Cindersmellya: A Dark Comedy Fairytale Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Suddenly the club is in chaos as all the other clients are ushered out the front door and my royal retinue gets everything set up. I hear all the girls in the back chattering excitedly. Fuck, I hope Ella is one of them.

  I clear my throat and look at the woman who is clearly in charge of getting the girls together. “Every girl. Am I clear? I don’t want a single one of your girls hiding out or trying to get out of this. Every. Single. Girl. Must be on stage.”

  She nods, her eyes wide. I settle down on a chair in the middle of the stage and grip Ella’s thong in my hand. It’s like a life raft anchoring me to her in the chaotic sea of strippers that are about to accost me with their scents. I take another deep inhale, letting the scent settle into my body.

  Then I gear up for what’s about to go down. I should be used to it by now, but every time I can’t help thinking that Ella has truly driven me mad if it’s come to this. It’s mad love, for sure.

  The first stripper approaches me, turning around and bending over, arching her back so her ass is shoved right in my face. Gritting my teeth and hoping against hope, I breathe out through my mouth, then lean forward and take a long, slow, deep inhalation.

  I sit back with a sigh. “Not her. Next.”

  The next one changes things up a bit, facing me as she lifts her leg and hooks her red six-inch heel on the back of my chair, shoving her crotch right in my face.

  Fucking hell. I catch Travers looking at me with that same horrified expression he’s worn for two days, and I grimace as I lean forward, again drawing in a fucking huge breath through my nose.

  I immediately wave her away, jerking back. “Next.”

  The strippers parade by, each one taking their turn to shove their crotches in my face, letting me catch their scent just long enough to know.

  And not a fucking one of them has that sweet, sexy aroma that my Ella has.

  I rake my fingers through my hair, more than a little disheartened. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m fucking devastated. That’s all of them here. And this is the last club in the kingdom.

  “Is that all your girls?” I demand, not willing to believe that I’ve searched the entire kingdom, smelling every thong, and none of them have been her.

  The woman looks at me and nods, eyes wide. “That’s all.”

  “Go check again,” I command, but I know it’s useless.

  She disappears behind the curtain, and I sink back in my chair. I have no idea where to go from here. Dejected, I lift Ella’s thong to my nose again and close my eyes, wondering if this is all I have left of her.

  Hands settle on my shoulders as a soft breath trails across my neck, causing a shiver to go through me. Then the sweetest voice whispers in my ear.

  “If you keep holding that thong, how am I supposed to rub my crotch in your face? I might have to break your arms. It’ll be like face-fucking the Venus de Milo.”

  25

  Ella

  Only Derek would do something so insane as line up strippers and sniff their thongs to find me. I mean, sure some girls would think that’s weird. Some people might even think it's gross. But I love that Derek would do anything to find me. I love that Derek finds my pussy’s natural musk so intoxicating that he used it to find me.

  I may not be a real princess or anything, but I do have a real Prince Charming that puts the “charm” in that. My eyes actually start to water when he turns to face me. Our gazes meet and the emotion wells up within me.

  “I’ll need to sniff your thong, Ella,” Derek says, but he can’t hold back his grin. I mean, he gave away the whole part where he believes it's me already when he said my name like he loved me more than anything in the world. And damn that feels good because I love him more than anything in the world, too.

  “I see that you were,” I say, pointing to the souvenir from our first night together. “Have you really been carrying that around?” I know he has before he even answers. The idea that he’s kept a memento in his pocket, a memory of me, it touches me in a way that’s about to make my lower lip tremble if I don’t chill out.

  “I have, Ella … and it isn’t like I wouldn’t know the scent of your delicious pussy anywhere, but after the different looks I’ve seen, I needed to know I’d found you.” Several of the women in the club are crossing their arms and watching this, as if I have perfectly wronged them. I’m so awash with happiness that I can’t even be bothered to glare at them or point some resting bitch face at them. No, I just keep this almost silly grin spread over my face because he’s mine. Derek Van Windsor, Crown Prince of St. Albans, loves me and searched his kingdom for me. “I didn’t know if you even wanted to see me, so of course I had to wrangle up every stripper I could in the whole kingdom until I found the woman I’m going to marry.” Derek licks his lips and gives me the most achingly handsome, passionate look I’ve ever seen. At once he’s charming, and he’s pleading. He’s laying it all out there, as if I don’t want him just as much as he clearly wants me. “If you’ll have me.”

  For a moment I can’t breathe, I’m so fucking excited. I run toward him, as short a distance as it is, and wrap my arms around him. I can’t stand the idea of him waiting a second longer to have an answer but I have to touch him.

  He pulls at my waist and I wrap my legs around him, too.

  “Of course I’ll have you. In true Della tradition, I say that I have you in the VIP room,” I say. I watch his eyebrows knit. “Or would you prefer our couple name be Elerek? I mean that sounds awful to me, Della works at least…” I stop babbling because Derek is already carting me off toward the VIP room and the need for babbling long since passes when you can get 12 inches of Prince piped right inside you. Who needs to talk over that?

  My heart is so light, so happy now that I have to make a joke. I mean, there’s a certain absurdity to the situation I just can’t leave alone. I think the way Derek is so over the top is really one of the best things about him. I’ll never have to question what matters to him again because he practically has a sign around his neck. “Most men can’t get away with proposing like that so soon after they were sniffing the crotches of other women.” Okay, so I still have some tease left in me and like he’s earned this by sniffing the panties of every stripper in the kingdom.

  But I’m also yanking off my clothes like I have a personal vendetta against them or something because I need to be bared skin against Derek’s mouth, his body, his cock. I crave him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Even the few seconds it takes to pull off my clothes is maddening.

  “Well, I’m not most men at all.” Derek laughs, tearing off his own clothes. Watching him unwrap my package – those eight-pack abs, those defined muscles in his thighs, his firm pecs, and of course that magical, massive, monster cock? Damn, my mouth is watering at the sight of him.

  We both get completely naked as quickly as we can. We don’t have time to waste! There’s already been too much time apart, and we both know it, so we run toward each other. When we meet, we’re a wet mess of kissing and fondling each other, a tangled mess of lips and hands and hips, all pressing together, desperate to connect. Our bodies are moving with a desperation like we were lost at sea. In a way, it was exactly like that, having tides pull us apart and being unsure of how to find each other or what direction we were even going in. I never want to be lost like that again. I’ve found everything I desire in loving Derek, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again.

  And I know that he feels the same way because I know what he did to get here! No man would go through all this trouble, and resist the quite obvious temptations, if he didn’t really care. Any woman would practically kill to be his, and he knows that. But Derek wants me. I want him.

  “You certainly aren’t.” I press my lips against his but rather than kiss him just yet, I relish the feeling of his warmth on my lips. I know that he’s mine. I stroke up and down his arms and savor the sensation of him, and finally start to kiss him. He's tender and patient for a few seconds before the we
llspring of passion he’s certainly been saving for this moment threatens to burst.

  Derek needs me so bad that we aren’t even getting horizontal. He backs us up against a wall and lifts one of my arms over my head with one hand and one of my legs with his other hand. His knees spread my thighs apart and he slides into me. His cock fills me up so tight and completely that a low moan escapes my lips at just the sensation.

  Derek fucks me against the wall so there’s absolutely no give in his unrelenting thrusts. No man has ever made me feel claimed or owned before, and I’ve never even wanted that, but the rough yet tender way he’s slamming into me and marking me as his makes me literally swoon at the idea of being his forever.

  His mouth is over mine but we’re both breathing over each other’s lips, sucking in air by the lungful and trying to keep up with the furious intensity of our arousal.

  “Fuck I want to be inside your pussy forever,” Derek moans, burying his face in my neck. His hands grip my hips and he slams even harder and deeper into me.

  I take my now free hands and lock them behind his neck, holding him close to me. “I was made for you, Derek. I love you so much!” I cry out, the sensation of his teeth on my neck sending shivers through my body.

  I start grinding my clit against him while he pumps into me, and the effect is almost instant. I’m tremoring, covered in sweat, a slick sheen shimmering all over my body.

  “Hold tight,” Derek says, and I comply so that he can carry me over to the couch. It's silly, but after all of the stress of our separations, I’m all warm and gooey inside when he holds me, when he says such mushy things like hold tight, even if he means it literally right now. Still, I'll hold tight to him so he can move me and fuck me like only he knows how. And I'll hold tight to him in my heart and never let him go. He pulls his cock out of me and puts me up on my knees so that my back is to his stomach. His hands close over mine, fingers entwining. His cock strokes into me.

  I can’t believe how deep, how perfect he feels inside me. Pushing back against him, I thrust myself backward and squeeze his cock with all the strength my pussy has. Derek fucks me so thoroughly that I could cum from any one of the ways that he touches me, but when his mouth goes back to my neck, I know right now there’s only one way.

  Just when I’m right on the edge, the very cusp of my orgasm, I collapse from the peak because Derek pulls out!

  “Fuuuuck!” I cry out, and he gives me that mischievous grin.

  “I need you,” I yelp, and before he can slam back into me, I flip myself around and wrap my legs around him, pulling him forward and guiding his perfect cock back into my pussy. I take him so deep it feels like I might burst, but I need every inch of him inside my pussy.

  “I need you, too, baby,” Derek says with a laugh. “I was just going to change positions, I was going to keep fucking you. I never want to stop. I need to be buried inside you.”

  Moaning, I groan in time with the feel of him pumping inside me. I didn’t think he wouldn’t fuck me again, but I just couldn’t wait. I’ve waited long enough. We both have!

  Derek pumps long, delicious strokes into me that make me shiver, and I’m back on the cusp of my orgasm in no time at all.

  “That’s right, cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” Derek holds the back of my neck and cradles me toward him. My body quakes as I'm filled up with huge jets of cum. He loads my pussy up and nibbles on my neck. Thrills sink deep into my bones, the lust and perfection of us finally together again almost too much to bear. Gasping for air, I ride out the shockwaves of my orgasm until my toes can finally uncurl. I mean, for now, because I know how hard Derek makes me cum when he fucks me. How much.

  His mouth at my neck makes me shiver with need. He pulls back and lies me down on the sofa, his body on top of my mine while he holds me, cradles me, and kisses me everywhere. He’s not just a horny man right now, but he’s the love of my life and he’s touching me in a way that’s almost reverent. I sink my fingers into his hair, holding him close to me. His thumb is on my clit and his fingers slide into my pussy and I yelp at the sudden erotic invasion.

  “Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” Derek groans, dipping his face onto my wet pussy and sucking on my clit. His fingers dig into my hips and pull me closer to him. Derek is a man possessed right now and I let my eyes roll back in their orbits as he tastes me. His stroking tongue makes me buck my hips to meet his touch even more and I forget how to breathe for a second.

  “Fuck my mouth, baby,” I tell him when I start to come back down to reality from the sensations of him all over me. “I want to feel the royal scepter deep in my throat and swallow it up.” I giggle, giddy with lust … and love.

  Derek laughs a little, too, and he brings his cock up to my face. First, my tongue rolls over the head of his cock, and then I let him slide completely into my mouth. My tongue strokes at the sides and my mouth grips him with the best suction that I can manage. I suck him hard, because now it's my turn to drain the energy out of him with an orgasm and swallow him up. His cock tastes like the perfect melding of our tastes, and I can’t wait to add his cum to the mix.

  Pumping faster, Derek strokes into my mouth and down my throat, feeling me swallow him. The suction is hard to maintain because Derek’s cock is so enormous, but it's so worth it. I moan on his cock, making the vibrations hum all over his skin. My fingers pull his ass toward me. Derek thrusts harder and harder, groaning as his orgasm builds. I feel his cock get somehow harder in my mouth before he starts to explode. He keeps pumping and I’m drinking up every last drop of his cum. I love that he doesn’t hold back. He’ll never have to with me. I swallow him, sucking him tight until he’s emptied out this load and he pulls his cock out of my mouth. The wet popping sound almost sets off a switch in me, giving me some newfound vigor for riding Derek now. “My turn now,” I say as he stands up. I put my legs up and slide my ankles up to his shoulders, and angle myself so that his cock buries deep inside of me at such a deep angle that I know I’ll practically cum a few thrusts in.

  Derek’s fingers tug at my nipples, making me shiver in rolling tremors while I impale myself on his cock again and again as fast as I can. His hips slam into me and I hold onto the back of the couch for leverage.

  “I love your cock so deep in me, Derek. You fuck me so good I forget my own name – stripper or otherwise!” I laugh a little, but it's true. I’m not Sapphire with him. I’m not Ella. When Derek is fucking me, I’m his. It's the kind of intensity that I didn’t even know could exist and now I crave it more than anything else in the world. Truly belonging to someone is the most magical sensation. “Because you’re my fucking soulmate and I knew it.”

  Derek pulls me down and slides his cock back into me when he’s holding me, my back pressed against his stomach while we’re on our sides. I lift up my leg to make sure that when he slides back into me that the angle is perfectly deep. “Damn right, Ella. You’re mine always. Nothing will ever stand between us again.”

  We had started to make big promises before, and we let other people tell us apart. Let the world fill in all the spaces between us. I wasn’t happy without Derek, and judging by his panty sniffing crusade, he wasn’t happy without me, either.

  “Never again. I really mean it. What we have is special, and we can never let anything threaten that ever again.” I grab one of his hands and squeeze it in mine.

  Derek’s mouth finds my neck, kissing a trail until his lips close over mine. We roll our hips together and kiss passionately and I feel like I’m inside of an orgasm and it just keeps expanding. My body is on fire in the best way possible and I never want the sensation to stop. I feel Derek tugging my nipples again and I moan, a low sound from deep in my throat pouring out of my body at the depth of pleasure that he’s brought out.

  When we both come up for air from the kiss, I bite my lip and roll my hips back to take him even harder.

  “I want to ride you-“

  I can barely get the words out before pulls his cock out of me, fli
ps us over, and sets me on top of him on the floor. The pleasure of having no give against the wall was enormous, but now I have purchase and leverage, but absolutely no give as I slam my pussy down on his cock. Swallowing up every inch of his enormous length, I’m struggling to stay upright with the trembling pre-orgasmic waves already wracking my body.

  Derek’s hands run up and down my breasts, stroke at my neck. I look into his eyes and see such love and adoration. That only turns me on more. I pump faster, fucking him as hard as I can, and close my mouth over his again. Kissing Derek is almost as erotic as fucking him, and kissing him while fucking him makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. We inhale each other, breathing through each other and tasting the raw need that consumes us both.

  Bouncing up and down on him, I feel his cock start to jump inside me, ready to explode. And as much as I love being filled with his cum, I still crave the way he marked me as his with some very healthy shots from the love gun. I break away from our kiss and lift myself up off his cock. I stroke his length with both of my hands because that’s just how big that monster is, and I point it at my tits.

  “Fuck, I love your tits,” Derek groans before his eyes roll back in their orbits while he jets cum all over my tits.

  When he’s finally done firing off, I look at him and bring my tits up to my face. I swirl my tongue around the nipples and lick up the mess we just made.

  Derek picks me up again, like I’m some kind of ragdoll, and bends me over, slamming into me again. My tits jiggle so hard I’d fall over if he wasn’t holding my thighs up while he slammed into me. His mouth is on the back of my neck. The heat of his breath makes me shiver.

  “You don’t run out of cum, do you, Derek?” I moan out the words, whimpering from the sheer speed and strength of his thrusts.

  “Babe, you don’t either. We’re making up for lost time. I certainly won’t sit through two songs worth of dances – 12 inches of torture as you thought of it, when we can ride those right off to paradise.” Derek's hands stroke up the length of my body, gripping my tits, and trailing his fingers down my sides. Finally, he grips my ass and starts to almost completely pull out of me, pressing his cock at every sensitive spot inside my pussy and stroking long and deep now. The tantalizingly slow pace makes me pant in time with his every thrust. “I will fuck you forever and still want more.”