Fifty Shades of Sleeping Beauty (3 page)

"Discretion and valour and all that," he said weakly, allowing his own weapon to be taken from him before his knights surrendered theirs.

The emissary was about to say something when a terrible roar came from the tent. Suddenly those hundred swords came even closer to the small band of
Nysans, until they realised it was matched by a woman's scream and Magnus recognised Isis's voice.

"Oh by the gods!
Yes! By all the fucking gods, hell yes!"

At this, some of the guards began to snigger, attempting to suppress their chuckles when the emissary glared at them. The noises from inside the tent began to get louder, however, and as the yells of
Osiman matched those of the three witches so the soldiers nudged and poked each other. Their humour turned to astonishment however, when the tent itself began to shake.

"What foul magic is this?" the emissary asked, fear mixed with anger in his voice. "If anything should happen to our Emperor at the hands of those whores, you'll pay with your heads, you dogs!"

"I'm afraid an awful lot's going to happen to your emperor with those three in there with him," Magnus muttered morosely to himself.

As they listened to the grunts, groans, wails and laughter coming from inside, and as the day turned to evening, the young prince became more and more miserable. He began to imagine the most terrible and obscene acts taking place inside that tent, then punished
himself more with the suspicion that he could not imagine what depths of depravity were being explored. He even wondered whether he would have preferred to have seen Nysa fall to these barbarians than for that savage to touch the three sisters. Seeing his expression, the emissary cackled.

"You see how it will be when we take your country," he gloated. "Our glorious Emperor,
Osiman the Mighty, will fuck all your Nysan whores and they'll beg for more!"

He was stopped in his theme by the tent opening. It was Bellatrix who stepped through, completely naked and her body, so slim and beautiful, glistening with
a sheen of sweat. There were red marks across her small breasts, and her eyes were glowing with a fierce pride.

"I must say," she said to no-one in particular, "that was fun. A shame really that it had to stop when we were just getting the hang of things."

"No woman can endure the lust of our mighty Emperor," the emissary told her. "His desires are too much for them."

For a second Bellatrix stared at him blankly, as though trying to remember who he was. Then, to his astonishment, she began to laugh, waving her hands in front of her face as though to dismiss some impossibly funny joke.

"Oh, it wasn't us who wanted to stop. It was him."

"No! You lie!" the small man bellowed. "It's... It's impossible."

Bellatrix shrugged. "Don't take my word for it. You can ask him yourself."

As she spoke the tent opened once more and now three figures emerged.

It took Magnus a few moments to understand what he was seeing. All three were naked, all three glistening with sweat and oil (or perhaps the witches mystical "unguent"). In their state of disarray, Serena and Isis were utterly ravishing, a post-coital beauty glowing from their skins, but it was the Emperor that Magnus's eyes were fixed on.

He was still a giant of a man, of course, but he seemed diminished somehow, shrunken and - strangely - older, as though exhaustion had robbed him of his years. He leaned heavily on Isis and Serena as he stumbled from the tent, the huge muscles in his arms, legs and chest trembling from the simple exertion of trying to walk. Magnus swallowed as he saw the Emperor's cock, limp and dangling between his legs: if that was the size if it when drained, heaven alone knew what it was like in its full
vigour.

Seeing the expression on his face, Bellatrix winked at the prince and mimed the motion of sucking an oversized cock with her hand and mouth.

"It is done," wheezed Osiman, his voice a shadow of its former self. "I have conquered Nysa."

"You've done no such thing -" Magnus began to say in a jealous rage, but Bellatrix waved a warning hand at him and frowned.

"I have conquered Nysa," Osiman continued as though he hadn't heard the interruption (and, with his glazed and stunned expression, perhaps he hadn't), "because these three women are Nysa."

There was a huge cheer from the soldiers and Magnus began to plot murderous thoughts, but as the emperor raised a weary hand and waited for silence, he was stunned by what he heard next.

"I have conquered Nysa, but I know that if I stay here I shall die." His head fell forward at this, and there was a gasp from the soldiers. When he raised his head, however, a sly smile was on his face. "Perhaps," he said with a growl, "perhaps it would be a good way to die."

Bellatrix stepped forward at this and prodded his chest with a finger. Her body now faced away from Magnus, and he was acutely aware of the taut muscles in her shoulders and back, her tight buttocks.

"Now, now, Osiman," she said. "That's enough talk of dying."

"Remember your promise, sweetie," Serena told him. "I'm sure there's a nice Empress
Osiman who you can share some of the tricks we taught you with."

"I wouldn't mind another go," Isis muttered.

Osiman laughed at this then shook his head. "I have a hundred concubines," he said, raising a hand to Isis's face, "each more lovely than the morning, but none are as beautiful as you, or make me feel as you do."

"Oh, you sweet-talking devil," Isis giggled, reaching across to squeeze his heavy dangling cock, an act that made the emperor wince.

"Nunquam!" he bellowed, at which, the short, fat emissary scuttled forward. "Strike the camp, we leave immediately."

"Y-you're highness?" The emissary clearly could not believe what he was hearing.

"Did I not express myself clearly? Perhaps if I strike your fat head from its shoulders you'll hear more quickly. Bring me a palanquin and strike the camp. We march for home - now!"

As the emissary hurried away, a look of pain and longing crossed
Osiman's face. "I have seen dark arts this day," he said. "Things no man should witness. That I'm alive is a miracle."

"It's all in the muscle control really," Bellatrix said smartly then, more kindly added. "You've got some stamina, though, I'll give you that."

"Ooh, you've got plenty where it counts," Serena added, slapping the emperor on his backside.

As the litter arrived, carried by half a dozen slaves,
Osiman turned to the three sisters. Gesturing towards the tent he told them: "It's yours. A final gift to remember me by." Then he looked at Magnus with a strange expression on his face.

"I envy you men of Nysa - and I pity you."

And with those enigmatic words he left, carried away by his slaves.

Patient reader, here you are at chapter three having bought this smutty book, and all we've had is character exposition, plenty of innuendo, and the threat of war averted, with all the kinky stuff happening behind closed doors (or closed flaps if you'll forgive the pun). And we're still nowhere near Sleeping Beauty herself yet. Well, for your patience, this chapter is where we'll get down to business with all those naughty antics you've been waiting for.

It began with an apple. It wasn't any old apple, but then an emperor's tent isn't the place where you'll find any old stuff.

Magnus watched the entire camp stowing their weapons and supplies before marching away into the night, with only the imperial tent left behind. That took hours and by the time he and his men finished feeding the horses they were exhausted, with the young prince feeling out of sorts when he thought of what disgusting things had happened in this place earlier that day. All he wanted to do was sleep.

"You can sleep in there," he told the witches grumpily. "We'll keep a watch out here inncase any of them decide to return."

"Do you think the emperor might come back?" Isis asked, a little too eagerly. Serena shook her head and led her younger sibling inside...

...into a treasure trove. There were silks and spices, gold and jewels galore in the tent, wealth to make any man - or woman - rich beyond their wildest dreams. Not that Nysans dream much about that sort of thing: wealth tends to be a substitute for sex, and the people of Nysa prefer not to rely on substitutes.

Nonetheless, the three sisters enjoyed opening chests and playing with the various baubles they discovered there. It was all innocent fun until Serena opened one chest.

"Oh!" she said and then slammed the lid shut.

"What is it?" Isis asked.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you trying to hide that casket behind your back?" asked Bellatrix acidly.

With a sigh Serena opened the box and Bellatrix reached inside.

When she drew out her hand she held a golden apple, smooth and flawless but for writing on the side. It seemed to glow with an inner light and when each of the witches looked at it each of them thought it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.

"What does it say?" asked Isis in an awed voice.

"To the fairest," Bellatrix replied.

"Well, I found it, so I'm keeping it," Serena said, grabbing for the apple.

Bellatrix raised her arm up high and pushed away her sister with the other hand. "
oh no you don't!" she hissed. "I've done most of the work today, so it's mine."

"Done most of the work?" howled Isis incredulously. "Weren't you paying attention to who gave
Osiman that last orgasm?"

"That wasn't work! You enjoyed that, you filthy slut!"

"Slut? Slut! How dare you! I didn't see you exactly behaving like a maiden of honour. Give that to me you bloody bitch!"

"Well, I'm the oldest and I found it, so I'm having it!"

"You stupid old cow! It says to the fairest - how can that be you with those big, fat, milky tits?"

"You scrawny-
arsed slag, who are you calling fat?"

"Me,
that's who, now hand it over - ow!"

Within moments all three sisters were rolling naked on the floor, fighting and scratching and pulling hair, cursing and screaming at each other. You know that girl-on-girl fighting that's supposed to be sexy, like foxy boxing or
jello wrestling? Well, this wasn't it. This scrap was just plain ugly and, after several minutes of it the sisters had pulled apart from each other, tending their wounds and sulking. The golden apple lay on the ground between them.

"What on earth was that all about?" Serena asked finally. "We
never
fight."

"I don't know," Isis replied with a pout. "Perhaps it's enchanted."

"There's definitely something magical about it," mused Bellatrix. "It is pretty, though."

"What's the use of it being pretty if we fight over it?" Serena stared at it and swallowed. "We should leave it here."

"What?" Both Isis and Bellatrix were incredulous. The older of the two shook her head.

"We can't share it, and if we leave it here one of us is bound to try and come back for it."

"So what do you propose we do?" Isis asked.

Bellatrix looked thoughtful for a while. "It says it's for the fairest. We need someone to judge who that is."

Magnus had just fallen asleep when he felt a hand shake his shoulder.

"Go away!" he snarled. "Trying to sleep!"

"You have to come," a female voice hissed.
"Now! It's important!"

Rolling over, he dozily saw Bellatrix, a large black shawl covering her. Raising his head further, he could see that all of his knights were fast asleep. Panicking, he sat up. "What's happened? Has the emperor returned?"

"No, no. It's nothing like that, but it's important that you come with me now."

Somewhat reluctantly, the prince followed Bellatrix into the tent, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw the wealth that the emperor had left behind. At the far end of the tent beside a large bed where the emperor had slept with some of his concubines sat Serena and Isis. Between them on a table was a golden apple that seemed to glow with a peculiar light.

Serena and Isis both smiled at him sweetly but he was surprised to see them scowl at each other, and his shock was even greater when he saw the look of disdain that Bellatrix gave both of them.

"Fair ladies of Nysa, what, by the gods, has caused such enmity between you?"

It was Serena who spoke first: "My sisters have refused to defer to seniority and the rights of discovery -"

"Seniority!"
Isis spat out the word viciously. "Senility you mean."

"Both my sisters," Bellatrix added, "fail to see that I was the prime mover in what happened today."

"Yet I was the one who literally brought Osiman to his knees."

"Yes, you little slut, and you'd have happily given him all Nysa on your back, you shameless hussy."

"You're only jealous because he doesn't fancy fat bitches -"

"Ladies!"
Magnus's voice was so stern and commanding that all three sisters ceased their fight and looked at him. "Pray," he said more gently, "you have my gratitude for what you have done today, and I shall give you any service I may, but whence comes this quarrel?"

All three women looked at the golden apple. "That," said Isis.

"We all want it," Serena told him.

"And none of us want to share it," added Bellatrix, "which is why you're here."

Magnus frowned at this. "I'm not sure I can be of help in this argument."

"Oh, it you're perfect, Prince Magnus," Isis told him, her green eyes shining as she regarded him. "The apple is inscribed 'To the fairest', and who better to judge which of us is the fairest but the boldest, the bravest and the most handsome man in Nysa."

Magnus suddenly realised what a nest of vipers he had entered. Each sister was gazing him with a feral intensity and he slowly pushed himself up from his seat.

"Ladies of Nysa, blessed witches of the forest, I'm afraid I couldn't do this. After all, every one of you is the fairest of women to me and
I -"

"Sit down!" barked Bellatrix and some magic in her voice compelled him to sit. "We have decided. You must choose between us."

Prince Magnus felt extremely glum as a brief argument ensued between the three sisters as to who would go first. Hours before he had been jealous and full of rage at the thought of Osiman touching these three women, but now he wished himself a thousand leagues away.

After their squabble, it was agreed that Serena would go first and she came to Magnus, placing a soft hand on his arm and gently raising him up to draw him near to the bed. She sat down beside him, gazing at him with soft blue eyes, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders and her voluptuous form swelling beneath the satin dress she had chosen, the front cut low to reveal her voluminous cleavage. For a second, Magnus thought of his mother and felt a moment's guilt.

"Sweet prince," said Serena in her gentle, husky voice, "you have suffered a great deal today. Now let me take your cares from you and make your dreams come true."

So saying, she pulled at a cord in the side of her dress and let the satin slide across her pale skin. As they were freed from the confines of the fabric, her breasts showed themselves in all their magnificence, hanging large and heavy bit still so firm on her chest, and Serena smiled when she saw the contents of the prince's tights swelling. Her body narrowed to a slender waist though with the sweetest curves over her hips and belly, and when she opened her thighs Magnus was greeted by the sight of a tuft of pale hair and a sweet cunt, already glistening with juices.

The prince willingly succumbed to Serena's expert fingers as she plucked his shirt from his shoulders and rolled his leggings away. His cock, thick and manly if not as monstrous as that of the emperor, sprang to attention and Serena giggled as she grasped it in one hand, while with the other she softly pulled Magnus towards her chest, letting him nestle his face between her large, soft breasts.

After letting him kiss and suckle her nipples, something that made him even more excited so that he swelled even larger in Serena's hand, she kissed him and lay beside him on the bed, guiding his hand between her legs where he found her wet sex, eager for his touch. As he half rolled onto her, fingering her cunt while kissing her magnificent breasts, she squeezed his cock and gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, my prince," she breathed lustily. "Fuck me, please!"

Magnus was full of the spirit of chivalry now and gladly mounted her from above, lifting his handsome young body above hers while he guided his cock into its proper place. Serena's wet velvet cunt hungrily closed around him and her hands went to his shoulders, dragging him down on top of her so that she could kiss his mouth with her wet lips and tongue. And all the while his hips bucked and thrust between her legs, filling her so that her face blushed and she closed her eyes as an orgasm shook through her.

The prince himself was eager too, and his own climax followed not long after. Collapsing on top of her, her heavy breasts squashed beneath his chest, he kissed her with delight and cried out: "Why, lady Serena, surely you're the fairest of them all, and that's no mistake."

Smiling, Serena kissed him. "My handsome boy, and you have the finest prick in the land and that's no mistake either. Why, that's the sweetest orgasm I think I've ever had." As he slowly rolled from her, she regarded her sisters with a gloating smile. "You heard him: I'm the fairest."

"Not so fast," scowled Bellatrix. "He has to try all of us before he passes judgement. Who knows, vanilla may not be his favourite flavour after he tastes stronger stuff."

So saying, Bellatrix approached the bed, letting the long, black shawl she had worn fall to the floor. Her body, skinnier, taller and more muscular than both her sisters’, swayed as she came closer to Magnus, and the sinews of her arms and thighs were clearly visible, while her
stomach was a cage of muscle beneath her small breasts. Her black hair seemed even longer now, falling to her waist, and her lips were as red as blood under her shining dark eyes.

“Am I not beautiful?” she asked the prince who was slightly overawed as she cocked one leg onto the bed. Overawed, he simply nodded and swallowed before adding: “Incredibly!”

Smiling at this, Bellatrix slid like a snake beside him, turning her body so that her head was by his loins. Taking his limp cock between her long-nailed fingers, she gave it a squeeze that was harder than any administered by Serena and her smile broadened as it began to grow in her hands. Looking back to Magnus’s face, she leered: “He knows what he likes, doesn’t he.”

Uncertain how to respond, Magnus simply nodded again and then groaned as Bellatrix slithered her lips up and down his shaft, holding the tip of his cock upwards and then sucking it between her red lips. As he clutched the sheets of the bed, she then slid one leg across his face, pressing down her cunt onto him. Looking up, Magnus saw her pudenda, completely bald, and her lips opening so that her juices trickled down into his mouth as he opened it.

“That’s it, that’s it,” the witch moaned as she began to grind and bump her hips up and down onto him. “You’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you, and you need to be punished.” From between her legs there came a mumbling sound which she took as assent.

Pushing herself up now and spreading her slender thighs wider, she held the prince’s cock in her hand, masturbating him as she continued to grind onto his face. “That’s it, naughty boy,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, you want to fuck my cunt with your mouth. Oh, yes! Just there! Oh, perhaps you’re a very good boy after all.” Her eyes closed in ecstasy for a moment, her nipples hard on her small breasts and her shoulders shaking with a small orgasm. When it passed, she opened her eyes once more and looked over at Serena with a look of pure satisfaction. “That’s always your problem, sister,” she said triumphantly. “You never know how to talk to them.”