Wickedly Twisted: Fairy Tales for Adults

by Davis, Lia;

  Once he’d sunk balls deep, all that mattered was making her feel good, and this connection. As the pressure built, and his body tingled, his balls tightened, indicating his impending release, he slid his hand between them and pleasured her clit until he felt her inner muscles clench around him. Her hips bucked, and he pumped harder and harder a few last times until he shot his seed deep within her.

  Moments passed, and he pulled out, some of his seed coming with him. He kissed her, softly on the lips, and whispered how much she meant to him.

  “That’s nice,” she said, shutting her eyes, and turning her head to the side. “Thank you.”

  Muscles quivering, she placed her feet back on the floor. Lord she ached already, and possessed no idea what tomorrow would bring. If she felt this sensitive to the touch after being with only one of them, what was it going to feel like after both of them? How about if she ever took both at the same time? She had no idea how that really worked.

  She’d relied upon them for their experience, and instinct, and hadn’t thought through the implications. Cliff had been kind and gentle, and she couldn’t have asked for more in a first lover. With a glance over her shoulder, she took in the not-as-kind, not-as-gentle larger brother. While twins, they didn’t look anything alike and neither was plagued with some sort of hang-up by being the second son, or maybe not as important in the birth lineup.

  While Cliff looked more soft and sensitive, Jacob got things done. They appeared to be complete opposites. No wonder she wanted them both. They both appealed to her in a different manner. Jacob would be sexy as all hell in the sack, and Cliff would be more of a conscientious lover.

  “Ready for round two?” Jacob caressed her ass, sliding his fingers into her from behind. “Now that my brother got you all wet and broke you in, you’ll be ready for me.”

  She couldn’t help it. She wanted him as much as she’d wanted Cliff. It wasn’t a matter of being shy or afraid to hurt their feelings, she couldn’t decide between the two brothers. Too bad she only had this one moment. It wasn’t enough.

  Jacob placed a firm grip on her hip and ground his cock against her. She leaned against him, and he nipped her shoulder. The bite sharp enough it would leave a mark to remember him by.

  “Ever see two wolves do it? Or coyotes. Or dogs?” he whispered in her ear. “That’s how I want to take you. Down on all fours, pounding into you from behind.”

  Until this moment, she never knew how sexy the image could be. While face to face with Cliff, she’d experience a whole different dynamic.

  “OK,” she said, turning her head to find his mouth. His kiss was filled with hunger. She tasted him, deep and mysterious. So alike and yet so different from his brother. While Cliff asked, Jacob took.

  With a gentle pressure, he got her onto the ground, on her hands and knees as he demanded. Cliff stood before them and when she glanced up, she noticed she was at the perfect height to see his cock. From behind, Jacob fingered her already sore pussy. Still, she wanted him. Wanted him to claim her. Today was supposed to be about seeking pleasure, but when she returned home, she knew she’d leave part of herself, and her heart, behind with these two men. No fooling.

  Jacob rested on his knees and lifted up, his pelvis settling over her ass, and he fed his cock into her. She moaned, falling forward. He reached under her and propped her up.

  “Doing all right?” he asked, not really stopping for a moment for Daphne to catch her breath.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She didn’t need a break. She needed him to wipe away all other thoughts. All other cares. Immediately.

  “Good, because I wasn’t stopping anyway.”

  He slammed into her, and if he hadn’t had ahold of her hips, he would have knocked her down. Instead, his cock sunk deep inside of her, stretching her out further. He wasn’t just taller than his brother. Other parts proved to be bigger still.

  “Such a good girl. I knew you’d take it all.”

  Mouth open, she took it indeed. Every thrust. A relentless pounding. Jacob held onto her hips with a firm grip. She imagined his thigh muscles straining as he thrust into her over and over again.

  Daphne lifted her weighted eyelids and focused on Cliff before her. Her vision blurred and she blinked a few times. He stood there nude, stroking himself. He watched what they were doing, and with one hand, lazily pumping his own meat. Then she got an idea.

  “Come here,” she said. “Closer.”

  The moment he was within reaching distance, she stuck out her tongue and licked his cock.

  To her satisfaction, his member leapt right into position. “You might not want to …” he said.

  “If I didn’t want to, then I wouldn’t do it.” Neither of them truly understood. She had this one day. The last day of her shifting cycle in order to experience all possible. After that, she’d lose her freedom. Did she worry about getting pregnant? Not really. Her imminent union with another was so soon, it didn’t matter. All her father cared about was an heir as fast as possible.

  Well, and heir with a suitable mate. And by suitable, it all came down to the monetary worth. Which she imagined didn’t include these two hunkalicious brothers.

  Shifting her weight onto her left side, she lifted her right hand and dragged her nails down Cliff’s outer thigh.

  “Ouch,” he exclaimed. “What’s with that?”

  “I said, ‘come here.’” She emphasized her meaning, and he slid into her mouth.

  Too good. Too much. She loved the feeling of being taken by both simultaneously. She was full, pushed to her limits, or so she thought. Each brother took her, used her, and gave her pleasure. Her body sang with sensation. The pleasure stretched out, languid, not hurried. One of them played with her breasts. Another plucked at her pleasure point between her legs.

  Jacob’s thrusts grew more frenzied. He grunted with every thrust, and his cock swelled inside her. She sucked at Cliff’s member in her mouth. She’d return home satiated. Both lips plump and swollen from their love making.

  All her senses overloaded and she screamed around the cock in her mouth. In pure daytime, she didn’t see stars but when she shut her eyes, it was like the universe exploded. Her pussy throbbed, and Jacob let out a howl.

  “Yes, my love. Yes. Take that.” His cock pumped inside of her, and she briefly wondered if she were to get pregnant, which one of them her baby would look like.

  She’d just found them, and she wanted to experience so much more with them. Damn. Too bad she couldn’t keep them both.

  Once finished, the three of them fell into a heap on the soft grasses. Jacob held Daphne within his arms, taking in her soft skin and the gentle, nature-like scent. If this moment lasted forever, it would be perfect.

  But perfection never lasted, as he and his brother knew all too well. After dozing for a few moments, exhausted. Daphne stirred in his arms. She opened her eyes, as deep as the deepest forest, she took in her surroundings.

  “I’m sorry, this have come to an end,” she said.

  “An end? What do you mean? We’re only at the beginning.”

  “Beginnings for some are endings for others.” Tears wet the sides of her eyes, and he brushed them away, hoping he’d also be able to erase the sadness.

  “We only just found you,” Cliff interjected. “We can’t let you go now.”

  She wrapped her arms around her body. “If only that was true. You see, I’m a princess, and my father will only accept a mate who is worthy.”

  At her words, a sharp pang struck his heart. Worthy. His birth father hadn’t wanted them. Now, she didn’t. Before he reacted, she shifted into a field mouse and slipped out of his reach.

  “Wait, the song,” Cliff called out. “We followed the song.”

  She stopped at the edge of the tree line, retaking human form. “You won my heart, but you can’t keep me.”

  Chapter Four

  With their intended gone, there was nothing for the two bothers to do, except return to the cottage. The day turned as
dreary as their mood, and heavy rain impeded the journey. By the time Cliff and Jacob made it back, water soaked through their clothing, and mud sloshed in their shoes.

  “Aye, come in,” Pa exclaimed. He shoved thick drying blankets at them. “You two look worse than a wet sheep. What ails you now? Didn’t you find her.”

  “Oh we found her all right,” Jacob said. “She’s everything we could ever want, or fantasize about.”

  Half paying attention, Cliff removed his outer garments, and hung them over the tub. He rubbed the towel over his thighs, taking note of the new aches from a different type of strenuous activity. The taste of Daphne flooded his mouth, and weakened by the flash of memories, he leaned against the table.

  “Don’t go fainting on us.” Jacob clutched at Cliff’s elbow, and helped seat him. “We had her and we lost her.” With a thump, he settled into another chair to explain the circumstances of Princess Daphne.”

  “Hmmmm.” Their father stroked his beard with his thumb and index finger. “Seems to me that it’s not so much the Prince title that matters but the money behind it, and if there’s one thing you have in your favor, it’s riches. Follow me.”

  “The golden eggs,” Cliff whispered.

  Clothed in only towels, they followed Pa out to the shed. From his pocket, he removed a set of keys and opened the two oversized padlocks. The door opened with a creaking that resonated all the way to Cliff’s bones. With the flick of a match, Pa lit a kerosene lamp and raised it for both of them to see inside.

  Shimmering gold and jewels and chalices and brilliant jackets and trousers in a variety of colors brimmed an elaborate cart.

  “What did you do?” Jacob asked. His mouth dropped open in awe, and Cliff related to exactly how he felt.

  Even in the dim light, their father’s blush was visible. “Over the years I might have done a little shopping,” he said. “All for your future, mind you, and it sounds like now’s the time. Now get in there, and get dressed!”

  They didn’t need a fairy godmother to perform magic, or clothe them. Instead, they’d been blessed with the best type of protector years before. One that kept them safe physically, but also nurtured their spirits and their souls, and thought about the future.

  Cliff reached for a jacket the hue of a spring’s sky rain after a wind storm. It matched the color of his eyes. He donned a crisp white shirt, and a pair of black pants. His brother chose similar undergarments and topped it off with a jacket that resembled the richest, darkest red wine.

  “There’s shoes there, too,” Pa said. “Once you’re dressed, I’ll bring the carriage around, and we’ll be off.”

  “Carriage?” Cliff gazed at the man he didn’t really know. “When did we get a carriage?”

  “Neither of you ever truly look behind the house,” he laughed. “It’s always what’s in front of you that holds your interest.”

  Soon, without bothering to pack a meal, they set off on a loaded vehicle, with their father at the helm. He bade them to rest while they could.

  “In order to gain the future you want, you’re going to have to fight for it.”

  * * * *

  For a half day, they traveled, through the night, until the forest gave way to paved roads, and sporadic houses lined the pathway. Cliff leaned out the window, taking in all the sights. A sense of queasiness hit his stomach. Could they really do this? Win the king’s approval to marry Daphne? What if they’d read the situation all wrong? His father was set, though, all that mattered was what they carried, and how she felt about them. Ahead loomed a gigantic stone castle, overshadowing the rest of the land. Royal flags in blue and yellow waved from the spires.

  Guards stood to attention, swords ready, and blocked their way. One stepped forward. “What business have you?”

  Cliff and Jacob got out of the carriage to watch the exchange. From his pocket, Pa removed a golden egg and held it for all to see.

  “The queen!” one man exclaimed, and they others fell silent in a “hush.”

  “Let them through!” The main guard waived ahead. “And alert the king!”

  Neither bothered to get back into the vehicle, but instead chose to walk aside. Before they reached the castle’s steps, a man who demanded attention dashed down. Behind him, followed Daphne.

  At the sight of them, she clutched her hand over her chest, and her sweet mouth opened in a “how?”

  “Where is it? How did you come of this golden egg?” the king demanded. “Did you kill the queen?’

  “No Sir.” With a dignity Cliff had never seen in his father, the Huntsman strove forward and bowed. “Your highness. My wards—I believe—took mercy upon your wife, and she blessed them with this gift.”

  He laid the egg in the king’s palm, and the ruler cradled it. He turned to his daughter. “She was a wonderful, magical woman,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this gift.”

  “There’s more,” Pa said. “Every morning, they wake with one of those beneath their pillow.” He opened the covering on the back of the carriage, and at that moment, the clouds cleared and sunlight struck, showing off all the riches.

  Now it was the king’s turn to grow silent, as he looked from the men before him to the abundance of wealth. “What brings you here?” he finally asked, looking at the two younger men before him. “What can I offer you?”

  “Your Highness. We would be honored to have your daughter’s hand in marriage. We realize she is your most precious possession, but we will honor her, and what is ours will be yours.”

  From behind him, Princess Daphne exclaimed. “Oh, yes!”

  The king’s face turned a shade of crimson, not unlike Jacob’s overcoat. “Is this agreeable to you daughter?”

  She stepped forward. “Remember, how you said you were afraid I’d changed, and something or someone was luring me out to the forest?”

  “Yes …” He tilted her head, taking in the meaning of her question.

  “They were the reason,” she admitted. “Something told me I was meant to meet them, and maybe it was mother who brought me to them.”

  “If you don’t mind, Sir,” Cliff said. “The white pheasant blessed us with all of her riches, and I’d say your daughter is the greatest treasure of all, and I love her.”

  “Indeed,” Jacob echoed. “I love her, too.”

  The king sighed, long and deep, and flicked his gaze between the three. “I agree. You have my approval.”

  With a squeal, Daphne launched herself down the remaining steps, into Cliff’s arms. He spun her, deep in a kiss. One touch of their lips, and their future was sealed.

  * * * *

  An orchestra played, set up in one corner of the ballroom. The king sat in an oversized chair on a balcony, overlooking the festivities originally planned to choose a suitable mate. Instead, the princess had found two, and the occasion transformed into a wedding reception. The music swelled into an introduction, and Cliff turned toward the spiral staircase in anticipation. At the top of the stairs stood Daphne in a gorgeous gown of ruby red. Her long hair had been curled and placed atop her head, and it picked up fire highlights reflected from the dress.

  “I’ve never seen her look more beautiful,” Jacob said from beside him.

  Cliff’s Adam’s apple lodged at the base of his throat, and it felt like he couldn’t swallow. His brother may be able to vocalize what he was feeling, but an overwhelming sense of belonging – here and to this woman, at this time – struck him. The moment she saw them, her two suitors, ne mates, her face flushed pink and she smiled.

  It was in that moment, his heart lifted. No matter what took place in the future, they’d all be together. He’d lived his entire life with his brother by his side, and he couldn’t imagine it any other way, and now they’d found a very special woman to spend their lives with.

  At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped to curtsey toward her father, and proceeded to move through the welcoming crowd, until she reached them.

  “Funny seeing you here?” she said,
a shy smile on her face.

  “Do you think we’d miss this moment for anything?” Cliff asked. “When we finally get to declare to the entire kingdom that you’re now ours?”

  “You are too sweet.”

  For a moment, she glanced around the dance floor, as if questioning what to do next. Cliff knew putting herself out there, for all who attended to watch, wasn’t easy. She was more comfortable in her animal skin, running through the forest, than in all her finery at a ball.

  “May I have the first dance?” Cliff bowed to his lady, and extended his hand.

  “I thought you’d never ask. Jacob, get ready those dancing shoes, because you’ll be next.”

  “It’ll be a new adventure.”

  And that it was. If someone were to tell Cliff that he’d be dancing with a princess at a ball, he’d never believe. The kingdom may not be too far distance-wise from the modest cottage in the woods, but getting from there to here seemed unsurmountable.

  “Are you dancing with me, or somewhere else?” his mate asked.

  “Sorry, just thinking about how much has transpired in such a short amount of time.”

  He held her lower back with one palm, and glided her. Shimmers of gold and red swayed as they twirled to the music. After a few turns around the dance floor, other couples joined.

  Daphne trailed her nails over his upper arm. “You are not the only one surprised by the changes life has taken. Never did I imagine finding not one but two mates whom I love, and who love me.”

  A tear glistened in the corner of her eye, and he brushed it away with his thumb and followed with a kiss on the cheek.

  “No tears. It’s only time for happiness.”

  A graceful couple passed, and Cliff noticed the merging of pink and purple dresses. Two women dancing together. Daphne glanced to see where he was looking.