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

by Melinda DuChamp

  "How did you turn back into this gorgeous piece of man-meant, hmm?" she asked again.

  Jezzy strained her ears to hear how Eden would answer.

  "Love," he said.

  "Love?"

  "I… love you, Lucinda. I think I always have."

  The witch cackled. "You don't love me. You're just afraid of me."

  "Not true! The first thing I thought of when I realized that your curse was broken, lovely Lucinda, was that you're the one I want to make love to. Your wild hair. Your spikey nipples. Your vicious whip. You're the one I've always wanted. And now I want you more than ever!"

  Yes! Jezzy smiled. Keep going.

  "Really?"

  "I've been a naughty, naughty boy. Just look at how turned-on I am," he said.

  Jezebel watched in horror as Lucinda's spiked heeled boots approached the table.

  "I've always been fond of this table, Eden. I've fantasized about you taking me on it, many times."

  "Dirty bitch!" Jezzy heard Ollie squawk. "Under the table!"

  Jezzy's heart drilled against her ribcage. Shut up you idiot bird!

  "No, Ollie. Not under the table. You won't be able to see us. I want Eden to give it to me on top of the table."

  Jezebel clenched her teeth and prayed that Lucinda wouldn't find her. That blasted bird kept screeching, "Dirty Bitch! Under the table!"

  "Oh, shut up, you nitwit! I'm busy." Lucinda leaned a hip on the edge of the table, her long legs spread. Looking up from her hiding place, Jezzy could see the witch wore no panties. And that she was neatly shaved and very wet.

  "Come here, you bad boy."

  Eden slowly approached.

  "What are you afraid of, hotsuff? That I'll curse you again if you don't perform to my satisfaction?"

  "It has crossed my mind," he said.

  "Well, then. You'd better perform to my satisfaction. Lift me onto the table."

  "Yes, Mistress." Eden did as she said, his powerful legs and straining fly right in front of Jezzie.

  Lucinda's delicate hands came into view and untied the rope holding up Eden's pants. The tattered garment fell to the floor, revealing his erection. Then suddenly he cried out, and milky liquid spurted on the floor in front of Jezebel.

  "That wasn't good, Eden. Not good at all." Lucinda's voice was edged with rage.

  "Forgive me, lovely Lucinda. You are so beautiful, I couldn't help it!"

  "Come here."

  Eden moved closer to Lucinda, his pants around his knees. His limp member simply hung, as if asleep.

  Now they'd be found out for sure!

  Jezzy bit her bottom lip, thinking of what she could possibly do.

  "Lucinda," Eden said. "Let me pleasure you, first. You are so beautiful, I'm certain that your taste will arouse me again. I'm overwhelmed and... Intimated by your loveliness."

  "Excellent idea, Eden. But then, you'd better be ready. Or I'll be forced to turn you into a Porta-Potty."

  "A Porta-Potty?"

  "No pressure," the witch said, cackling.

  Eden knelt so that his face was between Lucinda's legs, and close enough to see Jezebel hiding in the shadows beneath the table. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to her. His eyes were round with fear.

  Wait!

  Jezzy had an idea! An inspired idea! An inspired and pretty damn hot idea!

  She quietly crawled forward. Gesturing with her hand for Eden to begin his work on Lucinda, she leaned in and took Eden into her mouth.

  He responded immediately, hardening, growing. A moan of desire came from his throat as Jezebel moved her mouth over his shaft, taking him deep down into her throat and coming back up, sucking the head of his manhood, then circling it with her tongue.

  "Mmmmmmm," Eden murmured. "Mmmmmmm."

  "Suck it! Suck it!" Ollie opined.

  "Ooooh yes," Lucinda moaned. "You obviously like my taste, Eden. I'm pleased." Her voice was throaty with arousal.

  Jezebel continued, licking, sucking, now fingering his balls, gently kneading as she worked his steely length. Her body flushed with erotic excitement, and her abdomen tightened with tension. Jezzy felt herself grow wet, and she moved one finger over her sweet spot, swirling her finger as tiny bursts of pleasure shot through her belly. Almost cried out, then remembered Lucinda, who was moaning loudly on the table above her.

  She wanted Eden inside of her so badly! She ached for it. Perhaps just for a minute. She was sure it wouldn't take her longer, so aroused was she. She felt like she could come any second.

  She pulled her mouth away, and felt Eden's manhood thrust against her lips, chasing her mouth. Turning around, she positioned herself on all fours and backed into him as she'd done to the doorknob. Only this time, she tilted her hips up, opening herself, pushing at his stiff rod.

  Still working Lucinda with his mouth, Eden thrust his hips forward, sheathing himself in Jezzy.

  She tightened around him, feeling him slide to the hilt. She was so excited, so wet.

  Eden began a slow thrust, and Jezzy used her elbows to prop herself up, matching him stroke for stroke as she moved her hips in time with his. She arched her back, her nipples grazing the floor. His balls slapped her with each hard thrust. The position made the magic eggs go into overdrive, and Jezzy felt herself quivering with the beginnings of an orgasm. Eden's manhood rubbed over it, and he shuddered and hardened inside of her.

  "Oh!" Eden moaned, his words muffled. "Oh that's fantastic!"

  "Yes! I am fantastic!" Lucinda's cries became louder. "I want you inside me!"

  Oh no! Jezzy moved her hips faster, focusing on the sensations and feeling her hot, slick channel tightening with the first orgasmic contraction. The pleasure was blinding, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Spasms moved through her and her body flushed with heat.

  "Now, Eden!" Lucinda cried. "Or I swear you'll be the newest toilet at Lollapalooza!"

  Eden pulled out of Jezzy, who was still enjoying the last pulsations of her pleasure. She watched from underneath as he stood, his erection long and swinging and glistening with her juices. He grasped Lucinda's hips and shoved his full length into her. Lucinda's legs encircled his waist and her cries became one long scream.

  Now! Grab the plum and get out of here before they finish! Jezzy thought. She moved to the other side of the table, then crept out from beneath it.

  The bowl of plums was right next to Lucinda's head.

  Eden watched her with panicked eyes. He reached out and grasped Lucinda's hands and yanked her into a sitting position.

  "Hey!" she yelled. "I was really close, you dimwit!"

  "I want to see your beautiful face up close as you release, Lucinda."

  "Ooooh. Well, then. That's just fine."

  Eden gestured urgently at Jezzy from behind Lucidna's back.

  Jezzy wasted no time. She snatched a plum, then ducked beneath the table.

  "On second thought," she heard Eden say. "I want to see your gorgeous back. I want to take you from behind, like an animal." He let out a growl.

  Lucinda giggled. "Eden, you are a wild, dirty dog!"

  "Dirty dog! Dirty dog!" yelled Ollie.

  Jezzy waited as Lucinda's feet came down upon the floor and faced her. Eden's feet came around Lucinda's and his legs bent as he slipped into place and jammed his shaft home.

  "Ooooh yeeeessss!" Lucinda cried. "Yeeeesss!"

  Jezzy snuck out from beneath the table once more, passing Lucinda and Eden's legs. Gripping the plum in her hand and hoping that Lucinda wouldn't turn around, she quietly tip-toed to the door.

  She turned back toward Eden, who nodded at her, his expression ecstatic.

  "Did you like being a troll?" Lucinda said.

  "Yes, Lucinda."

  "Call me Mistress."

  "Yes, Mistress!"

  "When we're done I'm going to turn you into a goat. A horny goat."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  "Do you really love me?"

  "I love you, Mistress."

  Jezebel
studied his face, his excitement at sex with Lucinda plain as day, and realized he might actually be telling the truth.

  And why wouldn't he be? How many wrong guys had Jezzy fallen in love with? Apparently Eden and Lucida had some sort of S/m thing going on. Maybe this was a game they'd been playing for a long time.

  She thought about that for a moment. All her life Jezzy had been searching for love. And she had loved men. But it hadn't been enough. Love alone didn't make for a good relationship.

  But if there was more than love, if there was also mutual affection and appreciation and trust and respect, and if she could stop being so selfish, so needy, and instead find fulfillment meeting the needs of another, and trust him to do the same for her, then maybe she could find her happy ever after.

  It was certainly something to think about.

  Jezebel crept out the door to the sound of Ollie shrieking "Give it to her! Give it to her!"

  As Jezzy made her way past the cottage, she noticed three young women, identical to one another, heading down a path toward a stream. Each was shaped like an hourglass, with pumpkin orange ringlets framing apple cheeks and beatific smiles. Robin Goodfellow was lounging on an old, fallen tree, stroking his enormous manhood, wearing nothing but a grin. The girls giggled as they approached him, their dimpled bottoms jiggling merrily.

  Robin spotted her and winked, beckoning her to join them.

  Jezzy smiled and shook her head and continued into the trees. She'd had enough excitement for a little while. But Jack was right. The triplets were adorable!

  Back at Pan's Castle

  Jezzy was certain that she was lost. She'd doubled back the way she'd come, following the twisty vine back through the woods, but she was terrible with direction, and when she'd come to a three pronged fork in the road, she'd chosen the one to the furthest right. On the corner of that road sat a sign which said, "Shortcut to Pan's castle."

  "Well, that certainly makes things easier," she said. "Thank goodness."

  Jezzy followed the path over the moat and to the steps in front of the castle. Lance and Michael were back at their posts on either side of the door, grinning happily.

  "Jezebel," Michael said. "Pan awaits. You flew out of the castle so quickly, he wondered if you would be returning."

  "There was something I needed to do," Jezzy replied.

  "Go on in, Lance said. Pan will be thrilled that you're back. He's been on the verge of tears since you left."

  Jezzy blinked. "Really? Wow."

  "Everyone has missed you. Including my brother and me."

  Michael nodded. "But you look different, Jezebel."

  "Robin took back his feather dress. He's kind of a dick."

  "I meant you look more confident. More at ease," Michael said.

  Lance nodded. "Like you've found a sense of purpose."

  "Well, I suppose I have. You can really tell?"

  The twins nodded. "You were beautiful before. But now you're absolutely radiant. Please, come inside."

  They opened the door and Jezebel stepped into the castle. A soaring, delightful sound was coming from Pan's Syrinx, and as she entered the ball room, Jezebel was greeted with the welcoming sight of an orgy in progress.

  When Pan's amber gaze caught sight of Jezebel, he smiled and called out to her.

  "Jezebel! Welcome back!"

  Jezebel was pleased to see him again, but she also anxiously began to scan the crowd for Jack.

  "Come here, dear girl. You are positively glowing. Where were you?"

  "I needed to go to witch Lucinda's house to get the antidote to break the curse on Jack. You know about his... condition, I assume?"

  The great Prince lowered his horned head. "I do. And were you successful in your quest?"

  "I was," Jezebel responded.

  "Ah. I'm impressed, Jezebel. You ventured to the wicked witch's house, putting aside your fears and throwing yourself into danger for the sake of someone else. You've shown that you are an unselfish person and lover."

  Jezebel smiled. "Thank you. It's been enlightening."

  "Well, this is a fairytale, so why don't you beat the readers over the head with the moral of the story?"

  "I'm afraid I don't have one yet. I've learned that I mustn't be so selfish, and that a good relationship requires mutual understanding and patience. Both partners must be loving, trusting, and caring, and they must appreciate and respect one another."

  "Wow," Pan said. "And you found all of that out in just seventy pages, in between all of those lengthy smut scenes?"

  Jezzy nodded.

  "But you said you haven't found the moral yet."

  Much as she liked talking to Pan, and being in his company (even though at that moment it was a bit placating), she really needed to keep her promise and help Jack.

  "Well, the story isn't quite over," Pan said when she didn't respond. "So until then, I grant you one wish. Anything you like. Do you have a wish?"

  "I do," Jezebel answered.

  Pan tilted his head to the side. "And what is that, pretty Jezebel?"

  "I want for you to turn Syrinx back into a mermaid so that she can go back to the moat, where she belongs."

  Pan's eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth dropped open. "But my Syrinx, it's what I use to bring people happiness and arousal."

  "You can do that with any instrument. Happiness and arousal comes from within. You've taught me that yourself, Pan. You know this to be true. You need to let go of your selfishness and release Syrinx back to her sisters."

  Pan lowered his horned head and thought for a long moment. "Very well." He snapped his fingers and the Syrinx vanished, replaced by a lovely, red haired mermaid sitting on his lap.

  "Syrinx, you are beautiful," Pan said, a tear slipping from his eye.

  She slapped Pan's face, hard. "You are a very naughty prince!"

  He nodded. "Indeed I am."

  A sly smile crossed the lips of the mermaid. She gently caressed the prince's cheek where she'd slapped him. "But I like it. I have needs that I demand you see to."

  Pan grinned. "Of course."

  "Allow me to blow you for a while, my prince."

  She immediately began to devour Pan's engorged member.

  Jezebel turned toward the crowd and searched for Jack, and then found him at the back of the room, a gentle smile on his face.

  Jezebel felt her heart swell. It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known before. It was more than affection or trust or respect or even love.

  It's need. I need him.

  She turned around, lifting her arms into the air, and fell backwards into the crowd. A multitude of hands and arms broke her fall, and began moving her from the stage toward Jack.

  When she finally reached Jack, the hands set her down in front of him. She held out the plum before Jack and said, "I just want you to know that if this plum doesn't work, I'll still keep my promise. I'm not going to give up on you, ever."

  "No one has ever gone to such lengths for me, Jezebel." His eyes became glassy. "I love you."

  "But do you need me?" she said, hopeful.

  Because that was indeed the moral of the story. Two people could like each other, respect each other, trust each other, and love each other. But it was only when they needed each other that the relationship could truly work.

  "Yes, I do, Jezebel. I need you."

  "Oh, Jack."

  "I need you like the trees need the sunshine, and fish need water, and deer need salt licks, and—"

  "Just shut up and take a bite," Jezebel said.

  She held the plum to his lips, and Jack scowled. "Smells like cat piss."

  "But it works!" Jezzy said. "Now take a bite!"

  Jack hesitated, then plugged his nose with one hand and brought the plum to his mouth with the other. He took a large bite.

  "Mmmmm," he said, juice dribbling down his chin. "It's delicious!"

  Jezebel watched as his erection grew.

  "It's working!" he said. "I can feel again!"


  Jack threw the plum aside and pushed Jezebel up against a wall, lifting her bottom high as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ooooh. Jack!"

  She cried out as he entered her, sliding in deep. "Oooh my!"

  Jack hiked Jezzy higher up on the wall, and ground against her mound as he thrust into her. He moved painfully slowly, pausing to grind erotic, delicious circles onto her wet pussy, and then moving up and down, dipping his pelvis upward with fast, bullet-like movements.

  Jezebel felt like she was in heaven, and she looked deep into Jack's eyes and captured his lips in a long, dreamy kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as he gazed back at her, locking her in the moment with him. She moved her hands over his back as he thrust into her, then slowed and pressed his pubic bone against her clit, his cock dancing inside her.

  She locked her ankles more tightly together and squeezed her eyes shut as the climax began shivering within her.

  "Look at me, Jezebel," he grunted. "What do you see?"

  Jezzy searched Jack's eyes. "I see a man who loves me."

  "Yes," he whispered. "And do you know what I see?"

  "What," Jezzy heard herself say, as if from far away. The sensations were taking over, and it was hard for her to hold off much longer. "What do you see?"

  "I see a woman who loves herself," Jack said, and smiled.

  Realization dawned on Jezzy just as her orgasm began taking over her body. Yes! That had been it along. She loved herself enough to be able to love others, and allow others to actually love her back.

  Selfishness was not self-love. It was blindness.

  Now she could see! For the first time in her life, she felt love and felt loved.

  And boy, did she love feeling loved. Her body shuddered and she quivered against Jack as a blinding orgasm sang through her. Every cell came alive, and she felt as if she were bursting. As she rode the climax, she saw Jerry, the mischievous forest imp, thrusting into Peony on the stage. She was on all fours, her head bobbing on Robin, who stood before her. Nerah was restrained on the velvet sofa, enjoying one in a line of suitors awaiting their turn.

  In fact, everyone was engaged in some kind of sexual play.

  Except for Pan, who sat back on his throne, finally looking utterly and completely spent, his erection at half-mast.

  "I'm not done with you yet, Pan!" Syrinx said, standing on his arm rests and grinding her pelvis into his face. "Play me!"