NSFW/Erotica/Fairy Tale Retelling/A Sleeping Beauty Twist

Warning: NSFW! This is sort of a twist on Sleeping Beauty--a different reason for Maleficent to have been wroth with Aurora's parents, and what the outcome may have been after Aurora and Phillip assumed the throne. It is erotica. I turned it in for a contest in Second Life...otherwise, I don't think I'd have been messing around with my childhood memories of fairy tales in such a way. ^_^ And it does contain D/s.

“Ah, I see you’ve finally heeded my warning, dear Queen.” The woman in black robes laughs, not quite unkindly, as she looks upon the fair-haired beauty and the handsome King beside her.

Aurora nods as Phillip merely presses his lips together tightly. “We have.”

The raven-haired lady smirks. “You know this all could have been avoided….”

Aurora nods again. “Yes, if the agreement had not been broken. But now we seek your help, if you are willing to provide it.”

Maleficent arches one brow as she glances over the King and Queen appraisingly. “Well, I have wanted to…play…with Phillip,” she muses. Her lips twist a bit, and then she turns. “Come, follow me.”

The pair fall in behind her, and several half-naked men follow them from Maleficent’s receiving room down a corridor. The silence and averted eyes of the men make Aurora a bit uneasy, and she can feel Phillip wrestling with both curiosity and disgust. During the days, he makes for an able and equal consort, Aurora’s helpmeet and confidante. But at night…at night, they have been increasingly unable to meet, for Aurora has not been equipped to take up the mantle Phillip so desperately craves her to wear.

As they walk, Aurora reflects on Maleficent’s warnings. After the sorceress failed to take back what she saw as rightfully hers via curses, kidnapping and trickery, she sought to deal with Aurora and Phillip directly. Both were hesitant to accept her words, but after her parents’ deaths Aurora discovered letters from Maleficent to her mother—friendly letters. The entire kingdom frowned upon the harem of men who fawned upon the dark lady, for few could fathom it. Aurora had thought her parents numbered among those frowners…but it turned out that her father had once been one of them. And Phillip’s father had sought to be under Maleficent’s heel, but had been forestalled by his wife—a formidable lady in her own right.

He had promised Maleficent his son, sure that any man would feel lucky to belong to such a powerful lady. Phillip had no knowledge of this, for when his mother discovered the agreement, she sent a missive to the next kingdom—that of Stephen and Adelphia—to inquire about betrothing her first-born son to their first-born daughter. And so it had been set. When Maleficent found out, she flew into a fury. She wanted that boy, for he had been promised her, and no man would break his promise to her. But she could not convince Aurora’s and Phillip’s parents to break their agreement with one another, so she cursed Aurora, then a baby, and set a trap to take Phillip.

Phillip, headstrong and determined, had sought to throw off the confines of his parents and had inadvertently met and fallen in love with Aurora anyway. They seemed well-matched, each the balance for the other—but Phillip found himself desiring to submit himself, to give himself over completely to Aurora at day’s end. And Aurora, groomed to be an equal in all ways to her mate, needed to learn.

A cool finger slips under her chin and lifts it. Aurora blinks and looks up into Maleficent’s hard, cool gaze. “Women do not look down here. You must learn that.”

Aurora swallows and nods. Maleficent gestures, and Aurora moves past her into the room, then turns around to see the Phillip stopped by Maleficent’s up-raised hand. “No. Do not enter until you are bidden. Do you understand?”

Phillip glares up at her, and Maleficent slaps his cheek—hard enough to sound. “Look down,” she orders, “and tell me you understand.”

Phillip’s eyes go as wide as Aurora’s, who has started toward him, but then he looks down, flushing, and mumbles, “Yes.”

“Yes…what?” the cold voice asks.

“Yes…madam.”

“Better,” she almost purrs before turning back to Aurora and letting the door close behind her. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. This –is- what he craves. And I believe you have it in you.” She reaches the blonde and points her toward a tall wardrobe in the corner of the room. “There. Look inside. I am positive you will fit some of those things, and I find a costume helps bring both Domme and sub into correct roles quicker in the beginning. After that…” she shrugs. “It will be more natural.”

Aurora lifts a brow, then steps forward and opens the doors. She pulls out a few garments, holds them against herself. “Leather…?” At Maleficent’s nod and gesture, two male attendants spring forward from the walls, eyes still downcast, to begin disrobing the Queen. Aurora looks at Maleficent questioningly, but Maleficent merely smirks, clearly enjoying the discomfort she’s inflicting. Aurora straightens, sets her shoulders, and resolves not to give the sorceress any more satisfaction than she’ll be getting already.

The men work quickly: Aurora soon finds herself attired in a black leather corset, her breasts lifted to almost brimming over the top; a long black skirt with slits to the hip on either side; tall boots, just over her knees; long black gloves. Maleficent circles her, then nods once, reaches inside her robe, and hands Aurora a short black whip, feathered on one end.

“This one is soft, gentle. You’ll make mistakes at first. We wouldn’t want to –actually- harm the poor dear,” she says as Aurora fingers the instrument. She claps her hands twice, and the door is opened to reveal Phillip, naked and held between two more men. When he does not step forward, the two give him a shove, so that he lands on his knees nearly at the women’s feet.

He looks up, and Maleficent lands another blow across his cheek. His head drops quickly.

Aurora sucks in a breath.

The three stay like that for a moment; Maleficent breaks the tableau by moving to a tall cushioned chair to one side of the room. “He is yours. Make him earn it.”

A frown creases the fair Queen’s face as she looks down at her husband. Tentatively, she reaches out the feathered end of the whip to caress his cheek. At the first touch, he flinches, but then leans into it. Aurora purses her lips and looks up at Maleficent for guidance, but the lady only smiles and clasps her hands.

Aurora pulls the feathers back, then moves around to let them trail over Phillip’s spine. He twitches. As she comes full circle, one of her boots comes down on his hand. Phillip yelps, and she jumps back, startled. She starts to kneel, to pick up his hand to kiss, to apologize…

…and Maleficent is beside her, yanking her to her feet. “Up. Your position is here, his is there. You may express care and concern, but from these roles.”

The Queen squares her jaw, looks down at Phillip again. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

He starts to speak, but Maleficent drowns him out. “Slap him. You did not grant permission for him 

to speak.”

A look of misgiving crosses Aurora’s face, but she pulls her hand back, slaps Phillip. The touch is gentle compared to Maleficent’s ringing blows, but the effect on both Queen and King is immediate. Aurora straightens more, Phillip flushes but also relaxes into his kneeling posture.

Aurora circles him again, this time delivering small whips between soft caresses of the feather. Phillip makes small sounds but does not speak. After a time, Maleficent stands and glides over to the Queen.

“Come…let us give him release.” Aurora looks at her with slight surprise, having almost forgotten her presence. “Bid him rise.”

“Get up, Phillip,” Aurora commands, and she is surprised to find her voice has hardened…and more surprised to see her husband meekly obeying. “Follow.”

She turns, follows Maleficent to a low table with straps. She looks up at the lady, then moves to one side. “Phillip. Get on the table.” He does so, and she and Maleficent strap him down—ankles and wrists bound. Both women look over his body, his phallus erect, his muscles tensed, his eyes closed.

“May I?” Maleficent asks, one hand reaching out toward Phillip, a look of desire washing over her face.

“No.” Aurora’s single word almost physically pushes the sorceress’s hand back. Maleficent looks at her and chuckles, then half-sighs.

“Ah, well, I shall watch, then.”

Aurora dismisses her from thought for a moment, her focus on the naked man before her. She drags her gloved fingers lazily over his torso, watching the way his skin twitches and his cock jumps. 

“Phillip… open your eyes and tell me, what would you do if I kissed this man here?” She pulls on the arm of a man stationed against the near wall. Phillip gazes at his wife, her face so close to that of the half-naked man beside her. His breathing changes as her lips edge closer…

“I…I would…enjoy seeing it,” he rasps out. His erection swells a bit, giving the truth of that statement.

She smiles a bit, then lets the man go and turns toward Maleficent. She raises one eyebrow, and the sorceress nods assent. Aurora crosses to her.

“And if I were to kiss the lady sorceress?”

Phillip’s reply is a strangled sound as he watches Aurora lean down, her breasts bulging against the leather corset. She slips her fingers under Maleficent’s chin, pulls her face forward…. Aurora’s lips open as they make contact with Maleficent’s. The kiss is soft at first, then turns harder, a small power struggle ensuing between the women. Maleficent wrests the Queen into her lap, grasps Aurora’s hands and pulls back from the kiss.

“Do you trust me, lady Queen?” she asks. Aurora breathes hard for a moment, then listens to Phillip’s moans, the sounds he makes as he struggles against the restraints. “Look at your husband.”

The sweet agony on Phillip’s face causes Aurora to turn back to the sorceress. “Yes.”

Maleficent smiles, then drops the blonde’s hands and deftly unhooks the front of her corset. Phillip’s breathing grows more ragged as the confining garment falls away. Aurora’s breasts bounce and sway, and then Maleficent grasps one, lifts it to her lips, takes the nipple in. Aurora’s back arches, and her hips grind a bit in the sorceress’s lap. Abruptly, Maleficent lets go, and both women look at Phillip.

“Command him not to orgasm, Aurora. He must learn to wait for your word.”

Aurora nods, draws in a breath, issues the command. Phillip goes rigid, obviously fighting for control. He looks at Aurora plaintively, and she moves back from Maleficent’s lap, then strides over to the King.

“Pleasure me,” she commands. “If you do well, I may let you release.” Phillip’s only response is a soft moan as the Queen kneels on the table, hips positioned above his head, skirts raised. “Open your mouth…” and then she lowers herself, hips bucking slightly when her nether lips meet his lips and tongue.

She looks up at Maleficent, smiling to see the dark sorceress still watching. She arches her back. “Yes…yes, faster…”

Aurora smiles as she sees Maleficent shift, her eyes drifting to the man closest to her; as she glances back Aurora’s way, Aurora grasps her bouncing tits and squeezes, then drops her hands to Phillip’s hair.

Her fingers dig in, tangling, pushing, urging, as her hips rock and press down. Phillip’s tongue darts and drags over her lips and clit and walls, his lips sucking at her wetness. As Aurora nears her first climax, her fingers and thighs tighten against his head and her body goes taut over his face. Her hips rock faster, harder, and then she cries out, back arching and body shuddering.

When she looks up, she sees Maleficent with a man in her lap, making him watch the royal pair as she strokes him. Aurora moves back from Phillip’s face, reaches a hand back to feel for his cock. Finding it still hard, she smiles. “Good boy,” she murmurs down at him. She drags her gloves off and drops them beside the table, then pulls the fingers of her other hand around his lips, gathering up her musky juices and inserting her fingers between his lips.

“And now…do you think you’ve earned it, my King?” she asks, face close to his, nipples just dragging over his chest as she slowly moves her hips back over his.

He nods, unable to speak for her fingers still in his mouth. She pulls them out.

“Tell me. Make me believe you want it…you want –me-.”

He whimpers and strains upward, but she sits up, pushes down on his chest. “No. Tell me.”

He wiggles a bit under her, and she arches her brows. “Do I need the whip?” She holds out a hand imperiously and finds the whip deposited there quickly. She doesn’t look up, but flicks a blow across Phillip’s chest. “Answer me.”

“I…I…want…you.” Phillip gazes up at her, half-defiantly and half-desperately.

Aurora tsks and flicks the whip down again. “You want me…to…-what-?”

Phillip winces with the blow, his hips pressing upward still. “Oh…gods…I want you…to…to…”

Aurora waits out his whimper and then lashes at him again. “Say it. Beg me for it.”

Phillip’s eyes close, and he bursts out with, “Aurora, my Queen, please fuck me!” As his shout dies away, she trails the feathers down, brushing the head of his cock with them. He jerks under her.

Then she claims him, lifting his shaft and sliding her walls down around him, holding him prisoner inside her, squeezing tightly. He gasps, and she feels the throb inside her. “Not yet.”

She holds her position until he whimpers, then slides up and back down, keeping tight around him. Each entry of his cock elicits a gasp from her and a whimper from him. Suddenly she presses herself up, raises her hips, slams them down, and begins to pump in earnest. She raises her arms above her head and her breasts bounce and sway.

As she feels herself nearing the next crest, she cries out, “Now! Now, Phillip!”

He cries out in response, and she feels his hips jerk under her, pressing upward hard. He throbs inside her once, twice, three times, then holds the arch as she rides over him. When she collapses forward, slicked with sweat, he lets his hips fall, too.

The sounds of bindings loosening creaks just under their ragged breathing, and then Aurora feels his arms coming around her. She turns her face to kiss him, moves to one side, lets him turn to hold her as she cuddles him.

After a moment, they hear the sound of clapping and look up, remembering Maleficent’s presence.

“Yes,” she says. “I think you two will learn very quickly.”