Sno Whyte and the Seven Fantasies: An erotic twist on the classic

She sat on the edge of a low table waiting for his command. Its surface was made of the finest smooth varnish, concealing a sturdy oak. The feel of it wasn’t unlike the floor of her old cell – the one her wicked stepmother had kept her in for a decade until she turned eighteen years old. It wasn’t much different than her new encasement either.
Her wicked stepmother had warned her not to believe in happy endings.
But her wicked mother hadn’t met the huntsmen – all seven of them.
They promised to fulfill her every fantasy and that was enough for Sno…