And Serve Me Well 2/2 (Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent/Aurora)ardentintoxJanuary 2 2012, 09:49:07 UTC
"You fool!" she says, throwing back her head and laughing yet again. "By owning you, I own every part of you, including your betrothal!" She's never had a plan go so well. "And even if that were untrue, anyone wishing to challenge me is in the castle, asleep! I think we should pay her a visit, don't you?" With some mumbled rhymes she gags him and spirits him with her to the tower where Aurora is sleeping.
She waves her staff to reattach him to the wall - she certainly doesn’t want him escaping, not before she’s had her fun. She saunters up to him and trails a finger along his jawline. “Watch, oh prince. You might even enjoy this.” She ignores Phillip’s muffled oaths to the contrary as she walks to Aurora’s bed. Leaning the staff against the wall, she runs her hands over Aurora’s dress, admiring the fine collarbone and shoulders exposed by the neckline of the gown. She grips the fabric between two slim hands and rips, exposing the breasts beneath, and for once admires the Good Fairies’ work. Flora has indeed outdone herself in creating perfect beauty. She rips again, up from the hem of the skirt, and touches the smooth skin once before remembering the prince. One never devour too quickly, or one loses the delight in the eating.
She picks up the staff and waves it once, splitting Phillip’s tunic and hose down the center. She looks somewhat appreciatively at his chest and other parts before turning back to the princess again.
She straddles the princess, still clothed, letting her cloak glide across the creamy curves, and pinches Aurora’s nipples, sucking on them, getting them hard. She nibbles and bites her way down, deliberately leaving bruises, because she loves gloating even though she knows she’s won. She reaches the golden patch of curls, and runs two slim fingers along her folds before plunging them in. Aurora whimpers in her sleep. She grows louder as Maleficent pumps in and out of her, brushing her thumb against her clit, twisting her nipples with her other hand. Aurora bucks her hips, and if she were not magically compelled, she would be awake.
Her scream as she comes is perfectly pitched.
But Maleficent is not content, and pushes Aurora’s legs apart further. She presses her mouth to Aurora’s core and licks, drawing more whimpers, more moans. Aurora has never experienced such pleasure, and in her dreams she does not know where it comes from or why it suddenly seems too much. It begins to turn to a terrible mix of pleasure and pain, and her dream is turning nightmarish and yet she can’t seem to wake up. She thrashes, only to feel - somewhat distantly - as if she is being pinned down, and that only makes her fight harder.
Maleficent turns to Phillip, and sees that he is painfully hard, oozing already with excitement. And yet she knows that he can’t be enjoying himself too much, because despite seeing his betrothed writhing in ecstasy, there is still a sense of wrongdoing and injustice that he must see fixed. She grins.
“Come, Phillip,” she says, reaching for her staff. “You’ll see what you, by losing, miss: a princess never woken by true love’s kiss, and instead left to be my toy; come, you may have a few moment’s joy.” Her words lift Phillip by his chains, and he is hoisted into the air and lowered between Aurora’s legs, which are now held apart by magic bonds.
Phillip is weeping into his gag as he breaches her, and feels the guilt weigh heaver with every thrust and every spark of pleasure. But he can’t seem to stop himself. Aurora is sure that she is being ridden by a mære, which is pressing on her chest and stabbing her with that horrible mix of pain and pleasure.
Maleficent sees Phillip’s face tense, and she waves the staff to freeze him mid-thrust. She pulls him out and wraps her hand around his penis. “Remember this: I own you,” she says, as she begins to stroke him. “I control everything, even this.” He spills himself on the bed as his chains drag him back to the wall.
“We have plenty of time until you are hard again,” says Maleficent, conjuring a phallus of her own. “I have Hell at my beck and call and time is mine to command. I will take everything that once was yours.”
Phillip’s softened screams provide a lovely counterpoint to Aurora’s moans as she brings her to climax once again.
Re: And Serve Me Well 2/2 (Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent/Aurora)ardentintoxJanuary 11 2012, 05:05:50 UTC
Thank you! I added the rhyming speech because I rewatched the movie for research and noticed that the fairies actually need to rhyme to work magic. It was a pain in the ass to write, though. XD
She waves her staff to reattach him to the wall - she certainly doesn’t want him escaping, not before she’s had her fun. She saunters up to him and trails a finger along his jawline. “Watch, oh prince. You might even enjoy this.” She ignores Phillip’s muffled oaths to the contrary as she walks to Aurora’s bed. Leaning the staff against the wall, she runs her hands over Aurora’s dress, admiring the fine collarbone and shoulders exposed by the neckline of the gown. She grips the fabric between two slim hands and rips, exposing the breasts beneath, and for once admires the Good Fairies’ work. Flora has indeed outdone herself in creating perfect beauty. She rips again, up from the hem of the skirt, and touches the smooth skin once before remembering the prince. One never devour too quickly, or one loses the delight in the eating.
She picks up the staff and waves it once, splitting Phillip’s tunic and hose down the center. She looks somewhat appreciatively at his chest and other parts before turning back to the princess again.
She straddles the princess, still clothed, letting her cloak glide across the creamy curves, and pinches Aurora’s nipples, sucking on them, getting them hard. She nibbles and bites her way down, deliberately leaving bruises, because she loves gloating even though she knows she’s won. She reaches the golden patch of curls, and runs two slim fingers along her folds before plunging them in. Aurora whimpers in her sleep. She grows louder as Maleficent pumps in and out of her, brushing her thumb against her clit, twisting her nipples with her other hand. Aurora bucks her hips, and if she were not magically compelled, she would be awake.
Her scream as she comes is perfectly pitched.
But Maleficent is not content, and pushes Aurora’s legs apart further. She presses her mouth to Aurora’s core and licks, drawing more whimpers, more moans. Aurora has never experienced such pleasure, and in her dreams she does not know where it comes from or why it suddenly seems too much. It begins to turn to a terrible mix of pleasure and pain, and her dream is turning nightmarish and yet she can’t seem to wake up. She thrashes, only to feel - somewhat distantly - as if she is being pinned down, and that only makes her fight harder.
Maleficent turns to Phillip, and sees that he is painfully hard, oozing already with excitement. And yet she knows that he can’t be enjoying himself too much, because despite seeing his betrothed writhing in ecstasy, there is still a sense of wrongdoing and injustice that he must see fixed. She grins.
“Come, Phillip,” she says, reaching for her staff. “You’ll see what you, by losing, miss: a princess never woken by true love’s kiss, and instead left to be my toy; come, you may have a few moment’s joy.” Her words lift Phillip by his chains, and he is hoisted into the air and lowered between Aurora’s legs, which are now held apart by magic bonds.
Phillip is weeping into his gag as he breaches her, and feels the guilt weigh heaver with every thrust and every spark of pleasure. But he can’t seem to stop himself. Aurora is sure that she is being ridden by a mære, which is pressing on her chest and stabbing her with that horrible mix of pain and pleasure.
Maleficent sees Phillip’s face tense, and she waves the staff to freeze him mid-thrust. She pulls him out and wraps her hand around his penis. “Remember this: I own you,” she says, as she begins to stroke him. “I control everything, even this.” He spills himself on the bed as his chains drag him back to the wall.
“We have plenty of time until you are hard again,” says Maleficent, conjuring a phallus of her own. “I have Hell at my beck and call and time is mine to command. I will take everything that once was yours.”
Phillip’s softened screams provide a lovely counterpoint to Aurora’s moans as she brings her to climax once again.
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