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[Ooc]: Read Part 1 first to understand. Pairing: Snow Locks (and a hint of Snow Maid) Rated M- Slightly DubCon [ic]: Emma is gone and can’t read this. Cora, if you know the truth then maybe you won’t want me with Ariel anymore.

I had her perfectly in my sights, her heart a perfect line from the tip of my arrow. Tumbles of golden hair shifted in the dim light of the morning sun as she dipped the bucket into the well. I pulled back on the arrow the slightest bit.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

I let the bow fall to my thigh in surprise.

“Dammit. What do you want?” I hissed at the intrusion, clenching my bow so hard it hurt.

“Her hair won’t be of any use to you if she’s dead.”

The Blue Fairy crossed her arms and twirled her wand in her hand. I looked up at her in a masked surprise.

“How did you know I’m after her hair?” I growled, taking the arrow from the bow and setting it back in the quiver. I slung my weapon of choice back over my shoulder.

“Why else would somebody kill Rapunzel? My question is, why do you want it in the first place?”

“Magic.” I said, a bitter edge to my voice. “A source told me her hair isn’t just good for forever youth. Now what do you want? Why are you here?”

She let out a sickening sweet laugh that did nothing more than to remind me how much I hated fairies.

“I always know when somebody is in need, dear Snow. You need a lock of her hair, and she needs to be spared a cruel fate.” The Blue Fairy explained. “There’s something you should know. The witch that keeps her locked in the tower has branded it into the poor girl’s mind that she is to never give her hair to anybody. You must help her escape the tower permanently, and change her mind. When she is finished drawing water from the well, she will return to the tower, as she knows no other life, and will be prisoner there until the next fortnight when she will retrieve water again.”

“So if I do this,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead, “if I help her escape, she will give me what I need?”

The blue fairy nodded with glee. “It would be as simple as saying please!” She cackled, dust enveloping her form as she vanished into the air.

I turned back to the girl. She had just finished retrieving the water and was about to head back to the tower. There was no time to spare. I walked to the edge of the clearing, exposing myself to her veiw.

“Hi.” I said to her.

She gasped and dropped the bucket of water, falling to the ground and looking at me with shocked eyes. I ran forward to her, mock concern set on my face. “I’m sorry,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my arms around her waist to help her to her feet. She stared at me dumbfounded as she regained her balance. My hands lingered a little longer than they should have. I pulled away and bent down to pick up the bucket.

“I-I’m not supposed to talk to anyone.” She said in a small voice.

I offered her a smile, and walked over to the well.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promised, hooking the bucket to the line and lowering it down to replace the fallen water. “I just saw you here, alone. Tell me, why is a girl as beautiful as yourself gathering water from a well? Surely you could have any prince you desire with your beauty.”

She flushed at the words. “I am not interested in men. I am never to be married.” I brought the bucket, now brimming over with fresh water, back to the girl.

“Let me walk this back with you,” I said.

She looked around nervously but nodded, cheeks still red with flattery. I took her arm in my free one and walked in the direction she’d been going before I startled her. The tower was not far away. When I could see the grey stone of the building, I stopped, turning Rapunzel to look at me. Strands of golden hair were stuck to her forehead.

Still in the seclusion of the woods, I set the bucket down neatly beside us before grabbing her hands in my own.

“Tell me, beautiful girl. If you do not wish to be married, and you are not interested in men, then how do you feel about women?”

Her eyes widened. “M-mother didn’t say anything about that.”

“She didn’t?” I asked, false surprise laced in my voice. I ran my hand up her arm and throat to find its place at her cheek, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. “Then this would be okay, right?”

I leaned forward and took her bottom lip inbetween my own, kissing her for a few long seconds before pulling back and wiping my mouth seductively. She stood frozen with a hand hovering over her lips.

“You kissed me.”

“I suppose I did.”

I smiled weakly at the stunned blonde before turning to look over my shoulder. The sun was still high in the sky.

“You poisoned me.”

I turned back to look at her in complete surprise.

“What?”

“There’s a heat in my stomach,” she said, taking a tentative step backwards. “It wasn’t there before.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the naive girl’s expense.

“Oh, beautiful girl, I would never poison you. Then all of your beauty would go to waste.” I lied. “But I do know a way to ease the heat you feel.

“You do?” She asked, hope all over her features, taking in every word I said like it was law.

“I do.”

I placed my hands firmly on her hips and pulled her forward so our bodies were pressed firmly against each other.

“Just relax,” I whispered into her ear before lowering my head to her pulse point and latching my mouth onto the pale flesh, marking her so her “mother” would know that I had stolen her most valuable possession. She threw her head back and a breathy moan told me this was the first time she’d ever been touched. And probably the last.

Her legs became weak. I pulled away and smirked before picking her up in my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, looking up at me with wide blue eyes. I forced a smile and carried her deeper into the forest.

There was a clearing busy with lots of bush and pine trees. I set her down an a large, flat rock, bare of any moss.

I kneeled.

“What are you doing?” She asked as I slowly pushed her dress up over her stomach. Her white panties were soaked all the way through.

“Making the heat go away,” I said softly, running my fingers up and down her covered folds. Her legs immediately snapped shut, but I pushed them apart again.

“Don’t worry.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Sit up,” I said gently, pulling on her dress. She rose to a sitting position as I lifted the dress over her head. I made quick work of the bindings around her chest. I took the newly exposed skin in my mouth, palming her other breast and wondering how they could be this heavy and still perky.

Rapunzel bit her lip and watched as I bit down gently. She sucked in a breath and let it out again as a soft pur.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said, and it wasn’t a lie. She was weak to flattery, and I intended on taking full advantage.

I found my way back to her ruined panties, hooking my thumbs under the waist and sliding them off of her in one smooth motion. She opened her legs a little wider.

I ran my fingers along the crease where her thigh met her center, teasingly slow. She thrust forward and I pushed her back against the cold stone.

“Please,” she said with no clue what it was she wanted.

I smirked and brought a finger to her tight entrance. I held it there for a good long while before sliding it inside, curling at the small bundle of nerves that had never been touched before.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” I breathed, not pulling out. She was whining like an animal now, body pleading for more contact.

“I need…” She gasped out, “I need something.”

“What do you need?” I teased, running my thumb over her swollen clit.

“I need more.”

I complied, giving her another finger, sliding them both in and out of her sweet, wet center in a slow, torturous pace. Oh, I knew exactly what she needed. But I needed something too.

She was lost in a shower of completely new feelings, lying on a rock, bare to the world. I pumped faster and faster, feeling her tense and squeeze my fingers. There was no way I could fit another inside.

She was shaking now, about to lose it. I ripped my hands away and stood. Her eyes shot open.

“No!” She cried, seeing me adjust my satchel. “D-dont! I need more!”

I looked down at her with such pity that she choked up.

“Don’t leave me like this. Please.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I’ll do anything! Please!”

I looked at the shaking girl, thighs still spread like a whore, and pulled a pair of shears from my satchel. Her eyes widened.

“You want my hair?” She asked, voice as small as a grain of sand. Sorrow overcame her as she realized she had been manipulated.

I ran a finger over the cold metal.

“I could just leave.”

“No!” She said immediately. She closed her legs and sat up, taking a lock of her hair and twirling it in her hands.

“Okay.”

My heart raced as stepped forward and took a piece of her hair, sliding it between the blades of the shears. I took a breath before closing the metal shut and holding the lock up to the sunlight. It glowed with magic and the promises of what was to come. I tucked it safely into my satchel.

“Okay.” She said, defeated. “Please.”

I reached out and hooked a finger under her chin, looking straight into her eyes. “You wouldn’t want ‘Mother’ to know what you did.” I said flatly, running a finger over the bruise on her neck. “If I were you I would run away, Rapunzel.” Her eyes brimmed with tears of frustration and terror.

I fled.

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