Nakedella: Book One

by Viola Grace

  Double-team.

  “What do you want, boys? I am in a hurry to get home.” She tried to put impatience into her tone, but the tremor of fear threaded through it and she kicked herself mentally for it.

  “We want you, Nakedella. We are tired of waiting for you to add us to your list. So we want to show you how much fun we can both be.”

  “Indeed, brother.”

  One of the giants reached for her and drew her against his chest for a kiss. It was surprisingly not repulsive. His brother’s hands were roving over her shoulders, back and buttocks in a soothing massage.

  He had learned something from the last time he had tried to have sex with her. She was not stingy with her favors as long as force was not involved.

  Ella relaxed into their ministrations, determined to get this over with. Her hands rose to the shoulders of the twin kissing her, and he groaned and gripped her waist firmly.

  In the twinkling of an eye he was on his back and she was on top of him, her thighs spread to either side. His thick fingers began to work between her labia and she sighed as he slid one, then two into her.

  His brother, meanwhile, continued his massage of her back and was now circling her anus with one thick finger. Moments later, he had some kind of lotion or lube on that digit and was working it into her.

  With three thick fingers working within her, rubbing around and jostling for space, she let her head fall to the crook of the lower twin’s neck and relaxed for what was coming.

  Sure enough, the twin under her reached between them to loosen his trousers, while the twin behind her worked another greased finger into her, then slowly began to push against her with his slicked-up cock.

  At the same time, her vaginal invader pushed heavily into her and held still. The twin behind her worked the head of his cock into her tight ass and groaned at the tight grip of the sphincter around him.

  She hung on for dear life when they both started to move, one thrusting, the other retreating in a counterpoint that had her breasts swinging and her breath coming in grunts with every movement.

  She didn’t know how long they worked her before she felt the twin in her ass grunt as his release overtook him and his cock spewed into her bowels. He fell onto her, crushing her against his brother, who struggled to pump his hips frantically into her to find his own release, dislodging his brother’s phallus from her nether ring.

  He groaned and fell limp, pulling his member from her immediately, leaving a sticky trail down her thigh to match the oozing of cum from her anus.

  She squirmed lightly to free herself from the grip of the twins and they stood up, taking her with them.

  “Where to next?” they asked her, speaking as one. It was most unnerving.

  “The Sprite’s pond. I have an appointment to keep.”

  “The Sprite? Doesn’t she devour men?” They both looked very concerned.

  “In a manner of speaking. Don’t worry, you will walk away unharmed. After a while.” She grinned mischievously and smirked internally at the consequences of their confronting the Sprite after sex.

  Wobbling as fast as she could, she led the way through the forest paths and directly to the Sprite’s pond. She didn’t even hesitate as she plunged fully into the pond, washing away the traces of sweat that the twins had left on her. Ewww.

  She was slowly treading water when she felt the fingers working into both her anus and cunt. Apparently the Sprite had anticipated what she wanted.

  She stopped treading and let the arms, tongue and fingers have their way with her as her head stayed above water.

  The warm touches on her drove her passions higher as she let the Sprite keep her from drowning. Hands caressed her breasts, tweaked her nipples and stroked down her belly as a tongue crept alternately into her ass and pussy, drinking the semen that had been left by the twins.

  The tongue drove her higher and higher until she came, shrieking and flailing her arms in the water, causing the eyes of the twins who were watching on the shore to widen in surprise. A gentle wave of water carried her to the shore and dropped her onto the soft grass that bordered the pond.

  Invisible hands lifted her once again, she was pulled against the warm chest of the Cat…err, Henry. “Hey, what kept you?” The whisper was to keep the twins from realizing that she was supported by something other than her arms.

  As she sought out her erstwhile partners, she smirked as it became evident that they were currently in the embrace of the Sprite and were being led into the water by their erections. Oddly enough, they didn’t seem too upset.

  Chapter Eight

  “I have been here for some time, Ella.” Henry’s hands were caressing her gently. “I came early to pay my debt to the Sprite.”

  He paused for a moment. “I am sorry. If I had been with you, you would not have been cornered by the Dey-Dumh twins.”

  “Well, since they had been lying in wait for me, I don’t know how we could have avoided them.”

  “I would have smelt them and taken you around them.”

  “Well, I am just as happy to have them in the Sprite’s clutches. They deserve her undivided attention for a few days.”

  “Yes, I am quite sure that they do.”

  He held her gently for a few more minutes. “Are you ready to proceed home?”

  “Are you willing to escort me?”

  “I am.”

  “Then let’s be off.”

  Arm in arm, they walked back to the village, talking about nothing in particular. Her warm blonde hair eventually dried into a tangled mass down her back and she had to remember to extract her arm from his so that she wouldn’t look too odd as she wandered down the street.

  The ladies of the Poisoned Apple Inn and Tavern waved and called out to her in greeting as she passed and she waved back. They made the best Dragon Wings and Poisoned Apple Cider in the land. She had an account for meals with them, paid for by one of her clients. It was well worth tying him up and getting him to bark like a dog.

  Nakedella and Henry the Cat made their way to her house without any further delays.

  “Thank you for the escort, Henry. ‘See’ you next Market Day?” She felt kind of coy.

  His lightly furry hand caressed her neck. “Try and stop me.”

  “Well, as long as you take your time, I won’t.” She winked at what she could only assume to be his face and gave him a slow smile. She slowly closed the door, smiling slightly.

  She leaned back against the closed door and sighed deeply. She could develop a crush on a guy like that. Well, it would help to know what he looked like.

  She made a mental note to push him into a mud puddle on the next market day so that she could see the body that went with that deep and sexy voice.

  * * * * * *

  Hours passed while Nakedella set her body and home to rights. Her hair required serious intervention. The snarls, brambles and tangles that had become embedded in her scalp were worked slowly out and tossed into the fire. She sighed happily when she was able to drag a brush through her long, lustrous locks.

  Next on the agenda was heading off to her healing bath. The wizard with the spanking fetish had been very generous with the well and surrounding benches in the bathing hut. It was a luxury that few could afford.

  She soaked herself in the magical waters and let her body repair itself. The Sprite did a good job, but it wasn’t nearly as complete as the effects of immersion.

  In just a few minutes, she felt hale and hearty once again. A towel wrapped her from armpits to knees while she wandered back into her home.

  A book that she had been meaning to read had just been opened when there was a knock at the door.

  “What the heck can it be now?” She sighed and put the book down as the knock sounded again.

  One of the farm hands from the Blue farm was at the door. He seemed surprised to see her wearing a towel. Oh, right. The naked thing.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “Uh, hello, ma’am. I was sent
to get you by the foreman of the Blue farm. The young master won’t wake up again.”

  She sighed heavily. If they didn’t provide her with all of her produce, she would slam the door in his face. She shrugged off the towel and closed the door behind her.

  “Fine. I assume that he is in the haystack again?”

  “Yes, ma’am. He nodded off a few days ago, but until the sheep and cows escaped, there was no need to wake him.”

  The farmhand was trying to ogle her as they walked, but her brisk pace only gave him a splendid view of her backside. The faster she got this over with, the better.

  The farm was in chaos. Animals were everywhere and the only thing that would get them back in their respective pens was Blue’s horn. More to the point, he himself had to blow it.

  The multitude of haystacks vexed her, but after some quick assessment, she found the suspect stack. The feet sticking out were a big clue.

  She turned to the hand and told him, “I can take it from here, junior.” He was well over the age of consent, but had an air of innocence about him that was not something she wanted to tamper with.

  Once he had left her, she turned to the task at hand. Finding the master of the farm--Little Boy Blue, who had not been little nor a boy for over fifteen years--involved moving the hay off the slumbering male and trying not to prick herself in the process. Hay was sharp.

  There he was. His trousers were sprinkled with yellow, but the rest of his clothing was all blue. She shook her head and knelt between his knees, reaching forward to unbutton his pants. His cock was limp and warm as she drew it from the confines of the cloth and she stroked it lightly until it began to twitch and rise in reaction to her touch.

  She used a firmer grip to stimulate him now, feeling the slide of skin on engorged, hardened flesh and smiling at the tiny pearl of fluid that formed at the flaring head of the erection that she had brought to life.

  When a few more drops of lubrication formed, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking hard. She kept suction on his cock as she drew back and bobbed forward. Nakedella had long ago learned that this was a time to breathe through her nose.

  Her hand worked into his trousers and played with his balls, alternately rolling and squeezing in turn. She heard him moan and kept up her ministrations, moving faster and faster. Her own saliva coated his phallus and dribbled onto his balls as she took him as far into her mouth as she could.

  Suddenly his cock erupted in her mouth, discharging its seething payload. She withdrew from him, letting his cum run out of her mouth as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

  “Nakedella, did I nod off again?” His throaty, sleepy voice sent a tremor through her. Apparently working on him had worked on her.

  “Yes, you did. Your farm is a mess, Blue. You had better get to work.”

  He smiled sheepishly at her as he gingerly tucked his half-erect member back into his trousers. “I do wish that I could be awake when you did that. I seem to miss the best parts.”

  “I just wish that you could find a more convenient way to wake up. This hay is hell on my knees.” She struggled to a standing position, wiping the last of the semen off her mouth.

  “And I still wish that you would let me return the favor one day, Ella.” He gallantly escorted her off the pile of hay and walked her to the road.

  “You just need to cement your relationship with the Baker’s daughter. Then she can wake you.” She laughed and walked away, pretending that the offer had not been tempting at all.

  As she passed over the hill and back into the village, she heard his horn calling his livestock back to order. The day had been quite satisfying all around. She had made it home, given the Sprite the Dey-Dumh twins and saved Blue’s crops for the seventeenth time.

  His horn was not the only thing that had been blown.

  Epilogue

  And so we leave Nakedella returning to her home. Her life as the village dominatrix/submissive/ fucktoy/ alarm clock/ whore was stretching before her, and she still had to decide on whether or not to accept Humpty Dumpty and the Dey-Dumh twins as new clients.

  Her nest egg was growing daily. Soon it would hatch into a golden bird that would give her an unlimited source of income. Her future was assured now. Her past was a dim memory, thanks to that cow.

  Life was certainly interesting in the land of Fairy Tales, Folk Tales and Fables, and there was no shortage of adventures to be had.

  Fini

  Viola Grace

  Viola Grace is a proud Winnipegger, living in Manitoba, Canada. She has written all her life, but only recently begun to show her work in public.

  Her favorite things are sci-fi/fantasy and avoiding housework.