Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus

by Roxxy Meyer, Leigh Foxlee

  I swallowed and steeled my courage, jutting my chin and breasts higher. “I can take anything you can give.”

  He chuckled at my bold statement. “Well, I’ll go easy on you just the same.”

  He opened the cage and stepped inside, then he locked my prison door behind him. My heart sped up as he walked closer to where I stood atop a floor covered in large round cushions.

  As he leaned in to kiss me, I asked, “What about protection?”

  He pulled back, looking concerned. “Yes, the last thing we’d want is you getting knocked up with a giant baby.” His eyes widened. “I’ve seen what trying to birth one does to a human from below.” He pruned his face and shook his head. “Not pretty.”

  I gulped. “No worries there. I’m on the pill.”

  He smiled his shark smile as he leaned in again, and I pressed a hand to the deep valley between his pecs. “Then we have nothing to worry about. Giants, you see, don’t have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. We’re lucky that way. We’re immune.”

  I took his word for it, deciding, if I were lucky, maybe I could get the keys off the belt on his breeches and slip this place before we got to third base. Keeping my eye on the golden ring that held my ticket to freedom, I puckered up and took his kiss.

  He had to kneel to lick the seam of my lips, which I parted to take his probing tongue inside of me. My small hands spanned his massive shoulders after he shed his shirt, and his huge hands engulfed my waist as he pulled me deeper into the kiss. Our mouths mated in a carnal play of mouths, teeth, and tongue, and I moaned as he suckled my bottom lip.

  Neither he or his husband were hard on the eyes, so, really, this was an easy ruse of seduction to pull off. I didn’t mind being mauled by a giant who looked like a cross between Ryan Gosling and a studly wrestler. But it was getting tough to keep my mind on stealing those keys when his hands and mouth were so skilled at manipulating me.

  He yanked off his breeches and now kneeled naked before me. I saw just what a fine specimen he was, with all rippling muscle and smooth skin. Thankfully the erection growing between his legs looked manageable too. Thick, veiny, and a brownish pink hue, but not so large I feared it would split me apart. But the downfall to his nakedness was he threw his breeches clear across the cage, and there was no way I’d be reaching the keys until I made some artful maneuvering.

  He pushed me back into the nest of pillows, tongue fucking me deeper and harder as he did so. Tiny growls escaped him as he tore off my tank top and shorts. I rarely wore underwear, so now I lay exposed and completely vulnerable before him. Not a shy woman about my thick but firm body, I let his carnal gaze roam over the hills of my breasts. He devoured the sight of my pussy when I spread my legs to show him my glistening labia. I knew they were wet because I could feel the growing dampness of my arousal.

  His head dipped to my breast and he teased a nipple between his large, white teeth, pulling it taut while he flicked his tongue over the tip. The peak tingled and puckered, and my aureole wrinkled up from the pleasure spilling down my torso, zipping straight to my sex to ignite more desire there.

  As his big hands roamed and explored my body, I managed to squirm and wriggle over the sea of pillbox cushions until I edged closer to the keys. But his rough, thick fingers parting my legs and stroking ever higher up my thighs stopped my pursuit. When his thumb stroked over my swelling clit, I briefly forgot I wanted free at all.

  He slid a finger inside my cunt, filling me with it, pumping it in and out of my slippery sex as he continued to sweep his thumb over my clitoris. I squirmed and moaned beneath his touch as liquid heat spread through my loins, through my body. His thrusts soon sparked a pleasing pressure inside me, making my g-spot throb. And he pinched and plucked at my clit still, while he dipped his head once again to suckle at a nipple. I cried out and shook as I came, spilling my juices down his hand.

  “That was wonderful,” I breathed, giving him a lazy smile. My eyes flitted over the keys in the corner, and once more I saw opportunity. “Now, I want you to fuck me.”

  His eyes narrowed to lusty slits. “Your wish is my command.”

  I scooted across the pillows, acting as if I was about to offer up my ass to him, but as I bent down on all fours, I reached out and snapped up the key ring. I estimated I had maybe two minutes to get out of there, if I were lucky. The first key I slipped in the hole had better be the right one, otherwise I’d be facing punishment. And with these giants, I had no idea if that would be a good or bad thing.

  “What the--?” he exclaimed as I skittered to my feet and dashed for the door.

  My hands shook as I jammed one into the lock. I could hear him approaching, and I knew it would only be another step or two before he was on me. I twisted the piece of metal in the hole, but nothing happened. With a frustrated snarl, I gripped the cage bars and shook them.

  Two seconds later, broad hands swallowed up my shoulders. My heart tried to crawl into my throat as an annoyed giant whirled me around.

  But a saucy grin spread across his face, and he didn’t look as annoyed as I expected. I hoped this meant his intended punishment would promise rewards for me. Hey, a girl can hope.

  “That was very naughty, Janet,” he said, snagging the key ring from my grip. “Now, you need to get on your knees and give me your ass.”

  I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms over my ample breasts. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

  He looked like Loki, the god of fire himself, when he flashed me a grin full of lecherous intent. “Well, prisoners usually get a spanking when they try to escape. I follow this up with a good fucking.”

  I cleared my throat as the throbbing itch between my legs renewed. “You’ve had other prisoners?” I quipped.

  He laughed and went to his knees to clutch me close again. His warm skin did feel good against mine, so I went with it, enjoying my captive state. “None as pretty as you.” He pinched my chin and planted a quick kiss to my lips before he continued, “Now, get on your knees so I can give you that spanking--and fucking.”

  I obeyed, intrigued by the discipline proposed for my disobedience. In my line of work as a tattooist, I’d met quite a few people who were a part of the bdsm subculture, and I’d experimented some with this world myself, but this was my first experience with an eight foot plus giant in a land above the clouds. This was entirely virgin territory, but I’d never been one to wimp out when a new adventure--sexual or otherwise--was on the table.

  His large hands engulfed my round, plump ass cheeks when he cupped them. He took the belt from his breeches and tied my hands behind my back, then he used the remaining length of this soft, thin leather strap to tease and tickle my crack and seeping slit. He urged my legs wider apart, moved closer, and then drew the leather strap away from my smooth, pale skin.

  I arched my back and lifted my head off the pillows, giving a yelp as the strap slapped my right cheek. The sting reverberated out, making my sex throb harder still from this pleasure / pain combination.

  His big fingers slithered over my sex, and he pinched and stroked my clit while he once more tickled my full bottom, then between the cheeks, with the length of belt. I pressed my face deeper into the nest of pillow beneath me and jutted my ass higher, spread my legs even wider for him. I grew wanton and eager, hungry, for this punishment / pleasure game to continue.

  Another thwack sounded as the leather bit into my flesh again. I gasped and writhed as the pain mingled with a heady fog of ecstasy I was lost in. His wide palms cupped my butt again, massaging the cheeks gently, as if to sooth them, then he went back to teasing my sex as he brought down the strap once more.

  I closed my eyes and I cried out. My pussy was no so wet the juices trickled down my legs. My whole body quaked with the need to come, and I did once his fingers slipped inside me and curled, stroking my g-spot to a quick climax as he gave me short, sharp raps with the belt.

  As I caught my breath and still shuddered from the intense orgasm, he l
eaned over my body and whispered in my ear, “Now, about that fucking …”

  Then his meaty cockhead was stroking up and down the length of my dripping slit and my ass crack. I cooed and pushed my plump, rounded cheeks into his thick, steely cock. “Please, fuck me now,” I begged.

  He nudged his thick glans inside of me, thrusting gently at first to stretch me for the girth of his shaft. I let myself relax around him, let myself open completely for his penetration. He inched in deeper, amping up my enjoyment as his penis caressed the walls of my sex.

  His hand glided over my hip, and his fingers once more zoned in on my clit, teasing the swollen bead of flesh in time with his slow, sensuous thrusts. The more his glans rubbed the tiny bead of pleasure inside of me also, the closer I sailed toward another orgasm.

  I needed more force, more pressure, against my g-spot. I wanted it, wanted to come so hard I ejaculated this time. Something women could do with enough stimulation of that erogenous zone deep inside them. So I begged him to, “Fuck me harder, faster, please,” and he complied.

  Soon the climax burst from deep inside of me and showered heat and pleasure throughout my body. I muffled a scream into a pillow, but not before I saw my juices shower his chest as he pulled out of me to watch me come.

  “That was so hot,” he growled with a crooked grin on his lips. Then he slid his cock back in for a few more pumps to finish him. His defined chest now shone with my juices.

  He let out a strangled cry and rammed his cock deep inside me. I knew he was so close, but just as he reached his own orgasm, a booming voice interrupted our interlude.

  “Logan, the little one is telling the truth. I spotted the ancient one while I was scouting. The mountain giants have sent him.”

  My lover’s cock popped out of me and spurted pearly cum all over my rounded ass and back. He muttered a curse and helped me to my feet, taking the leather strap off my wrists before we scattered to gather our clothes.

  “I should’ve known better than to leave you alone with her,” Rex said, scowling in the cage at us as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head and unlocked the door. “Get dressed. We have more important things to do right now then play naked cage games with the prisoner.”

  And just as the wide door swung open, I slipped my tank top over my head--or what was left of it after the giant finished ravishing me--and I skittered out of my cell, swinging wide around Rex and avoiding his grasping fingers.

  The two towering men shouted after me as I ran from the cage and back into the dining room I had entered. I hefted my leg up over the stone windowsill and jumped out of the opening, which was close to the ground, just as the two giants entered the room.

  “Go cut her off before she reaches the gate!” Rex shouted at Logan.

  Thankfully I got my climbing shoes and shorts back on before I fled. I whisked through the crumbling courtyard and overgrown hedges, past the garden that had gone wild. One blonde pigtail slapped me in the face when I turned my head to look behind me, but nothing was going to slow me down.

  Logan was on my heels, and his long legs took mammoth strides that would soon catch up to me. But the gate leading to freedom was only three feet away. I raced through the wide gap between bars and sped across the open drawbridge. My heart now hammered in my ears.

  The giant’s feet thundered across the drawbridge moments after my shoes left the wooden planks. And then, as I veered left in a half circle, hoping to hide behind a massive oak for a while and lose him in the thick of the night, I heard Rex join the search party.

  “Oh shit!” I hissed as I skirted a plump, huge sheep that had wandered into my path.

  Only the light of the moon cut through the darkness, and its silvery light was enough, thankfully, to guide me. But the sparse forest I planned to hide in seemed so far away.

  Just as I touched the gnarled bark of an oak along the treeline, another massive beast rumbled toward me. This wasn’t Rex or Logan. This giant looked to be at least nine feet tall and, though I couldn’t make out distinct features in the dark, a fuzzy fungus appeared to mottle its arms, chest, legs, and face. It was bald and its skin, caught by the moonlight, looked to be made of stone. It had a massive nose and low brow, and hair that reminded me of Spanish moss sprouted from its head and face.

  “Holy sonofabitch!” I screamed when the towering monstrosity turned its glowing yellow eyes on me and sneered. A massive hand that looked as if it were made of boulders fused together reached for me, but I sprinted deeper into the forest before its fingers could close around my body.

  I heard Logan and Rex shouting behind me, and the new giant let out an angry snarl that chilled my blood. When I turned around, I saw the new giant had a hold on Rex, and Logan was trying to get their nemesis in a headlock.

  I took a step closer to the scene as Rex fell and the bigger giant brought his foot up, aiming it so it would crush Rex’s skull once it came down on top of it.

  My conscience warred with my sense of survival. If I went back, what help could I really be anyway? I was a pint-sized tattooist stuck in a world full of mega-sized beings. That new giant could easily pinch my head off! And what did I owe those two big brutes anyway? They’d captured me, hadn’t believed me, kept me prisoner.

  But then the mysterious giantess floated into my thoughts, as if she watched and judged my every move. I sighed, rolled my neck. “Okay, fine, I’ll go back. But I have no idea how I’m supposed to help those two.”

  I sprinted out of the forest in time to see Logan take a wicked punch to the gut from the new giant. Rex knitted his fists together and brought them up over his head, then he brought them down across the attacker’s neck. The bigger creature stumbled and almost went to its knees.

  But as it stumbled, it curled a fist and sucker punched Logan right in the groin. Logan let out a fierce cry and went down, and when he did the massive giant fell on top of him. Rex followed, pummeling the new giant’s head with fierce blows, but the creature would not let go of its prey.

  I ran faster, and stopped in front of the uproar, waving my hands and screaming at the top of my lungs to get the invading giant’s attention. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, and I was completely working on a whim, but I’d remembered something Logan had told me earlier about the forest, before we got into our sex game. I’d been begging for some air, to have them at least let me lose for fifteen minutes.

  Logan had denied it, shaking his head. “You don’t know the woods well enough, or the land, and I can’t guarantee you won’t run off. There’s pockets of quicksand in that forest, and some are harder to see than others. I’d hate to see you swallowed up by that, little one.”

  And when I’d first stopped to watch the fight while still in the forest, I’d noticed something that definitely looked like a big pit of quicksand. It was marked my two large, bleached white boulders just in front of it, and I’d almost missed it, until the toe of my climbing shoe touched its muddy edge and the moonlight shone down on a large, round pool. A pool almost as big as a lake, and one that, if deep enough, even a giant as big as the invader could sink and drown in.

  “Hey, you big bastard!” I screamed at the attacker.

  Surprisingly, he turned those glowing yellow eyes on me and lifted off of Logan. He swatted at Rex, who was distracted by my presence.

  “What’re you doing?” Rex shouted at me. “Have you got a death wish?” He staggered back when the mountain giant delivered a straight punch to his nose.

  “Just trust me,” I shouted back. “And follow me.”

  I ran toward the forest and the attacking giant followed, his sights now zoned in on me. I’m sure I was an annoying gnat he dearly wanted to swat dead. In fact, I was counting on just that.

  I zigzagged around oaks and ran down small hills. Finally, the two boulders that marked the huge pit of quicksand came into view, like two gleaming white teeth sticking up from the sodden ground.

  I knew Rex and Logan would have to know about this pit, but I was c
ounting on the new giant having no clue. So I ran between the boulders, and then I stopped at the lip of the pit.

  But the attacking giant did not. His force of momentum kept carrying him forward, and he skidded in the soft earth beneath his feet. I scrambled out of the way just in time, as one of his knees hit the boulder to my right, sending it smashing into its twin seconds after I’d vacated the space between them.

  Breathless, I turned in time to see the massive mountain giant hurl itself into the lake-sized quicksand pit. It roared and thrashed, showering me with gritty globs of mud as it went down.

  Bubbles rose after its head disappeared beneath the surface. I watched, held my breath, waiting for it to reappear but hoping it wouldn’t. Then I became aware of footsteps stirring the ground around me.

  I looked over my shoulder to see Rex and Logan approaching. Though bruised and battle-sore, they both smiled at me.

  “Well done, little one,” Rex muttered, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the last few bubbles rise before the quicksand lake went quiet.

  “I got lucky,” I said. “If I hadn’t seen those boulders the first time around, it’d be me taking the eternal mud bath right about now.”

  Logan laughed and laid a hand on my shoulder. “Still, you helped us stop the ancient one from the mountains. Seems that mysterious giantess was right after all. If we hadn’t discovered him, he could’ve slipped into the castle at night, could’ve murdered Rex and I in our sleep. That advance warning could’ve very well saved our lives.”

  ***

  Rex and Logan told me they suspected the ancient one was sent to kill them, since they were Lowland nobility, and the ancient mountain giant would’ve, had it not been intercepted, been stealthy and skilled enough to pull off the assassination. This assassination would’ve been all it needed to incite the wrath of the Lowland giants, and subsequently a war would’ve ensued.

  “What was this war all about?” I asked after I climbed out of a huge bathtub that made me feel as if I were swimming in a mini-pool full of bubbles. I wrapped myself in an old robe of Kama’s Rex had given me, losing my arms in the long sleeves.