She was cursed to sleep for 100 years. Nobody said she had to wake up a virgin.
Once upon a time, four forest fairies saved a kingdom by doing what they do best—each other. Their magic runs on pleasure, their rituals are wet and wild, and their solution to the queen’s barren womb involves positions that would make the court blush.
Semina grows as temptation made flesh. Now she’s nineteen, golden-haired, and absolutely feral. Raised by her fairy godmothers in the woods, Semina has no interest in royal gowns or courtly manners. She prefers bare feet, bare skin, and an endless appetite for the men she finds on the road.
But curses don’t wait forever.
Fate comes to claim her, and the kingdom falls silent. Bodies freeze mid-desire. Time itself bends. And deep within a thorn-choked castle, a sleeping girl lies waiting…
Enter Prince Cassian: handsome, arrogant, and exactly the kind of reckless fool who sees a naked, sleeping princess and thinks, “Nice.”
He fucks her first. Then he kisses her.
This is not the fairytale you were told.
Sleeping Beauty was never this wicked.
Sleeping Beauty Retold is a filthy, funny, fairy tale for adults who want their happily-ever-after with a side of face-sitting, fisting, and zero shame. All characters are over 18. All taboos are on the table.
Length: 15,000+ words.
‘YES, CHARLES, YES! Fuck me! Do it! Make me a mother!’ The queen screamed.
The king puffed on top of her. He bathed his wife with his sweat. His hairy belly rubbed against her soft stomach. They were both young, but a life of indulgence and wine made them round and jiggly.
He bounced on top of her. The rolls hugging their midsections almost got in the way of the penetration, but the tip of his cock managed to reach her cervix. His hairy balls smashed against her bushy flaps. The sounds of heavy, sweaty flesh colliding echoed through the upper hallways of the palace.
Everyone knew they were trying for a kid. They had roamed far and wide in search of a cure. The king’s cock worked, despite the drinking, and the queen’s vagina was young and untouched by another man.
Four wise fairies had attested to that, and damned be all the rumors circling around the castle. Those rumors also made the queen’s position very shaky. If she had done the unspeakable and had other men fill her womb with semen, resulting in no pregnancy, it meant that the problem was in her, and the king had a reason to divorce her.
She was doing her best to destroy those rumors, and she swore that she spread her legs only for her husband. The people who claimed otherwise had the tendency to just vanish.
They found those four ladies during their travels. They practiced ancient, forest magic and looked the part. They smelled of dirt, moss, and sweat. They wore rags and walked barefoot. They clearly had no undergarments, and people got accustomed to the view of their bare backsides, saggy titties, and wild bushes. They didn’t flaunt the goods willingly, but the rags were so old were decaying on their bodies. The holes were big enough to expose the grimy flesh below.
Having those four, with their smell and look, as witnesses during their love session was going to be a challenge, according to the queen. But her husband was drilling her like a demon. He held the wooden frame above her head and slammed his dick deep inside her. His eyes failed to meet hers. The man was looking beyond the foot of the bed. She couldn’t see what was keeping his attention, but she knew the four ladies were there.
Charles was watching them sitting on the floor with spread legs. The skirts were flipped, and their hands were massaging each other’s clits. Not one of the women was pleasuring herself. Each had her fingers entangled in the intimate hair of her neighbor. They had created this obscene pussy rubbing circle for the king’s viewing pleasure.
They were all older than him. All in their forties at least, meaning they were ancient. But their open sexuality and lack of shame did things to his mind. For a man born in privilege and pampered tastes, seeing women so raw and exposed filled his cock with enthusiasm he no longer felt toward his wife.
Francesca was a pleasant lay in the beginning of their marriage, but two years had passed, and at the ripe old age of twenty-one, she was losing her appeal with each passing day. Those four had awakened the desire and lust in him. They were true to their words. They have given this couple magic.
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