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  Edited by Rachel Kenley

  SPELLBOUND: An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales

  A Ravenous Romance™ Once Upon a Time™ Original Publication

  A Ravenous Romance™ Original Publication

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  Spellbound: An Anthology of Erotically Retold Fairy Tales

  Copyright © 2008 by Ravenous Romance

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-071-8

  This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Dedication

  To Holly Schmidt and Lori Perkins,

  who know the magic of a well-told tale.

  Thank you for your passion and inspiration.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Handsome and Petal

  Jo Atkinson

  Sasha and the Seven Rosetti Brothers

  Kelly Wade

  Windrush

  Charlotte Boyett~Compo

  How Red Tamed Her Wolf

  Holly East

  Match

  Devin Salerno

  Letting Her Hair Down

  Ashlyn Chase

  Schumacher and the Elf

  Chase Jeffreys

  Frog

  Suzanne Elizabeth

  Free Falling

  Victoria Lake

  Legs

  Rachel Kenley

  Author bios

  Introduction

  Once upon a time. When those words start a story, the reader knows a fairy tale has begun; as has a chance for imagination to take flight. In these stories, 10 writers re-imagine these classic stories and give them a new, decidedly erotic twist. Some are funny, some dark, but all are exciting and passionate.

  Those who enjoy sensual food and blossoming of love will be taken by “Handsome and Petal,” which tells the story of a very sweet couple tasked with defeating a wicked witch before enjoying a happy ending.

  In “Sasha and the Seven Rosetti Brothers,” Sasha gets her prince; but not without problems from her stepmother and help from seven dwarves running an Italian restaurant.

  We go into the woods for two stories. First is “WindRush,” where beauty and her beast get an interesting and very hot spin. Then in “How Red Tamed Her Wolf,” the wolf gets his… and then Red gets everything she wants.

  For those who like their love bittersweet, we have “The Match.” The little match girl is now a college junior mourning the loss of her soul mate. But has she lost him forever or is there another way for her to be with him? Only by the light of the fire will she know.

  “Letting Her Hair Down” will tickle anyone who likes some laughter mixed in with sexual heat. A trash-talking Rapunzel invites the oh-so-proper prince into her tower room for an afternoon, where she learns about pleasure; and that under his perfect elocution hide some wicked desires.

  Sometimes love isn’t easy. But for Royce, saving the family shoe business is about to become a fantasy come true in “Schumacher and the Elf.” Unfortunately, finding a prince and giving him a much-needed kiss has never been more challenging than it is for Cassandra in “Frog.”

  Fans of Peter Pan will have a new reason to love this story after re-meeting Peter, Wendy and their family in “Free Falling.” Neverland was never this much fun. And finally, the little mermaid discovers she has gotten more than “Legs” when she goes looking for the ultimate pleasure.

  Inside this collection, I hope you will find love, passion, and more than a few happily ever afters. I hope you will enjoy this collection.

  Rachel Kenley

  Handsome and Petal

  By Jo Atkinson

  Once upon a time, a handsome construction worker with a serious sweet tooth walked into a neighborhood bakery near a jobsite and discovered something far more delicious than warm chocolate chip cookies and soft, miniature éclairs. Twice that same afternoon, he returned to drink in the image of the big, beautiful blonde goddess working behind the counter. On the third day, he asked her out on a date and she accepted.

  She was called Lily, after the flower, she quipped, which symbolizes purity. He leaned over the counter, sinful butter cream-slathered cakes displayed in the case beneath. Chirping cartoon birds circled his neat athlete’s haircut and pounding red Valentine hearts replaced his eyes. Brody never considered dating a woman who didn’t slink through life in Size 2 dresses. He’d also never been in love; but when Lily filled a cannoli shell with creamy chocolate filling, wrapped it seductively in wax paper, and snuck it across the counter, on the house, he was smitten. His little petal’s name might mean purity, but the image of her beautiful, pudgy hand around the phallic dessert filled Brody’s head—and pants—with impure thoughts. When he attempted to stand at his full six-foot-two in height, stars replaced the chirpy cartoon birds: His cock had gotten painfully stiff.

  Later that night after a fine, expensive meal and a dessert that normally would have bewitched him, Brody escorted Lily up the stairs to her second-story apartment. He was enthralled by the bounce of her breasts and the hot, round caboose he caught himself staring at over the course of the date, wondering what secret pleasures were hidden within her denim skirt. Every morning before work—and usually twice a night after first wandering into the bakery where Lily toiled—Brody masturbated to increasingly decadent fantasies of her. She was the sweetest woman he’d encountered.

  “I had a wonderful time, Handsome,” Lily said. Brody was the handsomest guy she’d met in her 27 years; the kind of man who stood out in a crowd. The man had presence. He was an athlete with the body of a god, a construction worker and a gentleman. She loved his magnificent twin-emerald eyes, his big, strong hands and how, when she kissed him goodnight at the open door, she felt the swell of his cock press against her.

  She kissed him again, making sure to rub her belly over his boner, and heard him growl. Boldly, she touched his chest. Brody’s cock pulsed, tickling Lily’s stomach. “Do you want to come in?”

  He nodded and grunted an affirmative through their locked lips.

  She bid him to enter. A vibrant wash of color greeted Brody’s eyes. Walls of butternut squash complimented by cranberry curtains, with a ruby-red footed candy bowl filled with gumdrops on an elegant walnut credenza. The sofa was overstuffed, like a marshmallow. Everything in the charming apartment was a visual treat, good enough to eat. The air was sweet like sugar cookies.

  “Lily, my Petal,” Brody said.

  She caressed his cheek, which showed a wonderfully scruffy layer of five o’clock shadow. “Yes, Handsome?”

  “You’re more beautiful than a plate of homemade brownies, hotter than hot fudge, more sinful than cinnamon.” Lily blushed. His cock ached in response to the redness on her cheeks. Brody imagined similar color rising on other destinations across her gloriously sexy plus-size form.

  “Would you,” he said, nearly choking on the words. Charming the opposite sex had never been an issue before for Brody, who was the captain of his ice hockey team and looked hot in his tool belt and hardhat. True love, however, can overwhelm a man while transforming him with an invitation to evolve. “Would you be my gal?”

  Lily tipped her chin
. A happy smile spread across her face. Brody’s cock jerked; ready to come in his increasingly tight blue jeans without any manual stimulation.

  “Yes,” she said. “And I have the perfect way to celebrate.”

  * * * *

  Lily drew a whipped cream heart over the hairy muscles of his chest and slowly licked him clean. Brody was aware of every pass of Lily’s tongue. When a lock of her long golden hair fell across his neck, he seized in place on her bed. As he watched her movements, feeling like he was floating on a giant cake, she raised a candy cane to her plump lips and teasingly performed oral sex on it. Then Lily hooked the cane around Brody’s straining cock and pulled his thickness into her mouth. He bit back a howl, sure he would go mad at any moment. Could a simple male experience such superhuman sex without losing his marbles?

  Lily sucked Brody’s cock, spread more whipped cream over his loose, aching balls, and lapped that up, too; an action that pushed Brody past the edge. He loved having that particular part of his body attended to. Lily cleaned up one ingredient, and Handsome added a different, messier variety to the festivities.

  * * * *

  Lily’s nipples were taut rosy gumdrops, capping creamy peaks. Brody pinched one while gently chewing on the other. She mewled contentedly beneath him, the sweet, sugary fragrance of her naked skin soon bringing his cock back to its full stiffness. Brody was a breast man—and a leg, thigh, ass, and pussy man. He’d never tasted so delicious a woman.

  “I could eat you all night, Petal,” he growled around her clit.

  Lily traced the wet candy cane around her nipples. Brody lathered her breasts with his tongue and followed the sticky trail when she dipped it toward her belly. That stomach! Pale and beautiful, like angel’s food cake, Brody rubbed and kissed it, playfully nipping at its roundness before dipping lower.

  “I love candy canes,” he chuckled, his warm breath gusting over the sensitive folds of Lily’s pussy. But Brody loved honey even more and, after spreading Lily’s petals, he found her wet with a woman’s natural sweetness. “Fucking beautiful,” he grunted. “And so damn tasty.”

  Leaning in, Brody brushed Lily’s pussy with his tongue. Sweetness ignited across his taste buds.

  The goddess’ moans intensified to howls. “Yes, Handsome,” she begged.

  He feasted, licking Lily with slow, powerful strokes countered by quick, feather-light flicks. She writhed as Brody pressed at her clit. Lily gave the candy cane several more teasing licks and rubbed it around her nipples, tempting Brody back up to her chest. She extended the candy provocatively. Brody accepted it between his lips. While sucking, he mounted her glistening chest, briefly pinching at her cherry nipples, then lined up his cock and fucked her between the breasts.

  * * * *

  Weeks later, Brody was sweating it out on the ice, blocking the puck, racing over the red line in his rather large skates, and scoring a goal for his team as the first period wound down. As was the case with many hockey jocks, he added to his intimidation factor by not shaving for several days before a game. Brody successfully scared several of the other team’s less-rugged warriors.

  While sucking down water from his bottle during the break, he caught sight of a vision beyond the boards: Lily. She was dressed in a peasant top showcasing the swells of her perfect breasts; black slacks that instantly left him hard in his hockey pants; and black heels Brody hoped would walk up and down his spine after the game. Lily carried a platter of cupcakes with pink frosting and candied cherries on top that reminded him of her breasts, worsening the discomfort of his hockey uniform. Little candy canes and other Christmas candies decorated the spaces between pastries, along with a garnish of silk poinsettia blossoms.

  That’s my gal, Brody thought, rounding the boards. The most beautiful woman on the planet.

  “For you and the guys,” she said.

  Handsome accepted the platter in his gloved hands. “This is enough for me, but what are the other dudes going to eat?” She winked. Brody’s cock jumped. “Later, Handsome,” she said.

  Brody studied Lily’s tasty, round ass as she sauntered into the stands in search of an empty seat. Later, he planned to liberate her of those pants and eat until satisfied, body and soul. He started in the direction of the bench, hockey stick clutched in one hand, platter of treats held aloft in the other. His teammates swarmed around him.

  “Sweet,” said his buddy Denton.

  “Yeah, dude—but who’s the fat chick?” asked Baxter, the team’s center and one of Brody’s fellow construction workers.

  White-hot, blinding rage surged through Handsome’s blood. He put the plate down, grabbed Baxter by the jersey, spun him around, and slammed him into the boards.

  “Never make that mistake again,” Handsome roared into the other man’s face. “That’s my girl: my beautiful, perfect girl. If you ever disrespect her again, you’ll be picking your teeth out of the back of your throat. Got it?”

  Baxter nodded, spat, and shook free. A buzzer sounded: The game’s second period was about to begin.

  * * * *

  Brody sat in his boxer-briefs at a little breakfast nook in Lily’s kitchen, sipping coffee out of her pretty demitasse cups.

  “Refill?” she cooed, a sunny smile on her face.

  “Please,” Brody said. “You’re in a happy mood, Petal.”

  As she poured, one of Lily’s breasts slipped free of her robe, spilling completely into view. Brody had fucked her twice the night before—no surprise there, considering how horny he always got after playing sports. The sweet candy scent of her, coupled with the image of her body before him, soon had Brody ready for more. He reached for her and tugged on her nipple.

  “Stop it,” she protested, giggling.

  “So give,” Brody said, reaching down to adjust his cock and finding it painfully hard in his underwear, pinned at an awkward angle. Freeing it, Handsome couldn’t resist giving his thickness a stroke. One led to two. Unable to resist, he started masturbating beneath the breakfast bar, watching as she went into the kitchen and pulled ingredients out of cabinets, sifted, measured, poured and mixed. She caught his indiscretion, but continued to work.

  “I’m trying a few new recipes, that’s all,” she said, the slightest of smirks curling on her lips. “Cappuccino butter cream cupcakes stuffed with a deliriously rich chocolate ganache, topped with chocolate-covered espresso beans.”

  Brody groaned, still stroking.

  “Baking, as you know, is quite the science,” Lily continued. “It is a system of precise measurements, ingredients, temperatures, and ticks of the clock absolutely unforgiving to screw-ups. It doesn’t help to distract this baker when she is so focused on perfecting recipes that could help her open her own bakery.”

  “Say what?” Brody grunted through clenched teeth.

  Lily nonchalantly crossed to the refrigerator and plucked a sheet from among the magnets, handing it to him.

  “You read this,” she whispered, sinking between his legs, “while I attend to this distraction.”

  Lily’s plump, velvety lips circled the head of Brody’s cock. She pulled the shaft free from his hand, handling it with upward strokes while her mouth plunged downward. Brody tried to read the sheet, but the letters ran together. A firm tug on his balls made it official: He needed to fuck Lily.

  Brody joined her on the floor, licked her sopping pussy, and rolled another skin over his cock. Even Lily’s brand of condoms was sweetly flavored. Brody assumed by its purple tint this one was grape. She was ready for him. He walked Lily to the sofa and slid his cock deep inside her.

  “Tell me about the paper” he huffed, mid-thrust.

  “I got accepted to Yum Network’s big holiday competition show, ‘Dessert Triathlon,’” she answered between groans. “It’s rookie against a pro…Me up against a heavy hitter…Corinne Zahn…She’s tough…The third leg…Is edible gingerbread houses…”

  “I love gingerbread,” Brody said. “And I love you. Congratulations, babe.”


  “Top prize,” Lily continued after pledging the same in return, “is a hundred-thousand dollars—Enough to open my own bakery.”

  “When you win,” he panted, “I’ll build you the best damn custom bakery shop ever, with these very hands.” He rubbed her clit. Lily jumped.

  “Will you come with me?” she asked.

  “Come with you?” Brody parroted.

  “To the competition in New York. Be my right-hand man?”

  “I’ll come with you,” Brody gasped. And he did.

  * * * *

  Brody strutted into Yum Network’s studio on Madison Avenue behind Lily, carrying a bin containing specialty ingredients and the pans she was allowed to bring. Lily directed him toward her corner of the immaculate stainless steel setup where ovens, refrigerators and counters waited for the two opponents.

  Petal had applied to the competition using her most enticing, biggest guns. For the fruit-themed first round, she submitted her recipe for her blueberry cinnamon coffee cake that had drawn rave reviews from customers at the bakery. Her cappuccino cupcakes were for the chocolate round, and a spicy, frosted edible gingerbread house for the grand finale.

  Corinne Zahn was a leggy culinary legend who catered to celebrities in the Hamptons; and who’d won numerous network food challenges, including the previous Christmas cook-off. Lily recognized her instantly as the other woman barked demands at her doting assistant. Steeling herself, Lily sauntered over.

  “Ms. Zahn?”

  Corinne’s thin, sharp lips tightened in a snarl, exposing a length of white teeth. “Yes?”

  “I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Lily, the competition,” she offered, extending her hand for a shake.

  Corinne glanced disapprovingly at Lily’s outstretched fingers and laughed. “Oh, my dear, I think it’s very sweet of you to consider yourself my competition. I appreciate the joke.”

  Lily withdrew her hand and backed away. Brody observed most of this from the kitchen counter at the opposite end of the set. When Lily returned to her half of the space, he asked if she was all right. She said she was, though he knew better.