Myth and Magic

by Radclyffe

  The woman yanked her up by her hair and the pain caused a rush of pleasure, making her dizzy, bringing with it a haze of need so intense all she could see was the woman in front of her. She sat on the wall and Red lowered herself onto the woman’s butch-cock. It filled her and she sighed happily. The woman wrapped her arms tightly around her. “Ride me, Red. Ride me the way you want to.”

  Red did as she was told, rising and falling, the woman’s strong embrace giving her leverage and keeping her secure as she followed orders.

  A shaft of moonlight cut through the trees and fell on the woman’s face. Red was riding hard, rising and falling, and the woman’s intense gaze was locked on her face. At that moment, in the moonlight, Red saw what she hadn’t before. The unearthly eyes, the sharp incisors, the feral look of a predator. The woman she was riding wasn’t just a woman. She was something else, something more. And whatever that was called out to Red, not as something to be feared, but as something to be cherished and explored. Something to say yes to.

  She felt her orgasm building, the fear and danger of the situation an aphrodisiac.

  “Come, baby. Let go. Give yourself to me.”

  She couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. The pleasure was too intense, the woman’s embrace so strong and sure, the desire to please too much a part of her. She rocked on the cock and cried out, arching in the stranger’s arms, the feeling of her nipple caught between those sharp teeth sending her even higher.

  She collapsed against the woman, who held her close, almost protectively.

  “So beautiful, Red. So fucking perfect. My little Red,” she murmured against Red’s hair, brushing her lips over her head.

  “I don’t even know your name,” Red mumbled against the woman’s shoulder, exhausted and satiated.

  “Chris. Chris Lupine.”

  Red raised her head. “Lupine? That’s unusual. Doesn’t that mean…”

  “Wolf.”

  Red shivered at the look of hunger in Chris’s eyes, an expression that did look very wolfish.

  “Well, my wolf, how else can I please you?”

  Chris’s eyes darkened and her smile revealed those strangely sharp teeth.

  “Believe me, I’m going to show you. Repeatedly.” She lifted Red from her lap and they both moaned as the dildo slid from Red’s tight, wet pussy. Chris set her on her feet and tucked the dildo away. “But not tonight.” She leaned down and kissed her softly, with such tenderness it brought tears to Red’s eyes. “You’re mine now, Red. Forever. And I’ll come for you, always. I want to devour you, eat you up and make you mine in every way.”

  Red braced herself against Chris’s body, reveling in her dark, hot kisses.

  “But not tonight.” She backed away, her grin wicked, and disappeared into the forest as silently as she’d come out of it, a wet dream come to life, only to fade with the dawn.

  Fletcher and Bass are happily civilized living in Britain. This is their first joint story and they hope it won’t be their last.

  This story is based on “Sleeping Beauty” and “Snow White.”

  Bad Girls

  Jane Fletcher and Joey Bass

  Never had the castle ballroom witnessed such a joyous event. The music was divine. The food was sumptuous. Never had such a good-looking group of guests been assembled. But none could match the beauty of the two brides, nor the handsome gallantry of their princes.

  The two newlywed couples led the dancing, as onlookers could not agree who was the more beautiful: Snow White or the newly awoken Princess Aurora. Although a hundred years’ beauty sleep surely had given Aurora an unfair advantage. The two princes were tall, firm jawed, and athletic.

  The sounds of music and laughter reverberated through the stone walls of the castle, permeating down to the small cold cell in the dungeon.

  “Stuck up little Goodie Two-shoes. She’s so sugar sweet if you ate her you’d get tooth decay. Prince bloody Charming won’t look so handsome when his teeth drop out.” The ex-queen paused in her rant, speculating whether the prince ever would eat her stepdaughter. “Never mind, they’re not that creative. I bet they’ll only do it doggie-style.”

  “Assuming the prince can ever stop looking at his own reflection long enough.”

  The ex-queen spun around. “Who’s there?” She had not heard the cell of her door open.

  The dungeon was dark, but slowly a light blossomed in the corner of her cell, resolving into the shape of a woman.

  “Who are you?” the ex-queen asked.

  “Someone just as pissed off as you.” The figure was now clearly visible. A woman, no longer young but handsome with fine strong features and steely gray eyes. The softest part of her face would have been her lips were they not currently pursed tightly together. “I’m the other aggrieved party. Malcara. And that little brat Princess Aurora was supposed to die, not sleep. Those damn do-gooding fairies just spoil all of my fun.”

  “Like those dwarfs. I’d like to shove those pickaxes right up their Hi-Ho!”

  “Oh, tell me about it. I’ve had the same thought about those twinkly magic wands. Smarmy little bimbos in their pink tutus. Is that any way for a fully grown fairy to dress?”

  “But what are you doing here?” the ex-queen asked, having finished their initial introductions and bonding over their mutual distaste for princesses.

  “I wanted to gate-crash the party again, but the ass-kissing bitches and royal farts have put up wards around the ballroom. I hit one at full bippity-boppity and BOOM. I got bounced out to here.” Malcara looked around and grimaced. “The dungeons?”

  “Yes. They dumped me in here so they can go on their honeymoon, but they’re talking about a trial.”

  “This is no place to put a good-looking woman like you, but I think I can do something about the décor.” Malcara snapped her fingers.

  The stone walls of the cell shimmered and then took on the aspect of wood paneling. The temperature rose. A thick colorful carpet materialized on the floor, then a table and two-comfy looking chairs. Malcara tilted her head to the side, observing her work, then as an afterthought wiggled her fingers. Candles appeared, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

  “My, that is handy,” the ex-queen said, smiling.

  Malcara motioned for her to take a seat. “Be my guest.”

  Once they were seated, they lifted their full glasses and the ex-queen made a toast. “May both princesses gain two hundred pounds overnight.”

  “May their tits sag down to their knees.”

  “And may all their children marry minstrels.”

  Malcara laughed. “I knew from the moment I saw you that I liked you.”

  As the bottle emptied, the bonding continued. The conversation ranged from their hatred of presumptuous spoiled royalty, to the crass stereotyping of stepmothers, to the inane stupidity of believing in happily-ever-after, and a few good recipes for poison apples.

  “You know, you’ve had a really raw deal of it,” Malcara said as she emptied the last of the wine into their glasses. “No one ever tries to see it from your side. They never even give you a name, do they? You’re just the ‘evil queen.’ Talk about stereotyping.” She frowned. “What is your name?”

  “Brangomar.”

  “Tough luck there. I tried to change my name to something more magnificent and malevolent, but some little rat had gone and copyrighted it. May I call you Bran? You can call me Mal.”

  “Why do people like us never get the pretty little names?”

  “Would you want one?”

  Bran’s eyes narrowed as she thought of the possibilities. “Not really. But someone as attractive as you should really have something better than Malcara.”

  The fairy blushed faintly. “Do you really think I’m attractive?”

  “Oh, yes.” Bran had been thinking this more and more strongly as the conversation progressed, and she was sure it wasn’t purely due to the wine.

  Mal flicked the empty bottle, magically refilling it, and poured
them each a fresh glass. Her deliberate actions and her pensive expression suggested she was buying herself a few seconds. She raised her eyes to meet Bran’s.

  “Being bounced out of the spell like that must have knocked me out,” Mal said. “Your voice woke me, but it was so sexy and your scent so alluring that I thought I was dreaming.” Cautiously Mal reached across the table to take Bran’s hand. “And upon seeing your face, I’m still not sure that I am awake.”

  The breath caught in Bran’s throat. “I…I think I feel the same.”

  The table between them vanished. Magic can be so useful. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their lips met in a passionate kiss.

  Sometime later they broke apart, both breathing heavily.

  “I want you,” Mal said.

  “I want you too, but not here.”

  “Done!” Mal snapped her fingers.

  The dungeon cell with its snazzy new décor vanished. Bran found herself in the most opulent bedchamber she had ever seen, and as an ex-queen she had seen some astonishingly baroque bedchambers. “Where are we, Mal?”

  “A little place I like to call home.”

  Again Mal’s arms wrapped around her and they kissed, but this time Bran felt Mal’s fingers untying the back of her bodice.

  Mal leaned back and stared deep into Bran’s eyes. “I want to be wicked with you.”

  About the Editors

  Radclyffe has written over forty-five romance and romantic intrigue novels, dozens of short stories, and, writing as L.L. Raand, has authored a paranormal romance series, The Midnight Hunters. She is an eight-time Lambda Literary Award finalist in romance, mystery, and erotica—winning in both romance (Distant Shores, Silent Thunder) and erotica (Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments edited with Stacia Seaman and In Deep Waters 2: Cruising the Strip written with Karin Kallmaker). A member of the Saints and Sinners Literary Hall of Fame, she is also an RWA/FF&P Prism Award winner for Secrets in the Stone, an RWA FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW winner for Firestorm, an RWA Bean Pot winner for Crossroads, and an RWA Laurel Wreath winner for Blood Hunt. In 2014 she was awarded the Dr. James Duggins Outstanding Mid-Career Novelist Award by the Lambda Literary Foundation. She is also the president of Bold Strokes Books, one of the world’s largest independent LGBTQ publishing companies.Find her at facebook.com/Radclyffe.BSB, follow her on Twitter @RadclyffeBSB, and visit her website at Radfic.com.

  Stacia Seaman has edited numerous award-winning titles, and with co-editor Radclyffe won a Lambda Literary Award for Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments; an Independent Publishers Awards silver medal and a Golden Crown Literary Award for Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions; an Independent Publishers Awards gold medal and a Golden Crown Literary award for Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games; the 2010 RWA Rainbow Award of Excellence in the Short/Novella category for Romantic Interludes 2: Secrets, and a Golden Crown Literary Award for Women of the Dark Streets: Lesbian Paranormal.

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