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

Taking sl**ping Beauty from the wolf

... time." I smirked and looked at the queen longer than she could bear. The king wanted to protest, but to his surprise, my magic prevented him from speaking, or even lifting a finger. "So, since I only wish for the best of the c***d, I, too, will grant her a gift: She shall grow up happy and peaceful, and have the best c***dhood any girl would ever have. And then, on her f******nth birthday, it will all be over quick, for she will be stuck with a prick and die. She'll be the happiest princess that ever lived!" I finished, my voice drooping of irony as I twirled and walked out. Once I had left, the magic was lifted. I perched in the shadows again, watching the scene unfold. The remaining seelie, who had not yet delivered gifts, could of course not let this slide, but powerless to remove the curse of another faerie, they at least were trying to remedy it. "Your daughter shall not die," one said, "but her death may be dispersed as a deep sl**p that would befall all the kingdom until the cause of the curse is lifted." I tried hard not to laugh. Really, that was the best they could do? An eternal sl**p until some ragtag stranger comes along to somehow figure out why everyone's asl**p and lift the curse? Very well, I had other plans anyway. "And technically," the last faerie, who also worked as a lawyer for the king, said, "she's a k** until she turns 18, so nothing shall happen before her 18th birthday." I shrugged. I didn't care about her age so much as long as I got to keep her. ...

... As the girl grew up, people started calling her "Beauty". Not so much because she was an outstandingly beautiful girl, but mainly because her parents had named her Hultrond, and nobody really liked that name, so it was lost to history. Don't get me wrong, she looked alright and was pretty for the standards at the time - which basically meant her teeth weren't too rotten and she had no bad skin diseases. Other than that, she was chubby, like her mother, with a cute, round face that loved to smile and laugh, the curly, blonde hair and light brown eyes of her father. The gifts of the faeries worked well on her, and she moved about with a natural grace and was always polite, well behaved and a delight to everyone around. In short, she had the happiest c***dhood, just as I had promised her. As she got closer to her 18th birthday, her parents became increasingly nervous and began preparing. The king ordered all needles, and to be safe, all other sharp and pointy objects, like knifes and swords, to be removed from the castle and hidden in a secret location until her birthday was over. Also, the princess spent more and more time in her room, hidden away from everyone else, and guarded by the king's most loyal guards and her parents themselves. The night before her birthday they locked the door to her room, which lay up in a high tower of the castle, and hid the key, forbidding anyone to try to approach her. Food was pulled up to her through a rope from her window and for the next days ...