Spellbound- An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales

129 Pages·2010·0.84 MB·English

by  Kenley Rachel

Edited by Rachel Kenley
SPELLBOUND: An Anthology of
Erotically Retold Fairy Tales
A Ravenous Romance™ Once Upon a Time™ Original Publication
A Ravenous Romance™ Original Publication
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Spellbound: An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales
Copyright © 2008 by Ravenous Romance
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ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-071-8
This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental.
Dedication
To Holly Schmidt and Lori Perkins,
who know the magic of a well-told tale.
Thank you for your passion and inspiration.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Introduction
Handsome and Petal
Jo Atkinson
Sasha and the Seven Rosetti Brothers
Kelly Wade
Windrush
Charlotte Boyett~Compo How Red Tamed Her Wolf
Holly East
Match
Devin Salerno
Letting Her Hair Down
Ashlyn Chase
Schumacher and the Elf
Chase Jeffreys
Frog
Suzanne Elizabeth Free Falling
Victoria Lake
Legs
Rachel Kenley
Author bios
Introduction
Once upon a time. When those words start a story, the reader knows a fairy
tale has begun; as has a chance for imagination to take flight. In these stories, 10
writers re-imagine these classic stories and give them a new, decidedly erotic
twist. Some are funny, some dark, but all are exciting and passionate.
Those who enjoy sensual food and blossoming of love will be taken by
“Handsome and Petal,” which tells the story of a very sweet couple tasked with
defeating a wicked witch before enjoying a happy ending.
In “Sasha and the Seven Rosetti Brothers,” Sasha gets her prince; but not
without problems from her stepmother and help from seven dwarves running an
Italian restaurant.
We go into the woods for two stories. First is “WindRush,” where beauty
and her beast get an interesting and very hot spin. Then in “How Red Tamed Her
Wolf,” the wolf gets his… and then Red gets everything she wants.
For those who like their love bittersweet, we have “The Match.” The little
match girl is now a college junior mourning the loss of her soul mate. But has
she lost him forever or is there another way for her to be with him? Only by the
light of the fire will she know.
“Letting Her Hair Down” will tickle anyone who likes some laughter mixed
in with sexual heat. A trash-talking Rapunzel invites the oh-so-proper prince into
her tower room for an afternoon, where she learns about pleasure; and that under
his perfect elocution hide some wicked desires.
Sometimes love isn’t easy. But for Royce, saving the family shoe business is
about to become a fantasy come true in “Schumacher and the Elf.”
Unfortunately, finding a prince and giving him a much-needed kiss has never
been more challenging than it is for Cassandra in “Frog.”
Fans of Peter Pan will have a new reason to love this story after re-meeting
Peter, Wendy and their family in “Free Falling.” Neverland was never this much
fun. And finally, the little mermaid discovers she has gotten more than “Legs”
when she goes looking for the ultimate pleasure.
Inside this collection, I hope you will find love, passion, and more than a few
happily ever afters. I hope you will enjoy this collection.
Rachel Kenley
Handsome and Petal
By Jo Atkinson
Once upon a time, a handsome construction worker with a serious sweet
tooth walked into a neighborhood bakery near a jobsite and discovered
something far more delicious than warm chocolate chip cookies and soft,
miniature éclairs. Twice that same afternoon, he returned to drink in the image
of the big, beautiful blonde goddess working behind the counter. On the third
day, he asked her out on a date and she accepted.
She was called Lily, after the flower, she quipped, which symbolizes purity.
He leaned over the counter, sinful butter cream-slathered cakes displayed in the
case beneath. Chirping cartoon birds circled his neat athlete’s haircut and
pounding red Valentine hearts replaced his eyes. Brody never considered dating
a woman who didn’t slink through life in Size 2 dresses. He’d also never been in
love; but when Lily filled a cannoli shell with creamy chocolate filling, wrapped
it seductively in wax paper, and snuck it across the counter, on the house, he was
smitten. His little petal’s name might mean purity, but the image of her beautiful,
pudgy hand around the phallic dessert filled Brody’s head—and pants—with
impure thoughts. When he attempted to stand at his full six-foot-two in height,
stars replaced the chirpy cartoon birds: His cock had gotten painfully stiff.
Later that night after a fine, expensive meal and a dessert that normally
would have bewitched him, Brody escorted Lily up the stairs to her second-story
apartment. He was enthralled by the bounce of her breasts and the hot, round
caboose he caught himself staring at over the course of the date, wondering what
secret pleasures were hidden within her denim skirt. Every morning before work
—and usually twice a night after first wandering into the bakery where Lily
toiled—Brody masturbated to increasingly decadent fantasies of her. She was
the sweetest woman he’d encountered.
“I had a wonderful time, Handsome,” Lily said. Brody was the handsomest
guy she’d met in her 27 years; the kind of man who stood out in a crowd. The
man had presence. He was an athlete with the body of a god, a construction
worker and a gentleman. She loved his magnificent twin-emerald eyes, his big,
strong hands and how, when she kissed him goodnight at the open door, she felt
the swell of his cock press against her.
She kissed him again, making sure to rub her belly over his boner, and heard
him growl. Boldly, she touched his chest. Brody’s cock pulsed, tickling Lily’s
stomach. “Do you want to come in?”
He nodded and grunted an affirmative through their locked lips.
She bid him to enter. A vibrant wash of color greeted Brody’s eyes. Walls of
butternut squash complimented by cranberry curtains, with a ruby-red footed
candy bowl filled with gumdrops on an elegant walnut credenza. The sofa was
overstuffed, like a marshmallow. Everything in the charming apartment was a
visual treat, good enough to eat. The air was sweet like sugar cookies.
“Lily, my Petal,” Brody said.
She caressed his cheek, which showed a wonderfully scruffy layer of five
o’clock shadow. “Yes, Handsome?”
“You’re more beautiful than a plate of homemade brownies, hotter than hot
fudge, more sinful than cinnamon.” Lily blushed. His cock ached in response to
the redness on her cheeks. Brody imagined similar color rising on other
destinations across her gloriously sexy plus-size form.
“Would you,” he said, nearly choking on the words. Charming the opposite
sex had never been an issue before for Brody, who was the captain of his ice
hockey team and looked hot in his tool belt and hardhat. True love, however, can
overwhelm a man while transforming him with an invitation to evolve. “Would
you be my gal?”
Lily tipped her chin. A happy smile spread across her face. Brody’s cock
jerked; ready to come in his increasingly tight blue jeans without any manual
stimulation.
“Yes,” she said. “And I have the perfect way to celebrate.”
Lily drew a whipped cream heart over the hairy muscles of his chest and
slowly licked him clean. Brody was aware of every pass of Lily’s tongue. When
a lock of her long golden hair fell across his neck, he seized in place on her bed.
As he watched her movements, feeling like he was floating on a giant cake, she
raised a candy cane to her plump lips and teasingly performed oral sex on it.
Then Lily hooked the cane around Brody’s straining cock and pulled his
thickness into her mouth. He bit back a howl, sure he would go mad at any
moment. Could a simple male experience such superhuman sex without losing
his marbles?
Lily sucked Brody’s cock, spread more whipped cream over his loose,
aching balls, and lapped that up, too; an action that pushed Brody past the edge.
He loved having that particular part of his body attended to. Lily cleaned up one
ingredient, and Handsome added a different, messier variety to the festivities.
Lily’s nipples were taut rosy gumdrops, capping creamy peaks. Brody
pinched one while gently chewing on the other. She mewled contentedly beneath
him, the sweet, sugary fragrance of her naked skin soon bringing his cock back
to its full stiffness. Brody was a breast man—and a leg, thigh, ass, and pussy
man. He’d never tasted so delicious a woman.
“I could eat you all night, Petal,” he growled around her clit.
Lily traced the wet candy cane around her nipples. Brody lathered her breasts
with his tongue and followed the sticky trail when she dipped it toward her belly.
That stomach! Pale and beautiful, like angel’s food cake, Brody rubbed and
kissed it, playfully nipping at its roundness before dipping lower.
“I love candy canes,” he chuckled, his warm breath gusting over the sensitive
folds of Lily’s pussy. But Brody loved honey even more and, after spreading
Lily’s petals, he found her wet with a woman’s natural sweetness. “Fucking
beautiful,” he grunted. “And so damn tasty.”
Leaning in, Brody brushed Lily’s pussy with his tongue. Sweetness ignited
across his taste buds.
The goddess’ moans intensified to howls. “Yes, Handsome,” she begged.
He feasted, licking Lily with slow, powerful strokes countered by quick,
feather-light flicks. She writhed as Brody pressed at her clit. Lily gave the candy
cane several more teasing licks and rubbed it around her nipples, tempting Brody
back up to her chest. She extended the candy provocatively. Brody accepted it
between his lips. While sucking, he mounted her glistening chest, briefly
pinching at her cherry nipples, then lined up his cock and fucked her between the
breasts.
Weeks later, Brody was sweating it out on the ice, blocking the puck, racing
over the red line in his rather large skates, and scoring a goal for his team as the
first period wound down. As was the case with many hockey jocks, he added to
his intimidation factor by not shaving for several days before a game. Brody
successfully scared several of the other team’s less-rugged warriors.
While sucking down water from his bottle during the break, he caught sight