The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(42)
Rhys took her mug from her and set it down on the bedside table before crawling on top of her…growling.
“Stop! Stop! You know I have a busy day today,” laughed Bea as she beat against his naked chest.
“How I could forget? Your first day as CEO of Yensid Perfumes.”
“Yes, and we are launching our new perfume, Primal.”
“Is that the one that smells like roses?” asked Rhys as he reluctantly rolled to his side, allowing her to rise.
“You think they all smell like roses,” laughed Bea as she tossed her gold silk nightgown over her head.
Rhys sat up and growled again.
Bea started to slowly back away, holding her arms out to ward him off. “Now Rhys…I told you I have a busy day!”
“Then you shouldn’t have awakened the beast, love,” teased Rhys with a look down at his fully erect cock pushing against his royal blue pajama pants.
Bea giggled as she turned to run away…knowing he would give chase.
Just like in her dream.
The End
About the Author
Zoe Blake
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Sleep, My Beauty
A Sleeping Beauty Story
Alta Hensley
Sleep, My Beauty Warning:
Sleep, my beauties. But when you dream, be warned. You will discover dark taboos, delicious fantasies, and sexual delights you may never want to wake from.
Alta Hensley
Chapter One
Briar
Once upon a time, there were blue skies, and bright sunrays. But today, and any other day from this point on, the ash fell from the sky, casting a thick layer of darkness and despair. I leaned against the open doorway, reached out with my palm, and allowed the grey particles to fall into my hand.
“I have to. There is no other choice,” I said in a low voice. I looked over my shoulder at the three women I had grown to love who sat by a low burning fire, and swallowed the large lump in the back of my throat. “I don’t want to leave you. But if I don’t leave now, they will come and take me anyway, punishing all who try to stop them.”
The frailest of the women nodded in understanding. Dear Jane could barely stand nowadays, but still had a strong spirit I admired greatly. “They will come for you regardless, true.” The other women, Anna and Ruth, nodded silently in agreement. You could see that it pained them to do so, but these women had always been honest and direct with me since the day they found me and offered shelter in their home.
Word had spread that the Maleficent Army was moving in, and it was a matter of a day, maybe even hours, before they would storm our small village, looting and killing all to get what they wanted.
Women.
They wanted women.
They were on the hunt for all the young, beautiful females under the age of twenty-five, by order of the most powerful man left standing on this charred and destroyed earth—Grimm Maleficent. Decades of war, bombs, violent attacks, and a ruthless way of living had left very little of what once was a modern, high-tech society. The thick layer of grey destruction dripped from the atmosphere, casting what was left of civilization into a deep and dark slumber from the life we once lived. The world had changed drastically. People merely survived. Their souls cast in an eternal sleep.
Nothing but simple existence.
Nothing but emotionless breaths purely to meet the basic needs of life.
Nothing but a walking nightmare underneath the doom of suffocating air.
The weak became weaker. The poor even poorer. Very few people of power existed, but the few who remained were the most evil of them all.
Chills ran up my spine at the mere thought of Grimm Maleficent. The tales of a pure monster were enough to have the man feared by all. He and his army had risen from the ashes and had become even stronger with the embers of the world sizzling around him. I knew his army was marching my way, and when they reached my small village consisting of less than ten structures, they would slowly and mercilessly kill all who stood in their way.
I had no choice. I couldn’t run. Where would I run to? I couldn’t hide. They would find me. I couldn’t fight. They would win. And since I was the only woman under the age of twenty-five who resided in Hollow Valley, I needed to surrender without a fight, for the sake of everyone else. It wouldn’t be fair to the women, who watched me with tears in their eyes, to attempt to harbor what Maleficent would eventually obtain anyway. They would die trying—I knew this—but I couldn’t allow that to happen. I would sacrifice. I had no choice.