Chapter 2 (NSFW) - Snow White's Son

Translator's Note:

Hello, I hope you've all been doing well.

You're in for a wild ride, I didn't see that coming myself. I suggest you go check out this novel's tags before deciding to embark on this "special" adventure. Seriously, I really felt like fu**ing Alice in Wonderland while reading this sh**.

Now breathe slowly. Phew! It's okay, I'm good. Sorry, I'm still in denial of what I just read.

And, friendly advice, those who came for the fluff, go back home, or better go for the author's other work "The Mermaid Princess's Little Brother". :p

This novel is not for the faint of heart. I feel numb to it all after finishing it, but, oh boy, what a journey it was. I can't believe both novels were written by the same author, because this one is just... breaking all human morals.

I'm not going to wish you a good read this time, since I'd feel like I'm tricking you. So I'll just tell you to read at your own risk.

And, as I said before, if you wish to read ahead, you can head over to my Patreon to get early access to all the translated chapters.

Fifteen years and nine months had drifted by like whispers of the wind, and within the embrace of the blackened forest, young Crow had blossomed into his sixteenth year.

 

Though his face and body seemed youthful for his age, his hair, black as night and impossibly long, grew like a river of midnight flowing down his back—so long that not even a century could see it fully grown. From the solitary window of the tower, he gazed out upon the black forest, where the thawing snow unveiled the earthy undercurrents of life.

 

In winter, the forest lay cloaked in a blanket of white, but as the seasons turned, vibrant greens began to paint the landscape anew.

 

Named the Black Forest, it was a vast expanse, encircled by mighty walls, brimming with nature's bountiful blessings.

 

These walls, woven by the magic of seven fair elves, were thick as the trunks of ancient trees, intertwined with such diligence that they created a formidable barrier, separating the world within from that beyond.

 

Only birds that soared through the skies and wondrous beings who could nimbly scale the trees and walls could venture in and out.

 

Within the depths of this enchanted wood, no wolves prowled, nor bears roamed. The timid rabbits feared only the sly foxes and the wily weasels, while small creatures thrived in peaceful harmony. Occasionally, a majestic eagle would appear, reigning over the forest like a king.

 

"Crow, do be careful not to lean so far out; you'll catch a chill," called the elf Heiter, his voice smooth like the flowing river.

 

"Indeed, it is time for your milk. Come now, shed your garments by the hearth," chimed Ernst, his tone as warm as the fire's glow.

 

With a soft "Yes," Crow complied, shedding his shirt. The fine silks of his undergarments and shirt glided effortlessly off his skin, as white as fresh-fallen snow.

 

In his childhood, he had worn humble garments of cotton and linen, just like the elves, until they were torn and tattered. Yet, as time unfolded its tale, splendid clothes and exquisite shoes began to arrive at his doorstep mysteriously.

 

No matter how much Crow asked, the elves never revealed where these gifts came from. Though at times he felt a pang of disappointment at the secrecy, he didn't dislike it. For in the absence of truth, he could dream freely.

 

He believed that the exquisite treasures and delightful confections bestowed by the elves were tokens from a beloved who would one day come to claim him.

 

"Hmmm, u...kh, fu..."

 

Upon a soft pelt laid near the hearth, Crow was attending to Ernst's penis, sucking it in his mouth.

 

Though elves appeared as innocent children, at mealtime, they transformed into their true adult male forms.

 

Seven strapping young men, with bronzed physiques, silver hair, and golden eyes-identical in every way except for the color of the stones hanging from their necks-encircled Crow, their pointed ears twitching with delight.

 

Among them, two would feed Crow in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening, while the others would lovingly caress and tend to him, even partaking in the milk he inadvertently spilled.

 

"Mmmm.... mmmm...."

 

As Crow received the rich milk deep within, he knelt before the robust member, savoring every drop. Though it held a hint of bitterness, he had grown accustomed to this nourishment.

 

"Oh, Crow... that's good, suck harder."

 

"Don't forget to move your hands. Yes, that's good... keep it up."

 

"Fu... uuu."

 

As he suckled on Ernst's member with his mouth, he held and stroked Yunk's penis with his right hand, and Hatchie's penis with his left one.

 

While he was doing this, Heiter was playing with his right nipple, Schuchten was sucking his penis while lying on his back between his knees, and Baze was sucking his left nipple with all his might.

 

Then Myude, who was behind him, grabbed his butt cheeks and spread them apart, and inserted his tongue into his anus, which had been opened with his thumbs.

 

"Ah, ha... Ah, ah... No, don't lick like that, I don't like it..."

 

While Crow adored the shared pleasures of their intimate acts, at times, it became a little frightening when the sensations became too intense.

 

He felt an unsettling anxiety, as if he might drift away somewhere and never find his way back.

 

"Crow, is my tongue not to your liking? Shall I use my fingers instead?"

 

"You enjoy having your deepest lump kneaded, after all."

 

"That's right... you would leak milk right away."

 

Unlike their usual childlike voices, the elves now whispered to him in deep, adult male tones.

 

Crow pouted his lips and protested, "Don't laugh," but while he was doing so, Ernst, who was in front of him, finished pouring out his milk in his mouth. His penis, still fully loaded, was pulled out right in front of Crow's eyes, and he swapped positions with Yunk.

 

"Huh....um, mmm...."

 

While Ernst was licking the youth's now free right hand, Crow took Yunk's penis into his mouth.

 

The septuplets had the same appearance whether they were children or adults, but at times like this, there was a difference in the size and hardness of their penises.

 

Crow found this amusing, and loved to play with the expressively changing penises, which grew larger when stroked and became flaccid when milk was released.

 

Of course, he adored being teased as well, especially relishing the firm licks around his sensitive areas and the delicate skin underneath.

 

He loved it so much when his small, soft nipples were sucked and made hard, and when a finger was inserted deep into his anus as it was loosened.

 

"Uh, fu.... uh..."

 

While receiving Yunk's milk deep in his throat, Crow released his pleasure into the mouth of Schuchten, who was nestled between his knees.

 

The elves were keenly attuned to that moment, intensifying their actions by sucking and teasing his nipples with fervor and vigorously probing his sensitive areas with their fingers before he spilled his milk.

 

Sometimes they would laugh at him for releasing too much milk too easily, but he couldn't help it.

 

It felt so good to have his whole body touched, he couldn't resist it.

 

"Mmm, ah... ah... ah..."

 

As he came, suddenly, lukewarm water splashed onto his face.

 

During lunch, Hatchie's member, which was supposed to withhold its milk, suddenly erupted, splattering thick, creamy liquid across the scene. It was rich and dripped slowly down from above his cheekbone.

 

Crow didn't hesitate to lick what slipped through his fingers and onto his face with his tongue.

 

"Hey Hatchie, you're the one who's in charge of dinner, right?"

 

"It's because Crow squeezed it so tight at the end."

 

"Hey, don't blame Crow. It's because you weren't patient enough."

 

"Now there are only two people in charge of dinner. What if Crow gets hungry in the middle of the night?"

 

As the elves were pushing each other around, Crow hurriedly sucked on his wet, white fingers.

 

After licking every last drop off, he pleaded with the other six, "Don't blame Hatchie"

 

"I was really hungry today... I couldn't hold myself back. The milk for two wasn't enough, so I squeezed Hatchie's penis too hard on purpose."

 

While Crow was making up excuses to defend Hatchie and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, it's my fault," the elves' expressions melted into tender smiles.

 

Then, in perfect harmony, they began to sing, "Our adorable, adorable Crow. The forest belongs to us and you. When you smile, flowers bloom even beneath the snow," joyfully embracing him as they sang together.

 

"Ow, that's enough… you're squeezing me too hard. Go back to your children's form."

 

While being pushed around by their large bronze bodies, Crow was thoroughly enveloped in the affection of the seven elves.

 

They licked his face, which was still covered in Hatchie's milk, sucked on his two nipples and the tip of his penis at the same time, and even licked his toes. With a smile that blossomed like petals on the breeze, Crow savored the fluffy delight of the moment, a tickling sensation urging him to shrug.

 

"Now that the meal is over, let us sing more!"

 

"And dance too! Nothing begins without our dance!"

 

The elves, together in joyous abandon, transformed back into their youthful forms, singing and dancing in the nude to honor Crow.

Translator's Note:

If you've reached here after all I said before, I want to tell you that... I admire you, profoundly, and that I'm sorry.

But at least, now, I'm not suffering alone. 💀

I take back what I said before, this work is no genius, it's simply Machiavellian. :')

PS: I ended up adding the Psychological tag instead, and you'll soon understand why.

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