SPELLBOUND: An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales

by Spellbound- An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales [Ravenous] (epub)

  “Oh Royce, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me like this.” Even through the haze of her pending climax, surprise at her unexpected confession was clear on his face.

  “I had no idea, Elf.” His finger pushed deeper into her. She tightened her muscles and closed her eyes. “But I can tell from how wet you are.”

  “Do you like it?” She released her hold on Royce and leaned backward, placing her palms on the counter. She gasped as another finger joined the first.

  “Yes, very much.”

  Elfriede opened her eyes when Royce’s body shifted. He slowly lowered himself between her legs. His hands pushed her legs apart. Elfriede’s heart raced. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to the counter’s edge. His breath was hot on her inner thighs. When Royce’s lips lightly touched her skin around her panties, she gasped.

  Royce flicked his tongue out, parting the crotchless panties just enough to make contact with Elfriede’s engorged flesh. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head firmly into her.

  Royce responded with more confident licks. He moved up over the opening and the hardened nub of her clit, circling the receptive protuberance. Elf ground her ass onto the counter and her hips against his mouth. “Oh God, Royce,” she said as waves of pleasure coursed through her. “You’re mouth feels fantastic there.”

  “You taste incredible, Elf.” His voice was muffled against her, his lips’ movement sending sensuous vibrations against her tender flesh. Elfriede’s climax neared. As Royce’s tongue dove between her swollen lips into her pussy, the first wave of pleasure hit her.

  * * * *

  Royce’s hands clutched Elfriede’s ass as he sensed her first orgasm begin. She pressed herself forward against his mouth. Her wetness flowed out and filled his mouth. He couldn’t take it all in, though he longed to. The thought of drowning in her occurred to him, and he smiled as he continued ministering to the woman who had seduced him so easily.

  Elfriede gripped Royce more firmly with her thighs. Boot heels ground into his back. Their sharpness was exquisite, and he drove himself to lick her more slowly to prolong their placement there. He moved his tongue along her pussy in wide, flat strokes. He lingered at the beginning and end of each lick, savoring the taste of flesh and cum mixing in his mouth.

  Royce could tell another orgasm was growing as the heels of Elfriede’s boots bit deeper into him. He groaned in agonized pleasure. Moving his mouth, he concentrated his activity once more on her clit. As he swirled his tongue over it, he slipped two fingers inside and caressed Elfriede’s inflamed inner walls. Within moments she climaxed again. Royce took her into his mouth once more.

  “Royce,” she moaned, “I want you in me. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

  “I would love to be inside you, my Elf,” he said, looking up at her. Seeing her through new eyes, she appeared even more beautiful than before. “But I don’t have a condom with me.”

  She pouted. “Clearly you were never a Boy Scout.”

  “You know very well I wasn’t.” He smiled and shook his head as he stood up. “But I promise I will be prepared next time.”

  “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

  Royce looked at her, trying to judge if Elfriede was playing with him or seriously suggesting he may have just missed his chance to have more of her. He caught the briefest mischievous twinkle in her eyes and decided a little boldness would go a long way. “Yes, there will be a next time,” he responded with confidence. “I’m going to be in town for a while. I need to see what state the business is in.”

  Elfriede smiled. None of Royce’s previous girlfriends displayed such joy for him, unless it was about what he could buy or do for them. He was tired of the selfish, self-centered women he dated; and had been without a girlfriend for a while because of this.

  “How about dinner to—?”

  “Yes,” she interrupted. “Better yet, why don’t you let me make you dinner? I’ll make your favorite.”

  * * * *

  Elf made a wonderful dinner, but it sat like lead in Royce’s stomach as he finished reviewing the business balance sheets.

  “Oh, Papa,” he groaned, “why didn’t you tell me things were so bad?” Royce rubbed his eyes, trying to erase the numbers he had just seen from his memory.

  Because you didn’t care, responded the part of his brain he never liked listening to. It was the part that forced Royce to look seriously at the man he was. “I never cared about this business,” he admitted, looking at the computer screen once more. “Ten stores closed. And the remaining five are in the process of closing. No wonder he dropped dead.”

  What do you care? the annoying voice asked. There’s no money in shoe stores, remember? The big money is in the stock market and bond-trading. Or anyplace else but here in this old, useless place.

  Royce pounded his hand on the desk. Those had been the words he spat at his father after finishing school. They stung Royce deeply now. He realized just how they must have hurt his father.

  “What’s wrong, Royce?” Elfriede asked.

  “Elf, did you know my father closed ten stores, and was in the planning stages of closing the rest?”

  “Yes.” She and his father knew that without Royce to carry things on there was no chance. Elfriede understood that only with a Schumacher at the helm would the business continue, and turned down his father’s offer to take over the business. She hoped Royce would come back and embrace his legacy. And here he was; but Elfriede didn’t know if he was ready to be the Schumacher he was born to be. I pray he is, or else I will have failed the family after all these years. She took his hand and squeezed it.

  “I should have paid more attention to what was going on with him and the business instead of acting like a selfish brat,” Royce said. “I was too caught up in my own life to care about this. I rarely talked to him, and when I did, it was all about me and my success. When I asked how my dad was, I never really heard any of his responses.”

  “I am here to help, Royce. I have always been here for you and your family. Is there anything I can do?”

  “I don’t know. Sales are down so much because of the economy. There’s a fifteen-hundred dollar loan payment coming up at the end of the week. And if it isn’t made, which at the moment I can’t see how it can be, the bank will start foreclosure proceedings.”

  Elfriede kissed Royce’s hand. Her heart ached for him. “You’re a brilliant businessman, and a Schumacher,” she said, standing and pulling Royce to her. She sat with him on his father’s office sofa. “I know you’ll figure out the answer. Once you put your mind to it, you’ll discover a way to save Schumacher and Son.”

  “And Son.” She heard derision and self-flagellation heavy in those two words. “That’s such a joke.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” she offered, snuggling in close to Royce on the couch. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. His powerful heart beat in her ear. “You can make it be what it once was. You’re a descendant of the world-famous Schumachers. Your family has been making and selling shoes for centuries. There are fairy tales told about them.”

  * * * *

  For the first time since learning about the financial state of his family’s business, Royce found himself feeling calmer with Elf lying against him. His mind cleared. Thoughts were no longer a chaotic miasma inside his skull. With clarity came the ability to lock on to something. He sat up straight and looked squarely at Elfriede.

  “What did you just say, Elfri….” His voice trailed off as his brain put together a plan of action. He chuckled. “Elf, that’s it. Isn’t it? You’re the Elf.” Elfriede’s eyes widened. “Just like in the old fairy tale. I’m the shoemaker and you’re the elf.” He let out a hearty laugh.

  He could see surprise and uncertainty in her face. He didn’t care. The answer had come to him: Elfriede was the key to saving the family business. Royce was too giddy to stay seated any longer. Energy unlike any he had felt in years coursed th
rough him. He looked down at Elfriede’s boots.

  “Elf, how many designs do you have?”

  “What? What designs?”

  “Boot designs. How many boot designs do you have?”

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I guess perhaps about two dozen.”

  “That’s a great start.” Royce pulled Elfriede up from the couch and into his arms. He swung her in a circle, kissed her passionately, set her down and slipped his coat on.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m running out to get condoms. We are going to celebrate!”

  * * * *

  Elfriede was still sitting on the couch when Royce came back, holding a sketchpad and wearing nothing but her boots. “I don’t want to disrupt your muse, if you’re busy,” he said.

  “You are my muse, Royce,” she said, putting down the drawing and reaching for him.

  Royce’s cock reacted immediately. The pressure against his zipper was excruciating. He went to her, dropping the bag with his purchase and his coat to the floor, and kissed her. Energy flowed from their lips through Royce’s body. His cock hardened more, and he moaned with desire. Elfriede’s hands went to his hair once again, her nails biting deliciously into his skull as she forced his mouth tighter against hers.

  Royce found himself roasting inside his clothes and struggled to get out of them without breaking the kiss. Elfriede released his head, but not his mouth, and helped him undress. As he pulled his arms free from his shirt, her hands went to his belt. She grunted with frustration until her fingers opened his pants and zipper.

  He sighed with pleasure at the easing of pressure against his cock. Elf slipped her hand inside his pants, rubbing his throbbing appendage. The feel of her touch sent his heart racing.

  “I’ve waited too long to feel you inside me,” Elfriede gasped. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs apart for him. “Make love to me, my shoemaker.”

  “With pleasure, my Elf.” Royce removed the last of his clothes and put on a condom.

  He paused to look at her. She was staring at him with passion and flushed with anticipation, her eyes locked on his cock. Royce could feel that her desire for him was beyond lust, and so different from what he had shared with other women.

  He lowered himself to her, her arms enfolding him again. He kissed her, tenderly this time. Royce’s hands moved down Elfriede’s sides, reveling in the feel of her warm, soft skin. She moaned at his touch and squirmed beneath him as he brushed the tip of his cock against her pussy.

  “Please, Royce,” she begged.

  “Soon, my Elf.” He moved his mouth to her jaw line and continued kissing her. His hands slipped to her buttocks and squeezed them.

  “Oh, yes,” Elf moaned in response. “More.”

  Responding to the pleading tone in her voice, he thrust himself into her whispering in her ear, “As you wish, my love.”

  The sensation of Royce’s thick cock driving into her, combined with his whispered endearment, sent Elfriede reeling to the brink of her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around him as the first wave of it struck. “Royce!” she cried. Elfriede clung to him as her body spasmed.

  She couldn’t prevent a second orgasm from building, even before the first fully subsided, as Royce continued sliding back and forth in her pussy.

  “Yes, Royce,” Elfriede moaned as he buried himself in her, keeping a slow and steady pace. His hands squeezed her ass tighter, lifting her off the sofa. The new angle allowed him deeper penetration. Her mounting orgasm grew stronger.

  “Come with me, my love.”

  “Yes, Elf,” Royce panted. He increased his rhythm, driving himself harder into her.

  “Oh, Royce. Yes. Yes” Elfriede tightened her muscles around his shaft and her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his shoulders as she peaked.

  “Elf, oh God!” Royce drove himself powerfully into her one last time as his own orgasm took hold. Back arched, eyes closed, he came inside of her. Elf contracted and eased her pussy muscles, milking his cock until Royce was spent.

  Royce realized, for the first time in years, he was happy where he was. He didn’t want to rush off or dismiss his lover, nor did he have any regrets. For Elf, he wanted to be a hero. For her, he knew he could be so much more than just another greed-monger on Wall Street. With her, he would be able to keep the family business going; and take it to a level his father never dreamed possible.

  “I adore you, Elf,” Royce said leaning down and kissing her softly. “You’ve given me something I can hardly describe, but I have a feeling I am going to enjoy showing you.”

  * * * *

  Elfriede and Royce over the course of the next week created two pairs of boots for each of Elfriede’s designs. They barely slept, and ate hurriedly to concentrate on the task at hand—and to make love as often as possible.

  Royce’s vision drove them forward. He knew the designs were great. Even though he hadn’t worked with shoes for years, he was a born Schumacher. If he could get those drawings made, they would sell, no matter what the price. He’d liquidate personal stock to make the upcoming loan payment. It would be worth it.

  He was energized in a way entirely different from Wall Street. Crafting shoes with high-quality leather was exhilarating. He’d long forgotten the joy of cobbling pieces together, creating something from nothing. And working closely with Elfriede, connecting intimately with her, was more than he had imagined possible.

  Elfriede Diefee was enraptured to be working side by side with the man she had loved since first walking into Schumacher and Son. Royce’s skill and natural talent amazed her. Of course, she shouldn’t have been so surprised. She knew all too well the talent within his family line. Elfriede had been watching over the Schumacher family for nearly 600 years—ever since the old cobbler and his wife gave her a cute little set of clothes as repayment for making the shoes he’d been too tired to complete.

  Just like then, she knew the boots they were making together would sell. Those sales would re-establish the Schumachers once again as the greatest shoemakers in the world.

  Sometimes it just takes an elf to lend a helping hand, she thought. She looked up from the leather she cut and smiled at Royce. The mere sight of him, so intent upon making what she designed, made Elfriede’s body tingle with wanton energy. We’ll get to work on creating the next Schumacher line very soon. After all, how can it be Schumacher and Son without a son?

  Frog

  By Suzanne Elizabeth

  Trudging down brick-paved Charles Street, Cassandra pulled her warm jacket tighter around her and stuffed her hands into her pockets. The icy fingers of early March wormed their way into her collar and sent shivers down her spine. Hurrying toward the Boston Common Garden, she thought it might be too cold to sketch outside. Full of activity, the Commons, as it was known, was great for people-watching, swan boats, and bridge views; but Cassandra’s favorite was the frog pond, where children splashed around on hot steamy days and everyone ice-skated in winter.

  Walking purposefully toward the bridge, Cassandra took the steps two at a time. She looked around at the top and breathed in deeply, enjoying the crisp cold as it tunneled through her nose like menthol. With both arms resting on the railing, Cassandra looked out at the surrounding area and watched a couple fighting. Her heart tightened in sympathy. She remembered how horrible it was when she broke up with Mark. Love sucks, she thought, but unrequited love is worse. Never again would she give her body or her heart without knowing how the other person felt.

  Cassandra leaned further over the bridge and watched her reflection in the water. The pond had thawed slightly to reveal deep circles of murky green. She absentmindedly tucked her long, mocha-colored hair behind one ear. Cassandra’s treasured heart-shaped locket, which had swung out from her neck, snagged on her fingers. The clasp broke. The momentum of the necklace zinged down and Cassandra gasped in horror as she watched her Grandmother’s legacy shoot straight into the water.

  “Noni!” she
shrieked, and bolted to the end of the bridge. “Help,” she called out, racing down the steps and kicking off her boots, ripping off her jacket, and lunging to the border of the pond. Cassandra paused, then plunged knee-deep into the numbing cold water and gasped, stunned by the immediacy of sub-zero pain.

  A strong voice stopped her, “Take another step and we’ll be fishing the pond for your body.” At her stubborn silence he added, “There’s a drop-off to your right that would send you into hypothermia.”

  “But my necklace,” she stuttered as tears weld up in her eyes. Cassandra took another dangerous step forward. Her body went rigid. She couldn’t feel her feet or legs. Two hands grabbed her from behind and yanked her up and out. Cassandra struggled as the man walked away from the pond, cradling her in his arms and placing her gently under a tree. “You don’t understand!” she sobbed at the sharp bitter memory of Noni gifting her that locket on her ninth birthday. She shivered uncontrollably as cold and despair overwhelmed her.

  “If it means that much to you, I might be able to help but…”

  Teeth chattering, eyes wet with tears she begged “Please,” clutching the stranger’s shirt “I’ll pay a reward. It was my grandmothers and it’s worth anything to me.”

  * * * *

  The electric shock of ‘Colpo di fulmine’, the thunderbolt of love, brought Jason to his knees beside her. My god, he thought, this is what it feels like. In one instant his world was changed. His hand went out to comfort her, but he snatched it back when he saw how deformed it appeared. And so, he thought, it begins.

  Jason’s voice thickened. “If you want the necklace, you’ll have to promise me something,” he said slowly. “Something unusual and you may not like it.”

  * * * *

  “Anything! Anything at all, I swear, just please find it.” Cassandra wiped her eyes and watched the man walk over to a large duffle, zip it open, and start to undress right there on the green. Through a wet haze she stared while he stripped down to clingy boxer shorts and pulled on a sleek, black wetsuit.