Fifty Shades of Sleeping Beauty (8 page)

Frowning to himself,
Osiman climbed higher and higher. Here no doubt would be the answer to this mystery, and he desired more than ever to have an answer to the questions that crowded his mind. At last he came to a thick, heavy door, on which were frankly erotic carvings that made his eyebrows rise. Tentatively, he placed one hand on the thick wood and pushed it open.

The door swung
to easily, revealing a room that was dark but for the flickering of flames in a hearth at the other end. The wood had burned down low, but it seemed as though the fire had been made up only a few hours before.

Though the room was plush, richly adorned in every way, none of the riches there held the young king’s eye. Instead, he stood and gaped in astonishment at the bed, on which lay a young woman, naked as the day she was born, asleep with her hands bound by the wrist by manacles that were chained to the bed.

Osiman’s heart stopped in his chest. The woman was more beautiful than any other he had ever seen, her body lithe and adorable, with pert breasts that rose and fell as she breathed softly in her sleep. Although her position could not have been the most comfortable, with her arms pulled above her head, she had curled up her legs and seemed to be sleeping peacefully, her face angelic in its tranquility. From where he was standing, the young man could see a tuft of auburn hair between her thighs that was the same colour as her head and, despite himself, he blushed.

Crossing very quietly to the bed, he stood beside her in silence for a few moments. This close she was even more perfect, her face an exquisite oval and her mouth pouting slightly as the breath escaped her.
Osiman was aware of a feeling of discomfort in his trousers, which suddenly felt too tight, but despite the fact that he had encountered no-one else awake in this strange place he still had no intention of dishonouring this young, sleeping beauty.

Instead, he chastely bent down and softly kissed the girl’s lips, breathing in her perfume and tasting the sweet honey of her mouth. He was about to pull away, uncertain what to do next, when he saw her eyelids flicker and, after a few moments, she opened them and stared at him clearly.

“That was a nice dream,” she said, her voice sounding more delightful than running water to a thirsty man. “Are you here to complete my education?”

Princess Talia was troubled by some very peculiar dreams.

In one of them, Bella held her down and placed her slender, muscular body over that of the young woman, pressing her to the bed while she reached down between Talia’s legs. In her hand was the huge toy that she had used on the princess, the girl being eager to be penetrated by that mighty beast. Yet when it entered her, causing her pussy to swell with pain, it did not bring the sweet relief that she so eagerly desired. Instead, no matter how quickly Bella thrust with her dildo Talia felt herself eternally on the edge of an orgasm, unable to reach a climax.

This was the most recurrent of her dreams, drawing as it did on her most recent experiences, but her subconscious mind threw up a whole range of fantasies that the princess, in her innocence, had never
realised existed.

In another, she was in the garden where she had gone bathing that day she was disturbed by Griselda. In this dream, however, it was not her governess who came to find her in the pool but the young gardener. As he walked towards her, young and - she
realised - very handsome, so he began to strip out of his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his breeches. Talia gasped as she saw the firm muscles on his chest and his arms, and when he pulled off his trousers she almost swooned.

Between his legs hung a cock which, while not as massive as the toy with which she had been deflowered, was impressive enough. The young man smiled as he walked towards the edge of the pool, and in her dream Talia began to feel a different kind of slickness between her legs. As he came ever nearer, so his cock began to
rise, the purple tip of it poking above the water’s surface. Licking her lips, Talia began to wade through the water before dipping her whole body into the pool, feeling its freshness against her breasts and her hips.

This was where the dream became frustrating. As she sought to swim towards her beau, the pool seemed to extend ever onwards. It didn’t matter how hard she kicked, the dream of
fulfilment turned into a nightmare as the gardener seemed even further away with each stroke. His own face was frowning now as he called out to her, but cramps began to spasm through the princess’s legs and she realised with horror that she was drowning - nor could she wake up from this terrible dream.

For a hundred years the princess had been tormented by such fantasies. Her mind threw up courtiers, male and female, peasants and servants, all of them undressing and revealing themselves to her, all of them promising her untold delights. And yet in every dream she remained unfulfilled. If she could have woken from her magical sleep, she would have cried out in anger and frustration.

Which is why, when her last dream began, she felt a sickness in her stomach. She was once again in the room where Bella had seduced her, and she could feel when she stirred the manacles that still chained her to the bed. The room was dark, though a glimmer of light indicated that it was daytime outside. Her eyes were heavy and she could barely open them, although she thought she saw a shape moving towards her bed, dark and mysterious.

As it came closer, the shape resolved into a young man, olive-skinned with black hair and far more handsome than the gardener appeared in her dreams - or, for that matter, any other person she
fantasised about.

The stranger’s clothes were torn and where his skin showed through, sometimes smeared with blood, she could see that his body was as athletic and as strong as his face was handsome. She tried to cry out, to tell him to go away, to leave her in peace rather than torment her, but her voice wouldn’t respond.

Instead, the stranger bent down beside the bed. She could smell spices and perfumed oils on his body, an exotic scent very different to those she had been used to in the palace. She wanted to move her arms, to wrap them around his head and drag him onto her, but even if her body had responded she was still chained in place.

When he kissed her, she felt a thrill through her belly and her nipples began to stiffen. All the hairs went up on her neck and the backs of her arms, and she suddenly began to
realise that, as her pussy opened up and began to moisten, there was something different about this particular vision. Her eyes were opening now, and she saw that there
was
a man standing beside her, tall, dark and completely, utterly, drop-dead gorgeous.

“That was a nice dream,” she said, stretching her body as much as she could as she spoke. “Are you here to complete my education?”

The man, who Talia guessed was only a few years older than her, opened his mouth in astonishment.

“You’re awake?” he said. His voice had an exotic, foreign accent, like his scent, and the sound of it made Talia even
more fruity.

“Yes,” she purred, moving her body around. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I mean, I might not be asleep anymore, but it’s not as though I can do anything to defend myself.”

“Wait, you don’t understand,” the stranger began to gabble. “Some terrible spell lies on this place, so that everyone has slept for a hundred years.” He continued to talk too quickly for Talia to follow, but her eyes were wandering over his body, taking in his firm torso and the very evident lump in his trousers.

“I mean,” she continued, ignoring his speech and repeating
herself in a new variant, “I’m utterly defenceless here. I wouldn’t be able to stop you doing anything you wanted with me, even if I wanted you to stop.”

The dark-skinned man was staring at her as though she was insane. “Which I don’t,” she added, somewhat tartly.

This seemed to jolt him to his senses. With a strange but very courteous bow, he told her: “My lady. I can see that you’re in distress. I shall rescue you immediately.” With that, he leaned over her. Thank the gods! Talia thought to herself. I’m about to get right, royally fucked at last!

To her frustration, however, she
realised that he was fumbling with the manacles that were chained to the bed. “I can’t...” he grumbled. “I can’t seem to undo these...”

“You stupid bloody idiot!” she shouted. “I don’t want to be released! I want to be fucked!”

“What?” His face was a picture, dumbfounded as he looked up at her. Talia bit her lips in an effort to control herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep - though I’m pretty sure I missed dinner and someone will be looking for me soon. But before they come, I’d be ever so grateful if you could just see to getting your
todger out and giving me a good seeing to. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“
Er... yes, I think I understand.” The confusion on his face didn’t seem to have diminished in any way, though Talia was pleased to see when she glanced down that the protrusion in his breeches was ignoring his mind’s confusion and responding very nicely to being so close to a naked woman. To help him along, she wriggled beneath him, lifting up her hips and trying to press her starving cunt towards his crotch.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“What does that bloody matter? I’m a bloody lust-crazed woman who wants to get laid.” Defeated, Talia fell back onto the bed with a sigh. “Well, if you must know, I’m Talia.”

“Princess Talia?” the man asked.
“The daughter of King Magnus and Princess Isis? But that’s... that’s impossible!”

Talia was starting to feel somewhat irritable. “Well, last time I looked that’s who I was. And who are you?” Any sense of inbred politeness had turned to acid in her voice.

The man stood up again. “My lady,” he said, with another deep bow. “I am Osiman VII, King of all Nysa.”

Now the princess was confused. “Wait a minute. Did you say
...
King
of Nysa?”

He gave a grin.
“The one and very same.”

“But that’s impossible!”

“Precisely what I thought about you. But my family have ruled Nysa for nearly a hundred years - not long after you and your family disappeared, to be precise.”

To the frustration between her legs, now Talia’s head was hurting with the attempt to understand what had been going on while she was asleep. Whatever it was, she now had the terrible feeling that she’d missed much more than her dinner while she was sleeping. “Oh, bother it!” she exclaimed. “Just... just see if you can let me go.”

“At once!” Osiman responded, and again leaped onto the bed, leaning over Talia as he fumbled and struggled and strained with the manacles. They would not budge, however, and in his various attempts to release the princess he found that he had to move against her in the most intimate of positions. While his loins had been very happy to find a young, naked woman tied up in bed, now the added friction of rubbing up against her had made his cock rock hard. Talia, her irritation past, could also not help but notice it.

“I can’t... I can’t release you,” the new king of Nysa panted.

Talia’s could feel that her cheeks were burning red, and the heat of the day was spreading through her own body.

“Don’t exhaust
yourself,” she told him gently, looking up at him with her big, green eyes.

“I must do everything I can to free you!” he protested.

She smiled at this. “It’s quite clear that I’m held by an enchantment, and brute force” those words made her have a little squirt between her legs “ won’t achieve anything.”

“What do you mean, my lady?”

As he spoke, Osiman’s face was very close to hers, his lips hovering barely an inch away. Without speaking, Talia lifted her head slowly, bringing her mouth to his. As she pressed herself onto him, she opened her mouth so that her warm, wet tongue could slide into him, hunting for his willing flesh as he began to move his jaws, opening them and sucking her into him.

His hand came to her breast, caressing it, and Talia let out a groan as he kissed all around her neck and ears. His fingers gently squeezed her nipple and she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter, but the king seemed still very tender - a little too tender considering the mood Talia had woken in.

“You know what I said about brute force not achieving anything?” she interrupted him as he kissed her softly.

“Yes?” he
said, that same, gorgeous dumbfounded look on his face.

“Well, perhaps a
little
brute force might be just the thing we need.”

He grinned as she said this and moved away. Oh, bloody hell!
thought Talia. Idiot! But then, when she saw that he was standing off the bed so that he could pull off his torn shirt and trousers, throwing his boots to one side, a tremor of orgasmic excitement began to burst through her like an earthquake.

“Oh, by the gods!” she groaned when she saw what lay between his legs.

In her dream, the gardener and other men who came to her had been generously proportioned, but none of them were as well-endowed as this young king. He was not as monstrous as Osiman the Mighty, but he shared the same genes, and his cock - a beautiful, thick thing with a dark, veined shaft and smooth, circumcised head - rose up in front of him like a thing of glory. Had she been able to move from the bed, Talia would have gladly fallen to her knees to worship it. As it was, she simply lay on the bed and gibbered with lust.

This time, when he lay down beside her again,
Osiman needed no encouragement to kiss her wildly, his hands grappling the young woman’s naked body as their mouths and tongues entwined. His fingers dug into her breasts and Talia strained against the bonds that tied her to the bed, trying to pull her arms down to his sexy neck. When his hands moved down her belly and slid along the tuft that crowned her pubis, she willingly opened her legs and moaned softly when his fingers ran along the length of her sweet sex. Oh, how she wanted to reach out and grasp his manhood, to stroke and play with it.

With a saucy smile,
Osiman changed his position, straddling her chest so that she could see that marvellous cock rising up in front of her, huge and throbbing. As he lowered it to her face, so she hungrily opened her mouth, tasting its slightly salty tip as he pushed it into her lips. The young king held her head in his hands, keeping it in place as he began to fuck her mouth, pushing an inch and then another into her so that her saliva made his erection slick and wet.

Then, when he had enjoyed her mouth for a while, with a laugh he moved down her body, slithering his muscular form over her soft, tender body until his own head was between her legs. With his fingers digging into her thighs, he began to kiss and lick and suck all around her sex, taking her clitoris into his mouth while his finger teased and tormented her excited cunt.

“Oh, by the gods!” she began to moan more loudly now. “Fuck me! Take me! I’m yours!”

All
Osiman’s confusion was banished now. All he had to do was listen to the demands of his own body - and witness the very obvious demands of Talia’s as she opened her thighs even wider, desperate to be penetrated by him. Guiding his magnificent cock to the entrance of her sex, he rubbed the tip of it along her wet slit and then started to push into her. Before, the young princess would have been frightened of such an organ but, having been prepared by a dildo modelled on his ancestor, she was now simply full of lust to be filled by him.