Taking sl**ping Beauty from the wolf - Sex Stories

Taking sl**ping Beauty from the wolf

Introduction: Entry for CAW20. Contains: lesbian, anal, oral, fisting, pissing, bisexuality, b********y, monster sex, cum swallowing, cum swapping I was late, of course. By the time I arrived at the court, I was greeted by an eerie silence, walking through rooms and rooms of people sitting, slouching, laying, all of them sl**ping as if frozen in time. I slowly paced the long hallways, quiet rooms and courtyards, stripping off more and more layers of my gown until I was completely naked, enjoying the freedom, the feeling of a cool, light breeze on my breasts, safe in the knowledge that nobody could see me now as I set out to enact my revenge. It started many years ago. The king and queen had tried long and hard to conceive, and despite all their efforts, the queen remained without c***d. Fearing the ever-growing unrest of her husband and being cast out on suspicion that she might be barren, she grew more and more desperate. And so, late one autumn night, I heard her faint tapping on my door. My cottage lay outside of town, well within the forest that surrounded the kingdom and served as a border to the neighbouring lands. To the townsfolk I was a healer, one that knew her way with herbs and cures, but in reality, I'm far more than that, for I hail from the unseelie court, and my powers are of night and magic. However, in the queen's case, neither night nor magic was required to find out why she would not conceive. The king, for all his pompous posturing and parades of power, ...

... was a wimp when it came to women and bedding them, and the only ones that could get him hard enough to shoot his load were his manservants. My advice to her was simple. Either she would need to find someone else to get her pregnant or, if she did not want to risk that kind of infidelity, would need to find a way to get his sperm while he's bedding other men. She left, without so much as a thank-you, but I could tell her mind was racing, thinking of a way to solve her desperate situation. My curiousity piqued, I followed and watched her in the next days, disguised in the ways the fairies use to be invisible to human eyes. Finally, she seemed to have formed a plan. One day, when the king retired to his private quarters, she went into the armory and told the captain of the guard to put armor on her and let her go in the place of her husband's private guard. Hesitantly, the captain oblieged. Now, the queen was voluptous, and so a lot of effort was required to squeeze her ample bust and round butt into a man's armor, but eventually she stood, breathing heavily and sweating in the plates and tight straps, in front of her husband's door. Slowly she stepped in. The king was already half-undressed, only wearing his crown and royal gown, sitting on a chair by the window. As she stepped in, he got up. "Ah," he said. "My faithful friend, have you come to please me, once again?" The queen paused for a moment, then said, her voice hoarse and as deep as she could from underneath her helmet: ...