E.S. Sayde's Sleeping Beauty - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The king and queen were grateful to the good faery for averting their daughter's death, but seeking to spare her even the misfortune of enchanted slumber they ordered that all spinning wheels throughout the kingdom were to be destroyed. Only one was spared, kept locked up in the royal dungeons, and that was to be used to educate their youngest daughter on the danger such devices posed to her. With these precautions taken the evil faery's dire prophecy seemed simple enough to avoid, and slowly but surely it was almost forgotten.

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Many years went by, and the kingdom's prosperity grew. The daughters of the king and queen all grew into stunningly beautiful young women. However, none of them were so lovely to look upon as Aurora, for each of the blessings that the faeries had placed upon her were fulfilled. Her unblemished, milky white skin was as soft and flawless as silk. Hair the colour of spun gold and dawn sunlight cascaded down her back in gentle curls, stopping just above a rear so voluptuous that it could bring goddesses to tears of envy. Her perfectly formed breasts thrust out above her flat stomach like a mountain range, each capped with a large, pinkish nipple that seemed to push themselves through whatever garments she wore. A hundred men fantasising for a hundred years could not have invented a creature of such physical and erotic perfection.

Indeed she was so breathtakingly, cock-hardening and cunt-moisteningly beautiful that none who saw her could fail to love her, and soon she came to be known to her admirers only as Beauty.

Even the king and queen doted on her unreservedly, praising her as their miracle child and accommodating her wishes wherever they could.

Perhaps the only people in the kingdom who did not adore the very ground that Aurora walked on were the palace staff, whose lives Aurora invariably made a misery with her constant whining and teasing, and her sisters.

The other princesses looked almost plain in comparison, and Aurora was never loath to remind them of that fact. She seemed to enjoy the glares of anger and envy that her siblings shot her as she moved around the castle, flirting with nobles and guards alike. Indeed it came to pass that by the time Aurora was of an age to wed none of her elder sisters had yet managed to secure a husband, for no prince or lord would ever chose them while there was still the slightest chance they might have the alluring Beauty.

One day there came a knock at Aurora's chamber door. Sighing pleasurably to herself, she rose from the sex-soaked quagmire that served as her bed and strutted across the room to answer it. She had just spent her afternoon, and most of her morning, getting fucked silly by one of the more passionate princes currently visiting her parents caught. The young man had left her quarters not five minutes ago, but no doubt even that brief respite had left him hungry for more. She loved knowing what a powerful effect she had on the men she indulged. They were like dogs, really: always yapping for a treat, and so very easy to tame.

"Forget something," she began in a sultry voice as she swung the door open, but stopped short upon discovering that it was not her latest lover but her sister Maline who had called on her. The two years older princess stood aggressively with her hands planted firmly on her hips, a look of grim determination fixed upon her face. She had short, shoulder length hair the same rich raven black as her father's and the intense, mossy green eyes of her mother. She was skinnier than Aurora, and shorter by half a head, although she somewhat made up for the latter fact by wearing a pair of black, high heeled shoes. A team of attendants had spent the early hours of the morning ruthlessly combing, styling and moulding her hair, painstakingly making up her face and carefully selecting her outfit according to the season and weather , all in order to make her look as radiant, regal and alluring as possible.

By contrast her younger sister wore not a stitch of clothing and had made no move to cover her mostly. Not that she could cover those ugly great udders, Maline thought viciously as she regarded the expanse of Aurora bust. Her own breasts were pert and, she personally thought, perfectly proportioned, but the hungry, gormless looks men got when they caught sight of her sister's chest got on her nerves. Aurora's hair was ruffled and unmade, and her naked flesh was slick with the sweat of sex. A stray shot of white seed was drying on her right cheek. On anyone else it would have looked lurid, trashy even, but of course on her it somehow took on an allure that far outshone Maline's own outfit.

Maline had never liked her little sister much, even as children, and had always done her best to stay out of her sibling's way. She knew that her mother and father would always take Aurora's side in any argument, and had been content to let the spoiled little brat have her way while she demurely took her lessons, mastering the arts of music, political discussion and social niceties. Ultimately, she would the one ruling a kingdom while Aurora would be left on the scrap heap, reduced to no more than some old king's live-in cumrag.

Then their bodies had begun to develop properly, and somehow Maline had found herself pushed to one side as men from all across the land came to declare their undying love to her bitch of a little sister. The girl still knew little of politics, or history, and nor could she sing or play music, but strangely those topics of conversation never seemed to come up when she was around. The men who flocked around her were more interested in boasting of their own skills and prowess than trying to discover if there was anything more to the princess than her beauty. It was all so unfair!

And this was the last straw. This was time they had Words, and she set the little whore right about a few things.

"Sister dearest," Aurora said, syrup dripping from her words. "What a surprise? To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Maline coughed and tried to resist the urge to lower her eyes from her sister's gaze. Her very presence seemed to squeeze some of the fury out of her. It was the way she held herself, somehow. It radiated that she was beautiful and you were not, that she was important and you were something unpleasant she had discovered on the sole of her shoe, and that you should feel terrible for simply taking up some of her valuable time with your irrelevant existence... but Maline had dealt with that since she was a little girl, and it wasn't enough to fully quench the anger raging in her heart. "I'd rather speak privately. Can I come in? Please?" she added quickly. She wouldn't be able to live it down if the brat called her out for lack of politeness.

Aurora smiled sweetly. "Oh of course, be my guest." She turned and led Maline back into her room, the latter's nostril's flaring at the heavy fug of sex and cum that enveloped the room. Disgusting, she tried to sneer to herself, but a small, shameful part of her craved the heady mix. If only her own chamber were so well used.

"So, what did you want to see me about?" A little of the cloying warmth in her voice had vanished, replaced with a barely perceptible hint of condescension.

Maline crossed her arms and thrust out her chin. "I've just seen Roland coming out of your room," she huffed, trying to keep her voiced filled with fierce, justified anger rather than letting her heartache show. "Again! Aurora, I told you how I felt about him last time… how we felt about each other. And you said you've leave him alone!"

"I said I'd think about it," the princess corrected, her smile never leaving her lips. "I thought about it, and I decided not to." She let out a small giggle. "Oh come on, how could I resist? Have you even felt his cock? Hah, no, I'd imagine not," she added, a grin slipping across her features. "You never were much of a closer, were you?"

Maline clenched her teeth. "T-that's none of your fucking business!"

Aurora laughed. "Besides, I did leave him alone. He was the one who came to me on bended knees, telling me that no one could compare to me, that he was devoted to me." As she spoke her hand slipped between her legs ad she began to absentmindedly run a finger up and down her still swollen slit. "Going on and on about how I completed him, how much he adored me, how perfect my tits were." She paused, and gave Maline a provocative smirk. "It's not my fault if you can't keep your boyfriend satisfied, is it?"

"Of course it's your fault!" she almost exploded, her hands curling into fists until she felt sure her nails would draw blood. "Don't you dare take that line! You could have said no! You have enough manwhores around to fuck without involving him don't you?"

Aurora's smile broadened as she watched her sister's obvious discomfort. "I could," she conceded. "But why should I have to? He wanted me. I wanted his dick. Why should I give up my pleasure for someone who hasn't even managed to get him into bed?" she asked pityingly, her azure eyes shining with enjoyment as Maline's lip trembled furiously.

"But that's not all this is about, is it?" she hissed, eyes blazing. "You're doing this deliberately. You know perfectly well that every noble in the next twenty kingdoms wants you, so why do you have to go after the only men we actually care about!? You promised you wouldn't sneak about behind Irene's back with Sir Cuthbert last week and I saw you sucking him off in the rose garden yesterday."

Aurora laughed. "My my, you're not a voyeur are you sister dear? I kept my promise, I'm not sneaking behind her back. That would suggest I cared enough about the ugly little cunt to hide it. Quite frankly she doesn't deserve a man, let alone one as cute as that. If she wants to torture herself she's always welcome to watch. It'll probably be the only way she ever gets to see a guy cum."

Maline growled. "You're an utter bitch Aurora! You're- you're pathetic! And I'm telling mother and father that-"

She was cut off by a harsh slap across her face. The shock startled her into silence more than the sudden explosion of heat and pain in her cheek. No matter how vindictive, greedy or emotionally abusive her brat of a sister acted, she had never gone so far as to raise a hand to her own family before.

Aurora seized a handful of Maline's dark hair and yanked her painfully forwards until they were face to face. "Of course you won't you pathetic little bitch," she said softly, all traces of her former warmth and playfulness gone. "If you were going to then you'd have already done it." Maline's limbs felt numb. Distantly she realized she should be tearing herself away, but she was startled enough that her sister's words kept her paralysed. "Because we both know what would happen if you did, right?" she sneered, a cruel, gloating smile twisting the corners of her lips. "They'd never believe you. Their own daughter, and they wouldn't believe. Everyone knows that beautiful, sexy princesses are true and pure of heart," she drawled. "They'd think you were jealous because you couldn't keep your boyfriend in the sack. They'd be so… disappointed. Poor little plain, ugly Maline. Oh, fuck." With that exclamation Aurora leant in and locked their lips together, aggressively thrusting her tongue into her elder sister's mouth.

That broke the spell, such as it was, and Maline pulled herself back with a startled cry, twisting and turning her head to tear her hair from Aurora's grip. She broke free and tried to stumble towards the door, but another vicious slap across her face disorientated her enough for Aurora to seize hold of her and drag her back. "Don't you dare run away you little slut," she growled, a ferocity in her voice that Maline had never heard before. "Not after getting me so worked up." She pulled at her roughly, tearing off her clothing as she fought to escape, and pushed her down onto the bed, using her own bodyweight to keep the struggling woman pinned. "How does it feel, being so inconsequential?" she murmured as Maline jerked frantically beneath her. "Living in the shadows. I can't even imagine how dreadful it must be to be you." She gave a laugh as light and sweet and music.

As Maline screamed and rocked beneath her she gradually crawled up her body until she was sitting vertically on her sister's chest, grinning malevolently down at her. She wasn't worried about the noise. She had chosen the room careful for its remoteness, and in any case the staff who passed by her door were well used to the sounds of rough fucking coming from within.

"I'm going to give you a little treat, Mal" she said gleefully in a playful, sickeningly sweet tone. "A gift to make up for being such a bad sister. Since you're probably not going to get a taste of Roland's cum straight from the source for years, I'll let you have the honour of licking his spunk from my pussy," she grinned, reaching down to massage her slit. The mixed traces of her arousal and his released were mingled on her puffy lips, and as she nudged one to the side of droplet of white emerged and dribbled down onto Maline's chest.

Her sister was slowly beginning to stop thrashing about as she realized that no amount of strength was about to budge Aurora, but she gave a shiver of disgust as the cooling second-hand cum dripped onto her. She had dreamed for months of the magic moment when Roland would finally declare their love in public, would come to her bedchamber and make deep, passionate love to her. Never in a million years would she have imaged that the first sensation she would have of his jizm would be feeling it drip from her younger sister's freshly fucked cunt. "Get off me!" she yelled, but all the anger had gone from her voice, leaving only naked fear. The situation was impossible, unreal. There was no way any of this could be happening.

"Not interested?" Aurora drawled with the hint of a giggle. "How rude, sister dear. Don't you know there are hundreds of men who would beg and plead on their knees for the slightest taste of me?" She slipped a finger inside herself and licked her lips pleasurably. "I know, I've made them do it. Even your beloved Roland. I made him crawl and kiss my feel before I allowed his tongue to enter me."

Maline let out an unintelligible moan of grief and rage, and moving quickly Aurora twisted herself around and slid her drooling twat over her sister's open mouth. Leaning forwards, she placed her hands upon Maline's legs, continuing to keep her securely pinned to the sex-stained sheets as the woman struggled beneath her. "Mmmm, that's it," she moaned. "Scream into my cunt. Get your tongue nice and deep. I want every last drop of your boyfriend's sperm down your throat before we're done."

Maline was struggling more in panic than desperation now. With her sister's sudden shift in position her airways had been cut off just after she's emptied a lungful of air, and her throat was burning with need. Desperately she inhaled the heavy scent of Aurora's wet sex, but she couldn't draw in enough oxygen to sate her body's demands. Surely her sister must realize what she was going through? Her heartbeat was hammering in her ears and if Aurora had been speaking the sound was lost in the rushing blood. No amount of erratic movement could shift her crushing bodyweight. There seemed only one thing left to do to have any hope of staving off suffocation. Maline thrust her tongue up between her lips and into her sisters, feeling her soul shrivel as she did so.

For a few perilous seconds Aurora seemed content to let her bedfellow expire, merely grinding her sopping wet cunt back and forth across her face. Then she shifted slightly, and Maline gratefully took a deep gulp of air, only to find her mouth full of juices as Aurora slammed her drooling twat back down against her mouth.

"Good girl, sis. That's it, mmm. Maybe you're more suited to lapping pussy than slurping cock? I can't wait to tell Roland all about this." She let out a deep, pleasurable moan as she continued to rub herself back and forth across her elder sister's face. Her tonguework was truthfully pretty basic, but the humiliation of the act more than made up for it.

"Keep licking and you get to keep breathing. I wonder... do you think mum and dad would even care if I killed you? I doubt it. I bet I could make up any story I wanted and they'd believe it without question. So long as their favourite is safe, you really mean nothing to them. You know that, right? Of course you do. I've seen it in your eyes often enough when you look at me. That mixture of envy and hatred. Fuck, I can't get enough of it. Keep it up and I just might feel generous enough to let you keep what's left of Roland when I've fucked everything of worth out of him. Of course, you'll always know it's me he's thinking about when he's with you, won't you? About how much better I was? Even when you're married, he'll still always be mine. If I called for him he'd leave you in a heartbeat, just for one more night with me."

Maline was doing her best to let her sister's hateful words wash over her. Getting upset was just what she wanted. Yet she could not stop the flood of hot, stinging tears that began to run down her face, mingling with Aurora's juices and dampening her hair. There was no way she could possible take this to her parents. What would she ever say? Her sister, the miracle child, had raped her? Aurora had spoken true enough. They would assume she was playing some terrible joke, or was simply deranged. Even she couldn't quite believe what she was enduring as her sister continued to drench her face and moan lustfully above her.

Worse still, Aurora was allowing her fewer and fewer gasps of fresh air before needfully slamming her dripping lips back onto her face. She presumed that this was because of her pathetic attempts to stimulate her sister with her tongue, but she had no previous skill or natural imperative to draw on in pleasing the younger woman. She had never found herself attracted to her own gender, and her current experience was doing little to change that. She tried to close her mind to the indignity being forced upon her and to focus on the traces of her beloved Roland's cum as she scooped it forth from her sister's hole, to savour his essence and imagine it was somehow him she was serving, but the fantasy was impossible to maintain. His seed had cooled to an unpleasant lukewarm mess, and each trace of it her tongue discovered only made her stomach churn with disgust and revulsion.

Truthfully, Aurora had never had much interest in women either, but she been swept away in the pleasure of relishing how little her parents would trust her sister's world against her own, and how easy it would be to get away with it. Her gratification was being derived not from any sexual lust for her sister but from the pleasure of subjugating her utterly, of abusing and humiliating her and knowing that there was nothing the inferior whore could do about it. At that thought a fresh electric thrill ran through her and her cunt began to spasm atop Maline's face. She shoved her hand between her legs, moving it back and forth in a blur as she flicked her clit to build the longed for sensation. "DRINK IT YOU PATHETIC WORTHLESS FUCKING-" she cried, but that was as far as she got before her orgasm overtook her and her words dissolved into an indecipherable moan. She exploded over Maline's face, drenching her utterly in a hot shower of girl-cum.

For a little while there was silence broken only by her deep, ragged breaths. Then from below her, shivering through her flesh, she heard and felt the distinct sound of sobbing.

Her cunt twinged.

Maybe just a little longer.

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A month had passed, and Aurora was feeling pleased with the world and herself in particular. She has discovered that her sister Cellie had found herself a new beau, and had seduced the inexperienced prince in near record time. She had let Cellie ‘accidentally' catch them at it in her very own room. The kid hadn't been much of a fuck, but the look on her sister's face when she'd walked in on them would give her masturbation fuel for months to come.

She had spent a pleasant half hour antagonising the kitchen staff by insulting their dishes in minute detail, and after that had found a group of guards to tease. Obviously she would never lower herself so far as to sleep with any mere commoner, but it pleased her none the less to flirt with them and watch their frustrations grow and grow. Especially when she knew them to be married.

To be desired, to be craved like a drug, was everything to her. To be desired so greatly that her mere appearance could destroy bonds of love and fidelity gave her a blissful rush that nothing had ever been able to equal.

She delighted in the power her body gave her, the ways she could tug at mens' strings and have them drooling on their hands and knees for her.

As she had a thousand times before, she unlocked her chamber door and strode inside, but something was different. Just beyond the doorway sat a squat, lumpy shape covered by voluminous white sheet. Some kind of dust cover, from the soot stains on it. A square of cardboard was stuck at one end, and as she reached out to tear it off and discover what type of gift this was she felt a hot sting in her fingertip and a horrible numbness began to seep through her arm. Her limbs suddenly felt as heavy as if they had been carved from marble. She stood swaying for a few seconds, trying to collect her thoughts, to push down the nausea and exhaustion that were suddenly fighting for control of her body. Then she felt, slumping forwards as gracelessly as a felled tree. As she descended her grasping hand just managed to grab hold of the edge of the sheet. With her weight pulling it down the fabric was yanked to the side, not completely pulling free from the object but uncovering it enough for the downed princess to clearly seethe treadle and drive wheel of a spinning wheel.

Continued in Chapter 3 (coming soon)

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