"I'm Jezebel."
"I know. Jack called ahead, said you were coming."
"Jack the cute waiter?"
"Jack is really a mischievous forest imp who disguises himself as a waiter."
"To blend in? Is it to lure women to this magical land?"
"No. It's for the tips. On a good night he can pull in three hundred dollars. But whenever he meets a sexy woman, he gives her magic beans to bring her here."
"But why?"
"For Pan."
"Pan? As in cooking?"
"As in the prince of this realm. He's kind of a letch. He loves horny, unfulfilled ladies such as yourself. And he throws the best parties. He is the Hugh Hefner of our land."
"What land is this?" Jezzy asked, looking around. "It's beautiful."
"Have you heard of Oz?"
"Of course."
"How about Never-Never Land? Narnia? Wonderland?"
"Yes. Which one is this?"
"None of them. We don't want to get involved in any copyright infringement lawsuits. So we call this magical kingdom Phlegm."
"Phlegm? As in mucus?"
Robin frowned. "I know. It's a terrible name. But we don't have to worry about anyone suing us."
"I don't expect many merchandizing opportunities for you, either."
"Sadly, no. But we do have our own language here."
"You do?"
"Have you ever heard of Phlegmish?"
More proof that puns weren't funny.
"I assume you want to go to the party at the castle tonight?" Robin asked.
Jezzy clasped her hands together in excitement. She very much wanted to go to a party, especially since this was supposed to be erotica, and she hadn't gotten laid yet.
"A party sounds wonderful."
"It shall be wonderful. But Prince Pan requires all attendees to be horny when they arrive."
"I'm very horny right now."
"Are you sure?"
Jezebel nodded.
"I'll have to check."
Robin pressed his palm against her breast, rubbing it over her erect nipple, making her squirm. He caught it between his fingers and rolled them slightly, and then his other hand was suddenly between Jezzy's legs, pushing into her.
She whimpered and he slowly worked two fingers in an out of her. "You are, indeed, very wet. But Pan requires his guests to be even more excited."
"I can't get much more excited. I'm going to come all over your hand. Please… please don't…"
Robin abruptly stopped, taking both hands away.
Jezebel cried out in protest. She was really starting to hate the Magical Kingdom of Phlegm.
"I think, to put you in the proper mood, a love apple is required."
"Or you could just fuck me," she said, slutty as she could manage.
"Perhaps. But first, the apple."
Robin's wings flapped, lifting him off the ground.
Jezzy watched in astonishment as he flew to a tree laden with the largest, most lush apples she had ever seen. They were a rich, deep purple, and seemed to throb and pulse on their branches. Robin reached up and plucked the darkest, juiciest-looking fruit from the tree.
"I can be a good friend to you, Jezebel. All I ask is that you give me something in return, as a token of your friendship. I am rather self-absorbed and like my friends to make me feel important to them. Do you think you can manage that?"
Jezzy's mouth watered. "Oh, yes. Friendship should be reciprocal. It's only fair."
Robin flew to her and held out the shiny, crimson apple. "Then please, eat this for me."
When the apple touched Jezebel's fingers, it began to shimmer and vibrate. Jezzy stared at the succulent fruit, enamored by its beauty, luxuriating in the way it made her whole body flush.
"Go ahead, Jezebel."
Jezzy brought the apple to her mouth and took a dainty bite. The apple was so delicious that her tongue began to tingle. "Mmmm."
"Isn't that the best apple you've ever bitten into?"
"Ooooh yes." Jezzy chewed, enraptured by the preternaturally wonderful taste of the apple. The juices slid over her tongue and down her throat, tingling all the way.
"Take another bite, Jezebel." Robin grinned at her. His fly was open, and he was sliding a long, tapered hand over his large, erect manhood.
Jezebel felt the tingling move down her throat, over her breasts and deep within her nipples.
"Ooooh," Jezzy breathed. "I think I like love apples."
Robin's hand stroked his engorged member quickly, as his eyes devoured Jezebel. With his other hand, he flicked his fingers, and Jezzy felt her skirt being tugged down. She hadn't even felt the zipper opening.
"Lift your arms, Jezebel," Robin said, breathless.
Jezebel did as she was told, gripping the apple tightly, she lifted her arms high, and her peasant blouse slid over them and dropped onto a nearby orange tree.
"Can I pick a bunch of these to take home?" she asked, the wetness dripping down her thighs. "They'd make an amazing pie."
"May I kiss you?" His voice was so soft and gentle, that its vibrations went right through her.
"Yes," she said, panting lightly. The tingles had made their way to her sweet spot, and she teetered on the edge of orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that she reached out for Robin, whimpering.
Her lips parted and met his, the tip of his tongue teasing her, making her groan. His hands roamed her neck, her shoulders, her belly, her chest. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, holding her head firmly, and whispered, "May I kiss you between your legs?"
"Yes."
Dropping to his knees, Robin licked her belly button, then lower, as his wings folded around her and the feathers stroked the small of her back.
When his tongue touched her clitoris, it was as if an electrical shock went through her body, and an involuntary scream wrenched itself from Jezebel's throat.
"Such sweet music," he murmured, burying his face in her.
He began to lick, and Jezebel grabbed his head, pressing against him, so close, so close…
And then he was standing, his arms tight around her, his magnificent ebony wings extended and flapping, and they were up, up, up, sailing above the trees.
Jezzy moved her hips forward, trying to rub her womanhood against Robin's considerable, steely length.
"Wrap your legs around me, Jezebel," he whispered, his tongue flicking her earlobe.
Jezzy brought her legs up and locked them around Robin's waist, trying to lift high enough to slide over his manhood.
"Do you want me inside of you, Jezebel?"
"Yes… please," she begged. The world spun beneath them, her body rising and falling and spinning.
"Not yet," Robin said, his tone playful. He held her slightly away, so that her most sensitive spot couldn't reach him.
Jezzy pushed her hips forward, yearning for contact. "Oh, please, Robin. Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please slide inside of me."
"I thought you promised yourself you would only make love if you felt mutual affection."
"I—" Jezzy's mind was foggy and befuddled. She was dizzy and horny and if she didn't have an orgasm soon she was afraid her mind would snap.
"You what?"
"I like you, Robin. I really really like you. Please."
Robin threw his head back and laughed. "Ok, Jezebel. If you say so." He brought Jezzy closer to him, close enough so that her hot, swollen nub just barely touched his length, which was standing straight up.
"Ooooooh," Jezzy sighed, as intense little shivers of pleasure shot through her womanhood. Her tunnel began to clench in the beginnings of a sublime orgasm.
But then Robin moved her away again.
"No!" Jezzy shouted. "Please, Robin! Please let me come."
"But the affection must be mutual, Jezebel. Perhaps I don't like you at all. Perhaps I'm just using you."
"I'm okay with that. I swear. Please."
"I do like you, Jezebel."
/> "Thank god! Now fuck me!"
"But I think you may rush into things. Your need to be liked, to be loved, leads you to many unfulfilling experiences. You need to learn to savor and enjoy. Let me teach you."
Jezzy wanted to scream, frustration winding with arousal, and a tear slipped down her cheek. The pressure in her clitoris almost beyond bearing. But she said, "Okay. Teach me."
Robin leaned his head down and lowered his lips to Jezzy's breast, taking her nipple between his lips. He sucked lightly while flicking his tongue across the sensitive orb. She cried out, the walls of her honeyed cave clenching with need.
"Ooooooh," she murmured, rocking her pelvis forward, brushing her hot spot against him. Little electric bursts shot through her loins, moving through to her belly and breasts, making her head loll back and her mouth drop open. Jezzy was nearly insane with need.
Robin nibbled lightly, sending tiny shock waves of delight through her.
"Aaaaah," she moaned.
"Do you like that?" Robin asked her.
"Oh, yes," she whispered, biting her lip.
Robin brought her closer, moving his stiff, velvety rod against her moist pussy. His breath was hot on her nipple.
"Would you like me to slide inside you?" He moved more quickly, using feather strokes across her clitoris.
"Yes! Yes, please," she replied, the sensations his teeth on her nipple created making her crazy. Her clit ached for release, the pressure building to an impossible level. She felt her orgasm rushing up within her.
Robin pulled away.
"No! Please, Robin! Please fill me with your manhood!" Her hips were thrusting forward of their own accord.
"Pretty please?" Robin grinned, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.
"P-pretty p-please," she managed, her teeth gritted.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" He smiled.
"Oh, fuck you!"
"As you wish." And with that, he lifted her effortlessly and lowered her onto his member, sliding deep within her sugared cave.
Jezzy gasped and cried out, the pleasure so intense, it was almost painful. "Oh, God!"
"The name is Robin, Jezebel, and you'll not ever forget it," he said, smiling at her as he thrust deep inside of her, using his hands to plunge her downward.
Each plunge downward was heavenly and excruciating in intensity, her need was magnified tenfold, and she moved her hips forward, allowing Robin's velvety, slick rod to caress her g-spot. Jezzy moved forward, kissing Robin hotly. His lips were soft as he slipped his tongue over hers. She sucked his tongue, then rolled her tongue around his, exploring his mouth. Kissing him sent her over the edge, and for a moment her entire body went numb. Then tension uncoiled and she began to come.
"Ooooh Robin!" She screamed, ripples of delight thrilling through her, then blasting her body and senses into oblivion. Her entire body shuddered in a bliss Jezzy had never known. Her walls squeezed again and again, as pleasure peaked and crested, fading and flashing through her once more.
Robin shouted, stiffening and thrusting into her deeply, reaching the very core of her being. Jezzy felt his hot seed shooting into her. The heat of his juices leaving her tingling and warm. He thrust deeply into her again and again, his orgasm going on and on.
Jezzy felt like she was flying … which, actually, she was.
Her pleasure ebbed as Robin slowed. He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed against her skin.
"That was magnificent," Robin breathed against her shoulder.
"Yes, it certainly was," Jezzy replied. "Thank you, Robin. I've never had an orgasm that intense. It was mind bending."
"That is what happens when you take the time to savor your arousal," Robin said. "You just need to learn control, and for that you need practice."
"Practice?" Jezzy said. "Will you practice with me?"
Robin chuckled. "I'd be glad to, Jezebel. But you should also practice with other lovers, to get really good at it."
"Other lovers?" But whom?
Robin's wings gently lowered them both to the ground. They wrapped around her, soothing and caressing her down from her body bliss. He released her, stepping back and assessing her. "Nice. Very nice."
Jezzy looked down at herself. She now wore a dress of midnight black feathers. The areas around both breasts were free of feathers, as well as her special place. "Wow. This is gorgeous, Robin. But it doesn't quite cover my private areas. I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate for a ball."
"Oh, it's appropriate for this ball. The feathers move with you. They do not restrict you. You can move and do anything you like while wearing them, which, as you'll soon discover, is a must at Pan's balls." Robin broke out laughing. "Pan's balls! Ha! I'm so clever!"
"Right." Truthfully, Jezzy had forgotten all about the ball, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. "Can I take a short nap, first? Would you like to nap with me?"
"Uh… I kind of have a date," Robin said.
"W-what?" Jezzy said, flabbergasted. "You made love to me just before your date? What kind of guy are you?"
"I'm a puck, Jezzy. We are notoriously fickle and promiscuous. Surely you didn't think we're in love."
"Well, no, but, I really do like you."
"And I like you. But I also happen to like anything with two tits and a pulse. I'm not boyfriend material. So I suggest you change your criteria, Jezebel. Instead of just seeking mutual affection, you should also seek mutual appreciation. A player like me will only appreciate you as long as the sex lasts. You deserve someone better."
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. You're a wonderful, beautiful, smart woman, and you need someone who appreciates that, and not only while getting laid. Just one more thing." Robin reached out and gently moved a hand across her eyes. He then looked at her face and nodded his approval. "Perfect."
"What is?"
"You have a mask of black feathers across your eyes. It's a masquerade ball. You'll need a mask."
Jezzy reached up and gently touched the mask of feathers, which were silky and soft. It felt like she had no mask at all. "Wow. This is so neat."
"You look sexy as hell, and believe me, I would know." He winked. "Off you go, now, Jezebel." He patted her bottom. "Follow the path to the castle. Do not stray off the path. You have no time left for sexual excursions. You will miss the ball."
"Oh—okay." Jezebel was still a little confused by what had just happened.
"Have fun, Jezebel." And with that, Robin lifted his wings and flew up over the trees and away, vanishing into the night.
Jezebel Sleeps with the Fishes
The castle was much farther than it looked. Jezzy walked for the better part of an hour, and the sun had long since sunk into the earth, replaced by a round, fat, silvery moon. Stars had come out to look over Jezzy, blinking their greeting, and Jezzy smiled up at them, happy for the company. It was all so goddamn Disneyesque. If the moon began to sing, Jezzy wouldn't have been surprised.
She was filled with excitement and anticipation at the prospect of attending a ball at all, much less one thrown by an actual prince. She'd read about the Pan in a mythology book she'd gotten from the school library. The pictures depicted him as rather fearsome, with narrow yellow eyes and goat horns, and legs covered with hair. His feet were hooves, and he usually had his Syrinx with him—a musical instrument he used to arouse people and make them dance.
From the way he looked in those pictures, he was downright creepy.
Still, she wasn't planning on bedding him, though that might've been what Jack the forest imp and Robin the puck expected. Goat legs were just a little too freaky. But she did want to go to the ball. Perhaps she'd meet someone who liked and appreciated her there. Someone who didn't look like a goat. And she hadn't danced in ages. She loved dancing!
Jezzy looked down at her feet, now clad in leather shoes that looked like sandals, with black straps which wove in intricate webbing all the way up her legs, to her upper thighs, almost like fishnet stockings. The
y were the coolest pair of shoes she'd ever had, and the sexiest. They were also comfortable, as they were made to accommodate dancing. Robin had certainly dressed her for the occasion.
Finally Jezzy made it to the drawbridge leading to the castle. She looked into the water as she crossed over, watching fish jump playfully under the light of the moon. A woman's giggle startled her and made her pause, and Jezzy looked over the railing to look at the source of the sound. She peered into the dim light. "Is someone there?"
"Sssssh," she heard someone whisper. "She heard you."
Jezzy frowned. There was definitely someone down there, in the water. "Hello? Who is there?"
"Hello," came the reply. A female voice. "Who is there?"
Jezzy frowned. Was that her echo? Or someone pretending to be her echo? "I asked you first."
"Who's on first?"
"I know there's someone down there," Jezzy called out. "You can't fool me."
"That's not what we've heard," replied the voice. "It's all around the land that you gave it up to Robin the puck. Another notch in his belt. He's running out of room."
"He'll need a new belt," came another voice.
"Does he cut a new notch if he boffs someone he's boffed before?" the first voice queried.
"I don't know. How many times have we shagged him?"
"I've lost count."
"Excuse me!" Jezzy called.
The first voice answered. "We can hear you. No need to yell."
"Who is we?"
Gentle splashing sounds approached, and Jezzy leaned down a little further to see who was in the water. Two shapes slowly emerged, almost directly beneath her. They were beautiful young women, pale as the moon. One with long, midnight black hair and the other a glimmering, silvery blonde; their hair floating around their shoulders in the water. Large, mirthful eyes regarded Jezzy with amusement.
They appeared to be college age, and looked fit enough to be swimsuit models, minus the swim suits. Two sets of small, perky breasts bobbed on the surface of the water, nipples bare.
"Hello," the dark haired one said.
"What are you doing down there? Skinny dipping?" Jezzy asked.
"Skinny dipping?" The blonde girl queried. "What is that?"
Things sure were different in this place. "Swimming naked."
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