FIC: Five Royal Encounters That Never Took Place (Or Did They?)
Title: Five Royal Encounters That Never Took Place (Or Did They?)
Author: Anj (rosesanguina)
Fandom: Disney Princesses
Pairing: Various
Rating: R
Warnings: femmeslash, anthropomorphic sex, bad puns
Summary: Belle is throwing a party at her castle, and the Disney princesses are all invited. Alcohol flows, girly talk turns into more, and shenanigans ensue. Five somewhat-related shorts.
A/N: This was meant to be for yuletide's NYR challenge, but it's too short for that, and I couldn't justify adding anything to it. So instead I shall post it here as is. Thanks to accioayla for the readthrough.
i.
Long red hair slid back over her shoulders as she tipped her head back and moaned, the sound melodious and brilliant, amplified by the cathedral-like ceilings and the arches of the flying buttresses. Slender white fingers tangled tight in thick black hair, and narrow hips jerked forward, grinding against copper-skinned cheeks and chin as she shrieked, a single soprano note, and came. Breathless, she slumped back against the wall as if deprived of her legs, unable to say a word.
'Mmmm,' said Pocahontas, standing and licking her lips. 'You taste really good. Familiar, like...hold on, can't quite think of it...'
Ariel smoothed her skirt down hurriedly and kissed Pocahontas to shut her up. I think maybe, she thought, it's time to see Daddy for a touch-up.
ii.
Beautiful curve of spine and flex of muscle beneath snow-white skin, face shadowed as she dropped her head forward and arched her back, rocking backward and feeling the curious sensation of muscles stretching wide around the girth of a determined, impetuous tongue. The sensuous drag of a long plait against her skin made her shudder, and she tightened her hands in the bedspread, thrusting against that questing, demanding mouth without any thought to what they had told her about being wary of strangers.
Her mouth fell open and she gasped, like a first breath for oxygen-starved lungs, body so tense it was like to shatter like glass and muscles trembling violently as she came. It was a whole new world of feeling, and one she thought she could very easily get used to.
She lifted her head, cheeks flushed the colour of her blood-red lips, ebony-black hair a tangled mess around her face. 'Yeah, okay,' she breathed, looking over her shoulder and into dark, exotic eyes. 'You can eat my apple anytime.'
iii.
Golden hair spread out across the pillow like a sunny halo around her angelic face, blue eyes open wide with amazement and rose-red lips parted on panting, desperate breaths. Smooth white thighs wrapped snugly around a narrow, café-au-lait frame, and slim hips twisted as she thrust down onto sword-callused fingers, one graceful hand tangling in short black hair and pulling. Almond eyes fixed on her face for a moment, then slid shut, white teeth flashing momentarily before they sank into her arched neck, and she cried out at the sharp prick, the maddening sensation of a single drop of blood trickling down her skin enough to trigger a violent, desperate orgasm.
Aurora gasped, flopping bonelessly back against the bed, meeting that dark, inscrutable gaze. 'It's almost too bad you're not a boy after all,' she murmured. 'Because that would have been worth waking up to.'
iv.
Brown eyes rolled back to stare sightlessly up at the ceiling, sharp nails digging into the carved wood of the armchair and sharp teeth digging into her lip as she fought to control herself, to make this last longer than a few seconds. Gloved fingers played over her sensitive ears, down her throat, to pinch sharply at a nipple, and she wailed, the sound drawn out and eerie as it echoed off the book-lined walls.
'Vixen.' The word caressed her ears, somehow sounding simultaneously filthy and awestruck, and she shuddered, clamping her thighs around a silk-clad wrist as fingers moved faster and harder and deeper and she couldn't hold off another moment and she wailed again as she came, splintering the wood beneath her grip.
After a long pause, she blinked her eyes open, looking down with a raised brow as she detangled her hand from the ruined arm of the chair and adjusted her veil. 'You animal,' she purred.
Belle grinned, reaching up to brush a red-furred cheek. 'Funny,' she said. 'That's exactly what my husband always says.'
v.
'You know,' Cinderella said conversationally, though her words were breathless and erratic, 'one gets tired of being on hands and knees scrubbing the floor, and one also gets tired of having people on their knees before one to fit one with silly shoes. It's really quite tedious either way, when you think about it. But somehow, I don't think I could ever get tired of this.'
A face, bright red with furious indignation, looked up at her, puffing up to enormous proportions, and an enormous mouth opened to scream, 'OFF WITH HER H--'
Cinderella grinned and smartly shoved the Queen of Hearts back under her skirts.
Author: Anj (rosesanguina)
Fandom: Disney Princesses
Pairing: Various
Rating: R
Warnings: femmeslash, anthropomorphic sex, bad puns
Summary: Belle is throwing a party at her castle, and the Disney princesses are all invited. Alcohol flows, girly talk turns into more, and shenanigans ensue. Five somewhat-related shorts.
A/N: This was meant to be for yuletide's NYR challenge, but it's too short for that, and I couldn't justify adding anything to it. So instead I shall post it here as is. Thanks to accioayla for the readthrough.
i.
Long red hair slid back over her shoulders as she tipped her head back and moaned, the sound melodious and brilliant, amplified by the cathedral-like ceilings and the arches of the flying buttresses. Slender white fingers tangled tight in thick black hair, and narrow hips jerked forward, grinding against copper-skinned cheeks and chin as she shrieked, a single soprano note, and came. Breathless, she slumped back against the wall as if deprived of her legs, unable to say a word.
'Mmmm,' said Pocahontas, standing and licking her lips. 'You taste really good. Familiar, like...hold on, can't quite think of it...'
Ariel smoothed her skirt down hurriedly and kissed Pocahontas to shut her up. I think maybe, she thought, it's time to see Daddy for a touch-up.
ii.
Beautiful curve of spine and flex of muscle beneath snow-white skin, face shadowed as she dropped her head forward and arched her back, rocking backward and feeling the curious sensation of muscles stretching wide around the girth of a determined, impetuous tongue. The sensuous drag of a long plait against her skin made her shudder, and she tightened her hands in the bedspread, thrusting against that questing, demanding mouth without any thought to what they had told her about being wary of strangers.
Her mouth fell open and she gasped, like a first breath for oxygen-starved lungs, body so tense it was like to shatter like glass and muscles trembling violently as she came. It was a whole new world of feeling, and one she thought she could very easily get used to.
She lifted her head, cheeks flushed the colour of her blood-red lips, ebony-black hair a tangled mess around her face. 'Yeah, okay,' she breathed, looking over her shoulder and into dark, exotic eyes. 'You can eat my apple anytime.'
iii.
Golden hair spread out across the pillow like a sunny halo around her angelic face, blue eyes open wide with amazement and rose-red lips parted on panting, desperate breaths. Smooth white thighs wrapped snugly around a narrow, café-au-lait frame, and slim hips twisted as she thrust down onto sword-callused fingers, one graceful hand tangling in short black hair and pulling. Almond eyes fixed on her face for a moment, then slid shut, white teeth flashing momentarily before they sank into her arched neck, and she cried out at the sharp prick, the maddening sensation of a single drop of blood trickling down her skin enough to trigger a violent, desperate orgasm.
Aurora gasped, flopping bonelessly back against the bed, meeting that dark, inscrutable gaze. 'It's almost too bad you're not a boy after all,' she murmured. 'Because that would have been worth waking up to.'
iv.
Brown eyes rolled back to stare sightlessly up at the ceiling, sharp nails digging into the carved wood of the armchair and sharp teeth digging into her lip as she fought to control herself, to make this last longer than a few seconds. Gloved fingers played over her sensitive ears, down her throat, to pinch sharply at a nipple, and she wailed, the sound drawn out and eerie as it echoed off the book-lined walls.
'Vixen.' The word caressed her ears, somehow sounding simultaneously filthy and awestruck, and she shuddered, clamping her thighs around a silk-clad wrist as fingers moved faster and harder and deeper and she couldn't hold off another moment and she wailed again as she came, splintering the wood beneath her grip.
After a long pause, she blinked her eyes open, looking down with a raised brow as she detangled her hand from the ruined arm of the chair and adjusted her veil. 'You animal,' she purred.
Belle grinned, reaching up to brush a red-furred cheek. 'Funny,' she said. 'That's exactly what my husband always says.'
v.
'You know,' Cinderella said conversationally, though her words were breathless and erratic, 'one gets tired of being on hands and knees scrubbing the floor, and one also gets tired of having people on their knees before one to fit one with silly shoes. It's really quite tedious either way, when you think about it. But somehow, I don't think I could ever get tired of this.'
A face, bright red with furious indignation, looked up at her, puffing up to enormous proportions, and an enormous mouth opened to scream, 'OFF WITH HER H--'
Cinderella grinned and smartly shoved the Queen of Hearts back under her skirts.