Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus

by Roxxy Meyer, Leigh Foxlee

  He set the toy to a light buzz and pressed it against my inner thigh. My pussy, now extra sensitive from the orgasms, already started to throb again. First he swept the humming toy around my sex, moving it between my legs too, but denying my clitoris direct contact. The vibrations shivered through my skin, making my sex pulse with the growing need to come again.

  He turned it higher, and tugged on the chain connecting the clamps while he pressed the vibrator against my pubis bone. The assault of sensation made it feel like fireworks were going off inside my every cell. I shrieked loudly and thrashed in frustration within my tethers.

  Finally he slid the smooth head of the toy inside my seeping pussy. I let out a long, satisfied moan as my inner walls gripped it tight, trying to pull it deeper and milk it of all the pleasure it could give. But he teased me further, while clucking his tongue at me and scolding me for such outbursts. All the while, he wore a cheeky grin that said he enjoyed this as much as I did.

  He notched the vibrator’s speed up higher, and my pussy clamped down around it tighter. Pressure built deep inside of me, while soft, silk rope bit into my skin. I bucked and moaned and moved the chair in my frenzy to be free. The chains attaching the nipple and clit clamps strained tight, making the flesh pinched in their grip burn.

  Orgasm number three rocketed through me and I trembled and whimpered.

  Then he untied me, took me to bed, and gave me orgasm number four. And he was right. I slept like a baby.

  ***

  When I woke up, my clock read 2:30 pm and a large, muscular arm was thrown over my side. It’d been a long time since I woke up next to anyone, so I almost scrambled out of bed in surprise. Often, after I practically drained the life out of them with sex, guys tended to leave my place without so much as a goodbye thrown over their shoulder. After I stole their breath, quite literally, who could blame them?

  “Hello, sleepyhead.” Mike kissed my temple and hugged me tighter.

  “I can’t believe I snoozed half the day away,” I said, my voice still thick and groggy.

  “Well, I hate to rush you outta my arms, but could you be ready in, say, an hour?”

  I turned in his embrace and gave him a puzzled frown. “Why?”

  His grin was that of a wolf once more. “Because it’s time for your presentation at Fairy Court. You said you wanted to learn how to control your powers? Well, I’m going to introduce you to some friends who can help with that.”

  We dressed and were in my car within half an hour. I’m a minimal make up and beauty fussing kind of girl, so I rarely take more than forty-five minutes. I drove, because I’m anal about who drives my baby blue PT Cruiser. Mike gave directions and filled me in, as best he could, on what my presentation would entail.

  “So it’s sexual,” I said as I took a corner too wide. Some of his details made me steer weird. They expected me to do what?

  “Oh yeah,” he drawled, while wearing a sideways smile. “It’s very sexual. Fairy creatures are. You see, they get that sexuality is fluid. Fairies don’t get hung up on some of the shit we do. Like girls have to go with boys and all those antiquated notions. Fairies get that love is love, no matter how you slice it.”

  I nodded. “Sounds like a pretty cool clan to me. Easygoing.”

  He chuckled at this. “Oh, not all fairies are easygoing. Make no mistake. They can get nasty and fickle, just like humans can, but they tend to have less hang ups overall than homo sapiens.”

  About a hour later, after we drove down close to the wharf, Mike directed me through a tunnel that led to an urban area in shambles. The places were falling down all around us, and the buildings, mostly brick with tattered awnings, looked like they hadn’t seen paint or modernization since the 1980s. I frowned and thought what an odd setting for a regal fairy court. But, then, Mike had told me to expected the unexpected with fairy.

  “In this world, not everything is as it seems,” he told me as we exited the car and walked toward what looked like an old, abandoned pharmacy.

  Inside, I found an entirely different world, and the strange finery surrounding me made me gasp in awe and surprise.

  It was like a scene out of Pan’s Labyrinth, or some old paintings of fairy courts. The grey stone walls sparkled as we entered a narrow corridor that sloped steeply downward. The more we traveled, the more oddities I discovered, and the path was an erratic roller coaster of up and down. Hands, clad in silken gloves of red, or gold, or silver, reached out from these sparkling walls and caressed my skin. The floor under our feet appeared to boil and bubble, yet we stood on solid concrete. The lights that lit our way didn’t rest on the walls, but rather these tiny blue globes floated and hovered close by us, zipping around our heads, occasionally annoying me, then shooting far ahead.

  Mike laughed when I swatted at one like a fly. He said, “Be careful. Don’t piss them off. They’re small but they pack some bite.”

  Finally we stopped in front of a massive, rounded door made of gold and filled with an intricate scene someone had carved into the soft metal. The depiction was one of a satyr playing a flute while nymphs danced around a waterfall, but this morphed into other fairy scenes as we drew near. An incubus perched on a lovely woman’s chest. An undine lifted up out of the water to snatch at a passing traveler and take him down into a watery grave. An elusive sprite guided a lost child home.

  Mike wrapped one big hand around the onyx loop hanging in the center of one door and he knocked. Once. Twice. Three times.

  The door quietly swept open.

  The interior, and the beings gathered within, reminded me of a masquerade ball. The gold and red ballroom was packed with people in fine costumes made of silk, satin, finely spun thread. Their shoes and attire looked sixteenth century French. But Venetian masks hid their faces from view, as these partygoers passed by in swirling skirts and ruffs at the neck and wrists.

  When they started to part as they noticed us, I spotted the focal point of the room. Two tall, slender figures dressed in costume sat on vaulted thrones of crimson intertwined with gold. On the floor before them, masked partygoers performed carnal acts. And I had a feeling Mike and I would soon be joining the display.

  Mike led me up to the two thrones and said, “Here she is.”

  The masked being on the right, wearing a bouffant wig of silvery curls, nodded at me and him.

  “She wants to know how to control her power, wants to cure her insomnia” he continued. “Will you teach her?”

  The one on the left spoke in an eerie voice that sounded ancient. “Yes. Perform first.”

  “Just follow my lead,” Mike whispered in my ear as he took my hand.

  “Do I have much choice?” I muttered back.

  He chuckled, grinned a Cheshire grin. “Oh, sweetie, make no mistake--ultimately, you’re the one that’s in control of me.”

  I smiled at that. My heart did strange things I wasn’t sure I was comfy with, but I didn’t have time to think about it at the moment.

  Two wooden, antique bureaus were wheeled out by masked beings dressed like jesters. The doors in these bureaus were made of glass, and I could see practically everything inside. And the contents were all about play and pleasure. I spotted handcuffs, whips, paddles, and things I couldn’t readily identify. Jars of what looked like spices, and bottles that held lotions and potions, lined two shelves on both bureaus.

  They also brought out what looked like an antique spanking bench. It was topped by golden cushions, and intricate, glittering patterns were sewn atop them in silver thread. A pale oak frame, also elaborately carved, supported the two cushions. Near the top of the longer cushion, cuffs made of gleaming silver stuck out of the oak. A pair of similar cuffs were located at the end of the shorter cushion as well.

  “Begin the bonding ceremony,” said the fairy queen sitting in the throne on the left.

  “What does she mean by bonding ceremony?” I whispered to Mike as he led me to the spanking bench and strapped me in.

  “I’ll explai
n later.” Mike brushed a kiss over my temple then walked away.

  “I think you should explain now,” I protested, but he slapped my butt, which now jutted high in the air, and told me not to be disrespectful to fairy royalty.

  I bit back my retort. Hell, I was in a fantasyland come to life. I figured it was better to play it safe, in case one of these creatures bit my head off, or worse. I knew nothing of the rules of this place, so I let go and left myself in Mike’s capable hands. After all, he’d handled my bar like a charm, and he sure did a fine job on my body the night before, so…

  With my wrists and ankles in manacles, my torso pressed tight against the soft, silky pads. The rough texture of the embroidery work scraped over my nipples, making them tingle and grow hard. My ankles were bound so that my legs were held wide apart, and cool currents of air teased my pussy as I waited for what would happen next.

  “I’m going to put ginger up your ass, darling,” he told me, loudly, and the whole crowd applauded. I felt my face burn, but the shame didn’t linger. It was eclipsed by the thrill of engaging in this strange, new form of sexual play. Of experiencing a new world in many different ways. “Are you ready, Kat?”

  So I steeled my resolve and nodded.

  “Figging, or the insertion of ginger, is all about playing with sensation. It will calm you, thrill you, test you. You know the safe word if you get uncomfy.”

  I nodded again, took a deep breath, scanned some of the masked faces watching me intently. My face was pressed to the pillow, and I could barely move my head, but I could see enough to know the crowd had grown.

  Before he nudged the piece of ginger into my anus, he readied me with his tongue and lips and fingers. His hot, wet tongue first stroked my ass, making me relax and loosen up. Once the tight hole was well lubed from his saliva, he added a finger, then another. He curled and straightened them as he probed my anal canal, stretching it wider. I clamped down around his touch as the pleasure soared higher, but he urged me to keep loose.

  His fingers disappeared and the moist, smooth tip of the root went in. But not before he showed me the handmade toy. The root had been shaped to resemble a butt plug, tapered at one end and wider at the other. He slid the tip up my ass and a pleasant tingling started. The sweet, spicy scent of ginger filled my nostrils.

  He stroked my ass, massaged my cheeks, and tickled fingers ever so lightly over my clit, while the root heated up inside of me, making my asshole throb. Then his hands left me while my anus clenched tight around the root.

  Thwack!

  I screamed and bucked atop the spanking bench when the paddle hit my ass, making the right cheek jiggle and sting intensely.

  He walked around in front of me and showed me the spanking toy. It was a blue, velvety paddle that reminded me of playing ping pong as a kid. He stroked my face with the soft, fuzzy surface then trailed it over my neck. He swirled and swept it over my back, making the tight muscles there release. I “oohhh” and “ahhh” as the ginger inside me burned hotter, then I had orgasm number one. My pussy trembled as I thrashed in my bonds, and juices trickled down my spread legs.

  The paddle swished over my rounded ass cheeks. He swept its fuzzy edge down my crack, urged it between my wet, swollen labia. He soothed away the sting of that first slap, and then…

  Whap!

  The paddle came down harder this time. I arched my back and sucked my stomach in. The burning in my ass became raging hot. My mind zipped and binged with pleasure / pain overload.

  “Wanna use the safe word yet, hon?” Mike drawled.

  “Not on your life,” I gasped out.

  Before it grew uncomfortably hot, he took the root from inside me, but not before he applied a few more sharp raps to my stinging cheeks. I writhed and wriggled in my bonds, screamed and cried in pleasure.

  “You know, a good submissive is usually quiet,” he teased in between tormenting me.

  “Who says I’m a good submissive?” I retorted, between moans and slaps.

  “Oh, you’re good, hon, but you’ll definitely need a lot of discipline.”

  I was liking the sound of that more and more.

  The crowd seemed to be enjoying my display as well. Some edged closer, moving in a strange, fluid way that made them almost appear to float across the floor. I heard murmurs of approval and some applause drifted to my ears. The shame and humiliation factor melted away, and I reveled in the wanton release of complete exhibitionism.

  Tonight, I would definitely sleep well again. I had no doubts.

  I heard the crinkle and rip of a condom wrapper, then a thick, long cock pumped its way inside of me. I sighed and let my back arch deeper, my ass jut higher, as I took all of him.

  Smooth, gloved hands touched me and I stiffened momentarily. The others were joining in. Touching me everywhere. Their silken caresses plucked at my nipples, then they added mouths and teeth. They suckled me, taking the taut buds so far into their mouths that my aureoles were wet and tingling from their ardent tasting.

  Palms of satin glided over my stomach, down my back. Someone pressed a clit stimulator to the already swollen bud between my legs and I shrieked at the stimulation. The stimulator was like a smooth stone, and a low vibration trembled through it. My fairy lover ground it into my clitoris and drove my pleasure / pain intake higher.

  Anal beads that felt like smooth balls of glass were nudged into my anus. Someone fucked my ass slow and easy with them, while my lover drove his cock into my pussy even harder. My anal canal was still sensitive from the ginger root, and the penetration renewed the pleasant tingling the figging had left behind. I let everything go, completely relaxed, while flames of ecstasy licked higher inside of me.

  I smelled a mix of perfumes coming off my costumed lovers. Sweet and spicy, the earthy scent of sandalwood mixed with roses. The intake of such rich sights, sounds, smells, and touches swept every thought out of my mind. I was free and in the moment. My body seemed to melt under the many fingers, tongues, lips, and cock exploring me.

  I came again and again under their ministrations. More condoms were opened so more cocks could explore me, and I took them all. I became their carnal nymph, eagerly submitting to the pleasure they all had to give. When it was all over, they drifted away from the bench, leaving me exhausted, but very sated and happy.

  Only Mike and I and the fairy queen were left in the cavernous, golden room. He untied me and I wrapped my arms around him as he embraced me. Before she left the room, the fairy queen granted me control over my powers. She swept fingers over my face, leaving behind a pleasant but odd tingling, and then she was gone.

  “I can barely keep my eyes open.” I smiled up at him. “But I still want to know what this bonding ceremony business was all about.”

  “Damn, I was hoping you’d forget about that until morning.” He slapped his bare thigh and I held a hand out as I got up from the bench.

  “Nope, I have an excellent memory.” I chuckled. “Now, let’s go home and you can fill me in.”

  He grinned, took my hand, and walked with me. “Yeah, you’ve seen enough of this place for one night. We should get outta here before they really kick it up.”

  My eyebrow rose. “Well, if what we just did is tame in comparison, I can only imagine.”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” he said as we exited into the tunnel. “This place has a ton of surprises in store for you.”

  ***

  “You know, for a younger guy, you’re pretty cool in every way,” I told Mike as we shut down the bar the next night.

  He laughed. “See? Told you that you misjudged me.” He winked. “Thanks.”

  “I can make hasty judgments sometimes,” I confessed, looking down at the glass I dried because I was embarrassed over my foolishness. “I get a little stuck in old fashioned ways of thinking, I guess.”

  “Nah, you’ve just been too afraid to let people get close. I get that. You just needed a handsome fairy to open you up.” He leaned forward and tweaked my nose.

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sp; Startled, I laughed. “I guess you’re right.” I nodded. “Now, about that bonding ceremony…”

  “Oh, yeah, that…” His steely eyes went wide, and he tried for the innocent country boy routine, which he really couldn’t pull off with me anymore now I knew his secret. “We’re kind of married, under fairy law.”

  My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my sip of water. “Run that by me again?”

  He gave a sexy, sheepish grin. “Yeah… see, I kind of lied.”

  I quirked an eyebrow up. “You’re not as young as I thought?”

  “Not that exactly.” He put the towel he was using to dry glasses down, walked up to the counter.

  I leaned on it, moving closer as I studied him. My heart sped up a bit in my chest. What the hell was he up to now, that tricky fairy? “Okay, spill it. If we’re married, I want us to be completely honest with each other from this moment on.”

  Strong hands, slightly cool to the touch, wrapped around my upper arms.

  “What the--?” My gazed darted between two males on either side of me. One was lanky and of average height, the other was taller than Mike and built halfway between lanky and burly.

  “See, I’m actually a full blooded fairy. Incubus. Fairy court kind of looks out for Halflings like yourself. And my brothers and I have been looking for a girl that could … well … keep up with us. I heard about you, and I asked the court to assign me to you.”

  “So I’m bonded to all of you?” I gulped, but then promptly thought of the possibilities.

  “Well, not yet, but we intend to take care of that right now. If you’ll have us? See, we’re the cure for your insomnia. We also need to get rid of our sexual energy to sleep, but, like you, we tend to exhaust human lovers. You being half-succubus, you can take it.”

  I gazed at the three men in the bar with me. The brothers were unmasked now, and they were definitely equal in hotness to Mike. Each one was a different brand of handsome. The tall big one was rugged and more bestial in his looks, while the other one had long, straight black hair that fell to his waist, and he wore a type of gothic charm that worked well for him. I figured I could work with this arrangement, and it would mean I’d finally get sleep, plus sex, on a consistent basis. What did I have to lose?