grimm's office?"
"I don't know and I don't care..." Daring shook his head, "But I do know one thing: That's the last time we ever do it inside a place that isn't our dorm."
With what Daring said, maybe it was the kind of advice that he and Apple had to take seriously. Yet suddenly, despite that embarrassing moment, the two couldn't help but replay the incredible pleasure and excitement that was going on inside their brains. The thrill of forbidden lust, the raw intimacy, the sheer ecstasy of Daring's climax deep inside her—it was all Apple could think about as they continued their long walk down that deserted hallway.
They knew that detention was gonna be hell for the future king and queen, but the amazing sex both Daring and Apple with each other had definitely been worth it.