Fifty Shades of Jezebel and the Beanstalk (The Fifty Shades Of Alice Trilogy Book 4)

by Melinda DuChamp

  "Are you a dirty troll?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  "Does the dirty troll like getting sucked?"

  "Yes. He also likes eating pussy."

  Eden began with feather light licks to her hot, swollen bud, which strained forward, seeking his tongue. He then brought his mouth up and sucked her clit between his lips, between his teeth, and nibbled gently.

  Jezebel moaned over his member, bobbing her head faster, and rocking her hips against his face. She made little pleasure sounds deep in her throat as she sucked on him, "mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmmph."

  Eden pumped his hips upward, thrusting his manhood into her mouth. Jezzy relaxed her throat muscles and took him in deeper, swallowing him and releasing, swallowing and releasing.

  "Oooooh Jezebel!"

  "Mmmmmph," she replied, pumping her own hips downward more urgently. "Mmmmmph!"

  Jezebel screamed in her throat, her mouth moving faster than ever over his dick as she came. Her body quivering and quaking in a glorious explosion of pleasure.

  Eden thrust twice more and his own orgasm spilled into her mouth. Jezzy swallowed his hot seed, sucking even harder, seeking out every last drop as her own orgasm began to wane.

  Eden lay on his back, his hands on her hips, gasping as if he'd just run a marathon. "Sweet Jupiter," he breathed. "That was simply magnificent. Thank you, Jezebel."

  Jezzy rolled over onto the grass beside him, her breaths coming raggedly as she came down from her own release. "Outstanding, indeed. Thank you. I quite enjoyed that."

  After a few moments of staring at the sky to collect herself, Jezzy glanced at Eden.

  But the troll was gone.

  Instead she was looking at a handsome young man with blonde hair and nary a blemish on his nearly perfect body. "Eden, you … you've changed."

  Eden stared at his hairless, wartless hands, then touched his strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, and flowing hair. His eyes widened. "You did it, Jezebel! You broke the curse!"

  "I respected and admired your singing," she said. "And dirty talk really gets me going. Oh, and your cock is way hot."

  "So it wasn't pity sex. It was genuine."

  "It sure was."

  "What about you, lovely Jezebel? Still plan to go to the abode of the wicked witch Lucinda?"

  "I do. I promised a friend that I'd do whatever it took to break the curse on him."

  "Is this your boyfriend?" Eden asked.

  "No, just a friend."

  "Wow. What a selfless act," Eden said. "You're a very unselfish woman, Jezzy."

  "Believe me, it's new. I'm not sure if it'll stick."

  "Well, because you helped to break the curse Lucinda put on me, I owe you a favor. I'll help you obtain the potion that undoes curses."

  "There is a potion?"

  "Yes, of course. For every curse, there is a potion to cure it."

  "Why didn't you take a potion to cure yourself?" Jezebel asked, incredulous.

  "What's the fun in that?" Eden said. "That sixty-nine we just did was a lot better than a potion, wasn't it?"

  "It was nice. But you seemed so sad and miserable as a troll."

  "Being a troll wasn't so bad, really. I could eat porridge all day and never gain a pound. People avoided me, so I didn't have to endure boring social events. And, this may sound strange, but I kind of liked all those scabs. Maybe I could get Lucinda to curse me again."

  "That doesn't sound wise," Jezebel said. "The man I'm helping, he can get hard but has no feeling in his penis and can't come."

  "Sounds awful. But there's worse. I saw one fellow turned into a parrot. Horrible!"

  "Why was he turned into a parrot?" Jezebel asked.

  "Because Lucinda caught him peeking in her windows while yanking on himself. Now he must watch her have sex or pleasure herself from his cage."

  "Why didn't he just ask her out? Knock on the door?"

  "That's not his kink. He's a voyeur. So I suppose he got what he wanted. I wonder what it feels like to molt."

  "Are you sure you want to take this risk, helping me?"

  He reached over and caressed her cheek. "Of course."

  Jezebel's eyes misted over. "Thank you, Eden."

  He stood and pulled his pants up his long, muscular legs. Then he cinched the rope belt around his tight abs. "Let's get on our way. It will be dark soon, and we don't want to be in Ghastlibad Forest at night."

  Jezebel Meets Ollie and Lucinda

  As they drew deeper and deeper into the woods, the sky seemed to grow darker. Jezebel had the creepy feeling that they were being watched.

  "How far is this place?" she asked Eden. "It seems like we've been on this twisty path forever."

  Suddenly a flapping of wings sounded above them. Eden and Jezzy looked up, then fell backwards onto their butts.

  Robin Goodfellow, the puck, flew down in front of them.

  "Not you again," Eden said. "Haven't you done enough?"

  "Not nearly, apparently," Robin said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Jezebel, what are you doing with this troll?"

  "He's not a troll anymore. Besides, the only reason he ever was one in the first place was that wicked witch. She turned him into a troll because he spurned her advances."

  Robin snorted and eyed Eden. "Is that what he said?"

  "Yes." Jezzy eyed Eden. "You told me the truth, right?"

  "Mostly," Eden said, his face scrunching up.

  Robin rolled his eyes. "He and the witch have a thing for each other. He was turned into a troll for spurning her advances, that is true. But only because he had sex with all three of her daughters first, and he was too tired to get it up."

  Jezzy looked at Eden aghast. "Is there a man around the beanstalk world who hasn't had sex with the witch's daughters?"

  "Not likely," Robin said. "They are quite frisky. Dirty, dirty girls." His lips spread in a lecherous grin.

  "And how would you know that?" Jezebel asked him, lifting her chin.

  "I paid a visit to Lucinda's daughters. We had a pleasant ménage."

  "Why hasn't she turned you into a parrot or a troll?" Jezebel asked.

  "Because then I took one for the team and nailed Lucinda as well. In gratitude, she turned me into a puck. I quite like this form. I do get far more than my fair share of ass, I must say."

  Jezzy sighed. "And I've had far more than my fair share of bullshit for one day, from the two of you. Enough. Are you going to help me get what I need to break my friend Jack's curse, or not?" Jezzy said, hands on feathered hips.

  "Jack?" Robin said. "You are actually risking yourself for that dweeb?"

  "He most certainly is not a dweeb. He's a very sweet, kind man, which is more than I can say about either of you two," Jezzy said. "On second thought, I don't need your help, either of you. I'll face the wicked witch on my own."

  "Good luck with that," Robin said, and with a sweep of his hand, Jezzy's feather dress and mask were gone, and she was entirely naked. All that remained were the tie up shoes. "You can keep the shoes. I really love those on you. Now I have to go. I have another date."

  "Ugh! It's a good thing this is a fairytale, or I'd be seriously worried about my health after having had sex with you, you man-whore!" Jezzy heaved a disgusted sigh and continued up the winding path. Robin's laughter following.

  Before long, Eden caught up with her. "Wait. You really can't go there alone, Jezzy. It is dangerous."

  "What do you care? You deceived me to get me to blow you!"

  "Oh, come on. All guys do that."

  Jezzy hesitated. "Good point. Okay, you can help me. But no more lies, fibs, tall tales or untruths."

  "Those are all pretty much the same thing, but okay."

  After a little while, the witch's cabin came into view. Dark, gnarled trees hung over the house, and a black cat lay on the front porch. Another, smaller cabin sat behind the first.

  "Whose house in that one?" Jezebel asked.

  "The triplets'. It's like a guest house. They are very comfo
rtable there. Pretty decked out."

  The smell of wood smoke filled the air, and smoke from a recent fire still billowed from Lucinda's chimney. Several bats flew out of the chimney and into the sky.

  They approached Lucinda's abode and peeked through the windows. The rooms were dark with the ever gathering night, and they could see nothing but silhouettes of furniture.

  "We're in luck. The witch and her daughters aren't back from gathering herbs for her potions. If she was here, we'd see her, dressed in a corset and wearing spike heeled boots. Sometimes she even likes to carry a whip."

  She sounded kind of frightening, yet the way Eden described her, he seemed kind of excited.

  "What does she do with the whip?" Jezzy asked.

  "Ohh," he said, his eyes bright. "What doesn't she do with the whip!" He stared into the mist, and if she wasn't mistaken, his bulge seemed to be growing in his tattered pants.

  "Ahh, okay," Jezzy said. "How do we get in?"

  "Who goes there?" a deep voice intoned.

  Jezebel started. "Oh my! Who is that?" she whispered to Eden.

  "It's the door knob." Eden said, climbing the stairs.

  "The what?"

  "The door knob, silly." He took her hand and led her to the door. "Look."

  A face made of wood regarded them with a stern look, the knob itself forming the face's nose. "Who goes there?"

  Jezzy stared, dumbfounded. "I—I—"

  "Eden. The witch's favorite troll. Please allow us entry, you knob, for we have brought herbs for her potions."

  "I see no herbs."

  Eden leaned over and whispered into Jezzy's ear. "He's onto us. You might have to do him."

  "Do him?" Could he be saying what she thought he was saying? "You want me to have sex with a door knob?"

  "He's the right height. Think of him as a glory hole."

  "A glory hole?"

  "A hole in a wall where a guy sticks his … never mind. Just bend over and back into him."

  Jezebel frowned. This land of Phlegm was truly ridiculous. But since she'd promised to help Jack, and since she was still pretty wet from her tryst with Eden, she might as well give it a try.

  She turned around, bent over, her breasts swaying, and pushed her bottom against the doorknob. "Is this really necessary?"

  Eden laughed. "No. The door is unlocked."

  "Eden!" she gave him a smack on the arm.

  "It was hot. Keep going. I'd love to see you take him inside."

  "That would be awesome," the doorknob agreed.

  "Well, it isn't going to happen," Jezzy said. She stood up, trying to look annoyed, but she had to admit, the cool brass had felt pretty good.

  Phlegm must be getting to her.

  "How about a blowjob?" said the doorknob. "Think you could get your mouth around me?"

  "She probably could," Eden said. "I speak from experience."

  "Eden!" another smack.

  "I've got a cousin who is a trailer hitch," the doorknob said. "You'd be surprised how often some bimbo sucks the chrome off of him. But me? Nothing."

  "Don't people have their hands on you all day, twisting and tugging?" Jezzy asked.

  "Oh, yeessssss." The knob shuddered. "It's wonderful."

  Jezebel placed her hand on him and gave him a few twists while he moaned. Just for good measure, she rubbed her breasts against him, the cold making her nipples peak, and then they entered the witch's dark abode.

  "We need light," Eden said. "Stay here."

  He found wood next to the fireplace and placed two pieces on the dying embers. Within moments the flames came to life. The fire threw just enough light to see into the kitchen.

  Jezzy waited next to the door, shivering. Outside, the door knob's chill had felt good. Now she was growing downright chilly. It was kind of fun being totally naked again, but she wished she still had her feather dress to keep her warm. She longed to stand next to a fire and warm herself.

  "Dirty bitch!" A shrill voice shrieked within the room.

  Jezebel jumped. "Heavens!"

  "Dirty bitch!" The voice cried again.

  Being called a dirty bitch was quite a turn on when she was already aroused. But when she was cold and uncomfortable, it was simply offensive.

  "Look," Jezebel said into the dimly lit room. "I don't know who you are, but you're exceedingly rude."

  "Yes, he is," Eden said, coming up beside her and rubbing his hands together. "That is Ollie. Lucinda's parrot. The one I told you about earlier."

  "He just called me a dirty bitch," Jezebel said, indignant.

  "He wants you to come closer, so he can get a good look at you. He's a voyeur, remember?" Eden walked to a corner of the room, where a large cage sat on a tall pole.

  Jezzy followed, suddenly very conscious of the parrot watching the way her breasts swayed when she walked, the hardness of her nipples in the chill, the wetness glistening between her legs. She reached the parrot, his beady eyes devouring every inch of her.

  "You are a very dirty bird." Jezzy said.

  "Dirty bird!" Ollie shrieked, and bobbed his little blonde head up and down. "Dirty bird!"

  Jezebel turned and scanned the room. "So tell me, dirty bird. Where does the witch keep her potions?"

  "I'll break my parrot dick off in your ass!" Ollie cried.

  Jezebel placed a hand on her forehead. "WTF?"

  "Yes, he is a pervert. And not a lot of help. Just try to ignore him," Eden said to the right of her in the gloom. "I found some bottles."

  "Shake those tits for me, baby!" Ollie screamed. "Let's see those puppies swing!"

  "Oh, my God. Seriously?" Jezebel said. At first, the voyeurism was kind of hot. Now, with all these stupid comments, it was just ridiculous. "Why does she keep this thing?"

  "Because she likes being watched," Eden said.

  "If she likes being watched, why did she turn him into a parrot to begin with? Why not just let him watch through the window?"

  "She likes foul birds," Eden said. "But then, all birds are foul. Get it? Like fowl spelled f-o-u-l?"

  "Show Ollie the pink!" the parrot croaked. "Show Ollie the pink!"

  "Maybe if you show him he'll shut up," Eden suggested.

  "I'm not exposing myself to a bird. It's degrading."

  "You're already kind of exposed."

  She glanced down at her bare breasts. "I suppose you're right."

  "Besides, your body is so hot."

  And although Jezzy was still kind of annoyed with Eden for not telling her the whole truth about his experience with the witch, having this gorgeous man calling her hot was helping make up for the rude parrot.

  "Bend over, tootsie! I got a dollar!"

  Ollie, indeed, did have some cash in his beak.

  "If I bend over, will you shut up?"

  Ollie did that nodding thing that parrots do, his head bobbing up and down.

  Jezzy sighed and bent over.

  "Spread them wide! Spread them wide!"

  "This is turning me on," Eden said.

  Jezzy had heard of bird watching, but never of a bird who watched. She gave her hips a little wiggle, sending her breasts bouncing, and felt something drop onto her back.

  The money. Ollie had tipped her.

  "Change for a five! Change for a five!"

  "I hate this bird," Jezzy said. "Let's get back to business."

  Eden sighed.

  Jezzie scanned through the assortment of bottles. "Okay. Let's see. What might cure not being unable to come?"

  "Can't come? Eat a plum!" Ollie screamed. "Can't come? Eat a plum!"

  "Would you stop that idiotic babbling, Ollie!" Eden shouted at the bird.

  "Wait!" Jezzy said, spotting a bowl of huge, dark purple plums. They were the largest plums she had ever seen. "Ollie, do you mean these plums?"

  "Dirty bitch!"

  "Come on, Ollie, just tell me," Jezzy said.

  "Only one way to find out," Eden said. He took a small bite of a plum. "Mmmmm."

  "W
hat are you doing?" Jezebel cried. "What if they're poisoned?"

  "They're delicious! Try one!" Eden took a larger bite, and juice dribbled down his chin. "Mmmmm. Most scrumptious plum I've ever tasted. She must inject potion into these. What does Lucinda put in these, Ollie?"

  "Can't miss with cat piss!" Ollie shrieked. "Can't miss with cat piss!"

  Jezzy shook her head. "Sometimes, you just don't want to know."

  Eden licked his lips and took another bite. "I don't care what's in them. They are sweet and succulent. She must add honey and slow cook them or something."

  Jezebel looked down at Eden's member, hard and straining at the fly of his tattered pants. "Oh, my."

  Eden grinned. "Come here, Jezzy."

  She had to admit, she was tempted. Except for a brief brush with a doorknob, she hadn't had sex in quite some time. But the thought of the lecherous bird watching wasn't quite what she had in mind. Why couldn't the damn thing say something sexy?

  The thud of footsteps sounded on the porch. Jezzy gasped. "The witch! She's here! Hide!" She scrambled under the table and crouched behind a chair.

  The door opened, but Eden didn't move. Well, most of him didn't. His hand was moving just fine, stroking his member through his pants.

  A woman with black, shaggy hair stepped into the house and froze. She wore a leather corset that hugged her narrow waist and lifted her generous, and very bare, breasts. Taking in Eden, her mouth dropped open. Her gaze fell to his hand, and a grin crossed her darkly gorgeous face. Then she turned and called out the door. "Go back to your own house, girls. I'm tired."

  Footsteps on the stairs, and the girl's voices and mischievous giggles sound through the air, then faded as they moved away from the house.

  Jezebel held her breath.

  "Well, what do we have here?" Lucinda said, an obscene smile crossing her strawberry lips. "It's my old friend, Eden. And no longer a hideous troll."

  Eden didn't say anything, but a moan breached his lips.

  "You look so delicious, Eden. I've missed you. However did you manage to break the spell?"

  Jezebel quaked in fear beneath the table. If Lucinda saw her under there, she would definitely be cursed. Perhaps turned into a parrot, or a troll, or a doorknob, or who knew what? Her mind spun dizzily, trying to find a way to get out from under the table, steal a plum, and then escape the wicked witch's cabin.