Wicked Fairy Tales
By Nandi Berry
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Nandi Berry
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Author's Note: This book was written and edited by me. If you do not find typos, bad grammar, and misspellings let me know. Because I must have done something right for a change.
Introduction:
Growing up I always loved Fairy Tales I had this huge book with The Grimm Brothers and Hans Christen Anderson. Then I received a book full of rhymes and stories which is where my love of twisted rhymes came from. Finding out where the tale originated and what the originals were like has always been fun for me. The idea that most of the stories were never designed for children or they were created as warnings, make me wonder how they became what we see and read now.
I really enjoy reading reincarnations created by other authors both those that are sexy and not. My obsession with erotic fairy tales came about when I read The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy written by Anne Rice under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure. Since then I've read everything I could get my hands on and now I've written my own. I hope you enjoy my take on some of the old classics and my stab at creating my own tale.
Hunting Snow
Snow White struggled to keep up with her step-mothers huntsman. She was still uncertain why he had insisted she join him.
“Please, wait for a moment.” She begged, panting slightly.
He stopped short, Snow stumbled dropping to her knees. The huntsman only spared her a glance before turning his gaze back to the wood.
“Princess, the Queen has ordered me to kill you and bring her your heart.”
She gasped. Snow had known her step-mother had been even more horrible since her twentieth birthday but she never expected that the Queen would go so far. Tears stung her eyes, she had done her best to accept her father's new bride. Even after he died leaving her completely alone, she had done everything her step-mother had requested of her.
The huntsman knelt before her. “I am a hunter, so I will give you a sporting chance.” He pulled her to her feet. “Run.”
She stared into his eyes for a moment, hard dark eyes glowered back. Tearing her gaze away she fled into the woods. There was no way she could escape him, the Huntsman knew these woods better than anyone. Her mind raced, she would have to do something else. There had to be a way for her to persuade him into letting her go. There was no going back to the palace, if the Queen wanted her dead. So bribing him was out of the question, unless she used something else...
*
Snow's breath caught as she heard boots crunch the nearby foliage. The bushes moved and the Huntsman entered the clearing. He stopped staring at her. She had spread out her cape on the grass shedding her clothing, she lay completely naked. Gathering her confidence she ran a hand over her creamy white skin. He stalked toward her, a large hunting dagger glinted in his hand. Leaning back she her hair slid over her shoulder falling toward the ground and bared her throat to him. He paused at the edge of her cape, she watched his eyes dance over her naked body.
“I knew I could never elude you.” Snow breathed. “I hope you would honor one request.”
A dark brow arched a look of almost amusement crossing his face. “What request?”
“Allow me to know what's it's like in a mans arms.”
His nostrils flared as if he was scenting her, brown eyes darkened to black as lust warred with duty. Snow watched the battle rage for a moment before adding a blow of her own.
Stretching out her arms she said. “I have no way to attack you. I can not run or hide from you.” She looked around. “No one will know you gave me a slight reprieve or granted this request.”
Tentatively he reached out caressing her breast. She arched into his hand, sighing at the contact. “I don't see why I couldn't honor this request.”
He stood shedding his clothes and weapons. Snow noted where the dagger fell, before turning her gaze up at the naked man before her. Despite what many people believed she was no virgin. Yet the rumors of her innocents now worked to her advantage. Stepping toward her the Huntsman grabbed her head drawing her toward his jutting erection. Dubiously she allowed him.
“Open those ruby lips.”
She did as commanded, opening her mouth he guided his cock between her lips. He paused for a moment, Snow took in his taste and smell, before taking matters into her own hands. Wiggling her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she brought up one hand to stroked his hardness while the other toyed with the sack below. Sucking and stroking she drew moans from his lips. The Huntsman's hand tangled in her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth and throat. He pulled her back and forced her forward several times before releasing her. Shoving her back he knelt, between her legs. He bent over her, taking her breast in his hands. As he massaged her mounds he lowered his head, pulling one of her rose colored nipples into his mouths. Snow arched toward him as he rolled the taunt bud between his teeth. The Huntsman let one of his hands trail down her stomach over her mons to slip his fingers between her nether lips. The tip of his finger circled her clit, pressing slightly. A moan issued from Snow's throat. He let go of her one breast and turned his attention to the other, while running his finger down to her entrance.
Snow gasped as he slid his finger into her wet core, her hips reared up against his hand. After a few quick strokes he pulled away. Taking his member in his hand he guided it into her. Her hips jerked forward and the Huntsman chuckled grabbing her hips. He pushed fully into her, Snow grabbed his shoulders mewling in pleasure at the fullness inside her. She tossed her head back as he began to move. His thickness pressed against all the right places inside her. A delicious pressure built in her womb, as he increased his pace. A cry escaped her lips. Above her the Huntsman grunted and thrusted into her hard then stilled.
He pulled out, and lay down beside her catching his breath. Snow regained her senses, she shifted reaching out to find the dagger. Suddenly the Huntsman rolled on top of her pinning her reaching arm.
“Get dressed, I will give you until the morning. Then I will hunt you again, Snow White, and I will keep hunting you.”
Snow swallowed, looking up into his dark eyes. “You would disobey the Queen.”
He smiled. “I haven't yet, you simple got away from me. I underestimated you.” He rolled off her and allowed her to pull on her dress as he yanked on his pants. Reaching for her, Snow let him pull her into his embrace. The Huntsman pressed a kissed to her lips. “Now run.”
Snow pulled away from him and fled into the surrounding woods. She smiled as she ran, knowing that he would find her again.
The Crazy Frog Princess
Princess Elle walked through the garden, listening to the birds and quiet. It was such a change from all the business of court. Her parents wanted her to get married yet she hadn't been able to find a Prince suited to her. Or should she say a Prince who could deal with her. Yet she didn't want to dwell on it now that she could finally hear herself think. Sighing in contentment, she sat next to the pond. Startled frogs jumped into the water as if to escape her. Elle smiled leaning over the water trying to see the fish.
Under her there was a plop she looked down to see her necklace sinking to the bottom of the pond. As if to prove what she was seeing Elle ran a hand around her neck.
“Oh dear.” Tears stung her eyes it was her favorite, her mother had given her the necklace on her birthday.
“Dear Princess, why are you crying?” Asked a croaky voice. Elle looked around seeing nothing but a large green frog on a lily pad floating in the water.
“Who's there?” She hiccuped, still looking around.
“Me.” Replied the voice.
“Where I don't see...”
“On the lily pad.”
“Oh.” Elle sniffled looking at the frog. “How is it you talk little frog?”
“I was enchanted by a witch. Long ago I was a Prince.”
Elle had heard of such things happening but never expected there to be one in her backyard. “I'm truly sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You are very kind but first why were you crying?”
“I lost my necklace in the pond, it was my favorite.” She pointed to where she had seen the necklace disappear.
“Then let me help you.” He dove off the pad with a plop, she watched him swim down toward the bottom of the water.
She waited with baited breath for him to return. Finally he jumped out of the water landing next to her, and dropped her necklace. “Oh thank you. What can I do to repay you?”
“Help me lift this curse.” He croaked.
“How?”
“You must take me into the palace, allow me to eat from your plate, and sleep on your pillow. But you can tell no one of my real identity.”
“Yes of course.” She picked him up along with her necklace and carried him into the palace.
*
That night at dinner she told the servants to set a small pillow on the table next to her plate. Her mother the queen gasped when Elle set the little frog on it.
“Eleanor what on earth do you think you are doing?”
“I'm returning a favor mother, you and father always tell me to make good on my debts. This frog saved my necklace from the bottom of the pond. He has requested to eat from my plate and sleep on my pillow as payment.”
Her parents exchanged a look. “The frog talks?”
“To me he does.”
“Dearest are you sure? You don't want to be known as the crazy frog princess, do you?”
“It will only be a short while, Mother. Then he'll go back into the pond.”
The king and queen looked at each other again. “Perhaps the strain of trying to find a husband has taken it's toll, dearest. I think it maybe best if you refrain from attending court for a few day. At least until your debt is repaid.” The king said, looking curiously at the frog and Elle.
Elle smiled, she hated all the riffraff of court anyway so any excuse to be rid of her duties suited her just fine. Maybe she'd be the “crazy frog princess” a little longer. “All right father.”
Under her parents watchful eyes, she fed the frog choice pieces of her meal. When finished she picked him up and stood. “I will be going to my room now. Goodnight Mother, Father.” With that she departed the dinning room. Climbing the stairs she went straight to her chambers. Inside she set the frog on her dressing table then bolted the door. She didn't trust that her parent wouldn't send someone to steal the frog while she slept.
“I have caused you trouble.” The frog croaked hopping down from the table.
Elle turned scanning the room for him. “No more trouble than I usually cause myself. I'm very unladylike according to my mother and her ladies, because I would rather be out in the garden or hunting with my brothers. Princes do not want to marry a women who can out ride and hunt them.” She sighed moving to the bed and sitting down. “Actually you have done me another favor. Now I have a break from all the things I find unpleasant, yet have to do.”
The frog jumped up next to her on the bed. “So you do not mind having me here?”
“No I don't mind.” She smiled looking at him. “Now I have someone to talk to.” Elle was pretty sure if frogs smiled she was looking at it. “Let us get ready for bed. No peeking.”
Choosing a nightgown she went behind a screen to change, once done she came out and returned to the bed. The frog had hopped up and settled on her pillow.
“Good night.” He croaked.
“Good night.” She replied, laying down.
*
Elle's eyes fluttered open, what had brushed against her cheek. Then she remembered the frog sleeping on her pillow she must have rubbed against him. As eyes grew accustomed to the dark as she looked, but in the frogs place was a very handsome man. She started.
He raised a finger to his lips. “Shh, you're but dreaming.”
“Oh.”
He moved closer, cupping her cheek and drawing her in for a kiss. His lips were soft and moist. Elle kissed back, her hands smoothed over his shoulders finding him deliciously naked. She had read books, her parents were unaware of another of her unladylike traits, and wasn't completely ignorant of the way a man and a woman made love. Although she had never had a dream like this before. Yet she wasn't one to waste an opportunity, dream or not. Elle pushed against him making him lay on his back. Breaking the kiss she crawled on top of him. Exploring his chest with her hands and lips. Under her he groaned, his hands skimming over her legs. He took a hold of her nightgown and pulled it off, then yanked her down crushing her breast to his chest. She allowed him to kiss her again, their tongues tangling in a duel for dominance. His hands glided over her back and cupped her butt.
Elle broke the kiss leaning back she shifted, taking his erection in her hand she guided it into her wet center. Sliding down she moaned as he filled her. His hands slid around to her hips and guided her up and down. Not one to be lead, Elle increased the pace while forcing his hands up to her breast. She rocked her hips back and forth, her breath catching as his cock pressed against a sensitive spot. A wonderful tingle shot up her spine. Elle kept shifting faster relishing the pleasure that swirled out of her womb. She gasped as it over whelmed her. Her inner muscled clamped on to him. Greedily pulling at his member.
“Oh God.” Her dream lover moaned, beneath her. She was so wrapped up in her own sensations she'd failed to realized he'd spent himself as well.
Breathing hard she lay down on top of his chest and closed her eyes.
*
Sunlight streamed in through her open drapes. Elle sighed contently remembering her dream. Strong arms encircled her waist and something long was nestled between her butt cheeks. No it was just a dream. She rolled over to find a very handsome man staring at her.
“You were the frog.”
He nodded, smiling at her. “You broke the curse, Elle.”
“Last night...”
“Wasn't a dream.” When she remained silent he added. “Does that upset you?”
“No. I was just thinking, what are your intentions now that your human again?”
“Ah,” His hands found her naked body under the blankets. “Well I was thinking I would ravage the Princess that saved me. Then marry her before returning to my kingdom to rule. What do you think?”
“You would have a Princess like me?”
He pulled her toward him. “Only a princess like you could have broken the curse.”
Elle smiled, as he kissed her and rolled her under him.
Rum
Once upon a time there was miller who had a beautiful daughter that was extremely talented at spinning. The miller tended to be a braggart, and one night while at the local pub he began boasting about his beautiful, talented, of age daughter.
“My little Lily spins so well she could spin straw into gold.” He slurred, nudging his neighbor.
The other man chuckled. “Lily's not so little anymore. She would be a catch for my Ronald.”
“My Lily is to good for your Ronald.” The miller muttered with a snort into his ale.
As luck would have it, or not, a Prince from a nearby kingdom was passing through and over heard the miller.
*
The thunder of hooves sounded drawing Lily and her father out of the mill. Lily's eyes widened as three armed riders approached them. “You the miller who was at the Hound and Boar last night?”
“Yes.” Her father replied cautiously.
“Good then we're here for your daughter. His Royal Highness Prince Nicolas understands that she can spin straw into gold.”
Lily exchanged a glance, with her father, when she opened her mouth to protest another of the men spoke up. “If this is wrong someone will end up in the dungeon for misleading his highness.”
Panic fill her fathers eyes and she knew he'd been running his mouth at the tavern again. She loved that her father was proud of her, but this was to much. Perhaps if she explained to the Prince what had happened, she could diffuse this situation.
“I spin very well...” Lily began.
The guard cut her off. “Good. You, both, will come us to meet Prince Nicolas.”
Oh goodness what had her father gotten them into now.
*
Lily curtsied low before the Prince wondering what she was going to do. Yes she spun well, but no one could spin straw into gold.
“Lily it's a pleasure to meet you. If what I've heard is true you can spin straw into gold.” It wasn't a question so Lily remained silent. “I will make you a deal, if you spin some straw into gold for me I will marry you. If not I'll kill your father and sentence you to life in the dungeon.”
That wasn't really a good deal. Not to mention the Prince seemed like an ass, and she really didn't want to marry him. Yet what was she going to say.
Prince Nicolas stood and gestured for them to follow him. He lead Lily and her father to a room off the stables. “Here you go turn all this...” He indication to the room filled to the rafters with straw. “Into gold.”
He took Lily's arm and forcibly guided her into the room, then left. She heard the lock click.
Lily looked around the room a spinning wheel sat in the center surrounded by piles and piles of straw. What was she going to do? Walking over she sat down on the stool before the wheel. Picking up some straw she tried to turn it to gold. Yet nothing she tried worked.
Tears filled her eyes blurring her vision, as sobs wracked her body.
“Why are you crying?”
Lily started at the voice, looking around. “Who's there?”
A short man stepped out from behind a pile of straw. Lily eyed him, he wore work clothes a huge bushy russet beard covered his cheeks and chin. Green eyes sparkled with hidden secrets, under wild red, brown hair.
He grinned, “Now Pretty Maid why are you crying?”
“I have to spin this straw into gold, or my father will die, and I don't know how.”
“Ah that is a problem. Perhaps I can help you for a price.”
“The Prince said if I do this he will marry me I'll give you anything... gold, jewels...”
The man shook his head. “I can spin straw to gold. Why would I have need of those?”
“You are right, I'm sorry. What would you request of me?”
He stroked his beard, shrewd eyes running over her body. “What I lack is female companionship.”
Understanding dawned on Lily, she blushed. “What would you request of me kind Sir?”
His eyes lit up with lust, but he replied. “A kiss.”
“Done.”
Lily knelt as he approached her. He traced the line of her jaw, before cupping the back of her head with his hand. Gently he drew her close, lightly pressing his lips to hers. She sighed, and he deepened the kiss toying with her tongue. His beard tickling her cheeks. She tasted a headed wine on him. Reluctantly he pulled away. His thumb brushed her flushed lips. Breathlessly Lily watched him, wanting to kiss him again... to take it farther.
“Time to get to work.” With that he sat down on the stool and began to change the straw to gold thread before her eyes.
Tired of watching his hands work, Lily studied the man at the wheel. He wasn't exactly handsome, yet he wasn't homely either. Their was something about the twinkle in his eye that drew her to him. At some point she fell asleep to click, clack of the wheel.
*
A gentle nudge to her shoulder woke Lily, she looked around. Piles of golden thread replaced the straw around the room. The man stood over her, he smiled brushing a stray hair from her forehead.
“It is done, Pretty Maid, should you need me again the price will be higher.”
Lily's breath caught in her throat, she wanted him to stay. She wanted to know who he was. A knock at the door drew her attention, when she turned back he was gone. With a sigh she stood brushing at her skirts as the door swung open.
The Prince stood in the doorway, shock registered on his face as he looked around the room. Greed flicked in his eyes as he set his sights on Lily. A shudder traveled through her.
“So it was true.” He entered the room. “But just to be sure I have another test for you before we wed.” Prince Nicolas led her from the room, to another even larger room with even more straw and pushed her inside. “Spin this then I will free your father and you will be my Queen.”
Behind her the door slammed shut and locked. A sob escaped her, then she drew a deep breath and let it out.
“Kind Sir?” She called walking around the room, looking behind the piles of straw.
“I warned you the price would be higher.”
Lily swung around to find him standing behind her idly spinning the empty wheel. Her body heated watching him. “Anything, I have.”
He grinned his eyes twinkling as he walked toward her. Lily's heart quickened, what would he ask this time, another kiss? Her wicked mind hoped for more. When he reached her, he laid a hand on her hip sliding it up her side. She shivered in anticipation and pleasure.
“I would wish to gaze on you unclothed while I spin and caress your creamy skin, Fair Maiden.”
For a moment Lily's voice escaped her. No one had ever seen her undressed or touched her. She felt her face heat up. “Done.” She replied in a whisperer.
He stepped back to allow her to remove her clothes. Lily removed her top, then skirts. She fought the urge to cover herself as he gazed at her. Gently he ran his fingers down her neck and over her shoulder. She shivered and a wetness grew between her thighs as his fingertips brushed over her breasts. His nostrils flared and eyes darkened as he took each mound in a hand. His thumbs rubbed her nipples until they were tight little buds.
He let go and disappointment welled in Lily's chest. In a husky voice he said, “Lay there while I work.”
Lily nodded, spreading her skirt on the floor she lay where he indicated, as he sat on the stool and began spinning. Watching him, she realized they had been more intimate than she had ever been with any one and she didn't even know his name.
“Kind Sir, perhaps you would tell me your name?”
“Why would you want to know that?”
She cast her eyes down. “It's just...”
His eyes ran over her like a caress. Then he nodded in understanding. “You may call me Rum and what are you called?”
“Lily.”
Not wanting to distract him farther Lily rested her head on her arm, once again the clacking of the wheel lulled her to sleep.
*
“Lily.” Hands caressed her. Groaning she pulled herself from the lovely dream she was having. Looking up she saw Rum looking down at her. “Get dressed, lovely Lily, and remember should you need me again the price will be even greater.” His eyes danced to the junction between her thighs giving her a hint at what it would be. A sudden dampness gathered there at the thought.
“I understand, Rum. Thank you.” She pulled on her clothing and when she looked around he was gone. A knock sounded at the door, then Prince Nicolas entered. His eyes widened seeing the piles of gold thread. He rushed her grabbing her about the waist and spinning her around.
“With you as my Queen I'll have the richest kingdom in the world.”
Lily suppressed a cringe, her skin crawled where he touched her. The thought of marrying this man turned her stomach.
He continued unaware of her discomfort. “The wedding shall be tonight.”
Prince Nicolas put his arm around her waist leading her from the room. He took her up several flights of stairs to a tower room. “You will eat, be bathed, and pampered. I'll send seamstress up to measure for your dress.”
Lily tangled her fingers together before her, looking down demurely. “Please Your Majesty, what of my father?”
“He is fine and has been a guest here in the palace.”
“May I see him?”
The Prince roughly caught her chin raising her face. “Of course anything for my new bride.”
Lily looked into his eyes, yet found only a hardness she didn't care for. “Thank you.”
She reached for the door, but the Prince stopped her pulling her into his arms. He press a kiss to her lips. Lily found herself feeling nothing, unlike when Rum had kissed her. She pulled away. “Forgive me your Majesty all that spinning has left me weary.”
“Of course. I will have someone bring your father up to see you shortly.” He opened the door and she fled into the room. Behind her the door swung shut and she heard a lock click into place. She may not be in the dungeon but she was going to be a prisoner none the less.
She sat on the bed, wondering what she going to do. Marrying the Prince was a life sentence, she would always live in fear he would request her to spin again and when she couldn't... The door opened pulling her out of her thoughts. The miller stepped in the room. Relief filled Lily, jumping from the bed she rushed to her father throwing her arms around him.
“Oh Sweetheart how did you ever do it?”
“I had help, but you must leave the castle. If the Prince finds out we'll both be in danger. Leave go far away.”
“But what of you?”
“I'll be fine.”
Her father looked skeptical, but nodded. With one last hug, he turned and knocked on the door. As her father exited servants entered with a bathtub and buckets of hot water. Once the men left, maids undressed, bathed and pampered her. Clothed in only a robe, the seamstress took her measurement then they left her alone. When the lock had clicked into place, Lily stood and moved to the center of the room. She had no idea if this would work or not, but she had to try.
“Rum, please I need your help.”
“Again so soon.” Lily whipped around to find him sitting on the bed. “You've moved up in the world.” He gestured to the room.
Lily walked over and sat next to him on the bed. “Can you help me get far away from here?”
Rum nodded. “I can, but it will cost you.”
“What would you request of me?”
He reached over laying his hand on her stomach. “Your first born child.”
Lily swallowed her eyes widening. “My first born child?”
“Yes, I want it to be mine.”
As her shock faded, she smiled. “Done.”
He grinned, leaning toward her. The room faded and was replaced by a small cottage. Rum and Lily sat on a rickety bed. She hadn't even gained her bearings when, Rum kissed her. Pushing her back on the bed, tugging at the sash holding the robe shut. Sighing Lily kissed Rum back burying her fingers in his wild hair. His hands moved beneath the materiel caressing her. Running her hands down his back Lily tugged at his shirt, breaking the kiss he stood quickly removing his clothing then returning to her. A gasp escaped Lily's lips upon seeing his hard length jutting out before him. Tentatively she touched it, the silky skin a wonder to her. She ran her fingers over it, drawing a moan from Rum. Emboldened she took his shaft in her hand, stroking it.
His fingers found their way between her neither lips. He dipped one in her entrance wetting the tip and drawing the moisture up to circle the tight bud there. Pleasure spiraled out encompassing her body. More wetness gathered, as Rum's cock hardened in her hard. He removed his finger and pulled his member from her hand. Positioning himself over her Rum entered her. Lily groaned as she stretched to accommodate his length. Pausing Rum let her get used to the feel of him in her, then began to thrust. There was a quick flash of pain as Rum broke her hymen. Then she gave into the pleasure sweeping through her body. Lily's hips jerked up under their own will meeting Rum.
His hands found her breasts massaging and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Lily cried out as her body quivered, the muscles in her core pulsing. Seated deep in her Rum groaned stilling. Laying beneath him Lily felt as if all her muscles had turned to mush. Rum rolled to the side, wrapping his arms around her.
Lily turned to face Rum as they lay there, one thing still bothered her. “If I'm going to be having your child I think I should know is Rum your real name?”
“It's short for Rumpelstiltskin.”
Snuggling closer, Lily replied, “I like Rum better.”
Red Ribbons
“Why won't you visit?”
“My father's been ill, I've had to take care of him. Also you live in the forest.” Rose shivered, looking toward the trees. “What if I get lost?”
“I'll mark the path. I want you to meet my family.” Elden took her hands. “You're my fiance, you should meet them and once we're married you'll live with me in the woods.”
She looked up into his dark pleading eyes. “Fine I will visit tomorrow, but only for a short time.”
“Wonderful.” He kissed her lips gently. Heat flashed through Rose's body to gather between her thighs as it always did when ever Elden touched her. He pulled back slightly, his gaze sliding over her lips and down be for flashing back up to meet her eyes. “I will mark the path with red ribbon.”
Rose nodded, yet her stomach twisted as nerves took a hold.
*
Clothed in her best dress Rose made her way into the forest. She followed the trail, with bits of red ribbon tied to trees. At the end she found a dilapidated hut, unsure she walked up to the door and knocked. No answer greeted her, but the cawing of a bird flying over head. She knocked again and the door swung open on creaky hinges.
Entering she called, “Hello, is any one at home. Elden.”
An old wizened woman looked up from where she sat at the fireplace. “Pretty maid what are you doing here? This is no place for the likes of you.”
“I was to visit my fiance's family, but I fear I've lost my way. Perchance does a man named Elden live here?”
The woman nodded. “Yes he does, but you do not wish to fall in with the likes of him. You are far to innocent, he will only taint you.”
This made Rose pause was this women mad, perhaps Elden senile Grandmother. The old woman cocked her head.
“They are coming you must hide.” The crone was quicker than Rose expected she grabbed her arm and forced Rose down behind a large cast.
Deciding to humor the woman, Rose crouched down thinking that when Elden entered he could clear this up. Two men, one tall and one short, entered the hut with a woman between them. Rose peered out neither of the men where Elden, and both looked to be complete ruffians. She began to worry she had blundered into the wrong hut and the old woman was crazy.
One of the men turned to the old women. “To your room with ya. You old crone.”
The woman shuffled away into another room closing the door loudly. The men then turned to the woman. Rose had seen her in the village, she was reportedly a lady of loose morals. The men grabbed at her pinning her between them. A high giggle issued from her, but was cut off when the tall man roughly kissed her. The short man yanked at hem of her dress pulling it up. His hands molding the roundness of her bottom. The tall man dragged the top of her dress down, exposing the woman's breasts.
Pulling his lips from the woman’s, the man bent his head taking her breast in his mouth. His hands moved to her hips pulling them forward against his. Mewls and moans of pleasure fell from the woman's mouth.
Rose knew she should look away, yet couldn't. There was a pulsing between her legs and a sticky wetness began to grow. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the sensation.
Before her the men pulled their members from their pants and both impaled the woman. The woman’s breath hitched as if she was in pain then she moan, her hips shifting back and forth. The men began to thrust one in her front the other in her backside.
Rose bit her lip, she had never heard of such a thing. A deep urge to touch herself seated itself in her. She wanted to experience the same pleasure as the woman before her. The ecstasy on the woman's face drove Rose to want the same.
Grunts and sighs of rapture echoed in the small hut. The woman wrapped her arms around the tall man shoulders, clawing at his back. She writhed and squirmed between the men as though possessed, her cries gaining in volume until she screamed and slumped against the tall man. For a moment Rose thought she was dead then the woman raised her head. The short man grunted groaning and stepped away from her, fixing his clothing. A few seconds passed and the tall man followed suit. The woman gained her composer, and rearranged her clothing. The men then led her back out the door.
Rose stayed hidden until the old woman emerged and came over to her.
“You see? This is why you must go home and never see Elden again.” The old woman led her to the door and shoved her through. “Go home child. Never return here again.”
Rose nodded, in a daze she followed the red ribbons back home.
*
A knock sounded at the door, Rose set her mending aside. She hadn't been working on it anyway, her mind keep flashing to what she had seen in the hut in the woods.
Elden stood at the door. “Rose, you never came yesterday.”
Opening the door wider Rose gestured for him to enter, she felt her face burn hot at the thought of what she had to tell him. “Please come in and sit.”
He did as she asked looking confused, Elden caught sight of her red cheeks. “Are you not well? You're flushed.”
“I'm quite well.” She sat a crossed from him. “I followed the path you marked yesterday and came to a hovel of a hut. Inside there was an old women who warned me away. Before I could leave the crone bide me hide for people were coming.” Rose looked at his face, watching for his reaction. “Two men came, with a woman. Whom they shared between them.”
Elden's eyes widened in shock, he fell to his knees before her on the floor. “I'm so sorry you saw that, Dearest. Those men were likely my brothers, and the crone my grandmother. I told them of your visit...” He trailed off shaking his head. “I would never make you do such a thing.”
Rose sighed, “Never?”
He looked up at her his eyes darkening. “Unless it is something you wish.”
A smile formed on her lips. “Perhaps another visit is in order.”
Waking Beauty
Prince Roland was surprised to see the legends of the sleeping princess were true. The deserted castle had almost swayed him, but he had climbed the stairs to the tower anyway. Layers of dust and cobwebs covered every room but this one. Inside he'd found a lovely visage, the princess lay in a bed surrounded by gossamer curtains. Roland walked over to the bed, pulling back the curtains, he looked down upon his future bride. She was as beautiful as every tale told.
Hair the color of corn silk, skin like fresh cream, and lips like rose petals. Leaning over her, he kissed those lips. Unable to help himself, Roland planted butterfly kisses over her cheeks, eyes, and down her neck. Straightening up he looked down at her. The Princess's eyes fluttered opened, and she smiled. A moment later it faltered.
“I can't move.” She whispered in a panicked voice.
Concern flashed across his face, and he sat on the edge of the bed. “Shh. We'll figure this out.” He smooth her hair back from her temples.
The Princess nodded, then looked up at him. “What is your name?”
“Roland. What's your's?”
“Celesta.”
“Well Celesta a kiss awoken you perhaps...” He took her hand and lift it to his lips, kissing each of her fingers then the palm. Seconds later her fingers twitched curling into a fist. Roland let his lips dance up her arm over her elbow and up to her shoulder. Celesta raised her arm reaching up and touching his cheek.
She drew in a breath. “Please continue.”
Roland took her other hand and repeated the process but didn't stop at her shoulder. He followed the collar of her dressing gown, pressing kisses to all the exposed flesh. Celesta rolled her shoulders.
“I will have to remove your gown to continue.”
“Please, what ever you have to do.”
Roland undid the pearl buttons kissing the skin revealed by the parted material. He pulled back the fabric to expose her breasts. Caressing them he looked to Celesta for permission. She nodded slightly, and he lowered his mouth to one pink bud then the other. A moan slipped from Celesta. Roland linger a little longer teasing her breasts, before moving lower. Each piece of skin uncovered received a kiss. He paused at her belly button, looking up at her. A flush covered her cheeks and chest, her eyes had darkened with desire.
Breathlessly she murmured, “Keep going.”
Wordlessly he nodded and returned to pressing kisses over her skin. Roland skirted the junction between Celesta's legs. Kissing each hip, then thigh, her knees, calves, ankles and finally the tops of her feet. Celesta sat up, moving each part of her body. She looked at Roland who knelt on the end of the bed. “There:s still one place left.” Leaning back, she spread her legs in invitation.
Roland didn't need to be asked twice. He moved between her thighs, pressing his lips to her vulva. Celesta gasped in pleasure. He parted those lips, running his tongue up one side and down the other. Circling her bud before sucking on it gentle. Celesta's little noises of ecstasy and encouragement drove him to suck harder. Her hips jerked forward prompting him, to tease her sensitive tissue with his tongue. Carefully he probed her entrance with his finger, when Celesta didn't offer any resistance he slid the digit into her wetness. Moving it in and out while toying with her clit.
The princess's soft sighs turned to out right cries as her hips move in a frenzied action against his face and hand. A loud cry exploded from her and Celesta crumpled to the bed breathing hard.
Quickly Roland moved to the head of the bed concerned he had hurt her in his ardor.
“Are you all right Celesta?”
Her eyes flicked open. “Yes, ever bit of me is wide awake thanks to you.”
The Pirate Mermaid
Cliona could barely contain her excitement, finally she was going to be old enough to go up on land. Her sisters had told her such wondrous and scandalous stories, of what happened above the ocean waves. She had waited twenty one long years, now she had come of age.
She glanced over at her sisters smiling, from the place of honor at the table. In a few minutes her father would finish his announcement and they would let her go.
Applause sounded around her, Cliona smiled rising. She swam to the end of the table, kissed her mother and father goodbye and with a small wave she exited the room. Behind her farewells and well wishes followed her out of the palace. As fast as her tale could project her she swam straight for the surface. Exploding into the air she drew her first ever breath of air. Above her the sun shown a huge yellow ball in the sky. Which was a mirror of the blue she floated in, save for the puffs of white drifting by. Cliona lay for a time, staring up at the blue expanse, letting the warm rays touch her skin and scales.
Suddenly the sun disappeared, and loud shouts echo against the stillness.
Before Cliona could react a net fell from above tangling her arms and tail. Fighting against the coarse rope she was hoisted into the air. Beside her hard wooden planks appeared. A ship. She was being pulled aboard a ship. Excitement warred with fear, she struggled to calm herself. Focusing on changing her tail into two shapely legs. Perhaps she could pretend she was a shipwrecked woman who'd been lost at sea.
Just as her fins transformed into toes, she landed with a hard wet thunk on the deck. Hands were everywhere yanking at the net, pulling it from her. Once freed the men stared at her while she feigned modesty trying to act like a human female would.
“Ah Cap'n we were wrong it's just some girl.” One of the men shouted.
The men before her parted and a man, she assumed was the Cap'n, stepped in front of her. “Pretty thing. Take her to my cabin, we'll deal with her later.” One of the sailors grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her to unsteady legs. He forced her stumbling across the deck, pulling open a door he pushed her inside. Cliona sighed, leaning against the door. She looked around a huge desk occupied the center of the room a bed sat off to the side. Cabinets and chest were shoved against the walls, the far wall contained a huge window. Still unused to her new legs she stumbled over and sat on the bed pulling a blanket around her nudity.
For a while she sat looking in wonder at her surroundings, seeing things she had only been told or read about. Standing she tested out her legs moving around the room, maps and charts littered the desk. Cliona had been told stories of pirates who defiled young women for their pleasure. A strange sensations tickled between her newly formed legs. Walking back over she sat down on the bed. What sort of men had captured her? She wondered.
The door of the cabin opened startling her, and in walked the Captain. He grinned at her, shutting the door and locking it. Stalking toward her his eyes swept over her naked body. She gave up on modesty and didn't even bother to cover up. He stopped in front of her, grabbing her chin he forced her to look up at him.
“You may have fooled my crew, Missy, but you can't fool me.” He let go, adding. “I've dealt with your kind before.”
“You have?”
“Aye, tricky folk you mermaids.”
Cliona smiled. “We only try to protect ourselves. Humans don't trust what they don't understand.” He grunted. “Since you know what I am, perhaps we can make a deal.”
“I'm listening.”
“Under the water there are sunken ships loaded with cargo, jewels and gold. My people have no use for these things so there they sit. You give me safe passage to see the world and I will help you retrieve those riches.”
The Captain scratched his chin. “That's mighty tempting, but how do I know you aren't trying to trick me.?”
“If I only wanted back in the ocean, I'd have jumped out the window already.” She gestured with her head toward the open window behind him.
He looked over his shoulder, then back at her. A look of consideration crossing his face. He leaned down placing a hand on her thigh. “All right. I'll give you a chance, but know this I'm not one trifle with. You get one chance, if you welch on this deal I'll sell your scales.”
Cliona leaned back on the bed, with a sassy smile. “Now how do you seal a deal up here?”
He chuckled. “You're going to be a handful aren't you?”
Taking his hand she moved it closer to the place between her legs, that he had bee staring at. “I'm more than a handful.”
Licking his lips, he moved his finger along the slit there. Parting the sensitive skin he swirled the tip of his finger around the soft bud he found there. Cliona let her head fall back as new sensations overwhelmed her. He removed his hand, disappointment fill her for a moment. Looking up she found him removing his clothes. When he straightened she noted his length poking out at her. She widened her legs in silent invitation. The Captain’s eyes darkened as he moved between her thighs, pressing himself against her entrance. Having only heard stories about coupling, Cliona waited with anticipation for him to enter her. Out of all the things she had wanted to experience up here this had been the one she wanted most.
Slowly he pushed into her wet core. Cliona moaned as he stretched her, filling places she had never known existed. Moving his hips he began to thrust in and out. The feelings we're almost to much, she writhed under him. Her hips arching up to meet him. The Captain groaned over her, grabbing her and increasing his pace. She cried out, as he banged against her panting. He grunted stilling.
Cliona looked up at him, breathless. “I like the way you seal a deal, Cap'n.”
He laughed falling on the bed next to her. “I would like to seal a few more with ya that's for sure.”
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty watched as her father rode away. She'd given up her freedom for a rose. A goddamn rose! Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she turned away from the door. The huge hall was empty, a fine layer of dust covered everything. Dark shadows hugged corners, and furniture giving them a sinister look. Wrapping her arms around herself Beauty walked deeper into the castle. Torches flared to life as she passed allowing her to see the rich, yet neglected, décor of the palace.
Light spilled from a doorway and Beauty made her way toward it. Deep heavy breathing coming from the room caused her to pause. A creature lived here, she reminded herself. Wiping her cheeks she put on a brave face and entered the room. The thing that greeted her was something from her nightmares. It towered over her, shaggy fur covered it's body, it had the broad head of a boar complete with huge tusks protruding from it's snout. She covered her mouth to stifle a scream. It's eyes caught hers, a brilliant shade of emerald green with flecks of gold. Beauty found herself drawn to the pain and anger she saw there.
“Please, join me for dinner.” It's voice was surprisingly human, yet still rather guttural, and definitely male. He stepped aside to revel a table set before the fireplace. It was decked out in every food she could possibly imagine. He wrapped a large clawed hand around the chair pulling it out and gesturing for her to sit.
Hesitantly she moved to the chair and sat careful to avoid his claws. Beauty closed her eyes, feeling him lean forward and sniffed her hair. His warm breath puffed against her neck, and a shiver totally unrelated to fear caressed her spine. He stepped away, moving to sit opposite her at the table.
“As long as you stay here you will abide by my rules. You may have free rein of the castle and grounds during the day, at night you will be locked in your rooms. The only time I will burden you with my presents is at meals.” His voice seemed to soften. “Any thing you wish will be provide for you, Beauty, as long as you stay here.”
*
As the weeks passed Beauty grew lonely, she began to look forward to her time with the Beast. She had actually grown rather fond of him. Underneath his rough exterior was a gentle creature. Yet the pain and anger still hovered in his eyes.
Setting her wine glass down Beauty gazed at the Beast, then glanced out the dinning room windows to the snow covered garden below. “Beast, you said I may have anything I wished while staying here.”
“Yes. Is there something you'd like that hasn't been provided?”
She nodded, turning her eyes toward him. “I wish to walk in the garden.”
He chuckled, “You do that daily...”
“With you.” She finished.
He turned suddenly serious. “Do you truly wish that?”
“Yes, I truly wish to spend more time with you. I am very lonely and I enjoy our time together.”
The Beast nodded. “Well then I can't refuse. When would you like to take this walk?”
“Perhaps now.”
“If that is what you wish, go get ready.”
She sprang from the chair and ran to her rooms. Dressing in her warmest boots and cloak she returned to find Beast waiting. He led her out into the garden, careful not to touch her. They walked in silence around the white bushes and frozen fountain. After a time Beauty looked up at Beast. “Could we sit for a moment?”
“If you are tired, we can return to the castle.”
She shook her head. “No I wish to sit out here and enjoy the weather.”
“If that is what you wish, Beauty.”
Beast swiped the snow off a bench and gestured for her to sit. She did so, saying. “Please join me.”
He hesitated for a moment then did as she requested. Beauty slid closer, reaching out and touching his arm. Beast tensed, under her hand, then relaxed when she didn't pull away. Beauty ran her fingers through his fur.
“So soft,” she murmured sliding even closer. She was surprised to find that he didn't smell like an animal. He actually smelled like a man. A clean warm musk, invaded her senses. Closing her eyes, she leaned closer. When she opened her eyes she found the Beast watching her. He seemed to be waiting to see what she was going to do. She felt his entire body tense as she slowly rubbed her cheek against his arm. His eyes closed. Beauty settled herself against his warm soft body.
“I hear you at night outside my door. Is that why you have me lock it, to keep you out?”
“It's one of the reasons.” His voice was ragged and a bit strained.
It embolden her, knowing she held power over this great creature. “Perhaps I will not lock my door tonight.”
“You would willfully disobey me.”
“Perhaps. If I did what would be the punishment?”
He shook his head. “I'm not sure.”
*
Beauty paused as she walked toward her door. Should she chance fate? What if the Beast lost his senses at night and would eat her? Or perhaps try to ravish her? For some reason that thought wasn't as upsetting as it should've been. For the first time in her life Beauty decide to go against the rules. Leaving her door unlocked she crawled into bed. Unable to sleep she lay waiting to see what would happen. After a while she heard movement outside her door. The latch moved, then the door swung open. The shadow that filled the doorway was not the Beast. Her breath caught as the figure moved into the room, shutting the door behind it. The room was only illuminated by a faint light coming from the sliver of moon outside.
“I warned you, Beauty.”
She shook her head. “But your not...” Beauty trailed off as he climbed on the bed.
“Yes, I am. The curse allows me to be human at night and a creature during the day. No one is allowed to see me like this or when I turn into the Beast I'll never change back. I have to find the one who will love all of me beast and man.” His lips covered hers, his tongue probing between her lips, then pulling away. “Are you that women Beauty?”
She moaned as he cupped her breasts through her thin chemise. Reaching up she ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. Smooth skin met her touch, not the soft fur she was used to. Her fingers ran down his back, to caress his taunt buttock. He was gloriously naked, his erect cock brushing her through the blanket. Beauty felt her body burn with desire, she wanted both. This man hovering over her and the Beast, they were one and the same in her mind. The outsides changed but the inside hadn't.
“Yes.”
Beast growled, pulling the blankets away from her body. He helped her from her chemise, his lips planting kisses across her breasts down her stomach, to pause at the junction of her legs. “Are you sure Beauty?”
The moonlight caught his eyes for a fleeting second causing them to glitter an emerald green. She nodded, “Yes.” A moan slipped from her throat as he parted her thighs and kissed the sensitive spot between them. His tongue danced over her clit, laving and sucking, as he inserted a finger. Beauty cried out as he added a second. Moving them in and out hitting her sweet spot, she thrashed as her pleasure mounted. Taking away his fingers he positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned as he filled her then pulled back until just his tip rested inside before thrusting forward again. His hips churned forward then back, filling her and then retreating over and over. His hands and mouth tormented her breasts. Nipping and caressing her pebbled nipples.
She squirmed beneath him, hips rising to meet his. Her breaths came out in quick pants as she climbed higher toward her orgasm. Beauty clutch at him, her nails raking his back. A cry escaped her as she climaxed, her body shuddered. Above her Beast let out a roar and with one last thrust filled her with his seed. They lay entwined for a moment, then he rolled off her.
“I will see you at breakfast.” He gave her one last kiss then left the room.
*
Beauty sat a the table waiting for Beast to arrive. Behind her the door opened and she turned. Shock kept her riveted to her seat. The man that entered was not her Beast, yet he had the Beast's eyes.
“I thought you said.”
He smiled, “You broke the curse Beauty.” Beast pulled her from the chair and swept her into his arms kissing her. “Now we can be together.”
Beauty smiled, returning the kiss.
Prince Charming's Problem
Charming wondered down the halls of his castle, his father had finally had it. The King had demanded that he stay home and stop adventuring. The Prince completely understood why, every time he left he found some damsel in distress saved her and wound up betrothed. He know had five fiances. He had no way to marry one without angering the others, so he'd put it off.
In retrospect, he had only done what his Father had taught him, helping those in need. He'd given Snow the Heimlich, pulled a sliver from Briar Rose's finger, and cut Rapunzel’s hair. Granted he had scaled the glass mountain drunk on a dare, so Amber, was on him. But truth be told Rosella saved his ass from her crazy aunt and uncle.
After almost having his blood drained to be someones bath water, he was ready to settle down. He'd had his fill of crazy fairies and psycho Queens. The question was with who, he liked all the princesses well enough, yet if he turned down Briar or Amber their father's would go ballistic. The other three didn't have anywhere else to go. Snow's step mom, was a psycho hell bent on killing her. Rapunzel had been kidnapped as a baby and had no idea who her parents were. Rosella was a orphan, the only relatives probably wanted her dead, thanks to him. Although they had been pretty nuts to begin with.
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